#beau alren

[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Chapter 12

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! Tense medical situations. I’m sure I’ll botch medical terms in there somewhere lmao. 

Word Count: 2436

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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She didn’t remember calling the ambulance. She didn’t remember doing CPR on him. She didn’t remember any of it. All she remembered doing was screaming. She thought she had lost him, and honestly, for a moment, the paramedics thought she might have. Had she not been doing CPR on him she would have lost him permanently. When they got to his trailer, along with a panicked Jenny, his fever was 105 degrees F. 

She vaguely remembered that Jenny was the one who pulled her away from him so that the paramedics could get to work.  There were multiple people all around her that were telling her that she saved his life, but honestly, she felt like she’d killed him, all because all the times he’d tried to tell her why he’d brought the pill that morning, she wouldn’t listen to him, and now, it’d escalated to this. 

“Sweetie, you need to calm down,” Jenny said, handing her a cup of coffee that Y/N took with shaking hands, but didn’t even bother drinking. “He’s gonna be okay, but he’s gonna need you in one piece when he’s allowed to see you again. You’re no good to him if you’ve given yourself a nervous breakdown.”

“This is all my fault Jenny!” Y/N whisper yelled at the blonde woman sitting next to her. “If I would have just listened to him, let him tell me what his intentions were, but no, I had to be bull headed and stubborn, and now this.”

“Y/N, you heard what that paramedic told you, and I swear to God that doctor is gonna spend time in federal prison over this! Rut, or Rut Fever did not cause his fever. He’s sepsis. He has an infection. Is he in rut right now, yes, but it’s from being in close quarters with his True Mate without consummating the claim. They even did the blood test to prove it when you both got here. Rut Fever doesn’t get that high, even when they’re feral. That doctor is a sick fuck who lied and neglected him and refused to treat him. Nothing you and Beau did, or didn’t do, caused this.”

Y/N wanted to believe her, she really did. But it was hard, because she’d believed the doctor so completely, even if it was subconciously. It had made sense at the time. Just when they’d agreed to fix it. It all went so wrong again. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. 

“I want to see him,” Y/N said for what was the thousandth time. He was critical when they’d gotten to Beau’s trailer, so the ambulance wouldn’t let her ride with them to the hospital. Every time she closed her eyes all she saw his limp body laying on that gurney as they carried him out of his trailer. It was an image that would haunt her nightmares for years, and years, to come. 

“When I went and asked how he was doing just now the nurse said that his temp was coming down, and that he was stable and resting comfortably. As soon as his fever is under complete control, and he’s awake, they will come and get us to let us see him,” Jenny assured her, but Y/N felt like it was taking too long, and rightfully so, she had some serious trust issues with doctors at the moment. 

“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” she questioned, and Jenny dead panned. 

“The rut hormone is still very present in his system,” Jenny argued. “He is gonna wanna see you. Hell, when he’s ready to get out of here, he’s got to go with you if he wants to leave as long as the hormone is present. Which, from what I’m told, will be present until he claims you.”

Y/N nodded, looking down at the dark liquid in the cup she still clutched untouched between her hands. 

“That’s what’s bad about this biology we have,” Jenny continued. “Sometimes, our genetics, fate, whatever you wanna call it chooses for us. If he doesn’t claim you, or if he claims you, and you reject him, yes, eventually he will go feral and it will kill him. He knows that. You know that. But what happened tonight had nothing to do with any of that. He’s nowhere near feral.”

“Yeah, well, maybe biology got it wrong, cause it doesn’t really feel like Beau and I were meant to be. Every time we get close to fixing this shit, or one another, everything goes south in a hurry,” Y/N revealed, and Jenny nodded thoughtfully next to her. 

“You know, nothing worth having is ever gonna come easy, and I promise you, that man laying in there on that hospital bed is worth fighting for. He’s a stubborn, bullheaded Alpha, he talks too damn much. He tends to put his foot in his mouth. But that man in there loves hard, and I always knew he'd be a good Alpha for whatever woman is lucky enough to have him. You guys are meant for each other, or it wouldn't be so damn hard.”

Somewhere deep down, Y/N knew Jenny was right. She knew it. Still, sitting there alone in that hospital room, her ‘Alpha’ was very, very, sick, and she couldn’t see him. She felt like life had totally bottomed out from under her. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A voice sounded from the door, and Y/N stood up so fast her head spun slightly, with Jenny hot on her heels. 

“Yes! That’s me!”

“Your Alpha is asking for you. He’s awake and won't calm down until his Omega is with him. He’s in a deep rut, and is very agitated,” she explained as she led the way down the hallway of rooms and random room numbers that Y/N wasn’t paying attention to. 

“How’s the fever?” Y/N questioned, and the nurse came to a stop in front of a door with the number 11 on it. 

“Down to 99.8,” she informed her, and Y/N literally breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I’m sorry,” the nurse turned to Jenny, who was standing right beside Y/N next to Beau’s door. “But because he’s in rut, we can’t allow another Alpha in the room with him right now, the doctor said just his Omega, we don’t want him to get irritated again, and his blood pressure rise.”

Jenny nodded knowingly before turning to the Y/N. “Let me know how he’s doing. I’ve got to go back to the station.”

Y/N tried to attempt a smile, but it failed somewhere on her face, her mind was too heavy to smile. She had no idea what she was walking into with Beau, and now she had to walk into it alone. Sure, she wanted to see him, but she didn’t know if she was as ready to face him as she thought she was. 

The nurse opened the door, and Y/N stepped inside as it closed tightly behind her. Beau was laying on the bed, arm propped up on pillows instead of in a sling, IV’s and machines seemed to be hooked to him, and she was pretty sure one of those was a dialysis machine, and her heart dropped to her feet. Had his kidneys failed too?

Beau, hearing the door close, turned to look at her standing here, and reached for her with his good arm and her heart shattered. He looked pathetic. It was hard not to just sit on the floor and cry. 

“You scared the hell out of me,” Y/N admitted as she made her way to his bedside, and he quickly grabbed her hand on his own, holding onto it tightly. 

“I scared the fuck out of myself too,’ he admitted. “Apparently that doctor we saw earlier is a quack, and damn near killed me all because he was pissed you weren’t walking around with my claim on your neck.”

Y/N nodded, looking off out the window as a sudden realization dawned on her. 

“Yeah… Jenny said she was headed back to the station, but I got a feeling she might be going to rip that doctor’s throat out.”

Beau chuckled to himself. “Most likely.”

“I’m sorry Beau, I feel like this is all my fault.”

“It’s not,” he answered quickly. “The doctor said most likely they either didn’t clean the wound well enough, or there is a fragment of bullet left behind that caused an infection that got into my bloodstream and into my kidneys. The fever from the infection brought on a seizure that brought on respiratory destress. You had nothing to do with that sweetheart, that was that idiot doctor’s fault. As soon as they get the infection under control, they’re going to put me under and take a deeper look at the wound, probably tomorrow, and I’ll be fine.”

Beau grimaced and looked away from her. She panicked, and reached for the nurses button, but he stopped her.

“I’m okay, It’s just my rut,” he said. It’s just really hard not to pull you down here with me right now,” he admitted with a dark laugh. 

“I don’t think the hospital staff would appreciate that,” she voiced, and Beau just rolled his eyes. 

“You know, in Texas, when an Alpha is deep in rut as I am right now, they give the Alpha and their Omega a private room so that they can handle what they need to handle without being interrupted.”

“Beau,” she said, narrowing her gaze at him. “I don’t think that you’re physically able to knot anyone right now.”

Beau growled under his breath, and she had a feeling that if she would have understood whatever he was saying it would have pissed her off, so she left it alone. Alphas tend to be more than a little on the filthy side of the gutter when they’re in rut, and that usually means comments that were slap worthy. It was the first time she’d seen Beau like this since she’d picked him up from the hospital, which meant he was feeling better.

“Well, will you at least come lay up here next to me?” He pleaded, and he looked so fucking pathetic, she didn’t want to tell him no. He had a way of pulling a puppy dog face that would just melt her and she was pretty sure he knew what he was doing, but he looked so down and pathetic she didn’t want to scold him for it. 

“What if I hurt you?” she asked, and he rolled his eyes dramatically. 

“You’re not going to hurt me, Omega,” he insisted. “Just about everything they got hooked up to me is on one side, just... Please?”

“Fine,” she relented, narrowing her lips at him with disdain, but he didn’t seem to mind, judging by the victorious smirk on his lips. “But if we get yelled at, you’re explaining to them it was your idea.”

“As freaked out as everyone was when I got here, I’m pretty sure I could get away with murder,” he revealed as she settled herself next to him, and as soon as she touched him, she watched as his body visibly relaxed next to her. Apparently having her close really did help, he wasn’t lying about that. 

“How long have you been awake?” She questioned, and Beau sighed as he nosed around her hair, attempting to catch her scent the best he could in his weakened and somewhat incapacitated state. 

“‘Bout thirty minutes, I think. The doctor pissed me off, and that’s when they came to get you.”

“What happened?” she questioned, suddenly curious. 

“Well, he threatened to call Alpha protective services because I was in a deep rut, and you were walking around without a claim mark on your neck. He asked if you were the reason you weren’t claiming, if you were fighting the claim, and I snapped.”

Y/N sat up suddenly very angry. “Why the fuck are these doctor’s stuck on that?! I swear to God! So what, you’re in rut, and I’m not claimed! Did they ever think that maybe the fact that you’ve been, oh, I don’t know, shot, septic, and nearly died as a damn good reason as to WHY I haven’t been claimed!”

Y/N looked down to find Beau smirking proudly, and she would have slapped him had he been in better physical shape. 

“He didn’t ask that until after he explained to me that I was sick, and not dying of rut fever. I think he was just concerned that I even thought that, and assumed you were fighting the claim. After I nearly bit his head off and told him what happened at the rapid care clinic, and that we were about to carry out the claim when I blacked out and had a seizure, then kinda stopped breathing, he changed his tune.”

“Wait, that was a seizure?” Y/N questioned, and Beau nodded. 

“Apparently, the fever caused a seizure, the seizure caused me to go into respiratory distress, and then the ambulance showed up. If you weren’t doing CPR on me, I probably wouldn’t be here, or I’d be braindead.”

Y/N shuttered, and held Beau a little tighter, or as tight as she could without hurting him. She didn’t like to even think about what happened, or almost happened to him. It made her sick to her stomach. She came so close to losing him. She still somehow felt as though it was her fault. 

“When we get out of here, I’m going to finish what we started, the right way,” he promised, nuzzling into her hair and leaving little kisses to the top of her forehead. 

He was tired, she could tell he was tired just by looking at him, but he was alive, and that’s all that mattered, they’d worry about the claim when he was better. They would work it out. It didn’t matter, as long as he was still here and breathing, that’s all that mattered. 

“Sleep Alpha, I’ll be here when you wake up, they’d have to arrest me to get me out of the bed, and considering who you are, I don’t think that the arrest is likely.”

“It would be funny for them to call Jenny to have her arrest you though, kinda hot too.”

“Don’t push it Alpha,” she warned, and he chuckled to himself, no longer able to keep his eyes open as the amount of drugs and pain medication they gave him started to take its toll. 

Maybe when they got out of here, then he could claim her like he should have done the night she’d shown up at his trailer. Then maybe, just maybe, this hell would be over and they could start their life together…

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Taken for Granted, Part One

Summary: Having had his share of dangerous situations and close calls in Houston, this was meant to be the start of a quieter, slower life for Beau, Y/N and their daughter. Taking the job as Acting Sheriff in Helena, Montana, was a dream come true until Beau starts to spend far too much time with Jenny Hoyt, in and out of the office. At first, Y/N doesn’t mind too much, but one night Beau misses his daughter’s hockey tryouts and phone calls in favour of shooting tequila in a bar with his co-worker, and Y/N isn’t sure if she’s being taken for granted or if something bigger is going on that she needs to worry about.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader

Warnings: Meet cute, flirting, angst, mentions of injuries, arguments, language, accusations of cheating.

Bingo Square: Free Space for @j3bingo

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is my first submission on my @j3bingo card. It was beat’d by the lovely @writethelifeyouwant and is my first Beau fic! I hope you enjoy! 💖

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Being married to a police officer wasn’t easy, and Y/N knew that. She’d lost count of the number of promises she’d made throughout her younger years that she would never fall for a cop, and so in true Y/N fashion she did, in fact, fall for a cop.

She was from a police family; her grandpa, dad, and brothers had all felt the calling, and she knew they were disappointed that she didn’t follow the same path. It was like she wasn’t ‘one of them’ because she didn’t wear a badge and carry a gun, and their relationship became tense and strained.

Then she met Beau Arlen.

Finally, her family saw her differently. She became the hero because it was the stronger person that sent their loved one off with a goodbye kiss every morning, not knowing if they’d come home.

“So, uh… I’d really like to see you again. Take you on a date,” Officer Arlen had said after questioning her about the brawl that broke out in the bar where her friend’s bachelorette party was in full swing.

“Have they changed the rules about cops dating witnesses, Officer Arlen?” Y/N smirked.

“You’ve corroborated what fifty other people in this bar saw, but you didn’t see enough to be an official witness,” Beau explained.

“I don’t do cops,” she replied, trying to sound uninterested and not fall for his boyish charm and infuriatingly handsome face.

“I’m not asking you to “do” me, Miss Y/L/N, I’m asking you to go on a date with me,” the officer smirked, and she rolled her eyes.

“I don’t date cops,” Y/N changed her wording, trying to make him give up and leave her alone.

“Why, you got a problem with authority or something?” Beau was grinning. She knew he was flirting with her, and although he was cute and she was tempted, Y/N knew the second he found out the truth about her, he would run for the hills.

“You have no idea who I am, do you, Officer Arlen?” Y/N said, chuckling when he looked like he was searching through a Rolodex in his brain.

“Well, ma’am, I’m pretty sure I’d remember if I’d hooked up with a woman as beautiful as you. In fact, if we’d hooked up, I would never have let you go, so it’s not that.” Beau was teasing and she knew it. She’d have already gone home with him if he had any other career.

“You really have no idea who I am?” Y/N asked again, more seriously this time.

“Should I?” he replied, his tone matching her seriousness for the first time since he’d questioned her about the fight.

“Huh… I’m surprised my face isn’t ingrained in y’alls memories at training,” she mused. “My father is Joe Y/L/N, Chief of Police.” Now if that didn’t get this guy to back off, nothing would, Y/N thought.

“Is that meant to scare me away, or…?” Beau let his question hang in the air, and she had to admit, his complete indifference to who her father was–who her family were–only made him more appealing to her.

“When most guys find out who my father is and that I have three brothers on the force, they usually run a mile in the other direction.”

“I’m not most guys, darlin’.” Beau’s charming smile was obnoxious. And intoxicating. And stunning. “So, how about that date?”

Already on her way to falling for him, Y/N agreed to a date, and they’d been together ever since. They got married two years later, just before he was made detective, and she’d been by his side every step he climbed in the ranks of Houston P.D. Three years into their marriage, Y/N gave birth to their daughter, Maisie.

Growing up as she had, Y/N was well aware of the risks being a cop came with, but Beau took it to a completely new level. He was always going against protocol, putting himself in dangerous situations and taking unnecessary risks.

The worst incident had been when he ran after two armed robbers without waiting for backup. He caught one of them, but just as he handcuffed him and read him his rights, the other thief turned and fired. He’d been incredibly lucky that the bullet only hit his clavicle. If it had landed an inch to the left, it would’ve got his carotid artery and killed him.

Six months back on the job he did the exact same thing: chased down two armed drug dealers without any backup. Both perps opened fire this time, and it was a miracle he hadn’t been shot again.

They’d had the worst argument of their entire relationship after that, leading to Y/N not speaking to him for days. She felt it was more than justified because he’d been seriously wounded less than a year before and gone through several surgeries and weeks of physiotherapy. Not to mention Maisie was only four years old and Y/N really didn’t want to tell their daughter that her daddy wasn’t coming home.

Two weeks later and still in the midst of a silent standoff, Beau had tried to tell her that a dangerous operation to take down the biggest drug kingpin in Houston was going down that day. Y/N remained silent as she packed Maisie’s lunch for kindergarten and at his insistence that they talk about things, she’d responded pettily as she lifted Maisie out of Beau’s arms and made to leave for the day.

“I’d say be careful, but you and I both know you don’t know the meaning of the word,” Y/N spat at him.

“Darlin’, please,” Beau had sighed, defeated but knowing he kinda deserved it. Even he knew he’d been stupid chasing after armed suspects without waiting for backup. Twice.

“At least this time, try to remember you have a daughter and a wife at home and to not get yourself nearly killed.”

Beau didn’t make it to the precinct that morning. A dirty cop on the task force had told the cartel boss what was going down, and Beau had been attacked and kidnapped from a gas station as he’d filled the car on his way to work. He’d been held hostage, tortured, and beaten for four days.

When they finally found him, he’d been at death’s door. Lucky to be alive, all of the doctors had said. The first time they let Y/N in to see him after they’d run their tests and stitched him up, the sight of her husband’s broken and beaten body almost killed her.

Watching her sob at his bedside, Beau had tried to calm her down, but the guilt she had over their fight, over what her last words to him were, and the fear that she’d almost lost him—again—was too strong. She couldn’t even hug him for fear that she’d hurt him more.

All night she’d sat by his bedside, watching him sleep, thankful for everything she still had and grateful he’d fought so hard to stay alive for her and Maisie.

The next morning, they’d agreed to never go to bed, or leave the house angry at each other, again. It’d been too much of a close call, and they both knew they’d never forgive themselves if the worst had happened and they hadn’t been speaking.

After his first dose of morphine for the day, when Beau no longer felt like he’d been hit by a bus, he encouraged Y/N to curl up with him on the uncomfortable hospital bed, giving both of them the comfort and affection they’d missed for the past few weeks.

That promise to never go to work or bed angry at each other lasted for eleven years. Yes, they argued and had disagreements, and more than once they’d gone to bed or about their days hurling a rather aggressive “I love you” at the other, but they’d never left the other in any doubt that they still loved and cared for the other.

Until now.

This was the sixth night in a row Y/N had gone to bed alone, and just as many days she’d woken up that way too. Beau had told her that moving to Montana would make it better, that he wouldn’t work as long hours or have as many dangerous encounters as he’d had in Houston.  At first, he had been right.

The first few months in Helena had been great. Beau was home in time for dinner every night, and they had breakfast as a family every morning. He didn’t even have a close call once a week, never mind several times a day. By all accounts, in those first couple of months, being Acting Sheriff in Helena, Montana, had been everything Beau and Y/N had hoped for.

Then he started working longer hours and responding to calls a sheriff should be sending his deputies to. Not to mention Beau would attend those calls with an officer who wasn’t even his partner. An officer he was currently in a bar with; drinking tequila, singing karaoke, and posing for pictures with, according to her social media. And so, once again, Y/N had gone to bed alone.

The sound of the shower running roused Y/N from sleep, and she glanced at the alarm clock. Frowning at the late hour, she turned on her back and set her gaze on the ceiling as she waited for the water to shut off.

It felt like an hour, but she knew it was only a few minutes later that Beau emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his damp hair with a towel.

“It’s a little late for a shower,” Y/N stated, making Beau jump, clearly startled she was awake.

“Jesus, darlin’, you scared the crap outta me!” Beau chuckled. “Did I wake you?”

“You were having a shower at three in the morning, Beau, of course you woke me.” Y/N’s voice was filled with irritation that she knew he’d be able to pick up on.

“I’m sorry, baby. It was a later night than I planned. Thought I’d save some time by showering now instead of the morning.” Beau carelessly threw his damp towel onto the bathroom floor and walked towards the bed, completely naked and standing at half-mast.

Normally, the sight of him naked and hard would have her salivating and pouncing on him the second he lay down, but not tonight. Tonight, she couldn’t help but visualise Jenny on her knees sucking him off. She didn’t know where the unwelcome image came from, she knew he wouldn’t cheat on her… or at least she used to know that. 

Logically, Y/N also knew that the fact he was hardening with every step he took meant that that kind of activity hadn’t been happening while he was out, but she was hurt and confused and still half asleep. And men did not drink tequila in bars with other women all night and then come home at three o’clock in the morning and jump straight into the shower if they’d been faithful now, did they?

“I’m surprised you’re walking in a straight line. It looked like quite the party you and Jenny were having to yourselves.” The irritation in Y/N’s tone had increased tenfold since she last spoke.

“It wasn’t that kinda night, what with Jenny’s mom being in the wind again.” Beau frowned, and the fact that he was playing the night down hurt even more and made her exhausted with the whole situation.

“Huh,” Y/N huffed. “Social media really must be all smoke and mirrors after all because she didn’t look too beat up about it in the photos. In fact, it looked like you two were having a great time shooting tequila and singing karaoke, looking all cosy together,” she spat and turned her back on him.

“Y/N,” Beau sighed.

“I need to get some sleep. I promised Maisie I’d get her to school early tomorrow so she can pick up her uniform before her first practice with the senior hockey team.”

“Maisie made the team?” The pride in her husband’s voice made her smile for the briefest of seconds until she remembered she and their daughter were mad at him right now.

“Yes, which you’d have known if you’d come to the game tonight instead of going out drinking, or if you’d picked up any one of your daughter’s eight calls. You know, she was really upset that she couldn’t get a hold of you, Beau.”

“Great,” he said as he slid a large, warm palm over her waist, and she shivered at his touch. “I’ve upset both my girls.”

“All for Jenny and some tequila. I hope she was worth it, Beau, because I don’t know if I can keep doing this.”

“Y/N, come on,” he pleaded, “it was just a few drinks.”

“For the fourth time this week. And until three in the morning again. I haven’t physically spoken to you since Friday, and the only reason we’re talking right now is because you woke me up. You know, all these late nights with another woman are starting to throw up all sorts of red flags, Beau.” Y/N said angrily as she turned to look at him.

“You know I’d never,” Beau’s firm voice and clenched jaw almost made her back down but he needed to know. He needed to hear this.

“Do I?” she scoffed. “Jenny isn’t even your partner, and yet you go on every case with her while her actual partner does what, huh? Sits at his desk and throws a football across the bullpen to his buddies? You’re the sheriff, for crying out loud, Beau! You don’t need to go out on even half of those calls! And then when your shift is over, the two of you run off to whatever dive bar you can find on the outskirts of town where no one knows you, and you can practically grope each other all night and-”

“Y/N, I’m gonna stop you right there. There is nothing going on with me and Jenny, okay? We’re just friends. And  she’s going through a tough time right now,” Beau tried to explain, but Y/N scoffed again and pretended not to notice that Beau was looking quite hurt that she doubted him.

“And tell me, Beau… would you believe that bullshit excuse if it was me, huh? What would be running through your mind if I was out drinking with a co-worker, singing karaoke, pulling him into hugs, playing with his hair and getting up close and personal with him?

“What would you think about that co-worker posting what looks like incredibly intimate photos on social media, knowing you could see them? Our daughter could see them? That the whole town could see them?” Y/N paused and showed him her phone.

She watched intently as he scrolled through the photos Jenny had posted with her arms around him, her head on his shoulder, her gazing up at him like he was the goddamn messiah. She watched as his face paled with the realisation of what those photos—particularly the last one—looked like.

“And what would you think if I came home from a night out, where there were photos of me and another man, who was “just a friend” like that,” she pointed at the photo of him and Jenny, his arm around her shoulder and his head resting on hers, one of her arms was around his waist, and her other hand resting on his chest, both smiling softly like they didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“What if I ignored all of your and our daughter’s calls, and when I finally came home, I went straight into the shower at three o’clock in the morning.”

“Y/N, I know what it looks like,” Beau tried to explain, but she couldn’t. Not right now. If she didn’t hit this home, he wouldn’t know just how much it had upset her.

“See, I don’t think you do. Not really. Because if it was me, you’d think showering so late meant that I was trying to get rid of the evidence of being with another man. You’re a good cop, Beau. A great one, even. So I find it really hard to believe that you wouldn’t think that. And that you wouldn’t have realised that things were getting far too close in there.

“And if something like this happened when we were still in Texas, you’d have ended the night right away and came home to your wife… or maybe that’s it. Maybe without my dad and brothers having eyes and ears everywhere, you’re finally free to do what and who you want!”

Y/N threw the duvet off her body and sat up on the bed. Dragging her pillow with her, she stood and walked across the room.

“Baby, where are you going?” Beau asked, and she could hear the regret in his tone.

“Anywhere that’s not here. I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now.”

Y/N barely slept a wink, and she knew her agitation was hard to hide in the morning. As she prepared the coffee machine, every drawer and cabinet door was closed a little more firmly than usual, and she seemed to have developed a fondness for huffing very loudly at inanimate objects.

“Did Dad even come home last night?” Maisie asked as she entered the kitchen. Y/N wanted to scold her daughter for her impertinence, but even she couldn’t deny that it was a fair question. He hadn’t been here when they’d gone to bed or woken up for the better part of a week. For all either of them knew, he hadn’t been home at all in that time.

“Hey!” Beau’s raised voice carried through the kitchen. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh!” Maisie exclaimed dramatically, “So that’s what you look like. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you that I was starting to forget.” Her sarcastic grin was uncannily like her mother’s, and it simultaneously made Beau’s chest burst with pride and broke his heart.

Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise. Maisie had always been a daddy’s girl, and the fact that she was giving him a hard time was proof of how hurt she was too. Beau looked to Y/N, his expression begging her for some backup. Instead, she shrugged and carried on packing Maisie’s lunch, making it clear that this time, he was on his own.

“I know I haven’t been around much, baby girl, and I’m gonna change that, okay?” Beau said softly, sighing when Maisie scowled at him.“Mom said you made the team! I’m so proud of you, Maze,” he smiled, trying to defuse the tension building in the room.

“Where were you?” Maisie asked, tears welling in her green eyes, looking more vulnerable and hurt than Y/N ever wanted to see her daughter, and it made her even angrier.

“I’m sorry I missed the game–” Beau started but was interrupted by a scoff from his daughter.

“I’m not mad that you missed the game, Dad. You always miss stuff like that because of work,” she explained quietly. “But you always answer my calls, and last night you didn’t. So, where were you?”

“I… I was–” Beau struggled to figure out what the best thing to do was. Lie and hope Y/N didn’t rat him out or tell the truth and upset his girls even more than he already had.

“Your dad caught a case late last night. He was at the scene when you were calling, and by the time he got back to the station, he knew you’d be asleep,” Y/N answered for him, and Beau had never been more grateful to her for covering for him.

“Are you ready, honey? We need to get moving if you don’t want to be late for your first practice,” Y/N said and watched as Maisie smiled for the first time since dinner last night.

“Yeah, let’s go. Bye, Dad!” Maisie jumped off the stool and rounded the kitchen, hugging Beau before heading out to the driveway.

“Thank you,” Beau said quietly, stopping abruptly as Y/N raised a finger to stop him talking.

“Don’t you dare thank me for lying to our daughter. And don’t ever expect me to do it again. I did it to protect her, not you. If she finds out the reason you missed her game and didn’t answer her calls was to go out drinking, you will break her heart.

“You get this one for free. Next time… and I swear to God, there better not be a next time, but if there is? You are on your own. I won’t save you.” The venom in Y/N’s voice made him flinch. He’d never felt worse than he did right now, and he swore to himself that he’d never make his wife so angry again.

“It’s not just me you’re hurting here, Beau.”

Y/N picked up her purse and stormed out the front door, not stopping to kiss him or say goodbye; just gone.

And Beau didn’t blame her in the slightest.

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If It’s Meant to Be

Pt. 7

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! Injury, (a gun shot), problems that typically come with ABO Dynamics and Omega rights. 

Word Count: 2040

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Y/N gripped her purse strap tighter as she made her way down the hallway, towards the room that the nurse had directed her when she came into the hospital and asked where they were keeping Beau Arlen. 

She was surprised to find out that they were just willing to tell her exactly what room and on what floor he was. She had thought, surely, seeing as he was the sheriff, there would be some sort of security. Apparently they didn’t feel the need, or someone had told them she was coming, likely Jenny, seeing as Connie said she was the one who gave her the contact information. 

Jenny’s devotion to push Beau and Y/N together was something of an enigma to her. She never talked to the Alpha woman before, and honestly, she didn’t exactly see them becoming 'bestie’s'. It wasn’t like they had a whole lot in common. Still, over and over again, she seemed determined to put her in the way of Beau when he needed help. 

She really didn’t have time to think about all of that. Right then, at that moment, all she really could think about as she passed the hallway full of faceless, nameless people on her route to Beau’s room, was simply this… Was she making the right choice? Should she even be here? 

Beau clearly didn’t want her as a mate, as much as Jenny wanted her to be his mate. He’d rejected her in the coldest way possible. He’d made it very clear, abundantly so, that she wasn’t what he wanted as an Omega. So should she even be here? Why the hell did Jenny even call her? What was going to be Beau’s reaction when she walked into his room? And lastly, but definitely not the smallest of those questions, would she be able to handle his second rejection? 

She stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, her heart pounding and her breathing coming out in quick, short bursts as she shut her eyes tight at that last thought. The answer was no, no she wouldn't be able to survive it. The Omega inside of her wouldn’t survive it. It had made up its mind, Beau was her Alpha, and if Beau really didn’t want her, then there was no point in going on at all. 

She was broken. Adding this specific insult to injury was suicide, and she knew it. Which is why she turned around, just four doors away from Beau’s and started to make her way back towards the elevator she’d come out of just moments before on shaky legs. It was a last ditch effort to self preservation. All the good it did her, because she’d taken no more than two steps back towards the elevator, when Jenny’s voice caught her attention and made her blood run cold. There was no running from this apparently, man, the universe was cruel when it wanted to be. 

“Y/N! Wait!” Jenny called as she jogged after her. 

Y/N closed her eyes and tried counting backwards from ten in her head to claim herself down. It didn’t work. 

“Hey,” Jenny said, coming to a halt behind her and placing her hand on Y/N’s shoulders so that she would turn around to face her, which Y/N did reluctantly. 

Y/N’s face must have shown what she was feeling on the inside, because Jenny took a step back, giving her an apologetic smile. “Thanks for coming,” she offered, and Y/N cleared her throat to remove the lump that had formed there, which didn’t work. 

“Yeah, how is he?” she questioned, shoving down all the feelings that suddenly wanted to work their way through her eyes and down her cheeks to add to the building pressure in her chest. She didn’t want to cry in front of the woman that was standing in front of her. She didn’t know why, but it was a weakness that at that moment, she didn’t want to show. 

“He’s okay,” she said with a sigh. “The bullet went through his right shoulder, front to back. The guy that shot him is in custody. He’s going to be fine.” 

Y/N looked at her, confusion clearly plastered on her face. 

“Well, then why am I here?” Y/N questioned. “I can assure you, he doesn’t want to see me.”

Jenny’s lips formed a thin line as she shifted her weight on her feet, and looked around the now empty hallway in order to focus on something other than the Omega that was standing in front of her, and if it was possible, she could have sworn what little fragment of her heart that still existed fell to her feet. She had a feeling that she was going to get the short end of the stick. 

“Because, when Beau came in, and they treated him, there were still a lot of the rut hormones present in his system in all of his labs. By law, they can’t release him at his age from the hospital unless they release him to his Omega. Mostly because there’s a possibility that he could go back into rut. If he goes into rut at his age unmated, and can't come out of it… Well, I think we all know what happens then.

Tears started to sting Y/N’s eyes to the point that she couldn’t stop them from slipping down her face. She couldn’t go through another rut with Beau, just to have him bring her another Plan B and send her away, she just couldn’t. 

Jenny place what was supposed to be a comforting hand on her shoulder, and Y/N took a step back away from her before whipping her face with the sleeve of her jacket and looking the Alpha woman in the eye, trying to get a read on why the hell she felt the need to do this to her; to torcher her so. 

“Jenny, I can’t do that again. He doesn’t want me. I can’t face him. I can’t live with that kinda rejection a second time. I just can’t. He can stay here in the hospital until his rut passes. I don’t want to be used as his rut bunny, and then kicked to the curb like some used piece of trash. I can't do that.”

“Y/N, I know Beau is an idiot, and I know what he did. It’s a small town, when an Alpha comes into a pharmacy to purchase a Plan B, people tend to talk. But he is the way he is not because he doesn’t want you, or wanted to reject you. He is the way he is because he’s been hurt alot himself. You were the one person he was asking for when they loaded him in the back of the ambulance before he even got here. Just— just talk to him. You might be surprised what you find behind that door.”

Y/N stood there for a moment, looking between the woman standing in front of her and the closed door just down the hall; caught in between the urge to tell Jenny to fuck off, and walk away with what little bit of sanity she MIGHT have had left… 

Or to walk through that door like her wounded, limping, and longing Omega wanted her too. 

Honestly, it would have been easier to go through with walking the green mile to the electric chair. That might hurt less than what Beau had already done to her, not to mention what he could do to her. 

“What did he want in the ambulance? What did he want from me?” Y/N questioned, and Jenny sighed deeply as she turned around to look back towards the door herself. 

“I think it’s best you talk to him when he’s ready to talk about it,” she answered after a while. “I’ve been in his business enough. I don’t want to ruin what friendship we had developed. But he needs you, Y/N. He might not want to admit it right now, but he does. Just go in there with him, take him home. Don’t let his brooding scare you. TALK to each other. I promise you, you will regret it if you abandon him now.”

With that, the blonde turned on her heels and walked off towards the elevators, leaving Y/N alone standing in the hallway. Her heart was beating so hard that she could feel it in her ear drums, and her feet and legs felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds, rooting her to the spot, not letting her leave or go forward one way or another. But in her defense, it was really hard to think when all she could see was the deep wound in her chest that Beau had caused. 

“Miss Y/L/N?” A voice called from to her left, and she jumped as she turned to find a man standing next to her in a long white lab coat, clearly a doctor. Apparently fate was deciding for her once again. If the universe wanted to kill, couldn’t it have just dropped a house on her for fucks sake!

“Yes,” she answered, clearing her throat to hide the overwhelming emotions that were working their way from her gut to her throat. 

“I was just about to call you again,” the tall man answered, placing a hand on her back, and guiding her towards the room that Beau was in. “My name is Dr. John Clark, and I was the attending that stitched up Beau’s shoulder. While the wound isn’t necessarily a LARGE one, it IS a deep one. Clean through his shoulder. To keep from tearing his stitcher, he needs to limit mobility, no holding his arm over his head, and keep his arm in the sling while he’s awake, and no strenuous activity if he can help it until after he’s seen for a follow up in two weeks to make sure that everything’s healing properly.”

The pair came to a stop in front of the door, and Dr. Clark turned to face her as he placed a steady hand on the doorknob. 

“I’ve explained to him why we had to call you. I’m the one that read the test results to him. He knows that he’s only being released on the premise that he stays with you in case he relapses into his rut.  If for some reason he does go into rut, don’t let him hurt himself. It’s hard for an Alpha to let an Omega do most of the work, it just goes against the natural order of things so to speak, but he needs to stay in that sling and not tear those stitches if at all possible. If you guys need something, Beau has my personal number.”

“Thanks,” Y/N mumbled as Dr. Clark opened the door to reveal a disheveled, somewhat pale, and wounded Beau sitting already dressed on the edge of the bed with his jacket seated loosely over his bad shoulder, and his arm tucked into a blue sling. 

He looked weak, almost pathetic. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, it made her heart ache for him.

Dr. Clark handed Y/N a pile of paperwork and instructed her to sign them where he’d pointed with his finger while Beau’s eyes looked over her as if he’d seen a ghost, but he’d kept his jaw shut tight. The look on his face as he looked down at his lap when she’d made eye contact with him was almost submissive, and it was strange to say the least. 

Still, it gave her an idea. If she was going to have to keep him while he recovered, then HE was going to do this on her terms. She could give a fuck who the Alpha was in the terms of biology, he wasn’t just gonna be able to go off and hurt her, get forgiven, and walk back into her life to hurt her again. Nope, he was gonna have to earn it. 

“Alright Beau, everything seems to be in order, you’re free to go, and remember what I told you, don’t use that arm.”

Beau nodded as he got to his feet, and Y/N turned on the spot and started to make her way towards the elevator fast enough to make him half to catch up to her, which he did without complaint. 

Maybe this was her way of getting some sort of payback for the pain he’d caused her, but she didn’t think so. Really, she thought it was just good sense to guard her heart. He hadn’t exactly proven himself a worthy mate for her. Why should she put herself out there just to get destroyed once again? No matter how much she was attracted to him, or not matter how much the Omega inside wanted to baby him, and take him in. Nope. She wasn’t going to bend, not that easy. 

Beau followed her without a word to the parking lot, staying close enough, but also keeping his distance until they go to her car, at which point he cleared his throat as he placed a good hand on passenger door of the car, the sound made her look up to find a pair of tired, somewhat dimmer green pair of orbs staring at her than what she remember. 

“How—how do you wanna do this? Do you wanna go back to my place or—”

“No,” she answered him sternly. “You can have Jenny go and collect your things that you will need, and you will be allowed to sleep on my couch until the time comes, and you can go back to your life. Seeing as you made it very clear that I’m not welcome in yours.”

“Y/N—”

“I’m not in the mood to discuss things right now Beau,” she cut him off again, and he looked down at the ground much like a kicked puppy. 

Good. 

“I’m tired, and I’ve got to go to work in the morning, so you can either get in the fucking car, or you can walk back in there and check yourself in until you’re fully out of rut. Your choice.”

Beau said nothing, just slowly climbed into the car, and closed the passenger door softly, leaving Y/N standing alone outside of the car where she closed her eyes and counted to ten before climbing in and starting the car. 

“My terms. This is going to be on my terms,” she told herself as she pulled out of the parking lot, and onto the main road. “He can’t hurt you if you don’t let him…. Or can he?”

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If It’s Meant to Be

Part 6

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! Multiple View Points

Word Count: 2040

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Beau’s POV: 

Beau rested his head against the cold glass of the passenger side window he was sitting next to, his gaze unfocused on the greenery flying by ahead of him. Everything around him was nothing but a blur, a long, agonizing blur. He’d stopped drinking heavily when he moved to Montana, but tonight, if he survived this shift, he was going to give his past, ‘recovered’ self, a run for his money. 

The day had been no short of hell itself, as he expected it to be. He was pretty sure that everyone in the Goddamn department knew that he’d not claimed Y/N. 

He thought he’d been able to hide behind the mountain of paperwork he’d had to work through in his office all day, but of course, some fucking asshole had to do a hit and run in the description of the car that Beau and Jenny had been tracking for weeks, presumably, it was connected with some cartel that had moved its way into town from New York. So therefore, he had to respond in person, because he didn’t really trust Jenny to do something stupid if she decided to go alone. This was just fucking perfect. Icing on the cake of a total shit day. One that apparently didn’t seem to have an end in sight. 

“You know, if you’re not up to this I can take you back to the station and just bring Pop with me,” Jenny offered again, taking her eyes off the road momentarily to stare at Beau with a concerned look on her face. She’d never heard him so quiet. It scared her. At first, she thought he was just angry at her, and he knew that is what she thought, but honestly, he was past angry, and just didn’t feel like talking about his feelings to anyone. Now he was pretty sure she was just fucking scared he’d gone into some sort of pining sickness. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure that he hadn’t, but seeing as there was nothing he could do about, there was no point in worrying about it. It’s not like he could change things, make them better. He just had to live with it until that little piece of Alpha that thought he’d found hope in Y/N died, just like he did the night Carla left, and took his pup with him. 

“Beau!” Jenny yelled this time, and he jumped, looking at her with wide, confused eyes and she set her lips in a hard, disapproving line as her eyes bore back into his. “You know, fuck it, I’m taking you back to the station, you’re not—”

“I’m fucking fine, we’re almost there anyway, just… let’s just get this over with.” Beau bit back, and she narrowed her eyes at him again before bringing her gaze back to the road ahead of her. 

“Beau, your mind’s clearly not on this, that’s dangerous, something could happen to you when you’re not paying attention fully to what’s going on around you. You’re not even really in any shape to be at work today.”

“I said I'm fine,” Beau growled threateningly as he turned his gaze back towards the road ahead of him and leaned his head back against the window. 

“I can tell you’re not fine Beau, but whatever, be stubborn. If you get hurt, then it’s on you. I offered you a way out. In more ways than one.”

“Excuse me?” Beau questioned, head shooting off of the window as if he’d been tased to glare at the blonde woman sitting next to him. “What do you mean, ‘in more ways than on’?”

“How do you think Y/N knew you were in rut? Or that you needed her? I went to Tonya’s Diner and I told her, if I had not, you’d be feral or dead right now.”

Beau saw red, he’d never been so angry. No amount of anger management, grief counseling, or fucking therapy could have calmed him down. He’d never had a woman on his punch list before, but he was pretty sure she’d just made it. 

“You what?” he growled as Jenny pulled up to the scene of the accident and put the vehicle in park. 

“You weren’t going to get any better,” Jenny said stubbornly. “So I went to Tonya’s restaurant, and I told her you were in rut, and that she’d triggered it. Ultimately it was her decision to go to you, but still, I think she had the right to know.”

Beau’s hands were shaking as he reached for the door handle, his nostrils flared heavily with each breath, and honestly, he probably looked a little insane. 

“You know, you really need to learn how to mind your own Goddamn business. I didn’t ask for your help. I didn’t ask you to send that girl to me. I didn’t ask for an Omega. Next time you decide to help, don’t.”

Before she could argue with him, Beau jerked the car door open, and stepped out onto the road, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself, making a mental note to ride home with another deputy. Had she not butted in, he wouldn’t have to feel what he was feeling right now. He wouldn’t have had to make the decision’s he’d made. 

Y/N’s POV:

“Jesus Donno, I’m so sorry,” Y/N apologized for what felt like the thousandth time just in one day. 

“It’s okay Y/N,” Donno reassured her on the other end of the phone. “You had a lot coming at you when you left last, and this morning when you got here was no better. It was a simple mistake. I can correct it.”

“Doesn’t make me feel any better though, I should have checked it this morning before I left. When I get back to work tomorrow, I’ll stay an hour later and help you set up the breakfast prep for the next day off the clock to make up for it.”

“No you will not,” he argued, an air of finality in his voice. “You work too much as it is, take a few days off on us, recover from what that so-called Alpha did, and in a few days, come back to work when you’re feeling up to it. Your job will be here, and I’m seriously not worried about the prep work, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t losing it, and that I really didn’t have it done and not just misplaced a pan of biscuits or something.”

“You’re sane as you always were Donno,” she chuckled on her breath at the thought of Donno in comparison to sanity. “It was my mistake.”

“Again, no worries, I’ll call back and check in a few days to see if you’re able to come into work. In the meantime, get some rest Y/N,” he insisted. “You work and stress too much.”

“Scouts honor,” she said before disconnecting the call, and laying the phone down on the table with an exhausted huff. 

Truth be told, there would be no resting for her. 

When she’d gotten home from the restaurant, she’d cried until she just had nothing left to cry, only making it from the front door to the couch. She was mourning. She was mourning the Alpha that had rejected her so cruelly after he’d used her for his rut. She was mourning the pup that would now never be. She was just gutted from the whole thing. 

Then once she’d cried all she could cry, she picked herself up off of the couch, and forced herself into a shower in an attempt to get his scent off of her skin. She’d succeeded mostly. Still, if she breathed deep enough, she was sure she could smell him still. Like he was embedded into every fiber of her being. 

She thought that if she could get his scent off of her skin, then the extreme heaviness in her chest would go away, and she wouldn’t feel as if her whole house were sitting in the center of her chest, making it difficult to even breathe sometimes. The Anxiety and the heaviness that was there though did not dissipate with his scent though, cause it seemed to be getting heavier, and she started to become more anxious the longer she sat alone on her couch, staring at the phone that she’d placed on her coffee table moments ago. 

Even through the grieving, she’d been angry with Beau since she’d pulled away from his trailer with her shattered heart somewhere in her gut. She was angry that he’d used her. She was fucking furious that he’d had the audacity to bring her that pill. She was so, so mad, and so brokenly hurt. Still, as the minute hand clicked by on the clock hanging opposite her on the wall, the more she started to feel like something was very, VERY wrong. Like something really bad had happened. 

If she had to describe it, it was as if someone in the corner of the room had whispered, and she’d heard it, but no matter how hard she listened, she couldn’t distinguish what they were saying, but she knew they were asking for help. Then, when she turned, no one was there. It was creepy, and it made her skin crawl. 

It didn’t help that every time she closed her eyes, even for a moment, all she could see was those emerald eyes staring back at her the way they were when she’d left them there in his trailer. 

So no, there would be no rest for the weary, not today, probably not tonight or tomorrow either. 

She was just about to get up and go to try and make herself eat something, thinking it might help with the pit that she felt in her stomach, even though she wasn’t at all hungry, when the phone rang, making her jump off of the couch as if someone had yelled ‘clear!’ and hit her with a set of paddles. 

Normally, if it was a number she didn’t recognize, she just ignored it, but since she was so on edge, she answered it on only the second ring, afraid that if she didn’t, then it would only driver her mad thinking that it was the one call that she should have answered, but didn’t, cause that’s just how anxiety works, and now she’d never know because she didn’t answer. 

“Hello,” she half yelled breathily into the phone, her hand placed over her racing heart in an attempt to slow it. 

“Hello? Ms. Y/L/N?” the female voice on the other line responded, and for a moment, she thought she was about to get another notice on the extended warranty on a car she didn’t even own, so she rolled her eyes dramatically at her own overreaction as she flopped back down on the couch, even more annoyed and upset with herself that she already was. 

“Yes, this is she,” Y/N continued, committed by the fact that she’d already picked up the phone, might as well let it play out. 

“This is Connie, from Helena General. Beau Arlen was shot today in the line of duty. Jenny told me that you were his Omega.”

Just like that, the floor felt as if it had fallen out from under her, and had she not been sitting, she would have fallen on her ass. 

“Sh… He’s been shot?” she stuttered out finally. “Is he okay? Is he alive? How bad is it?”

“Calm down Ms. Y/L/N, he’s alive, but I can’t discuss the nature of his injuries on the phone, I need you to come to the hospital.”

For a split second, Y/N thought about just hanging up on her. Beau had abandoned her, rejected her so cruelly. Maybe he deserved the same fate. Maybe she should just walk away. Whatever happens to him, well, he deserved it. But then, there was this gut-wrenching feeling that just wouldn’t let her do it. It just wouldn’t let her abandon him the way he’d abandoned her. 

“I’m on my way.”

Forever:

@demongirl1996​​​​  

@as-lost-as-sams-shoe​​​​

@jensenslady79​​​​

@spnwoman​​​​

@stoneyggirl2​​​​

@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men​​​​

@stixnstripesworld​​​​

@fullwattpadmusictree​​​​

@nancymcl​​​​

@christycreature​​​​

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@supernatural79impala​​​​

@deandreamernp​​​​

@forgetthisbull​​​​

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@slamminmine​​​​

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@rvgrsbrns​​​​

@chevyharvelle​​​​

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@lyss-dw79​​​​

@magssteenkamp​​​​

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@squirrelnotsam​​​​

@hobby27​​​

@spnbaby-67​​​​  

@mrsjenniferwinchester​​​​

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@vicmc624​​​​

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@lyarr24​​​​

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@teresa-67​​​​

@thoughts-and-funnies​​​​

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@peaches007​​​​

@bobbie3939​​​​

@vulgar-library​​​​

@writercole​​​​

@fairlyspnfanfic​​​​

@sexyvixen7​​​​

@spngi​​​​

@b3autyfuldisast3r​​​​

@donnaintx​​​​

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Jensen and Dean’s Babes

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@msmarvelouswinchester​​​​

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@love-jackles​​​​

@irmcpar​​​​

@pink-sparkly-witch​​​​

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@mlovesstories​

[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Pt. 4

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! No Minors!! Smut, Unprotected Smut, Knotting, ABO Dynamics. Sub/Dom subtext. Fingering (female receiving) P & V. Angst. Language. Alpha in rut, mentions of possible heat. 

Word Count: 2K

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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As soon as the door clicked above her head, and the sound of the lock resonated through the cold, still night air, Y/N was on her feet. Her heart was pounding, her hands were shaking, and her breath was coming out in short spurts. But all the anticipation was for nothing, because the door never opened. 

She stood there with her eyes wide, in stunned silence. She didn’t know what to do. She’d heard him unlock the door. She didn’t understand why he didn’t open it. 

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be a coward…” she grumbled under her breath before reaching for the small metal door handle with shaking hands. 

She didn’t know Beau, not at all, but his little confession just now told her that maybe, even though she intended to put the ball in his court, he needed her to take the first steps for him. She didn’t know for sure, but she had a feeling that Beau had been hurt pretty bad by his ex-wife, and some of the issues he’d just revealed to her, they most likely extended from that. 

So she did the only thing she knew to do, and that was slowly, ever so slowly, open the door. 

The first thing that hit her in the face was the heavy, heady scent of an Alpha in rut. Had she not been on suppressants for as long as she had, it would have thrown her directly into a heat, but thankfully, she was able to keep a clear head about her, and look around the small area in front of her that consisted of, well, what most travel trailers looked like, a small living room/kitchen with a couch directly in front of her line of vision, which is where she saw Beau, sitting on his small nest he’d created for himself with his head in his hands, and his long, thick fingers buried deep in his long hair that was slightly dampened with sweat. 

He was shirtless, only adorning a pair of loose fitting gray sweats with an orange longhorn emblem on them barely visible on the hip. To his left was a toy he’d been apparently trying to use to help himself through what was clearly something that wasn’t getting any better, and to his right was his phone that had been tossed haphazardly from the pillow to the floor. 

He looked pathetic. She hated it. 

She’d never seen the tall, handsome Alpha look so small, so defeated, and it shattered her heart. So much so that it took no effort for her at all, or a second thought for her to shut the door to the trailer, and slowly make her way towards him, kneeling submissively in front of him. 

Slowly he lifted his head and looked up at her, lines deep around his stunning green eyes, and his pink lips parted slightly as he breathed slowly in and out of his mouth in effort to keep from scenting her, and loosing what little bit of control he had left, even she could see he was hanging on by a thread only. 

“Alpha,” she tried, keeping her voice small, and her stance lower than his. Even though she felt sorry for him, even though he very well might be a true mate, he was still a rutting Alpha, and they were dangerous. Something she had ever present in her mind. 

Beau shut his eyes tightly, the last bit of his own will started to crumble, and he reached a trembling hand towards her. She reached out and took it tentatively, letting him slowly guide her towards him, until he’d pulled her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around waist, nosing his way around her neck and jacket. 

“Have you ever been with an Alpha before Omega?” he questioned, his voice strained as he finally allowed himself to breathe in her scent, and she shivered in spite of herself, the slight cramping that had been washing over body began to get slowly worse, and she could feel slick started to gather in her underwear at just his close proximity. It didn’t matter at this point if she was ready or not, the Omega inside was ready, and she was the one with the final say so. No matter how much Y/N hated to admit it. 

“Yes, once, but I’ve never been claimed,” she admitted, forcing herself to stay as still as possible as Beaus' large palm slid down her jean clad thigh, and his nose traced along her mating gland. She could feel his whole body shaking as he held on to the last of his humanity with all that he had. Still so unsure, but also unable to let himself go… no yet. 

“I know it’s too late to run now,” he continued, his breathing labored. “But if I do anything that hurts you, and you can’t get my attention, there’s a loaded 9mm on the side of the couch, I want you to shot me—”

“Beau, no, you’re not going to hurt me, and I’m not going to shot you—”

“Y/N, I don't know if I'm going to be able to stop myself, and I want you to promise me that if I hurt you, you’ll stop me. Please, for my peace of mind… promise me.”

“I’m not going to shoot you Beau,” she argued, “and you’re not going to hurt me. I trust you.”

“Stubborn,” he gripped as he reached over to the gun beside the couch and flipped off the safety before he slid her jacket down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 

That’s when Y/N watched the change happen. The sudden switch flip that kept Beau at the forefront of his control, and let the Alpha take over. Honestly, she was impressed he’d held onto it as long as he had. She figured as soon as he opened the door to her, he’d have been almost feral in his attempt to take whatever it was that he needed from her. It was what she’d heard that Alpha’s did all the time, especially their first time with their true mates. In fact, most of the stories that she’d heard were damn near animalistic in their advances, rough and brutal, but not Beau. 

He was careful, slow in his advances.

He didn’t hurry his way through stripping her clothing from her body, ripping and tearing like she was told an Alpha would. He took his time in sliding her shirt over hear head, and unclipping her bra before sliding it down her shoulders, letting his nose trail along her collar bone as he carefully laid her back onto his couch, one massive hand covering running up her side, sending a rippling chill down her body, while the other braced her head almost as if she was as fragile as a newborn child. 

His scent was heavy, and it was everywhere and nowhere all at once. His touch was too much, and somehow not enough. Even once he’d discarded her jeans and underwear after she’d kicked off her boots, and he’d placed his heavy weight on top of her as his lips claimed her own, it wasn’t enough, she wanted more of him. She wanted to be as close to him as possible. But no matter how close he got, it just sent the fire in her veins roaring higher and higher, but never quite consuming her. 

But only when she reached for his sweats to slip them down his body, did he show any aggression at all; growling deeply in his chest, as he wrapped his hand around both of her wrists and held them above her head, forcing her to look at him. Not that she had a problem with that at all, he was a sight to behold. 

“Alpha,” she protested half heartedly, honestly the Omega inside wanted him to dominate her, flip her over and take her like a proper Alpha, and the amount of slick she was producing was testament to that as he slipped two thick fingers into her waiting heat, sending a shock wave through her body, and causing her back to arch off of couch under her, leaving her protest to die in her throat as he slowly worried her open. 

His dark eyes watched in rapt attention as he drove her body higher and higher, splitting her open on his tick digits, preparing her for his knot, until she couldn’t take it anymore, and reality blurred with pleasures, sending her quaking under him into her release, vision nothing but a white spot, completely breathless. She was pretty sure she almost blacked out for a moment. But the loss of his fingers sent her whimpering back into reality, as he finally stripped his pants from his body, revealing himself to her completely. 

She was stunned, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, freckles dusting his lean, hard body. Made solid by years of rigorous police work. The slight golden tan of his skin stuck out even in the darkness of the room around her. He was long, thick, and curved just enough. He was quite literally mouth watering, and had this been a situation that was more casual, she would have loved to taste him, maybe later?

“Present,” he growled, snapping her attention back up to his face as his hand slowly stroked his throbbing length, and she scrambled to obey him. 

Somewhere deep down in the corner of her mind, as Beau lined himself up with her waiting heat, and she screamed as he forcefully thrust himself into her, sending her weeping cunt convulsing around him at the sudden intrusion, that nothing would ever be the same again. 

She’d never walk away from this the same person she was. She belonged to Beau. She was his, even if he didn’t want her, no matter what happened when this rut passed, she was his. 

Beau wasted no time in setting a quick, almost punishing pace, his strong body covering her as he mounted her fully in an attempt to get as deep and as close as possible. He was so big, bigger than any man she’d ever been with, Alpha or not. Every thrust, every drag of his thick, veiny manhood through her velvet heat thoroughly wrecked her mind, body, and soul. All she cared about was him, all she was, was his. 

Every thrust was meet with a grunt as his knot started to expand, catching her entrance with every thrust as he rutted himself into her impossibly deeper, and she clawed at the fabric underneath as she tried to hold herself up. She was so close. Her body was vibrating. She was hanging on by a threat, and as soon as his knot popped she came with an ungodly scream, her body convulsing violently as pure, hot pleasure soared through her veins and his cum floated her belly, until reality blurred into darkness, and his scent surrounded her as he tucked her into his side once he’d came down from his own high, laying them safely there until his knot could go down, and calm surrounded them for just a moment. 

Somewhere, in her exhausted, endorphin filled brain, she knew that he’d not claimed her, and the Omega inside mourned at the lack of claim, but she didn’t question him, and just forced herself to focus on the feeling of being connected to him, and his solid body resting behind her as he own breathes evened out, and sleep overtook them both. 

Forever:

@demongirl1996​

@as-lost-as-sams-shoe​

@jensenslady79​

@wittysunflower

@spnwoman​

@stoneyggirl2​

@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men​

@deanssliceofcherrypie

@stixnstripesworld​

@fullwattpadmusictree​

@nancymcl​

@christycreature​

@whiskey-infused-dreams​

@supernatural79impala​

@deandreamernp​

@forgetthisbull​

@miraclesoflove​

@slamminmine​

@deanwanddamons​

@rvgrsbrns​

@chevyharvelle​

@i-love-superhero-movies​

@lyss-dw79​

@magssteenkamp​

@lemondropirwin​

@squirrelnotsam​

@hobby27​

@spnbaby-67​  

@mrsjenniferwinchester​

@defenderrosetyler​

@thecreatiivecorner​  

@vicmc624​

@busy-bee-angel-misska​

@justanotherwinchester​

@brilovesdeanwinchester​

@idksupernatural​

@lyarr24​

@emoryhemsworth​

@dean-winchesters-gardian-angel​

@flamencodiva​

@itmejado​

@supernatural3002​

@teresa-67​

@thoughts-and-funnies​

@hearteyes-j2​

@peaches007​

@bobbie3939​

@vulgar-library​

@writercole​

@fairlyspnfanfic​

@sexyvixen7​

@spngi​

@b3autyfuldisast3r​

@donnaintx​

@maliburenee​

@the-family-business67​

@agirlwithdemonblood​

@captainsoldiergirl​

@twinkleinadiamondsky​

Jensen and Dean’s Babes

@deans-baby-momma​

@impalaslytherin​

@perpetualabsurdity​

@msmarvelouswinchester​

@akshi8278​

@love-jackles​

@irmcpar​

@pink-sparkly-witch​

@siospins2​

@herstarburststories​ 

@mimaria420​

@deanwinchesterswitch​

@shawnie74​

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@slytherinlyn314​​  

@kaz11283​​

@mlovesstories​

[jawritter]

If It’s Meant To Be  Pt. 2

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Alpha in Rut, Language, Multiple Viewpoints. 

Word Count: 2K

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Beau’s POV:

“Beau, it’s been three days, maybe you should call the service I told you about. I swear to God, they have to sign an NDA, no one will even know,” Jenny pressed from her position at the front door of his little silver Airstream trailer. To respect the privacy of the Alpha, she wouldn’t go in all the way, but she’d been there at least once a day to check on him since she found out about his little problem, and he was doing nothing but getting worse and worse as the days went by. 

Alas, the man was stubborn, and no matter how much she offered to pay for an Omega to come and help him, he’d refuse. His excuse to her? It wasn’t that bad. He’s a father for Christ sakes, he’s not calling for an escort to come and help him! Her personal favorite, “prostitution is illegal Hoyte! I don’t care how fucking secretive or incognito it is!” She thought she was going to die laughing when he candidly voiced a fake, deep Alpha voice that said, “Hey babe, thanks for the help, but as soon as my knot goes down, I’ve got to take you in, seeing as you’re breaking Montana state law.”

That was three days ago though, when he was sitting fully clothed at his kitchen table, stuffing his face with one of Tonya’s Sandwiches from the diner he’d just showed up from when she’d gone looking for him at his trailer. Today, he’d not even bothered trying to get up off the couch in his little living room when she’d opened the door to find him laying shirtless, adorning a pair of gray sweats, and looking a little worse for the wear, the entire trailer, and about a mile up the road really, wreaking of an Alpha in rut. 

“I’ll be fine Hoyte,” Beau insisted, barely even looking over to see her standing there at the door, watching him with concern etched into her pretty features. It was too bad she wasn’t an Omega, because honestly, Beau wouldn’t have minded riding this rut out with her, but seeing as she was an Alpha, he thought it best not to risk it. It wasn’t unheard of for Alpha’s to pair up to ride out a rut, but it also wasn’t unheard of for those situations getting out of hand, and someone getting hurt. “It’s only been three days, sometimes these things can last up to a week, you know that.”

“That’s true, but on the third day I’m at least able to get up and walk around and fucking function. You look horrible.” 

Beau growled a warning deep in his throat as he sat up suddenly. 

“I said I’m fucking fine!” Beau insisted. “Just like I told Cassie last night, this is the first rut I’ve had since the divorce! I knew it would be bad if I ever had one, I’m perfectly prepared to ride this out! I don’t want my daughter reading on social media about how her dad was arrested for hiring a Goddamn prostitute because he wasn’t man enough to fucking handle a rough rut!”

“Beau, no one is gonna find out if you ask someone for help! If you won't use the Omega service then go to the doctor and get some medication, please!” Jenny argued, taking a step towards the fuming Alpha, the Alpha in her unable to back down from a challenge. Even though she understood where he was coming from, that didn’t stop her from being less worried, or either of the pair any less bullheaded. 

Beau ran his hand harshly down his face and pulled at his hair in frustration. This wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair. The universe must hate him, that’s the only reason this is happening to him, he was convinced of it. He just had to fall into a rut, now of all fucking times. 

“I promise if it hasn’t let up in a few days, then I will make an appointment with the doctor, but right now, I’m fine, I swear it, you and Cassie can just calm the fuck down,” Beau’s muffled voice said as he flopped back down face first onto the pillow that he’d been laying on the couch a moment ago. 

Jenny stared at him for a moment, debating on pulling a gun on him and making him go to the ER with her right now, but she had a feeling that, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, if Beau wanted to, he could kick her ass, and neither of them would get anywhere. 

“Do you know what happened, what triggered it? You said this is the first one you’ve had since your wife left you. What caused it to happen now?” Jenny inquired and Beau looked up at her, guilt written all over his handsome face. 

“You know that pretty little Omega that works as a waitress for Toyna at her diner? I think it was her. I think she triggered my rut.”

Y/N’s POV:

“Y/N!” Donno yelled once more from behind her, and she nearly jumped out of her apron before she turned around to face him, still somewhat stunned, and holding the rag she was using to clean the table off that Beau had been sitting at the night before. Which had led her thoughts to Beau, which is what had her stopped in her tracks, staring off into the void,.. Again… Probably for about the fifth time just that morning.

“Are you okay hun?” Tonya asks from her seat at the table as Donno hands Y/N the refills for the ketchup bottles so that she could finish her rounds through the small diner and stalks off. “You’ve seemed off for the past three days?”

“Yeah,” Y/N insisted with a shake of her head as she forced herself to walk away from the table and start refilling the bottles at the table across from her. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Donno ever so bluntly pointed out. “You seem like you’re pinning over Beau more than you're focused on working.”

“Subtitle Donno,” Tonya voiced through tight lips. 

“I don’t do subtitles, it’s better to just do like a band aid, rip it off. Get it all out there,” Donno said as he rounded the corner of the counter to go back to his hiding place in the kitchen. 

“Sorry,” Y/N continues, choosing to ignore the brooding, stranger Alpha. Donno was usually in a horrible mood in the morning, apparently today would be no exception. “It’s just…you know what, I really don’t know what it is,” Y/N admitted as Tonya patted the seat across from her, inviting her to sit down. “Normally, I wouldn’t even have noticed I think, but Beau usually comes in every day for lunch, and it’s been three days since he’s shown up again, and for some stranger, stupid, maybe hormonal reason, it has me worried about it. I can’t help it.”

Tonya nodded as she closed her laptop. “Maybe you can give him a call, just check on him, see how he’s doing, settle your nerves a little if nothing else. Beau is an Alpha, even if he is probably the strangest Alpha I’ve ever seen, normally they all have one thing in common. They like attention from Omega’s, so I doubt he’d be angry if you called to check on him.”

Y/N blushed deeply at the thought of even picking up the phone to call him, and at what the thought of his deep, husky voice sent her insides to doing, or at what she might have done last night thinking about said voice, just to be able to calm herself down enough to even get some sleep. But no one needed to know that, especially Beau. 

“I don’t know,” Y/N said, “I mean, he’s hardly ever even looked my way, and when he did, he ran away as fast as he could. Donno thinks I’m the one who’s triggered his rut, but honestly, it looks like if I’d been the Omega that did that, he would have come back for me, and he hasn’t.”

Tonya nodded as she turned to watch Jenny pull up in Pop’s red van, her own old truck still out of commission and Beau not being around, it seemed the most appropriate choice of borrowed vehicles apparently. 

“Just think about it, okay? I promise, it might make you feel better,” she offered as Y/N stood to get ready to take the woman’s order that was making her way to the door. 

Y/N chose not to respond, instead, she was quite ready to get away from this horribly embarrassing conversation, and she was kinda glad Jenny decided to pop in when she did. A literal, ‘saved by the customer’, moment.

In fact, seeing as Jenny hated Tonya so much, it was stranger for the female to show up the more she thought about it, and it was strange enough to have Donno even creeping out of the kitchen again. 

“Good morning,” Y/N attempted to greet her as Jenny opened the door and looked around the restaurant in clear disgust, most likely at the cold that was coming from the table Tonya occupied, and the kitchen door where Donno stood staring like a fucking creeper. “Can I take your order?”

“I’m not here to eat,” Jenny said, which made Donno walk out of the kitchen door to stand beside Y/N to glare at Jenny in what was supposed to be a threatening matter, but really, he just looked mildly confused and constipated all at the same time in a very, Donno, almost enduring way. “I need to talk to you about Beau, if you have a minute.”

“Beau? What’s wrong with him?” Y/N said, her voice laced with sudden worry that seemed to boil over out of her stomach, into her chest, and out of her mouth.

“Well,” Jenny stated as If Donno wasn’t still staring holes through her. “He came in here about three days ago and you triggered his rut, he’s not doing too well with it either.”

Before she could even open her mouth to respond, or even formulate a response, because honestly, her brain suddenly turned to mush as soon as the words were out of the blonde’s mouth. It was one thing for Donno to say it, it was another when Jenny said it. It was almost as if it made it more real, Donno jumped into the conversation head of her. 

“So, if she did trigger his rut it’s Beau’s Omega, and his right to come and collect her if he wants her, not you.”

Jenny snarled at the Alpha in disgust, almost trying to decide if he was worth a response or her time, and clearly deciding he was not, as she turned back to face Y/N. 

“Beau, he’s not your average Alpha, and there’s no way in hell he’d come in here to collect you like some caveman. He’s just not like that,” she passed another death glare in Donno’s direction before focusing her gaze back on Y/N, who was standing there still stunned, and unable to formulate a coherent sentence as her mind raced around what was being told to her. 

“Listen, he doesn’t even know I’m here.” Jenny pointed out. “But he is my friend, and he’s not going to get past this on his own. I can’t make you go to him, just like I can’t make him come and collect you or go to the hospital. I am asking you to consider going to see him, just see what happens, and then you can say you tried. You must be on suppressants, because I can’t even scent you, but for some reason he could. Which means it’s likely, you might be his true mate. Y/N, Beau’s a good man, and he’s been alone for a long time, he deserves someone who’s gonna take care of him for once. Someone that actually cares. I know you can’t scent him or sense what he’s sensing, but if you go to him, talk to him, maybe even give him a chance, it might be what keeps him from going feral.”

Jenny turned on her heels and made her way quickly towards the door. Y/N watched in stunned silence before turning to look at Donno, who was watching her just as intently. 

“Looks like the ball is in your court Omega,” Donno said after a moment, “what are you gonna do?”

Y/N’s head felt as if it were spinning. She didn’t know what to do. Everything in her wanted to run to him, but there was a part of her, not a small one either, that was afraid he’d reject her on the spot, and she couldn’t handle that. Not at all. 

But the nagging little voice in her head, the one that screamed take a chance, just wouldn’t let go. If something happened to Beau because she was scared to go to him, when he was too stubborn to go to her, she’d never forgive herself, and the longer she stood there, that nagging little voice got harder and harder to ignore. 

“I guess… I guess I’m going to go see him,” she answered, even unsure herself if she was making the right decision, but the more she thought about it, the more certain she became. “If he can’t come to me, I’m gonna go to him. Then the ball will be in his court.”

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[jawritter]

Is this a call out post... cause I feel called out? @kazsrm67 lmao 🤣

[jawritter]

Hi! I love your writing and loved the brothers keeper series. Do you think you’ll write more plus size reader in the future? Maybe even a beau Arlen / female plus size reader? I just wondered! Thank you so much for writing amazing stories for us to read!

Thanks for reading lovely! I'm so glad you liked it!

I'm sure I will write more plus sized reader fics in the future. I'm currently writing two fics at once, and I don't have not have anything planned for an Alpha Beau x plus sized reader currently, but you never know what the future might hold!

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Taken for Granted, Part Two

Summary: Having had his share of dangerous situations and close calls in Houston, this was meant to be the start of a quieter, slower life for Beau, Y/N and their daughter. Taking the job as Acting Sheriff in Helena, Montana, was a dream come true until Beau starts to spend far too much time with Jenny Hoyt, in and out of the office. At first, Y/N doesn’t mind too much, but one night Beau misses his daughter’s hockey tryouts and phone calls in favour of shooting tequila in a bar with his co-worker, and Y/N isn’t sure if she’s being taken for granted or if something bigger is going on that she needs to worry about.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, angst, misunderstandings, language, making up, fluff, smut, p in v

Bingo Square: Make Up Sex for @j3bingo

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I sincerely hope this doesn’t disappoint… a few comments I’ve had seem to want this to be a bigger thing than it is, but it was always only going to be a fight and needy make up sex.

Though I make no promises, what I will say is that this was my first time writing for Beau and I kinda fell in love with this little family, so maybe I’ll go back to these guys and investigate their past a little more, who knows?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the submission for the Make Up Sex square for @j3bingo. And another thank you to @writethelifeyouwant for beta’ing for me (even though I added another little part once you sent it back to me because apparently I can’t help myself 🤷🏼‍♀️)

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The next few days were nothing short of torture for Beau. Y/N’s code of silence had spread to include Maisie and he didn’t know why. He thought everything was fine between them, and it was his wife he was in the doghouse with, but he seemed to have unknowingly upset his daughter again, too.

Regardless, he did everything in his power to be home in time for dinner and hadn’t even entertained the thought of going for drinks after work this past week. When Jenny asked him to go for a beer last night, he’d said no, that he spent enough time with the people in this office and was going home to spend time with his wife and daughter. When she had insisted, he reminded her that as her happily married boss and the sheriff of this town, they needed to maintain a professional relationship at all times. Jenny had tried to play it down, but his years as a detective meant that he saw right through it. He told her that he was her boss and her friend, but that was all he’d ever be.

Beau initially thought that maybe Y/N was jealous of Jenny for some reason and that was why she’d had such an extreme reaction to that night in the bar, but seeing for himself that Jenny did have feelings for him, made him see the whole situation in a different light.

He’d told Jenny when he left that night not to expect him for the next few days and that she was in charge–he was going to take a well overdue long-weekend–and to only call him if it were truly life or death, and that he’d see her on Tuesday.

Maisie was going on a school field trip for the weekend, and he would be the one to drop her off, using the journey as an excuse to talk to her and find out what was going on. He was also planning to use his weekend off to make it up to Y/N.

His home and his family were always happy and bubbly and filled with joy, and he hated that his sanctuary, his happy place, had a huge dark cloud looming over it. He was going to fix it. He needed to.

“Did you pack a first aid kit?” Y/N asked with Maisie stuck in her suffocating embrace.

“Yes, mom.” This had been going on for five minutes now, and Maisie couldn’t hide her impatience if she tried.

“Pepper spray? You know you might come across bears or badgers or possums in the mountains,” Y/N questioned.

“Yes, Mom! Can I go now? I’m going to be late!”

“Okay,” Y/N pressed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead and finally let her go. “Have fun, and be careful.”

“Yes, Mom.” Maisie playfully rolled her eyes.

“I love you, honey.” Y/N’s voice caught as she tried to fight back the tears.

“Love you too,” Maisie smiled as she grabbed her backpack and walked out the door.

“You know she’ll be back in three days, right?” Beau smiled softly at her, his heart aching at seeing her so hung up about being away from their daughter for the weekend.

“I know. It just makes me think about her leaving for college, even if it is still two years away.”

“Me too,” Beau nodded solemnly. “Are you coming straight home after work?”

“I’ll be home around six,” Y/N nodded. The conversation was still a little stilted between them, but at least she was talking to him.

“Alright, I’ll cook. Maybe we can share a bottle of wine? Have a quiet night in, and make the most of the empty house. What d’ya say, darlin’?”

“You’re going to cook?” Y/N smirked, and he grinned at her look of complete disbelief. “The last time you attempted that, you nearly burned the house down!” she laughed and he was quick to join her.

“When I say cook, what I mean is buy some meat and fire up the grill,” Beau said, tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear with a smile.

“That would be nice,” she smiled back. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“I love you,” Beau said, hoping this time she’d say it back and not murmur an ‘uh huh’ like she’d done for the past week.

“I love you, too.” Y/N walked closer to him, lifted onto her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. 

“So, are you excited for this?” Beau asked Maisie once they were driving down the street.

“Uh huh,” Maisie replied, her fingers flying across her phone as she typed something to someone.

“The house is gonna be quiet without you. Too quiet,” he chuckled, trying again.

“Uh huh,” she replied again, putting her phone away and turning her head to look out the window. She was so much like her mother that Beau often wondered where his genes had landed in her.

“You know, at least when your mom gives me the silent treatment, I know why. You wanna tell me what’s going on here?” Beau glanced over to her, and he could see her chewing on her bottom lip—another trait she got from her mother—and he knew she was just about ready to crack open. “Come on, talk to me, baby girl. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I’m tryna fix.”

“Are you cheating on Mom with Hoyt?” Maisie finally asked, saying Jenny’s name with a disdain Beau had never heard from her before.

“No. Absolutely not.” It was an automatic response, one that needed no pause or dancing around; it was irrefutable.

“Then why did you lie to Mom about where you were the night of my hockey game?” she countered and Beau could see her eyes beginning to water.

“I didn’t lie, I–”

“You told Mom you caught a case, but the next day, I saw the photos of you and her that night in a bar!”

“Listen to me, Maze, please? That night after work, I went for drinks with Jenny because she really needed a friend and I was there for her. Nothing happened then, has ever happened, or will ever happen between us because I love your mom.”

“Then why did you lie about it?”

“I didn’t. Your mom knows where I was. She tore me a new one when I got home, and she knows I’d never, ever do that to her. She still got pretty pissed at me for that night though, and how those photos look and what they’d look like to you. And, on some serious reflection, I completely understand why she was so upset.

“When I missed your game and your phone calls which–just so you know–I’m still beating myself up over, Mom made up the story about catching a case so that you wouldn’t be more upset than you already were.”

“So… Mom lied?”

“To protect you,” Beau responded. “And, I think, to hit home just how much I was hurting you and her with the late nights at the office and the too frequent bar visits.”

“There really isn’t anything going on? Because those photos are…”

“Bad. I know,” Beau nodded. “Emotions were running high that night for Jenny and I didn’t see it at the time, but I’ve since realised that she has some… feelings for me. I promise I’ve shut it down. I’ve explained that I am her friend, but I’m also her boss. Her happily married boss, and that we need to maintain professional boundaries.”

“Does Mom know that?” Maisie asked as the car came to a stop outside the high school.

“Well, I think you know that she’s not speaking to me right now, but I’ve taken a few days off and tonight I’m gonna fire up the grill and talk to her.”

“Good, because I don’t want you and Mom to get divorced,” Maisie whispered and Beau pulled her into a hug.

“We’re not getting a divorce, baby girl. Your mom and I have been through a hell of a lot worse than this and it hasn’t broken us. I promise this won’t either, okay?”

Beau’s heart broke for his little girl and it strengthened his resolve to fix his mess and never make the same mistake again.

Although Y/N was warming up to him again, he still made sure to do everything he could to gain some extra brownie points. He mowed the lawn, fixed the leaking tap, and oiled the garage doors so they wouldn’t sound like a screaming banshee every time they opened. Everything that had been on Y/N’s to-do list for weeks had been done.

Beau prepped the grill and set the dining table using the so-called “fancy” plates and wine glasses that Y/N only used for special occasions. A dozen red roses stood proudly in a vase between two candlesticks, and he’d lit a couple of her favourite scented candles, dotting their glass holders around the table. 

To top everything off, after he’d dropped Maisie at school, he drove across town to go to the bakery she loved and got her favourite dessert. He’d then gone back across town to buy dinner and made sure he picked up her favourite wine from the liquor store. Tonight he was going all out.

With everything done, Beau showered and trimmed his beard, painstakingly making sure it was the length Y/N liked it. He dressed smart and used the aftershave she’d bought him for Christmas.

He knew his wife, and though he knew everything he’d done around the house would go a long way to getting back into her good graces, the biggest thing he could do was make an effort. To buy her favourite wine or dessert, to wear his hair and beard the way she liked it, to wear the scent she loved on him. Those are the things that would mean the most to her because he’d done it for her.

When Y/N got home, Beau was in the backyard checking on the grill. She strolled through the house, smiling at the perfectly set dining table and beautiful flowers. She paused to smell them and felt a flutter in her stomach as she saw the candles and a bottle of her favourite red, open and breathing next to two crystal glasses. Walking into the kitchen, she headed over to the open French doors, leaned against their frame and watched her husband stoking the coals in the grill.

“Don’t you look handsome! I feel very underdressed,” she said, smirking as he jumped slightly at her voice and turned towards her.

“You look beautiful as you are, darlin’, but there’s time to freshen up if you want to.”

“I know what you’re doing,” Y/N bit her lip in an effort to stop her growing grin.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Beau smirked as he put the lid on the grill down and slowly edged towards her.

“The lawn, the garage, the wine, the flowers… you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Is it working?” Beau grinned, knowing that it was. For twenty years he’d been playing her like a symphony. By this point, he was a maestro. 

“Maybe…” Y/N chuckled as Beau slid his arms around her waist and pulled her into his solid body.

“How can I change that ‘maybe’ to a ‘yes’?” Beau murmured, running his hands up and down her back.

“Hmm,” she hummed as a shiver ran through her body at the feeling of his hands touching her. “Well, you’re getting close.”

“Is that so?” Beau smiled and pecked her lips… jaw… neck.

His beard tickled her skin and made her shiver, and her knees weakened with every stroke of his large, warm hands up and down her spine. Gently, Beau pushed her away from the door and back into the house, only stopping when the kitchen island prevented them from going any further.

Beau pulled his lips from her throat and settled his gaze on hers. Softly gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he tilted her head up and brought his lips to meet hers. The kiss started with soft, slow pecks before he became impatient and began licking at her lips, begging for permission to deepen their connection.

Y/N’s hands slid around his shoulders and pulled him closer as their tongues met in a passionate kiss. Beau had missed this. Missed her. Y/N was an affectionate person, and it wasn’t something she usually withdrew when she was mad because it was a punishment for her too. But he’d really fucked up this time and so she’d not only withdrawn her affections, she’d withdrawn herself from him completely.

He knew it wasn’t all him; she had some deep-rooted insecurities that came from her childhood. Always feeling like she wasn’t good enough or didn’t belong had plagued her growing up. Then when she chose not to go into the family business, she felt she was a disappointment. The black sheep. Different–and not in a good way.

Y/N had always told Beau that it was him who made those insecurities go away, and the few times they had snuck back in, comforting words of love and praise would usually get her out of it. This time though, when he’d likely been instrumental in her insecurities coming back, he wasn’t sure it’d be that easy.

“I’m sorry,” Beau spoke, breaking their kiss. “I know what I did was wrong and I know how much I hurt you.”

“And Maisie,” Y/N added. “What happened there, by the way?”

Beau sighed loudly, the conversation this morning with his daughter replaying in his mind. “She saw the photos and thought I was having an affair with Jenny.”

“Beau-”

“I know, Y/N. I talked to her and straightened everything out, okay? Maisie is fine now. And while we’re kinda on the subject, I’ve set things straight with Jenny, too. You were right, there are feelings on her side, but I do not reciprocate them, and I told her that. I love you, baby. Always have, always will.”

“I know,” Y/N smiled softly, and Beau saw some of her worries melt away from her furrowed brow. “Thank you for what you’ve done to fix things with Maze. And for the Jenny thing.”

“No need for thanks, darlin’. I’m only doing what’s right by my family.”

“I know, but I appreciate it all the same.” Y/N’s hands slid up his neck and into his hair, gently tugging on its length. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Never doubted it, baby,” Beau winked and cupped her cheeks with his large palms. “And you know you’re my only girl, right? That it’ll only ever be you.”

“Never doubted it, baby.” Y/N grinned

After dinner, Beau and Y/N settled onto the sofa to watch a movie but found themselves too distracted to watch it. Beau’s hand squeezed at her thigh and steadily crept higher and higher up her leg. Y/N’s hand curled around his neck, and her nails gently scraped over his skin and into his hair.

The gentle touches turned into soft kisses which heated up quickly until the pair were making out on the sofa like a couple of teenagers.

“Not to push my luck here or anything, I know I’m still on shaky ground, but do you wanna move this upstairs?” Beau said as he reluctantly pulled away from her lips.

“I’d like that. A lot. I missed you,” Y/N replied.

Beau untangled his limbs from hers and stood from the sofa. He held his hand out and helped her stand and together, made their way to their bedroom.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Not a day goes by that I don’t ask myself how I got to be the one that married you.” Beau rasped as he crawled up the bed. He was going to ease any concerns she still had by worshipping her.

“I love this body,” he continued as his hands trailed under her shirt. “So sexy, and always so responsive to my touch.” Beau slid his hands under her shirt, over her lace bra, and cupped her breasts with his large palms, smirking when he heard her gasp.

“I love these breasts and that little sigh that you make every time I touch them.” He slid his hands down, gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it behind him.

“I love the little whimper you give me when I do this…” he pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her pebbled nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he hummed as he sucked greedily on it.

Y/N whimpered and tossed her head back. “Beau, please,” she begged, her hands gripping his hair and pulling.

“You like that, don’t ya, darlin’?” Beau pulled his lips from her sweet bud and switched to using his fingers to tease and tweak. “Like it when I play with these,” he murmured as he massaged her chest.

“Baby, please,” Y/N begged again. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight.”

Beau pulled away from her and kneeled on the bed. He quickly removed his shirt and threw it on the floor where it met hers. Standing from the bed, Beau took off his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them to his ankles and kicked them off.

Turning his gaze back to Y/N, he chuckled seeing that she was completely naked and looking at him expectantly.

“What?” she asked innocently, spreading her legs.

“You’re killing me, darlin’.”

“Then get rid of the underwear and get over here,” Y/N giggled.

“Yes, ma’am!” Beau grinned as he shoved the offending item off and pounced on the bed, making Y/N laugh. 

Covering her body with his, Beau kissed up her body starting at her tummy and working up to her neck. Y/N’s little gasps and moans were driving him wild.

“I love being the only one who sees you like this. That all of this is for me,” Beau placed kisses over her throat, knowing exactly what he was doing. Knowing exactly how to play her. “And that I’m all yours. Always have been and always will be. I love you more than you could ever know. It’s only ever been you, darlin’.”

Softly, gently, Beau pushed himself into her, gasping when he couldn’t go any further. The moan he let out made Y/N melt, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Fuck, Beau!” she gasped when he pulled himself from her and pushed back in.

“That’s my good girl, taking me so well. You’re perfect, baby. Made just for me,” Beau murmured between kisses to her lips, and slow, deep thrusts. “Fuck, darlin’, you feel so good. Bet I feel just as good inside of you, huh?”

“Fuck, Beau, you’re so big, stretching me, making me feel so full,” Y/N screamed. “Feels so good, baby.”

“I’m sorry I’ve taken you for granted since we got here, darlin’. You were right the other day when you said I was taking on cases I shouldn’t,” Beau spoke but continued to thrust at a slow, deep pace, driving Y/N wild and wanton for his praise and carnal affections.

“At first, the change of pace was good and I was enjoying it. Then Poppernak got shot and I stepped in to be Hoyt’s partner. But, when Pop came back, I got bored being stuck behind a desk and wanted back in on the action. So, I’d fall behind on paperwork, work late, go drinking to let off some steam and discuss cases with the team.”

Beau paused the push and pull of his hips, switching to stay fully seated and grind against her. His gaze held hers, soft and full of love and admiration for his wife.

“Nothing happened with me and Jenny and I didn’t want anything to happen. It’s only ever been you. There has never, ever, been a time when I’ve even considered stepping out of our marriage. You’re mine and I’m yours and nothing will ever change that.”

Beau was driving Y/N delirious with his grinding hips, hitting the most sacred places inside her. The sex was always good, but their lovemaking had always been incredible. The way he made her feel meant that he could’ve told her anything and she’d believe him, but she knew him; she knew he meant every single word that he said. None of this was the heat of the moment, all of it was completely and utterly true.

“No, I’m sorry, Beau. I shouldn’t have thrown that at you. I know how hard it was to take this job, to choose a quieter and safer life than what we had in Houston.” Y/N gasped as she clung to his shoulders, her entire body was on fire and only he could put it out.

“Baby, I need more of you. Will you let me go deeper?” Beau moaned through his thrusts.

“Yes,” Y/N mumbled, whimpering as he slipped from her and she turned onto her front, shifting onto her hands and knees.

With no effort at all, Beau slid straight home again. The new position forced her to open wider to him and engulf his throbbing member entirely. Her contracting walls sucked him in and squeezed, holding him within her for an extra few seconds.

Pulling out, Beau’s eyes locked on where their bodies joined. Seeing the way Y/N stretched to accommodate him made him growl and his eyes roll as he pushed back in.

“Fuck, darlin’, can’t believe you’d ever think I wanted anything other than this perfect little pussy. So soft and wet, feels like heaven,” Beau mumbled as he lay over her and pressed kisses to her shoulder blades and down her spine.

“Beau, baby, I’m-” Y/N moaned, completely wrecked and he loved it. There was no sweeter sound from his wife than her falling apart on his cock.

“I know, darlin’, I know. And I gotcha, baby. I’ve always gotcha. Let go for me, that’s my good girl.” Beau grunted, his hips speeding up and snapping into her harder.

Y/N whined every time he pushed into her, his throbbing cock hitting that sweet spot inside before coming to rest at its hilt, grinding into her cervix with his sensitive tip.

Having as much as she could take, Y/N came with a scream. The tension he’d built so perfectly in her snapped and her orgasm crashed over her in waves.

Beau wasn’t far behind and with one last push as far as he could go, he stilled within her, profanities spilling from his mouth as his orgasm coated her velvet walls.

“I love you, Y/N,” Beau whispered between kisses on her shoulders and neck. “Always have, always will.”

THE END

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[jawritter]

Yes Sir Kinktober 2022, ep. 3

Summary: A little alone time with your boss...

Warnings: 18 + Only, NSFW, Sir Kink, Oral (Male receiving), P & V, light hairpulling, Rough Smut. (It’s pretty much p*rn with a plot, so Mature audiences only.)

Word Count: 404

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

A/N: This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden. Sorry this one is posted a day behind schedule; work doesn’t like me lmao. 

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“Fucking Beautiful,” Beau praised, and Y/N hummed happily around his cock as he trusts deep into her mouth and down her throat, causing her to gag slightly and for him to groan as her throat contracted around his swollen head. 

“You like that don’t,” he continued, gripping her hair tightly, holding it back out of her face for her. “Choking on my cock like that.”

She hummed again and he groaned as his hips stammered before he pulled himself away from her harshly, and she whined at the loss. 

“On your feet,” he growled as he stood sharply and kicked the chair out of the way. 

She scrambled to her feet, and Beau roughly manhandled her around, before learning her over the desk and ripping her dress up to her waist and her panties to the side, rubbing his throbbing length against her dripping cunt, and she moaned pathetically as he grabbed a handful of her hair again, turning her face to the side. 

“Want me to fuck you sweetheart, right here, on this desk, where anyone could walk in and see you stretched out all pretty and needy on my cock like this?” Beau questioned, and all she could do was moan in response as he slapped her ass hard enough to echo through the small office. 

“Use your words baby girl,” he demanded, “or else I’m gonna leave you all wet and horny to go out there and finish the book, only one of us is gonna cum if you don’t learn to use your words, and it ain’t gonna be you.”

“Yes,” she squeaked as his fingers round her swollen clit, rubbing harshly before he slapped her pussy, sending a wet swatting sound throughout the room, and her pussy contracting and releasing around nothing. 

“Excuse me? Yes, what? Where are your manners Darlin’?”

“Yes Sir,” she corrected, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear, and knowing he would absolutely send her back out there a mess without fucking her, and God, she needed him to fuck her. 

“Good girl,” he growled, slamming his full length into her clinching heat in one swift thrust, his hand coming over to cover her mouth to stop the scream from echoing through the room as she damn near fell apart on just his intrusion. “Now, be a good girl and be quiet for me. It'd be a shame if we got caught in here.”

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[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Part 13

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! None this chapter really. Some anxiety if you know where to look. 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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"Easy Beau," Y\N said as she helped him step into the patio that led to his front door. "You don't want to push yourself too hard and end up right back in the hospital."

"I'm fine sweetheart," Beau insisted, "it's my shoulder that's fucked up not my legs."

"Don't be stubborn Beau, you heard what the doctor said, as the suppressant shot wears off you could feel lightheaded, and you're still pretty weak."

She should have known by now that scolding Beau would do no good. The man was stubborn to a fault, but he was also stronger than she gave him credit for.

"You sure you're okay staying here darlin," Beau questioned as she helped him unlock the door. "We can go to your place to do this if you're more comfortable."

Y\N helped Beau sit down on his sofa, she was pretty sure neither of them wanted to venture to the bedroom yet. Seeing as the last time they were in there she was giving him chest compressions.

"It's fine Beau, doctor said you'd probably come off of the suppressant faster if you were in a more familiar environment, besides, it might make the claim go easier if you're somewhere you feel safe and familiar."

Beau sighed heavily and sat deeper into the sofa.

"I'd never hurt you, Omega. You should know that by now."

"I do know that," Y\N insisted as she locked the door and moved to sit next to Beau on the couch. "But physically you have been through a lot of shit, and I want this to be as stress free as possible."

Beau nodded but she could tell by the disgruntled look on his face he was nowhere near satisfied and there was something bothering him. She didn't know quite what yet, but when he was ready, he would let her know. If he was going to be her Alpha, she had to learn to trust him. She knew that wasn't going to be easy, but like Jenny said, what in life worth having ever was. The almost two weeks she'd spent in the hospital getting to know Beau while he recovered told her he was definitely worth every bit of baggage and emotional damage. He was a good man. Despite everything he'd been through.

"I wish they would have never given me those shots in the hospital to suppress my rut. I know they had to, but I hate the way they make me feel."

Y\N helped him remove his jacket and knelt down in front of him to help him out of his boots and socks.

"It is almost like being asleep, and you know subconsciously you need to go to the bathroom, and you're dreaming about needing to go, but in your dream, you can't seem to find a place to go. It's tormenting."

Y\N stood, Beau's boots still in hand as she pondered his analogy. It wasn't one she would have used herself, but she could see where it would be the most accurate one. 

"Well, I guess that's one way to describe it," she admitted after a few minutes.

"Oh, come on, you can't tell me that's never happened to you!" Beau voiced as he watched her strip her own jacket and shoes. 

"I mean, yeah, I guess," she chuckled to herself. "I would have just never thought to use it as an actual analogy."

It felt almost normal between, easy even and that was an improvement to where they were the last time, they had found themselves at Beau's trailer. 

Beau shuffled himself deeper into the sofa and released a long show breath.

"I wish there was something I could do to make it wear off faster, cause you look miserable," Y\N admitted as she sat down next to him. "You look like you're trying not to crawl out of your skin."

Beau's eyes drifted towards the small picture in the frame that sat next to the couch. It was a picture of himself and his daughter.

"Everything's gonna change for me again," he admitted, "and I don't even know what to tell my baby."

Y\N swallowed thickly. When it came to things like this, it was all new to her. Beau had warned her that he came with a ready-made family. She knew what she was walking into. That didn't make it any less confusing, or scary.

"She's not a baby anymore Beau. I mean sure, she's your baby. But she is also a smart, beautiful young lady who would probably rather her dad to be open and real with her, instead of treating her like a child."

Beau sat there for a while and thought about it, and for a moment, she thought that she’d made him angry. Then he softened. 

“You’re right, I know you’re right, but it’s hard for me to make that transition between talking to her like a child and talking to her like an adult that she’s becoming. She’s been through so much with her mother and herself, I don’t want to put her through any more heartache.”

Y/N could understand that, even though he had never had children, she could see how that would be a hard transition, especially considering all they had been through as a family. 

“If you want me too, I’ll be there with you when you talk to her,” Y/N offered, but Beau just shook his head no. 

“That might not be a good idea. I think she would prefer hearing it from me alone.”

Y/N nodded, determined to not let it get to her. “I just want you to know that I’m here for you.” 

“I have a tough time, ya know, learning to let people in, let them help me, and I know that, but I hope you don’t think I’m pushing you away at all.”

“I don’t think that Beau, I know that this isn’t going to be easy, and I’m more understanding than you give me credit for.”

“Enough with the heavy for the night,” Beau voiced, suddenly stopping the conversation mid-stream. “I don’t have to wear that fucking sling anymore, and I can move my arm now. How about we just go lay down in bed and be close to each other for a while. Just be together without all the heavy drama and shit?”

Y/N had to agree, it did feel a lot like since the moment they met, there was some sort of drama and things going on around them. It would be nice to not deal with that for once, and just let the chips fall wherever they may, because it did seem like the more, they tried to fix things around them, the worse things always seemed to get. So, Beau’s suggestion wasn’t deflecting, It was more suggesting to just, for now, let shit go.

“I actually kinda like that Idea,” Y/N admitted, grabbing the hand that Beau had extended to her, and standing with him to follow him into the small bedroom of the trailer. 

That’s when the nerves really started to hit her and take their toll. Her stomach churned slightly. She was always afraid that even though they’d already crossed the sex boundry together, and even though they had both seen one another naked, there was always that fear that he’d just openly reject her, or suddenly decide he didn’t like what he saw, even though the blood test said they were true mates. When it comes to a man as attractive as Beau Arlen, it was hard not to be self-conscious, and nitpick at every little personal imperfection. 

Beau let go of her hand long enough to strip himself down to his boxers and climb into bed to hold the covers up for her to follow suit. She hesitated, but only for a moment before she quickly stripped herself down to her bra and panties.

As soon as she made her way next to him under the covers, he pulled her carefully into his arms, minding his still tender shoulder, and buried his face in her hair, allowing her to be completely wrapped up in everything that was Beau Arlen, the warmth of his skin against her own, his scent, his large hands tracing every inch of skin they could reach as he nosed alone her scent glands, allowing himself to breathe her in as deep as he possibly could manage. 

There was a safety there, a comfort she’d never really experienced before. The beginning of a bond that went deeper than sex, because really, mating was just a small part of the Alpha and his Omega. Really, it was about KNOWING one another. It was about knowing every freckle that dusted his skin, it was about knowing every touch that made her shiver as his calloused hands ghosted over her skin. It was about knowing the security and comfort one another could find when everything else around them seemed so cold and so cruel. 

It was easy, laying there like that, getting to know his scent, and letting him get to know her own. It was natural, and for the first time since all this started, she had a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe this was going to work out between them after all, and maybe, just maybe, they really were meant to be.

Y/N’s fingers trailed their way through his hair, and down the skin of his neck until she felt a small, raised section of skin like a scar that stopped her musing, and she immediately sat up to see what it was, afraid that he was sick again, or something was wrong, like it always was but she could only find a small scar there, one that looked much like a small burn where an Omega would have their mating gland, and she traced it curiously. 

“When an Alpha’s rejected by his Omega, we scar too, even though we don’t have a claiming mark necessary, or even a bonding gland the way you do, it still burns us, we go through the same hurt and sickness when the bond breaks,” Beau explained, and for a second, she felt like her whole world had crushed her. It made a fresh wave of hatred boil in her gut towards Carla. She’d hurt him, not only emotionally, but physically as well. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that Beau,” she said, attempting to swallow down her anger, but Beau just pulled her back down into his arms, and wrapped her tighter to him in the blankets. 

“It’s okay, I survived it, not all Alphas are so lucky. Besides, if she wouldn’t have pushed me away, I might have never found you, and then I would have just been miserable my whole life, her too, because she was tied to someone that was not her Alpha. It was meant to happen the way it happened. At least I still have my baby girl out of it, and that’s all that matters. At the time it was a reason to live, had I known you were out there, maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so bad.”

Y/N snuggled down into his hold and held onto him a little tighter. She couldn’t reverse the damage that had been done to him, but she could make the memory bearable, and that was something she wasn’t going to mad about, she’d just have to try her best to make it better this time around.

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[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Part 11

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! SO MUCH FUCKING AGNST!!! Possible suicidal ideations. REALLY BAD CLIF HANGER ENDING, (I’m already ducking from the @’s in my mentions over this one).

Word Count: 2644

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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The weight that sat heavily on Y/N���s chest was almost suffocating as they made their way up the driveway towards Beau’s little trailer. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, even to herself, this place still had the same, homey feel to it that it had the night she pulled up to it when Beau was first in rut. 

But even the quaint little homey feel of the atmosphere of the place couldn’t take away from the reality that existed between the Alpha and the Omega that sat in the car as she put it in park. 

Beau, aside from asking to go home when they’d gotten in the car had not said a word, he’d just held his phone in his hand, maybe sending a text message or two to who was most likely Emily, and then just sat there staring out of the window next to him. 

“You don’t have to stay here and watch this,” Beau said suddenly as she killed the engine, and turned slightly to face him. “I’ll make sure I’ll leave a note, so when they find me, they will know it was my call to come back here, and they won't be able to pin anything like neglecting your Alpha on you.”

Y/N sat there with her throat damn near closing in on itself, the crushing weight she’d felt earlier became all that more heavy with the reality of JUST what he’d planned to do. One way or another, whether it be going Feral and the fever killing him, or by his own hand, he didn't plan to live through this. 

“I’m sorry you got pulled into all of this in the first place,” Beau continued. “It was never my intention to hurt you. It was never my intention to ruin your life. It was never what I wanted to do. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to drag you into this shit with me, and you shouldn’t have to be subjected to sit and watch me die.”

“Beau, no—”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend,” Beau interrupted her as he placed a shaking hand on the door of the car, but this time when she placed her hand on his thigh, he didn’t jerk away. “I didn’t give you a whole lot of reasons to like me. True Mates or not. I can’t ask you to jump in here and fix this. I made this mess. I have to lie down and die in it. It’s only fair.”

“Fuck fair Beau,” she yelled at him, and he flinched back slightly as if she’d burned him. “I don’t give a damn what you deserve, I”m not just gonna let you go into that trailer and die!”

Beau opened his mouth to argue, but grimaced as he instead, bringing his hand up to his head as if to block out some sort of blinding pain, and she instinctively reached to support him as he swayed in his seat. His skin was boiling to the touch, she was pretty sure as the night went, it would only get worse, which did NOT leave them a lot of time to sit there in the driveway to work out their multitude of issues. 

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” she said, jerking the driver’s side door open, and jumping out of the car to hurry up and open the passenger side door. Beau just looked up at her, completely drained and defeated. 

“I mean it Omega go home, you don’t have to stay and watch this,” he pressed, but she just sank down to his level, not missing the harsh smell of rut that suddenly clouded the air between them, making a tense, hard situation that much worse. 

“Listen to me Alpha,” she stated, doing her best to hide all the fear and hurt that was welling up in her voice. She could not show weakness, or else this would never work. Beau bared his teeth slightly at the title, and it did cross her mind that he could snap at any moment, but for some reason, she wasn’t afraid of him, more of the repercussions that might come from them mating again if he rejected her. “You might be a few years older than me and stubborn and bullheaded as hell, but I can assure you, I”m just as stubborn and bullheaded, and I don’t run just because an Alpha wants me too. So get the fuck out of the car and into the trailer, or I will call Jenny, and she can help me drag you out.”

Beau’s nostrils flared, but he said nothing, just clumsily clambered to his feet before making his way up to the deck to the mall, metal framed door. 

She followed along close behind him, determined to make sure he couldn’t hurry through the door and shut it in her face, cause she thought he might actually try that, but he didn’t, he didn’t even bother trying to close the door. He just stumbled into the trailer, and left the door open for her to follow him in, which made her hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t totally given up yet. 

When she got into the trailer, closing and locking the door behind her, she found Beau, sitting on the edge of his bed, with a picture of Emily in his hand, and the family he’d lost. 

She didn’t understand it really, why he still clung to the Omega that didn’t want him, that had clearly rejected him. She didn’t know if it was the child that held him to it, but she wanted badly to pull him out of it. Show him that he still had a good bit of life ahead of him. If he’d just open the fuck up and quiet pushing her away, maybe even with her. 

Even though he’d rejected her, even though he’d hurt her beyond words, she still didn’t have it in her to think that he was a bad guy. For some reason, whether it was an unintentional bond or what, but she had a feeling he was hiding behind a lot of hurt, but she still really had not seen the REAL Beau Arlen, and she just couldn’t give up on him. Something deep inside of herself just wouldn’t let her. No matter how much she wanted to preserve her sanity. She couldn’t leave him here alone to die. 

So she forced her feet to move, and to sit down on the bed next to him. He didn’t even look up at the dip of the mattress, just sighed heavily as he looked down at the photo in his hands. His thick fingers reaching down to trace the photo in his hand as he did so, a drop of dark, red blood fell onto his hand in almost a cruel, poetic gesture. 

“Beau, you need to lay down,” she voiced as she stood to find a tissue or something to clean the blood up that was slowly dripping from his nose, but he just shrugged and whipped it away on his sleeve as if it didn’t matter. 

“Laying down, sitting up, it won't matter either way in a few hours,” he voiced, almost as if their thoughts were connected in some way, and maybe they were, and neither of them realized it. 

“Beau you can’t just give up,” she tried, but he just shook his head and sat the picture back down on his bedside table. 

“DOn’t really have much of a choice do I?” he questioned, looking down at the blood stain that was now on his sleeve. 

“Yes you do,” she argued, and he lifted his gaze to stare at her, his expression and eyes completely unreadable. 

“That what you really want? For me to do what instinct is telling me too? Tie you to me? Hmm? A recovering alcoholic and an Alpha that’s WAY past his prime? Someone with a teenage daughter and an ex-wife, who, as long as Emily is alive, will always be in the picture?” 

He waited, stared her down, but she didn’t budge, the tension in the air almost palpable between them. She knew he was trying to scare her, but for some reason, she wasn’t afraid. Even though maybe she should have been. 

“What about the fact that every day I get up and go into work,” he continued, indicating to his injured shoulder, “that there is a good chance I won't come home alive. Is that something you really, REALLY want to be stuck with? Have you ever seen what happens to an Omega when the Alpha dies, when the bond is broken? It’s not pretty. So no darlin, the way I see it, to keep me from hurting anyone else, dying is the only option I really got.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” she said, shaking her head with annoyance. 

“Stubborn, selfish, worthless, drunk… I had someone tell me once that at least I was pretty, so I guess there’s that.”

Y/N blinked at him as if she’d been slapped in the face at his little confession, and even though she was gawking, she couldn’t find it in her to care, because she didn’t know how to slap Beau, or whoever told him something like that.

“Who the fuck told you that?” She finally forced herself to ask, and Beau snorted. 

“Carla,” he admitted, and the anger rose up in her faster than she thought possible. If she had time, she’d probably drive over to her house and beat her face in, but she didn’t think Beau would live that long, so time wasn’t an option, but when this was over, she and Carla were going to have one hell of a come to Jesus meeting. 

“That is such a fucking lie,” she said, and he looked at her as if he was getting tired of this conversation, or maybe he was just deteriorating, and it was getting harder for him to focus. 

“You don’t even know me.”

“Only because you won't let me get to know you Beau! You’ve got these walls up that you think is helping everyone else around you, but all you’re doing is killing yourself! I was more than willing to take ALL of that you said when I drove up here a few days ago! YOU were the one that backed out and brought a fucking plan B pill! I don’t care that you're older than me, I don’t care that you’ve had a pup with another woman. So what, you’ve had drinking problems in the past, who doesn’t have their share of issues. So what, your job is dangerous. Beau, I would have been more than glad that you decided to claim me. But you decided you didn’t want me. Not the other way around. I would have been glad to get to know you. Even the ugly parts you didn’t want me to see.”

Beau said nothing, he just sat there, looking at the floor. She wanted to scream at him more, slap him, kick him, do anything to make him move. Make him save himself. She didn’t know how much clearer she had to be to get him to understand that she was in this for the long hall, because, for some reason she didn’t even understand herself, she just couldn’t walk away from him. 

“If we do this,” Beau said after a moment, “It’s permanent. There’s no going back. There’s no taking it back. There’s no fixing it.”

Y/N said nothing, she just slipped her sweater off of her shoulders, and pulled her hair up into a tighter messy bun. Beau watched, his eyes taking in every movement she made. 

“If I was going to run Beau,” she said as she dropped the sweater on the floor. “Don’t you think I’d have done it by now? I’m not afraid of your job, I’m not afraid of your ex-wife. I’m not afraid of your daughter. The only one that I’m afraid of is you.”

“You have no reason to be afraid of me,” Beau stated, but she couldn’t tell if it was because he was starting to lose it completely, or if it was because he was in pain. “I’d blow my brains out right here before I let myself snap and hurt you.”

“That’s not what I’m afraid of Alpha,” she clarified, and he cocked his head in confusion. “I’m afraid of what your rejection, when you wake up from this rut, and from whatever this fever really is, and figure out again that it’s not what you want, that I’M not what you want, and you pack another pill in here for me to take and send me on my way. I won't live through it this time. It will kill me. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Beau’s eyes shifted around the room as he shook his head furiously, and she thought that just for a second he was going to tell her to get out. 

“I wasn’t trying to reject you Omega, I just wanted to give you an out if you wanted it. I didn’t want you to be tied to me if you didn’t want to be, and if you didn’t want me, I’d have let you go, but I also did want to deal with another pup I’d never get to see, so I just had it there as an alternative IF and only IF you wanted it. I would have never made you take that pill. It wasn’t a rejection. I was just trying to give you a choice.”

Y/N’s eyes locked with his, desperate to try and read him. Desperate to try and figure out if he was lying to her to save himself. But she could detect no lies in his green eyes that seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer by the moment. Just pain. A lot of pain. 

“Then why didn’t you claim me?” She questioned directly, and he winced as he tried to sit back against the headboard. 

“Because I didn’t think you wanted me too.”

It was such a simple answer, such a simple little thing, one she never would have thought of in a million years, because what Alpha ever cared about what the Omega wanted in the deal. They just took and took until they got what they needed, and nothing more was ever said about it. That’s why she thought he’d rejected her when he hadn’t claimed her. It was a misunderstanding. One that almost killed them both. One that still might kill him. All because he wouldn't communicate when he needed to the most. 

Y/N was suddenly desperate to save him. Suddenly determined to fix it. Fix what they’d both stupidly broken, when she stood up and moved closer to him, grabbing his hand that was resting on the side of him in her own. His eyes were closed now, and his mouth opened slightly as his chest heaved with every breath he took. His scent was almost suffocating in the confined space. They were running out of time. 

“Then take it Alpha, take what you need, claim me. I’m literally giving you my verbal permission. We can figure out the rest when you live through it. Please.”

Beau forced his head up to look at her that had lulled strangely to his injured shoulder. His face was red. The fever was dangerously high. There was more blood pooling just at the end of his nose, ready to fall at any moment. But he nodded, and tried to sit up, then immediately, as if in some cruel joke by the universe, or maybe both of their own stupidity, his eyes rolled, and his body fell backward onto the bed, limp, and barely breathing. 

To Be Continued…..

Tumblr wouldn’t let me tag it guys, I’m sorry. I’ll try rebloging with the tags later tonight, but honestly I’m not hopeful it will let me. I apologize for any inconvenience this has caused. 

[pink-sparkly-witch]

J3 Bingo Masterlist

After swearing off bingo challenges for life when the last one I did zapped my creative juices and left me unable to write anything decent for months, I surprised myself by signing up for @j3bingo! But, after managing to write a mini series, I once again feel the joy of writing, so let’s see how this goes, shall we?

I can’t promise I’ll complete the whole card, but there are some very interesting plot bunnies hopping about in my head for Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jared Padalecki and their characters with these squares!

Taken for Granted, Part One - Beau Arlen x Reader Free Space

Taken for Granted, Part Two - Beau Arlen x Reader Make Up Sex

All She Wants, Part One - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader “Don't try to alpha me, it won’t work.”

All She Wants, Part Two - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader Hormone Suppressants

All She Wants, Part Three - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega Reader Alpha Gone Feral

The Babysitter - Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader Hot Babysitter

Forever Hold Your Peace - Dean Winchester x Female!Reader "You're never going to have a happy ending–just remember that." Just Like This - Bartender!Dean Winchester x Female Reader Getting Fired

The Widow Timestamp: I Love You - Sam Winchester x Female Reader Jared Padalecki Character

The One That Got Away Timestamp: Adopting Miracle - Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader Adopting a Pet

[jawritter]

Jen’s 3k Celebration!!!

Tell Me A Story Celebration!

I can’t believe I’ve made it to 3k followers right here on Tumblr! You guys are amazing! When I started this blog, it was just a hobby. I honestly thought that no one would read the things I’ve written, so to log on this morning and find out that I have 3K followers? Wow, I’m stunned beyond words, because honestly, THANK YOU just doesn’t feel like I’m saying enough! 

That being said! In celebrations of this new milestone, I’ve heard the outcry for open request amongst bloggers and while I’m not at the place where I can fully open my request up, (I’m still working on the full story request you guys sent me not that long ago), this is what we’re going to do! 

Tell me a story celebration!

How it works: 

Okay, you’ve seen bloggers do this before. Send a gif in, with the prompt, tell me about how.... And I will write you a drabble from your gif request. That simple! Drabbles will include anything from Smut to Fluff in short form. 

Rules: 

Sense I typically only write for Jensen Ackles and Dean Winchester, please only send Jensen Ackles related Characters. Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy, or Jensen Ackles himself. You get the idea. 

I do not write Destiel. 

I do not write Winchest. 

All requests are X Reader Inserts unless specifically specified otherwise, I do not write OFC much. 

If your story request is a pronoun other than Female, please include that in your Ask with the gif, and your Tell me about... 

NO TOILET STUFF! 

No kink shaming other request and readers, if I see you doing that in the comments or reblogs, you will be blocked. 

Stories can be AU, Canon level, ABO, choice is yours it’s your story!!!

Okay Guys! Send me those Gifs!! SEND ASK HERE!!!

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[jawritter]

Hi hun! Hope your doing well! Had to stop by and say I’m hooked on If It’s Meant To Be!! I can’t wait for the next part! and how this is all gonna turn out!!! Love it!!! U made me really mad and pissed at Beau when I didn’t think that was possible! 🤣

Awww thanks so much hun! I'm so glad you're enjoying the series! I'm actually getting ready to post pt 7 now! Thanks so much for reading hun!!!