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[i-wanna-write]

It’s Fate - Bode Donovan x Reader. SMUT

Prompt: Any type of Bode Smut requested by @bsarg

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, cuss words, trying not to get caught, fluff

Words: 2000+

A/N: Second ever smut so still improving! Again, all images found from Google!

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Sneaking off was not what you signed up for when this all started, yet here you are. You never thought you'd be sneaking into and out of Three Rock Con Camp to have an hour or two of passion, yet here you are. You never thought you'd be hooking up with your Captain's son, your dead best friend's brother, and your ex, yet here you are.

You and Bode Donovan met when you were little and it was friendship at first sight. Some would say it's fate. Throughout the years you two got closer and you also got closer with his sister, the two of you often ganging up on him.

The friendship line blurred and it ended with the two of you naked, and in bed together. That one night turned into many nights and those many nights turned into a full blown relationship filled with trust, love, and passion.

You stayed by his side during his battle with addiction and his sisters death but than he left everything and you behind. So when he showed up again, at Three Rock Con Camp of course you were angry at him. Irate. Furious. All those words that can be used to describe anger and hurt.

Yet he wasn't the same man he was when he left and it seemed that fate wanted you two in each others lives. Because the past year you've been getting to know each other again as you've both grown and the anger you've held has slowly left. In that place, your love, passion, and desire for him has returned.

And it seemed the feelings were mutual.

So the past few months, you've been sneaking on and off the camp for a night - maybe an hour or two - with Bode. You lived for those moments where the two of you could revert back to your old selves. To those sweet and tender and goofy moments. To those moments where the past is in the past, the future in the future, and the two of you can just be with each other in the present.

All this leads to now, where Bode is holding your right hand in his as he leads you to a shed on Three Rock's property. It houses everything from fire equipment to toilet paper but you don't mind.

As soon as the door closes, Bode is on you, your back pressed against the door as his lips connect with yours. Your hands find themselves moving up towards his neck and pulling lightly at the long hair growing there as you move together.

Your tongues move together slowly, both of you savoring the moment and in no rush for the moment to end. His hands move down your sides lightly, goosebumps rising before they settle on your ass and softly squeeze the flesh.

You pull your lips away for a breath but Bode doesn't stop as he moves his lips slowly down your neck, leaving ghost kisses in their wake. A smile is brought to your lips at the feeling and you throw your head back with a sigh.

His lips are back on yours, capturing it and your tongues continue their dance, teasing each other. You explore each others mouths, teeth occasionally clashing but neither of you minding. You feel his hands move from your ass to reach the bottom of your t-shirt, pulling it up and breaking the kiss so he can have you in just your bra, tossing it somewhere to be forgotten.

He stares at your boobs for a moment, eyes darkening before he leans forwards and latches onto the top of one, kissing and bitting. His other hand snakes underneath the bra cup of your neglected one, swirling around the nipple before pinching it. You immediately feel heat rush to your core and buck your lips forward to feel his cock straining against his jeans.

This motion causes him to bite down on your boob harder, and you let out a low moan, throwing your head back against the wall. This causes something to fall from one of the shelves next to the door and it clatters to the floor.

Bode immediately pulls away, eyes narrowing to see what the sound was. You giggle, laughing at the situation that you're both in.

"Shh." He says, looking around the shed as if he thinks Captain Manny is going to pop out and catch you two.

"It was a fire helmet Bode." You say, still giggling at the look on his face.

He turns back to you and gives you a grin, shaking his head before pulling you away from the door. You watch as he grabs a fire blanket from one of the shelves and lays it on the floor, gesture for you to lay down.

'Ever the gentleman' You think to your self, moving to sit so your hands are supporting you from behind and legs out in front of you.

Wanting to be rid of the bra as one cup is already disheveled from Bode's hands, you unclasp it and toss it to the side. Bode stares at you and butterflies move in your belly at the look on his face.

You arch your eyebrow at him, silently asking what he's going to do about your new state of undress. He answers by kneeling down and moving your legs further apart to settle between them. He pushes you down onto the blanket and is once again kissing you.

Your nipples harden at the feel of his shirt scratching against your skin and you lightly bite his lip due to the feeling. He lets out a groan, pulling away to attach his lips to your neck, sucking your pulse point. You once again let you a moan and Bode pulls away.

"Shh." Bode whispers against your skin, moving towards your boobs, this time the one that didn't receive any attention.

"Well maybe if you'd move this along." You whisper breathlessly, bucking your hips up into his as he bites down on your nipple.

"Patience." He says, kissing his way down your stomach.

His tongue swirls around your belly button before it reaches the top of your shorts. His fingers make their way to undo them and you raise your hips so he can slide them off you.

He does just that, leaving you completely naked and him fully clothed. Something you can't help but point out.

"This is hardly fair." You state, gesturing to his clothing.

Bode gives you an amused smile, reaching down to pull his shirt off over his head. You lick your lips at this and go to make a remark but are stopped as his lips reach your thigh.

You lay your head back down and close your eyes as you feel him kiss his way to your core. He blows on you before placing a kiss on your bundle of nerves, you hips bucking into his face. He places a hand over your stomach to hold you down, this time allowing his tongue to swipe up and into your core.

"Fuck Bode." You moan as his tongue enters you.

He tongue moves in and out of you, sliding every now and again to your bundle, biting it lightly to tease you.

"Fuck, Fuck." You say, moving your hands that were gripping the blanket to grip and pull at his hair.

At this, Bode uses his hand that is not holding you down to have a finger enter you and you gasp at the intrusion. He moves it at an agonizingly slow pace, using his mouth to bite on your bundle. Soon, another finger is entered and you roll your eyes back, moaning. You feel him curl his fingers up, rubbing the spot you needed him to.

"Oh God!" You say. "Don't stop, I'm close." You state, trying to pull his head even closer to your most intimate part.

Bode picks up his pace, his thumb's pressure increasing and fingers moving faster. You feel your body start to tense but apparently Bode does as well as he pulls completely away, mouth and hands leaving you.

"What the fuck Bode!" you ask, immediately sitting up on your hands.

Bode is just smiling down at you. You can't help but laugh at the sight. His stubble is glistening due to your juices and you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your taste off him.

"Remember, patience." He says.

"Fuck patience. Fuck me now or I'll finish myself." You threaten, reaching forward for the belt buckle on his jeans.

Bode just laughs lightly at your impatience but slaps your hands away, removing his pants and boxers himself. He's now kneeled before you in all his glory, cock stood to attention, red and dripping precum.

You lick your lips at the sight and decide that two can play at this game. You sit up and lunge forward pushing him so now he's the one laying down with you on top.

"Fuck." He says, his head having hit the hard ground at the motion.

"Sorry." You say, giggling while he shakes his head at you.

He looks at you through hooded eyelids as you're kneeled between his legs. You smile, leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum. He lets out a groan, eyes flutter close as you slowly take him in your mouth.

You take him half way, one of your hands moving with your mouth for the length you cannot take. Your tongue swirls with the movement and you feel his hands grab at your hair, guiding your head up and down his length.

Your other hand moves to grip his balls, moving over them slightly, knowing what he likes. He bucks his hips, his cock hitting the back of your throat and you pull back, almost all the way to tease him before taking as much as you can again.

"Fuck Y/N" Bode groans out.

"Shh." You pull back to say before increasing your pace, his hips bucking up once more.

As your pace increases, so does his bucking and you know he's close so you take him a few more times before pulling away completely, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You sit back on your knees, smiling as his eyes pop open at the loss of you. You give him a look, as if asking 'see how I felt'. He shakes his head before grabbing your hips, pulling you on top of him.

You feel his cock hit your core, and can't help but let out a moan, all the teasing leading to this moment. His lips attach onto yours again, teething clashing and tongues swirling. Your hands moves up and down his chest, nails scratching slightly while his move over your back, reaching down to grip your ass.

You grind against his hard member, wanting him to finally enter you already. You get your wish as he slips his cock into you, a gasp escaping you at the intrusion. He pulls you down onto him by your hips, entering all the way into you.

You both pant, just staying connected for a moment before Bode feels you relax and begins to move your hips off him before pulling you back down again. You begin to move your hips, starting a slow yet deep pace as you pull your mouth from his and rest your hands on his chest for leverage as you bounce up and down.

Bode's hands leave your hips now that you've set a pace and grabs your boobs, squeezing them and twisting your nipples. Your hips continue to move at the slow pace, pulling back slowly only to snap back down to take him as deep as you can.

His gaze is settled on your face, watching as your eyebrows furrow and eyes are closed as you relish in just the feeling of you becoming one. Remembering your teasing from earlier, Bode's hands slide down to grip your hips, pulling you off him.

You give him a confused look before a squeak of surprise leaves your lips as he rolls you over so he's on top, his cock once again sliding into you.

You don't complain as he sets a new pace, this one just as deep but faster. His one hand moves to your left hip, wrapping your leg around his waist so he can get the right angle while his left grabs your hand, pinning it by your face and enclasping your fingers with his.

He leans down to attack your neck with bites and kisses, your free hand now pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. His right hand moves down to your nub, thumb drawing hard circles around it to bring you back to the edge from before.

"Fuck Bode, you better not stop this time!" You moan, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, hand gripping his tightly.

"Don't plan on it." He mumbles against your neck.

You buck your hips to meet each of his thrusts, feeling heat move throughout your body and down to your core.

"Bode, I'm gonna-" You're cut off by a harsh kiss, his hips hammering into yours, thumb moving roughly as your coil snaps, toes curing and stars in your eyes.

"Fuck!" You exclaim, your core squeezing his cock as you cum.

Bode continues to fuck you through your high, his own close. He feels the sensation travel down his spine to his toes, pounding into you before finally letting out a grunt, releasing himself into you.

"Fuck Y/N" He groans, his hips slowing before finally stopping, his mouth near your ear as he pants into it.

You move your hands up and down his back lightly, wincing slightly as he removes his cock from you. That's the only movement as he stays laying on top of you, both of you catching your breaths.

One of your hands reaches the hair on his neck, playing with it slightly, a smile on your face. Bode places a small kiss to your neck before pulling away, rolling onto his back and sitting up slightly so his back is against one of the shelves.

This causes another item to fall and at this, you both start to laugh.

"You're terrible at trying to be quiet." You whisper to him through laughter.

He gives you a playful glare before reaching for you, rolling your body so you're now half on your stomach, half on your side, head and left hand on his chest.

You feel his own left arm wrap around you and it slowly moves up and down your back soothingly. Meanwhile, your hand plays with the small chest hair on his body moving in small circles.

"I don't get it." Bode whispers, breaking the few moments of silence.

"Get what?" You question, looking up to stare into his blue eyes.

"So much has happened. I've done so much. I'm literally a convict and you have to sneak in to be with me. Yet here you are." He says, running his finger down your cheek.

"Yet here I am." You state, smiling slightly, moving your hand through his hair and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. "Because it's fate."

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A/N: Hope it was good!

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Happy Fathers Day

Today is Father's Day, normally it would be an ordinary day, but this one's a little different.

As I'm walking through the halls, I look at everyone, laughing, hugging without a care in the world. I sigh, then I see him. "Can I talk to you?" I ask. "sure" he replies. I wait a moment, "alone" I state, he rolls his eyes "Fine" and we walk off to a secluded area of the school. My dorm room.

He sits on my bed as I close and lock the door, "Do you remember that night, at the sorority house?" I question. He sits up all smug-like and says "Yeah, how could I forget?" he chuckles. "This isn't funny Max" I argue. He stands up and puts his hands on my hips, "What's wrong?" He asks with the look of concern and worry in his eyes. I quickly shrug his hands off walk to my desk and throw a white thin stick with a pink cap on it to him. He looks at the solid double red lines and looks at me. "Happy Father's Day Max" I state with tears threatening to fall. He backs up to my bed and slowly slides down to the floor, I know I should worry about how I feel about this, but I can't find it in me right now, he has his whole life ahead of him. I slowly walk over and sit right in front of him with my hands on his knees, "You Okay?" I ask. A few moments go by, and the awful silence is deafening. "when did you find out?" he questions. "Yesterday," I say "Okay, what are we going to do?" he whispers. "honestly?" I ask "Honestly," he says. "um, well I know that I want to keep this baby, but I'm worried for you" I admit. "ME!?" he exclaims, "why are you worried about me?" "Because!" I pause and take a deep breath "Because I don't want to ruin any chances you have for football and for any other things you want to do in life, like acting. I don't want you to feel like you're going to be held ba-" he kisses me passionately before saying "I don't give a damn about my career, I want to be here in this babies life, and yours. I love you" he states. I can feel the tears running down my cheeks before I realized I was sobbing, "I love you, Max, so much" I say as his arms are pulling me into him. "we are in this together. forever and always" he says. "forever and always Max"

[nade2308]

Summary: Just as planned, Sli put him into the team that were going to get Ice out of the car, and he worked just as he would any other day, devoted to getting the person out, and putting his feelings in a box until the job was done.

Notes:

Hello, again. I am coming with the Fire Country AU this time which was a large part of how my July went (fooled around with this idea, wrote a bit in the AU, established some of the characters and whatnot).

Anyway, the main idea started few months ago while I was watching a Fire Country ep on TV. I was trying to imagine how it would look like if Ice and Mav were in this situation, and this little AU was born.

In case you are not familiar with the show, it deals with a bunch of prisoners that work at a camp that helps firefighters to reduce their ssntence and to be able to get out on parole.

A lot has happened in season 1, but that shall be explained more and written about in the story when I get to it. For now consider this a little teaser.

On that note, I am putting some explanation about the characters.

Characters:

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell - Bode Leone (a prisoner in the Tree Rock camp, former drug addict and the adoptive son of Mike and Mary, uses his actual given name so he is not connected to them)

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky - Gabriela Perez (Ice is already an established firefighter in this AU, the son of a Cal Fire Captain. Without Gabriela's background)

Mike 'Viper' Metcalf - Vince Leone (Cal Fire Batallion Chief, he blamed Mav for the death of his biological son)

Mary Metcalf - Sharon Leone (Cal Fire Division Chief)

Slider - Eve Edwards (Firefighter in the Cal Fire Department)

Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw - Freddie Mills (Goose is one of the prisoners. He met Mav in prison and immediately got protective of him, they became best friends. Nicknamed Goose because he got scared of a goose thinking it was a bear during one of the first tasks he had as a firefighter)

Carole Bradshaw - Cookie (she is Goose's wife, pregnant with Bradley at the start of the story)

Bill 'Cougar' Cortell (Metcalf for this story) - Riley Donovan (Mike's and Mary's biological son, died in a car crash)

Sam 'Merlin' Wells - Jake Crawford (Firefighter in Cal Fire)

Ice's father - Manny Perez (Ice's father is the Captain in Cal Fire, and in charge of the Tree Rock camp)

Jester - Luke Leone (Jester is close to Viper, they are like brothers)

I took the liberty to putting Carole as one of the paramedics, as well as Sarah, who is Ice's sister in this. I also headcanoned some of the flyboys as well as some of the TGM crew as firefighters or probies, and because I love that, I added some of the daggers' mothers as firefighters. Hopefully it will all make sense when I get to write the whole story eventually.

Of course, none of this would have happened without @thethistlegirl enabling. Thank you so much for that and for loving this AU just as much as I do.

[salvatoreschool]

‘Legacies’ 2×06 Review: “That’s Nothing I Had to Remember”

Legacies Season 2 Episode 6 “That’s Nothing I Had to Remember” is yet another amazing episode for the show’s sophomore season. It has all of the things that drew fans to the TVD Universe in the first place, while also making sure Legacies stands on its own feet.

“That’s Nothing I Had to Remember” has so many great callbacks, character team-ups, and monster hi-jinx that it’s difficult to pick a favorite part. Whether it’s Lizzie and Landon’s brilliantly-paired comedic timing or Josie visiting a very familiar face for The Originals fans, this episode has it all.

A Pretty Little Liar

“That’s Nothing I Had to Remember” let viewers in on a bit of the very attractive and mysterious vampire Sebastian’s backstory. However, MG is a little too quick to understanding, especially since that leads him to reuniting Lizzie and Sebastian.

It is understandable that MG would want to give Sebastian the benefit of the doubt and believe the best, rather than the worst, but there should have been more resistance. Sebastian initially tells members of the Super Squad that he has killed multiple people, and it is known that he used Wade to revive his desiccated body, but none of those things set off alarm bells after Sebastian tells the story about him and Cassandra.

Yes, the story of Sebastian reeking bloody havoc on a town could be a reconstruction of his memories to account for missing Malivore monsters, but it seems suspicious that his memory would construct Sebastian as the monster of the tale. This posits that some part of Sebastian is capable of doing such a thing, if Sebastian is able to present that story to others with such conviction.

In that sense, Sebastian makes for a perfect foil for a character like MG. They live completely different lives and are products of completely different social standards and cultures. As interesting as it will be to see Lizzie interact with what she believed to be her literal dream guy, it will also be quite compelling to see the Sebastian and MG’s respective ideologies go head to head.

Always & Forever

This episode reunites Hope Mikaelson with her incredibly beautiful, powerful, and smart Aunt Freya (Riley Voelkel). There really aren’t enough compliments for Freya Mikaelson. She is truly a force to be reckoned with, and her few scenes in “That’s Nothing I Had to Remember” solidify that.

Fans of The Originals probably feel right at home at Rousseau’s, which is where Josie finds the infamous witch. Josie even sees the wall of Freya’s loved ones, some who have sadly passed away due to the events of The Originals. The recognition of those characters is the perfect reminder to fans that Legacies exists inside of such a rich universe with even richer stories.

This sentiment becomes even more obvious when Freya tells Josie that her wife, Keelin, is watching their son Nik that night. That’s right! Freya’s son is named after the legendary Klaus Mikaelson himself. Here’s to hoping that he doesn’t take after his mischievous uncle too much.

Though, the most emotional of Freya’s scenes comes near the episode’s end. Hope is all alone at the Commonwealth Day celebration, watching families and loved ones spend quality time with each other. Even after everyone’s memories are restored, Hope is still alone. At least, that’s what she thinks.

Freya appears just in time to give her niece the hug she so desperately needs. It gives Hope the chance to break and feel relief for once. Hope could crumble a bit in Freya’s arms and know everything would be okay.

The way Legacies seamlessly weaves Freya into this episode proves the strength of the TVD Universe. The Legacies characters have such strong bonds with so many different characters from The Vampire Diaries and The Originals that it is easy to let them interact. One can only imagine what will take place when Kai Parker pays Mystic Falls a visit in some way, shape, or form. Similar to Matt Donovan and Freya Mikaelson, these cameos only enriches the stories of everyone involved. They don’t feel self-serving; they’re organic, and that’s beautiful.

Self Love Isn’t Selfish

Josie goes through quite the journey in this episode, and a conclusion can be drawn from it. It’s not a new or remarkable one, as it has been relevant since Legacies’s series premiere. Josie needs to love herself before she can love anyone else. This is the same for a lot of the characters on the show, but for the purpose of this review, it is prevalent with Josie and Rafael in “That’s Nothing I Had to Remember.”

Josie doesn’t believe that Landon would ever choose her over Hope. This signifies that Josie doesn’t think she could be worth loving over Hope, that she wouldn’t measure up. While Hope and Landon have a sweeping romantic past, that does not erase what her and Landon had or even have.

Josie never gives herself the benefit of the doubt, and for her to truly be with someone, she needs to realize that she is a catch. Josie and Lizzie have been the most independent than they’ve ever been this season, and that has only influenced their individuality in good ways. Josie is clearly a girl with a giant heart who is too afraid of getting hurt to let herself fall too fast. This is only going to continue now that everyone’s Malivore’s memories are back.

If Landon does make the decision to break things off with Josie, it would only be beneficial for Josie to take the time that follows to get to know herself, to truly love herself.

Josie may even find some comfort in talking with Rafael, who once again subordinates his own feelings to benefit that of his best friend. Rafael always steps back when the situation can benefit Landon, and as admirable and lovely as that is, Rafael needs to put himself first every once in a while.

Rafael cannot continue acting as if his feelings don’t matter. It can’t be healthy for him to internalize all of that, especially as he grapples with being in his body again.

Let these two kids love themselves so they can love others, please and thank you.

Hypocritical Hero

Ric hasn’t been up to all that much this season, but what he does in “That’s Nothing I Had to Remember” doesn’t bode well for his character. Ric asks Kaleb to compel Sheriff Mac to forget that Ric told her about the supernatural world.

Ric has done this before to other characters over the course of the series, but it seems especially wrong now. This is not to say that Ric victimizing humans to compulsion without their consent at any point is a good thing. It just to say this the newest and most relevant case of this.

Ric was voted out of the position of Headmaster because the kids believed there needed to be change. That’s fine and fair. However, Ric has always stood by his beliefs and his rules. He is someone who has always believed in truth, knowledge, and justice. Those beliefs become flimsy when he manipulates them to benefit his situation.

Ric knows to keep his distance from Sheriff Mac even though he likes her and believes she would make a great partner in all of the supernatural-crime fighting, but he is honest with her. Then Ric compels that moment of honesty away in a deceitful action. He takes her agency from making a decision on the facts she knows and what he shared with her, because it is what Ric believes to be the best.

In a show that looks to tell supernatural stories with nuance and care, Ric’s journey this season looks to be telling quite an interesting story. Ric is someone audiences are meant to side with and root for as a hero. He is a renowned vampire hunter, historian, and general badass, but he also makes mistakes. He doesn’t always follow what he believes, and that is hypocritical.

This makes him an exciting character to watch this season. He’s blurring a lot of lines, which only proves there is still so much to learn about a character that has been on some fans’ TVs for a decade.

Other Spelltacular Moments

All of Lizzie’s nerdy references are perfectly delivered.

Hope saying, “Democracy isn’t what it used to be,” is a great moment of not-so-subtle shade.

How long had Lizzie been hiding under that table?

Sebastian better call everyone turnips forever.

Kym is an official member of the Super Squad now, right?

“I had a crush on Josie for a week when we were 14.” – Hope Mikaelson making the internet explode

MAYOR DONOVAN. It’s what Matt deserves. Although, it can’t be easy being Ric’s lawyer.

Legacies is new Thursdays at 9/8c on The CW.

[sabrina-christiansen]

jamesdonovanxlust​:

“And independence is bad for religion.” he smirked a little though religious debate was not really on the top of his mind at the moment. “I mean he was not physically abusive or anything like that. In his own way I’m pretty sure he loved me and if I had magic I am sure things would have been better. Once puberty happened and even a couple years after that I think they became disinterested in me. Their focus just making sure I did not become a disappointment.’ He had spent so much time thinking of this for years even. He looked at Sabrina when she said she knew someone who knew his mom intimately. “I’m not sure I even want to know who. My mom never mentioned being close with anyone. I think she was hooking up with a neighbor but she didn’t say anything was serious.” Then again his mom had been a little too involved around the females in his life. “I’m not entirely sure about that for all I know some incubus knocked her up just wrong place wrong time and ended up with me. my mom bought into the family legacy and maybe there is a point to it all. All I know is that I’m allways going to be there for my kids even if I get that harem going off island.” he laughed a little and got up. “I think I’ll slow down a little and have rum and coke. I need to get a snack for Caesar.” He went into the kitchen getting out a small plate and some grapes cutting them up for the monkey and smiled as he came back setting it on the table and Caesar jumped over to it. “Maybe I should write a letter. Figure things out easier and then decide later whether or not to send it. it is kinda of a simple psych tool to work through complex emotions so might as well use my degree for myself.”

Thought and freedom never boded well for those seeking control over others. She could only imagine that religion was one of the ways that his grandparents sought influence over James’ life and actions. She imagined that once he might have been a good little Church mouse, but that would have been the literal death of him. As horrid as she knew his awakening had been, Sabrina was glad to know that he’d made it out of there alive. So much worse could have happened if he continued to live the way that his grandparents dictated. “The magic they wanted you mean.” James had magic of his own. As charming as the man was, she’d seen the uncanny influence that he held over others. It was partly him, partly the incubus in him. That person that they wanted James to be was nothing more than a fantasy. The real man was of far more value. It was a shame that the Donovans never saw that. “Yeah, you don’t want to know.” Sabrina didn’t want to know. Some things were better left unshared, but others simply had to spread the good news in their lives. “Maybe you should talk to Professor Black? He might know a few other incubi. I don’t think there are that many in the world.” Through Em, Brina knew that the man was one of the few other incubi on the island. Something was familiar about the man, yet he always acted as if there were some big secret Sabrina was not to know. Rather than badger him, she learned to keep to herself. She did miss Em though. Wherever her friend might be, she hoped that she was happy. If he could see that he was doing incredibly well for himself compared to the other incubi, maybe that would help. “You will make a great dad one day.” She smiled, pouring the drink for James and grabbing a soda for herself. “It couldn’t hurt. If you send it, then he knows your feelings. If not, you got it out. Also I think there’s some witchy thing dealing with fire and bonds, but that is something you gotta talk to the witches about.” 

[Text from James] I need help with something. Any chance you can come over, or I can come to you?

Brina: Sure, just give me a few minutes. Brina: What's up?

@jamesdonovanxlust

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Heavy #3

Heavy #3 Vault Comics 2020 Written by Max Bemis Illustrated by Eryk Donovan Coloured by Cris Peter Lettered by Taylor Esposito    When Bill and Slim's next job brings them face-to-face with a former Heavy gone rogue, Bill starts to realize that the Big Wait might not be everything it claims to be. But that mystery will have to be put on hold until he and his psychopathic partner deal with their next set of targets: every version of Slim throughout space and time.    I have to admit that this is kind of what I was waiting for.  Bill is finally having enough of Slim and his behaviour while beginning to question the reality of his situation.  Granted it doesn’t hurt that a Cyberpunk Lenny Kravitz, pure and utter genius by the way, is there to put more than a seed of doubt into his mind.  Max surprised me with the opening here and how deep it is.  That is some hardcore stuff to both write and go through and I’d imagine he went through it in order to write it this well.  At this point I want to sleep with him and experience it for myself all that past heartache turned to joy as the one you love is infinitely more tender, gentle and worth it than you’ve ever had in the past or the by the one who took your virginity to begin with.    I am thoroughly enjoying the way that this is being told.  The story & plot development that we see through how the sequence of events unfold as well as how the reader learns information is extremely well done.  For something this Heavy that it is being told with such a charm and grace it is easy to see why Max has emerged as the multiple threat that he has, singer/song writer/composer and comics writer.  The character development is interesting for all the reasons I have mentioned and then some.  We finally learn more about Kyle this issue and that’s well you’ll have to decide if that’s good or bad.  The pacing is superb and as it takes us through the pages revealing the twists & turns along the way we are treated this really mental ride.    I like how we see the structure of the book and how the layers continue to weave their way through with new ones emerging all the time it really is quite properly superb.  The way that everything works together to create the story’s ebb & flow beautifully.    The interiors here are really interesting to me as well.  The linework is great and I like how we see the varying weights being utilised to showcase the detail work.  The creativity and imagination on display here is marvellous and it comes at such great moments that you don’t expect when they occur.  I would like to see more backgrounds in play but that’s my aesthetic so take that for what you will.  The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show a strong eye for storytelling.  The colour work is nicely rendered as well.  I like the colour choices that we see and how the various hues and tones within the colours are being utilised to create the shading, highlights and shadow work that we see. ​    This is a really good book.  Yes it has a ton of violence and it’s basically them taking out the bad guys throughout the multiverse so they can be Punisher like.  However the story is much deeper than that and the ultimate goal of them both is oddly the same and this cannot bode well for either one of them as the story itself nears its completion.  That is if this is going to complete it or if there is going to be so much more still in store.  This is pushing the boundaries of what we’ve come to expect and that’s absolutely stupendous!

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Was Pulisic's Promise of a Win at Azteca too Much? A VICE Sports Debate

Last night, the United States men's national team came away with a solid 2-0 victory against Trinidad and Tobago in the World Cup Qualifiers. After a lot of possession and poor finishing, 18-year-old Christian Pulisic left the field with the game's only two goals. Next up? Mexico at Estadio Azteca on Sunday night.

In a post game interview, Pulisic went on to say, "It's gonna be a tough one down there in Mexico. But we really want some revenge on them from when they got us earlier this year. So, we're really confident going into that game. We're going to come out with a win there, too."

Well we here at VICE Sports decided to see whether or not the young pup deserves to walk so tall on his way into one of the most daunting venues in sports.

Aaron Gordon: For me, his postgame comment that the U.S. is going to win at Azteca is super exciting. He said it with such nonchalance and matter-of-fact calmness that it came off as natural, not pre-planned braggadocio. He has already played at a higher club level than any other U.S. player in history and is performing well. He played at the Bernabeu in a Champions League knockout game. When he steps on the field Sunday, he will be one of the three best players on the field. He has no reason to be intimidated by Azteca or Mexico, and it wasn't until that comment I realized just how unprecedented that is for this national team.

Liam Daniel Pierce: I'm processing things more along the lines of team dynamics. I've seen what the 100,000-seat Azteca can do to the USMNT, and it's not pretty. It is a holy place for El Tri. The USMNT have just one win there—in a friendly nonetheless. A draw elicits wild celebrations. A recent ESPN FC piece talked about what this historic rivalry means for both sides, and it's clear that Mexico gives more of a fuck—as a nation and a team. They won't take this comment lightly. For young-gun Pulisic to all-but promise a win felt a little hasty. You can still see the Trinidad & Tobago battle field poking through the glass of the interview booth. I agree that Pulisic has earned the right to be confident—he has already played at a level no others on the USMNT have—but I think it bodes poorly for him to step so brazenly as a rep for the team. He's earned his stripes on the field, but perhaps not quite yet in the clubhouse. "We're really confident going into that game" is one thing. But then to promise a win feels like a setup for ridicule after failure.

AG: I don't think it bodes poorly at all that Pulisic is stepping into a leadership role; quite the opposite. In fact, I thought it was one of the most interesting developments during the Trinidad & Tobago game. He was often the first—and sometimes only—player speaking to the referee at critical moments. I saw him on a few occasions give instructions to other players and can't recall anyone doing so to him. And there's no real counter-argument to Pulisic adopting a leadership role aside from citing his age, although he exhibits none of the traditional characteristics of youth. For me, his postgame remark was just another facet of this development. Just because he is now a leader doesn't mean he is the only leader. There is still plenty of space for Bradley's experience, for example. But it's about time someone changed the tone heading into the Azteca match.

LDP: I just keep thinking about Clint Dempsey's reaction to being subbed out. You could even argue that earlier in the game Pulisic poached one of Dempsey's goals—all while Dempsey was on the verge of breaking Landon Donovan's all-time scoring record. The former captain (at an old-man 34) had to claw his way back after receiving a diagnosis of an irregular heartbeat, and for him to get subbed off by Bruce Arena in the 61st minute? Well you can see that it didn't go over well. You can imagine how Dempsey felt about Pulisic's post-game comments.

AG: Dempsey was never going to go quietly into that good night.

LDP: Don't Tread on Dempsey.

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You Left Us - Bode Leone/Donovan x Reader

Synopsis: Reader and Bode had a relationship before the accident that changed everything. After that night, Bode left everything and everyone behind, including reader. Now he’s back and reader has some things to say and drops a bombshell.

Takes place during “Pilot”

Disclaimer: I tried googling so much to see how long Bode was gone before returning to Edgewater and there was nothing!!! I think he mentioned he got 4 years for the robbery and 2 years served before parole. So let’s say he’s been gone for 5 years!

Words: 1k +

Warnings: like 1 mention of intimacy, 2 F bombs. I think that’s it!

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When you got the call from Eve, you didn’t know what to think. After all this time he’s just here, in Edgewater, back in your life. 5 years of nothing. Of you trying your damn hardest to find him, to see if he was okay, hell to make sure he’s alive. You came up empty so many times you finally had to give up.

Yet here he is.

In Edgewater at Three Rock. Working as a con firefighter. Working the job that’s his legacy only in an orange jumpsuit rather than the firefighter shield.

Your heart breaks.

The two of you dreampt about your future together so many times. About how he was finally clean and sober and ready to settle down. About how you have been through so much together, and how you were by his side through his worse struggles.

But the accident happened and all of that was thrown away.

All these thoughts, all the memories are running through your head as you stand outside the hospital room. Sharon just went in, looking at her son for the first time in five years.

You watch as Vince creeps into the doorway to look at his son - the man you know he blames for his daughter’s death - and see his mouth move as he utters one sentence.

“What are you doing here Bode?”

Despite your good relationship with Vince, you hate that those words are the first he utters. How he still blames Bode after all these years.

You walk towards the doorway, getting Vince’s attention. He looks at you for a moment before nodding his head and leaving. He said all he needed to say to his son.

You see him for the first time in 5 years, noting how he looks so similar yet so different. The orange jumpsuit doesn’t look right on him. It makes it appear that he’s simply wearing it as a Halloween costume. Your gaze travels up his legs and to his chest, noticing that he’s filled out more and has more muscle.

You can’t seem to bring your eyes to his face.

Sharon notices you and turns toward Bode.

“I’ll give you two a moment.” She says before walking away from her son.

She places her hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently before quietly leaving the room.

Silence fills the room now, neither one of you being the first to speak. Your gaze is straight ahead, locked on Bode’s wide chest.

“Y/N.” He finally says, his voice a whisper.

You finally look at him and want to cry. Despite his bodies physical change, his face is still the same only speckled with blood and cuts. His eyes are just as blue, eyelashes just as long. His chin is draped in stubble, connecting with his hair by his ears. His hair - how you missed running your fingers through it due to its long length and pulling on it during your most intimate moments.

“How- how are you?” Bode questions with such hesitance in his voice.

“How am I?” You repeat slowly. You give a little chuckle. “Well, I’m looking at a ghost of a man I loved, so how do you think I am?”

Bode nods, expecting that answer. “Y/N, I know there’s nothing I can say that-“ Bode starts, taking a step towards you but you interrupt, hand raised.

“Don’t. There is not nothing, and I mean nothing, you can say to me. You had 5 years to say soemthing, anything! But you didn’t. No call, text, email, hell no fucking pigeon sending a letter! I didn’t know if you were somewhere strung out or dead or in jail. But I guess now I have my answer.”

You mutter the last answer, knowing it will cut deep into him like a knife. But he deserves it, you remind yourself. He left you with no explanation, and not once contacted you to simply say he was okay.

You watch as Bode hangs his head, nodding. He agrees with everything you said of course. You were the best thing that ever happened to him, yet he threw it away. Too lost in his own grief to stick around.

“I understand, I do. It’s not an excuse but I couldn’t stay here. I had to leave. I had-“

“You left us!” Your voice raises this time, again cutting him off. “We just moved in together and I had to try to pay it myself. I lost my bestfriend that night and my boyfriend! I’ve had to live the past 5 years without both of you! I had to try to stay afloat! I had to do it by myself. I had to set up appointments and- and deal with the late nights alone and look at schools and -“

This time you cut yourself off, knowing you said too much.

Bode takes another step toward you and now you’re a foot away, eyes locked on his as you know what he’s about to say

“Us?” He questions quietly. “What do you mean us? Us who?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed and mind racing.

You sigh, tears falling from your eyes. You try to wipe them with your hand but they don’t seem to stop falling.

“I was going to tell you that night.” You reveal. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I had the whole thing planned. But, it happened and than days later, you were just gone”

You bring your hand back down and wrap them both around yourself, trying to find comfort. You didn’t mean for it to come out like this. For him to find out like this - or to find out at all as you considered the possibility that he was dead.

“I was pregnant.” You continue. “And- and I had to have our baby alone. I had to raise him, without you. Tell him that you aren’t here, that- that you-“

Bode cuts you off, his arms wrapping around your waist as sobs leave you. You face is against his chest as his arms run up and down your body, trying to calm your tears. You unwrap your arms from yourself and snake them around his neck, holding him tighter as you try to compose yourself.

You take a deep breath and inhale solely Bode. Despite how many years has passed, he still smells the same. Wood, spice, and for some reason he always had the faint scent of cinnoman. Maybe that’s why those are your favorite candles

Bodie pulls away after a few moments but doesn’t let go, his arms still on your waist. You notice tears in his bright blue eyes and can’t help but reach up and wipe one away.

“We have a baby?” He questions, his voice cracking slightly.

The guilt he feels right now is different than when Riley died. That guilt caused an ache in his heart that never went away, like a piece was missing. But this guilt is in his chest and throat, it feels as if he cannot swallow and the whole world is crumbling.

Not only did he leave you behind, but he left his baby, his unborn child and you had to care for them, alone - without him.

You nod, smiling slightly. “Well, he’s not much of a baby anymore.”

“He?” Bode questions, eyebrows raised.

You reach into your back pocket and pull out your phone. Wanting to show him your screen saver. To show him a picture of the child he helped create

“This is Benjamin Bode Leone. Born May 26. 7lbs 3 ounces. 10 fingers. 10 toes.” You pull away slightly to allow him a better look.

He carefully grabs your phone and stares at the picture. You watch as tears form in his eyes again and he traces the picture with his finger. You can’t help but smile at the seen.

Benjamin is a carbon copy of his father. Bright blue eyes, slightly curly blonde hair, and a mischievous smile that allows him to get away with just about anything.

You allow him a few more seconds to look at the picture before speaking again.

“I should hate you.” You whisper. “But I can’t. You’re his father and whether you stay in Edgewater or not, I- I want you to somehow be apart of his life. Only if you want to.” You finish quickly, not wanting to make a decision for him.

“No.” Bode states, still looking at the picture. “No I would love to be a part of his life. I - I’ve fucked up so many things, but this, he, he is one thing I got right.” Bode paused, looking up to meet your eyes. “That and loving you.”

You smile. You knew in that moment, he would never leave you again. Not if he could help it.

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So, did you like it???? Again, I’m so new at this so please, leave a like or comment or reblog! I appreciate it so much!

💜 Kenzie

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Meant To Be - Bode Donovan x Reader

Prompt: Part 2 to “Feel Alive”. Requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt

Word Count: 2088

A/N: I have no idea how to link part 1 to this if anyone has tips 😬

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You are a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. From your mother passing away to your father stepping up from his addition to make sure you were cared for financially and emotionally, you knew there was a reason for it.

Just like you knew there was a reason that Bode and you met. That he was the one to save you - as you stated that he did to him numerous times. Of course he always brushed you off and said he didn’t save your life. That you would’ve been okay if someone else found you later.

You just nod along to that - believing you guys were supposed to meet.

It’s been four months since you met Bode and your ankle is just about fully healed. It only hurts when it rains or on the days you’re on your feet too much. You don’t mind though, as the pain is a reminder that you’re alive.

After you stopped by to give Bode the thank you cookies, you called him a few days later, nervous as you weren’t sure he really meant that you could call him. But, when he picked up the phone after you told the voice on the other side who you wished to speak with, you could’ve sworn you heard the smile in his voice on the other side.

So from there your friendship began - or maybe it was becoming something more. You weren’t sure and did not want to look too much into it. You’re just grateful to have met Bode and have gotten as close as you could in the past months.

He was nervous to tell you about his past, how he struggled with addiction and the actions he committed to get locked up. However, you just took it in stride, sharing about your fathers struggle with addiction and how you understood everything he shared.

He noticed how you never judged when he opened up. Or how you really did understand the thoughts whirling through his head. From the simple ones such as what the weather would be like, to the deep ones such as the meaning of life and its purpose.

He recently lost his own mother and having you there as someone who can offer advice as you’ve been through the grieving process, was more then he could ever ask for.

For you, talking to bode was like a breath of fresh air. He didn’t look at your photos as just photos. He didn’t see you as just another journalist or nosy girl or some surfaced women. He saw beneath your beauty and accepted you for all your quirks and loved teasing you about your snappiness.

“Why can’t he just retire already and let someone else freaking take over. He’s gonna die soon anyways so why not put the company in capable hands!” You complained to him over the phone one day - about how the owner of the newspaper was slowly making you lose your mind

“Did you get enough sleep lastnight?” Bode asked, teasing in his voice.

You paused. “Yes!” You snapped. “Why ask such an out of nowhere question. We’re discussing Daniel’s incompetency!”

You heard Bode laugh on the other side of the phone and he said, “Well, you told me you get snappy and mean when you’re tired so I was just wondering…”

You let out a little laugh yourself. “I was being mean, wasn’t I,” you face palmed yourself.

“I mean, I’ve heard worse.” Bode responded, a smile on his lips as he can imagine the bashful look on your face. “Just don’t think about Daniel’s incompetency and maybe take a hot shower, curl up with a good book, and get some rest. So Snappy goes back into her cave.”

You smiled. In just 2 months, Bode knew your routine when you had a bad day and could recite it with no issues. Another reason why you believe meeting him was meant to be.

“So Snappy can go back into her cave, huh?” You questioned back. “Well, if I do that then you need to go lay in your bunk and draw. Maybe draw something for me that I can see when I visit next week.”

Bode bit his lip, smiling slightly and excited to see you next week. Just like he knew your routine, you know his.

“I’ll do just that.” He stated. “Now go hang up. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Believing that everything happened for a reason led you to where you are today, Three Rock. The newspaper decided to have an article on the reforming convicts and you got assigned the task. Interview the Captain, 2 convicts of his choice, and snap some shots of the crew was what the day had in store for you.

You saw it as another opportunity to see Bode - one that was during different hours then visiting ones. You weren’t excited about the questions needed to be asked, but if you got to see Bode, you didn’t care too much.

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“You’re up Bode!” Freddy called, walking over to the blonde who was sitting on a picnic table.

“You’re already done?” Bode asked.

He knew you were coming to shoot some shots and interview some people for a newspaper article. When Manny told him he chose himself and Freddy to be the convicts that were interviewed, Bode was just happy he got to talk to you outside of visiting hours and the phone. Regardless if they ended up being standard interview questions.

“Yeah they were just basic questions. Like ‘how do I feel Three Rock has helped me’ and ‘do I feel this program is beneficial in rehabilitation’ stuff like that.” Freddy answered, standing in front of Bode. “It was also nice to finally talk to Y/N without feeling you glareing at me.” He starts to tease.

“Hey! I do not glare at you!” Bode exclaims, laughing slightly.

Freddy laughs back. “You better ask her to be yours dude! Cause I’m sure there’s a lot of men in town who wouldn’t mind being hers.”

With that, Freddy walks back to the other members of the crew, laughing to himself.

Bode shakes his head, eyes rolling. Trust Freddy to put that thought in his head.

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You’re currently sitting at a picnic table, going through the answers Freddy has given you. You enjoyed talking to the man you know Bode is closest to. The man was funny, charismatic, and a bit of a flirt. But he made it his mission to let you know he was taken and had a baby girl.

“This seat taken?” A familiar voice says and you look up to see blue eyes meet your own.

You smile widely. “Hey Stranger. Have a seat.” You gesture to the seat across from you and watch as Bode climbs in, his muscular legs moving over so they’re underneath the table.

“I just want to apologize for whatever Freddy said to you.” Bode starts, causing you to laugh.

“I can see why you’re friends with him. He’s definitely a character!” You say back, smoothing out a new piece of paper to begin your interview.

“So,” you start. “This is very informal. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I do want you to know that I did not write these questions.” You inform him.

Bode raises his eye brows, a teasing smile playing in his lips. “Let me guess, Daniel did?”

“Yes!” You shout, arm reaching in front of you in explanation. “There stupid and bleak and generic and -“

“Snappy is exiting her cage.” Bode sings, causing you to pause and laugh at him, seeing the smile on his face.

“Sorry, sorry. I just -“

“Want Daniel to retire.” Bode finishes for you, nodding.

You nod back and sigh. Damn Daniel and him occupying your mind when you’re finally with Bode.

“Anyways, just a few questions and between us two, you can be as short as you want.” You inform him.

Bode nods and lets you take the lead of the interview. Your questions are simple and you were right that they are pretty bleak. The questions seemed to just want to know whether or not the program was working and worth the taxpayers money. At least that’s what it seemed to Bode.

“Last question.” You start, the whole process having only taken about ten minutes. “Once your time here at Three Rock ends, what is it that you plan to do when your sentence is finished?”

Bode takes a moment of silence, not expecting this question. This one seems the most personal but he can see why the newspaper and ‘Daniel’ would want to know the answer.

Finally he answers.

“I honestly never saw my life going this way and when it did, I never thought I’d see myself back in Edgewater, let alone at Three Rock. But with my time having spent here, I’ve been able to reconnect with my friends and family whom I’ve wronged and we’ve been able to grow past everything.”

Bode pauses and you lean forward, watching as emotion runs through his eyes. This poor guy has been dealt a tough hand but you’re happy to listen and to take some of the burden the past few months.

“Now, I think, if they’d have me, I’d join EFD and finally live up to my family name.”

You smile brightly at his answer, knowing how far he’s come the past few years. You reach forward and grab his hand, squeezing it tightly before releasing.

“That was perfect Bode.” You tell him, shuffling the papers back into your folder as your time here today is finished.

Bode smiles at you and starts to stand as you do, quickly coming to your side and offering his hand to help you rise.

“Can I walk you to your car?” He questions, suddenly feeling nervous.

“As long as you won’t get in trouble Stranger.” You shoot back, smiling at him.

Bode shakes his head. “I don’t think Cap would mind.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Been talking about me to your Cap?” You question teasingly.

Bode just shrugs and the two of you begin to head to your car, hand still in his. You notice the size difference and feel the butterflies in start your stomach. His hand is rough and calloused from his work at Three Rock while yours are soft and nails donning a fresh manicure.

Your two reach your car and you turn back to look at him, your back leaning against it as you look up at him.

“So a-“ Bode starts, his left hand in your right while his right hand runs a hand through his hair. “I was wondering - um,”

“Is Bode getting nervous?” You ask, laughing slightly at him.

He glares lightly at you, his left hand letting go of yours to be placed on your waist.

“I ah… I was wondering if- I mean, we’ve been -“

You cut off the poor guys’ rambling by reaching up with both your hands to rest around his neck, pulling him down to press his lips to yours.

Your butterflies immediately take flight as your lips meet. His lips are slightly chapped but feel perfect against your own. He doesn’t move at first, seemingly stunned before his lips begin to move. They slide against yours and you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip teasingly before bringing it back into your mouth.

Bode follows suit and does the same, squeezing your hips tightly. You gasp and his tongue sneaks past your lips to connect with your own, allowing them to dance together.

“Bode get your ass over here!” Captain Manny’s voice sounds, causing you both to pull away, panting slightly.

Bode looks slightly embarrassed and you just laugh at the look. You let him go as he does the same and opens the door for you. You get in and start your car, rolling down your window.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, Stranger.” You tell him.

“Tomorrow.” Bode confirms, taking a step back so you can drive away.

“And to answer your question you didn’t ask - yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You smile at him.

Confusion floods his face. “How’d you know that’s what I was gonna ask?” He questions.

You grin. “Blame Freddy.”

Bode laughs before waving then hustling over to no doubt be reprimanded by Manny.

But when you two discuss it the next day during your phone call, he tells you it was worth it.

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A/N: I love giving Bode the love he deserves 💜

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📋Masterlist📋

Accept requests for the following characters! - Daryl Dixon TWD - Bode Leone/Donovan Fire Country - Billy Russo The Punisher - Sirius Black Harry Potter - Logan Howlett / Wolverine X Men - Others to be added - just ask! Worse I can do is say no

I will NOT write: - Non-con - Rape - Incest - Underage Characters - Anything I feel uncomfortable writing but I will tell you so!

Romance = 💋

Fluff = 🐰

Smut = 🔥

Angst = 💔

Fire Country --- Bode Leone You Left Us -💔 Feel Alive - 💋 - Meant to Be - 💋 It's Fate - 🔥 The Walking Dead --- Daryl Dixon Never Again - 💔

Harry Potter --- Sirius Black 12 Years - 💔

The Boys --- Billy Butcher Stupid Plan - 🔥 The Punisher --- Billy Russo I Loved You - 💔

X-Men --- Wolverine Mini Fic - If One's Different, One's Bound to be Different Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

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Feel Alive - Bode Leone x Civilian!Reader

Request: Would you be okay with writing a Bode x fem!civilian!reader where he saves her life when the three rock crew responded to a call with the fire department and she comes by to visit Bode to thank him and they both have clear chemistry, and it’s really sweet? They both want to see each other again so they call each other all the time and she comes to visit him when she can and they start dating?

Warnings: some cuss words… I think that’s it

Word Count: 3010

A/N: My first request! I played it more into the first part of the request but am open to maybe a part 2 depending on people’s wants!! Thank you @kpopgirlbtssvt

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Photography is your passion. With a Masters in Journalism and a Bachelor of the Arts in photography, your job for the local newspaper was everything you loved. Getting close to the action to report anything and everything was what you always dreamed of. But being able to also capture those moments through your lense -

That is what makes you feel alive.

So whenever you had a day off, you’d take your camera and go on a hike, capturing nature through your lense. Hiking. God you absolutely love hiking. Being in nature and just listening to the birds chirp and talk to each other made you feel like you were in another word. Everything is so peaceful, so serene.

Only an hour into your hike and you cannot wait to get home to see what you’ve taken. You’ve found a bush of wild flowers and took numerous shots, watching as the sun seemed to make the pink change colors. You found a hawk resting on a branch and was able to capture its take off, wings soaring through the air.

Moments like this make you feel alive.

Sometimes you think about being a bird. How they can come and go as they please, soaring high and to places you know you’ll never reach. But at least through your lense, you’re able to live vicariously through it.

You walk down a hill, looking around and pausing as you notice the chirping has begun to cease. You hear a shrill through the air and look up to see numerous birds flying. Raising your camera, you snap a shot, watching as the birds fly away, seemingly leaving you alone.

Bringing your camera down, you hold it with both hands so you can examine this shot. You imagine it’ll look surreal, different birds flying high with the same destination in mind.

However, that’s not the feeling the shot conveys.

Instead, you zoom in on the picture and see smoke atop the trees. Lowering the camera you look up to see the said smoke, and slightly behind it, a fire.

“Fuck.” You mutter to yourself, dropping your camera and taking off down the mountain.

Your heart hammers in your chest and your breathing is harsh as you try your hardest to get farther from the forest fire. Your backpack hits against your back with every step you take, your braid whipping around every now and again to hit you in the face.

Your speed starts to slow as exhaustion starts to hit, causing you to misstep. You feel your ankle twist, a snap heard, and you bring your arms out in front to catch you as you fall.

“Ugh!” You yell in pain, knowing the snap definitely did not sound good.

The pain is definitely making you feel alive.

You press onto your hands and good foot, allowing yourself to rise. You take this moment to catch your breath and see that you were able to create some distance between yourself and the fire. You lower your injured leg down, wanting to test if you can bear weight on it.

The moment you press it onto the earth a shot of nausea hits you as pain travels up your leg. You immediately think it’s broken and give out a frustrated grown. You quickly look around and spot a large branch on the ground. You slowly hop on your uninjured leg to it and pull it up.

The branch still has leaves and twigs on it and its length is slightly longer then your height. But beggars can’t be choosers and you didn’t expect the forest to have the perfect walking stick laying around.

You place it on the side of your injured leg and grab it with both hands. You use it as a second leg, allowing you to hop on your uninjured one as you continue on, wanting more distance from the fire.

Five minutes of hopping and luck was finally in your favor. You come across a creek and, from living where forest fires are common, know that if you get across, the creek can act as a natural barrier to the forest fire.

Grumbling that you’re about to get wet, you start to make your way across the creek.

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Bode looks around at his fellow inmates and captain as the fire is finally put out. It took them awhile to get it, but thankfully the water drop was able to help finish it off.

The fire started from a simple lit cigarette that someone discarded irresponsibly. Bose cannot believe the idiocy this person possessed. If you grew up in or near Edgewood, you knew all about the risk and safety of forest fires.

“Alright,” Manny starts, gathering everyone’s attention. “Time to head out boys.”

The inmates start to walk away from their post, ready for the day to be over and more importantly to shower, wanting the soot off their skin.

Bode starts to walk towards the way they came before a shine catches his eye. He looks around the forest floor, wondering what could be reflecting the sun to create the shine.

He spots the object and walks over as he sees a camera, and an expensive one at that. He picks it up, noticing that the lense is cracked and that caused the sun to scatter when it hit him, causing the glare.

He pressed the on button and it miraculously turned on, seeming that only the lense was damaged. He goes to look through the picture, wanting to know who’s camera it is and the most recent picture catches his eye.

Its birds flying in the sky. He can tell by the size and colors, the birds are all different yet seemed to have come together with the same destination in mind. To Bode, it’s a beautiful shot.

It makes him feel alive.

However, as he continues to stare at the image, he notices that there’s smoke in the sky. Smoke from a fire. Then he notices the time stamp. Today. Only over an hour earlier.

“Hey Cap,” Bode shouts, gathering some of the guys attention.

He starts to walk towards Manny and meets him halfway, camera in his hands.

“I found this.” He states, shoving it in his hands.

Manny looks at it for a moment before saying, “It’s a picture of birds Bode, nothing special.”

Manny goes to walk away but Bode stops him.

“Look at the time stamp.” The younger man says urgently.

Manny does and feels his stomach drop.

“There’s someone probably out there.” Bode says, starting to make his way down the hill.

“Bode!” Manny yells, grabbing his arm to stop him. “There’s no more fire. Our job is done. I’ll radio it in but it's a search and rescue job from here, not ours.”

Bode just shrugs him off and starts to pick up his pace, running down the hill in search of the cameras owner.

“Bode!” Manny yells after him. “Bode! Goddammit!”

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You lay on the forest floor, listening as the birds have returned and they’re back to chirping. You smile slightly, happy that it probably means the fire is out.

However, you’re positive your ankle is broken. Once you passed the creek, you laid back on the ground to recover your breath and immediately felt the blood rushing to and from your ankle. Putting weight on it was not an option. But you couldn’t stay on the forest ground forever. As much as you sometimes wanted to be a bird, you kind of enjoyed being a human.

With there being no service on your phone, you came up with a game plan. You’d wait for the fire to be put out, hoping the creek would stop or slow it while you rested. From there, you’d use that time to rest before hobbling the way you came, hoping you’d run into a firefighter.

You sit up so you're leaning on your hands and sigh, knowing you should probably start the part of your palm where you trek back the way you came.

However, you don’t the chance to try as you hear leaves crunch and footsteps coming towards you.

“Hello!” A voice calls from the first. “EFD! Call out if you hear me!”

You let out a gasp/laugh before responding. “I hear you! I’m across the creek!” You yell back.

You watch as a man comes down the hill and finds you.

Your eyes widen at him. He’s huge. Broad shoulders and big arms that are corded in muscle down to his wrists. His hands are filthy, covered in soot while his arms are clean. He’s dressed in bright orange, and you know immediately he’s part of Three Rocks inmate rehab program.

But that doesn’t scare you. Cause you’re hurt, he wouldn’t be apart of the program if he was dangerous, and he’s hot.

Sue you.

His face is as attractive as his body with a strong jaw that looks to be littered with facial hair. His hair is long, past his ears and blonde. Despite the soot covering his hair and face, you cannot deny the attractiveness.

He steps closer and closer to you, slowly as if you’re a wounded animal and he doesn’t want to startle you and have you flee him. As if you could run with this ankle.

“Hi.” He says awkwardly. “I’m Bode and with the EFD at Three Rock.”

“I kind of figured based on that get up.” You state with a raised eyebrow and nodding your head to his clothes.

Bode gives you a sheepish smile and walks to you before crouching down next to you.

His eyes meet yours and you feel yourself cultivated by the blue in them. They’re so bright and remind you of a blue jay, strong and shining.

“Are you okay?” He asks, concern on his face.

You laugh at that. “Do I look okay?” You ask incredulously. “My one day off in a while and I decided to go hiking and take pictures. Only a forest fire decided to start and ruin my day. And then I just had to trip and hurt myself.” You finish, gesturing to your injured ankle.

This is when Bode notices the awkward angle your ankle sits at and how your face is grimacing every now and again.

“Shit, is it okay if I look at it?” He asks.

You nod for him to go ahead and watch as he moves closer to your ankle. He seems to just observe the positioning first before his hand reaches out and he looks at you as if asking for permission. The moment his fingers briefly touch you, you yelp, trying to move away from him.

“Sorry, sorry.” He says, pulling his hand away and standing up. “I think it’s broken.”

“You think?” You question, looking at him like he’s stupid.

“You’re pretty snappy.” He states, blue eyes looking down at your.

“I just wanted some nice shots of nature but instead I broke my ankle and have been laying here the past hour hoping the fire didn’t kill me. But the rate I’m going, the pain in my ankle will kill me, so forgive me if I’m snappy!” You finish as your voices raises towards the end.

Bode sighs and nods, seeing your reason. “Sorry. But if it helps I did find this.”

You finally notice that he’s holding your camera and your breath catches. You figured the fire caught up to it and all the photos form the past week were gone. Yet here it is. Not burnt, not covered in soot, only the lense is cracked.

“My camera.” You state, grabbing it from his hands and holding it to your chest.

“I found it when we were about to head out. The lense is cracked but the sun reflected of it and caught my eye.” Bode tells you.

“Who knew that while I was trying to feel alive through the lense, the lense itself saved me.” You softly say, smiling greatly at him.

Bose smiles back and you cannot help but notice how it makes him even more attractive. It’s not fair to be that pretty.

“I know what you mean.” He states eyes staring into your own.

You give him a questionable look and he expands his thought.

“When I saw it and turned it on, I saw the last shot you took. I just saw how amazing it was that all the birds, despite their differences, were flying together. It was… nice. Peaceful. Then I saw the timestamp and realized someone was there recently.”

You smile brightly this time. You never connected with someone like this about your pictures. Your friends, family, even your colleagues looked at your pictures and saw just that - a picture. Yet here was this stranger who saw something deeper, saw something you yourself saw.

“Bode!” A voice calls and you look to see three other firefighters coming your way. You notice how one is dressed like the usual fireman while the other two are dressed similarly to Bode.

“Cap!” Bode says back, rising to his feet and walking towards the three. “She’s injured. Broken ankle I think. This is-“ Bode pauses and turns to you. “I never got your name.” He states.

“Y/N.” You state, “My name is Y/N.”

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Two weeks later you find yourself at Three Rock, boot on your injured ankle and a plate of cookies in your hand. You wanted to thank your savior and your mom taught you baked goods go a long way.

Bode carried you through the forest and to the ambulance, where you rushed off to the hospital and X-Rays were done. They confirmed a break but thankfully you did not need surgery. A week of crutches followed by 3 weeks in a boot and then weeks of physical therapy. But at least you were alive.

After checking in for visitation, you’re told to go to the picnic tables where the inmates were with their visitors. You hobble that way and see five tables lined up with different people dressed in orange sitting at them.

You spot Bode, his clothes and self now cleaned of the soot and you notice his clothes are more casual then the day in the forest. An older man sits at the table across from him, his hair dark and a mustache on his face. He’s dressed in jeans and a camo t-shirt and you spot the resemblance between him and Bode.

You don’t want to interrupt so you just watch as the two converse, respecting the time Bode is getting with whom you assume is his father. Bode laughs at something and his face lights up, his eyes moving around before they spot you.

You give him a shy smile and blue eyes meet Y/E/C eyes and he says something to his father before standing from the table and making his way to you. Now standing, no longer laying on the forest floor or being in his arms, you notice how much taller he is than you. Almost a foot taller.

“Hey stranger.” You greet, smile not leaving your face.

“Hey snappy,” he says back, coming to rest against the wall of the holding next to you.

You roll your eyes and look away, butterflies moving in your stomach. This man’s face is something else.

It makes you feel alive.

You turn back to see him staring at you and you bring the cookies up and towards him.

“I wanted to say thank you - for saving my life.” You say, cookies proudly on display with a n envelope wrapped on the bottom.

“I hardly saved your life.” He states, grabbing the plate from you. “And you didn’t have to give me anything.”

“I kinda did. I get snappy when I’m hurt and don’t like help from people. But you did find my camera and I don’t want to think what would’ve happened if you didn’t find me. Best case scenario, I would’ve hobbled my way back to civilization and needed surgery for my ankle. Worse case I died.”

Bode laughs at this and shakes his head, a smile still on his face.

“Do you maybe want to sit,” he asks, gesturing to the table.

“I’d love you.” You start. “But I have a check up I have to get to.”

Bose nods, not letting his disappointment show. He really wanted to get to know you. Just talk to you. Know more about you.

“But,” You start again, “Would it be okay if maybe I called you sometime?”

Bose smiles widely and nods. “I’d like that.” He states. “I - yes, you can.”

“Perfect!” You say, wincing at yourself with how happy you sounded. Hopefully Bode doesn’t notice. “Um, I should probably let you get back to your visit but just -“

Gaining confidence you lean forward and press your lips to his cheek, kissing him lightly. You pull back, a blush on both your cheeks now

“Thank you.” You say softly before turning around and walking back to your car

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Bode walks back to the table his father sits at and sets the cookies down. He’s happy. The girl is gorgeous but it’s not just her looks. She’s quirky, and sarcastic, and has made him feel happy. Something he hasn’t felt in a while.

“Wanna tell me what that was about?” His dad asks, eyebrows raised with a knowing look on his face.

Bode just asks innocently and replies, “Just someone thanking me.”

His dad doesn’t look convinced but doesn’t say anything to which Bode is grateful.

He slowly unwraps the cookies, something he doesn’t get the luxury of having often. As he undoes the plastic wrap on it, he feels something on the bottom and pulls it away to look at it.

It’s a print of the birds flying. The one he found on the camera the day he met Y/N. He turns the card around and sees a note.

‘To feeling alive’ xo Y/N

Bode stares at that and smiles, this time, feeling alive.

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A/N: Hope you guys liked it!!!

[fireside-fanfics]

I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!

Could you do some fluffy Bode Leone x Sutton Hayes where maybe the go to his parents for dinner and they fall asleep cuddling on the couch and his parents are so happy for them

Thank you so much for the feedback and request. Ask and you shall receive, anon!

Home is Where You Are

Sutton Hayes shifted nervously in the passenger seat as the car approached the Leone family home. She smoothed her sweater over her lap, stealing a glance at Bode, who was focused on the winding road ahead. His hand rested casually on the gear shift, but every so often, his fingers brushed hers where their hands rested between them, a silent reassurance she didn’t even know she needed.

“You’re sure this is okay?” she asked for the third time that day.

Bode turned to her, his signature grin softening into something more sincere. “Sutton, my mom is going to love you. And my dad? He’ll probably try to convince you to stay for a week. Don’t stress so much.”

The warmth in his voice melted a bit of her nerves, but meeting his parents felt like a big step—one she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready for. Yet, as Bode parked the car and came around to open her door, his steady presence made her feel like she could handle anything.

Inside, the Leone household was as warm and welcoming as Bode himself. His mom, Sharon, enveloped Sutton in a tight hug, her eyes lighting up as if Sutton were already family. Bode’s dad, Vince, greeted her with a firm handshake that quickly turned into a pat on the shoulder.

Dinner was everything Sutton had expected and more. The food was hearty and delicious, the conversation easy and peppered with laughter. Bode’s parents were so much like him—open, kind, and full of life.

After dinner, they moved to the living room. Bode’s mom brought out old photo albums, much to Bode’s groaning protest.

“Mom, not the baby pictures,” he muttered, though he didn’t make much of an effort to stop her.

Sutton couldn’t help but laugh as Sharon flipped to a page of little Bode covered in mud, grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re adorable,” she said, nudging him playfully.

“Don’t encourage her,” he replied, though the flush of his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment.

At some point, Sutton found herself leaning into Bode’s side, his arm draped over her shoulders. The conversation and the warmth of the room lulled her into a sense of comfort she hadn’t felt in a long time. Before she knew it, her eyes grew heavy, and she drifted off, her head resting against his chest.

Bode’s parents exchanged a look, their smiles soft and full of affection as they watched the two of them.

“Looks like he found someone who grounds him,” Vince whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

Sharon nodded, wiping away a tear she hadn’t realized had formed. “He’s happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for him.”

They let the young couple rest, the flickering light of the TV casting a warm glow over them. Bode stirred slightly, his arm tightening around Sutton as if he couldn’t bear to let her go even in sleep. And for the Leones, it felt like a perfect moment, one they’d cherish forever.

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Healing Takes Time

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴅɪꜱᴄᴜꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴅʏꜱᴍᴏʀᴘʜɪᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴀɪɴ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ.

Friday nights at Smokey’s were supposed to be a release, a way to shake off the weight of the week—the long hours, the calls that hit too close to home, the exhaustion that settled deep into her bones. Sutton had laughed, clinked bottles with Eve and Gabriela, sang karaoke with Jake as he danced goofily. She had leaned into Bode’s warmth as they sat tucked alone in the corner of the bar where they stole glances and even a few kisses. But now, standing in their bedroom, she felt none of that ease.

Sutton pulled her damp hair over one shoulder, squeezing out the last bit of water before reaching for her brush. As she ran it through the strands, she glanced toward the glass shower door and her heart dropped. The steam was starting to fade, leaving behind streaks of condensation, and that’s when she saw it—her reflection, hazy but still clear enough to take in the curve of her body.

She hadn’t meant to look, hadn’t meant to notice ... but she did. She noticed the way her waist wasn’t as defined as it used to be. The way her thighs filled out more than she remembered. The way her stomach, once taut from years of working in the field, softened in a way that wasn’t just unfamiliar—it was unsettling.

Sutton tried to ignore the nagging thoughts, but it was difficult. She walked out of their master bathroom swiftly avoiding the mirror above the vanity on her way out. Bode was showering now, and she wanted to clear her mind of the negative thoughts before he got out so that her anxiety wouldn’t ruin the good night they had. She tried to busy herself with finding pajamas.

Sutton smiled when she found one of her favorite pairs of cozy socks in a drawer. Then, she reached for the shirt she’d been eyeing—one of Bode’s black long-sleeve Hanes shirts. It had always been her favorite, something about the way it smelled like him, the way it felt against her skin, the way it had once swallowed her whole.

Now, as she pulled it on, the fabric stretched tighter than she expected. It hugged her arms more. The hem didn’t hang as loosely over her hips. She stepped away slowly from the dresser and caught her reflection in the floor length mirror beside it. Sutton exhaled sharply, pressing her fingers into the cotton in the shirt’s hem.

Her eyes filled with tears as she wondered how had so much changed without her noticing. Her eyes notice the tremor in her right hand, trailed down over the exposed scar on her right knee, and noticed the scar from her shoulder surgery peaking out of the shirt collar. When had things changed this much? Sutton wondered to herself.

Six months.

Six months since the accident that had sidelined her during a scary work call. Six months of rehabilitating her right side that had been crushed by a fallen board during a house fire. Six months of watching her team go out on calls without her. Six months of feeling like she was failing herself, her body, her job, her team, her community...

The heat of the fire, the boom of the board cracking, the weight of it hitting her all flashed in her mind. Sutton knew she had made so much progress in six months, and she was grateful to be alive. In the beginning, she had told herself the weight gain wasn’t that bad. That it was just a little weight. That once she got cleared to return to duty, she’d work it off.

But now, standing in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of their bedroom, there was no avoiding it. There was no brushing it off anymore. A lump formed in her throat, and she tried to swallow it down, but it didn’t budge. The feelings were flooding her system and clouding her mind.

Disappointment for letting herself go. Angry for being sidelined and not being in the same shape she’d been in for years. Guilt for not noticing how much weight she had gained when she ignored how her own jeans had been too snug for weeks—maybe months. Fearful of the unknown as she still recovered from the terrifying incident that injured her—hell, it nearly killed her. Embarrassed for herself that she let this happen ... and embarrassed for Bode.

She had let herself go and Bode—Bode would notice. Surely, he’d already noticed. Would he care? Would he look at her differently? Would he be as embarrassed or disappointed as she was feeling right now? She didn’t hear the water shut off or hear the bathroom door open.

“Babe, did you hear me?”

Sutton startled at the sound of his voice, her breath catching as she turned toward him. That’s when she felt it—the warmth of tears spilling onto her cheeks.

“Sutton?” His voice softened as he stepped toward her, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his white t-shirt clinging to his still-damp skin. Bode’s brows furrowed, his easy post-shower stance shifting instantly into concern. “What’s wrong?”

Sutton opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat. She shook her head and muttered, “It’s nothing.”

Bode wasn’t buying it—not for a second. Sutton was strong, sure, but she was also the most in tune with her emotions. She was incredibly empathetic and felt everything so deeply. She had struggled with anxiety since they were kids; Bode knew that and helped her with it so well over the years. For as long as he knew her, she had always wore her heart on her sleeve, and he loved her for it. This, however, was not something he was used to with Sutton.

“Nothing doesn’t make you cry,” he said, closing the space between them. He reached out, his hands warm as they settled on her arms, grounding her. He ran his fingers up and down her arms gently. “Talk to me, honey...”

“I—” Sutton exhaled, but it was shaky. She stopped, shaking her head again, frustrated with herself. “It’s stupid.”

Bode tilted his head, eyes searching hers. “Try me.”

She bit her lip, hesitating before finally letting the words tumble out. “I’ve gained weight.”

Bode blinked, his brows pulling together like he was trying to figure out where the problem was.

“Okay…” He nodded slowly, waiting for her to continue.

“This shirt”—Sutton let out a bitter laugh, motioning down at herself—“it used to be big on me. Now it’s not. I didn’t even realize how much weight I’d put on until now ... until I saw it in the mirror.”

Her voice cracked, and she sucked in a sharp breath, hating how weak she sounded. She glanced at her feet, embarrassed for admitting the truth.

“I feel like I let myself go,” Sutton whispered, finally looking back up at him. “Like I should’ve done something to stop it.”

Bode was quiet for a beat, his gaze steady on hers before he let out a soft scoff, shaking his head.

“Sutton, listen to me,” he said softly. He slid his hands from her arms to her waist, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against the fabric of his shirt. “You didn’t let anything go. You got hurt. You’ve been healing.”

“Yeah, and getting bigger while I do it,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

Bode let out a breath, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You think that matters to me?” His fingers flexed against her hips, his touch firm but gentle. “You think I care if you fill out my shirt a little more?”

Sutton scoffed, half-expecting him to brush it off, but when she met his eyes, there was no teasing, no amusement—just sincerity.

“I love you,” he said, voice steady and full of conviction. “Not because of what you look like. Not because of how much you weigh. I love you because you’re you.” He squeezed her waist gently and smirked. “And if you think for one second that some extra pounds change that, you’re out of your damn mind.”

Sutton’s throat tightened, fresh tears welling up, but this time, they weren’t from shame. Bode reached up, brushing a thumb over her cheek. She relaxed into his touch and pressed her face into his palm. The relaxing feelings from Smokey’s was returning. A faint smile tugged at her lips before she wrapped her arms tightly around him, burrowing her face into his chest.

“You’ve been through a lot, babe. You’re healing. You’ll get back to where you want to be when you’re ready, but”—Bode exhaled, his grip on her tightening slightly—“don’t do this to yourself. Don’t stand here and pick yourself apart when all I see is the woman I love.”

“I just—” Sutton’s lower lip trembled as she let out a shaky breath. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t feel like myself.”

“Then we’ll get you back to you,” Bode promised. He tilted her chin up so she had to look at him. “Whatever you need, I’m with you, but don’t you dare think for a second that I see you any differently.”

Sutton exhaled deeply, letting his words settle, and when she finally met his gaze again, the warmth there melted something inside her. He smiled softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face.

“Now, can I tell you what I was trying to say before?” Bode chuckled.

Sutton sniffled, half-laughing as she wiped at her face.

“What?” Bode smirked. “I was saying that I was hoping you’d be wearing my shirt to bed tonight. And now that you are…” His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her in close. “I think you should wear them more often.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips was genuine as she replied, “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re beautiful.” His forehead pressed against hers, his voice softer now. “Always.”

Sutton let herself sink back into his touch, into the warmth of him, and for the first time that night, the weight on her chest didn’t feel so heavy. Maybe she wasn’t where she wanted to be yet, but she wasn’t alone; and with Bode beside her, she never would be.

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So since Bode has been locked up for awhile and doesn’t really “know” what he likes, could you write something about him finding out he loves when Sutton plays with his hair. Like if they’re cuddling it puts him to sleep, if he’s stressed it calms him down etc

This request is so cute 🥹 Here ya go, anon!

Finding Comfort

The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of the firehouse common room, casting golden streaks across the well-worn couch. Bode lay stretched out, his head resting on Sutton’s lap. Her fingers idly played with his hair, twisting and untwisting the strands as they watched a movie together. Well, she watched; his eyes were already half-closed.

“You’re gonna fall asleep on me again, aren’t you?” Sutton teased, glancing down at him. Her lips curved into a small, affectionate smile.

Bode mumbled something unintelligible, his voice heavy with sleep. He didn’t fully understand it himself, but there was something about the gentle pull of her fingers through his hair that made the world fade away. It was soothing in a way he’d never experienced before—a feeling he hadn’t even realized he’d needed.

For so long, touch had been clinical or violent: handcuffs biting into his wrists, pats on the back that were more about bravado than comfort. But this? This was different. It wasn’t just touch; it was care, softness, and reassurance all rolled into one.

“You keep doing that,” he muttered, his voice barely audible, “and I might never get up.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” Sutton replied, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. Her tone was light, but there was an undercurrent of tenderness. “You’ve been running on fumes for days. You need this.”

He opened one eye to look at her. “What—a nap?”

“No,” she said, a quiet huff coming out through her nose like a chuckle. Her fingers threading through his hair again. “A chance to feel safe and relax.”

Bode didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let his eyes close again, savoring the sensation. It was such a small thing, her hand in his hair, but it grounded him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. The tension he’d carried in his shoulders and chest since—well, since forever—seemed to melt away with every gentle stroke.

Later, he would admit to himself how much he’d missed out on over the years. His time in prison had stripped him of moments like this, where someone’s touch wasn’t a threat but a promise. But for now, he let himself drift.

“You’re good at this,” he murmured, his words slurring as sleep pulled him under.

Sutton chuckled softly as she whispered, “I’ll add it to my resume. Professional hair-petter.”

He didn’t respond, his breathing evening out as he fell asleep. Sutton stayed still, her hand continuing its slow, calming motion. She didn’t mind. Seeing him at peace, even for a little while, was more than worth it.

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The first time Sutton realized the effect her touch had on Bode was during one of his more stressful days. All day he’d been pacing the firehouse, jaw clenched and fists balled, snapping at anyone who got too close. Sutton watched from the sidelines most of the day, knowing he’d talk when he was ready. She hated seeing him like this, but she also knew sometimes he needed to come to her first.

When they got home, they both immediately changed into comfier clothes. Sutton found her favorite black biker shorts and one of Bode’s old t-shirts. As she finished changing, Sutton noticed Bode lingering on his side of the bed; he had removed his shirt but hadn’t changed pants yet. He was staring out their window with tired eyes.

Sutton approached him slowly and offered him a small smile that he barely returned. She kissed his forehead and rubbed his shoulders. He mumbled a thank you, squeezing her hips lightly.

“I’ll meet you in the living room when you’re ready?” She murmured.

Bode nodded with a sheepish smile. Sutton went to the kitchen to make some popcorn and grabbed both of their favorite drinks, and retreated to the living room to watch Family Feud. A few minutes later, Bode walked into the living room wearing grey sweats and still no shirt.

Eventually, Bode dropped onto the couch beside her, his head in his hands. Without thinking, she’d reached over, her fingers threading into his hair. He’d stiffened at first, but then something shifted. His shoulders relaxed, his breathing slowed, and he leaned into her touch. She whispered for him to wait a second before getting off the couch and kneeling in front of him to untie his boots.

He kicked his worn out boots off, smiling sheepishly at her. Sutton softly guided him to scoot over to the chase ottoman part of the couch so he could stretch his legs out. She threw a blanket over him and crawled in behind him and wrapped her legs around his hips. His hands traced up and her down her bare legs so softly it felt like feathers. She started to play with his hair again, causing his upper body to fully lean back into her like her own weighted blanket.

“Better?” she’d asked softly.

He’d nodded, not trusting himself to speak. From that moment on, it became their thing. When he was stressed, she’d coax him onto the couch, her hands working their quiet magic. When he couldn’t sleep, she’d offer her lap, and he’d be out within minutes.

It was such a simple gesture, but it became their anchor. For Bode, it was a lifeline. And for Sutton, it was a reminder of the quiet ways love could heal.

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As the credits rolled on the movie, Sutton glanced down at him again. He was out cold, his features soft and unguarded in sleep. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Sweet dreams, Bode,” she whispered, her fingers still tangled in his hair.

She stayed like that for a while, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. The world outside might have been chaotic, full of challenges and uncertainties, but here, in this small moment, everything felt right. Sutton shifted slightly to make herself more comfortable without disturbing him; her other hand absently traced circles on his arm.

A quiet sigh escaped Bode’s lips, his body curling slightly closer to her as if seeking more of her warmth. The vulnerability in his posture tugged at her heart. She knew how hard it was for him to let his guard down, to trust someone enough to be this open. That he trusted her—let her see him like this—meant everything.

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Memories of their early days together surfaced in her mind. Back then, Bode had been all sharp edges and guarded walls. She’d seen glimpses of the man beneath the armor, but it had taken time and patience to get to this point. Now, she cherished moments like this, where the walls were gone, and she could simply love him for who he was.

Over time, Sutton discovered other ways to bring Bode comfort. One evening, as they sat on the porch, watching the sunset, she’d reached for his hand, her thumb tracing idle patterns over his knuckles. He’d stilled for a brief moment; then leaned back with a sigh that sounded like relief.

“That feels nice,” he’d admitted softly, his eyes fixed on the horizon. It wasn’t just the physical touch, he realized, but the silent reassurance behind it: I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.

Sutton made it a habit to hold his hand whenever they sat together, whether they were sharing a quiet moment or walking side by side. And when the nightmares came—the ones that had him waking in a cold sweat, gasping for air—she’d take his hand and rub gentle circles into his palm until he calmed down.

Bode discovered he liked the way she tucked blankets around him when they cuddled on the couch.

“You’re like a human burrito,” she’d joke, pressing a kiss to his forehead. It made him feel cared for in a way that was almost overwhelming. No one had fussed over him like that in years, if ever.

Even little things, like the way she’d brush lint off his jacket or adjust his collar, made his heart ache in the best way. It wasn’t just about the touch; it was what it represented: love in its quietest, most unspoken form.

“You spoil me,” he said one day, as she fixed the cuff of his sleeve.

“Someone’s got to,” she replied with a wink, and he couldn’t help but smile.

One night, as they lay in bed, Sutton’s head resting on his chest, Bode found himself absentmindedly running his fingers through her hair. It was a reversal of their usual roles, but it brought him an unexpected sense of peace. She hummed contentedly, snuggling closer, and he realized that these small moments weren’t just about her comforting him. They were about what they gave each other: safety, solace, and a love that didn’t need words.

As sleep began to pull him under, he whispered, “Thank you for everything.”

Sutton tilted her head up, her eyes soft and full of affection. “Always, Bode.”

She kissed him gently, her hand finding his, their fingers intertwining. And as they drifted off together, Bode couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, he’d finally found the kind of love he never thought he deserved.

[fireside-fanfics]

Hearts on the Pitch

Valentine’s Day had never been Sutton’s favorite. For years, she had told herself it was because the holiday was cheesy—a capitalist nightmare built on heart-shaped gimmicks and fake romance. Deep down, Sutton knew that wasn’t the real reason. The truth was, Sutton had always wanted just one person to be her Valentine.

Bode had been by her side for as long as she could remember—wild-haired and reckless, a constant blur of chaos and charm. As kids, they’d ruled their little corner of the world, inseparable on every school playground, backyard soccer scrimmage, and late-night adventure under the stars. Valentine’s Day came and went without much thought between them, just one more date on the calendar that didn't matter.

Back then, they hadn’t needed labels or grand declarations. They’d been happy just as they were: best friends who knew each other better than anyone else. They hadn’t realized there was anything to realize. Then Bode had gone to prison, and everything changed...

Sutton could still remember the hollow ache in her chest when he was taken away. The letters they exchanged during his time inside had been both a lifeline and a torment. They danced around the truth, filling pages with casual updates and jokes while carefully avoiding the feelings that had taken root between them during their forced separation.

Only when he got out did the truth hit them like a freight train: they hadn’t just been friends all those years. They’d always been something more, even if they hadn’t had the courage—or maturity—to name it back then. So yeah, Valentine’s Day stung a little. It reminded Sutton of all the time they’d lost and all the ways they’d never quite managed to say what needed to be said until it was almost too late.

That was why, Sutton wasn’t sure whether to laugh or brace herself when Bode texted her after his adult rec soccer practice with a mysterious: “Meet me at the fields at the end of practice” quickly followed by a double text “just trust me, Sutton.”

Now, standing on the cold, frost-bitten soccer pitch, Sutton found herself staring at the man who had once been her childhood partner-in-crime—and who had somehow become the person who knew her heart better than anyone.

“What’s this about?" Sutton asked as she approached, eyeing the blanket and pastries near the goalpost.

Bode shrugged, his grin easy despite the cold. “Just figured I owed you a proper Valentine’s Day, even if you claim to hate it.”

“You’re so ridiculous,” Sutton muttered, though warmth crept up her spine.

“Yeah, but I’m your kind of ridiculous,” he shot back with a wink.

Damn him for being right. Bode handed her a red envelope, and Sutton hesitated for a beat before opening it. His familiar messy handwriting filled the card.

“I know you’re not big on mushy stuff so I’ll keep it simple: You’re my favorite person to be around, and I kinda like the way you roll your eyes at me, but still show up anyway. I love you, Sutton.”

The words hit her harder than they should have. After all they’d been through—after years of pretending they were just friends and the ache of being apart—hearing him say it out loud (even in writing) still made her heart skip.

Sutton cleared her throat, trying to sound unaffected. “You always this smooth?”

“Only when it matters.”

With a resigned sigh, Sutton dropped onto the blanket, pulling Bode down beside her. He handed her a thermos, the warmth seeping into her cold fingers. The pastry box revealed chocolate croissants and heart-shaped cookies that looked suspiciously too perfect for something Bode might have baked.

“You make these?”

“Sort of,” he admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “The bakery lady might’ve saved me from a disaster.”

“Smart move,” Sutton quipped, biting into a croissant.

Bode stuck his tongue at her and Sutton roared with laughter at his expression. They sat there in easy silence, sipping cocoa and sharing stories under the fading winter sky. The tension that had once lingered between them was gone, replaced by something warm and steady.

“You know,” Sutton said quietly, “I used to dread Valentine’s Day because ... I always wanted you to be my Valentine.”

Bode blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Sutton repeated softly, looking down at the croissant in her hand. “But we were kids, and it didn’t seem like it mattered back then. And then you...” She swallowed hard. “You went away, and it felt like I missed my chance.”

Bode reached over, his fingers brushing hers. She glanced up, meeting his steady gaze.

“You didn’t miss anything, Sutton.” His voice was low but sure. “We’re here now.”

"For the record,” Sutton said softly, holding up the note, “I love you too.”

Bode’s grin widened, pure and unapologetic. “Took you long enough.”

“Don't push it,” she warned, though her wide smile betrayed her.

As they sat together on the pitch that had once been just a place to play but now held a lifetime of memories, Sutton realized something. Valentine’s Day didn’t have to be about roses or clichés. Sometimes it was about finding the person who had always been there—even when you hadn’t known what they meant to you. With Bode, Sutton finally understood that they had everything they’d ever wanted.