#his smirk 🤝🏻 me

[deadscell]

[julianalvarez9]

if we ever broke up / mason mount

summary: a conversation shared between two lovers in the past and the cruel reality of where things stand now.

pairing: mason mount x footballer!reader

warning: this is all fake!!!!! especially the fabrizio tweets please keep this in mind 😭 i hated doing that so much

author's note: me not making anything for mason and then two fics in 24 hours 😂 tittle inspired by the song if we ever broke up by royal sadness.

wc: 430 words (it's short, so i added a socmed au too :))

fc: esme morgan.

"what would you do if we ever broke up?".

the topic mason brought to bed isn't what you would normally expect, so it raises suspicions. "why are you thinking about it?" you laugh, still drawing circles in his bare skin. he laughs a bit too, and since your head is resting on his chest, your whole upper half vibrates with him until his laughter dies off.

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"ben just broke up with his girl," he explains, and you get off him, instead supporting your weight with your arm on the pillow by his side, positioning yourself better to see his face. your brows are furrowed in preoccupation, since ben is practically your best friend at this point, and you weren't aware that he was going through this. "he's okay, don't worry," he smiled reassuringly, palm going to your cheek and caressing it in a soft and loving gesture.

"it's just, he's thinking about renovating his whole house, getting another dog, i don't know. made me think of what i would do if we ever broke up".

your eyebrows go up now, clearly interested in the topic. "and what would you do?" you ask, genuinely curious about it. "i don't know to be honest. if you broke up with me, i'd try to get you back" mason shrugs, and you roll your eyes, clearly displeased with his answer since he isn't really answering your question. "that's off the table".

"i don't know! maybe changing my hair?" he says unconvincingly, taking his hand that was previously resting on your cheek to sort out his hair. you like this hair on mason the best, with the top of his hair fluffy and the sides just a little bit faded out. not too much, though. "no! i would hate that," you pout, and he's looking at you with the biggest smirk on his face, shaking his head in disbelief, remembering that you almost broke down crying when he buzzed it last summer. "i love your hair like it is".

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"maybe that's the whole point, no?" he questions, and your face sours in confusion. "what?" you ask, only to answer yourself the second after. "doing things i'd hate? like some sort of revenge?". mason lifts his palms up, like a kid that needs to prove his innocence. "i don't know!".

"if that's the goal, you going to united would definitely put you on the black list," you laugh, and the topic ends with a peck on his lips, and you settling down into your spot on his chest again, finally tired enough to sleep the night.

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : BRUNCH WITH THE HARLOWS

This idea and request came from none other than my girl @harlowcomehome 🩵🤝🏻 hope you like it.

It was a Sunday afternoon at the Harlow household, you were currently running around the kitchen trying to get the food ready for everyone.

Since the age of sixteen you and your six brothers had made a pact that every Sunday you would all get together for brunch.

It continued throughout the years, you even incorporated it into your relationship with Jack. It was a way for everyone to catch up and relax, even if it was only for a day.

“Mama, but daddy doesn’t like spicy.”

You smile, “I know bug, that’s why I always make two different batches.”

“I like spicy.”

“Missy, how would you like spicy food if I don’t give you anything with chile?” You turn to look at her as you’re pouring the boiled spices into the blender.

“Uncle Clay Clay gave us hot Cheetos and a spicy pickle.”

From the corner of your eye you can see who was walking into the kitchen but decided to make a turn.

“CLAYBORN HARLOW, you stay there.”

“H-how did you know?”

“My wife has Harlow senses.” Jack says, coming in behind him. “What did you do?” He asks his brother.

“Yeah, what did you do?” You ask him, smirking.

“I might have given the kids spicy snacks?” He shrugs, “In my defense it’s so they learn to handle spicy food, and not turn out like this weak one.” He says pointing to Jack.

“Hey, I can handle spicy.”

You smile at your husband, “Aww mi amor, no you can’t bubs, and that’s totally fine.”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t get grumpy daddy.” Mia laughs.

“Anyway, I came in here to see if you needed help taking out anything.”

“Hmm, probably take the sour cream, queso fresco and the avocados.” You tell them, pouring the hot sauce into a pan.

“That’s it?” Your husband asks, while taking out the stuff from the fridge.

“Come back in five minutes so you can help me take out the food.”

“Okay, um is this for outside?”

You turn around to see what he’s pointing at and nod. “Oh yess, Clay can you help your brother take out the jars of agua frescas please.”

“Did you make my favorite one?” His whole head is peeking into the fridge to see which flavor of aguas you made.

You laugh at that. “Yes, Jamaica and fresa con leche. Do not spill that one, that’s your mom’s favorite one.” You’re referring to the pepino con limón agua fresca.

“We’ll be back then.” Jack says and they both make two trips to take out the stuff needed for outside.

The brunch always happens outside, depending on the weather. When you and Jack were planning on building your forever home, you both decided to bring both your style into everything.

Your backyard and kitchen had to feel like back home. So you definitely incorporated some Mexican roots into your design.

You fall in love with your patio more every day, so whenever you can, you try to eat outside and cook as much as you can in your beautiful kitchen.

“Okay, which one do I take first?” Jack comes back in, heading to the stove.

“JACK NO.” You rush to him and smack his hands away. “No touching, and that one was the spicy one.”

“I’m hungry, and I’ve had the spicy ones before, I’m sure you didn’t overdo it.”

“I’m one hundred percent sure you won’t be able to handle it. Even your daughter said so.”

Jack raises his eyebrows and turns to look at Mia. “Really bug? I thought you were on my side?”

Mia shakes her head smiling. “I am on your side, but I saw how many baneros mama put in, those are really spicy, I heard grandma say.”

“Ohhh damn you used habaneros this time?”

You nod, “It’s a new salsa mi abuela shared with me.”

“So did you make one without the habaneros?”

“Don’t I always make one of each?” You ask him, crossing your arms.

“Yeah you do, okay let’s go.”

“I need to get napkins and wake Ezequiel up from him nap. Mia, go make sure daddy doesn’t serve himself the spicy one.”

Mia nods “okay mommy.” She answers and follows after Jack.

“Jackman, how are you going to serve when your wife isn’t seated yet?” Maggie scolds her oldest.

“She just texted me, she’s changing Ezequiel. I’m serving her plate and the kids, but I’ll wait for her to eat. You guys can go ahead and eat though.”

“No, that’s disrespectful.”

“We’ll wait for her as well then.” His dad answers.

Jack is helping serve the food onto everyone’s plates, while Maggie fills up the cups with agua fresca and orange juice.

“Oh daddy, that’s the spicy one.” Mia warns her dad.

“No, Clay took out the spicy one, I took this one out.”

Mia shakes her head “I know which cuchara mommy used for the spicy one.”

“I’m sure you’re mistaken bug.” Jack reassures his daughter.

Meanwhile Mia is shaking her head with her hands on her little forehead.

“Okay we’re ready to eat.” You announce as you and Ez are walking out to the patio.

You are finally seated and everyone starts to dig into their food.

“Mmm wow.” Maggie says. ”I will never get tired of your food. This is so delicious Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

“You taste that Maggie?” Druski asks, “That’s the taste of seasoning.”

“DRU.” You yell.

“Leave him, he loves to joke about my unseasoned food, but he was always getting seconds.”

Besides you, Jack starts coughing non stop.

You turn to face him and notice he’s turning red and sweating. “Uhh babe? What's wrong?”

“T-that.” He coughs. “That’s really hot.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Babe, you got the chilaquiles that I made with tomato sauce.”

“Yeah, and it’s spicy.” He’s chugging his water.

“Babe, that one didn’t have any chiles.”

“Mama, he got the wrong one.” Mia says from her seat, covering her mouth.

“Which one did you get Jack?”

“This one.” He points at the pan with the spicy chilaquiles rojos.

“No babe, that’s the habanero one.” You stand up and refill his cup with agua de pepino.

“I thought the spicy one was the one Clay took out?”

You shake your head “No, I told you, you had the spicy one.”

“Clay told me he had the spicy one.” He glares at his brother.

“You said you could handle spicy food, I was trying to prove a point.” He shrugs.

You shake your head. “Go inside and bring him a cup of milk and a paleta de limon please.”

Jack gets up from his seat, and starts doing jumping jacks.

“Jackman be serious, that’s not going to help.” His mom tells him, while she takes a sip of her drink.

“It’s going all the way to my head and down to my feet. It’s so spicy.”

“I told you daddy.” Mia yells out, taking a spoonful of her chilaquiles.

“I know Mia.” He groans out.

You shake your head, “Your brother is back with the milk and popsicle.” You grab his plate and transfer his food to your plate and serve him some of the non spicy chilaquiles.

“I don’t know who got you mad while making that sauce but a warning next time babe.”

“Jack, she makes two batches every time she cooks because she knows you don’t do well with spicy, so stop being so demanding.” Maggie tells him.

You smile at that, “He’s just dramatic. Plus, it’s a Mexican saying, when the salsa comes out spicy, we say that.”

“And we did tell him grandma. He just doesn’t listen, just like Ezequiel.”

“I do nothing.” Ez grumpily replies, he always wakes up in a mood.

Jack finally sits back down and he tries switching his plate with yours. “Do you want to die? I already got yours onto my plate.”

Jack's eyes go wide, “Oh my god, that would’ve been bad.” He takes a bite from his food. “Oh yeah, these are definitely the ones with tomato sauce.”

“You’re so weak man.” Dru laughs from his seat.

“All of you have so much to say when none of you even have the spicy one.”

“I got the spicy one and it’s bomb, a little hot, but it’s good Y/N.”

“Thank you Urb.” You reply.

You all continue eating and enjoying your Sunday afternoon. Sharing stories and laughing, even when Druski keeps picking on Jack and his mom.

“Did you add hot sauce on top of your eggs?” Jack asks you after a while.

“Huh?” You turn to look at him and see him halfway with the fork in his mouth. “WAIT.”

It was too late, he ate the egg but he immediately spat it out and started coughing.

“Who adds hot sauce on their eggs?” Jack coughs.

“I do.” You tell him.

“Shit not again.” He jumps out of his seat.

“Daddy, naughty word.” Mia yells out from her spot on the swing.

“Yeah yeah, you’ll be rich because my mouth is fucking burning, shit.” He replies and runs inside the kitchen, probably for some milk and ice.

You shake your head, “Never ending story with my husband.”

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[stevesbanana]

Steve Head-cannons~

Listen we all need some spiritual healing, and what better way to heal than to read about our adorable man-child🩵

PSA: A couple 18+ head-cannons will be at the end ;)

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Say what you want but this man is the epitome of the you fell first but he fell harder trope.

Love language is physical touch. Tell me I’m wrong, I’ll wait.

Consent, consent, consent.

His neck kisses have spiritual healing ❤️‍🩹

Will act heroic to kill a bug for you but screams with you when they start running.

Steve pinching your ass and saying “don’t look at me like that” when you turn around.

Steve always being the driver.

Buys you a cake after taking your first shit at his place

Definitely calls you honey, fight me.

Need your back cracked? He can do it, he’ll tell you to cross your arms, take a deep breath and lift you.

Walk him like a dog? Oh you do.

He for sure asks for a kids menu with crayons at the restaurant to play tic tac toe with you.

He’s the type of guy to say: “whoopsie daisy” when dropping something, for dustin to turn and say: “I’m sorry what?”

*Grabs you by your waist and sits you in his lap*

He definitely hit his ankles with his scooter an ungodly amount of times and never learned.

Back to epitomes- Steve🤝🏻sleeper build

Oh he definitely grabs your neck to kiss you.

Will shut you up with a kiss.

Tells Robin his back hurts at work from giving you a piggyback ride the night before, only to do it again if you ask.

Constantly analyzing you and knows if you’re not okay. (It’s sad to say he probably does it to protect himself cause he’s definitely scared you’ll eventually leave him)

Other head-cannons

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Walking through your home door and Billy smacking your ass out of nowhere saying: “I’ve been holding out alll evening”

Steve and Billy are best friends okay, they relate to each other cause they both had asshole phases in high school.

Eddie calling you ‘noodle head’ if you have curly or wavy hair

Billy asking what you want at McDonald’s only to turn around and order 3 Big Macs

Steve buying a speak and spell, and Billy calls it stupid. Only to turn around and buy one for himself.

Billy picking you up by your ankles and shaking you to get you out of your depressive state.

You and Billy going back and forth like Jess and Nick’s ‘weird’ contest on New Girl.

Billy and Steve’s dynamic is literally Schmidt and Nick on New Girl

Billy is the type of guy to have a Budweiser shirt, but turn around and say “I like Heineken better”

Billy randomly barking at men that look at you and you turn to see his mouth foaming.

Billy being a good cook.

Eddie not being able to cook for shit. Scratch that, he couldn’t even cook shit. He’s linguini from ratatouille when he was throwing a bunch of shit in the soup.

18+ Head-cannons (MINORS DNI! BEGONE!!)

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I warned you

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You can not sit there and tell me he’s not a missionary guy. He is, he also like you on top.

Consent King Steve

If Stranger Things took place in modern times, he’d for sure be the guy that pulls his phone out to play Clash of Clans after rearranging your insides.

You’ve definitely tango’d in the BMW

Doesn’t strike me as the type to tie you up, wants to feel your hands on him 😏

Girthy king 👑

We all know he’d moan if you pulled his hair handle.

Hates being teased but lOvEs teasing you #hypocrite

The type of guy to finish and then start round two when he sees you put his shirt on.

We all know how he feels about boobs.

Definitely into thigh riding. It’s over for you once you say you like his thighs. (He’d definitely look at you and pat his lap 😩🙈)

We love a whimpering man (don’t look at me like that you know he does)

The type of man to just smirk if you suggest it’s small.

Extra: Billy’s the type of guy to fill you up and then go to McDonald’s for 40 nuggets- just for him.

Extra: Eddie definitely comes home, lays on your chest, and talks to your boobs his girls.

[seitmai]

I love Anna and Bob and therefore as always have a lot to say about them lol

"I like everything," she told him, wishing she could just kiss him like she wanted to. "I can make them fancy with some cheese," he said with a cute little grin. "Maybe tomorrow if we get up earlier, I can do omelettes." Anna wasn't going to make it. How was she supposed to just be here with Bob and not touch him? He knew about Kevin, and he was still being so lovely, she wanted to scream. "That sounds great," she whispered. "But you have to let me do the dishes later."

They are already blissfully domestic together🥰

"Girl. Do I even want to know why you're staying with Bob?" Anna sighed as she looked out the window at the neighboring houses as Jessica started to drive. "Kevin's in town, and he bruised my arm, and he tracked me down at work, and then he also knows where I live. But Bob pushed him against the wall, and I thought he was going to punch him, and then he insisted I come stay with him where it's more secure, and now I'm going to figure out how to get my manuscript." Jessica swerved slightly. "What?!" Anna laughed softly. "It's all good." And she honestly believed it was. For now. 

This part is just so good!! From Jessica being noisy, Anna telling the actually horrible reason but so nonchalantly and Jessica swerving the car because of it, finished by Anna just being happy and giggly. Perfection.

Nat responded seamlessly to Bob's commands, immediately dipping down below the horizon to get Javy on missile lock. Bob loved these kinds of drills, because he was always the fastest WSO to catch on to the training schemes. And Nat always followed his instructions, making her the fastest pilot to respond.

Team work makes the dream work 🤝🏻

It didn't really matter though. He wouldn't touch her without permission. As Nat soard past Javy, Bob made a face. Clearly he wasn't opposed to accepting Anna's touches though.

I feel like Bob is lowkey touch starved (and so is probably Anna), but it's not just out of love and respect for Anna, but also because he treasures the touches by her and that's a reason why he thinks about them so much 🥺

She narrowed her eyes and added, "You have a look about you. Oh my god! You got laid again! Don't tell me it was Anna."

Nat, get a grip and leave poor Bob alone with Anna!

"Hmm, I know I can't," she said with a smirk. "Go ahead and keep your secrets," she murmured before running off to harass Bradley.

Still on my academic lover for Nat agenda!! Nat really needs to get laid when she is just switching between harassing Bob and Bradley haha (I volunteer)

I can try to make you another perfect lunch tomorrow. And if you decide you want to share my bed again and have another particularly good dream tonight, you should tell me about it as soon as you wake up. Before you get out of bed. 

"Man, what is with you?," Mickey asked as Bob wandered all the way to the other end of the lounge, running his fingers through his hair. "Almost nothing can distract you from D&D." "It's Anna," he said quietly, his heart doing cartwheels in his chest."Yep, that'll do it then," Mickey muttered. "As soon as she gets divorced, you better propose."

Ahahah love Mickey, he's not wrong though 🤷🏻‍♀️

She wasn't starving for dinner at 5:00 like she usually was, but the closer Jessica got to Bob's house, the more excited Anna got."Do you know what time he usually gets home? Does Jake get home at the same time every day?"

That's the cutest shit ever how excited she gets 🥰

"Make good choices when it comes to Bob!" Jessica shouted as she rolled down the window. "And when it comes to Kevin, too! You know what? Just make good choices in general!"

Hahahaha you just have to love Jessica

This is what she wanted, and she would make herself better and better until Bob deemed her good enough for him. If that's what it took, she would figure out a way to do it.

I just wanna grab Anna by her shoulder and shake her so she finally gets that she's already perfect for Bob!

It was made out of sheer lace, and he immediately wondered if he'd be able to see her freckles through the fabric.

I love that he loves the details🥰

It seemed like he'd done well for himself with all of Anna's money, and Bob just fucking hated him. 

You and me both buddy, you and me both 😤

Bob studied her pretty face and her messy braid. "Should I get in bed and wait for you?" She nodded and bit her lip before scampering out of his room toward the bathroom.

🥰🥰🥰

Her lips brushed his one last time before she settled in with her cheek resting on his chest, and soon she was asleep while Bob held her, wondering if there was some way he could help her get her manuscript so she could finally leave Kevin behind.

I'm dying at how cute they are 🥰

Anna hummed and licked some mustard from her lip. "Define sleeping together." "Fucking!" Jessica hissed. "Are you fucking?" "No. But we are sleeping together," she replied with a smile. "What does that mean?!" "I think it means they are literally sleeping together," Advanced Calculus said as she dipped a carrot stick into the spicy hummus Bradley made. "Beer Boy said Bob looks like he won the lottery every morning, so I would assume that's why. And I would also assume that they are making out. Maybe a little under the clothing action going on?"

Ahahah I love how they are both so invested in whats going on between Anna and Bob, they are rooting for the

"Your manuscript!" both women gasped in unison.

I love how they are on Anna's side and her biggest cheerleaders, she needs and deserves friends like that!

"A surplus of men in uniforms," she said, running her finger down his sleeve and along his name tag. "I didn't know how much I'd like these things." Bob was blushing as she kissed his cheek. "But I liked you way before I knew you were in the Navy." 

🥰🥰🥰

She was thinking of him as Sky Writing as he turned and kissed her, and once again, they ended the evening in his bed. And this time, there was a lot more touching under their clothing.

A LOT MORE TOUCHING UNDER THEIR CLOTHING!!!

"You love poetry," he told her as he ran his thumb along the back of her hand. "I love some poetry," she whispered. "I love your poetry."

I want to squish them because they are so cute🥰

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "I'm thinking about Anna. I can't stop thinking about her," he muttered. "She's... probably already in bed, and being there with her as we fall asleep together is kind of my new favorite thing."

She was literally the worst liar in existence. She was even worse than Bob. He was trying not to laugh as everyone nodded sympathetically at her as they started to pack up. "Thanks," he murmured, and she just winked at him as she adjusted her glasses. "No problem. Go home and snuggle."

Full physical effort on Jessica's part for all the right reasons (snuggling)

He nodded and watched her wide eyes as she realized he was stroking himself. "I wanted to come back home as soon as I left. I wanted to be with you. And now I want to fuck you."

GO GET IT BOB!!! I love bold Bob👏🏻🥳

Covering the Classics Part 15 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Anna felt safe at Bob's house. A few days there, and she was sleeping and eating better than she had in years. It all felt so easy. But for Bob, her presence was both a balm and a temptation that he didn't know how to handle.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, bruises on Anna's arm, adult language, masturbation, 18+

Length: 6200 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

Covering the Classics masterlist. Check my masterlist for more!

On Wednesday morning, Anna woke up in some sort of warm cocoon. She didn't feel the drafty air on her face like she usually did when she slept on her mattress on the floor. She felt like she was being absorbed by some sort of soft, fancy bedding, and her pillow was moving slightly beneath her.

"Anna. We have to get ready for work."

She knew that voice intimately. It was sweet and sincere but laced with a bit of sleepiness she'd never witnessed before. She felt goosebumps on the back of her neck as she realized she must still be asleep and dreaming of Bob.

"Not yet," she mumbled. "I'm having a good dream."

Her pillow moved a little more as she tried her hardest to cling to the last threads of sleep. She didn't want to have to get up and leave this warmth behind. Especially not to go to work where Kevin could easily find her and make her life hell again.

"We have to get up."

Anna groaned and opened her eyes, and she instantly realized she wasn't in her bed, nor was she alone. She jolted, fingers grasping along what she thought was her pillow when in fact it was Bob's chest. With her hands braced on his shoulders, she tried to push herself off of him, and that's when she noticed he was smiling softly.

"What were you dreaming about?"

How was she supposed to answer that question? She was curled up on his chest, warmer and more comfortable than she ever remembered being in her life, and of course she'd been dreaming about him. It wasn't until that moment that she remembered why she was here, and then the smile that was forming on her own lips slipped away.

"We should get ready for work," she whispered, scrambling out of his bed. When she grabbed some clean clothes and headed for the bathroom, she glanced back at him with his hands propped behind his head, his eyes following her every move. 

Was she insane? She should have insisted on sleeping in the other room. The problem was that she wanted Bob so badly, and even though he knew everything now, she didn't want to hurt him. She could deal with hurting herself, but not him again. But all she was going to be able to think about for the rest of the day was snuggling with him, and then she was going to have to come back here again tonight. He would probably insist on that.

She got ready as quickly as she could, changing into her work outfit while she was in the bathroom and then braiding her hair. When she opened the door, Bob was standing there in his flight suit with the sleeves tied at the waist, making her heart skip around in her chest. His unshaven face and messy hair had her practically panting, dying to reach out for him. And then his eyes trailed down to the bruises on her arm, reminding her that she would need to wear her cardigan again all day.

"I'll make breakfast," he promised. "Just give me a couple minutes to shave."

"Okay."

She took some time to separate out her dirty laundry, knowing she would need to take care of that later, and then she went downstairs. She started poking around in the refrigerator, trying to see if there was something she could start making so he didn't have to do it. Then Bob was there again, right behind her. When she looked at him, his soft hair was perfect, and his face was smooth.

"Do you like scrambled eggs?" he asked, looking past her into the refrigerator.

"I like everything," she told him, wishing she could just kiss him like she wanted to. 

"I can make them fancy with some cheese," he said with a cute little grin. "Maybe tomorrow if we get up earlier, I can do omelettes."

Anna wasn't going to make it. How was she supposed to just be here with Bob and not touch him? He knew about Kevin, and he was still being so lovely, she wanted to scream. "That sounds great," she whispered. "But you have to let me do the dishes later."

He agreed, and soon Anna was eating a hot breakfast, something she hadn't had in a very long time. And that wasn't all, because after she took the dishes to the sink, Bob insisted on packing her a lunch. In his own khaki green lunchbox that said TOP GUN BOB on it and had a velcro enclosure at the top. When he went to hand it to her, she threw her arms around his neck.

"Thank you," she breathed, inhaling his scent and remembering how warm he kept her all night.

He chuckled and said, "It's nothing special. Jess should be here soon to pick you up. Will you... text me if Kevin shows up?"

Anna wanted to ask him what he would do about it if Kevin did in fact show up, but she simply promised him that she would let him know. Then Jess pulled up, and Bob handed her his spare house key which was on a twenty sided die keychain. She smiled down at her palm before looking up at him. "Have a good day, Bob." 

"I'll pick you up later if Jess doesn't bring you back here first."

She nodded, took one last look at him in his flight suit, and then ran out to Jessica's car at the curb with her work bag and lunch. "Good morning," Anna sang in a cheery voice, making her friend laugh. 

"Girl. Do I even want to know why you're staying with Bob?"

Anna sighed as she looked out the window at the neighboring houses as Jessica started to drive. "Kevin's in town, and he bruised my arm, and he tracked me down at work, and then he also knows where I live. But Bob pushed him against the wall, and I thought he was going to punch him, and then he insisted I come stay with him where it's more secure, and now I'm going to figure out how to get my manuscript."

Jessica swerved slightly. "What?!"

Anna laughed softly. "It's all good." And she honestly believed it was. For now. 

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"Tally! Coyote at five o'clock low!" 

Nat responded seamlessly to Bob's commands, immediately dipping down below the horizon to get Javy on missile lock. Bob loved these kinds of drills, because he was always the fastest WSO to catch on to the training schemes. And Nat always followed his instructions, making her the fastest pilot to respond. 

Honestly, he felt like he was on cloud nine right now. Waking up to Anna's body draped across his and her cheek resting over his heart was almost too good to be true. He didn't move for twenty minutes while she continued to doze, rather he used the time to count her freckles in the soft, early morning light. He could have gladly stayed there all day, and he thought she would have as well. However, she did seem a little startled when she woke up fully, but when he handed her the lunch he packed, she was back in his arms one last time.

It didn't really matter though. He wouldn't touch her without permission. As Nat soard past Javy, Bob made a face. Clearly he wasn't opposed to accepting Anna's touches though. He just wished this whole scenario made more sense to him. Clearly Anna and Kevin were over. She told him as much before, but now Bob had seen it with his own eyes. He was absolutely disgusted by the way Kevin yelled at her, but it just made him want her more. And the fact that Anna wanted to keep fighting made him feel like he needed her.

"Bob! High or low?" Nat shouted, and he had to scramble to locate Javy again. 

"High! Eight o'clock high, Phoenix!"

With one swift maneuver, she took him out, and when they landed, she wrapped him up in a hug. "You're unbeatable today. Nobody else stood a chance." She narrowed her eyes and added, "You have a look about you. Oh my god! You got laid again! Don't tell me it was Anna."

She looked both delighted and terrified, and Bob just rolled his eyes. "Can't I look happy without getting laid?"

"Hmm, I know I can't," she said with a smirk. "Go ahead and keep your secrets," she murmured before running off to harass Bradley.

As Bob started walking back to the lounge, he dug his phone out of his helmet bag and almost tripped when he saw that Anna sent him a selfie of her eating lunch an hour ago. She was all smiles with the sandwich he made in her hand, and his heart thudded in his chest as he read the text accompanying it.

Anna Webber: Thanks for making me the perfect lunch. And you know that particularly good dream I had last night? It was about you.

"Fuck," he whispered, feeling even more exhilarated by his text thread than he did from being in the air. He dropped his bag at his feet on the tarmac and quickly typed back to her. 

I can try to make you another perfect lunch tomorrow. And if you decide you want to share my bed again and have another particularly good dream tonight, you should tell me about it as soon as you wake up. Before you get out of bed. 

He hit send. He had nothing to lose. Kevin could eat shit for all he cared. He would have pounded him into the wall if Anna didn't stop him. Not that he wanted to resort to violence himself. He just couldn't stand it when Anna was in tears getting screamed at.

"You coming, man?" Mickey asked, waving his hand in front of Bob's face. "I have something so cool I want to show you for our campaign. Jess will probably hate it, but I think it's great."

Bob followed him to the lounge, but he kept his phone in his hand just in case Anna wrote back, and when she did, he stood up and completely ignored Mickey's rambling. 

Jess said she can drive me back to your house since we're both done at 4:30 today. And if you're going to keep insisting I sleep in your bed, then I'm going to keep insisting we share it. Besides, I always feel better when you're around.

"Man, what is with you?," Mickey asked as Bob wandered all the way to the other end of the lounge, running his fingers through his hair. "Almost nothing can distract you from D&D."

"It's Anna," he said quietly, his heart doing cartwheels in his chest.

"Yep, that'll do it then," Mickey muttered. "As soon as she gets divorced, you better propose."

Bob knew his friend was teasing him, but the thought alone left him staring out the window, imagining all of her books in his house and sharing a bed forever.

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Anna felt so good, it was incredible. She had a delicious sandwich for lunch, complete with ham, swiss cheese and some sort of fancy multi-grain bread with spicy mustard. And that wasn't even it, because Bob also made her a little container of fruit salad. He packed peanuts and ginger ale too. She wasn't starving for dinner at 5:00 like she usually was, but the closer Jessica got to Bob's house, the more excited Anna got.

"Do you know what time he usually gets home? Does Jake get home at the same time every day?"

"Hmm, well the weather's good, so I'm sure they didn't get out early," Jessica replied. "Bob usually stops in the locker room to shower and change out of his flight suit on days when they are in the air, so I would guess he would be home just before six?"

"Okay," Anna said, trying to calm her excitement. While her students took their quiz earlier, she had some time to ponder and also daydream. According to the conference for the National Neurological Physicians Association, Kevin would probably be in town through Tuesday. She knew well enough now to know that whatever she planned on doing next, she would have to share it with Bob. The very subject of her daydreams. The cozy man she snuggled up with all night. She wanted to cook him dinner, but she needed to get to his house early enough to surprise him.

When Jessica stopped to drop her off, Anna hugged her quickly before picking up her bag and heading up the walkway with the spare key in her hand. "Make good choices when it comes to Bob!" Jessica shouted as she rolled down the window. "And when it comes to Kevin, too! You know what? Just make good choices in general!"

Anna waved as she unlocked the front door and ducked inside, locking it behind her immediately just as Bob had instructed. She had less than an hour to get something started for dinner, so she tossed her bag aside and ran for the refrigerator. He had everything. More groceries than she'd seen in months. Fresh vegetables and fruit and different kinds of cheese. Everything.

She found a pack of ground beef, a jar of tomato sauce and some spaghetti. It wasn't going to be the fanciest thing in the world, but she had time to make it. While the water boiled, she ran upstairs to get her laundry and brought it down. The small laundry room was near the kitchen, so she was able to start browning the meat and check on it while she loaded the washing machine.

Anna was running back and forth when she saw Bob's truck pull up through the front window. "Shit," she groaned. He was a little earlier than she thought he would be. She stuffed the rest of her clothes inside and then turned to lean back against the washing machine while Bob walked inside.

"Anna?" he called out, and her heart skipped a beat. What if this kind of thing could be normal for her? She could save up enough money to buy her own car again, and she could come back to Bob's house after work and wait for him to get home. They could eat dinner together.

"I'm doing laundry!" she called out, and a few seconds later, he was in front of her, leaning into the room while he held both sides of the doorframe. He was wearing snug, black gym shorts, sneakers and a white undershirt, and he smelled clean like soap. His biceps flexed as he held on and smiled at her.

"Are you cooking dinner?" he asked, cheeks a little pink as he let go of the doorway and stepped inside. When she nodded, he said, "You didn't have to do that."

Before she could stop herself, her hand found the front of his shirt, and his eyes went wide. "I wanted to," she whispered, bunching the cotton fabric against her palm and tugging slightly. Bob closed the distance between them, bracing his hands on the washing machine on either side of her. He was big and warm, and she knew she needed to be the one to make the next move to get his body touching hers.

Anna let her hand trail up his abs to his chest and around the back of his neck, his cheeks deepening in color with each inch, but he didn't move away. Then she pushed up onto her toes and kissed him, her lips barely brushing his. The front of his body met hers, pressing her butt back against the washing machine. He felt strong and solid, and the slippery fabric of his shorts met her other hand as both of his went to her hips. This is what she wanted, and she would make herself better and better until Bob deemed her good enough for him. If that's what it took, she would figure out a way to do it.

When she pulled away slightly after a few seconds, Bob's lips followed hers until she was treated to a kiss that was a little needier. A little bit rough around the edges. She gasped his name as she inhaled the smell of his clean skin, and then she said, "Oh, shit. Dinner."

As soon as she ducked out of his grasp, Bob let her run from the room toward the kitchen. She grabbed the spatula and checked to make sure the ground beef hadn't burned, and he was right behind her. 

"I'm trying to make you spaghetti," she told him, reaching for the jar of sauce which she struggled to open. "But I guess I could use your help." She wanted his lips back on hers, but she didn't want to rush anything, so she simply handed the jar over to him when he held out his hand. With one quick twist of his wrist, the lid popped. "Show off," she muttered, earning a laugh as she dumped the sauce into a pan. "There should be enough for Suzanne, too. If you want to invite her over."

Bob just looked at her with a smile. "That's sweet. I'll take a plate over to her. I think I'd rather it just be the two of us here tonight."

"Okay," she told him. Being alone with Bob right now was definitely something she could get used to.

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It had been so long since anyone else cooked for Bob, so this was a welcome surprise. Anna was just moving her clothing to the dryer when the timer went off for the pasta. "I'll take care of it," he said, just as she hung up a particularly intriguing looking black bra in his laundry room to let it dry. It was made out of sheer lace, and he immediately wondered if he'd be able to see her freckles through the fabric.

One kiss. It was just one kiss, and he was already dizzy over her again. But it was more than just the kiss. It was also her hand pulling him closer and the way she whispered his name. Bob dragged himself from his thoughts and plated the food she had cooked. He set everything on the table along with ginger ales, and when he went to get her from the laundry room, he saw that the bra had some matching panties with it now.

"Food's ready," he said, voice coming out even deeper than usual. 

Anna followed him to the table and took the seat across from him. "You know, I'm sure it's fine if you want me out of your space. I highly doubt Kevin is going to come looking for me again, especially after you scared him off yesterday."

Bob gripped his fork a little tighter. "I can't make you stay here. But I want you to. I want to know you're safe."

Her brown eyes were soft as she picked up her own fork. "Okay," she said softly.

"Okay," he replied, already feeling better again. 

Dinner was pretty quiet, just a simple exchange of what happened to both of them that day at work. When he asked if she'd heard from Kevin at all, she assured him she had not. Then he asked if she knew how long she thought he would be in California.

"Yeah," she told him as she collected the dirty dishes from the table. She unlocked her phone and set it down in front of him. "He's giving a closing speech on Tuesday morning, so he's probably heading back to New Jersey later that day." Bob looked at the tab she had opened and saw Kevin's name listed under a few events for each day, including a three hour dinner reception on Sunday evening. He was a busy man. It seemed like he'd done well for himself with all of Anna's money, and Bob just fucking hated him. 

He set her phone aside. "I'll feel better when there's some more distance between you and him."

A cute little smile found her lips as she took the dishes away. Bob let her clean up, but he couldn't stop walking past the laundry room and looking inside. Even after she sat down to correct quizzes while he took some food over to Suzanne, the lacy set was still hanging in there. Even after Anna folded her laundry and started organizing it in neat piles on top of Bob's bedroom dresser, he knew those two pieces weren't with the rest.

He would have kept thinking about it, but then Anna yawned and turned to look at him. "I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm either sleeping in here with you again, or I'm sleeping in the other bedroom."

Bob studied her pretty face and her messy braid. "Should I get in bed and wait for you?" She nodded and bit her lip before scampering out of his room toward the bathroom. Then he had to change for bed while she showered, and he started getting hard as soon as he touched the elastic band of his boxer briefs. Anna and all of her things were all over his house, and she'd only been here for a little more than a day.

When he looked down at his flat abs and saw his cock bobbing to attention, he didn't think he was going to have time to jerk off. "No, no, no," he whispered. He tossed his gym shorts into his hamper and tried to walk it off, but it was no use. He felt like a teenager as he dove into bed as soon as he heard her turn the shower off. With his eyes squeezed closed, he lay there on his back under the covers, trying to think about something unsexy. Doing push ups, going to the dentist, buying bulk cat food at Costco for Suzanne. 

He was working up a mental image of Mickey throwing up in the Hard Deck parking lot when Anna breezed back into his bedroom with damp hair and a white tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Not that he couldn't vividly recall her naked body beneath his. And the sounds she made when he fucked her. Bob tossed his glasses onto his nightstand with a groan, hoping that if he couldn't see how cute she looked in those ugly flannel pants, maybe he would get soft again. 

But that didn't happen, and a few seconds later, Anna was slipping into bed with him just like last night. And then she linked her fingers with his again. When he turned off the lamp, she curled up next to him, and his fingers brushed against her bare skin. Her knee nudged along the top of his thigh; a few more inches and she was going to be able to feel him.

"Good night," she whispered into the darkness, and he could tell her face was near his. 

When he turned his head toward her and whispered, "Good night," she surprised him with a kiss. One that lingered. Her body was halfway on top of his, fingers combing lazily through his hair, and there was no way she couldn't feel how his cock was pressing shamelessly against her leg. When she didn't stop kissing him, he brought his hand up to rest on her back. She treated him to kiss after kiss, but she didn't take it any further. That was okay with him; this was more than enough.

Her lips brushed his one last time before she settled in with her cheek resting on his chest, and soon she was asleep while Bob held her, wondering if there was some way he could help her get her manuscript so she could finally leave Kevin behind.

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As the week wore on, Anna spent her free moments thinking about Bob and also trying to figure out if there was a way to defeat Kevin. She wanted access to her writing, because she wanted to move on with her life. However, she was starting to come around to the idea of just letting Kevin have it so she could have Bob. She was still bleeding money to her lawyers, and even though she was staying at Bob's place, she still had to pay the astronomically high rent to her landlord, too.

If she had to still be married to Kevin, then there had to be some sort of benefit to it. On Friday at lunchtime, she was thinking about it while she sat between her friends and ate the beautiful sandwich that Bob packed for her. She could tell both of them wanted more information than she'd been sharing about her week at Bob's house. Jessica was practically vibrating every day on the drive to campus, but Anna knew she didn't want to pry.

But it was her other friend who said, "That's another nice looking sandwich you have today. It looks like Bob has been spoiling you."

"He sure has," Anna said with a dreamy sigh.

"Does that mean you're sleeping together?!" Jessica asked, her voice getting an octave higher at the end of the sentence.

Anna hummed and licked some mustard from her lip. "Define sleeping together."

"Fucking!" Jessica hissed. "Are you fucking?"

"No. But we are sleeping together," she replied with a smile.

"What does that mean?!"

"I think it means they are literally sleeping together," Advanced Calculus said as she dipped a carrot stick into the spicy hummus Bradley made. "Beer Boy said Bob looks like he won the lottery every morning, so I would assume that's why. And I would also assume that they are making out. Maybe a little under the clothing action going on?"

Anna was blushing furiously as her friend casually bit into the carrot stick, and Jessica nearly fell off the bench. "That's um.... well maybe just a tiny bit of the under the clothing part, but the rest is pretty accurate."

"Okay," Jessica said while slapping her own thigh. "You could have told me this when I drove you in every day this week! And I hope you know Bob loves you."

Anna smiled. She felt more confident than she had in years. She finally felt like she could let go of the one thing she thought she needed, because she found other things and other people that made a difference in her life. "That's convenient, because I'm in love with him, too. And I think... once I know Kevin is back in New Jersey and won't try to corner me again... I think I'm going to just finalize the divorce as is."

"Your manuscript!" both women gasped in unison.

Anna nodded. "I know, but I think I need to let go of it and just move on."

Neither of her friends mentioned it again after that, for which she was grateful. After she gave her afternoon lectures and started to pack up for the weekend, she got a text from Bob.

Bob Floyd: I'm on my way to pick you up. Pizza for dinner?

She wrote back and told him that was fine as long as he let her pay for it, and thirty minutes later, there was a soft knock on her office door. "It's Bob," he told her, and she threw the door open and pulled him inside by his khaki collar. 

He didn't hesitate or try to stop her as she kissed him with both hands in his hair before she whispered, "Hi, Bob."

He was all smiles after that, and his hand was at her lower back as she locked the door behind them and headed toward the elevator. He pulled her a little closer as she told him about her day and thanked him for making her lunch. 

"So I'll pay for the pizza. Did you order it already?"

"Yep," he replied as they held hands in the elevator. "It'll be ready in ten minutes."

But when they got there, she realized Bob had already put it on his credit card. "You're impossible," she told him as she shoved five bucks into the tip jar.

"I'm not going to apologize for buying us a pizza," he said casually, and it turned out to be one of the best pizzas Anna had ever had in her life.

They sat side by side on the couch with paper plates and napkins while they watched Pride & Prejudice. "New Jersey is supposed to have good pizza," she whispered in awe.

Bob just shrugged and said, "I think southern California might be superior."

"In every way," Anna whispered before she finished her crust. She loved it here. She loved her friends and her job. She loved Bob. She knew what she had to do now, and she knew it would be okay. "You know what else southern California has?"

"Enlighten me," he said as he wiped his hands with his napkin.

"A surplus of men in uniforms," she said, running her finger down his sleeve and along his name tag. "I didn't know how much I'd like these things." Bob was blushing as she kissed his cheek. "But I liked you way before I knew you were in the Navy." 

She was thinking of him as Sky Writing as he turned and kissed her, and once again, they ended the evening in his bed. And this time, there was a lot more touching under their clothing.

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Bob looked at Anna as she moaned in delight while she ate the soup he made for dinner on Saturday. It was pouring rain, and he didn't feel like going out to play Dungeons & Dragons. He wanted to stay inside where it was warm. Where Anna would end up in his arms after they cleaned up the kitchen.

"What time do you have to leave?" she asked him, and he thought he saw a little flash of sadness on her face. 

"In about a half an hour." He took the chance and added, "I don't have to go. I could stay here."

"No! Mickey and Jess will be devastated! She told me so much about her Barbarian on the drive to work yesterday, she'll never get over it if you skip tonight. Besides, I have something I can do to keep myself busy."

"Alright," Bob agreed. "But I probably won't be home before eleven, so you don't have to wait up."

He helped wash the dishes and went to search for the umbrella he hardly ever had to take out with him. He packed up his dice and character sheet and put his shoes on. When he found Anna again, she was curled up on the couch with one of his books. 

"You love poetry," he told her as he ran his thumb along the back of her hand. 

"I love some poetry," she whispered. "I love your poetry."

He wanted her to say she loved him. He thought she did. Everything was moving along now, but Kevin was still in California, and Bob wasn't sure exactly how to go about all of the details with Anna. So he simply said, "I'll be back in a little bit. Keep all the doors locked? Call me if you need me?"

"I will."

He took one last look at her freckles and her big, brown eyes, and then he ventured out into the wet night. He offered to pick Jessica up since she'd been driving Anna around all week, but she said she'd drive herself there. He was surprised she didn't want to pump him for all of the information related to him and Anna, but perhaps Anna had already told her? The idea of that made him a little warm. He wondered what she might have said. Obviously they had already had sex last month, but this time it felt exactly right when they touched and kissed each other.

God, Bob really hated Kevin. The bruises on Anna's arm were finally fading to yellow. And she didn't seem as worried now. It was obvious that she was comfortable in his house, and he wanted her there. He didn't know how he was going to make it through several hours of this campaign tonight when she was all snuggled up on his couch.

When he arrived and got ready to play, he thought maybe she had moved to his bed by now. He could picture her in those ugly pants, her nipples peaked against her cotton tank top. Her red hair impossibly dark. 

"I said you need to roll for initiative."

Bob looked up and quickly picked up his twenty sided die. He was distracted and rolling like shit tonight, and he kept relying on everyone else to bail him out of each round of fighting. He could barely even pay attention to the story, and that was usually his favorite part. Jessica had to keep poking him in the side when he was supposed to take his turn.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "I'm thinking about Anna. I can't stop thinking about her," he muttered. "She's... probably already in bed, and being there with her as we fall asleep together is kind of my new favorite thing."

Jessica cleared her throat and loudly announced. "My stomach hurts. So bad. Can we stop a little early tonight?" 

She was literally the worst liar in existence. She was even worse than Bob. He was trying not to laugh as everyone nodded sympathetically at her as they started to pack up. "Thanks," he murmured, and she just winked at him as she adjusted her glasses.

"No problem. Go home and snuggle."

He drove carefully back home in the rain until he was passing through the deserted streets of his neighborhood. He parked right in front of Suzanne's car like he always did, and he killed the engine. Maybe he should just tell Anna how he felt, although he was sure she already knew. He didn't exactly need to hear the words back, but he wanted them to be out there. He didn't even need a title on whatever their relationship was, but he didn't want it to be nothing either.

Quickly, he dashed through the rain, shooed Sylvester inside his neighbor's front door before closing it, and then he unlocked his own door. The living room was dark unlike earlier, and at first he didn't hear anything.

"Anna?" he called out softly as the hairs at the back of his neck stood on end. He froze when he realized he heard a voice coming from upstairs. Halfway up the steps, he realized it was her, and she sounded distraught. "Anna," he gasped, taking the steps two at a time until he was standing on the top landing.

She was definitely in his bedroom, and he almost tripped as he lunged for the door, pushing it open just in time to hear her moan his name.

Bob's jaw dropped open at the sight before him. Anna was spread out on the middle of his bed, red hair all over the place, and she was wearing nothing but that black bra and panty set he hadn't been able to stop thinking about. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight, hand tucked in the front of her underwear as she stroked her clit and turned her face until it was buried in his pillow. He watched her inhale deeply as his hand rested on his hard cock which was pressing against the fly of his jeans.

"Fuck," she grunted after thrashing around a little bit in his bed. She still hadn't seen him yet, but his gaze was fixed firmly on her body. "Fuck me, Bob," she moaned, and he stumbled forward. "Oh, god. I want you!"

Her back arched slightly off the bed as he took another step closer, unzipping his pants. He no longer had to wonder if he'd be able to see her freckles through the sheer fabric. He definitely could, which made the little black set even sexier, but he also wanted her naked. He wanted to be inside her. He watched as she came on her own fingers. 

"Anna," he groaned as his hand met his length, and her eyes snapped open as she yanked her hand back out of her panties.

"Oh my god!" she practically shrieked, face flushing pink. "Bob! You're back early!"

He nodded and watched her wide eyes as she realized he was stroking himself. "I wanted to come back home as soon as I left. I wanted to be with you. And now I want to fuck you."

"Oh," she sighed, getting up so she was kneeling in the middle of his bed, licking her lips like his most depraved fantasy. Her hair was a mess, and her nipples were hard peaks as she nodded and came crawling toward him. Her breath ghosted along the tip of his cock as it hung out of his jeans. She looked up at his face, licked at his precum and said, "That's exactly what I want you to do."

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The Bag and the Box

We're back to me just sharing my micro comments about the episode, because why not 🤣

Beau calling the guy's car "his cherished baby" maybe went straight to my heart 🥺💘

Was that Jenny trying to make Beau jealous with the "you mean the car, right?"? Because I think it was 👀

Dean Winchester's "Murder. I'd murder 'em all. There'd be torture first. There'd be like, a lot of torture. And then there'd, it would end up with death." 🤝🏻 Beau Arlen's "Savages! Oh, that is a hanging offense."

The way this cop is flirting with Jenny and she's having none of it. I wonder why 🤔👀😏 And don't think I missed Beau's little smirk/smile when she shuts the guy down with the "I'm a tea drinker actually."

"Hoyt always gets her man. So to speak." Beau realizing she's got her manz' heart or........???? And her little flirty smile after he said that.....😉😘

"You are a mystery wrapped in an enigma." Considering he's the sheriff and his literal job is solving mysteries, I'm going to take this as a sign, she's the biggest mystery he has to solve 😌💕

"I don't date cops. At least not anymore." Or, is this Jenny creating an obstacle simply to protect her heart from getting broken again, because she knows there's something here? 🥺😌 And "Copy that." No, don't. Beau, I repeat, do NOT copy that.

"We still have a few secrets and mysteries up our sleeves." Beau trying to simultaneously flirt with and impress Jenny? Without even realizing he's doing it? More likely than you'd think 😌😏👀💕

Beau smiling so happily looking at Jenny after he got her laughing has my whole heart 🥺😍🥰💕

The way Beau jumped on that car, seriously risking himself, it just goes to show how he'll do anything to protect people 🥺💘 Which simultaneously makes me love him even more and be scared for him, because if something happens to him...... 😱 Beau Arlen must be protected at all costs 🥺💘

I like that Beau was just chilling there, in the middle of the road, and that calling Jenny was a priority before getting up 🤣 How's he so cute? 🥺💟

The scene of Beau and Jenny in her office is so cute, him being so hurt but still on the case, her teasing to lighten the mood, being impressed with him putting the lo-Jack on the car 💯👌🏻

The way Jenny kicked in the door because Beau was hurt has me on the floor bawling. They care about each other so much 🥺💕

"My daring ingenuity. And her smarts." The dream team 💟👑🏆🔥💯

Beau's excitment over the legendary baseball card is so adorable, as is the fact that he actually kept his deal? Let the old guy have one last peek 🥺

"So, really, you're never gonna date a cop again?" "Why, would it break your heart?" "Oh. You wish." His lips are saying "you wish", but the tiny cautious glance Beau takes at Jenny right before asking her about dating cops again and the fond way he looks at Jenny right before he says it is saying something else 😌💕👀

Jenny telling him & herself that she's never going to date a cop again to try to ignore her feelings for Beau 🤝🏻 Beau pretending that the thought of her never dating "a cop" again doesn't break his heart to try to ignore his feelings for Jenny

And believe you me, it does matter to Beau, because after his "copy that", not only did he bring it up w/ Pop at some point, he also asked Jenny again at the bar. Clearly, it's important to him, for Reasons™️ 👀😌😏💕

You guys know that meme like "we were dating, but it was a secret. And it was so secret that even we didn't know about it."? That's Beau and Jenny 🤣😘😏😎

Cormac's about to end up in the crossfire between Cassie and his parents, and I'm intrigued to see how that goes......... 🧐

Oof, Paige really working that reverse Stockholm Syndrome thing, and I like it. Very devious

Donno and Walter are my new BrOTP. Unhinged besties 🤗🔪

"And you've got that "I live in the woods." vibe." Donno is so iconic for this.

Something tells me Donno and Tonya's plan to retrieve the journal, to return it, might've changed a bit 👀 (they plan to find it and then make a run for it, don't they? 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏻‍♂️💨)

People excusing the way Emily is rude to Beau by saying she's just a moody teenager is so baffling, because actually, we see her with Carla and Avery and she's totally nice and happy? Maybe it's time to admit that Beau just deserves better than the way she treats him 😢

Not going to lie, Sunny and Buck killing team was not what I expected. I really thought it was going to be Sunny and Walter 🔪😱

Beau saying "Hoyt always gets her man", complimenting her smarts for helping them solve the case, her getting called pretty several times over the course of the episode. Love it when my girl Jenny's appreciated 💛😌