#bo bichette fanfiction

[bodacious-bichette]

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lilacs and ice cream

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Summary/Request: Idk if your taking requests but, If you could (if your doing it) write something about Bo Bichette again please, preferably with a gn or fem reader. I’ve read everything that I can read about him that also applies with me.

Author's Note: Alright, @goodiesinthecloset21, I'm gonna do my best with this one. I want to add that I know absolutely nothing about baseball so any terminology is the work of a quick Google search or something I've heard in a movie. Anyway, I know that you sent your request like a million years ago so I hope after all this time, it gives you a bit of what you're looking for. I decided to do something softer this time, more fluff, since the last one was smut but let me know if that's not the way you wanted it to go and I can give it another shot. Thanks babe! Love ya, stay golden!

P.S. some of this is kinda giving “strained family relationship” which was unintentional, so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully, that doesn’t take away from the story.

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Summer in Toronto was beautiful. You loved the way the flowers bloomed, the bright purples popping against the bright green grass; even on the smoggiest days. There was only ever one thing missing - someone to share it with. That is, until Bo came into your life. You had gone to the baseball game with your family begrudgingly, but the seats were good and you knew it was something that your dad had wanted for a long time

“I just want to be in that stadium,” he’d say at least twice a month for most of your life, “just once. To see a game and watch the Jays win”

It was nice to see him, and the rest of your family, so happy. You watched the game, intermittently laughing at your dad as he tried to start a wave that barely made it past your section, or when he spilled his popcorn after jumping up in excitement. You really started to get into it around the 3rd inning, the crowd was getting loud and rowdy and it started to rub off on you. By the time the game ended, you were beaming with excitement, so much so that you weren’t watching where you were going and you somehow walked right into a crowd of people.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry!” you laughed, “I guess that’ll teach me to watch where I’m going next time”

“That’s alright,” one voice said, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine. A bit embarrassed maybe,” you added before finally looking up to see who you’d bumped into. Speechless when you saw Bo Bichette smiling back at you, “but you know…” you continued, trying not to blush as you stared, “fine”

“Glad to hear it,” he said cheerfully before his teammates called him to the bus that was waiting for them, “don’t go running into anybody else now.” You watched for a second while he hopped on the bus, feeling a small tug on your arm from your mom pulling you towards your family

“(Y/N), come on, what are you doing?” she laughed

“Yeah, yeah,” you answered distractedly, “I’m coming.” Your mind wandered to that encounter all through your family meal and you weren’t sure you could ever forget it - or that you wanted to.

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It had been nearly a week since you bumped into Bo Bichette at the Jays game. Honestly, it kept you going during your boring serving shifts at the pub you worked at.

“I mean it was a fun story,” your co-worker, Brit, smirked as she leaned against the wall where you were cleaning a table, “but don’t you think you should be over it by now? I mean.. it was a chance encounter,” she teased, “we don’t live in a rom-com”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed in return, “but it’s one of the more exciting things that have happened in my life. And.. yeah, maybe I’ve been single for a little longer than I would like.” Brit gave you an almost pitiful look before the door was burst open by a loud crowd of men, laughing amongst themselves before stopping at the host stand to ask for a table; you could only watch for a moment as they were directed to your section before you were pulled away to run food. When you finally got to the table of boastful boys, you noticed who exactly they were

“Well, hello again,” Bo smiled as he greeted you, “I was hoping I'd see you again. Maybe get a name this time?”

“H-h-hi,” you stammered, as you looked at him until you realized you should probably be professional, “hi, I'm (Y/N),” you course-corrected, “I'll be your server today. How is everyone doing today?” It was an awkward segue but you didn't know what to do

“Hi, (Y/N), I'm Bo. Nice to meet you,” he said, introducing himself in return and it calmed you down enough for you to... not look like a complete moron when doing your job, “officially.” You felt a blush creep across your face as you continued to take everyone’s orders. When you finally left the table, you exhaled sharply while your co-workers giggled

“I can’t believe this,” you whispered to yourself, “this is insane”

“It’s gonna be fine,” your friend said with a smile, “think of it this way: you’re finally continuing your rom-com”

“Come on, Brit,” you replied, hanging your head, “this isn’t funny. I’m too flustered to give them… to be a good server”

“You’ll be great!” she continued, “just be your bubbly self. They’re just people, don’t think of them otherwise”

“Yeah, just people,” you repeated, “incredibly well-known, well-recognizable, wealthy people”

“You know you also have other tables…” one of your other co-workers, who had been listening to the entire conversation, interjected, forcing you to snap out of your pity party

“SHIT!” you said quietly, rushing out to check on your tables, refilling water glasses and clearing plates where needed, all the while keeping an eye on the players of the Toronto Blue Jays. At some point in the night, the host came to grab you

“(Y/N), they’re asking for you,” the host said, “I don’t think they’re upset but they don’t want to talk to anyone else. Not even the managers”

“How long ago did they ask?” you asked

“Like less than a minute” she answered

“And they’re not upset?”

“No.. I mean I don’t think so but maybe they’re pretending? Being ‘polite mad’?” You chuckled a bit before thanking her and heading back to them, greeting them happily, making sure everything was alright

“We just wanted to ask you a question” Bo smiled

“Bo wanted to ask you a question,” one of the others clarified, and your interest was suddenly peaked

“Ah, okay,” you returned, placing your hand on the back of Bo’s chair, “what’s the question?”

“What are you doing after your shift?” he asked

“It’ll be late,” you admitted with a chuckle, “so I’ll probably be going to bed”

“What time are you off?”

“I’m on a split tonight, so I’m here until at least 10pm” you replied

“Do you work tomorrow?” Bo continued, earning a shy smile from you

“Tomorrow’s my day off. I hardly ever work Sundays”

“Are you free around.. noon?”

“Sure,” you said, “for what?”

“There’s this path I love hiking, how do you feel about that?” you said that would be great, both of you smiling at each other, almost completely ignoring everyone at the table. It took you until you got into the kitchen that you realized you had just been asked out on a date - ‘I guess it has been a while’ you thought - and now you didn’t know how to act. Bo was the one who confirmed the date, leaving you with a blush that covered your whole face; you were sure it looked like you were having an allergic reaction but you hoped he wasn't embarrassed of you...

“I'll see you tomorrow” you managed to get out after what felt like an eternity

“Tomorrow,” he said with a smile, walking backward as he left the pub, keeping his eyes locked on you until one of his teammates turned him around so he didn't hurt himself by running into the door.

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You woke up the next morning and practically hopped out of bed, immediately texting Brit

“Did I dream Bo Bichette asking me out on a date?” you asked

“No,” she replied plainly, after about 10 minutes

“I'm going hiking with a professional athlete today?”

“Yes”

“WHAT DO I DO?!”

“First of all,” she started a string of texts, “it's 8 in the morning, calm down.” You chuckled at her text, knowing that she had probably bitterly rolled out of bed after hearing the chime of her phone, “second, what do you mean what do you do? You go on a date with Professional Baseball Player, Bo Bichette”

“Okay.. sure," you typed, “but what do I wear?”

“You're going on a hike. Don't wear jeans”

“Thank you for that”

“Always here to help”

“I should start getting ready...”

“Again, it's 8AM” she repeated

“And the date is at noon...”

“Yeah”

“You don't need four hours to get ready”

“I need to shower”

“20 minutes”

“I have to find an outfit”

“5 minutes, 10 max”

“I have to do my hair and make myself look presentable”

“We'll say 30 minutes to be safe”

“I have to eat something...” You were grasping now but what could you do, you were nervous

“Maybe he's planning on taking you somewhere after the hike?” she countered, "I don't think eating before a hike is recommended”

“BRIT!” you text-shouted, "I'm freaking out. I don't want to be freaking out but I am. I don't want to make a fool of myself. Or him...”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you could practically hear her sigh through the screen, "you're not going to make a fool of yourself or him. No one's gonna be made a fool today. But you don't need to worry so much. Wear a pair of shorts, the ones you really like, bring a bandana or something - to get your hair off your neck a bit but also to get rid of any sweat you don't want him to see - and make sure you wear sneakers. Don't wear boots or flip-flops. And sunscreen. Always wear sunscreen!” You thanked her quickly, jokingly saying that you were glad she was finally getting on board, and placed your phone back on its charger before hopping in the shower.

“Maybe Brit was wrong. Maybe this really was a mistake…” you grumbled to yourself as you fixed your outfit in the mirror, nearly jumping out of your skin when the doorbell rang. You tried to be as calm as you could, letting out a deep exhale before answering the door

“Hey!” Bo said with a wide smile

“Hi,” you said simply, any doubt you had was now replaced with butterflies in your stomach - being nervous was so basic but you couldn’t help it.

“I.. you ready?” He stammered. It made you feel better that he seemed a little out of his element as well

“Let me just grab a water bottle” you smiled, leaving the door open as you ran to the kitchen; a way of saying ‘you can come in, judge my apartment a little if you want,’ but you were maybe just a little too quick.

“Let’s get going then,” he remarked happily and the two of you were on your way. You weren’t sure what to expect with this hike but Bo using the word path led you to believe it wouldn’t be that bad - which would be ideal since the last time you properly went hiking would be at least 5 years ago. However, it turns out, you forgot to take into account that Bo Bichette was, in fact, Bo Bichette: Professional MLBer. In the middle of the hike, you leaned against a tree, claiming you needed the shade

“I forgot to put on sunscreen and I don't want to burn,” you falsely claimed, catching your breath as Bo leaned against the tree with you

“Sure,” he smirked, bringing out his water bottle to take a sip, “I mean I don't burn as easily but we can stay in the shade.” Once you had finally evened out your breathing, you took a sip of water and looked out at the path that you were about to continue walking

“It's beautiful out here,” you smiled, leading both of you back onto the path at a slower pace now, “I can tell why you like it so much”

“I almost brought you flowers, lilacs,” he gestured to the flowers on the path, “but I knew the path and I knew there would be lilacs here, so I decided against it”

“Aww,” you said, pouting slightly to hopefully show how cute you thought it was, “that's really sweet. I would've appreciated it either way but I'm glad I got to see this first”

“I chose right then?” he asked eagerly

“Yes,"”you smiled, “you chose right.” Bo kept your pace for the rest of the walk but you could tell it was not what he was used to and you felt a little silly not telling him you hadn't been hiking in so long. “I'm sorry that this wasn't a very.. exciting hike,” you laughed uncomfortably, “I haven't been on a trail of any kind in about 5 years. I used to do a lot more physical activity and then I guess I just kinda... stopped”

“That's okay,” he smiled in return as the trail came to an end, “it was nice to see it at this pace. Yes, I do typically go a bit faster,” he laughed to himself, “but I don't always take in the beauty of the actual walk. So, I guess I should thank you”

“You're very welcome,” you returned jokingly and he bowed to add to the humour. The two of you finally got to the car and you hesitated as to what was going to happen next

“Everything okay?” he asked, noticing your reluctance to open the door

“I just... had a really good time,” you admitted, “I'm wondering, I guess, what's next?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are we going somewhere else or should we end it here?” you said, “I mean, sorry,” you continued awkwardly, “I don't want to be presumptuous. I'm just flushed”

“What would you like to do?” he smirked

“Whatever you had planned” you admitted

“Then, I think we should go get some ice cream,” he offered, “I know a great place nearby.” You happily agreed before hopping into the passenger seat of the car. You felt butterflies the entire car ride to the ice cream shop and tried not to stare at him too often but would occasionally catch him looking back at you.

“Is Rocky Road your usual choice?” you asked, as you scooped a bit of your favourite into a spoon and bringing it to your mouth

“No,” he admitted, “I’ve never actually had it. I just wanted to try it”

“And…?” you giggled, “what do you think?”

“It’s okay,” he laughed, “I’ve had better but I’ve also had worse.” You smiled at his words and continued eating your own ice cream, taking in the pastel colours of the parlour at the same time, when you heard Bo giggle slightly; your attention immediately drawn back to him

“What?” you blushed

“You just have…” he began, gesturing to his mouth and it took you a minute to understand that you must have ice cream around your mouth.

“Oh,” you said in surprise, tinged with embarrassment, but his finger soon grazed your lip, wiping away the small mess there. “Thank you,” you whispered in this unbelievable rom-com moment, his finger lingering slightly before he cleared his throat and removed it

“My pleasure” he grinned. You wondered if there might be a kiss but let him take the lead - you didn’t want to set expectations. As he drove you home, you couldn’t help think how sweet this all was - the walk, the lilacs, the ice cream, the moment - but the one thought that kept sticking in your mind was: I really hope there's a second date. He walked you to the door to your apartment building, stopping short of entering the lobby, “I had a really nice time”

“I did too,” you returned, “thank you for… everything. It’s been one of the best dates I’ve had in the city”

“I’m glad,” he smiled, reminding you of your first meeting, “maybe we can do it again?” You felt giddiness take over you and you rushed to agree, hoping that did not throw him off. “Perfect,” he finally said after what felt like a long pause, “then I think the lake is open. It’s another physical activity, I know, but paddle boats are always fun. What do you say?” The smile that spread across your face felt like it might consume you and all you could do was nod your head in agreement, “I will pick you up tomorrow then, same time?”

“I’ll bring the sunscreen,” you joked, “I wouldn’t want to burn.” He smiled at you lightly before placing a small kiss to your cheek, a feeling you’d think about until the very moment he picked you up for each and every date.

[jimothystu]

Friends Don't - Bo x Jess Part 1

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Title: Hello Hello by Elton John Word count: 1.2k Warnings/notes: No warnings except there may be errors or whatever. But here's the first part of my Bo x OC fic! The summary of the whole thing can be found here, and background information about the fic and my OC can be found here. Oh, and the title of this story is Friends Don't because this entire story is pretty much based on one song called Friends Don't by Maddie and Tae.

Tag list: (I'm just going to tag the peeps who said they wanted to be tagged in my other fics and peeps who said they wanted to read this, but if you'd rather not be tagged in these, let me know!!) @donttelltheelff, @bodacious-bichette, @lam-ila, @erikkallgren, @lclb13, @brook-luvs-bluejays

Jessoca Stone wrapped her bathrobe around herself and let her wet hair out of its towel, the brown locks falling over her shoulders. She put her glasses on and went out to the hall, making her way to the den. She sang softly to herself as she passed by the living room.

A figure on the sofa caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

Pausing, Jess looked over, expecting to see Cavan. “Didn’t think you—” She trailed off when she realized the figure was, in fact, not Cavan.

A man around Cavan’s age with dark hair down to his shoulders sat, having looked up from his phone to look at her.

She instantly recognized him as Bo Bichette: Cavan’s friend and teammate.

Heat rushed to Jess’s face. She wrapped her arms around herself. “Um. Hi.”

Bo looked at her with an amused, but small, smile on his face. “Hi.”

Then she heard a muffled voice coming from the balcony. Looking over, Jess saw Cavan on the phone, pacing back and forth.

“I uh… didn’t think Cav would be back…” She frowned and looked back at Bo, feeling flustered. “And definitely not with company…”

“He forgot something,” Bo said with a shrug. He raised his eyebrows at her in question.

Nodding, she tightened her robe around herself, hyperaware of the fact that she was wearing nothing but a bathrobe in front of Bo freaking Bichette. Of course she knew who he was—Cavan was a family friend so Jess had seen numerous Blue Jays games in Toronto and on the TV. As such, she knew who most of the team was.

“Oh!” she said, suddenly realizing he had no idea who she was and why she was half-naked in Cavan Biggio’s apartment. “I’m Jess. Jessica Stone. I’m uh, Cavan’s friend.”

Bo stood and held out a hand. “Bo Bichette.”

“I know,” she said as she took his hand, blushing harder at how weird that sounded. “I mean—I’ve seen you play. With Cavan. He talks about you a lot.”

“All good things, I hope,” Bo mused.

“Mostly,” Jess said with a meek smile, pulling her hand back.

“Cav mentioned who you were, but he had to duck out for a call before he said much more than your name and the fact that you’re staying with him for a little bit,” Bo told her, folding his arms over his chest casually.

Jess nodded slightly. “Well, I’m just staying here until I find a place of my own.”

Bo regarded her with a curious expression. “How do you two know each other?”

“Our parents have known each other for years, so Cav and I kind of grew up together. Until my family and I moved up to Canada when I was fourteen.”

Bo nodded. “Have you been to Toronto before?”

Jess smiled and nodded. “Oh yeah, a few times. Even to a few Blue Jays games.”

Bo grinned. “How well do you know the area?”

“Not as well as I’d like,” she admitted. “When I’ve visited I mostly just stayed right downtown.”

“Well, maybe I can show you around sometime if Cavan hasn’t already done that.” He tilted his head to the side and offered a smile.

Jess smiled back, ignoring the way her stomach fluttered. “I’d like that.”

Cavan stepped inside, pocketing his phone. “Sorry, that was—oh, hey Jess.”

Looking over, Jess smiled slightly. “Hey. Bo and I were just getting acquainted.”

Cavan raised his eyebrow. “In your bathrobe?”

Jess’s cheeks pinkened again. “Well I didn’t think anyone was home…”

“We got back a little while ago,” Cavan said, heading to the kitchen. “Nice singing, by the way.”

If her cheeks weren’t already pink, they certainly were now. “Oh god, you heard? I’m sorry.”

Bo laughed. “Why are you sorry? You have a nice voice.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled awkwardly.

Taking a water bottle out of the fridge, Cavan said, “Do you want to head to the field with us? You could hang out while we train.”

“Would that be okay?” she asked.

Cavan shrugged. “I don’t see why not. You’re my guest, so you can come into the clubhouse until the game. Just so long as you don’t get in the way of practice.”

She smiled, excitement bubbling in her chest. While she’d been to multiple games over the past few years, she’d never been in the clubhouse of the Rogers Centre. It would be nice to meet some of Cavan’s other friends and teammates. “If you’re sure it’s all right, then I’d love to come along," she said.

Bo smirked at her. “You can have the full tour.”

She smiled shyly. “Sounds like fun. I uh, just have to get dressed.”

“Take your time,” said Cavan, who was preparing a snack.

Jess hurried to the den and shut the door.

Looking at herself in the small mirror on the wall, Jess sighed. “Of course Cav had to bring over a friend. And of freaking course I had to be half-naked in front of them.”

She shook her head slowly as she began to get dressed. Living with and near Cavan and his team was going to be an experience, she knew that much.

On their way to the Rogers Centre, Cavan and Bo talked about stuff Jess couldn’t really contribute to. Things like game plans and inside jokes about the team.

She didn’t mind, though. She was enjoying listening to them chat and laugh with each other. She was just happy to be in Toronto with new people and new experiences ahead of her.

Bo’s laugh trailed off. He glanced at Jess, who was walking on Cavan’s other side. “So what brings you to Toronto?”

She looked away from the busy street and to Bo. “I just finished school and I wanted to go somewhere new,” she said with a shrug.

Bo nodded. “What did you study?”

“Literature and journalism,” she replied. “It wasn’t professional baseball, but I enjoyed them.”

Cavan laughed softly. “Enjoyed them? Please, every family gathering you attended in the past four years involved you recommending some piece of literature. Face it, Jess: you’re a nerd.”

She smiled softly, looking down to her feet. “Maybe a little.”

“I’ve been meaning to read more,” Bo said, “maybe you can recommend something sometime?”

Her smile widened. “I’d love to.”

“Oh no, now you’ve done it,” Cavan teased.

Jess rolled her eyes playfully and Bo laughed.

“What do you want to do now that you’re done school?” Bo asked as they rounded a corner.

“I’m not sure,” Jess admitted. “I’d love to be a freelance journalist, I’m just not entirely sure what area of journalism I want to go into.”

“Become a sports journalist,” Bo suggested with a smile.

Jess smiled, too. “I had thought of that, actually.”

Cavan slung his arm around her shoulders. “Our own personal journalist.”

“Isn’t that Hazel Mae?” Jess asked.

Cavan shrugged. “Nah. She’s pretty close with all of us, but she works for Sportsnet, not us.”

Jess nodded. “I don’t think teams have their own journalists, Cav.”

“You could be the first,” he mused.

“Maybe.” She smiled, but she doubted that would happen. Still, it was a nice thought.

She leaned against Cavan as they walked, relishing in the feeling of his arm over her shoulders. It had been too long since she and Cavan had had the chance to spend time together, and she was thrilled at the opportunity to live with him for a little while. She'd missed him. She just hoped she'd get along with his friends. But, she thought, if her interactions with Bo thus far were any indication of how things would go, she'd be just fine.

[bodacious-bichette]

I’m going through withdrawal from no Jays…and now… no new Bo fics!

[zackcollins]

hands on you || bo bichette

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Author’s Note: Heya for the second time today! This is another anonymous request I received from someone. The request was about Bo comforting the reader while they were on their period. I hope I did the request justice for whoever sent the request in! Feel free to let me know if I didn’t and I’ll either try again or write a completely different request. Anyways! GIF credit to @whimsical-daydreams​ (love you Jenn!! hope you enjoy this too since I know you’ll inevitably read it lmfao)

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything, but feel free to let me know if you disagree. I’m more than happy to add something for anyone that needs one.

Word Count: 939 (short boi)

Title: Hands On You by Florida Georgia Line

Additional: The language involving the reader is sorta vague so I think they can be read as gender-neutral. Because like. Anyone with a (functioning) uterus could theoretically have a period. And not everyone with a (functioning) uterus identifies as feminine. As always, I hope everyone enjoys this! Feedback is always welcomed because I love hearing what everyone thinks of my writing.

Tagging: @donttelltheelff​ @bodacious-bichette​

Your entire body was sore as you laid curled in a ball on your bed. It was that time of the month and you hated it with a passion. It made your entire body ache, much like it was now. You would also get a headache occasionally as well as a swollen abdomen and a tender chest. Right now, though, you didn’t have a headache because you had just woken up from a nap; the nap had rid your body of the headache. Your abdomen wasn’t much swollen because today was only the first day of your cycle so it hadn’t had time to react fully. As for a tender chest, a nice massage couldn’t hurt.

“Are you okay, babe?” You uncurled yourself and looked in the direction the voice had come from. Your boyfriend, Bo, was standing in the doorway of the en suite. He had a towel around his waist, though he didn’t appear to be wet. “You look a little uncomfortable.”

Sighing, you gingerly sat up on the bed so that you could get a better angle to look at Bo. “Not... not really. I’m on my period.”

Bo leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. He quickly reached down and tugged the towel up because it had slipped down a little when he had moved. You huffed an amused breath and rolled your eyes.

“Not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

“I don’t need to be naked right now. It’ll make you more uncomfortable because your hormones will get fucked up worse than they already are,” Bo deadpanned as he gave you a pointed look.

You went to raise your hands in surrender but they quickly clutched your stomach when it twisted with a violent cramp. You inhaled and exhaled a couple of times to try and counteract the pain. All that succeeded in doing was making the muscles in your abdomen tighten more, leading to another violent cramp.

You looked at Bo with a pained expression as you laid back on the bed and curled in the fetal position. You wanted the pain to stop. Wanted your period to be done and over with already because you didn’t want to deal with this right now. Hell, you didn’t really want to deal with this at all because of how painful it could be. However, this is what you got for being born with female reproductive organs. It was what it was and there really wasn’t much you could do about it except deal with it every month.

The bed dipped behind you a moment later. Turning your head, you saw that Bo was sitting behind your back on his knees. He looked down at you at motioned his finger along your side. Knowing what he meant, you nodded. Bo smiled as he laid himself on the bed and slotted himself against your back. You sighed when you felt the warmth of his body relax the aching muscles in you back. It felt so good to have some of that pressure be relieved.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, squeezing back against your boyfriend. “You feel like a furnace. It’s helping with my body aches. Here.” you took Bo’s hands and placed them on your belly. Much like you had expected, his hands felt warm against your skin. The tightness of your muscles started to subside as Bo carefully ran his hands along your belly. You grunted at the feeling, dropping your head back against Bo’s chest. “That... holy fuck. Your hands feel amazing. I don’t feel as crampy or swollen anymore.”

Bo pressed a kiss to your temple as he moved his hands up to your chest. He started massaging it. You full on moaned because his hands felt magical working out the soreness there. The longer he went about relaxing your chest, the more relaxed you were starting to feel. Your eyes were starting to feel heavy and you even yawned once. Bo pressed another kiss to your temple as he shifted his hands away from your chest and started carding the fingers on one of them through your hair. He took the other hand and gently began stroking your hip. You hummed softly at the dual sensations, your eyes suddenly feeling heavier than they had been a moment ago.

“That feels amazing, babe,” you said, voice thick with tiredness. “I feel a lot less sore now. Keep going.”

You yawned again as you wiggled against Bo to get more comfortable. Bo hummed as he started massaging your scalp. He also started running the fingers on his other hand up and down your side gently. You felt your eyes inching closer and closer to sleep the longer you boyfriend went about what he was doing. You also felt completely relaxed and free from body aches and cramps. It was the best you had felt during any period in a long time. It made you feel grateful to have Bo.

“I’m grateful for you,” you mumbled, voice barely audible as you were nearly asleep. “You make me feel special because you always take care of me.”

“You are special,” Bo chuckled before he pressed a kiss behind your ear. “And of course I’m gonna take care of the person I love. You take care of me enough. It only seems fair.”

“I love you, Bo.”

With that, you felt the sleep overcome you but not before you heard Bo mumble one last thing into your scalp. One last thing that made your subconscious smile when you ultimately let it take over.

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever know.”

[bodacious-bichette]

Can’t wait to read your creations!

Happy November!

[jimothystu]

... so I'm kind of sort of working on my Bo x OC fic again and I was wondering if anyone would be interested in reading some of it? I'd post them like I do my reader inserts, but I'd break it up into chapers/parts.

Little summary: Jessica Stone is an aspiring journalist/short story writer who just moved to Toronto. She is a friend of Cavan's from childhood - their parents knew each other so they grew up together for a while until Jess' family moved away. She's staying with Cavan for a little bit until she can find her own place.

She goes to the Blue Jays clubhouse with him and gets offered a job as a ball girl. She accepts (as a way to support herself until she finds a job in her field) and she begins to grow quite close with the team, Bo in particular. The two become pretty much inseparable, but adamantly deny any romantic feelings for one another.

Eventually, the two realize they're in love with each other and they start dating.

All the while, Jess begins being a freelance sports journalist for the Blue Jays, doing a lot of behind the scenes interviews and stories. She starts getting a lot of attention from fans (because she actually asks questions that they want to know the answers to). Rumours start to spread about her love life (a lot of people think she's dating Cav at first), and she has to deal with the sudden large following/scrutiny of the media.

[jimothystu]

Cavan x Bo - Jealousy

Fandom: Toronto Blue Jays Requested by @biggiette118 Word count: 589 Notes: This is my first time writing for anyone on the Blue Jays, and my first time writing for this ship. I hope it's okay. If anyone has any requests (for reader inserts or ships) shoot me an ask!

Disclaimer: If you are seeing this and you or someone you know is in it, please do not read. This is purely fictional and only for fun.

Cavan watched from the side of the bar as a pretty brunette woman giggled at Bo, who sat waiting at the table for Cavan to return with their drinks.

Bo smiled politely, but Cavan could tell he was a bit uncomfortable. He could also tell the woman was a fan – the way she’d excitedly come over to the table and started chatting with Bo instantly was a telltale sign.

“Here you are,” the bartender said, sliding two drinks across to Cavan.

“Thanks,” he said as he took them.

Bo said something to the girl which prompted her to dig around in her purse for a pen and paper.

Cavan frowned, watching the woman scribble something down – likely her number – and hand the paper to Bo.

Bo smiled slightly as he took the paper.

When the woman left, Cavan returned to the table. “Here. Sorry it took so long, they’re pretty busy.”

Bo smiled. “No problem, thanks.”

“Though I guess you weren’t bored while I was gone,” Cavan mused quietly, taking a sip of his drink.

Bo shrugged. “A fan came over and started chatting with me. She seemed nice.”

“Yeah, she seemed really invested in the conversation.” He couldn’t stop the bitterness from coming through in his voice.

Bo narrowed his eyes slightly. “What was I supposed to do? I can’t be rude and just send fans away, you know that.”

“I know. But did you have to take her number?” Cavan asked with a frown. He knew he was being stupid and jealous, but he couldn’t help it. H just loved Bo so much and hated thinking of anyone else with him.

“You know I’m never going to call her,” Bo said with a shrug.

“I know.” Cavan sighed. “But why’d she think you’d even want it?”

“How should I know?” Bo asked with an irritated sigh.

Cavan frowned and took another drink

“Wait,” Bo said, leaning closer to Cavan across the table, “are you jealous?”

Cavan scoffed but said nothing. He stared down at his drink, cheeks heating up.

“Cav,” Bo said gently. “You have nothing to be jealous about. Seriously, nothing happened except a fan trying to make an advance—which I declined. I signed her phone case and then she asked if I’d have a drink with her. I said I was here with you, so she gave me her number and said maybe another time. I didn’t lead her on and I plan on throwing her number out.”

Cavan nodded slightly and avoided Bo’s eyes.

“I’m serious, Cav. You have nothing to worry about. You know why?”

“Why?” he asked after a moment and looked up.

Bo lowered his voice so only Cavan could hear him. “Because you’re the only one for me.”

A faint smile pulled on Cavan’s lips. “I’m sorry. I guess sometimes I still can’t believe that we… that you’re with someone like me.”

“You mean someone who’s kind, talented, fun-loving, ambitious, and incredibly cute?” Bo smiled. “Yeah, I can’t believe I got so lucky either.”

Cavan’s smile widened. He glanced around nervously, making sure no one was listening. “You’re the best, you know that?”

Bo shrugged and smiled. “I try.”

“I’m sorry I got so jealous,” Cavan muttered.

“Don’t be. It happens. I’m just glad you talked to me about it. You know you can always tell me anything.”

“I know. The same goes for you.”

Bo smiled and held up his glass.

Cavan clinked his drink against Bo’s and mouthed “love you.”

Bo smiled widely. “You too, Cav. Always.”

[bodacious-bichette]

❤️❤️

Bo Bichette - "Does that hurt?"

Prompt: “Does that hurt? Can you feel your fingers?” Pairing: Bo x GN reader Notes/Warnings: Requested by @bodacious-bichette! Warnings for slight mentions of an injury (nothing serious) Tag list: @donttelltheelff, @lam-ila, @bodacious-bichette, @zackcollins, @calermakar08, @barneswinchester, @brook-luvs-bluejays, @tc-the-moon-and-tc-saturn, @roguekatt @lclb13 (I'm sorry idk why tumblr won't let me tag some of you)

You smiled to yourself as you snapped a picture of Bo taking BP. You and some of the other partners of the players were hanging out in the dugout, watching the Blue Jays do some optional BP and other practice around Rogers Centre.

Bo was currently batting against an automatic ball launcher, and man did he look good.

He waved his hand in front of his face at a bug buzzing about. You smirked to yourself.

"Told you to wear bug spray," you called out.

Bo laughed shortly, but didn't look your way; he had to stay focused on the machine launching balls his way. He readied himself for the next ball, but he frowned and shook his head, presumably at the bug.

He hit the next ball, then waved his hand in front of his face again. As the machine geared up for the next ball, Bo was still trying to shoo the bug away. As such, he was too late to properly position himself for the ball.

"Fuck!" he shouted as the ball hit his hands.

You sucked in a breath. "Shit." You climbed out of the dugout. "Are you okay?"

He cradled his hand in front of him and stepped away from the batting cage.

John Schneider rushed over to turn off the machine as you and George--who had been waiting by the batting cage for a turn at BP--ran towards Bo.

"Are you okay?" you asked worriedly.

Bo gritted his teeth. "I don't know," he admitted quietly.

You gingerly reached your hand out to touch his fingers. You'd been his partner long enough to know how to care for some basic injuries. "Does that hurt?" you asked as you made his fingers curl inwards slowly. "Can you feel your fingers?"

Bo sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Yes, and yes."

A few trainers had appeared, as well as a few other teammates.

"It's a good sign you can feel them," Schneider said. "Can you move your fingers on your own?"

You moved your hands away and Bo attempted to curl and uncurl his fingers. He winced, but managed it.

"Okay, that's good," George said, sounding relieved.

You nodded and looked to the team's physical therapist. "You should ice your hand and see how it feels in about an hour," they said.

Bo sighed, but nodded.

"You might have to sit tonight out," Schneider said sympathetically.

You placed your hand onto Bo's shoulder.

"I'll help you find ice," you said.

Bo frowned but nodded.

As you two walked down to the clubhouse, followed by the physical therapist, you gave Bo's uninjured hand a gentle squeeze. "You'll be okay," you murmured.

He gave you a faint smile. "With you by my side, I know I will be."

[zackcollins]

speechless || bo bichette

masterlist

Author’s Note: Hello! Everyone gets a treat of a second fic today because I was in a mood to write. Hope that’s okay. Idk man. When you’re in the mood to write, you write. And sometimes, you just wanna post right away because you’re too impatient to wait. Ya know? Anyways. GIF credit to glasnow!

Warnings: An anxiety attack. That’s probably it??? I don’t think there’s anything else. Feel free to let me know otherwise and I’ll fix this warnings section for you.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Title: Speechless by Dan + Shay

Additional: The reader should be gender neutral again! I don’t think I used any identifying language or pronouns or anything. If I did, it was accidental because I was hella distracted watching my dog while my grandparents went grocery shopping. As always, let me know how I did because constructive criticism is always welcomed!

Tagging: @whimsical-daydreams​ @donttelltheelf-x​

You had suffered from severe anxiety; it had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. At this point, it had totally consumed you. You could hardly do anything anymore without your anxiety trying to take over in some form or another. It was the worst feeling in the world.

That's why it was like all your prayers had been answered when Bo waltzed into your life. For the first time in your life, you were able to open up about your anxiety with someone. There was just something about Bo that made you feel safe, secure, and like nothing would ever hurt you again.

You had been dating for about two and a half years before your relationship changed. It changed on what had otherwise been a quiet day in the middle of February. Snow was falling outside of your house, blowing around peacefully in the evening breeze. You were sitting on the window seat of the living room window, staring out onto the street while idly sipping on a mug of hot chocolate.

Somewhere outside, you heard a dog distantly barking. You found it odd because to the best of your knowledge, nobody in the housing community you and Bo lived in had a dog. Most of them had cats because they were easier for their housekeepers to look after when they were away on business trips or vacation. You quickly shook it out of your mind, though, thinking it only to be a dog that had wandered in from somewhere nearby. It wasn't entirely unlikely for that to happen because some of the people in the housing communities on either side had been known to let their dogs roam freely from time to time.

A couple of minutes later, you heard the front door to the house open. That snapped you out of thinking about the barking dog because you needed to know who walked in. Turning around, you heaved a relieved sign when you saw Bo standing in the entryway. You felt a little anxious, however, when you saw that he had placed a rather large box at his feet. Placing your hot chocolate on the windowsill, you walked over to Bo.

"What's this, sweetie?" You asked, walking all the way around the box. You wanted to see if it had some sort of label or marking on it that would hint at what was inside; it did not. All it had was a pink ribbon embossed with white hearts tied around it.

Bo smiled as he was undressing from his winter apparel. He tossed his hat into the closet. He unzipped his coat and carefully placed it on one of the coat hooks beside the door. Lastly came his boots. He slipped out of those and tossed them haphazardly onto the plastic boot mat you had bought specifically for the winter so snow wouldn’t be tracked all over your house. He ended up bowling over your boots and a spare pair of boots you kept in case of emergencies. You glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest. Bo raised his arms in surrender as he stepped forward and gave you a quick kiss. You relaxed, kissing him back as you wrapped your arms around his back. When you pulled apart, Bo stepped aside and motioned to the box.

 "If you wanna know what’s inside,” Bo produced a pocket knife seemingly out of nowhere because you didn’t know him to carry one. He handed it to you and motioned to the box a second time. “All you have to do is open it.” 

You walked forward and leaned over, carefully cutting the ribbon a couple of times so that it was easier to untangle from the box. Once you had all of the ribbon untangled and balled up, you placed it along with the knife on the console table next to you. When you looked back at Bo, he gave you an encouraging nod and a soft smile. You bit your lip nervously as you carefully lifted the lid off of the box. What was inside made you blink in surprise. Staring back at you was a beagle puppy. You had to blink a couple of more times, just to make sure that truly weren't imagining this. When you surmised that this was, in fact, a real dog sitting in the box, you lifted them out, cradling them in your arms. They even kissed you on the chin a couple of times. That was also all it took for you to be absolutely smitten with this puppy.

Just as you went to put the puppy down, the light from the chandelier made something on their collar glisten. At first, you thought it was name tags or the city registration tags. But, when you examined it, you discovered that it was an engagement ring. You turned to ask Bo about it. Much to your surprise, he was down on one knee, holding his hands out. You handed him the dog (who you could now see was a boy), thinking that was what he wanted. Bo chuckled as he scritched the dog behind the ears. The dog sighed, jackrabbitting his back foot in satisfaction. You huffed an amused breath, rolling your eyes and chuckling.

Bo carefully put the dog down and took the ring off of his collar. He gave him a few more ear scritches which made the dog flop on the floor and curl in a ball. Bo rolled his eyes before he looked up at you, holding the ring in your direction.

"Since I know I'm the best thing to happen to you and you're the best thing to happen to me," Bo paused, wiping tears out of the corners of his eyes, "I was wondering if you'd marry me?"

You clammed up. You felt your anxiety wash over you like a giant wave crashing into the surf. You fell to the floor, chanting a bunch of incoherent nonsense as you curled into a ball and clutched your knees tightly to your chest. You rocked back and forth, tears streaming down your face as you continued to death-grip your knees. It was then that you felt Bo wrap you in his arms. He cradled you, rocking you in time with how you were rocking yourself. Only, he was doing it softer, gentler. He was also mumbling some of his stats from last season, the stats from the hockey game you watched yesterday. Hell, he even started mumbling what you needed to buy when you went grocery shopping the next time. Anything mundane and boring because he knew that was what generally helped you out of anxiety episodes. The more boring the better. It gave a sense of normalcy and order that helped your brain to focus on the everyday parts of life as opposed to the falsehoods of meaningless compliments that people only said to you when you were in the middle of an anxiety episode.

Hearing about baseball and hockey stats as well as what groceries you needed to buy helped remarkably well. You calmed down relatively quickly given how badly this attack had started. You tilted your head, looking Bo in the eyes. Your eyes were full of a question that didn’t need to be asked but probably should be anyways. Bo, knowing how to read you by now, simply nodded. He met you halfway as you connected your lips. You shared a brief, albeit meaningful kiss. 

When you broke your lips apart, you held your hand out. "Of course I'll marry you."

You smiled, though it was a little awkward because you were still recovering from your anxiety attack, as Bo placed the ring on your finger. You moved your hand around, looking at the ring from every angle. It was a gorgeous ring. It was also simple and not very flashy. Which is something you had told Bo you wanted when the time came for him to finally propose. You weren’t a flashy or extravagant person so there was no need to have a flashy or extravagant ring. The thought of having an expensive or flashy ring made you really anxious. You were afraid that somebody would break in and steal it from you. And you didn’t want to live the entire rest of your life in fear that someone was going to break into your house to steal something from you. You had told Bo that that was no way to live. That’s why you were content with a small, simple ring. You didn’t have to live in a constant state of anxiety that some schmuck off the street was going to get the wise idea to break in one night and rob you of it. And the ring Bo had picked was exactly the ring you had been eyeing the last time you were in a jewellery store. So, it worked out even better.

Bo snapped you out of your thought by grabbing you by the chin with his thumb and forefinger. He tilted your face up so that you were looking at each other directly. Bo’s eyes flitted down to your lips and then quickly back up to look at you. You nodded as best you could with Bo holding onto your chin, a soft smile breaking out across your lips. Bo smiled back, dropping his hand away from your chin. He, instead, grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers. You huffed softly before you leaned forward and connected your lips with Bo’s. Bo smirked into the kiss, bringing his other hand up and resting it against your shoulder. The kiss was far more passionate than the first and you swore it could’ve gone on forever and ever. The only reason you stopped was because the puppy weaseled his way in between you and licked both of your noses. Bo laughed and booped the puppy on his nose. You made an amused noise and scritched the puppy's chest.

Bo turned back to you after you both spent a few moments playing with the puppy. "Sorry for surprising you. I know how you hate surprises."

"It's alright, Bo. It would've defeated the whole purpose if you told me," you responded, moving in closer to Bo.

At that moment, the puppy plopped himself down in between the two of you. You both scratched him behind either ear. He made a soft groan of appreciation, before falling fast asleep. He was snoring softly after a few moments which made both you and Bo chuckle bemusedly.

"What do we name him?" Bo asked, picking him up and placing him in your lap.

"Biscuit!" You replied with excitement. The dog responded to that, briefly opening his eyes and snuffling before he went back to sleep. "See! He likes that name." 

Your smile grew wider as your leaned down and gave Biscuit a kiss on the head. He snuffled again, his tail wagging against your knee. You lit up significantly, almost forgetting that you had had an anxiety attack a few minutes ago.

“Scratch that,” you said, a smile beaming on your face. “He loves that name.”

Bo just shook his head, chuckled, and waved a dismissive hand at you. "You're such a huge dork. You know that, right?"

"But I’m your huge dork," you replied, pointing to the ring on your finger as proof of that claim.

"Yes, yes you are."

[zackcollins]

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General Info

Hi! You can call me Robin-Tyler, R.T. or Robbie!

My pronouns are: she/her, they/them, or he/him

I’m okay with being referred to with masculine, feminine, and neutral gendered terms.

I live in the ancestral and unceded territory of the Aamjiwnaang people (Ontario, Canada).

I’m 24 years old. Minors are welcomed to unfollow/block me because I will sometimes post more mature content.

I  will tag anything triggering with “tw (trigger)”. If I miss something,  don’t be afraid to tell me. I’ll gladly add whatever someone feels needs a warning.

This is mainly a sports blog based around hockey and baseball. My favourite teams are the Toronto Maple Leafs, Philadelphia Flyers, Vancouver Canucks, Colorado Avalanche, Montreal Canadiens, Colorado Rockies, Pittsburgh Pirates, and Toronto Blue Jays

You can find information about some personalized tags, fanfic, and the current state of my masterlists under the cut!!

Babygirl Info

Hockey: Jack Campbell (#babygirl crazy catman), Tyson Jost (#babygirl chromatica), Cole Caufield (#babygirl small coffee), Mitch Marner (#babygirl wall bouncer), Mikko Rantanen (#babygirl peanut egg burger), Josh Anderson (#babygirl bench dresser)

Baseball: Zack Collins (#babygirl trailer trash), Tyler Heineman (#babygirl jr king), Cavan Biggio (#babygirl mimic), Bo Bichette (#babygirl man bun), Matt Chapman (#babygirl chapstick), Ross Stripling (#babygirl chicken strip), Ryan Borucki (#babygirl free elf), George Springer (#babygirl lovebug)

M*A*S*H: Father Francis Mulcahy (#babygirl himbo priest), Maxwell Klinger (#babygirl section 8), Margaret Houlihan (#babygirl cinnamon candy)

X-Files: Fox Mulder (#babygirl spooky), Dana Scully (#babygirl doctor fbi)

Babyboy Info

Hockey: Frederik Andersen (#babyboy pastry), Erik Källgren (#babyboy babygoalie), J.T. Compher (#babyboy jimothy timothy), Nick Suzuki (#babyboy small coffee enthusiast), T.J. Brodie (#babyboy mayor of chatham), James Reimer (#babyboy optimus reims)

Baseball: Kevin Gausman (#babyboy powdered donut), Randal Grichuk (#babyboy rocky mountain bird), Danny Jansen (#babyboy sports goggles), Alek Manoah (#babyboy mamas boy), Adam Cimber (#babyboy joe dirt), José Berríos (#babyboy mouthguard), Brian Serven (#babyboy love child), Jack Suwinski (#babyboy almighty), Trevor Richards (#babyboy silver fox)

M*A*S*H: B.J. Hunnicutt (#babyboy anything you want), Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce (#babyboy last of the mohicans)

X-Files: Alex Krycek (#babyboy fbi double agent)

Mass Effect: Kaidan Alenko (#babyboy biotic child)

Babyperson Info

Hockey: Alexander Kerfoot (#babyperson ivy leaguer), Cale Makar (#babyperson movie pun)

Baseball: Luke Maile (#babyperson mailbox), Jordan Romano (#babyperson canadas closer)

due South: Benton Fraser (#babyperson wolf tamer)

Other Info

Other content you may see on this blog includes:  M*A*S*H, due South, X-Files, Zelda, Mario, Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Mass Effect, animals, Marvel, food, nature/plants, paranormal, and just anything I find interesting/appealing.

I sometimes write fanfiction. Right now, the fandoms I write for are  hockey, baseball, M*A*S*H, X-Files, due South, Mass Effect, and Marvel.  And, for reference, I write/take requests for self-inserts and ship pairings. The ship pairings include hockey and baseball rpf so do with that what you will.

I’ve had a rough mental time recently, so I’m changing my URL to, hopefully, get some much needed happiness. I’ll fix the masterlists once I’m feeling back to my old self. Sorry for the sudden change. I just need this for my own mental well-being.

[jimothystu]

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity ♡

Thank you!!

1) Watching the Blue Jays

2) Bo Bichette

3) George Springer

4) Writing fanfiction

5) Listening to music

[bodacious-bichette]

OMG!! Soooo goooood!!

Friends Don't - Bo x Jess Part 5

Why Don't We Go There

Title: Why Don't We Go There? by One Direction (the lyrics of this song are pretty fitting with this part btw if you know the song) Word count: Uhhh 3.1k lmfao enjoy Warnings/Notes: Without spoiling anything, here are the content warnings: Drinking, sexual tension, quite suggestive. Tag list: @erikkallgren, @donttelltheelff, @bodacious-bichette, @lclb13, @lam-ila, @brook-luvs-bluejays, @calermakar08

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Bo led Jess up the stairs of his townhouse and glanced at her. “I’m warning you, Santi and I didn’t have a chance to clean the place.”

She smiled at him. “I don’t mind, really. You’ve seen Cav and I’s place.”

Bo chuckled. “I suppose, but our place doesn’t have a feminine touch like you’ve given to Cav’s.”

Jess shrugged. “I could spruce up the place if you want.”

Bo laughed again and unlocked the door. Jess was helping him set up for a party. The party had been her idea, after all, saying they should celebrate for Canada Day slash Independence Day. They had two days off before they went down to Florida for a series against the Marlins, and Jess was joining them this time around. It was the perfect time for a party, so Bo had offered to host.

Santiago was going to join them later with supplies, but Bo thought he’d go home early and start cleaning up. Jess had offered to help, insisting that it would only be fair since Bo’d offered his place for the party to take place at.

Bo opened the door, extending a hand. “Ladies first.”

She flashed him a smile. “Such a gentleman.”

Bo grinned and followed her inside.

“It’s nice,” she said with a smile, looking around the foyer to the large kitchen.

“Thanks.” He took off his shoes. “Can I take your coat?”

Jess smiled wider and shrugged off her jacket. “Holding the door open and taking my jacket? What, are we on a date or something?”

Bo chuckled as he hung up her jacket in the closet. “I just want to be a good host.”

She thanked him as she took her shoes off. She wandered out of the foyer and looked around before making her way into the living room. She went straight to the bookshelf.

Bo laughed fondly and followed her after taking his shoes off, too. “You’ve been here less than five minutes and you already found my books.”

She looked back at him with a smile. “They called to me.”

He smirked and shook his head. “Uh huh. See any you like?”

Jess ran her fingers across the spines, the paperbacks and hardcovers. Her fingers stilled over a poetry collection. “You read poetry?”

Bo shrugged. “My mom gave it to me.”

She took it out and smiled. It contained the poems of many of the classic poets: Wordsworth, Dickinson, Wittman, and Shakespeare.

“You can borrow it if you want,” Bo told her, seeing the excitement in her eyes.

Jess smiled wider. “Thank you. Are you sure?”

Bo smiled. “Positive.”

She held it close to her chest. “Okay, so where do we want to have the party? In here?”

Bo shook his head and nodded towards a doorway. He led her through the dining room and into the kitchen where a closed door sat off to the side. “I thought we could do it in the backyard. We have some patio furniture and some chairs and tables we can bring out. But I would like to just tidy up this level anyway.”

Jess nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

Together, they tidied up the main level. Bo didn’t let Jess do any of the actual cleaning—it would feel wrong of him—so he insisted she just do things like straighten up and make room in the front closet.

It didn’t take long for the level to be cleaned up, then they worked at preparing the backyard.

Bo brought out a large speaker and hooked it up to his phone. “Any requests?”

Jess flashed him a grin as she moved two chairs onto the lawn. “Justin Bieber?”

Bo laughed. “You know me so well.”

He shuffled his playlist with mainly Justin Bieber songs, and smiled when Jess started to hum along.

“You have a nice voice,” he commented.

Jess’ cheeks pinkened. “Oh, thank you.”

He nodded and found himself listening more to her humming and singing than the actual song. He couldn’t help it. She did have a very nice voice, and it soothed Bo; made him smile.

He sung along with her, their voices blending together softly.

Jess grinned at him, and Bo felt his heart flutter.

As they finished setting up the backyard, Bo found himself grateful to Jess for suggesting they have a party. He could already tell it was going to be a good night.

---

Night had fallen, and the air was growing chilly, but Jess sat next to Bo on a two-seated desk chair, and her body heat warmed him. He resisted the urge to lean closer, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Though, he couldn’t help but notice, she wasn’t exactly keeping her distance.

The party had been going well. They’d had snacks, played beer pong, danced to some music, and were currently playing a drinking game in which a person could either do a dare or drink to get out of it.

Vladdy finished chugging beer from the bong and took in a deep breath. He then let out a loud belch and cringed. “Ugh. Whose idea was this?”

Everyone pointed to George, who just laughed loudly. “Hey, I just suggested we do a drinking game. You guys are the ones who wrote out the dares,” he defended.

Vladdy smirked and took the bowl that contained the dares written out onto it. He looked around the group and his eyes landed on Jess. “Hey Pebble,” he said.

Jess blanched at him. “Pebble?”

He snickered, and a few others laughed. “’Cuz you’re so small.”

“I’m not that small!” she defended. “I’m a good five-six.”

“On a good day,” Bo said, and she shoved his shoulder.

Vladdy laughed and fished out a paper. “You can either take two shots, or…” He opened the paper and started laughing.

“What?” Jess asked with a frown.

Vladdy showed the paper to Danny on his right, who looked at Jess and laughed, too.

“What?” she asked again.

“Give a three-minute lap dance to the person on your left,” Vladdy said.

The group oohed and whistled, and Jess’ cheeks turned pink.

“You can take the shots if you don’t want to,” George said.

Jess glanced at Bo, who was in fact on her left.

He stared at her, cheeks feeling flushed. He swallowed hard at the thought of her giving him a lap dance, wearing those tight shorts that hugged her ass perfectly…

“Who wrote that one?” Jess asked and Santiago snickered.

Jess shook her head and stood. “I’ve already had too much to drink. It’s your lucky day, Bichette. You’re about to get some action from the girl who does not give action.”

Bo stared at her, still. He didn’t know what to think, but he nodded slightly. “Are you sure?” he asked.

She tilted her head to the side and smiled sweetly. She leaned forward, trailing her finger down his chest. “This means nothing,” she whispered to him.

He nodded again and bit his lip. His stomach twisted in anticipation.

She stood up straight again and adjusted her shirt, making sure lots of cleavage was showing. “Tell me when,” she said.

“Begin,” Vladdy said.

Jess climbed onto the chair, knees on either side of Bo, and hovered just above his lap. She ran her fingernails across his jaw and he shivered beneath her touch.

She smiled softly and rolled her hips a few times, her inner thighs rubbing against his outer ones. She was teasing him, just barely touching him.

Bo’s fingers twitched by his sides and he couldn’t stop himself from moving them onto her hips.

Guys whistled around them.

Bo’s cheeks burned, and, against his will, he felt his boxers growing tight.

She lowered herself onto his lap for a moment, rolling her hips forwards, before lifting herself off him entirely.

Bo bit back a grunt. He wanted more. He wanted her against him, moving her ass against his hardening cock.

She stood in front of him and brushed her loose hair back. She leaned forwards, chest right in front of Bo’s face, and placed her hands onto his shoulders.

He tried not to stare at her chest, he really did, but it was rather hard to do when her cleavage was literally right in front of his eyes. She knew what she was doing, and it was driving him insane.

She moved her hips slowly, teasingly in front of him.

Bo reached out and took hold of her hips again.

More whistling rang through the yard.

She climbed back onto his lap, this time pressing her bum against him for a few moments as she ran her finger down his chest.

Bo couldn’t stop the noise in his throat, somewhere between a grunt and a moan because fuck she felt good.

“One more minute,” George called out.

Jess stared into Bo’s eyes, her blue eyes wide. Her lips were pursed together, as if in concentration, and she cupped his jaw in her hands.

He held onto her hips as she rolled them one at a time, her bum just barely brushing against his lap.

He wished he’d worn anything but jeans.

“And time’s up,” Vladdy called out.

Jess took in a deep breath and moved to get off Bo, but he held her down on him. His cheeks burned and he stared at Jess.

“What’s the matter, Bo?” Santiago asked with a snicker. “Pants get a little tight?”

Bo’s jaw clenched. “Shut up,” he said through gritted teeth.

Jess sat sideways on his lap. Her cheeks were also bright pink. She looked away from him and stared down at her lap.

Bo shifted beneath her, wanting to be anywhere but there. Part of him wanted to be anywhere but there with Jess, but he dared not entertain that part of him.

“You sure know how to put on a show,” Alek called, and his girlfriend smacked his arm.

Jess cleared her throat and shrugged. “Just something I picked up in college,” she muttered.

Bo held his breath to get his breathing back to normal. He could see Jess struggling to do the same.

She pushed herself off of him. “I need some water,” she said quietly before moving around the chairs and beelining into the house.

“There’s water out here,” George called, but Jess was already in the house.

Bo frowned and glanced at Cavan, who was also frowning.

“I’ll go check on her,” Cavan said, but Bo held up a hand and stood.

“Let me,” he said, and Cavan nodded slightly.

Bo moved around the chairs. He heard a few of the guys whispering and snickering, but he ignored them and entered the house.

“Jess?” he called out.

“Yeah,” she replied from the kitchen.

Bo made his way to the sound of her voice and found her leaning over the sink, taking in deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” he asked. He moved closer, but kept his distance.

Jess nodded and glanced at him, flashing him a soft smile. “Sorry, just… Got a bit overwhelmed.”

Bo bit his lip before saying, “I’m sorry if I… if my…”

Jess’ smile grew. She shook her head. “No, it’s not you. I just…” She blew out a breath. “It’s complicated.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly.

She shook her head and turned on the tap. She ran her hands under the water and splashed some onto her face. “No, thank you. Not right now anyway.”

Bo nodded and leaned his hip against the counter. “For what it’s worth, that was incredible.”

Jess laughed quietly. She wiped water off her face. “Thanks.”

He watched her and did his best not to think of her in any way but as a friend. It was rather hard to do when his pants were still tight and the memories of the lap dance played through his mind on repeat.

“Stop undressing me with your eyes,” Jess said.

Bo smiled sheepishly and folded his arms over his chest. “I wasn’t…”

She gave him a look and turned so her lower back was leaning against the edge of the counter. “I know you were.”

They stared at one another for a few moments. “Okay, maybe a little,” Bo admitted.

Jess smiled slightly. “Good, because so was I.”

Bo’s breath caught in his throat. “Oh,” he said quietly.

He moved closer and gave her a questioning look.

She pressed her lips together and hopped up onto the counter.

Bo responded by moving in front of her.

Jess wrapped her legs around him.

Bo swallowed. He could feel the heat between her legs, and that just sent him over the edge.

“Jess,” he said softly, his stomach a bundle of knots.

“Bo,” she countered.

“Should we?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. She ran a finger down his chest. “But I want to.”

Bo placed his hands onto her hips. He wanted to, too. He wanted to so badly. She was so hot, and so intoxicating, and the alcohol running through Bo’s system wasn’t helping the matter.

Bo leaned closer, staring into Jess’ eyes, watching for any hesitation or doubt. He saw none.

Her legs tightened around him, bringing him closer to her.

Bo smiled slightly.

“Bo, Jess,” Cavan’s voice called out, “you two better be dressed!”

Bo’s jaw clenched. He moved away from Jess quickly and helped her get off the counter.

“We’re in the kitchen,” Jess said, disappointment evident in her eyes.

Cavan appeared in the kitchen doorway and stared at the two of them. He gave a questioning look to Bo before looking at Jess, whose cheeks were bright pink.

“Are you all right?” Cavan asked her.

Jess nodded. “Yes,” she said quietly. “I just, um. Needed some space.”

Cavan nodded slightly. “Alright… We’re playing beer pong again if you want to join us.”

Jess smiled slightly. “I might head home soon.”

Bo’s stomach dropped in disappointment. “Are you sure?” he asked. Part of him was hoping she’d stay, wait until everyone else left, and then join him in his bedroom.

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m… tired.”

“I’ll take an Uber with you,” Bo offered quickly.

Jess gave him a hesitant look. “Really?”

He noticed the look Cavan was giving him, and he quickly said, “I don’t want you taking an Uber by yourself this late at night. I’ll just make sure you get home safe and then come back here.”

Jess’ gaze flicked to Cavan, who was staring at the two of them.

“Um, okay,” Jess agreed. “Thank you.”

Bo nodded and fished his phone out of his pocket. “Don’t mention it.”

Cavan pointed a finger at the two of them. “Just take her home.”

Bo nodded quickly. He knew Cavan saw Jess like a sister, and he was glad she had him watching out for her. But still… they were both adults, and could do whatever they wanted. He didn’t want to cross a line, though.

He ordered an Uber. “Alright, the Uber will be here in about ten minutes.”

Jess nodded and folded her arms over her chest. “Great.”

The three of went back outside as they waited for the Uber. Several of the guys teasingly had questioned what kept Bo and Jess inside for so long.

They’d just laughed it off, saying Jess was feeling sick, which was why she was heading home. Most seemed to buy it, but George had given them a smirk and had waggled his eyebrows at them.

Once the Uber arrived, Bo brought Jess to it and got into the back seat with her.

The drive was quiet, save for the radio playing in the background.

Jess stared out the window, and Bo stared at her.

As the Uber pulled onto the road of Jess and Cavan’s place, she finally looked at Bo.

“Thank you,” she said, “For the party and for taking me home.”

He smiled softly. “Thank you for helping out, and for…” He cleared his throat, remembering they were not alone. “For coming to the party.”

Jess smiled slightly and nodded. The look she gave him, it made Bo want to bring her up to her condo and spend the night pleasing her until she screamed.

He tried to shove the thoughts out of his mind, especially when the Uber pulled up out front.

Jess unbuckled her seatbelt. “Thank you,” she said to the driver.

Bo unbuckled, too. “I’ll just make sure she gets inside safely and be right back.”

The driver nodded, telling them to take their time.

Jess didn’t protest as Bo followed her into the lobby.

She fumbled with the keys, and Bo reached out to help steady her hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She gave him a smile and laughed. “Yeah, I’m fine. This happens when I drink.”

Bo nodded and unlocked the main door for her. He held it open for her and she thanked him quietly.

They stood at the elevator doors, waiting for it to arrive.

Jess kept sending him glances, and Bo hoped she was feeling what he was.

Once they were in the elevator and the doors were shut, Bo moved closer to her.

Jess stared at him, lips parted ajar.

 Bo placed a hand on the wall above her head and looked down at her.

“You can’t stay,” she murmured.

“I know,” he said reluctantly. Not only was the Uber waiting for him, but everyone was expecting him back at the party soon.

But that didn’t stop Jess from reaching up and placing her hand onto the back of his neck.

The elevator doors dinged open, and Bo bit back a groan.

Jess looked down and slipped away from him.

Bo followed. He unlocked the door for Jess and held it open for her.

“Thank you again,” she said.

Bo nodded and cleared his throat. “Don’t mention it.”

She stared up at him, bottom lip being tugged at between her teeth. “You should go.”

“I know,” he murmured.

“The Uber’s waiting,” she said quietly. She slipped her shoes off, but didn’t look away from him.

“I know,” Bo repeated. He propped himself up against the doorframe, afraid that if he didn’t hold onto something he’d crumble to his knees and bury his face between Jess’ thighs.

“And you’re expected back at the party,” she said. She moved half a step closer.

Bo nodded. “I know.”

Jess chewed on her lip, staring at him in thought. She went up onto her toes and pressed her lips softly against his cheek. “Goodnight, Bo.”

Bo wanted to pull her closer, feel her lips on anything but his cheek. But he didn’t. He just nodded and gave her a tight smile. “Goodnight, Jess.”

He moved back and watched her shut the door. He heard it lock, and he let out a long, deep sigh. He leaned his head against the cool door.

This was all just the alcohol mixed with the adrenaline from the lap dance. In the morning, he’d forget he’d ever had these feelings. In the morning, when they were going to the airport to go to Florida, everything would go back to the way it had been.

[bodacious-bichette]

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Friends Don't - Bo x Jess Part 8

You Make Me A Complete Mess

Title: Lyrics from Complete Mess by 5 Seconds of Summer Word count: 2.5k for this part; 23k total Warnings/Notes: Slight warning for a little mention/talk about religion. And some sexual tension lol. Also, I realized I should have used this gif for the previous part since it's him entering an airplane, but c'est la vie. I promise they'll be getting together soon lmfao, I know I'm dragging this out but I just really want to develop their connection and everything first.

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Previous parts ; Ko-Fi

Jess looked around the large suite. “Are you sure there hasn’t been some mix up?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at Cavan.

“No.” He smiled. “This is all yours. My treat.”

She let go of her suitcase handle and engulfed Cavan in a hug. He hugged her close.

“I’m glad you could come with us,” he murmured.

“Me, too.” Jess smiled and pulled back from him. “Thank you. This… This is amazing.”

Cavan nodded. “I’ll let you settle in. I’m going to shower and grab a bite to eat before heading to the field. Want to join me?”

“I’ll see.”

Cavan left her alone and Jess couldn’t help but laugh excitedly. She went to the window and drew back the curtains. Their hotel overlooked downtown Miami; life bustling about on the streets below.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw Bo calling her. “What’s up?” she answered.

“Santi just left to get food with some of the guys,” Bo said. “Do you want to come order room service with me?”

Jess smiled widely. “I’d love to. Give me a minute to change?”

“Take your time. I’m in room 513.”

Jess hung up and quickly opened her suitcase. She mulled over her options before deciding on a pair of light denim shorts and a lilac coloured short-sleeved blouse. She grabbed a black scrunchie and tied her hair up in a high bun. She grabbed her wallet, room key, and phone, and slipped on a pair of flip-flops before heading down the hall.

She smiled awkwardly to a few of the guys she passed.

“You coming for food?” Alek asked, walking around her with Hyun-Jin.

Jess shook her head. “No, but thank you. Bo and I are going to order room service.”

Alek smirked and shared a look with Hyun-Jin. “Have fun.”

“You too.” She smiled and walked down the hallway until she reached 513. She knocked twice and waited.

The door swung open and Bo grinned at her. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Jess stepped inside. “So, what are we thinking?”

“I’m not too picky.” Bo walked to the dresser were a room service menu sat. “Have you had a chance to look at the options?”

“Not yet.” She walked to his side and looked over his arm to the menu. “You?”

“Briefly.” He looked down at her and smiled. “How hungry are you?”

Jess shrugged. “Not overly. I had breakfast before we left Toronto.”

Bo raised his eyebrows. “That was like… 5 hours ago now.”

She smiled innocently. “Which is why I agreed to come eat with you.”

“Not because you like my company?” he mused.

“Hmm. That’s a perk.” She smiled.

Bo didn’t look away. He just smiled softly.

Jess cleared her throat and broke eye contact. “I take it you’re pretty hungry?”

“Yeah,” Bo said. “I’ll probably get a full meal.”

“Whatever you want.” She skimmed over the options. She was so hyper-aware of how close she was to Bo that it was hard for her to concentrate on the menu. She just looked at the options with pictures, because her whirring mind just could not make out any of the written options.

“See anything you like?” Bo asked softly.

Jess looked up at him. Her breath caught in her throat. “Yeah, I think I do.”

Bo smiled warmly. “Me too.”

Jess took in a breath and looked back to the menu. “So, I’ll probably get the vegetable soup.”

“Soup? It’s like ninety degrees outside.” Bo laughed.

Jess scoffed. “It’s air conditioned in here.”

“Fair enough.” Bo chuckled again. He moved around her to the desk and reached for the phone. “One vegetable soup coming up.”

Jess smiled softly. She sat on the edge of his bed as he ordered. While his back was turned to her, she let out a slow and silent breath and fanned her cheeks.

“Thank you,” Bo said into the phone before hanging up. “It’ll be about fifteen minutes.”

“Damn, that’s fast.”

Bo sat next to her, thigh nearly toughing hers. “They said it isn’t too busy.”

Jess nodded. “So, the Marlins have their own ball staff, right?”

“Yeah. You won’t be needed in that regard, but I do hope you still come.”

She smiled softly. “Am I still welcome?”

Bo smiled. “You’re always welcome.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“Of course.” Bo tilted his head to the side. “We can see if you can stay in the clubhouse or dugout during the game. Or even sit where Arash Midani will be. I’ll figure out something.”

Jess smiled. “Thank you.”

He nodded. His smile began to falter and his brows furrowed. “Jess,” he started, but trailed off.

Jess shifted and turned to face him better. “What’s wrong?”

“Can I… ask you something?”

Jess nodded, frowning as she waited.

Bo hesitated.

“What is it?” Jess asked.

“You… You said you’re asexual,” Bo said, pausing to raise his eyebrows in question.

Jess nodded. Her stomach twisted as she thought of where this could be going.

Bo licked his lips. “So, do you… Feel other things?”

“Other things?” Jess questioned.

Bo cleared his throat. “Romantic things.”

“Oh.” Jess picked at her fingernails in her lap. “Um. Yes. I do.”

“So… dating, but no sex?” he asked.

“Well…” Jess sighed. “It’s not that simple.”

Bo met her eyes, curiosity shining in those deep brown irises of his. “I’d like to understand it better if you’d share with me. Not because…” He shook his head. “I just want to know you better. And if I ever decide to set you up with someone, I’d like to know what to say.”

Jess laughed suddenly. “And who would you set me up with?”

“I’m sure I could find someone.” A soft smile played on his face.

They sat in silence for a moment.

Jess nodded slightly. “Alright. I’ll try to explain, but just… Some days I don’t fully understand it myself.”

Bo nodded. “Okay.”

She leaned back on her hands and sighed. “I guess, I don’t know. I do experience romantic attraction and I want to be in a relationship, but… I honestly don’t get crushes easily. And when I do, I almost never feel anything…” She cleared her throat. “I already told you I rarely feel sexual attraction.”

Bo nodded again.

“So, yeah, I guess, I do feel other things, but… not like other people do.” Jess shrugged meekly. “And I have been in a relationship where I did do more than just kissing, if you catch my drift.”

Bo didn’t say anything. He just nodded.

Jess chewed on her bottom lip nervously. “So… yeah. Most of the time, I just… want a relationship, and I would have sex and enjoy my partner’s company. Just… It either takes a while for me to develop enough of a connection to have any sexual feelings towards someone, or…” She trailed off as she stared at Bo.

“Or?” he asked softly.

“Or I meet someone really special,” she said quietly.

“Has that ever happened?” Bo asked.

Jess’ lips parted. She nodded. “I think so.”

Bo smiled so wide his eyes crinkled.

The sight of his smile made Jess’s stomach turn. “Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm.”

Jess looked at the cross hanging from his neck. She reached for it and ran her fingertip across the cold metal. “I know your faith is very important to you.”

Bo nodded. “One of the most important things. But that’s not really a question.”

“Are you…” Jess took her hand back.

“Waiting for marriage?” Bo asked.

Jess nodded. She didn’t even know why she asked. It wasn’t important. She wasn’t going to sleep with him, so it really didn’t matter. But she was curious, especially after their drunken night.

“I’m waiting for something,” he said. “Not marriage necessarily, unless that’s what the other person wanted. But I…” He cleared his throat. His cheeks had turned pink.

“You don’t have to talk about this if it makes you uncomfortable,” Jess said quickly.

“I don’t mind.” Bo gave her a small smile. “Just isn’t something I’ve really talked about much.”

Jess nodded. “I understand.”

“I guess I’m waiting for someone I feel truly connected to,” Bo said. His voice was soft, hesitant, vulnerable. “It isn’t that I don’t… feel attraction, I just value that level of intimacy and think it should be reserved for someone you feel connected with on a spiritual level. If that makes sense.”

Jess smiled. “It does. Thank you for sharing.”

“You, too. I appreciate your openness.”

Jess bit her lip. She shifted and ended up being closer to him. “Have you… felt that spiritual connection ever?”

Bo stared at her a moment before answering. “I think I might be developing one.”

Jess’ lips parted.

Before either could say more, a knock sounded at the door. “Room service!” a voice called.

Bo cleared his throat.

Jess pressed her lips together and shifted away from him.

Bo stood and went to the door. As he retrieved their food, Jess leaned her head back and sighed. If the food hadn’t arrived, Jess had no idea where their conversation would have led. Jess knew what she was feeling. She felt drawn to him in every possible way.

Bo returned and brought the food to the small table sitting in between two chairs. “Your food, M’Lady.”

Jess’ lips twitched. “Thank you.”

Her cheeks felt flushed, and her head spun with thoughts and feelings, all centring around Bo. She sat across from him and gave him a smile. “Bonne appetite.”

~

Jess leapt from one bed to the other, a large pillow in her hands. Her laugh rang through the hotel room, coupled with Bo’s lower toned chuckle.

“You may be bigger, but I am faster,” Jess said, swiping her pillow towards Bo as he approached the bed.

Bo grinned and dodged her blow. “Oh really? You’re faster? Who’s the one with fifteen stolen bases this season so far?” He swung his pillow at her legs, the hit landing true.

Jess stumbled, catching herself on the wall. “That’s not a fair comparison! I’m not even on a team to steal bases for.”

Bo laughed and Jess smacked his head with her pillow. She jumped onto the other bed when Bo tried to retaliate.

The food was done and their energies had been replenished. Their conversation about intimacy had been put on pause, and they somehow had wound up having a pillow fight. It had started when Bo tossed a handful of peanuts at Jess’ head. She’d retaliated by throwing a napkin, and then they’d gone to the beds for pillows.

“You’re just throwing gas onto a fire,” Bo warned. He climbed onto the bed and Jess laughed loudly.

“I like fire.” She hit his shoulder with her pillow.

He grinned and raised his pillow. He smacked her on the side and she stumbled towards the edge.

Bo grabbed her before she could fall.

She held onto his arm and smiled mischievously.

Bo’s brow furrowed.

Jess wrenched herself free from him and, as she jumped to the other bed, swiped her pillow at his knees.

He landed fall backwards on the bed and laughed.

Jess giggled and stabilized herself against the wall. She took in a breath. “Ready to surrender?”

Bo sat up and grinned. “Never.” He put down the pillow. “Though I am ready to change weapons.”

He launched himself towards her, jumping onto the other bed to reach at her.

Jess squealed out a laugh and tried to block his grabby hands with the pillow, but he was quicker. He grabbed her pillow, tossed it aside, and then his fingers darted to her sides.

She squirmed and jumped off the bed. “That’s not fair!”

Bo laughed and moved around the bed to reach her. “All’s fair in love, war, and hotel pillow fights.”

She tried to move around him, grab another pillow. He was quicker, though. His hands went to her ribs, tickling them quickly. Jess laughed loudly and squirmed under his touch. She tried to bat away his hands, tried to push him away, but it was no use.

Bo grabbed her wrists in one hand and held them above her head.

She took a step back, legs hitting the edge of the bed, and she fell backwards.

Bo landed on top of her, catching himself with a hand next to her shoulder. He smirked and his hand went to her hip. “Surrender?”

Jess took in a breath. She stared up at him, his brow eyes bright. Her ribs ached from laughing so much, and her cheeks hurt from smiling. “Never.”

Bo’s eyebrows raised. His hand on her hip moved up to her side and his fingers danced against her.

She laughed. “Okay, okay, I surrender.”

Bo grinned. “I win.”

They were both breathing hard, both wide-eyed and flushed in the cheeks. And they were so close.

Bo’s hands still held Jess’ wrists above her head. Bo moved closer, eyes staring at her lips.

The door to the room opened. “Hey—Jesus Christ, what the hell happened?”

Bo quickly let go of Jess and stood up. He looked to Santiago, with whom he was sharing a room. “Um. Good old fashioned pillow fight?”

Jess’ cheeks burned. She sat up and smoothened her hair and shirt.

Santiago looked around the room, at the pillows and blankets askew. “Do I even want to know why?”

Bo and Jess both shrugged.

“We were bored,” Jess offered, and Santiago raised his eyebrows.

“He never has pillow fights with me when I’m bored,” he muttered, and moved to his suitcase.

Jess met Bo’s eyes, and her stomach did a somersault.

He smiled and winked, and then the somersault turned into butterflies.

Jess cleared her throat. “I assume we’re going to the field soon?”

Bo nodded, his smile still on his face. “Sure.”

“I’ll go gather my things, then. Meet you back here in a few minutes?” Jess asked.

“Sounds good.” Bo reached up his hand close to her face.

She tensed.

Bo pulled a small white feather from her hair and smirked.

She laughed. “I’ll be back.”

As she walked to the door, Santiago called out, “You better help clean this up before we have to sleep!”

Jess waved her hand over her shoulder. “I will. Promise.”

“Oh!” Bo exclaimed. “I forgot to mention. My mom will be coming into the clubhouse before the game tonight. She said she’ll be there about an hour before first pitch, and she’s really excited to meet you.”

Jess’ chest tightened. Oh. That. She’d forgotten about that. She swallowed down her nerves and kept her voice steady. “Can’t wait.”

As she stepped out into the hall, her mind started swirling with worries, mainly how she was going to manage keeping her feelings in check around Bo’s mother, and whether or not his mother would even like her. Jess didn’t know what she’d do if she didn’t like her. Or if she picked up on Jess’ growing feelings for her son.

Jess sighed and made a decision. Either she and Bo would need to sort things out, or she’d have to start keeping her distance. Because these constant flirting and lingering touches were driving her insane.

[bodacious-bichette]

Love it, Jenn!

Burnin' Up - Bo x Jess

Title: Burnin Up by the Jonas Brothers lmao (you'll see why) Word count: 1.1k Notes: Okay. So. This is not a direct continuation after the previous part of Friend's Don't. This is kind of like a one-shot, but it's based around their story, if that makes sense? It's like... a lil scene of the two of them, just being cutesy and stuff. If y'all like this kind of thing (one-shot type parts as well as direct continuations of the main story) then I'll definitely do more! (Maybe even take requests for them??). Anyway, enjoy! Warnings: Mentions of an injury (minor burn)

Tag list: @zackcollins @donttelltheelff @lam-ila @bodacious-bichette @brook-luvs-bluejays @calermakar08 @barneswinchester @tc-the-mccn-and-tc-saturn @roguekatt @lclb13

Previous parts

Jess moved around Bo in his kitchen, arm full of spices and herbs he’d requested. She placed them down onto the counter and smiled at him. “Okay, I think that’s everything you asked for.”

Bo glanced over the small jars and bottles she’d brought and nodded. “Great, thanks.”

He moved past her to the stove and stirred the pot.

“What ones do you need?” she asked. She’d agreed to help him cook for dinner he was hosting with some of the team, but she hadn’t expected him to go all out. He was preparing a hearty stew with lots of chicken and vegetables, and was almost ready to start seasoning it before letting it simmer for a while.

“Pass me the thyme?” Bo asked.

Jess glanced around the room. “Where’s your clock?”

“My what?” he asked, then he laughed. “Oh, ha ha, you’re so funny.”

She grinned and held out the small jar labelled thyme. “I know.”

She watched him carefully measure a small measuring spoon of thyme before sprinkling it over the large pot.

“Oregano?”

She handed him the next jar, and on it went until he’d added in all the desired spices and herbs.

A timer went off on his phone and he smiled. “All right. We can take the squash out of the oven and then add it to the stew.”

Jess shook her head slowly. “How did you find such a complex recipe?”

Bo put an oven mitt on and opened the oven. “My mom,” he said and reached into the oven. As he was pulling the tray out, the sweet smell of baked squash filled the air.

She smiled. “Did you cook with her when you were younger?”

“Some,” he said. “Though not as much as maybe I should have. I was always being dragged to play tennis or baseball.”

He put the tray on top of the stove and moved his hand away. “Ow! Fuck!”

He yanked his arm back.

“What?” Jess asked anxiously. “What happened? Did you burn yourself?”

He pulled the oven mitt off and cursed under his breath. “I’m fine, my arm just brushed against the pot.”

Jess grabbed his wrist and tugged him to the sink. “Run it under cold water,” she instructed.

“Babe, I’m fine,” he protested, but she could see the angry red mark on his forearm.

She frowned and turned on the water. She tested the temperature with her finger before pulling Bo’s arm underneath it gently.

He hissed as the water ran over the burn.

“It’s really not that bad,” he said, but his jaw clenched.

Jess frowned at him. “Hold it under the water for a few minutes. Do you have any aloe?”

“You’re not going to let me just move on with my life, are you?” He smirked.

“Bo, if you don’t treat it right away, it could spread. I took first aid, I know how to treat burns.” She stared at him. “We have to cool it down so that it doesn’t get worse, then put aloe onto it to help it heal. And ideally cover it up a bit so it doesn’t rub against anything.”

Bo sighed. “All right. Top shelf in my medicine cabinet.”

Jess nodded and ducked out of the kitchen. She jogged through his house to the bathroom. She had to climb onto the bathroom counter to reach the top shelf, but she retrieved the bottle of aloe vera along with gauze and cotton balls, and returned to the kitchen where Bo stood at the sink still.

“Good boy,” she muttered.

Bo snorted back a laugh. “Am I a dog now?”

“Will me praising you help you to listen?” she asked.

“Maybe.”

She turned off the tap. “Come sit so I can get a better look at it.”

He followed her to the dining room and sat in a chair. He rested his forearm on his knee and Jess knelt in front of him.

She leaned forward and looked at it closely. “It doesn’t look too bad.”

“Told you.”

Jess looked up and shot him a glare. “But we still need to treat it.”

Bo shrugged. “I’m not resisting, am I?”

“No,” she agreed. She opened the bottle of aloe and poured some onto a cotton ball. She bit her lip. “This may sting a little.”

“I’m an athlete, I have a high pain tolerance,” he said.

Jess muttered under her breath about his precious masculinity and he huffed out a short laugh. She gently dabbed the cotton ball against the burn. He tensed, but made no sound as Jess carefully applied aloe to his skin. Once there was a thick layer of it, she loosely wrapped the strip of gauze around his arm.

“Cute bow,” he said as she tied it.

“A bow for Bo,” she replied, smiling slightly. “Is that too tight?”

“No, it’s good.” He smiled. “Thanks.”

Jess nodded and leaned up on her knees. “We should rinse it and apply more aloe in a few hours.”

“We?” Bo asked, smiling softly. He leaned forwards onto his elbows. “I can take care of myself.”

“No you can’t.” She smirked. “If I weren’t here, you would have just ignored this.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But now that I know what to do I could do it myself.”

She tilted her head. “Think of me as your personal nurse.”

Bo grinned. “And what exactly does a personal nurse do?”

“Anything to help the patient feel better,” she replied.

“Anything?” He stared down at her, brown eyes full of mischief.

Jess narrowed her gaze and put her hands on his knees. “Almost anything.”

Bo smirked. “Give me another lap dance?”

Jess scoffed and stood up. “Not sure we have time for that.”

He chuckled and stood, too, standing so close she could count the faint freckles on his cheeks.

“We need to finish making food,” Jess muttered, though she made no move to step away.

“Yeah,” Bo agreed.

“You’re staring.”

“So are you.”

Jess smiled softly and looped her arms around his neck. “Just thinking.”

“About me?” Bo asked. He held her hips.

“I’m always thinking about you,” she replied, bringing a smile to Bo’s face.

Bo moved his hands from her hips to the small of her back. He pulled her closer and began to sway slowly.

Jess giggled and leaned her head against his chest. “Shouldn’t we finish making the food?”

“Mm. In a minute,” he replied. He nuzzled his face against her hair and sighed in content.

Smiling, Jess let Bo sway them back and forth, dancing to no music but the sound of Bo’s heart beating in his chest.

[bodacious-bichette]

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Bo Bichette - Dessert

Prompt: A part 2 to Love of My Life - a personal fic for Shar AKA @bodacious-bichette Word count: 1.6k Warnings/Notes: NSFW. Second half has some thigh-riding and explicit matters with a femme reader. Also, as I mentioned, this is a personal fic, but can mostly be read as reader-insert.

The soft sand sunk beneath your feet as you walked hand-in-hand with Bo along a beach near his Florida home. You were enjoying the offseason with him in Florida, but you were both planning on going up to Toronto to visit George and Charlise at some point over the holidays. For now, though, you and Bo were just enjoying your time with one another.

Your one-year anniversary would happen during Spring training, so the two of you were taking the opportunity of the offseason to celebrate your relationship.

A gentle breeze blew through your hair. You looked out at the ocean, sunlight reflecting off the blue waves.

“Stay there,” Bo said as he slipped his hand out of yours.

You turned to look at him and saw that he had his phone out. You smiled softly. “Really?”

“What?” Bo asked with a smile. “You look really beautiful in the sun.”

You laughed lightly. “Thank you.”

Bo took a few pictures. “Perfect.”

You smirked and crouched down. You used your finger to draw a heart in the sand.

Bo joined you. Inside the heart, he wrote out Bo + Shar­.

You smiled widely and kissed Bo’s cheek. “Always,” you murmured.

Bo smiled back at you. “You really do look beautiful with the sun beaming down on you.”

“Thank you,” you muttered. “You don’t look so bad, yourself.”

Bo chuckled. He stood and offered you his hand.

You accepted and got to your feet.

Bo caught you in a kiss once you were standing.

Smirking against his lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer.

The hot sun against your back was nothing compared to the warmth Bo made you feel when he kissed you.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips.

“I love you, too,” you replied.

“I have something special planned for us tonight,” he said.

Your eyebrows raised in question. “Really?”

“Mhmm.” He kissed you softly.

“What is it?” you asked excitedly.

Bo chuckled. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine, but you know I hate waiting.”

He kissed your cheek and wrapped an arm around your waist. “I know.” He turned to keep walking down the beach, and you walked with him.

You smiled up at him. Whatever the surprise was, you knew it would be terrific. For now, though, you were just enjoying your time at the beach.

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“Okay, are your eyes closed?” Bo asked, warm hands covering your eyes.

You laughed. “For the millionth time, yes.”

Bo kissed your cheek softly. “Just checking.”

You smiled. For the last hour, Bo had made you stay in the bedroom while he prepared whatever the surprise was. You could smell something delicious cooking, so you knew at least part of the surprise was dinner.

“Okay.” Bo guided you further into the room. He removed his hands from your eyes and smiled widely. “Happy early anniversary.”

You opened your eyes and gasped. The dining room table was fully decorated with a white lace table cloth—where he got it was beyond you—linen napkins in your favourite colour, a clear vase with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, and wine glasses next to a bottle of expensive-looking wine. The plates contained one of your favourite meals. You didn’t even know he knew how to make that. There were also two tall candles lit in the centre of the table, their flames flickering softly.

A lump formed in your throat. “Bo,” you said softly. “This is all so much. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to.” He kissed you softly. “I want to show you how much you mean to me and how much I love you.”

You smiled widely and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you so much. Thank you.”

He grinned and stepped around you to pull out your chair. “My lady.”

You giggled and took a seat; Bo pushing it in with you. “Why, thank you, kind sir.”

Bo grinned and took the wine bottle, which had already been opened. “Wine?”

You nodded. “Please.”

He filled your glass and handed it to you. Then, he filled his and held it up. “To us.”

You clinked your glass gently against his. “To us.”

You both took a sip, the fruity flavours dancing on the tip of your tongue.

Bo took a seat and the two of you began to eat. It was delicious.

“There’s dessert, too, if you have room,” Bo told you once you were finished the meal.

You leaned back in your chair and laughed quietly. “You should have told me that to begin with.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. We can always save it and have it tomorrow.”

You smiled at him. “What is it?”

“Just a small cake,” he said. “It’s in the fridge.”

You placed your napkin onto the table and stood. You extended your hand to him. “Why don’t we dance first?”

Bo grinned and took your hand. He brought you to the living room where there was more space, and he wrapped his arms around you, hands splayed across the small of your back. You slung yours over his neck and smiled up at him as you two began to sway to no music.

“I’m so glad you were able to come down with me,” Bo said.

“Me, too.” You moved closer. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Bo kissed you. It started off as just a sweet, soft kiss of affection.

But you moved a hand to the nape of his neck and gripped his hair and then Bo kissed you harder. He pressed his hands against your back to pull you closer; his thighs touched yours and you felt his belt dig into you.

You hummed and moved your other hand through his hair, fingers gently combing through his long strands.

Bo took a step forward. You let him guide you back against a wall where he caged you in; one hand next to your head while the other held your hip in place. He wedged his knee between your thighs, his own thigh pressing against your heat.

You grunted quietly.

Bo moved away from your lips and opted to start kissing your neck.

You leaned your head back against the wall as he began sucking gently on the skin beneath your ear. His thigh moved and you rolled your hips forward to ground down on him.

Bo hummed. “Like the way my thigh feels?”

You nodded, lips parted as you rolled your hips again. “Yes.”

Bo smiled against your neck. He kissed your earlobe before whispering in your ear. “Then why don’t you ride it?”

A shudder ran down your spine. You stared at Bo and your stomach twisted with anticipation.

Bo raised an eyebrow and smirked. “By the way you’re staring at me, I take it that’s a yes?”

You bit your lip and nodded. “I would love to ride your thigh.”

Bo’s eyes shone. He took your hand and brought you to the living room. He sat and grinned at you.

You smirked at his obvious boner. “Guess I’ll have to do something about that after.”

He shrugged and reached for your hips. “In due time.”

“Hang on.” You took your bottoms off so you were just in your panties. “I want to be able to feel more of you against me.”

Bo pressed his lips together. He swallowed and nodded. “Come here.”

You climbed onto him, straddling his thigh.

Bo held your hips and kissed your jaw softly.

You began grinding yourself against his thigh in a rhythmic motion. Bo moved his thigh slightly with you, and the thick fabric of his khaki shorts created friction against your heat. You opened your mouth and Bo kissed you; you moaned into his mouth as you ground down against him.

One of Bo’s hands moved from your hip to your thigh. He gave it a small squeeze before his fingers danced down to your crotch.

You gasped as you felt his pointed and middle ringer slid down against your clit.

“Feel good?” Bo murmured.

You nodded quickly. “Yes—oh, yes.”

Bo continued with his motions, fingers rubbing your clit as you ground yourself down against him.

You leaned the side of your head against his. Your abdomen tightened in a familiar feeling after a few minutes.

“Babe,” you moaned.

Bo hummed and rubbed circled against you through your panties.

Your thighs clenched and your hips stilled. You leaned your head down, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.

Bo rubbed you just right, and you moaned as your high filled your system. Your hips jerked forwards as Bo moved his fingers against you slowly.

Your body trembled before relaxing against him. You breathed hard.

Bo kissed your ear softly. “That was so hot,” he murmured.

You smiled softly. You shifted your legs and brushed your knee against his erection. He grunted.

“So,” you drawled quietly. You lifted your head and looked at him with a smile. “Dessert?”

Bo grinned. “You’re my dessert.”

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading. You giggled. “Am I?”

“Mm.” He kissed your jaw. “Once you’ve had a minute to calm down, I would love nothing more than to taste you.”

Your stomach twisted. “How about I have my dessert first, then you can have yours?”

Bo grinned. “Deal.”

You kissed him swiftly before climbing off and kneeling in front of him. You took a moment to smile at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You moved your hands to his belt and undid it and his fly. You looked at him through your eyelashes and smiled. “Now, lift your hips.”

[bodacious-bichette]

Thanks Jenn!🤗❤️

Bo Bichette - Lullaby

Prompt: Carding your fingers through your lover’s hair after a bad nightmare, not caring that it’s sweaty or matted, but just that they’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep, even if it’s at the sacrifice of your own. Pairing: Bo x GN reader Warnings: Nightmares + anxiety Notes: Requested by @bodacious-bichette!

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The feeling of the bed trembling woke you. You were confused at first, then you heard a soft whimper beside you. “Bo?” you asked, quickly turning to face him.

He did not answer. You reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, squinting against the sudden brightness. When you looked at Bo, your heart nearly broke in two. He was curled up in a ball, shaking with silent sobs, covered in a cold sweat.

“Bo,” you said gently, reaching out to stroke his arm. You didn’t want to jolt him awake and make things worse. You needed to slowly coax him out of the nightmare. “Bo, sweetie, you’re okay, it’s just a dream. I’m right here.”

You ran your fingers up and down his clammy arm as you spoke. You felt him begin to stir; his whimpers quieted and the trembling stopped.

"Bo," you whispered, reaching your hand to gently stroke his cheek.

Bo flinched as he woke, and a strangled gasp left his parted lips. He stared at you, eyes straining against the light. "Y/N? What-" He trailed off and swallowed thickly. You could see the embarrassment laced in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" you asked. You brushed damp hair off his forehead.

Bo nodded slightly. "Just... bad dream." His voice was barely a whisper.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked, running your fingers through his sweaty, matted hair.

"No," he said. "Not... not right now. Can you... keep doing that?"

"Running my hands through your hair?" you asked, and he nodded. You gave him a reassuring smile and nodded. "Of course, sweetheart. Come here."

You shifted and opened your arms to him. Bo didn't hesitate to move closer, lying his head upon your chest and holding you as close to him as possible. You wrapped one arm around his torso while the other went up to continue combing his hair. You didn't care that he was clammy with sweat, nor did you care that you'd been woken in the middle of the night. All you cared about was helping Bo feel better and helping him get back to sleep.

You began to softly sing a lullaby your parents used to sing to you when you were a kid, and Bo nuzzled against you.

"You're okay," you murmured, pausing your singing for a moment.

Bo nodded slightly. "Thank you."

You kissed the top of his head before continuing the lullaby; your fingers gently combing through his hair and your arm securely around him, making sure he knows that you're right there for him.