#bode Donovan x reader

[purestxblood]

𝗜 𝗗𝗢, 𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦.

"You look at her like you just realized what love is."

(𝘽𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙭 𝙛!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧). 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟮 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝟭.𝟭𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀.

Gabriela Perez was absolutely utterly stunning. You had known it the second she returned to town when the crowd of men from your youth had whispered sweet nothings laced with jealousy upon Jake and his Olympian diver girlfriend. She was dazzling, captivating, a heartfelt embrace, a caring soul. Her laugh was bliss, equivalent to the shine within her iris every time her smile grazed her cheeks. It wasn’t a surprise that Bode had taken interest in her, their chemistry aflame greater than the burn of forest fires. 

How you managed to lace your fingers with Bode’s after all these years still had you pondering late at night once you returned home from your nightly runs along Three Rock borders. As you stared upon your ceiling nights following, watching the wings of the fan rotate clockwise, you couldn’t help but wonder if your connection with Bode was just as dire, if not more. 

You were a moth to a flame, feverishly stealing caresses and kisses behind the tree and brush. However, there were moments where you couldn’t help but feel as if you were playing cat and mouse with a man who didn’t want to be captured, but simply allowed himself to be solely for the fact of not being alone.

Deep blue eyes of longing, opened mouth kisses to your exposed skin were enough reason to silence your fear. Still, within your core, you sadly knew the hidden depths of reality. Watching Gabriela stand across from Diego hand in hand was the pivotal moment.

It was the way Bode couldn’t tear his eyes off the altar. You could’ve sworn the second the church doors departed with the bride in the center, that you heard him lose his breath. Only a glimpse of Gabriela was spared before you were fixated upon your boyfriend, idling watching the way he simply watched his ex.

Yours and Bode’s hands had been laced yet his attention had been so drawn to Gabriela, he hadn’t noticed you slip your fingers from his twine. You were a moth and he was the flame, no longer a pull of desire but a burnt out flame. As Gabriela passed your aisle, you had taken a step away from Bode, no longer shoulder to shoulder, a gap in between that he once again failed to notice.

Gabriela and Diego’s voices echoed their vows and for a moment intended to be pure, raw, and beautiful, you couldn’t share the communion of love. Your eyes kept flickering between the couple standing before you to Bode’s; and with every glance upon his eye, did your heart only crack. 

It was the way Bode’s oceanic eyes were wide, heavily yearning for something far from reach. Staring him made your stomach turn, your heart feeling as if it were being squeezed until blood no longer flowed enough for it to beat. 

There weren’t enough words in the dictionary to remotely describe the feelings you were succumbing to. The tips of your ears brimmed red, mimicking the warmth upon your cheeks; your heart thumping ever so loudly you felt as if it could be heard rhythmically to the organ as the couple sealed their fate forever.

The second the wedding party had followed Gabriela and Diego, you were quick to dismiss yourself from the aisle, refusing to spare Bode a glance. The church hall and reception were the last place you wanted to be, more so than attending with Bode. Escaping was all you had on your mind, withdrawing without a sound in peace to let out the sobs vibrating the base of your throat.

You felt utterly stupid for even thinking that maybe, just maybe, you were different–that what you and Bode had was different.

While wedding guests followed the bride and groom to the church entrance, you took a beeline the opposite direction, sliding through the back door. Crisp autumn air breezed your face and you let out a long heavy breath. It felt like you were choking but you couldn’t help but gasp as tears freely fell upon your cheeks.

You buried your face in your hands, your fingers pressing into your eyelids as you silently willed yourself to stop crying. Today was supposed to be filled with love yet here you found yourself weeping over a broken heart you should’ve seen long coming.

It doesn’t hurt to dream that we can be more than just something, you uttered to your best friend when you admitted that you had fallen in love with Bode. She had been against you both from the start, standing by the notion that you were only going to be broken in the end. If only you had listened instead of letting the concept of newfound love take reign. 

Dreaming had been a lot easier, less painful than the predicament you were in now.

“Foolish,” you whispered to yourself in disappointment, “so stupid.”

“What’s stupid?”

Bode’s voice made you straighten, your shoulders square adjacent to your chin…jaw taunt. You were certain your mascara had darkened, leaving lash marks underneath your lower eyelid, possibly even trailing down your face. Licking your lips, you rocked on your heels, shaking your head.

“Nothing,” you spoke, your voice betraying you with the ache in tone.

You refused to turn and meet his gaze, not wanting him to see your state but Bode made it difficult to do so. His boots crunched atop fallen leaves and simply by the sound, did you know he was closing the gap to you.

“Hey,” he said softly. His fingers lightly grazed the top of your hand before you could pull it away, confining it to your chest. “What’s wrong?”

Your fingers caressed the spot of your hand he touched and you turned your face, “I’m going home.”

“Home?” he huffed, “why would you be going home?”

You sighed and turned, revealing your broken features, “because this is the last place I want to be.”

Bode’s blue gaze softened upon your exterior and his feet moved on autopilot, desperate to embrace you. 

“No, Bode,” you took a step back, your open palms bracing his chest to keep him apart from you. “You’re not making any sense,” he sounded.

His eyes lingered upon your features, searching for answers to the confusion knitting his brows. “This wedding makes a lot of sense,” you whispered, your eyes blurring with new sprung tears. “I think you liked the idea that maybe you could love me…” you admitted, “but–” you inhaled a breath of air, willing your voice not to crack, “you don’t look at me the way you look at her”.

Bode’s lips parted but you cut him off before he could even beg you to differ, "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨.”

Your name sweetly rolls off his tongue, syllables laced with sympathy, lacking adorn.

“I love you Bode,” you licked your lips, “but it would be stupid of me to even think I could amount to that.”

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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!

[sabrinajenre96]

Bode Leone x Reader:

I loved this show so I said why not do a one shot with Bode Leone. Maybe I will try doing one with Camden Casey in the future... Enjoy 😉

The clang of the firehouse alarm echoed through the bustling station. It was your day off, but the place was a hive of activity. You’d promised Sawyer a visit to her grandparents, Sharon and Vince, and her favorite “Auntie” Eve and “Uncle” Jake. Unbeknownst to you, it was also the day your world would tilt on its axis.

Five years. Five years since Bode had vanished, leaving you heartbroken and carrying a secret. A secret that had blossomed into your bright, beautiful Sawyer. Eve, Jake, Sharon, and Vince had become your rock, your chosen family, helping you navigate single motherhood. They adored Sawyer, their spirited granddaughter, and you were eternally grateful for their unwavering support.

You parked the car, and Sawyer, a whirlwind of energy, burst out, yelling, “Grandma! Grandpa!” You smiled, calling after her, “Sawyer Ryley Leone, slow down!” Your voice carried across the yard, and as you rounded the corner, you froze.

Bode.

He was there, in the firehouse yard, his eyes locked on you. The years melted away, leaving behind the raw ache of his absence. He looked… different. Harder, more weathered. But his eyes, those familiar, intense eyes, held the same depth you remembered. He was staring at you, at Sawyer, his expression a mixture of shock, disbelief, and something akin to longing.

In the background, you vaguely registered Gabriella’s presence. You knew she had a thing for Bode, had even broken up with Jake over it. You’d always been polite but distant with her, tolerating her for Jake’s sake. Now, you saw a flicker of jealousy in her eyes, a possessive glint that made your stomach churn.

Sawyer, oblivious to the tension crackling in the air, launched herself at Sharon and Vince, chattering excitedly about her day. You remained rooted to the spot, your heart pounding in your chest. Bode hadn't moved, his gaze never leaving yours.

The next few hours were a blur. Sharon and Vince’s faces were a mixture of joy at seeing you and Sawyer, and stunned disbelief at Bode’s presence. A long, difficult conversation ensued, the air thick with unspoken words and years of hurt. You explained about Sawyer, about his absence, about the support you’d received. Bode listened, his face etched with pain and regret.

Later, the moment arrived. Sawyer, ever perceptive, looked at Bode with her bright, intelligent eyes. “You’re my daddy,” she stated, with the simple certainty of a five-year-old. You hadn’t told her. You hadn’t needed to. She just knew.

Bode knelt down, his eyes filled with tears. “Hi, Sawyer,” he whispered, his voice rough. He looked at you, a silent question in his eyes. You nodded, a single tear tracing a path down your cheek.

Sawyer, ever the precocious child, launched into a rapid-fire interrogation. “Why did you go away? Grandma and Grandpa said you were busy, but I knew they weren’t telling the whole truth. Are you going to stay now?”

Bode looked at you again, his eyes pleading. “I… I want to, Sawyer,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I really, really want to.”

The road ahead was going to be bumpy. There were years of hurt to unpack, trust to rebuild. But as you looked at Bode, holding Sawyer in his arms, you saw a flicker of hope. A hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to each other, this time for good.

[bullet-prooflove]

Ooo can I please request Bode x fem!reader with the prompt “Love you to the moon and to Saturn”?

I love this man more the words can say!💜💜💜

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @dizzybee03 @yousigned-upforthis @mini-bee-bee

Companion piece to:

Remedial - You discover what’s been going on with Bode.

The God Damn World - Bode wishes he could give you the god damn world.

One Kiss For The Road - Bode gives you one last kiss for the road.

Two Weeks - There’s just two more weeks until Bode’s parole.

Fern - Bode struggles to adjust to life after incaraceration.

Something Else (NSFW) - Bode finds something he loves about life after incaraceration.

It’s past curfew and the ankle monitor attached to Bode’s leg lets out a warning beep to let him know he’s gone a step to far as he stands in the darkness of the field behind your home.  

“Here.” He says as he sets down the picnic blanket, smoothing it out across the damp grass with his large hands.

The two of you have been testing the boundaries of his ankle monitor lately, trying to work out what wiggle room he has after curfew so you don’t accidently overstep the bounds.

“This is perfect.” You say as you sit down on the blanket and Bode takes up residence behind you, his chest coming to rest against your back, his thighs bracketing yours, his arms wrapped around you. You laugh as his lips chase up the side of curve of your throat, brushing over that ticklish spot.

“I love the fact you’re such a nerd.” He murmurs into your ear.

There’s a meteor shower tonight, you haven’t stopped talking about it in days. It makes Bode happy to see you so excited about something, your energy, it’s infectious and he finds himself looking forward to the event.

It’s his first one since prison, his first one with you and he can’t describe how truly meaningful that is to him, that he gets to share something so special with the woman he cares about most in the world.

“I love you.” He whispers, burying his face into the curve of your throat. “To the moon and to Saturn.”

And you smile as you tuck yourself even tighter against him and say.

“Look whose the nerd now.”

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[cloveroctobers]

NOTHING SWEETER — BODE LEONE: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: This will probably flop since it’s basically a ghost town in this tag but here I am! Plus it was also requested for me to write for Bode (again) lol which I don’t have a problem with, we love that guy over here. They’re wrong for going on break after giving us what they gave us! I also just want to say that I really miss Max’s curls but here it goes!!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 18.  “Damn, I hate pollen.” + 8.  “IT’S A DEER!” “Yeah, and?” “I CAN SEE IT!”

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡ ♡

Eve was lucky you loved her.

Being up this early on your first day back in Edgewater to give her a ride to Three Rock (her car was in the shop) was a lot to ask! Not really! but what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t complain a good portion about it on the ride up to camp?

“If I get you an iced coffee, would you love me again?” Eve pinched the space in between her brows, elbow resting against the car door.

You hummed while using one hand to tap on your chin, “Add in a Mozzarella, Pesto, and tomato bagel then we’ll talk.”

Eve twisted her lips upwards, “…that’s a thing? Whatever happened to a simple cream cheese with eggs and avocado?”

“You’re lucky I’m not asking for a soft boiled egg stuffed with caviar.” You respond as you reduce your speed once you cross the bridge, spying the familiar deli spot up ahead.

Eve scoffed as she side eyed you, “oh yeah, Switzerland done made you bougie.”

Which earned a laugh from you as you pulled the Toyota 4Runner into the small parking lot. If you weren’t a bundle of nerves you would have got out of the car with Eve to see what changed about the deli you spent many afternoons in with your old friends. However you let your mind wander a bit as you stared out into edgewater’s view.

You were home…except your childhood home was just a memory now that your divorced parents no longer resided in Edgewater. So you crashed at Eve’s although you were completely fine staying in a hotel since Jake talked you out of an air bnb after watching some movie called, “Barbarian,” and you were tired of hearing the statistics and other real life horror stories he pulled out of his ass. Eve was your number one best friend and she was more than willing to open up her place for a friend like you.

As you took up a interest in archery and later turned into a professional Archer, you were inspired to see what the world had in store so the sooner you got out of Edgewater, the better it was for you. Some just didn’t get it (your parents mainly, with your mother being an orthopedic surgeon and your father a fire chief before his MS took over) and expected you to start your own roots here. It was kind of a thing here in this small town, that you were to begin again and build your own legacy. However you were in the tiny group of odd’s that wanted more than the expectations hanging over your head.

Which is why you were proud to say that you’ve been participating in the Olympics every few years because of your passion for archery. Of course you had people down your neck all throughout your career but you still stood as tall as you could.

Now you were back home in the place that was full of doubts but the tightness in your chest wasn’t as noticeable the closer you got to camp.

“Thanks for dropping me off, I appreciate it.” Eve starts as she spots a few inmates hanging around on the yard already, “If you stick around for a minute I’ll even do you a solid and send Bode your way. Since I know it’ll be difficult otherwise.”

Taking a deep inhale you say, “I still can’t believe he’s here.”

“Yeah well…if he stays on the right track this time he’ll be out even sooner.” Eve tells, “He’s still a big pain in all of our asses but I think it would do him some good to see you…you did come all this way.”

It’s been years since you last saw each other but you came back for Riley’s funeral and you reached out to Bode when he moved away to a few towns over and changed his last name. You tried to be there even being ocean’s apart but when Bode felt low, it always felt like he wanted to take the world on his shoulder’s and find a way to make it spin again. Yet that landed him in prison and Eve had no problem filling you in on everything in between.

Would he even want to see you? It’s not like your relationship turned sour or anything…it’s just been awhile being in contact with each other. You weren’t nearly this anxious seeing Eve and doubted you would be when you had lunch with Jake and Cara—which was still weird to you—But being near Bode was different from everybody else and you knew that.

“I did…didn’t I?” You loll your head to face Eve, who studies it for a moment before dipping her head.

She tapped her hand against the outside of the door, whispering into the spring air, “it’ll be fine. He’s in a much better headspace and you’re still family no matter where you disappear off to, you got that?”

A watery smile goes Eve’s way before she leaves you to collect yourself. You’re pulling your mirror down from the sun visor, patting underneath your eyes and beginning to second guess yourself. You were here for two weeks and there was no way that you planned on not seeing Bode. You ran into his parents just last night at the bar, craving some wings before heading to Eve’s, just to be received with warm arms and classic banter from the Leone’s.

They were the parents you could talk to more than your own. If you weren’t crashing at Eve’s then you would definitely be at the Leone’s but then Bode and Cara happened so that’s when some of the distance was created. They didn’t last, like most teenage relationships but out of respect you felt like it was the right thing to do.

It felt right being back, even if it was only temporary.

Maybe that’s just how you had to view Bode’s situation. He wasn’t a temporary kind of friend although you couldn’t socialize as much but you tried to be hopeful. Even climbed out of the car pacing back and forth, not paying much attention to anyone around until you spotted the green dust decorating the navy car.

Scowling in disgust, you swiped the arm of your jacket around the hood of your car before cringing at the greenery you wiped on your sweatpants afterwards.

“Damn, I hate pollen.” A voice comes from behind, which makes you slowly stand up straight and glance over your shoulder.

There he was.

Bode Leone, standing in the flesh, hands deep in his jacket pockets, and a small smile on his lips.

You fully turn to face him and tilt your head to the side, “Didn’t I tell you once before that Orange isn’t your color?”

Bode lifts his shoulders with humor in his blue-green eyes as he motions towards the spot on you, “yeah, well maybe green isn’t yours either.”

You scoff as you motion to your outfit, “what? You don’t think I’m pulling it off?”

The blond chuckles as he takes a step towards you, “As long as you don’t start itching then sure, whatever you say.”

“Oh,” you scratch at the back of your hand and shoot a glare at the man who’s got crinkles by his eyes now, “why did you have to go and say that Bode! Now I’m doing it!”

“Sorry! It’s just that I sorta remembered that you were sensitive to almost everything including air.” He says to you, teasing somewhat, now standing face to face with you.

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but to smile at that. You didn’t know what it was growing up in high school, you were highly allergic to almost everything which landed you in the nurses office a lot but it seemed to relax as you reached your twenties and moved away. You always joked that maybe it was Edgewater that was making you sick. Yet the longer you stood in this town and interacted with not only Eve but Bode, you knew that wasn’t completely true.

“It’s good to see you, Bo.” You lightly shove his shoulder back while he nods in agreement, “can I give you a hug?”

Bode blinks the furrow of his brows away as if you were being ridiculous, “of course you can.”

And you’re cradling the back of his head while his fingers are at your spine, swaying from side to side in a firm but gentle squeeze. Then he’s burying his nose into your shoulder and the feel of the embrace tells you that this was meant to be.

When your eyes open, you realize that you could live just fine in Bode’s arms. You remember your final kiss goodbye in Drayscott, one month before you left the country and one month before Bode attempted to pull off a robbery—it was the sweetest thing—the kiss obviously! because it should have been happened. It didn’t come out of nowhere, it was full of intention, full of wonder and love but you were aware that it wasn’t the right time to be something more.

Maybe some day it could be.

Little did you know, Bode kept that memory not far away. He was kicking himself for the what if’s but when he manages to pull himself out of the blue, he thinks about the best possibility being you.

The both of you could be good together, could see the world together and he wasn’t sure how it all looked but he was willing to imagine.

A gasp makes Bode pull away, alarmed.

“IT’S A DEER!” You point, over Bode’s shoulder.

He glances over his shoulder to in fact see the said brown animal, peering at the two of you, “Yeah, and?”

“I CAN SEE IT!” You attempt to lower your voice but the excitement got the best of you as you almost bounce on your toes.

Bode’s still lightly has a hand resting on your waist now, as they watch the beautiful creature sniff at the grass and carried on deeper and away into the woods.

“Are you telling me they don’t have deer out in Switzerland?” There’s amusement in Bode’s voice as he peeks back at you.

“I’ve been in the city mainly but it’s been awhile since I’ve really been one with nature, you know? Which reminds me, I’ll have to make time to go off roading with this baby one of these days. Or hiking.” You jam a thumb back at the car.

Bode nods, “you’ll be careful won’t you? Don’t get so easily impressed with animals, not all of them will have the best intentions.”

You were an animal lover back in the day, so much to the point you wouldn’t dissect a frog sophomore year, which landed you in the principal’s office.

“What?” You blow a raspberry, “I’m like freaking Princess Aurora. Animals love me.”

Bode squints his eyes, “…didn’t you get bit by a goat when we were like what? Fourteen?”

“You’re really killing my vibe man and I don’t like that.” You yank on the end of Bode’s hair who laughs again.

He raises his hands in surrender and grips your wrist from his head, “alright, alright. My bad but if it makes you feel better, I still have that scar after that horse kicked the shit out of me when we had too many drinks partying at Tamsin Kadoka’s farm.”

“Really?”

Bode nods, “yeah, right on my lower back and it’s shaped like Utah.”

You meet each other’s gaze before bursting out laughing in unison at yet another memory. He’s gripping your shoulder again while he’s got your attention, “just promise me when you’re out there in those woods that you’re careful. I’d hate it if something happened to you.”

“Well the feeling is mutual, Bo.” You state, “you just had to go on and choose firefighting huh?”

Bode shrugs, “Must be in the Leone blood.”

“Yeah, must be.” You murmur, staring at him like there’s stars getting ready to rise in your eyes and Bode can’t help but to lean forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

His facial hair pricks you but you don’t mind.

“Leone!” A guard calls out, which means your time is up for now.

You hold his hand, interlocking your fingers, which he squeezes with a smile to match, eyes wandering all over your features, almost as if to tell himself that you are in fact really here.

“Until next time?” He questions.

You smile, “See you soon, Bode.”

And he grins at you, those crinkles by his eyes returning before he slips his hand from yours.

This was brief but sweet and you’re mentally kicking yourself for thinking that this could go wrong.

You’re watching Bode walk away from you and he can’t help but to jog backwards to get another look at you. Almost as if you would disappear again and you would never see him again. When he turns back around, heading to the guard on shift who announces the inmates need to get ready for line ups inside at the bunks, he meets up with Cole on his way.

“Who was that?” Cole nudges his chin in your direction.

You’re seated in the driver’s seat, window down, leaning on your arm as you watch the men in Orange make their way back inside.

Catching Bode’s eye, you wave before rolling your window almost all the way up and pull away from the camp site.

“Someone i would like to give the world and more to once im out of here.”

Cole is smirking but appreciates the honesty as he claps Bode on his shoulder, already knowing what that look is for. “Then let’s make it happen, Leone! Nothing sweeter than having something on the outside to fight for, you know?”

“I agree.” Bode pulls his gaze from your retreating car, finding himself standing up straighter as they awaited for Eve to start their day.

When Eve’s brown eyes set on Bode’s, he just barely tips in his head in thanks, which the woman echo’s as she carries on along the line.

Bode already can’t wait for the next day he can get reconnected with you in person again so, he bites his smile away.

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Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

[backstreetboysfan]

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"

[i-wanna-write]

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

[i-wanna-write]

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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Something Else: Bode Leone x Reader (NSFW)

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One of Bode’s favourite things about being out on parole is the upgrade in shower facilities.

In prison you get ten minutes in the company with at least one other person, you try not to look but it’s incidental. The water was always freezing cold or scalding, there’s no in between. It was different at fire camp, you get fifteen minutes to yourself but the water pressure was shitty and the temperature tepid at best.

At home with you he gets as much hot water as he wants for as long as he wants, and baths…

They are a game changer after a hard day working construction or volunteering with Cal Fire.

Another thing he enjoys is the aromatherapy aspect. He’s used to relying on the shit they have in commissary and then what Cap was able to source from the General Store. It was always nameless, scentless, rough on his skin.

When he comes across the Wild & Sage stall at the Farmer’s Market he’s overwhelmed, he’s always liked the idea of natural products he’s just never been able to try them due to his legal predicament.

“I don’t know what to choose.” He says softly to you, his fingertips trailing over the silver reuseable containers. “There’s so many…”

“That’s what samples are for.” You say quietly, taking his hand in yours. You dab your fingers into the moisturising cream before spreading it across the back of his hand. He raises it to his nose inhaling it and that scent, the woodsy overtone, it makes everything feel a little lighter. His skin feels softer, less tight, less dry.

He spends over thirty minutes in front of that stall, talking with the vendor, trying all the samples. He works out what he likes, what he doesn’t like. He ends up spending a small fortune on toiletries, something he’s never done in his life.

“It’s nice to see you investing in yourself.” You tell him, when you come back from the florist with a bouquet of sunflowers tucked into the crook of your arm.

He smiles when the bathroom door clicks open, he sees your shape beyond the frosted glass, hears the sound of your clothes falling onto the tiles. This is the other thing he likes, the company.

“Hi.” He murmurs as you step underneath the stream of water with him.

“Hi.” You say, your fingers threading through his damp hair as you press against him.

“God you feel good.” He whispers against your lips, your fingers wrap around his cock and he inhales sharply because the sensation of your hand working him over, it’s bliss.

“But this is better right?” You tease, your thumb tracing over the tip of his cock.

He moans into your mouth because you, you have magic hands. He’ll never get tired of the way you touch him, the light brush of your fingertips, the steady intense pressure of your palm. The ecstasy, it builds in the base of his spine, searing through his synapses as you stroke him a little faster, a little harder. His breathing becomes ragged, his kisses messy, he’s right there at the edge of the precipice when your pussy envelops him.

He can’t think, he can’t breathe, all he can do revel in the sensation of that tight wet heat as it grips him.

“Baby.” He drawls as you clench around the tip of his dick. “Fuck baby, fuck!”

He comes so fucking hard that he sees stars, his release spilling into you. When he pulls out, it coats the head of his cock. You grasp his shaft, smearing his spent all over your pussy and he almost loses it all over again. You kill him with this shit, he swears to God, you do.

“You are something else you know that?” He murmurs, his forehead coming to rest coming to rest upon yours. “Truly you are.”

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I was scrolling through Tumblr and I was reading some fanfiction about Max thieriot as Bode leone. This man deserves a lot of love... I am obsessed with the tv show Fire Country

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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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Bode Leone Masterlist

Remedial - You discover what's been going on with Bode.

The God Damn World - Bode wishes he could give you the god damn world.

One Kiss For The Road - Bode gives you one last kiss for the road.

Two Weeks - There's just two more weeks until Bode's parole.

Trust - You are the only person Bode trusts entirely.

Fern - Bode struggles to adjust to life after incaraceration.

Gossip - Bode doesn't realise the two of you are the source of some small town gossip.

Something Else (NSFW) - Bode finds something he loves about life after incaraceration.

To The Moon & To Saturn - Bode finds a nerdy way to tell you how he feels.

Waiting - You and Bode say goodbye before he goes on campaign.

NSFW Alphabet:

Bondage

Dominance

Extra

Yes Sir

Zones

HCs:

Dark Secrets

THOTS:

Not Enough

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Give me one kiss for the road, boy

Remedial - You discover what's been going on with Bode.

The God Damn World - Bode wishes he could give you the god damn world.

Two Weeks - There's just two more weeks until Bode's parole.

You shouldn’t be doing this, you know it and Bode knows it but the two of you can’t seem to stop because whenever he gets his hands on you it’s like a fire ignites in your veins and it eats away your sanity. It’s why you’ve started going on daily jogs, they always coincide with Bode’s alone time by the lake and they end up with you making love in the small clearing where you meet.

“Do I look like I just got fucked in the woods?” You ask him as you pull your hair back into a neat ponytail. It’s taken you ten minutes to pick the twigs and leaves out of it.

Bode smiles as he dusts off the dirt from his orange overalls.

“You look like my girl.” He murmurs, his firm body pressing you back against the tree. “The one I’m so crazy in love with that I’d move heaven and earth just to see her come again.”

“Bode…” You breath as his fingers hook on the elastic of your jogging bottoms and he sinks to his knees yet again because Bode, he just can’t get enough of you.

“That’s it baby.” He drawls as he presses his heated mouth back to your damp panties. “Let me give you one last kiss for the road.”

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The God Damn World: Bode Leone x Reader

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It’s a series of stolen moments between you and Bode, teasing kisses and light caresses that ignite something deep down inside of him. It’s been a long time since he’s felt like this, like he’s worth something, that he matters to someone.

His thumb chases over the line of your jaw, tipping your chin up so that he can look into those beautiful eyes of yours. A man could get lost in those eyes, he has many a time over the last few months.

“This isn’t a casual thing for me.” He finds himself telling you, his lips ghosting over yours. “It never has been.”

“I know.” You whisper, your fingertips trailing across his grizzled cheek.

There’s always been a tenderness in you, a kindness, a compassion. He’d seen it the moment you’d met, bandaging up Freddy’s hand in the back of that ambulance. The other man had been terrified about going back to prison but you were soothing, your words calming. He’s only been with you a couple of months but you’ve already given him so much. Your time, your heart, your body.

“I wish I could give you more.”  He murmurs, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “I wish I could give you the God damn world.”

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Heyyy I asked for Bode NSFW Alphabet! Can you do B D E Y Z? Thanks love ❤️🔥

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

I think due to his time incarcerated Bode could not deal with having restraints in the bedroom. I think it would really fuck with him. When he does submit to his partner I think he would hold his wrists, one crossed over the other above his head as a gesture as a symbol of that restraint. He wouldn’t move from his position unless he’s ‘allowed’ to.

However I do think he would enjoy a blindfold, maybe a silk eye mask could be something. I think he’s a very sensual person and that would be something he’d be very into especially if his partner was bestowing tender kisses all over his body.

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

I imagine he would be the more submissive of the two, he’s been forced into a lot of dominant roles during his time in prison and I think that submitting to someone, trusting them would be a huge relief for him. His partner would be a very soft Dom, someone who builds him up, tells him how good he is, how he deserves his pleasure. He flourishes under that tenderness and it builds his confidence making him feel safe and loved.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

I honestly feel like after prison, this is a journey of self discovery for Bode because he doesn’t know what he likes. I think sex before that was with Kara and that was usual teenage stuff. After that he steered towards addiction so everything else was getting fucked, while he was fucked. With the right partner he now has the space to learn what he liked and to try new things.

I can easily see him coming to his partner with a new idea, something he’s seen, read or heard about and being can we try this whilst being a little shy. I could also see him accidently discovering thing like when she runs her hands through his hair, she tugs just a little and he realises that gets him off.

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

His first name is a big one because in prison it’s mostly last names, it’s a way of de-humaising people, reducing their identity. He loves hearing you say his name. He likes it when you call him baby as well, I think it gives him a sense of belonging, he loves the affectionateness of it.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

He loves it when you kiss his thighs, he’s very sensitive there and the light brushing of your lips makes him feel like he’s cherished. Kissing his neck always gets him in the mood, especially if your hands are in his hair.

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