#sheriff beau arlen

[xoxomilesteller]

one time won’t hurt

professor!beau arlen x reader | MDNI

cw: protection p in v, teacher x student relationship, oral (f receiving), SUPER slight sub/dom dynamic, objectification of beau in glasses (lmao?), over stimulation, praising, squirting

not proofread and def has grammar mistakes!

wc: 2.9k

since you first saw him, you knew that this semester was going to be a good one.

this was your first year of college in a new town. you are from a small town back in georgia, but you got offered a full ride to a university down in texas for cheer.

obviously you took it.

you had signed up for a female sexual wellness class. at first, you weren’t going to, once you found out that the professor is male, but everyone else left good reviews about him on ratemyprofessor.

the second you saw mr. arlen, you were on a mission.

the way his shirts clung onto his arms, the thin material giving you a sneak peak of his back muscles, the beard with grey hairs at the chin, and lastly, his glasses.

he speaks with so much knowledge and experience. everything he says is educational, but how knowledgeable he is, makes it so damn sexual to you. it is always going to be sexual, given the course, but the way he lectures, he’s so normal about it. he is literally just teaching you. that is it.

you think what got you off more is the fact that he doesn’t know how hot he is. you’re not saying he’s innocent, but he genuinely thinks he’s too old and that a girl your age wouldn’t want him.

not that he was looking for that validation, he had never slept with a student, never will. he would never abuse his power and position of authority like that. but as soon as he saw you walk into his room on the first day, his dick has been out of control.

he found himself going to the university sports games, the ones you cheered at, to watch you in that short skirt.

he knows better. he knows that he knows better than to be looking at his own student that way, but it is hard to look into into your big doe eyes that just begged him to fuck you.

you’ve noticed it too. you noticed how whenever you decide to wear a skirt he has trouble ripping his eyes away from you, whenever you guys speak one on one, his face turns a faint pink blush.

so you’ve purposely failed a test, to get more one on one time with him during his office hours.

you’re seated in front of his desk, acting more stressed than you actually are, sighing and “anxiously” chewing on your lip as he grades papers on his desk.

he glances up at you, debating if he should help you or not. his eyes involuntarily pan down to your legs, noticing how your thighs are squeezed together so tightly under your tiny denim skirt.

he flexes his thigh to fight the hard on he’s getting and he straightens his tie. he decides to stay seated because it is a test, after all.

you start nibbling on your pen, staring at the last short response question: “what happens during a female orgasm?”

you know the answer, but you’d rather be shown the answer instead. so you respond with: “a lot.”

you clear your throat and stand up to hand him your paper, “all done,” you smile, “can i leave?”

he looks up at you over his glasses, “wait a bit, i'll let you correct silly mistakes”

”okay,” you shrug and sit on the edge of his desk

”i said wait, not to sit on my desk,” he chuckles, tilting his head down so you don’t see the faint blush appearing on his cheeks

”is it bothering you?” you look around at the empty classroom

it is bothering him. it’s making his mind race to endless scenarios of you on top of his desk as he settles his head in between your thighs, making you feel things he believes you’ve never felt before with just his tongue.

he stays quiet and makes a failed attempt at focusing on the task on hand.

he can’t focus. not when he can see you wiggling your hips on his desk, like you’re searching for something to grind on. he isn’t stupid, by the way you were clenching your thighs together earlier and now that you’re moving your hips, he knows you’re turned on by something, it’s his career. he knows when women are turned on, he knows if women are faking their orgasm, which they never do around him.

”mr. arlen, why’d you become a female sex wellness professor?” you turn back to look at him over your shoulder, seeing the knuckles of his right hand turn white when he grips his pen harder.

he keeps his eyes on your paper, pretending to look it over, ”does it matter?”

you keep your eyes on the crinkle on the frames of his glasses.

they’d definitely fog up during sex.

they’re definitely staying on.

”well i’m not doubting your knowledge, but you’re a man teaching about females’ sex health.”

he flips over your paper, his eyes landing on the last question, “and you think you’d do a better job than..” he glances up at you, meeting your eyes, “me?” he lifts up your paper and taps his thick index finger on the question, “you didn’t even give me a clear answer.”

”you didn’t ask for one, so i answered.”

he rubs his eyes under his glasses with the opposite hand, chuckling.

you need a reaction out of him. you turn around on his desk, so you don’t have to turn your head to look at him.

”did you feel like you weren’t getting the job done, needed further education on how to make a woman orgasm?”

you thought he’d snap, but he stays calm, just softly chuckling.

”’m not discussin’ that with you,” he hands you back your test paper, “redo that question, i know you’re smarter than that.”

”but i answered it correctly,” you sound slightly disappointed

“not in the way that i wanted,” he shakes his wrist so you can take the paper from his hand.

”well maybe if you taught better i’d actually know”

again, you do know. he’s amazing to learn from because he’s so hot.

but you wanted a reaction out of him. and you got it.

he stands up, you unconsciously unclench your thighs.

he grips the edge of his desk, leaning his upper half towards you, “when you were takin’ your test,” he lowly whispers, “your legs were crossed to the point it left marks on your skin. when you were turned around on my desk, you were movin’ your hips way too much,” he pauses and moves his hands so his thumbs lightly trace patterns on your knees, “and just now, that i stood up,” he leans in closer to whisper in your ear, “you widened your legs.”

his words send shivers down your spine.

he leans back, to look you in the eye, “you’re turned on by me”

you lick your lips, he watches your pink tongue glide over them, “yes,” is all you say.

it’s enough to make his cock almost burst.

he tilts his head, bringing his lips to yours, “guess i oughta find a better way to teach you, ain’t that right?”

“you’re right, mr. arlen,” you softly whisper against his pink lips

”beau, call me beau,” his hands glide up your legs, under your skirt to pull your body in closer, “don’t want you to ruin that title f’me”

his lips move against yours, slowly, sensually, with experience. most of the guys your age, go rough, teeth clashing. however, the only thing rough about this kiss, is the way his coarse beard rubs against the soft skin of your chin.

beau’s hands went straight to your hips, to grind his hard cock through your wet panties, making you whimper.

”there are always tell signs when a woman fakes her orgasm,” his voice is deep with desire, “there’s things you can’t fake,” he dips his head lower to leave wet kisses on your neck, “when you’re focused on actin’ you forget the smaller things,” he mumbles against your neck, “look at your hands, look at how they’re grippin’ onto my desk right now, tell me what you see.”

you look down, ”my knuckles are white,” you exhale and tilt your head back to provide better access.

”that it baby?”

”i think so,” your voice is laced with uncertainty

“you think so?” he smirks and wraps his hands around your wrists, to bring them to both of your faces, where you can see how the tops look like they’ve been filed down, despite you keeping them in their almond shape, “look at your nails.”

your eyes widen in shock, ”how did you know?”

”saw your knuckles movin’,” he releases your wrists and runs his hands over your shirt.

beau glances down at his watch, noting that he only has ten minutes.

he fucking hates quickies.

he lifts up your shirt and bra, bunching it up right over the tops of your boobs, watching your nipples perk up, “these,” he runs his thumbs softly over your sensitive buds, “erect when cold, when stimulating,” he pinches them both which makes you arch your back, “or when orgasmin’.”

you grind your clothed pussy against his bulge in his black slacks as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue. your other breast is being massaged by him, making sure to roll your nipple every time his hand closes up.

the little sounds and reactions you’re making, makes this a lot harder for him, physically and metaphorically. he wants to take his time with you, but after his office hours end, he has a meeting to get to. instead of giving your other nipple some attention, he drops down to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders. he slides off your panties, leaving them around your knees. he folds your skirt up and pulls you closer to his face.

you watch his glasses lightly fog up and he goes to take them off before you grab his wrists.

”no, keep them on please”

beau’s lips part and he looks up at you over his glasses, his eyes no longer the nice emerald green. maintaining eye contact, he pushes his glasses up and lowers his hungry gaze to your sopping wet pussy.

he licks his lips and delves in, his lips immediately finding your clit.

he keeps one arm wrapped around your lower back and the other up, pinching and rolling your nipples.

his tongue works at an unbelievable pace, turning you into a moaning and desperate mess against his face. his beard rubs all over your skin, which will for sure give you beard burn.

the sounds of him slurping and groaning against your face with your moans sound like they’re straight out of a porn video. with the little control you have over your body, you keep your eyes on him, watching him devour you whole, watching your juices smear all over the lower frame of his glasses.

you start digging the heels of your tennis shoes into his back, while gripping and tugging onto his silky hair, earning a moan from him.

”beau, i’m gonna cum” you pant out. he looks up at you, tongue moving faster and sucking harder.

”fuck,” you whine, head tilting back and jaw falling open.

you squeeze your eyes shut and you dig your nails into his scalp when the knot in you belly finally loosens. you grind your hips on his face, smearing your juices all over his glasses now and he laps you up, like a man starved.

your chest falls up and down rapidly and beau quickly stands up, pulling you onto your feet, “we got 5 minutes, baby,” he whispers in your ear and turns you around, bending you over his wooden desk, “gonna make this the best damn five minutes of your life.”

he shoves everything off his desk, everything except your exam paper that is stained in your wetness, and a pen. he places those in front of you, “i’m gonna tell and show you what happens durin’ a female orgasm,” he unbuckles his belt, “you’re gonna repeat after me and write it down, okay?”

you nod and beau groans when his cock finally springs out, being freed of any restrictions. he spits in his palm and gives himself a few strokes before reaching for a condom in his wallet. he tears the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolls it on. he lines himself up with your entrance, “ready, baby?”

”yes,” you wiggle your hips back and he slowly slides into your wet cunt.

you gasp at the stretch, feeling like you’re being split in half and beau throws his head back, biting on his lip to stifle moans.

when he feels your body relax around his intrusion, he leans over you, placing a hand flat on his desk near your waist and the other gripped onto the edge of his desk, “a female orgasm can last anywhere between 13-51 seconds,” he slowly slides out, “first thing, obviously your pussy’s gonna clench ‘round my cock.”

you moan at the words. as a professor, he uses the scientific words to stay professional but right now, this is everything but professional.

”repeat and write.”

”i’m gonna-“ he slams back into you, his tip hitting your g-spot with ease, making you cry out his name

”found it,” he smirks to himself. he glances down to his watch again. 3 minutes.

”fuck it baby,” he whispers, “i’m gonna talk, you’re gonna write, we don’t have much time,” he kisses your shoulder.

”okay,” your mutter

he snakes a hand under you to rub your overstimulated clit in small circle. you fall over, flat against his desk, mewling.

beau keeps his head on your shoulder and you turn to face him, looking at his fogged up, smeared glasses that are sliding down his sweaty nose. he watches you, watches your face as he helps you learn about this topic hands on.

his hips snap against yours, you’re not even holding the pen anymore. he’s insane for thinking your can even think right now.

”your heart rate’s gonna get quicker,” he pants, “breathin’ will get heavier.”

your hands slide and pat his desk, searching for something to hold on to.

”your tight lil’ pussy’s gonna be swollen,” he moans, “it’s gonna squeeze me so fuckin’ tight. your body’s gonna feel tense.”

you can’t even listen to the words he’s saying, all you know is that you’re fucking your teacher who is damn good at what he does.

”i’m gonna ask you a few questions, yeah?”

”yes,” you moan

”what is your brain gonna release when you cum?”

you squeeze you eyes shut, “o-oxytocin n’ dop-“ you take a sharp breath, “amine”

”good girl,” your walls clench around him, “you liked that,” he smiles, “oxytocin, fuck,” he drops his forehead, “can increase your pain tolerance.”

beau’s cock is begging to release, but he can’t, not until he teaches you. currently, he’s thinking of his grandma, trying to not cum. every vessel in his body wants to slow down, take in this moment, engrave it into your cunt and brain.

but he’s on a time crunch.

”dopamine’s gonna make you feel happy,” his voice strains out, “is your body tense?”

”yes,” you moan and open your eyes to see his messy glasses again

”do you know what else is goin’ on besides me bein’ inside of you?”

you whine and shake your head feverishly.

”your lateral orbitofrontal cortex is shutting down,” his eyes and brows pinch shut, “s’gonna cause problems with decision makin’ might make you do some impulsive things, you’re gonna have trouble with your emotions, oxytocin’s a dangerous thing with this combined.”

”yes,” you bite down hard on your lip,

”you feelin’ good baby?”

”yes,” you cry out

”if i didn’t have a condom on would you let me cum inside you?”

”yes”

”yeah?” his hips start moving frantically

”please,” tears prickle at your eyes, the pleasure and his words being so much. your legs are shaking, your hips are bruised from his thrusts and his desk, you want to scream his name.

”you gonna cum all over my cock?”

”yes beau,” you shout as your walls hug him tightly.

liquid gushes out of you, coating beau’s clothes: his slacks are wet all the way down his legs and the sleeve of his right arm is see through.

you lay still, letting him use you for his own release, “you ever done that before baby?”

you slowly shake your head, the tiredness of your two intense orgasms hitting. everything that you just said hitting.

you smile.

”you feel so good baby,” his hips stutter and you use yours, although tired, to meet his thrusts, wanting to help him feel this good.

”keep doin’ that,” he buries himself deep inside of you and you move your hips on his cock.

he twitches and moans your name loudly as he shoots his load into the condom. he pants and stays still, before realizing he’s late for his meeting. he quickly slides your panties up and pulls down your shirt and bra.

”sorry i can’t take care of you right now, but I’m runnin’ late,” he quickly tucks himself back in, “you still have to retake that test again,” he takes off his glasses and cleans them.

when he puts them back on, he sees just how fucked out you are and he cups your cheeks, “promise next time i’ll be more slower,” he kisses your lips sweetly, “you can stay in here for as long as you need to.”

all you can do is nod and squeeze your thighs at the thought of next time.

AN: okay so him having glasses wasn’t the entire plot but hey it’s something hope you enjoy

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[zepskies]

Hey!

It's really tough to choose which to ask about for the WIP game (I love all your stories).

There were two I couldn't decide between, so can I be cheeky and ask about Over the Bridge and Red-Eye, please? 🩷

Hey there! Aw thank you so much!! 🥰💜

Hahaa you can certainly be cheeky. 😘 And it's interesting you picked those stories, because both of them are my last two squares for Jacklesverse Bingo!

OVER THE BRIDGE

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Soulmate!Reader 

Summary: Your car is teetering on the edge of a rickety bridge. When Sheriff Beau Arlen arrives at the scene to help you, he realizes that for the first time in his life, he can hear his soulmate’s thoughts.

👀 (Mini) Sneak Peek:

“You okay?” Jenny said. “It’s not often that you’re at a loss for words.”

Beau shot her a wry look. He opened his mouth to reply, but the voice in his mind grew even stronger. Sharper. Feminine, and desperate.

Hellooo! Can they even see I’m still alive over here? Oh, God. Please. I can’t move…

Beau blinked in confusion, but the sharp tug of fear and dread inside his chest was even harder to ignore than the thoughts in his head—thoughts that were most definitely not his own. It was the strangest sensation…

RED-EYE

Pairing: Jason Teague x F. Reader

Summary: Your best friend is getting married. Naturally, you’re running late for your flight back home to good old Smallville, Kansas, and so is the handsome stranger who saves you.

👀 (Mini) Sneak Peek:

With wide eyes, you turned back and found your suitcase lying on the floor, on its side, now with two prongs of black metal poking out without a handle. The damn thing broke.

“You gotta be shitting me!” you groaned as you struggled to pick up your suitcase by one of the now jagged beams coming out of it. “You can’t just give up, dude! You’re killin’ me here.”

To be fair, the suitcase was heavy as hell. You’d probably overpacked.

“Hey, uh, miss. You need some help?” You looked up at the question, meeting a pair of green eyes and the handsome face of a young man. His short, blondish hair caught on the overhead lighting, brandishing the ends of it golden.

re: the WIP Folder tag game...

[cheynovak]

Blind date

One shot story

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Y/N F/reader

Summary: Y/N is Carla's best friend and ER doctor who transfered to Big sky Montana. Beau and Y/N where set up on a blind date, one thing leads to another that leads to complications.

Warnings: 18+, smut, talk of sex, keeping secrets, ...

English isn't my first language

Please do not copy my work. Sharing/Linking and comments are appreciated.

This story does not follow the original timeline of the series.

Y/N stepped into the dimly lit bar, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on the small white rose resting in a vase on the table near the back. She let out a quiet sigh, adjusting the strap of her purse as she made her way over. Her coworkers had insisted on setting her up on this blind date, promising her it would be a great way to meet someone new in Big Sky.

But as she approached, the man sitting at the table finally looked up, and her stomach dropped.

"Beau?" she blurted out, stopping in her tracks.

Beau Arlen, her best friend Carla’s ex-husband, sat there looking just as surprised as she felt. He glanced at the rose on the table, then back at her, clearing his throat.

"Y/N," he greeted, getting up from his chair.

She let out a short laugh, more out of disbelief than anything, before nodding toward the flower. "I guess you’re my date."

Beau exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, looks like it."

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. It wasn’t that they didn’t know each other—far from it. Y/N had known Beau for years through Carla. He wasn’t just some stranger her coworkers had picked out for her; he was someone she never expected to sit across from on a date.

She finally slid into the chair across from him, arching a brow. "So… do we just call this off now, or do we at least order a drink first?"

Beau chuckled, shaking his head. "I mean, I came here expecting to have dinner with someone, so… might as well make the most of it, right?"

Y/N tilted her head, considering. Maybe this didn’t have to be weird. Maybe they could just have a casual dinner and laugh about it later.

"Alright, Arlen," she said, flagging down the bartender. "But you’re buying the first round."

Beau smirked. "Deal."

Their conversation was casual but fun, filled with easy banter and shared stories. Y/N told Beau about her move to Montana and how hectic the ER could get. He listened intently, nodding as he sipped his drink.

"You miss Texas?" he asked, his tone curious but not pressing.

She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I do, but I like it here. It’s different, but in a good way."

Beau leaned back in his chair, considering her words. "Yeah, I get that. Montana has a way of growing on you."

She chuckled. "That, or I just don’t have time to think about it much with how crazy work gets."

Beau smirked, taking another sip. "Welcome to the club."

They talked easily, catching up on the changes in both their lives. Y/N eventually brought up something she knew had to be on his mind.

"You know, you must be excited that is moving Emily closer," she said, watching his reaction carefully. At the mention of his daughter, Beau’s expression softened. He nodded, setting his glass down. "Carla told you?"

"Yeah," Y/N admitted. "She mentioned that she and her husband were moving a few towns over. Same state, at least."

Beau let out a breath, a mix of relief and anticipation in his eyes. "It’ll be good to have her close again. It’s been hard not seeing her as much as I want."

Y/N smiled. "She’s gonna love it here." Beau looked at her for a moment before nodding. "Yeah… I think so too."

As the night stretched on, their conversation grew more personal. The drinks helped loosen things up, but it was mostly the comfort of familiarity that kept them talking.

"So," Beau leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, "you been dating much since you moved here?"

Y/N huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. "No time, to be honest. Between shifts and trying to actually sleep, dating hasn’t exactly been a priority."

Beau nodded knowingly. "Yeah, I get that. My job isn’t exactly a walk in the park either. Hard to meet someone when you’re always on call, always dealing with something."

"Exactly." Y/N swirled the last bit of her drink in her glass, watching the ice shift. "And even if you do meet someone, not everyone gets the crazy work hours. They think you’re avoiding them when, really, you’re just too damn exhausted."

Beau smirked. "Sounds familiar."

She glanced up at him, her expression thoughtful but open as always. "I mean, I don’t really miss anyone, if that makes sense. But the physical stuff? That, I could use once in a while. Helps relieve stress."

Beau choked out a laugh, shaking his head. "Well, that’s one way to put it."

She shrugged, grinning. "Just being honest."

He didn’t doubt that for a second. Y/N had never been one to sugarcoat things, and it was something he’d always appreciated about her. But as much as he laughed it off, he knew exactly what she meant. It was the same for him—when your life was all work and little play, there wasn’t much time to actually get to know someone, let alone build something real.

The thought lingered between them for a moment, unspoken but understood.

After dinner, Beau did the gentlemanly thing and drove Y/N home. He pulled up to her place, the engine humming softly as they sat there for a beat longer than necessary.

"Thanks for tonight," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt but not moving to leave just yet.

Beau gave her a small smile. "Yeah, it was… unexpected, but good."

She lingered, fingers tapping against her thigh before glancing at him. "You wanna come in for a drink?" He hesitated for a second, but then nodded. "Sure."

Inside, the air felt heavier, charged with something unspoken. Y/N poured them both a drink in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she handed him his glass. He took a sip, watching her over the rim, and she could tell there was something circling in his mind.

"So," she started, setting her drink down, "have you ever considered a fuck buddy?"

Beau coughed slightly, not expecting that. His brows lifted in surprise. "Excuse me?"

She smirked, tilting her head. "You heard me."

His lips parted like he was about to respond, but he just stared at her, trying to gauge if she was joking. The look in her eyes told him she wasn’t. Then, something changed in his expression. His surprise melted into something darker, something hungry.

"You mean…" He lifted a finger, gesturing between them.

"Well," she confirmed. "We’re adults, right? And I know you are clean, as an officer of the law you are tested regular, so am I. And who better than someone you know and trust."

Beau exhaled slowly, setting his glass down. He thought about it for a second, then met her gaze. "No one needs to know, right?"

She shook her head. "No one."

He let that settle in his mind, then took a slow step toward her. "Just… physical?"

Y/N didn’t answer with words. The smirk on her lips was all the confirmation he needed.

That was all it took.

Beau closed the space between them, his hand cupping the side of her face as he kissed her, fierce and demanding. She responded instantly, fingers gripping his shirt, pulling him closer as the heat between them ignited into something neither of them planned—but neither of them wanted to stop.

He lifted her on the counter, while his lips where on her neck, his hand moved in between her legs. Her breaths turned to moans. Beau didn't waste any time as she was also needy. To his surprise he got her quickly to the edge. He kneeled and placed his lips over her sensitive bud to tip her over the edge.

Her hand flew to his hair. her nails scraping while her other hand cling to the counter.

When he stood up. She pulled him in close to kiss him, muttering "Fuck that was fast." Beau smirked. "Let's hope I'm not as quick or it will be done very soon." Y/N laughed out loud, her head falling back but the second Beau pushed himself inside her, her laugh changed to a deep groan, and she clung to his neck.

Y/N moved her hips which made Beau groan and held her still. Y/N bit her lip leaning in "Take what you need Beau." His head lay against hers. "Call me old fashioned but I still want to give you pleasure."

"You did, you did give Beau. Now take." His eyes darkened and his pace became quick and rough. Like a man starved, his hand held on to her hips as his smacked against her.

Her moans combined with the feeling of her made him quicken his thrusts even more and before he knew it, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

His face hid in the crook of her neck while his deep groans told her he had listened. And he had indeed took what he needed... release.

Afterward, Beau ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath before stepping back. "That felt good didn't it." She smiled. She could see his doubtful look. "I'm usually not this... quick." he said still breathing fast. "

"I get it." Y/N said "Neither am I, we probably just needed it because it had been way to long."

***

Once outside. The night air was cool against his heated skin as he turned back to her.

"Thank you," he said, his voice low. "I really needed that." Y/N leaned against the doorframe, still catching her breath, but then his next words made her frown slightly.

"And… sorry." Her brows furrowed. "Sorry?" Beau smirked, nodding toward her. "I might have messed up your hair." She reached up, feeling the tangled mess hanging around her face, and let out a laugh. "Beau, I think you did exactly right."

He chuckled, shifting slightly before meeting her gaze again. There was something in his expression—satisfaction, maybe a little amusement—but also understanding. This was simple. No expectations, no complications.

She bit her lip, tilting her head. "Call me whenever you need to… you know." Beau smirked, his eyes dark with something unreadable. "Same goes for you." He took a step back, hands slipping into his pockets. "Good night, Y/N."

"Good night, Beau," she replied, watching as he got into his car. As he drove off, she stood there for a moment, exhaling slowly. Yeah… this was going to be interesting.

--

Weeks passed, and Beau and Y/N kept finding their way back to each other whenever they had a free moment. It didn’t matter if it was after a brutal shift in the ER or a long, exhausting day at the station—if one of them needed an escape, the other was there.

Mostly, they fucked like needy teenagers, desperate and relentless, as if the stress of their lives could only be burned away in the heat between them. Afterward, they’d lay tangled in her sheets, catching their breath, bodies still humming from the release.

And then, for a little while, they’d just talk.

Not about feelings, not about anything too deep—just whatever had pushed them to need this in the first place. A rough case, a stubborn patient, the weight of their jobs pressing too hard. They listened, they understood, and then they went their separate ways.

No strings. No expectations. Just a mutual agreement to be there when the other needed to forget the world for a while.

Tonight was different.

Beau had texted her earlier, a simple, "You got a moment?" Nothing unusual. She agreed, set the time, expecting the same routine—needy, desperate, quick.

And at first, it was. He kissed her the second she let him in, hands gripping her waist like he couldn’t get close enough. But when they finally made it to her bed, something shifted.

His kisses, usually hungry and demanding, were soft. Almost careful. His movements slowed, his hips rolling against hers with a deep, steady rhythm instead of the usual urgency. His hands didn’t just grab or pull—they lingered, tracing, memorizing.

Y/N noticed immediately.

"Beau?" she murmured between kisses, brows furrowing. "Are you—"

He didn’t let her finish. His lips pressed against hers again, silencing any question. Then his arms wrapped around her fully, holding her close, his face tucking into the crook of her neck.

Her breath hitched. This was different. This wasn’t just stress relief.

He needed something else tonight.

She didn’t push him for answers. Instead, she let her fingers slip into his hair, holding him just as tightly, letting him take whatever comfort he was looking for.

And even though they never made this personal before—tonight, it felt like it was.

Y/n felt weird after that and didn't texted for a while, trying to figuere out what had changed.

Until she had a really difficult patient, the man tried to grope several nurses, and she had a hard time helping him. When Beau walked in with another scumbag who needed attention she told a colleague to take over and pulled beau apart to a small empty room.

She started kissing him, and he joked "Hello to you too."

"Sorry," Y/N murmured between kisses "Need you right the fuck now." Beau smirked liking her boldness. He turned her around, dropping their pants I doing so and lifting her leg on a chair while her hand pushed against the wall.

"How do you want me?" He whispered in her ear. "Hard and quick." She moved one hand to his hair. "Please." Beau bit her ear as he positioned himself between her legs.

With a frantic pace the small room filled with deep breaths and soft moans. One of his hands pulled her back by her hip to increase the thrust impact while his other covered her mouth.

The second Beau felt her legs starting to shake he couldn't hold back any longer and felt his own release fill her. "Ffffuck!" he whispered against her shoulder.

***

As they where cleaning and dressing up Beau seemed nervous. He kept looking at her. But right the second he wanted to say something she kissed him on his cheek and said, 'Thanks I really needed that." Beau smiled and look at the floor "Yeah, sure no problem, that was eh... hot."

Y/N place a hand on the door.

"Wait!"

She turned towards Beau. Who was scratching the back of his neck. "B-before you go back out there, saving lives, what eh... Are you free tonight?"

It shouldn't have shocked her, that question, she could have thought it was just an invite for another round of sex, it wouldn't have been the first time they had sex multiple times a day. But something in the way he looked she knew it meant something else.

"Are you ok? are you hurt?"

"Hurt? Oh no, no I was just thinking, I'm alone tonight, and eh, Emily isn't with me, so I thought maybe we could order Chinese food and watch some tv or something. I know you wanted to watch Yellowstone for a while so... What do you think?"

"Eh... Well I'm sorry but I'm... not available tonight." Y/N bit her lip. "If I had know..." Beau stopped her by putting his hand up. "No no, I'm pretty last minute with this, it's fine."

"Maybe next time?" She tried to lift the mood but could see how defeated Beau looked.

"Yeah, next time."

***

Beau had just dropped Emily off at Carla’s when he noticed they had company. He wasn’t the type to linger, but he figured he’d at least be polite.

"Nice place," he commented, glancing around.

Carla smiled. "Thanks. We’re finally settling in."

Before he could make a quick exit, Avery clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Beau. You should come in, man. Let me show you around."

Beau hesitated but eventually nodded. No harm in being civil, right?

Stepping inside, he took in the place, nodding along as Avery talked. But then his gaze landed on the living room, and his whole body tensed.

Y/N.

She was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, holding a glass of wine. But it wasn’t just her presence that caught him off guard—it was the man sitting next to her.

Carla followed his gaze and, as if sensing the awkward tension, smiled a little too tightly. "You remember Y/N, right?"

Beau’s jaw flexed, and he forced a nod, playing along like they hadn’t been tangled in her sheets just the other night. "Yeah. Of course."

Y/N, to her credit, played it cool, offering a polite smile. But he saw it—the flicker of recognition, the same tension tightening her shoulders.

Carla gestured to the man beside her. "This is Tyler. He’s a vet, a friend of Avery’s. We thought we’d all have a little double date night."

Beau barely heard the rest of what she said. His eyes locked on Y/N’s for a fraction of a second, and he caught it—the slight shift in her expression when she noticed the way his jaw clenched, the way his grip tightened around his drink.

She noticed his jealousy.

And damn it, he wasn’t doing a good job of hiding it.

Beau let out a sharp breath, gripping his keys as he turned toward his car. "I gotta go. Enjoy your night."

Y/N jumped up from the couch, barely processing what she was doing before she was rushing after him.

"Beau, wait!"

He stopped at his car but didn’t turn around. When he finally spoke, his voice was tense. "What?"

"It’s not what it looks like," she insisted.

He let out a dry, humorless laugh, finally facing her. "It’s not what? You, on a date, showing cleavage for Dr. Dolittle while we were just—" He stopped himself, jaw tightening before he shook his head. "Never mind. Not my business. You have fun."

He yanked open his car door, but she stepped in front of him, stopping him from leaving.

"Don’t be like that."

"Like what?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Jealous, Beau!"

His laugh was short and sharp. "Jealous?"

"Yes! Jealous, You were the one who said no one could know. Just sex, remember?"

"Yeah, well," he shot back, "you also said you didn’t have time to date!"

Y/N’s breath caught. She hadn’t expected that.

Beau sighed, running a hand over his face, clearly frustrated. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled. You’re right. This is my fault. I should’ve told you..." He trailed off before shaking his head. "You should go back inside. I’m sure you’re a great match with him."

"Beau, please." She reached out, grabbing his arm.

His muscles tensed under her touch, but he didn’t pull away.

"I didn’t set this up," she said firmly. "I had no idea he’d be here. Honestly, I thought it was just their housewarming."

Beau finally looked at her, searching her face for any sign of a lie. Finding none, his shoulders dropped slightly.

"Yeah?" His voice was quieter now.

"Yeah," she confirmed. "I wouldn’t do that."

He exhaled, glancing back at the house before looking at her again. "I should go."

Y/N nodded slowly, but before he could move, she squeezed his arm gently. "Beau… we should talk about this."

He swallowed hard but didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gave her a small nod before stepping back.

"Not tonight," he finally said. "But soon."

And with that, he got into his car and drove away, leaving Y/N standing there, heart pounding, knowing that everything between them had just changed.

***

Months had passed, and they never talked.

Y/N had convinced herself it was for the best—until the night Beau was brought into the ER, bleeding and battered.

She had been reviewing charts when she heard his name. Her stomach dropped. Rushing to the trauma bay, she found him lying on the bed, a deep cut on his face and a gunshot wound to his arm. No bullet left inside, just a clean wound, but it didn’t make seeing him like that any easier.

He caught the worry in her eyes, even though she kept her face neutral, professional. She didn’t ask questions, didn’t demand answers—just did her job. And despite how much time had passed, Beau knew she was holding back, not because she didn’t care, but because he had never called her back. He had no right to ask for her concern.

By morning, as her shift was ending, she stopped by his room one last time.

"I called Emily," she said, stepping inside. "She and Carla are on their way to pick you up. You’re allowed to leave."

Beau sat on the edge of the bed, watching as she approached. When she leaned in to check his bandage one more time, his hand moved instinctively, resting lightly on her hip.

"I’m sorry," he said, his voice rough.

Y/N froze for a beat before exhaling softly. "How… how is Tyler?" he asked hesitantly.

She sighed, pulling back slightly. "I don’t know. Haven’t seen him since that night."

Beau let out a quiet breath, his head hanging low. "I’m sure I did that. He must have thought I was some crazy ex or something." She frowned, confused. "No, I just… didn’t meet with him. I was too busy trying to make amends with a stubborn sheriff."

His eyes lifted to hers, something flickering in them—guilt, regret, maybe something else.

"I messed up," he admitted.

Y/N tilted her head, lips quirking slightly. "Well," she said, a teasing lilt in her voice, "I guess I did too."

"No, no," Beau said, shaking his head slightly. His grip on her hip tightened just a little, like he needed her to hear this. "I should have told you—I started to like you."

Y/N’s breath hitched. She swallowed, heart pounding. "Beau…" she sighed, searching his face. "I guess I knew."

His brows furrowed. "You did?"

She gave him a small, almost shy smile. "Yeah. Well, I mean… last time, at my house, you were different. It didn’t feel like just sex, and I was afraid of what that meant, so I didn’t ask anything. But now, when I think about it… it all makes sense."

She took a step closer, moving to stand between his legs.

Beau’s good arm lifted, his fingers brushing her cheek gently, his thumb tracing her skin like he was memorizing it. His voice was quiet, almost raw. "Please forgive me."

Her forehead rested against his, and she exhaled slowly. "Of course."

For the longest time, they just stayed like that, breathing the same air, looking into each other’s eyes, feeling the weight of everything that had been left unsaid.

And then, finally, he kissed her.

Soft, slow, deep—nothing like the hurried, desperate kisses they used to share. This was different. This meant something.

"Please go on another date with me?" Beau sounded almost insecure. She smiled, "I still kind of what to see Yellowstone, and now that the Sheriff is injured I presume he has some time off in the near future?"

"For you? Always." he smiled.

Y/N kissed him, "Good, because I think I just find someone worthy of making time for."

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🤠❤‍🔥 Sheriff Beau Arlen

Big Sky - 3.01 - Do You Love An Apple 🤠✨

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[the-mythical-lifes]

It was you for a reason - Part 1

Summary: Beau Arlen is a single father and the Sheriff of Helena. You are the principal of Emilys School. After a harmless accident at school, Beau is required into the principals office. But will their parts cross again?

warnings: slowburn, flag, no use of Y/N, fem!reader, first time writer

a/n: this is my first time writing fan fiction, I hope you can forgive me because englisch is not really my first language. But I swear I'm giving my all :)

Part 1

Beau Arlen was working on a case with Jenny when he got a call from his daughters school. „Sheriff Arlen speaking“, I heard his voice answer the phone. „Yes Sheriff Arlen, here is the schools principal speaking. Its about Emily, would you be able to make it to the school. Don’t worry she isn’t hurt or anything.“ I was waiting for his answer. „Oh um yeah, sure, Ill be on my way right now.“ 

——

Shortly after that a knock could be heard on my office door „Come in“, I say and the Sheriff makes his way into my office, eyes landing on his daughter sitting in front of my desk. „Sheriff Arlen, thanks for coming on such a short notice. Please take a seat.“ I gesture towards the free chair next to Emily. „What seems to be the problem?“ He asks. I turn towards Emily with a sympathetic smile „Emily would you please tell your dad yourself?“.

Sheriff Arlen turns towards his daughter, with an expecting look on his face. Emily looked up at her dad for a moment, then nodded „I- uhm, I accidentally broke a window in class.“ She says, looking at her shoes. Sheriff Arlen looks at her. „Accidentally?“ He raised his eyebrows slightly. „How does one accidentally break a window?“ He replied. „I was throwing a ball with my friends, it was an accident!“ Emily protested. „I swear! I dient do it on purpose.“ Beau just sighed, running his hand over his face. „What am I gonna do with you?“ He asked, not expecting an answer. 

Emily huffed. „Im sorry dad. I really am, I didn’t mean to.“ She said, looking genuinely sorry. „Well, we believe you Emily, but still the window needs to be replaced“ I speak up. Beau nodded. „Right.“ He grumbled, digging through his pockets, pulling out a leather wallet. „How much?“ He looks at me expectingly. I smile at him sympathetically „The school will send you the bill, Sheriff.“

„Alright.“ He said. He then looked at his daughter. „You’re gonna be working for me all summer to make up for this.“ He said sternly. Emily groaned, her head dropping. He didn’t care, she had to learn her lesson. „You got that?“ He asked, raising his eyebrow at her.

„Yes sir.“ She grumbled. Beau nodded and then looked back up at me. Im still sitting by my desk and watch the interaction between him and his daughter. „So, we all good now?“ He inquired. „Thats all from me“ I smile at him. „Okay.“ He returned the smile, then nodded. „C´mon Em.“ 

He gestured at her and she rolled her eyes, standing up and following him out of the principals office. They went out into the parking lot, Beau walking to his truck. He unlocked it, opening the passenger door for Emily, waiting for her to get in. Emily got into the car and sat down, crossing her arms, still frowning and looking unpleased. Beau roll his eyes slightly and sat down on the drivers seat. He closed the door and looked at his daughter. „Whats with the attitude?“ „I just-„ Emily cut herself off and huffed. „It really was an accident. I dient mean for the glass to break.“ She muttered. Beau nodded. „I know, but you still broke it. You should’ve been more careful, Em.“ He said, starting the car.

„And you're still gonna make me work with you all summer, right?“ She huffed annoyedly. Beau just grinned at her and Emily knew, that yes she would have to work for it. 

Later that day, still in my pencil skirt and blouse, I was at the grocery store grabbing some vegetables. Completely focused on my choice of vegetables I didn’t notice, that Beau was also there t the grocery store, shopping for some food. He was still in his sheriffs uniform. He was looking at the fruits and vegetables, picking up a tomato and inspecting it. He looked down at the tomato and placed it in is basket. And just then, his eyes caught a hint of my form in the corner of his eye. He looked up, realizing it was me. „Oh… uh, hey.“ He said as he looked at me, a small bit of surprise in his voice. Just as surprised I look up and recognize him, I offer a soft smile. „Oh hello sheriff.“ Beaus heartbeat quickened just a little when I smiled at him. He returned the smile, nodding. „Hey, didn’t expect to see you here.“ He simply said. „Why not? Do you think a principal doesn’t need food too?“, I smirk at him. He let out a soft chuckle, smirking as well. He shook his head. „I guess I didn’t think of that.“ He replied, his emerald green eyes looking at me. 

There was an awkward silence for a moment as he looked at me. He then looked down at my shopping basket. „So, what are you buying?“ He asked, breaking the silence. „Just some stuff for dinner“ I shrugged. „Oh, what’re you making?“ He asked curiously, his glance going down to my basket again. „Veggie soup“ I smile at him. He nodded. „Sounds good.“ He said, genuine smile on his face. „I don't cook much when I’m at home. Im more of a take-out kinda guy, but I know how to cook. I just don’t have much time for it.“ He said with a casual shrug. I smile, more to myself, but I kind of think its cute how he is rambling. But I need to stop thinking so, he is still a father of a student. „So what are you buying then? Doesn't look like take-out to me.“ He chuckled softly, looking at his basket of food. „I’m just grabbing something for me and my daughter.“ He said, then added jokingly „Who is still in trouble for breaking that window.“ „Don't be so hard on her, Im sure it really was an accident. And all in all she is a good girl.“ I tell him, and its true. Emily is a good student, Im not just her principal but also her math teacher and she really is a good kid. He sighed softly and nodded. „Yeah, I know. But I still want to teach her her lesson. Thats parenting, I guess.“ I chuckle „Well, as her principal I appreciate that.“ He let out a soft chuckle, his smile widening a bit. 

He looked at my shopping basket again. „So… just cooking for yourself?“ He asked, curiously. Is he flirting with me? No im sure he isn’t. „Yes, just for myself.“ I tell him. He nodded. „No partner?“ He inquired, raising an eyebrow. I just shake my head at him, holding eye contact. He nodded again. „Why not? Someone like you should have someone.“ He said truthfully, although he didn’t mean to be so honest and blunt with me. He was just saying what he thought. „Someone like me?“ I chuckle. „Yeah.“ He said simply, his emerald green eyes looking at me. „Youre a beautiful and smart woman … You deserve somebody to love.“ I get a bit flustered. „Oh well Sheriff. Thank you very much … but its a bit more complicated than that.“ I answer honest, because it really is more complicated. Beau picked up that I got flustered, and smirked as he chuckled softly. He raised an eyebrow, curiously. „ Why would it be more complicated?“ He inquired, leaning against the aisle lazily. „Well as a principal I don’t really hav much time to … to date.“ I feel my cheeks heat up a bit. Beau scoffed. „Oh cmon, I don't believe that. You cant tell me that every second of your life is spent working. You have free time.“ He said with a bit of disbelief, chuckling softly. „I do yes. But I also am freshly divorced… so…“ He raised an eyebrow then, looking at me more curiously now. He wasn’t expecting that. „Oh you are?“ He inquired, tilting his head to the side a bit. He took a small step in my direction. 

I bite on my lip, a bad habit, and slowly nod. „Recently divorced, huh?“ Beau continues to ask, the small smirk still on his face as he looks at me. He leaned against the aisle again. „Can I ask why?“ 

I look up at him a small chuckle escaping my lips. „Oh thats a long story sheriff.“ 

And just then, Emily comes into the aisle. „Oh hello Emily.“ I smile at her, catching Beaus reaction as he turns around to see his daughter. „Hello“ is all that comes out of the teenager, a normal reaction to students meeting their principal outside of school. Beaus attention is still on me, still with that smirk on his face. „Oh Ive got all the time in the world.“ Emily catches the vibes and looks between us. „Wait, are you guys flirting?“ She asks a bit curious and weirded out. Beau immediately looked at Emily, clearing his throat as his face flushed a bit red. „N-no.“ He said, hoping his voice sounded normal. He looked back at me, still a tiny bit flushed. I try to safe the situation and escape it by saying „ No we’re not Emily.“ I smile at her and then up at Beau „well, I wish you two a good evening“ and with that I turn around and go on into an aisle where I absolutely don’t need anything, but Im happy that I could escape that awkward situation. 

Beau nodded, his eyes following my form as I left. He sighing softly as he looked over at Emily, who gave him a cheeky smirk. Beau just rolled his eyes at his daughter. „Quit it, Em.“ He said as he continued shopping. „I didn’t notice you were such a player, dad“ She said with a taunting voice and a mischievous look in her eyes. Beau scoffed. „Oh shut it.“ He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He was still focused on his grocery shopping, grabbing a pack of cereal and putting it in his basket. Emily chuckled, clearly enjoying teasing her father. She walked a few steps ahead of him, turning around so she could walk backwards and face him. „You were totally checking her out, dad.“ Beaus ears turned red at her comment. He looked at her, still walking and rolled his eyes. „I was not“ He died to deny it, but even he knew it was a bad lie. Emily raised her eyebrows, a smirk on her face. „Oh you so weever. You were looking right at her butt, when she left.“ Beaus face flushed an even deeper shade of rad at that. He let out a soft huff, rolling his eyes yet again. „I was not looking at her… butt.“ He denied it, but was doing a terrible job at it. Emily crossed her arms, a teasing grin on her face. „Come ooon dad, admit it. She’s totally your type.“

Beau let out an exasperated sigh. „And what exactly would that type be, huh?“ He inquired, raising an eyebrow at his daughter. Emily thought for a moment, a mischievous glint in her eyes. „Well, smart, curvy, probably a big reader, sassy …“ She listed off, grinning even more now. Beaus face became even more flushed as Emily kept listing off the traits. He tried to maintain his composure, but was clearly getting flustered. „Okay, okay, I get it. She’s an attractive woman.“ He admitted, begrudgingly. Emily smirked, satisfied with herself. „Aaaand you were totally interested in her, admit it. You were practically drooling over her.“ Beau roll his eyes, trying to hide the fact that Emily was absolutely right. He grumbled. „I was not drooling over her, Em.“ Beau said defensively, but his reddened face betrayed him. Emilys smile grew wider at her fathers denial. „Oh you totally were. I could see it. You were totally checking her out, dad. Im surprised you didn’t lick your lips or something.“ Beaus face went beet red at her comment. „Okay, I did not do that!“ He said, his voice slightly higher pitched than usual. He felt embarrassed and flustered, and was trying desperately to hide it from his daughter. Emily thought that for now she got her dad flustered enough, but she wont drop it any time soon. 

[winchestergirl2]

Big Sky 3x02: The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep

[daughterofcain-67]

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (epilogue)

(Beau Arlen x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After the court case was finally over and things are finally returning to normal, the sheriff comes back into your cafe just like normal and with the help of your nosey but well-meaning sister, she helps nudge Beau along to ask you out now that the case is over.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, just fluffy Beau x Reader content 💕

Eight Months Later…

This was it.

This was the day that would determine if Andre would be getting off Scott-free or if he would be serving his time behind bars.

You hated that you had to be there as a witness. You hated that you had to describe everything that happened, describe the people who kidnapped you. What was worse was that Andre's lawyers did their best to make you out to be a liar, saying that your judgement may be impaired for whatever their reasons were.

The case seemed to take ages and you couldn't believe it was this long of an ordeal to even get court dates settled.

Now here you were, in the booths with the other families whose lives were ruined by the defendant. But Beau was right there beside you just like he had always been through this mess. He was waiting in anticipation with you, anxious to find out the jury's verdict.

You had just been called back into the court room a few minutes ago since the jurors were apparently done making their decision. When you saw them coming back into the room, you and everyone else in the courtroom stood as a part of courtroom etiquette. Though, you carefully held Beau's hand, which he squeezed a little. He seemed just as nervous as you were, despite his confident exterior.

God it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop after the jurors were all settled in their spots.

"Has the jury reached their verdict?" You heard the voice of the judge say.

"We have, your honor."

"And it's unanimous, correct?"

"Yes, Sir, it is."

Then the clerk walked over to the first juror and was handed the file before making their way back to the judge. When the judge said everyone could be seated, the room went back to being silent as he looked through the paper.

Now it all came down to this, what was on those sheets of paper that the jury handed over. It was like the entire room was holding their breath if they weren't glaring at the defendant.

When the judge said that the defendant would rise and face the jury, the judge handed the sheets back to the court clerk so she could make the final announcements.

"The state of Montana verses Andre Bolkonsky," The clerk began to read.

One by one as each of the charges were called out, Andre was guilty to a certain extent of the law if not completely guilty. He was partially guilty of your kidnapping since he orchestrated it, and of course he was guilty of your assault in the fullest.

When you heard the verdict you couldn’t help but feel this immense weight fall off of your shoulders. Yet a part of you wondered if this was really happening and if this was your reality, or if this was some kind of really good dream that you would have to wake up from just to return to some harsh reality.

“Beau…”

He looked down at you and he had a smile on his face, “It’s real, Y/N. He’s going away for good.”

That reassurance was everything you needed in that moment and you threw your arms around the sheriff, hugging him so tightly.

It was finally over and you could hardly believe it!

Morning Glory Coffee…

You never thought you would be able to come back here again. It felt so surreal to have even been able to open this place up again since your kidnapping. But now you were back in the building, bright and early and it’s been about two weeks since the trial ended.

You and Cadence were both there at the shop to straighten everything up so you can open. You brewed some fresh coffee and baked some goodies before putting them on the display table. That was when a pleasant little surprise came up.

The sound of the bell on the top of the door rang out as the door opened up. When you looked over, you saw Beau Arlen standing there.

“You’re here early.” You grinned at him and you could watch a smile begin to form on his face.

“Well, I did miss having your coffee everyday.” The sheriff said, causing you to roll your eyes, grinning at him.

“Just the coffee huh? Let me guess, the usual?”

“Actually… I think I might go with something different this time around.” Beau said as he walked closer to the counter.

“Something different… well if you still want to go with the bitter kind of taste, there’s the Americano, and some cold brew. Or if you’s like something a little sweeter I can make you a mocha, maybe a frappuccino or something like that.”

“I may go with something a little on the sweeter side.” He said and you hummed a little.

“I think we can go with a caramel macchiato.” You nodded and Beau chuckled.

“Whatever you think I’ll like.” He told you.

Beau watched as you started making the espresso and whatever else you needed to make the drink with some ridiculous name. Aren’t all coffees made the same anyway? He supposed that he wouldn’t know for sure. But he knew that he was glad that you were back.

From the corner of his eye, Beau saw Cadence standing in the corner with a certain sort of look on her face. She glanced at her sister that was busily making Beau a drink before she walked over to the sheriff.

“What are you waiting for? She went through something terrible and you were right there by her side through the trials.” Cadence told him in a whisper so you wouldn’t hear anything.

“What do you mean what am I waiting for?” Beau questioned and Cadence rolled her eyes before she reached over and flicked Beau on the forehead with her middle finger.

“Hey! What was that for?” Beau asked and rubbed his forehead.

“You know exactly what I mean, don’t play dumb.” Cadence said.

“I was an idiot for suggesting that she go and date Andre. And I’ll regret that for the rest of my life. But you know what else? I regret not encouraging her to go out with you more. She’s had feelings for you for such a long time but she’s never made a move because she doesn’t want to distract you from your work.”

Beau lifted a brow slightly. You actually had feelings for him? Then again, before you were taken, you did owe him a date since she rain-checked. Did he actually stand a chance with you?

“Are you sure that she wants to actually date someone right now after everything that’s happened?” Beau asked.

“Beau, she’s had her struggles long before Andre even came around. She just went on that date with Andre to try and move on before the date obviously went wrong.” Cadence said but when she looked over she saw that you were almost done making Beau’s beverage.

“Make a move, like ASAP! I want to be an aunt before I die and I want her to be with the right guy.” She said before she went to the back to go and prep something for the day before some other customers would end up coming in later.

Beau looked over at you and smiled a little to himself. There was a glimmer of hope burning in him and it made him wonder if Cadence was telling the truth about you having feelings for him. How long were they there?

“Hey, is something on your mind?”

Your question seemed to make Beau jump and you were a little worried. Was something wrong? Was there another case that he was stressing over? You wished that he could get even a little bit of a break.

You watched as Beau tucked his bottom lip in between his teeth and he looked as if he wanted to talk to you about something, “Actually, there was something I kind of wanted to ask you about.”

“Um… okay?” You said and handed him the drink.

“Do you remember when I missed movie night and you said that maybe I should make it up to you?” In truth, you almost didn’t remember with everything that happened but when you thought about it, you remembered.

“It’s been a while since that rain check, huh? Literally months and I think you’ve made up for it since then.” You chuckled a little but leaned over the counter, curious as to how this came to his mind.

“Yeah, I know it’s been several months… But maybe we could still go out and find something to do. I insist. So are you free tonight?” He asked you as he leaned over as well.

You bit your lip a little. The same feeling that you had when you wondered if the court case with Andre was over had returned, causing you to wonder if Beau was really asking if you were free or not.

“Um.. y-yeah. I should be free.” You answered.

A certain softness seemed to flicker in those beautiful, forest green eyes of his. It made you feel warm on the inside and you were almost certain that you could kiss him in that moment.

“Great. I’ll come and pick you up after work.” He insisted, you nodded in response before watching him stand up and leave.

As he walked out of the door, you smiled fondly to yourself. You never thought that you could feel this happy again. Granted you couldn’t just pretend that everything that transpired with Andre never happened, but it was easier to move past all of it because of Beau. Things were at least beginning to go back to normal other than the nightmares you had. He was always there to comfort you when you needed him .

“Okay, Y/N.. stop daydreaming and help me stock up some cups and lids and everything. If you want to get off early for your big date with the sheriff, I need a little help making sure everything’s in line while the owner’s away.” Your sister reminded you, causing your cheeks to turn pinkish.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re behind him saying something?”

“Hey, he was already going to do that anyway. He just needed a little push in the right direction. And Sheriff Arlen is a guy we can actually trust this time.”

Five o’clock finally came around which meant that it was time for you to get ready for Beau to pick you up.

You were in the back after you had taken your apron off and you placed it in your little locker. You were looking at the camera on your phone, trying to fix up your hair and freshen up a bit. Cadence was leaning against one of the tables in the back just smiling at you since there weren’t any customers at the moment.

“You know, I don’t think he’s going to be too worried about how your hair looks. He knows you’re a working woman.” She reminded you and you shrugged a little.

“I know.” You sighed, “It’s just that I don’t want to mess this up. After everything that’s happened, he still remembered about missing some movie night? We’ve had plenty of those over the past eight months after he got me back.”

“Sweetie, of course he was going to ask you if you wanted him to actually make up for it. You can be a bit naive when it comes to him, can’t you?” Your sister laughed, making you wonder what about this was so amusing but you didn’t really want to question it.

“I guess I’m just shocked for whatever reason.”

“Well don’t let it shock you. You like him, and he likes you enough to ask you out. So enjoy tonight and see where this goes. You know he’s not going to hurt you and these past several months have only proved that point. You deserve happiness and you deserve to have that happiness with someone that will stop at nothing to make sure you have it. And obviously Beau is that person.”

It surprised you how obvious Cadence made it sound, but you supposed she was right. Maybe you were overthinking about something here and you just needed to relax and enjoy whatever moments that you would have with Beau that night. You were sure Beau needed some time to relax as much as you did, so maybe this really would be good for the both of you.

“Anyway, I still want to look halfway decent instead of going on some kind of, whatever this is, in my uniform shirt.” You said but then you heard the sound of a locker door opening up. When you glanced over and saw Cadence going through her locker.

“You are so lucky that I’m prepared.” Cadence chuckled, “But you need to start packing some little outfits to wear incase this becomes a regular thing with the sheriff.” She smirked and wiggled her brows a bit.

You smiled and rolled your eyes a little but then your sister pulled out two shirts for you to pick from. When you did, she handed the shirt to you.

“Now don’t let him tear it up or anything. I like that shirt.” Cadence smirked and your entire face turned red as you clutched the shirt close to you.

“W-We aren’t gonna do anything like that on the first outing!”

“Oh for the love of- Y/N, it’s a date! Call it a date before I strangle you!”

“Okay, we won’t be doing stuff like that on the first date.” You insisted and the biggest smile appeared on your sister’s face when she heard you call it a date after all.

“Okay, okay. Now go change! He’ll be here any minute.” Cadence practically shoved you out of the back so you could change in the rest room and finish getting ready.

After a few minutes, you had now changed into a more comfortable shirt and it actually fit your figure quite well. You put on a denim jacket over it since that was what you wore to work with the uniform, and you pulled your hair into a side, French braid. You were glad your sister trained you to pack a little tube of mascara and some gloss for spontaneous moments like this. It was simple and you preferred simple anyway.

When you stepped out you saw that Beau was just coming into the cafe and you smiled when you saw him.

“Hey. You’re right on time.” You grinned and he looked over at you. He smiled warmly and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“You look nice. I like that shirt on you.”

“Thanks.. it’s my sister’s.” You admitted and you looked over towards the back to wave goodbye to Cadence, and Beau did the same. She waved back at the two of you before Beau looked down at you.

“You ready to head out?”

“I think so.” You nodded and he offered an arm for you to take. Once you took it he escorted you out of the door and took you to the car.

It was still around the time where it would get darker a little earlier in the day, and Beau ended up taking you to some place for dinner. They had some tables outside and it was a pretty night so that’s where you sat. There were several square tables outside and there were some lights strung out on the patio. Then in one corner, evidently there was a local band playing too.

“You must’ve known they’d be playing when you brought me here.” You said and Beau placed one hand up in the air.

“No clue. Swear that this was a surprise for me too.” He insisted and he pulled out a chair for you so you could sit down. Then he sat across from you.

You gazed at him and saw that he was looking down at the menu. You took the time to observe and admire the way he looked and appreciate the small details. Like the way his freckles showed up a little better with this lighting, or the way his hair was falling in front of his face when he was looking down at the menu.

When a waitress came by you got distracted and you looked up when she was asking you and Beau what you’d like to drink. You just ordered a water while Beau ordered his favorite beer. Then she left to get the drinks for the both of you and that was when you looked over at Beau again, who you caught gazing at you too.

“Thank you… for taking me out tonight.” You said and he grinned.

“No need to thank me. It’s something that I wanted to do.” He said but then he rubbed the back if his neck a little, “Actually it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”

“Well…” You trailed off and decided to make kind of a bolder move and you placed a hand on his that was on the table, “I’m glad that you did.”

He maneuvered his hand to where he could hold your own and it felt like your hand fit perfectly in his.

“How did everything go today?” You asked him, trying to start some sort of conversation and he smiled a little.

“It was an easier day. Luckily we’ve not had anymore kidnapping cases. We had a few house calls but it was nothing too serious. Just nosey neighbors calling because a radio was too loud or a dog was barking and annoying them. Nothing overly serious.”

“Well… at least it was an easier day.”

“Yeah, although there were some case files that we haven’t had any leads on that ended up going cold. I hate they did.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair but you gave him an empathetic smile.

“Well, some cold cases don’t stay cold forever. Somewhere down the line people slip up and sometimes those cold cases get re-opened.” You reminded him.

“Yeah but that doesn’t happen often enough.”

“Cut yourself some slack. I know you hate when cases get cold, but there’s always hope.”

You could hear the little scoff he made and he looked down at the menu again but you gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “You taught me there’s always hope.”

He looked up at you again before you spoke again, “The FBI had been chasing after Andre and his group for a long time. And even if some of those members got caught, they didn’t serve time for long. They thought for sure that they could get away with me and get me out of the country and for a moment, every part of me thought they would be right.”

“But..?”

“But even when I was so close to giving up, I would think about you. How your determination would drive you and I knew somehow you’d find me, even if it would take a while. If you can persevere, then I knew I could too and I needed to figure out how to get out and think of what you would do in some of the situations I was in.” You told him.

Beau listened carefully to what you were saying and he was a little stunned. He had no idea he would be on your mind to help you fight back like that. You were a strong individual and he was so proud of you for taking that risk of screaming out on that phone call. He was proud when you somehow managed to get a phone and call him.

“You know… I think you may be a lot stronger than I am.” He admitted but he carefully intertwined your fingers.

“But you’re right. Those cold cases, I know, will be in the back of my mind and someone will slip up eventually like Andre’s group did.” He said but then he decided to move on.

“What about you? I’m sure your sister’s glad that you’ve been back. How’s your day been?”

“It was a little slow today. But it does get pretty slow on week days since a lot of people are working.” He heard you speak and he grinned a little.

“I suppose that’s fair.” He smiled.

“But I can’t complain. The downtime is nice. I’ve actually been thinking about changing up the interior of the cafe. So the downtime gives me some time to think about some of the interior designs.” You said with a smile, gosh your smile was so adorable to him.

“Well if you ever need any help when the time comes, you know you can always give me a call.” Beau insisted.

“I think I might keep that in mind.” You smirked, then the waitress came back with your drinks and she took both of your orders.

Beau ended up getting a burger and you got some sort of salad.

After a while of conversation and after the both of you had eaten your meals, Beau heard the band start to play some sort of slow song that he didn’t really know by heart, but he saw some couples going up there to dance

Then Beau had an idea and he stood up, which caused you to look up at him.

“What are you doing?” You asked him and he just grinned at you.

“Come on up there with me.” He said and you lifted a brow a little.

“You sure? I might step on your toes a bit.” You chuckled a little and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Of course I’m sure.” He insisted and he took a hold of your hand and started leading you to the floor where some other people were dancing.

Then, Beau placed a hand on your hip and he could feel one of your hands on his shoulders while the two of you were close together. He lead you to the rhythm of the song that was playing as you danced and he swore this would be one of the moments with you that he would always have in his mind.

You looked so beautiful, with the way your hair framed your face perfectly or the way the lights seemed to shine in your eyes so beautifully. You were perfect in his eyes in every way and he didn’t think he’d be spending a moment like this with you. He supposed he needed to thank your sister for giving him that push.

He could feel your hand move from his shoulder to his cheek. Your touch felt so soft and he leaned into it before he ended up giving you a little twirl as you both danced, your laughter filled his ears when he pulled you back into him. Then he leaned down and kissed the top of your head softly.

“Why don’t we go back to my place? Tonight’s the perfect night to have a little fire or something.” He suggested and you nodded.

“I think that sounds perfect.”

After a while, you realized that the two of you had made it to Beau’s little camper and when he opened the door for you, Beau held out a hand to help you out of the vehicle. When you got out, the two of you went inside of the camper.

“Here, let me help you.” You insisted and you grabbed whatever he needed you to get but that was when the both of you heard some faint tapping on the window.

When the both of you looked out, you saw that it was starting to rain, but then you heard the thunder in the distance.

“I guess the fire pit might have to wait.” Beau said with a chuckle but then you smiled while you gazed at the raindrops, starting to get lost in your own thoughts.

“Y/N? You okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, just thinking about something.” You said and you felt his hand on the small of your back.

“Care to share?”

You carefully leaned into him, feeling his chest on your back, “I was just thinking about that night..."

"The night in the woods?"

"Mhmm," You hummed fondly, "It was raining and you carried me to the car because you realized I wasn't wearing any shoes. I swear I thought my toes were going to fall off because it was so cold." You laughed.

"I was just glad that we got you home." He said.

"I was so tempted to kiss you that night..." Then you swore you could feel his muscles tense a little, but they soon relaxed as you looked up at him.

"You wanted to kiss me that night?" he asked and your cheeks started to heat up a bit as you looked out of the window.

"I-I mean, um... maybe." You said bashfully.

"I guess looking back on it, it would have been some silly little movie moment and I know chick flick moments might not be your thing. Kissing in the rain or something like that is so juvenile..." You rambled on before you suddenly felt Beau take your hand and he started taking you outside.

"Beau? What are you doing?" You laughed.

"Something that I should have done a long time ago." You heard him say but then the two of you went outside and luckily the rain wasn't pouring too hard just yet.

When Beau stopped walking, he stood in front of you and you could feel his soft yet slightly calloused hand touch your cheek.

"Y/N... I've known for a long time now what my feelings were for you... And I should have done something about it long before now." He said and you placed one of your hands on his shoulder again.

"Why didn't you?"

"Because I let my job get in the way. Because I thought you wouldn't want to take a chance with me. And because of stupid reasons that don't really matter. But I know that the moment you went missing, I couldn't bare the thought of losing you. Then when the trials happened there was so much going on and I didn't want to complicate anything. So I wanted to wait until the court dates were over and when we knew for sure Andre would be gone for good."

"And what about now? Since all of it is over?" You asked in a slightly hushed tone.

"Now... there's nothing else for me to wait for." He said and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Then both of his hands were on your face and he leaned down and kissed you.

The wave of adrenaline rushed through you but then you melted into his touch and closed your eyes. His kiss was so warm and sweet, enough to make you feel light headed as you kissed him back. You could feel the rain hitting you and it was cool in contrast to the closeness between you and Beau.

Your hand went from his shoulder to the back of his neck and he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. This was so worth the wait, and you couldn't dream of a better moment. You fell so hard for this man, and knowing that he felt the same way for you made you feel happier than you've been in such a long time.

When Beau pulled away, your foreheads were pressed against each other. He had taken your breath away and you were trying to remember how to form words.

"I love you, Y/N L/N..."

Those words, even if they came a bit sooner than you expected, were the very words you had wanted to tell him for the longest time.

"I love you too, Beau Arlen."

And from there, you knew that the two of you would spend a lifetime that you had always dreamed of having. You knew that this would be something that not even the best fairy tale could match, and the rest of your life would be spent with the man that meant the world to you.

Your heart was his, and his was yours, forever intertwined and maybe even entangled for eternity.

Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this Beau x Reader fanfiction and it was such a joy to write! Thank you to all of you who commented, reblogged, and liked. It's truly appreciated.

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Prologue

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

[pinksatinpanties]

ARREST MEEEEE

BUT MAKE IT SEXYYYYY

[bluemerakis]

two cowboys. two holes. two rides to catch.

it’s gonna happen. idk how, idk when, but it’s gonna happen.

mark my words.

@bohemianblasphemy 😝

[tortureddarkstar]

✩ SHE

LIVES FOR THE MEMORY / / A WOMAN WHO’S JUST IN HIS HEAD

BEAU ARLEN X GN!READER

EXPLICIT CONTENT. MINORS DNI.

summary: beau can’t get you out of his head

warnings: blowjobs, gagging, (borderline?) somno

inspired by: she- harry styles

beau had officially broken the record for being the neediest man ever. it was only 9am and he had already pitched a tent in his pants.

he’d assumed that his morning would be as routine as always, beau would wake up, remind you of last night and then leave for work. but today, you’d reversed the roles and instead, you’d decided to wake him up with undoubtedly the best head he’d received in his 46 years of existence.

and now, flashbacks of the last hour had been rolling in his mind instead of solutions for this weeks criminal. as he stared blankly at his computer screen, beau played back this morning.

how he could feel you before his hazed mind even registered what was going on. how your hands splayed themselves out on his lower abdomen as your face nuzzled into his sweatpants. how those same deft hands palmed him before releasing his throbbing length.

before opening his eyes, he remembered revelling in how your hands stroked him oh-so-softly before feeling your warm mouth on him.

beau recalled extending a hand down to your head to cradle your hair, pushing you down his cock, eliciting a light gag from you and an endearing groan from him when his tip nudged the back of your throat.

he remembered mumbling out words of praise before opening his eyes, feeling heaven at the picture in front of him. you, naked as your body draped over his lap, arched to take him as best as possible.

beau groaned again, this time in agony, as he glanced at the clock above his office door. 9:15, it read. the tent in his pants hadn’t magically disappeared nor had it stopped aching.

beau realised he’d have to deal with these visions of you all day, practically living in his daydreams.

yeah as you can tell, i’ve finished watching big sky and am sort of on a beau arlen high. sorry not sorry lol- n.

[xoxomilesteller]

Beau Arlen NSFW Head Cannons

Beau Arlen does not give one, he’s disgusting. he comes home from work or from working on the farm, covered in dirt, mud, and sweat, but he’ll still lay it down on you. he’s disgusting in that way. he’d come home all sweaty and practically smother himself on you to cover you in his scent. it starts off cute, he just holds you down and rubs himself on you as you giggle. then his hands slides up under your shirt. there’ll be times where both of you are covered in mud and dirt, but that only seems to spur him on. and then he’d ask to shower with you, so you can both “clean up.”

Beau Arlen is a big fan of day time sex. if the sun is shining, his cock is hard. In the mornings before work, he doesn’t even ask you to turn to the side. a little morning breath can not get this man’s lips off of yours. you’d playfully smack his arm, earning a lazy smile from him, which makes you give in. in the afternoons, if you guys are both outside, it’s ending in a fuck. the sunshine just does something to beau. he cannot keep his hands off of you when it’s present. you can be outside, sunbathing while he washes his truck and he’ll come up, blocking the sun. if you’re not already on your back, he’ll flip you over and pull the flimsy strings of your bikini off. he owns a lot of land, so no one will see either way.

Beau Arlen loves cowgirl. to him, there’s nothing better than a face full of tits and being able to see your pretty face scrunch up. he likes making the eye contact with you, seeing your pretty eyes glass up as his cock destroys you.

Beau Arlen is a spitter. before he even gets his face near your pussy, he’ll always spit on it, just because. he just likes coating you in something that’s his. before he slides himself in you, he’ll spit into his palm and lazily stroke his dick. when you give him handjobs, he’ll spit right onto his cock, not your hand because that’s disrespectful, and encourage you to spit on it too.

Beau Arlen gets messy. if you guys are on the bed, pillows will be thrown off the bed. the sheets will be slipping off. if he sets you on the counter, you better hope there’s nothing breakable on it, because he will be pushing it all off. in the moment, the only thing running through his head is you to the point that he cannot care less if there is anything in his or your way, it’s getting pushed or thrown. he sweats easy, so his hair is stuck to his forehead. his body is glistening with sweat. he’ll make sure you feel his sweaty body too, pressing himself to your body so you can feel just how easily his skin slides against yours. and if he decides to pull out, his cum gets everywhere.

AN: ugh i want beau SO bad also this was not based off like any au or anything like that buttttt it’s a work in progress i have a very long dbf!beau coming soon (like 40+ chapters long bc i can’t write for crap and idk how to pace) and some of these things can be liked tied back to him idk now im just rambling have a great night/day

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[zepskies]

BIG SKY MASTERLIST

Beau Arlen 🤠

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut) Stories are Beau Arlen x Reader unless otherwise noted.

Didn't Mean to Stay** After three months, you ask Beau to make it clear. Is he serious about this relationship, or are you two just passing time?

A Good Man Is Hard to Find** When Beau starts pulling away from you and Emily during a very difficult case, will the pressure make or break your relationship?

A Crime of Passion** When Beau Arlen decides to “make it up to you,” he’s damn thorough.

S.I.N.G.** Beau wishes you’d take this self-defense lesson a little more seriously.

Echoes Beau has another rough night, but you help him face a harder truth.

Shades of Him You make sure Beau isn’t alone this Christmas.

Take Me Home** You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you both have a past you’re running from.

Series complete!

Beau gives you the support you need.** 💞 After getting home from a terrible day at work, Beau's able to lighten your mood.

Headcanon:** How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to seeing your breast reduction scars. ❤️‍🩹

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would make up for pissing you off. 😤

Headcanon:** How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you teasing him under the table. 😉

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you getting "morning" sickness during pregnancy. 🤢

Headcanon:** How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you (getting caught) wearing his clothes. 👕

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would act while you're in labor with his child. 🍼

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Jason Teague would react to you sleepwalking. 😴

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to your surprise pregnancy. 😧

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw would react to someone flirting with you. (And others flirting with them.) 😡💚

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben), would react to your body insecurity. 💗

Headcanon: What Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw would order at a coffee shop. ☕

Headcanon: When Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Boaz Priestly get sick, how would they act when you (try to) take care of them? 🤧

Headcanon: What Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw's ideal homes would be. 🏡

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Four men, One Birthday 🎂

@zepskies I got this amazing request from @deanwinchestersgirl8734 to write you a fanfict from all of us who like you and your fanfics/work. (Including myself)

To honour you I couldn't just choose one character so instead I made 4 small fics.

Happy belated birthday! 🎂

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** Dean**

The Impala parked at the edge of an empty field outside Lebanon. The stars were bright and unapologetically bold, like Dean Winchester himself.

Alex leaned back on the hood of the car, a greasy burger in one hand, fries in the other. Dean sat next to her, sipping a cold soda, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"This is your idea of a romantic dinner?" she teased, bumping her shoulder into his. "Via cheeseburger?"

"Hey," he said, feigning offense. "This isn't just a cheeseburger. This is the 'Greasy Dan's Ultimate Double Stack'—only served after 10 PM. Limited edition."

She laughed, tossing a fry at him. "And the stars? Was that your plan or just coincidence?"

Dean tilted his head, watching her face glow in the moonlight. "Bit of both. Figured you deserved something quiet. Something real."

Alex went quiet. Sometimes Dean surprised her—not with gifts or gestures—but with presence. With the way he saw her when no one else really did.

"Thanks, Dean," she said softly.

He leaned in, bumping his knee against hers. "Happy Birthday."

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**Beau**

Alex didn’t expect much when she walked through her front door. Maybe a quiet evening, maybe some takeout—definitely not a burst of confetti and a chorus of “SURPRISE!” that nearly made her drop her keys.

The house had been transformed—twinkling lights hung like vines from the ceiling, soft music played in the background, and the smell of warm cupcakes lingered in the air.

Beau Arlen stood in the middle of it all, looking proud and a little nervous in that charming cowboy way of his. He wore a button-up that had obviously been ironed with care, and in his hand, a birthday crown that looked like it belonged at a kid’s party.

“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart,” he said, stepping forward and placing the crown gently on her head.

Alex blinked, overwhelmed. “You did all this?”

He nodded. “Yes m'am. Wanted you to feel special. You’re always thinkin’ about everybody else. Figured someone oughta do the same for you.”

Her eyes shimmered as she took it all in—friends from town, a handmade banner that read *“Alex: One of a Kind”*, and in the corner, a photo booth with props Beau probably didn’t even understand but set up anyway.

Later, when most of the guests had gone, Beau handed her a cupcake topped with a single candle. Just the two of them now, in the quiet after the party.

“Make a wish, beautiful ” he said.

She looked at him, then the candle, and smiled.

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**Ben**

The day after her birthday, Alex opened her front door to the smell of... something burning.

“Ben?” she called, cautiously stepping inside.

“In the kitchen!” his voice echoed back, followed by a *clang*, a muffled curse, and the sound of something definitely not supposed to sizzle.

She stepped in to find Ben, sleeves rolled up, and a proud (but sweaty) smile on his face—standing beside a table set for two. The centerpiece? A meal that looked like it had fought back.

“Happy... belated birthday?” he said, sheepishly.

Alex raised a brow, crossing her arms “You forgot.”

“I remembered—just, you know, twenty-four hours too late,” he admitted. “But I brought reinforcements.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a velvet box. Inside, nestled in dark blue satin, was a vintage necklace—delicate gold with a small emerald center. Old, but timeless.

“Found it at an antique shop,” he said, voice softer. “Figured something with a little history deserved someone who’s got a hell of a story herself.”

Alex stared at it, touched in that deep, quiet way. “Ben... it’s beautiful.”

He shrugged, then motioned to the plate of whatever-he-tried-to-cook. “Now, the food—uh, don’t hold it against me. I was going for ‘modern man’—but I think we better not eat it.”

She laughed, loud and unfiltered, as she walked over and hugged him tight. 'You’re ridiculous,” she said into his chest.

“Yeah, I know this new man shit his bullshit” he chuckled. “But I’m trying. For you.”

She pulled back and looked up at him, the necklace catching light between them.

“That’s all I wanted.”

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**Russell**

Alex wasn’t expecting him. Not really. Not after weeks of radio silence and disappearing into whatever shadows Russell called work. But there he was, standing outside her door in his battered leather jacket, hands in his pockets, a little out of place—but unmistakably him.

“Russell?” she blinked.

“Hey,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching into something like a smile. “Didn’t miss it, did I?”

“You’re a few hours late,” she said, teasing. “But I guess I’ll let it slide.”

“I brought something,” he said, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a folded map—real old, worn at the edges, with scribbled notes in the margins. “Marked some spots. Places I thought you might wanna go, for... I don't know a first date?"

She unfolded it slowly. National parks. Hidden diners. Remote stargazing cliffs. Each marked in red ink, with small notes like *‘sunset here’s unreal’* or *‘you’d like the music in this one.’*

“I figured... maybe you’d let me take you. One at a time.”

Alex was quiet, touched in a way she couldn’t quite say out loud. “You made me a road trip?”

Russell shrugged, suddenly looking unsure. “You always talk about wanting to see the world. I figured maybe I could be better at sticking around… if the world was with you.”

She stepped forward, fingers curling into his jacket. “You came all this way... just to see me?"

He looked down at her, voice low. “I don’t do big parties. But I do show up—for you.”

She smiled. “Then you gave me exactly what I wanted.”

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