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talltalesandbedtimestories · 5 months

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“Person of Interest” - Beau Arlen x Reader

Part 3 (Final) of the “Guardian of the Gulch” Series (Read Part 1 Here, Read Part 2 Here)

Rating Teen

Beau Arlen x Reader

Tags: Fluff and Flirting, First Kiss (Finally! Get it Beau!)

Word Count: 2300

There's a new sheriff in town. And he just so happens to have parked his RV in your campgrounds. What's a park ranger to do with all that Texas charm strutting around on a fine pair of bow legs?

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "Anonymous Gifts/Flowers" square.

Writing about Beau for the first time was so much fun. He's got such a sweet, gentle, charming, goofy way about him on the show. I am at least making sure in my story that Beau gets his kiss. (I have also been asked by a friend to maybe have a little "Big Sky After Dark" epilogue at some point. Will see.) I've gotten a lot of inspiration from my bingo card. Thoroughly enjoyed participating and hope to mark off every square... at some point.

Also, diving into Helena history for this date I came a lot of interesting facts and fun places along Last Chance Gulch Street.

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Since you’d asked Beau out on a date - apparently, that was news to you - it was also up to you to pick the when and where. That was how he'd left it that night around the fire, anyway, with a wink and a smile.

It had been a busy few days after the fourth of July for the both of you. But, you’d settled on a Sunday evening, crossing fingers there were no abductions or bank robberies.

There was never a dull moment in Helena.

You’d decided on a time and place. The plan was to meet at The Windbag Saloon and Grill. You sat at the bar, sipping your Huckleberry Mule.

Your eyes dart to the door every time it swishes open. When you finally spot him entering, a sharp inhale steadies you. The nerves that wound you up all day threaten to release fast enough to spin you like a top upon the stool.

His gaze skates over the scene once, twice. The double-take and zoning in on your face when he clocks you forces you to exhale. You wish it didn’t sound like a frightened puppy. Thank goodness he can’t hear it. Recollection fills his face, and that sunbeam smile melts you.

He takes the stroll over. You internally confirmed sitting at the farthest end of the bar was the right decision. It gives you ample time to enjoy the view of the sheriff and prepare to be devastated by all that handsome up close.

He has a full, bouncy head of hair you’d kill for. Scratch that. You’d kill to run your fingers through it. His denim jacket with a fleece collar and hints of the warm and fuzzy liner has you imagining him offering it to you on a chilly walk. You only want to get a better look at the broad shoulders and chest underneath. The shine of his silver belt buckle directs you further south for probably a second longer than would have been appropriate to stare.

You sip a little more liquid courage.

“Did I get the time wrong?” he asks, confused and already looking apologetic when he meets you at the bar. He strums a few fingers on the countertop.

“Nope.” With a head shake, you offer the adjacent stool with an outstretched hand. “I was extra early. And you were early.”

He sighs and slides in beside you. “If you’re early, you’re on time. That’s what I was taught, anyway.”

“Slow day at the office?” you ask.

The bartender drops a coaster and a napkin in front of Beau and asks what he’s having. He requests a beer, then returns to your question in a flash. “Not particularly. Why do you ask?”

You decide to try the all-knowing approach. “You had time to have flowers delivered to Linda Devonshire.”

The caught-off-guard smirk gives him away. “Me? Flowers to Linda?” He tuts. “Why would I send flowers to a married woman?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Probably because you were as ecstatic as everyone else in the park, knowing she was packing up and heading back home. I’ll bet you had the date circled on your calendar.” You spin in the seat a fraction. Inadvertently, you swish a knee over his denim-covered thigh while attempting to cross your legs.

He reacts a fraction to the touch, staring at the floor between you. His lips purse, and his brows lower. “Well, being as happy as the rest of those in Black Sandy State Park is not enough motive to suspect I’m the one that sent the flowers. Not very good detective work. Need a little more proof to convict.”

“Hm.” You shrug and wait for him to prod you more for your reasoning.

Instead, he licks his lips and smiles. “I didn’t recognize you dressed as a civilian.”

You straighten up and toss the hair back over your shoulder dramatically. “Didn’t think I could clean up this well?”

He shakes his head, all serious. “Nah. I just didn’t think you could get any prettier.”

That shuts you up.

“Yellowfin?” The server asks the both of you, now at a table after finishing your first round of drinks at the bar.

Your hand raises.

After the sandwich plate lands in front of you, the server confirms to Beau, “And the Vigilante for you?”

Beau nods, rubbing hands together, taking in the contents of his meal with high brows. “Yes, indeed.”

“Anything else right now?”

Beau points to you in wait, but you shake your head.

“All good for now, thanks,” he answers.

You groan, looking at Beau’s burger. “There is so much going on over there.”

He lifts the bun. “Yeah. Candied jalapenos. Grilled ham and onions. An over-easy egg.”

“Not to mention the half-pound of beef underneath all that.”

He resituates the bun and wiggles it in place. “Don’t forget the huckleberry barbecue sauce. I may regret it later. Worth it.”

You laugh. “I hope so, for your sake. Otherwise, this may be a pretty early night.”

He chuckles. “I don’t think anything could mess up tonight. Even my poor menu choices.”

The certainty in his voice makes you smile. “Kind of surprising you haven’t stumbled onto this spot yet since you’ve been in town. Considering how close it is to the sheriff’s office.”

“Well, the Boot Heel is where I usually end up with Hoyt and Cassie.”

You nod. “There’s a lot of history along Last Chance Gulch Street. Worth checking out and getting acquainted. Being the new sheriff in town and all.” You bite into a french fry.

“Hey, I did some research.” He clamps his large, beefy hands around the large, beefy burger. “This street was between a bunch of mining claims, where a lot of gold prospectors got rich.” He nods and confirms, “Give me a second with this, if you don’t mind?”

You laugh and wave both hands in permission. “Of course.”

He bites down and chews. Eyes close. Deep in thought. “Oh, yeah,” he mumbles around the burger. “This was the worst idea in the best way.”

“Take it easy there.” You try to jest. Truthfully, you wouldn’t mind sitting back and enjoying the show.

He swallows and sips on his second beer. “Man, it’s good I walked ten minutes from the office. I’m gonna need fresh air to clear my head and some exercise after all this.”

“Maybe I can interest you in a little walk down Last Chance Gulch after this.” Your suggestion raises his cheeks with a grin. You add, “History lesson and all that to accompany your calorie burning.”

“I’d like that.” He dabs the barbecue sauce off the corner of his mouth. He thumbs towards the outside of the restaurant. “Know who the lady is on The Windbag sign?”

“Oh, that’d be ‘Big Dorothy’.”

“Big Dorothy, huh? She the original owner?”

“Not of the saloon. She ran a business on these premises. Got closed down in 1973.” You sample your sandwich and watch Beau enjoy another bite of his burger. You wait until he’s thoroughly invested in the act, swallow, and then continue. “It was a brothel.”

His face stills in mid-chew.

You giggle.

He exaggerates his munching for a few seconds more.

“The place was called ‘Dorothy’s Rooms’. She was actually very well respected in Helena. Donated to lots of charities, and then the police had to go and raid her establishment and shut it all down. You may wanna tread lightly, Sheriff. Dorothy’s ghost might not appreciate your kind under her roof.”

“Noted.” He clears his throat.

Your guided walking tour doesn’t have the intended effect of calorie burning. Instead, you sit with Beau in a green wooden booth at The Parrot Confectionery. You’re splitting a Parrot Special Sundae.

“Oh, man.” Beau indulges in his first spoonful. It’s wondrous to behold how much enjoyment the man has with his food.

The evening has been filled with light and easy conversation to start. Lots of laughter mixed with information gathering from both of you as the date wore on. You spill about your life, years back, out west. You aren’t ready to divulge much about the relationship you left behind except the marriage had not worked out as expected. Beau’s a bit guarded as well with specific details. Something had happened on the job, though, in Houston. Something alarming enough to have him quit the force. And you think it might be one of the reasons he was now divorced.

Beau’s eyes sparkle. “I’ll have to take Em here.”

You nod. “Definitely.” He lights up every time he talks about his daughter. It’s sweet and makes him even more endearing. It almost makes you feel bad thinking naughty thoughts as his tongue laboriously licks the fudge off his spoon.

“Gotta say, darlin’, it feels like you’ve given me the key to the city tonight.”

“And plenty of indigestion.”

“I told ya. Worth it,” he insists. It’s his turn to watch you eat a few spoonfuls. You focus on the strawberry scoop. He seems to gravitate toward the huckleberry flavor and completely avoid the split banana underneath it all.

“Well, we could walk a little more to the end of the street after this,” you suggest. “I mean, the old fire tower is down that way. But you’ve gotta know about that. Impossible to miss.”

“Oh, yeah, I know all about the Guardian of the Gulch.”

You smile. “Did I forget to mention that Linda Devonshire dropped off the flowers she got to the ranger’s office before she left?”

The spoon Beau is holding clinks the sundae bowl. “You did forget to mention that.”

You swirl your spoon in the vanilla. “Well, she thanked us and said the flowers would probably hold up better staying with us than the trek back home. And she also read the note aloud to see if we had any idea who the anonymous sender was.”

Beau sighs. “Of course she did.”

You tap a finger on your chin. “What was it exactly? Oh, yes. The note said, ‘Thank you for your excellent matchmaking skills. ~ a Guardian of the Gulch’. She was completely perplexed by it. Said she hadn’t gone out of her way to coordinate any dates or encounters in Helena. Didn’t know anyone well enough for that. But we did get to hear about how she’s introduced about a dozen people to their current spouses in her home state.”

Beau lifts both shoulders. A sheepish smile forms. “If it hadn’t been for Linda’s complaints, I might not have gotten all those chances to get to know you a little better. And we wouldn’t be sitting here now.”

“This all sounds very silver lining thinking.”

“I try. On occasion.”

You roll into a parking spot in the lot behind the Sheriff’s office, engine idling. Beau’s in the passenger seat.

“Well, I hope I didn’t keep you out too late.” He leans into the backrest. A couple of creaks emit from his spine. “I appreciate you walking with me up and down Last Chance Gulch after dessert. Between the beer and the beef and the banana split, every step counts.”

You smile. “This was nice. We should do it again sometime.” He opens his mouth, but you cut him off, “I know, you accept.”

The warmth of his fingers gliding over yours, gripping the steering wheel, tingles your skin. Half in the night’s shadow, his face scolds with scrunched lips and slitted lids. “Give a man a chance to ask you out properly, would ya?”

You laugh to soothe your nerves. “I didn’t realize I’d asked you out again. Hell, I didn’t realize I’d asked you out the first time.”

He tilts his head. “I may have pulled the trigger on that one. Guess I’m finding it hard to be patient when it comes to…” He trails off, quiets, and looks serious. You realize he’s staring at your mouth.

“Sheriff!”

You both flinch in your seats. Deputy Poppernak is heading towards the passenger side of your car. Beau straightens, and you oblige the greeting and roll down his window.

“Hey, Poptop.” Beau razzes.

“Thought you’d left hours ago.” Poppernak halts five feet from the car, spots you, and waves. “How’s things going, Ranger?”

“Just fine, Deputy. How about you?” you ask.

“Can’t complain. Done for the day after a lot of paperwork. Headin’ home.”

The three of you nod in unison for an uncomfortably long amount of time.

“Okay.” Poppernak offers a friendly salute. “Night.”

You watch the deputy hop into a family van and drive off rather quickly.

“Well,” Beau sighs, “this is gonna be all over the office in the morning.”

“This?” you question. Beau eyes you. “How do you think they’re gonna classify this?”

He smiles. “Well, I guess this would be me spending some time with a person of interest. And actually, I think I’m gonna need to spend a lot more time with this person of interest. So, would you give me the pleasure of taking you out on another date, darlin’?”

All you can do is nod. His mossy green eyes sparkle. Cool fingertips round the shell of your ear. You shiver as he traces your jawline, moving in to close the gap. And then, nothing but you breathing in his warmth as he exhales softly into the kiss. It’s gentle and careful. But he tests how your lips fit and press against each other from a few angles. He settles for a spell and feasts on your mouth.

He pulls away. His fingers trail from your chin after a sweet pinch. “Are you free next weekend?”

You nod, dazed.

He grins. “Good. I’ll pick you up at your place if you’re comfortable with that?”

You nod again.

“Thank you for the ride.” He hops out of the car and closes the door with a soft click. Leaning into the still-open window he leaves you with, “Be careful headin’ home.”

“You too, Beau.”

He smiles from ear to ear, taps the window sill, and walks to his jeep. You can’t help but wait until he slides into the driver’s seat and gives you a wave. You shift into drive and leave the lot.

You can’t remember much of the actual ride home. Your mind is filled only with thoughts of Sheriff Beau Arlen. They make you smile. Hum along to the radio. You’re light as a feather and full of hope for what’s to come.

All because of a Guardian of the Gulch.

~ The End ~

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deeptrashwitch · 25 days

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Elliot "Pride" Stevens

Name: Elliot Stevens

Nacionality: American🇺🇲

Age: 24

Date of birth: 12th july 1998 - Fort Worth (U.S.A)

Residence: Killeen, Texas, USA

Afilliation: U.S Army / 75th Ranger Regiment Specters

Rank: Private

Callsign: Pride (Current)/ Charlie 3-8

Occupation: Combat engineer

Height: 1.90 m/ 6'2" ft

Weight: 95 kg

Blood type: AB-

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Straight

Languages: English (Native), Japanese, Greek, Afrikáans

AFILLIATIONS

Specters members:

-Captain Alicia Marchant (alive)

-Lieutenant Luke Michaelis (alive)

-Sergeant Jackson Blackwell (alive)

-Sergeant Edward Jackson (alive)

-Corporal Noah García (alive)

-Corporal Elijah Wilson (alive)

-Airman First Class Nicholas Fowlett (alive)

-Private Marcus Lombardi (alive)

-Private Alexander Christensen (alive)

-Private Francis Scott (alive)

CIA:

-Chief Station Dominique Wright (alive)

Underworld:

-Liù Xiao Chen (alive)

FAMILY

-Harrison Stevens (Father) (alive)

-Sarah Stevens nee Hayes (Mother) (alive)

-Mirai Hayes (Aunt) (alive)

-Daniel Stevens (Uncle) (alive)

-Enzo Stevens (cousin) (alive)

-Jimmy Hayes (cousin) (alive)

PERSONALITY

-He is arrogant and stubborn, and the first time he met Jackson and Noah, it played against him and caused problems with most of them. But when he left that on the side, he's really responsible, intelligent and, as well as Luke, analytic.

-During the conjoined missions he stays a bit away from the other team, usually because he doesn't consider them an intelectual challenge. Francis stays near him, though, the cartographer is the one who smack some sense into him.

-Elliot usually overthinks almost everything, trying to understand all the variables, but ends up stressing himself. Maybe that's why people compare him with a surly cat when he's stressed.

BIOGRAPHY

Born in Fort Worth, Texas. His family are mainly veterinarians, on the other hand a cousin is an economist and the other one is a photographer. As a kid, he grew up surrounded by animals and ended up loving almost any kind of animals, to his parents delight.

Elliot thought of being a veterinarian as well, but during his school life he discovered that he is amazing with the math and the physics. For many years he investigated about some branches of engineering, and found about the combat engineers, which called his attention. He talked with his parents, who were worried about him, but asked to take a year or two to think about it.

A year and half later, he enlisted into the Army and engineers school, and he studied until he almost fainted as he was on basic training. As he finished his training and title as engineer, it was known he was the best on his class, which helped him at the moment to be accepted on the special forces. From then on, he became arrogant, mostly because all of his superiors were amazed with him and praised his abilities insted of his co-workers'.

During his deployments, he perfected his tecnique and his speed on the field, which only boosted his ego. When he was on a deployment on a mountain range, he met Luke as a Sergeant, who at first was also reading his file in awe, but they lost contact after two missions more. And when the rumors about the new team were flying around, he knew they would look for him, considering the pattern.

And he was right, but he got slightly offended that the Captain sended the Sergeant and the Corporal instead of come herself. But when the reunion started, he felt in danger for a second, the Corporal was ready to beat the shit out of him and the Sergeant looked at him with something near to hate. Soon he went to Black Tomb and the day the Captain arrived again, he shivered and surprised to see how Michaelis was now the Lieutenant of the team.

And Luke was dissapointed...

Elliot spoke with Alicia and felt so little, like never before, and also he walked outside that office feeling regret for his own comments. Soon Luke walk to him, this time without a trace of the awe of before, just telling him one think with a harsh voice. Nowadays, he thanks that he said that during his first time there, but at the moment it affected him.

"Listen, the time has passed and I noticed something. You aren't as special as you think, everyone here are basically geniuses on their fields and if you continue thinking that you're some itty-bitty shining star...I'll be the one to bring you back to earth and throw you out of here" Luke growled to him that day "bring your fucking act together, Stevens, get down of your cloud"

SKILLS

-He is specialized on detecting many tipes of land mines, and even some acuatic mines too, to leave it for Noah. Also he prepares obstacles for the enemies squads and clears the paths for the other squads that come after the main one.

-Main and static part of the infantry squad, and he goes better during frontal attack missions, mostly if they have time to prepare traps.

COMBAT

His combat style is defensive, but will take a turn to the offensive if it's needed. His first choice weapon is also a Bowie knife. Elliot will never admit it, but he refuses to learn another kind of combat, not out of arrogance, but because he isn't sure he'll be at a good level in time for the missions.

TRIVIA

-His main hobby is solve puzzles, any kind of puzzle he can get, he'll try to solve it. Inside his room has a collection and everyone always gift him a new one on his birthday.

-Most part of the time he's inside the hangars, so he interacts more with Luke and Edward, also with Francis because the younger one is the one who keep him down to earth.

-He also doesn't have a car, and everyone prays for him to stay like that. Elliot...likes a bit to much Gran Turismo, and it could be great if only he knew how to drive as a sane person. Also Elijah lent him his Camaro once and he almost crashed it down...since then he's banned from using any civilian car out the base, except on special ocations.

-More than once, Alicia has seen him let some stray cats inside the base, but she never said anything. Mostly because she also got attached to them and is thinking to adopt one (and call it gun powder)

-His callsign speaks for itself, and it wasn't something that his peers gave him to joke or in a good mood. On the contrary, it was a way to almost insult him because of his attitude. But Elliot took it anyway because it fits him.

-He doesn't have any favorite food, and is really picky to eat. But when he enlisted, he forced himself to eat all the MRE's out in the field and the lunches when they're on the base. He eats everything, but doesn't enjoys it, maybe only Alexander's biscuits.

Song

Moodboard

#witch moment #oc #ocs #call of duty #team charlie #cod oc #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii

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cheynovak · 3 months

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Only you

Cordell Walker x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Age difference, cursing, smut, 18+, jealousy, ...

This story doesn’t follow the walker timeline.

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 6921

Y/N, is the daughter of James an ex-marine who fell in love with a Belgian woman Sophie, they raised their kids in Brussels, Y/N and her twin brother Matthias moved to Texas after leaving the special forces in Belgium, Y/N witnessed her partner and fiancé gets killed in a secret operation, she has trouble following orders after that, so they let her go with honourable discharge. Dealing with the loss of her fiancé, made her decide to move out of the country, leaving her starting fresh in the US.

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Matthias convinced Y/N to go out with him that night, get to know the people in town. “Matt, the point of moving to this old ranch was to get far, far away from people.” Y/N turned to her brother placing a hand on his shoulder. “But you should go, have fun. Call me if you’re too drunk to drive, ok?” - “No, no, no, I’m not leaving you. Let’s go.” He pushed her out the door with him.

As the siblings walk inside the Side Step they immediately notice the group of people hanging at the bar laughing and joking, the bartender seems to know them really well. “Two of them are rangers.” Matthias noticed. “Good, you might behave then.” Y/N joked going up to the bar to order. “Two beers please.” - “I need to see your ID sweetheart” - “I’m sorry?” Y/N looked questioning at the man hovering over the bartender, she pushed him away. “Hoyt, don't.” - “No no, I need to know who that new chick is.” - “Why don’t you get over here and find out.” Y/N answered, counting her money not even looking at the man.

“You’re new in town?” She tried to lighten up the heavy mood, handing her the beers. “Uhu” She answered turning, she saw the tall ranger looking at her, observing everything that just happened. He nodded, she just walked towards their table. She could feel his eyes on her back.

“What was that?” Matt asked her. “Some drunk thought he was funny, nothing special.”

As the night moved on the booze flowed, Hoyt couldn’t seem to shake his curiosity and wanted to get the know the two new faces. He stepped towards their table. “So, honey, are you going to tell your name?” He smiled at her while hanging an arm over her shoulder. Matthias laughed at the face Y/N was making. “What’s so funny buddy?” Hoyt asked. “You’re about to find out... Buddy.”

Y/N got up and twisted his arm pushing him away.

Cordell saw the scene and walked over.

“Are you ok?” He looked at Hoyt when he walked with shame back to the bar. “Maybe, you should leave these people alone hey.” He padded his back when he crossed his way. “Please excuse my friend, he is... very present when he is drunk.” He smiled slightly at Y/N before looking at Matthias. “Cordell Walker.” He shook Matt his hand. “Texas Ranger. I go by Walker mostly.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Matthias Jones, this is my sister Y/N. “

He finished his greetings by holding his hand out towards you, which out of respect you accepted. “You don’t sound from here?” He asked carefully, while shaking your hand. “We we’re raised in Belgium, but our father is from Louisiana.”

“Oh really? What made come here, to Texas I mean?” It was very clear to Matthias that his charm worked on you. All of the sudden you wouldn’t mind talking to a stranger. “That is a little personal. But eh, I wanted a fresh start, and my baby brother just won’t leave my side.” She winked at him. “I’m only 10 minutes younger thank you!” Cordell laughed at that, it reminded him of his kids. “Vacation?” He added “No, we bought the old ranch from eh... What was his name again? Parker?” - “Parker? Bill Parker?” Walker asked shocked. “Never thought he would sell that old piece of junk.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at his comment. Leaving Walker awkward looking at her realising he just commented on their new home. “Lot of work yes, but we can manage it.” She snapped at the ranger making it clear it was time to end this conversation. “Well, it was nice to meet you, both. Have great evening.” He walked back to Micki. “She seems nice.” - “Yeah, they moved here, Parkers old place.” The rest of that evening Cordell kept looking over to Y/N wondering if he needed to apologise for his words.

The next day you and Matt were working on the house when Walker decided to drop by on his way to work. His excuse was to check in on the new folks in town, but he actually wanted to see you again. When he arrived, he saw Y/N on the roof when Matthias was working on the porch. “Ah ranger Walker.” she heard her brother greet the tall man. Y/N nodded at him but didn’t want to stop working on her project. A few seconds later she looked down again, noticing the two men were gone. So typical, she thought, the second Matthias had a chance to quite working he takes it.

“Can I get you something to drink?” - “Eh no thanks, how is it going here?” he answered while he looked around. “Lot of work, thank god my sister is handy.” He laughs “Me on the other hand not so much. I’m more of an artistic person.” He points to the paintings on the wall. “You made those?” - “Yeah, me and my boyfriend had an art gallery in Brussels, I painted he sold them.” - “Did he move with you guys to Texas?” Walker asked still looking at his work.

“Eh no, he and my sister, not a good match. She eh, changed after the dead of her fiancé.”

That made Cordell turn, to face Matt again. “What happened?”

“Can’t tell” The men heard Y/N’s voice coming from the backdoor. “Not because I don’t want to, but I have signed for professional secrecy for life.” She looked mad at Matthias. ”And you know that.”

She turned to Walker, her face softened. “Army?” He asked, she nodded. “I see.” still looking at her. There is something about her, he can’t put his finger on it, but she intrigued him.

“I’m going to get started again.” Matt left for the porch again. Neither of them really reacted. “Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” She asked opening the fridge, turning her back to him. Walker didn’t answer, he just looked her up and down admiring her curves. Until he noticed Y/N looking at him, waiting for an answer. “Eh yeah, no thanks.” He smiled shyly. “I better let you to it then.” He started to walk to the front door.

Once outside he put his hat back on. “Oh, before I forget.” he turned back to her, place one foot on the first step of the porch, looking up at her. “There is a barbecue this evening at the Side Step, my parents their wedding anniversary, the whole town in invited. Would love for you to come.” Y/N seemed in doubt, almost refusing the invitation. “We’ll be there.” She heard Matt yell. - “Great.” he smiled at her.

“Really Matt, We’ll be there.” She imitated his voice. “Oh come on Y/N! That man clearly is trying to get to know you!” - “No he isn’t!” Her voice cracked when she answered way to fast. Matthias smiled. “What are you going to wear?” Y/N looked down, her hands gesturing “this”.

“No, no, no, you are not going to dinner in a flannel and dirty jeans.” - “What’s wrong with it? I always dress like this. AND It’s a barbecue, not a fancy dinner.” - “Yeah, it’s great when you’re up on the roof fixing it. Let’s at least try and find something we both like.”

They both agreed on a simple yet low cut, creme coloured top with a neat pair of skinny jeans and her brown cowboy boots and a belt in the same colour as her boots. Her hair freshly washed, while Matt insisted on curling it slightly, letting it down over her shoulders.

They arrived at the party, Cordell came walking down the second he saw you. “You made it. Let me introduce you to my family and friends.” he smiled polite. “Mom, Dad this is Y/N and Matthias Jones. Meet my parents Bonham and Abeline Walker.” Y/N shook their hand and congratulated them on their anniversary, and so did Matthias. “Thank you so much for coming.” Abeline said with a soft voice. “Ah and there is my brother, Liam.” He waved at you while ordering a drink. “Cute.” Matthias said without thinking twice. “He is single.” Cordell laughed. “Oh really?” and before she knew she was left alone with Walker who introduced Y/N to all the town folks before ordering her a drink.

"How do you like it in Texas so far?” He asked while handing her a drink. “It’s great, everyone is friendly. Some are a little too friendly.” She grinned while looking over at Hoyt, who politely nodded at you. “You just got to get to know him. He’ll grow on you.”

“Dad, is it ok that Auggie and I go with Hoyt? He wants to surprise Geri but needs our help.” - “Yeah sure, be safe.”

Cordell noticed Y/N looking at him with questions in her eyes while taking a sip of her drink. “My daughter Stella, and my youngest August.” He pointed at them. “Beautifull girl.” Y/N said sincerely, but couldn’t help to think Stella was almost an adult, which made her and Stella, what 9 or 10 years apart? “Yeah, she gets that from her mom.” - “Where is she?” she asked trying not to sound all to disappointed while looking in the crowed. “She eh, she passed away a few years ago.” Walked answered looking at his feet.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Walker.” Y/N placed a hand on his arm, feeling awful for him. “Must have been tough raising two teenagers on your own.” -” I had my family, they were a real support.” After a short silence she opened her mouth. “How did you... cope with the loss of your wife?” She asked him afraid to look at him. “Honestly, I drowned myself in work. Took an undercover job, left my kids with my parents and brother.” he took a deep breath before he whispered. ”I was a shitty father, I should have been there for them. Stella still hates me, and I can’t blame her.”

Y/N saw the tears in his eyes even though he was trying to hold them back, she looked back at her drink. “I almost got my teammates killed.” He looked at her. She continued “I ignored a direct order, thought I knew better, could do better. Ever since Tyler died I walked on the edge, not caring anymore whether my actions would kill me or not.” Y/N took a sip. “Tyler grew fond of a family back “there”, their kids brought him handmade gifts from clay and stuff. When they were abducted, I wanted to find them, I thought by ignoring my orders I could at least save them since I couldn’t save Ty.”

A single tear rolled down her cheek. Cordell was still looking at Y/N, she could feel it. “My teammates followed me, like good soldiers, like great friends. We almost lost one in an ambush, Tom, he told he didn’t want me to go alone, that Ty wouldn’t want that, I didn’t want him to get hurt, I wanted to go alone. But he like all of them always got my back, even when my actions were irresponsible.” She took another sip.

Y/N felt a thumb rubbing the tear away. She looked up, locking eyes with Cordell. Seeing a tint of green she had not noticed yet. His hand still lingering on her cheek. “We all made mistakes, loss, pain, it makes us do stupid things.” For the first time she felt like someone knew her pain. The warmth of his hand against her cheek made her want to feel more, holding back desperately not to fall into his arms, knowing that once he would wrap his arms around her the tears would come running down. I need air, Y/N thought breaking eye contact.

“Want to go for a walk?” Cordell asked like he heard her thoughts. Y/N nodded, walking quickly past Cordell to the door, he followed her shortly after getting his jacket. They remained silent for a while, leaving the sound of the party behind them, hearing nothing but crickets and the sound of their boots. “I’m sorry Walker, for over sharing.” - “Don’t be, I’m kind of glad you did.” She stopped walking turning to him. “It makes me feel less alone.” He said stepping closer to her locking eyes again.

Y/N let go of a shiver, not knowing if it was the cold air or the feeling he unlocked by looking in her eyes like he was searching for her soul. “Cold?” He asked while putting his jacked over her shoulder, making him stand closer to her, his scent floated around her making her head feeling light. His hands lingered on the collar of his jacket while he hovered above her. Damn this man is tall she thought. Cordell’s eyes looked at her lips before slowly closing the space between them, giving her time to back out if she wanted.

Totally mesmerized she accepted his kiss, pulling him close by grabbing the side of his shirt. The feeling of her hands on his ribs made him breath out heavy. Both taking a second to get some air before closing the small gab again. One of his large hands found its way to the back of her head. His finger nesting in her hair. The taste of him made Y/N want more, slowly standing on her toes like it would be possible to take more of his lips.

“Yo Cordi! We’re heading out man!” Both were startled when they hear Hoyt’s voice. Letting go of each other like two embarrassed teenagers. “Ow, shit man I’m sorry!” He said while he chuckled. “Party is over, I’m driving your parents back to their house, I’ll see you later.” He looked proud back and forward between Y/N and his best friend, before turning the other way. “He grows on you, right?” She joked to break the silence while looking at her phone seeing a text from Matt.

“Can I give you a ride home? My car is parked over there.” He offered - “That would be great.” - “Let me find Liam real quick.”

Matty: “Are you ok? Can’t find you, planning on leaving.”

Y/N: “Yeah, I'm fine. Walker is driving me home.”

Matty: “Ha! Great I’m driving the other Walker brother home ; )”

“I think Liam has a ride.” She showed her phone to Cordell who only smiled. As they walk to his car she feels the warmth of his hand against the small of her back. The drive home was quiet but loaded with a mixture of unspoken questions and the need to touch each other again. Once almost home she noticed how Cordell parks his car just out of side beside their house, turning towards her. “Y/N, about tonight.” Oh god he is regretting it, was all she could think. “I don’t know what I need right now, but I know it felt, good.” he paused “And if you want, I would like to get to know you. But I can’t promise you anything. I just...” He was struggling to find the right words.

“I know what you mean, I’m not sure what I need, I’m not ready to move on from Tyler, that’s for sure.” Y/N grabbed his hand. “But I do now that, tonight, you, made me forget my sorrow for a second. And it felt great.” Y/N moved closer kissing his lips staying close to his face. “So how about for now, we’re just two strangers finding comfort in each other?” The side of his lip curled up. “Perfect.” he added before kissing her back.

After a few minutes, making out in his car like teenagers, Y/N hears her brother’s car arrive. “That’s my cue.” - “See you soon?” - “Would love that.” Y/N got out of the car, Cordell followed her before she could turn to the driveway, he pulled her back, against a big tree. Kissing her one more time. “See you soon sweetheart.” Leaving her breathless while he hopped back in his truck.

“How was your night?” Her brother asked her batting his lashes at her. “What’s up with you?” She asked trying to sound normal. “You were gone quite some time with that ranger. Tell me everything...” - “Nothing happened.” - “Yeah right.” Y/N sighs. “Walker lost his wife a few years back.” Y/N placed her hands on your side. “We talk about her and Tyler for a while, I got teary, and we went for a walk, cooling down.” That wasn’t entirely a lie. Y/N felt her eyes tear up again. “Oh sis, I'm sorry. Come here.” Matthias pulled her in a hug, immediately noticing the smell of Walker lingering on her. But instead of pointing out the facts he just kept his mouth shut and hugged her closer.

Y/N woke up the next morning feeling guilty towards Tyler. She decides to avoid Walker for now. Hopefully he felt the same way. She dedicated all her time to rebuild the house. Weeks went by, she sends Matt to the store, avoiding getting into town. Making sure Walker wouldn’t see her. Tonight Matt and Liam made plans, again, Y/N was thrilled but once her little brother left, she started to think, If things would get serious between them, she would become family with Cordell. “Oh god.” she sighs. “Oh no, It’s just me.” Cordell walked through the open door. Which made Y/N startle almost falling of the ladder. Cordell ran to her holding her back helping her down.

“Hi.” he said still holding her close. Y/N didn’t know how to react she gave him a half smile before walking back out of his arms. Walking around the table, putting space between them. “Are you ok?” He asked. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” - “ I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” - “No Walker it’s just...” her voice trailed off. “You regret it.” - “ I feel guilty.” Y/N snapped. Looking at him, making the mistake of making eye contact.

Cordell took off his hat, his big hand going through his hair. “I thought... you said it made you feel good.” - “It did.” Y/N admitted -” Then why feel guilty?” he walked around the table towards her. “I-I don’t know.” not sure she said that out loud or thought it. Y/N looked at him getting closer. He still wore his uniform, after all those years in the army she would have never thought she’d go weak for a man in uniform, yet here she goes. Mouthwatering, wanting to jump that man, tasting his lips, feeling his hands on her body.

Y/N finds her strength to turn around, but that doesn’t stop Cordell. She can feel his warmth on her back. His hand between her shoulders, his lips getting very close to her ear. “If you want me to go or leave you alone. Just say it.” Y/N closes her eyes, letting out a shivering breath letting her head fall back, against his shoulder. He kisses the temple of her head and wraps his arms around her pulling her extra close.

The heated tension between them grows. Cordell’s hands started to move to her sides to her hips, teasingly playing with the hem of her shirt while his lips move from her head over her cheek to that one spot down on her neck. First kissing, but when his tongue moved up from her shoulder to her ear, biting the earlobe softly it felt like something in her chanced.

Y/N turned around pulling Walker in by his neck. Her tongue asking to meet his, kissing, hungry for more, not getting enough. She placed her hands over his, pushing them down letting his know it’s ok to touch her further. His big hands covered her ass, kneading while she opened a few buttons of his shirt, kissed and sucked at his collarbone, making him moan “Oh baby.” before kissing her lips again. Lifting her up carrying her over to the table. Pushing her legs open so he could stand in between them.

“Good girl.” he praised, making her moan under her breath. She never knew she liked that. “Say it again.” she begged. While he removed her shirt, covering her bra with his hands. “... You’re a good girl for me baby.” “Oh Fuck” She moaned while her head falls back. “You like that huh. You want me to praise you baby. Want to be my good little girl.” Y/N nodded fast “Are you going to let me take care of you? If you do...” he got close to her ear. “I might give you something you would love.” His hand got down over her pants, rubbing and cupping her clothed core.

“I’m going to take off your pants, lay still” He said, while pushing her back flat against the table. Y/N lifted her hips to help him taking off her pants and panties. Noticing they were soaked. “Fuck baby, you won’t need this anymore.” He kissed her clit making her whimper and grabbing his hair. “Na-ah, hands above your head baby girl.” then he pulled her closer to the edge of the table, lifting her legs over his shoulder. “Here you are playing hard to get, while your body is telling me different things honey.” He said before licking a strip over her already soaked core.

Cordell took his time, trying to find all the spots, all the things that made her crumble under his touch. He loved the sound of Y/N saying his name is prayer. His fingers moving so painfully slow inside. “Oh baby girl, I want more, I need more of you.” he said with a voice so deep of lust. “Take what you need... Take me Cordell.” Y/N said while her hand strokes his hair again. Hearing Y/N saying his first name made him rumble under his breath. Like a man processed he got up pulling her back to him by her arm. Kissing her, she could still taste herself on him.

“Are you sure?” He asked slowing down a bit. Her hand moved down to hold him. “Give me everything Cordell.” He thrusted in her hand before undoing his pants. She took off his shirt. He lined himself up against her slit, looking at her when he thrusted in. Memerised by the way she opens her mouth. Once fully inside he let her adjust a little, until he felt she moved slightly, impatient to feel more, even though she felt so full. He quickly found a hard and steady pace she seemed to enjoy.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” he moaned in her ear. “Feels so good. Take me so good baby.” His hold on her hips tightens making his thrust harder and faster. Y/N wrapped her legs a little higher, Cordell grabbed the back of her knee. “Lay back down.” he ordered, she obeyed. “Good girl.” He lifted her legs on his shoulder, kneading her thighs as he pulled her back every time he thrusted inside her, hitting that one spot that made her cry out his name so sinfully she was glad no one was in the house. “Oh god, don’t stop Cordell. I’m...I’m so close.”

Walker pushed Y/N over the edge, feeling her tighten made him come inside her within seconds. Unable to hold back his own orgasm until she came down from her high. “Fuck that was...” - “Amazing.” he finished her sentence. Kissing her again. “Let me get you some tissues.”

After a shower Cordell placed himself in bed while looking at Y/N trying to find something to wear. He got up pulling her close to him. “Come here, I’ll keep you warm.” He kissed her pulling her over him to the other side of the bed, spooning. Before they knew they fell asleep.

By the morning Cordell looked at the two of them in the mirror next to the bed, cuddling, her lips separated a little. So peacefully. “Fuck, I'm falling in love.” He thought while he kissed her hair. He looked over to the nightstand noticing a picture of her and a man. He presumed Tyler.

Cordell noticed Y/N waking up, he thought by pretending to be asleep she might stay in bed with him. But unfortunately, she didn’t. He felt her moving very quietly out of bed. Putting on clothes, without thinking she chose an old shirt from Tyler and left the bedroom. Cordell stayed a little longer in bed thinking, she is regretting this.

Y/N hoped her brother wasn’t home yet, or at least he didn’t notice the clothes that where lingering on the floor in the kitchen. But by the smell of fresh coffee, it seemed her fear was real. “Goooood morning.” He grinned looking fresh with a cup of coffee in his hand. He lifted Cordell’s shirt with his finger. “Fun night?” he smiled. Y/N felt her cheeks blush “I eh...” - “It’s ok sis, I’m glad for you.” He handed her a cup of coffee. “It was time to move on.” - “Move on? Oh wait, Matt this isn’t what you think.”

Cordell walked down the stairs he heard Y/N and Matthias talk. “Walker and I aren’t a thing. We just... it just happened. No strings attached.” Those words gave him a heavy feeling in his stomach, but he kept listening, noticing she was wearing a men’s shirt. “So, you mean that, you... you Y/N out of all people, miss ‘I do not hook up” just had a one night stand?” She shrugged her shoulders while taking a sip. “And I thought I was the rebel... how was he?” - “Matthias!” she hit his shoulder with the back of her hand.

“Morning.” Cordell said walking in the kitchen wearing only his pants and boots. “I believe that’s mine.” He said without embarrassment pointing at his shirt in Matt’s hand. “Oh, ha yeah I believe it is.” He tossed it to Cordell but kept his eyes on him while he pulled it over his head. Staring a little too obvious. “You have a little drool.” Y/N whispered while whipping his mouth with a napkin jokingly. He smacked her hand away.

“Coffee Cordell?” Y/N asked. “Eh, no I'm late for work.” he said, in doubt if he had to kiss her goodbye in front of her brother. So instead, he left a small peck on her cheek, looking over to Matthias who looked away, smiling. “I’ll show you out.” She said walking him to the door. “I’m sorry I forgot about him for a while.” she whispered when he stood on the other side of the door. “It’s ok, I’m glad my brother wasn’t here this morning, that would be awkward.” He took her hand. “I had a great time last night.” Y/N smiled slightly nodding in agreement. “See you soon” he said, while kissing her lips softly, not waiting for a response.

She closed the door.

“Really Y/N give that man a chance. He’s clearly into you. He could have snugged out but instead he did the walk of shame.” - “He needed his shirt Matt. What is more embarrassing, walking without your uniform, naked torso to work or seeing the brother of the woman you just slept with. Who by the way is crazy about his brother.” - “I’m not crazy about Liam! I like him sure, but he stated that he doesn’t want more than being friends. And don’t try to turn this around!” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Come on Y/N! He is perfect for you!” - “Really, ok why.” - “He is tall, friendly, has a great job, nice parents, manners, smells great,” Y/N looked weird at her brother “You were covered in his scent that night after the barbecue, ... and did you even look at him last night? I mean I just saw that man’s chest and I went feral, sun kissed skin, those shoulders, abs, big hands... I know what that means Y/N” he lifted his eyebrows quick while looking down at his crotch. “Ok I heard enough. Don’t forget that Tom is landing tomorrow. We need to pick him up at the airport.” Y/N said walking away before he made her blush. “You even walk weird.” he said jokingly “NO I DON’T!” he heard her yell from the top of the stairs.

The next few weeks Y/N and Cordell texted back and forward, called each other when they needed a talk, about family, friends, work or even Emily of Tyler. But Y/N seemed busy, unable to meet with Cordell.

One night, Cordelll and Hoyt decided to go for a drink at the Side Step. Both in their casual flannels. He had told him about what he thought he started to feel for her. The more he spends time apart the more he wanted to see her again, but he didn’t want to push her away.

Walker saw Y/N in the corner of his eye, but she wasn’t alone, he noticed her laughing and joking around with this stranger. “Looks like someone is interested in your girl.” Hoyt joked. “She isn’t my girl.” he said firm. Hours passed and Y/N still haven’t noticed Walker, while he kept looking at those two. The guy stood up to order another round at the bar, he saw Y/N looking at her phone. That’s when he decided to text her. “Hi.” She didn’t answer. “Having fun?” No answer.

“Go talk to her.” Hoyt insisted. “No.” - “Fine, then I'll do it.” He got up and walked over to her. “Well, who do we have her. Y/N Jones” - “Look who finally knows my name, tell me Hoyt how long did it take?” She joked back. “Not long, I am friends with a ranger, who, you know, we both know very, very well.” he winked. “Who is this?” - “Tom meet Hoyt the jester of this town. Hoyt, Tom an old friend.”

After a little small talk Hoyt left their table. “Well great to meet you, Tom. I’m going back to my old friend over there.” Pointing to Cordell who looked away just in time, hanging on the bar. “Great fella” Tom laughed. Y/N followed Hoyt seeing Cordell now for the first time, all casually dressed, his flannel sleeves curled up, showing his strong arms, but seemingly a bit drunk, the second she looked at him she felt the warmth in her body glowing. “Will you excuse me for a second?”

“Hi stranger.” She greets him. “Hi.” he said swiftly looking at her. “Are you ok?” he didn’t answer. “Cordell?” - “Walker” he corrected her. She looked shocked. “Few nights ago you didn’t mind me saying your name.” - “Yes, well mistakes happen.” - “Mistakes.... We need to talk. Outside. Now.” - “I’m fine right here sweetheart.” - “Oh, don’t sweetheart me. And trust me what I want to say, you don’t want your friends to hear.”

“Do us all a favour and go back to your boyfriend over there.” He said turning his back to her. “Oh, so that’s what this is? You’re Jalouse.” - “I’m not, I just don’t like to be fooled with.” - “Fooled with? You were the one who said, and I quote: Can’t promise you anything.” - “And you said you were still grieving over Tyler.” - “That’s true.” - “Then, tell me what are you doing on a date here with that guy over there?” - “That guy there is Tom, Tylers best friend, you know the guy I talked about.”

Cordell remembered the story about the guy who followed her against their orders, almost getting killed. This left Walker feeling like a complete asshole. “Y/N, I-I'm..” - “Keep it Walker. I thought you were man enough to talk to me. But this is just childish.” He held her arm when she wanted to walk away. “Let go of me!” She pushed him, not moving him an inch. “Hey buddy, would let go of her.” Tom stepped closer to Walker. “This has nothing to do with you, leave out of this.” Walker said to Tom.

“Y/N’s worries are my worries. Let go.” He said extremely self-controlled. Walker looked at Y/N seeing not only anger but hurt as well. He was afraid if he let her go, she would never talk to him again. He released her arm slowly, afraid that he crossed the line with her. Y/N took her jacket and left with Tom towards her car.

“Who was that?” Tom asked her while driving home. “Cordell Walker.” - “The ranger you talked about?” She hummed. “Well damn, I thought he might have been the guy who would finally make you move on.” - “What?!” she stopped to car to look at Tom. “Y/N, I know you will always love Tyler. But even he wouldn’t want you to be miserable all the time.”

“I can’t Tom. Even since... I keep making mistakes.” - “Walker was a mistake?” - “Clearly. He acted like a jalouse kid.” - “I don’t know, he handled it wrong, yes, but the fact that he is jalouse is because he likes you.” - “I don’t like him.” - “That’s bullshit, you slept with the guy, you never EVER do that if you don’t like the fella.” - “He said he didn’t want anything.” - “To protect himself.” Y/N let out a sigh. “Drop me off at home, drive back, talk to him.”

So, she did, but he left already. Geri was nice enough to give his address. Driving up the driveway she saw him standing outside under the stars, looking over the meadows. He heard the sound of her footsteps closing in.

“Hi.” He said looking surprised and a little more sober. “Hi.” she said leaning over the fence with him, shoulder to shoulder. “Y/N I'm sorry, I acted like an asshole. I don’t know what happened to me.” - “It’s ok, I might have ignored you a little since Tom’s arrival. I just haven’t seen him since I left the army. But I should have told you.” - ”I guess seeing you with Tom made me realise I like you a little more then I want to admit.” This made Y/n smile.

“So, what’s next?” Cordell asked her. She took his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder so she could lay her head against his chest, taking a deep breath, allowing his scent to fill her nose and make her head light. Being this close to him made her feel the heat boiling up inside her again. She kissed his neck right under his cheek. This made him look at her, his hand moved to the back of her head, holding her to kiss her soft lips. Each kiss got deeper and deeper, clinging on to each other.

“Stay tonight” Cordell said lightly out of breath. “Is staying here, now the best idea? I mean, your kids seeing dad waking up with another woman?” He thought about that. “You’re right, but I don’t want to let go of you yet.” He kissed her neck. “To be honest, I really, really, really want to be with you tonight, without fishing for clothes in a kitchen in the morning.” Y/N started to giggle at the memory.

“Well, why don’t I drive home and take you with me?” His eyes grew dark with her words. “And you start taking off those clothes for me once we are in the bedroom?” She added while kissing up his neck, pulling on his shirt. “I don’t think I can wait that long.” He lifted her up over his shoulder, making Y/N let out a little yelp, while walking towards the shed.

He placed her down, he sat himself down on the old couch pulling her on his lap. “Really, the shed? Are we teens again?” - “I told you I needed you now.” He pulled her closer to him, making her hips grind on his crotch, feeling he is already hard and ready for her. “Fine” she agreed lifting herself up to take place between his knees. Pulling his pants down, her hands quickly found their way to his hard dick. Pumping him while she locked eyes with him. She could see the surprise but also the heat in his eyes.

When Y/N added her lips over the tip, sucking softly, slowly taking more and more of him in her mouth he let his head fall back. “Oh baby.” he moaned while his fingers found their way to her hair. There was no way she could take all of him in her mouth, but she was determined to give him the same pleasure he gave her nights ago. When her tongue followed the vein on his penis, he let out a growl she never heard from him again.

She hummed with that sound. “You’re proud of yourself aren’t ya.” he said breathless caressing her face. When she then responded with an extra twist of her hand kneading a little harder, he bucked his hips up, make her almost gag. She let him go with a pop, Cordell pulled her up, almost ripping her pants in the process of taking them off.

He pulled her back on his lap, her legs straddling him, while rubbing her already wet folds over his dick, coating him before she slowly let herself drop on to him. “Oh Cordell, fuck, you feel so good.” - “You like it don’t you, me filling you up.” The air filled with moans and heavy breathing while they kissed, licked, sucked every inch of each other's body.

Walker’s hands kneaded at Y/N’s hips, helping to find a rhythm that felt for both of them like heaven. “Oh baby... slowdown, I-I'm not going to last long if you keep doing this.” - “Don’t hold back Cordell. I want you to fill me.” She whispered breathless in his ear. “I want you to come inside me.” she added while biting his neck. “Fuck.” He moaned and pulled her close, his lips were on her collarbone, his hands holding her steading between her shoulders and neck.

Cordell started to thrust with the same speed as Y/N grinded. She felt him getting sloppy in his thrusts, groaning and breathing harder. “Oh Y/N...” was the last thing he said before he came hard inside her. He held her close while he came down from his height. He let go of her slightly so he could look up at her.

As planned, they drove back to Y/N’s place. Sneaking up to her room like two teenagers. He pulled her in for another kiss. “I’m going to take a quick shower” Y/N whispered in their kiss. Grabbing a towel and leaving Cordell alone in her bedroom. But he had other plans.

She heard the shower curtain move, before she could turn around Cordell was already standing close behind her. “I think I forgot something.” his hands moving over her side to her breasts. “Yeah, what’s that?” - “I don’t remember feeling you cuming.” She chuckled “ That’s ok.” One of his hands dropped down between her legs make her automatically open them slightly for him.

“No it’s not.” He rubbered her clit with one hand while still holding one breast in the other. “You see. I think I might be addicted to hearing you moan my name.” He slipped two of his fingers inside her. Making her hands to grab back to his hair, pulling his lips to her neck. “Still so wet for me.” His finger moved quickly in and out of her, while his thumb rubbed the bundle of nerves at the top. Making her breath heavy. “Cordell, we have to be quiet. Matt is sleeping next door.” - “I don’t care.”

He turned her around, pusher he back to the wall. His mouth sucked at her nipples while his fingers kept pushing and curling inside her. Y/N’s back arched, Cordell could feel her tightening around his fingers. ‘Let go baby. You can do it.” He moved to her other breast, sucking and kissing. “Oh god...Cordell!” She grabbed his shoulders to keep steady while her orgasm made her body shiver.

Cordell pulled Y/N closer in bed, her fingers drawing circles on his chest. Walker kissed her head. “Y/N?” - “Hmm?” - “I know I said I can’t promise you anything, but I think I...” He let go of a sigh. “I think I want more than casual sex.” She didn’t response immediately, he could feel her fingers stopped moving, “I mean, if you are ready for more of course.” She lifted to look at him.

“I think I'm ready to move on. I think I’m ready to accept a new man in my life.”

“Could that man be me?”

“Only you.”

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thanks for the tag @jesuisici33! this came out much sappier and longer than expected but oh well. Rules: Everyone uses the same word prompt. Write as much or as little as you want for any fandom. Tag at least 5 peopleThere’s NO time limit! Just have fun! Reblog or post separately

"Carlos would kill me if he knew I was showing you this." Andrea flips through the photo album, the plastic pages crinkling against each other as she turns the through it. "This is was the first time we took him to see the Easter Bunny."

Andrea shows TK a photo of a five year old Carlos who's teary eyed and red faced. "It was also the last time we took him to see the Easter Bunny."

Andrea points at a photo of a nine year old Carlos in wide-brimmed black cowboy hat, black button down, a denim jacket and denim jeans. "He wanted to be Cordell Walker from Walker, Texas Ranger for character day at school. He said he wanted to be just like his dad."

Next to it is another photo of Carlos is the same outfit, but Gabriel is kneeling down to be level with his son. They're both wearing cowboy hats that are battling for the focus of the photo. Carlos is smiling TK's favorite kind of smile. He remembers seeing the same smile when he asked Carlos to marry him. Carlos is smiling like he's unapologetically happy.

"Who's this?" TK reaches for an amalgamation of fuzz that's sitting in the box. After pulling it out, he sees that's it a stuffed Koala that's a little weathered, faded grey and missing a blue button eye.

"Kique." Andrea says the name fondly, like she's being reunited with an old friend. "Most kids had a safety blanket, but my Carlitos." Andrea reaches out and gently rubs on one of Kique's ears, feeling the soft fur against the pads of her finger. "He had Kique."

Andrea tilts her head and takes in Kique's missing eye. "If only we knew where that eye went, though." Andrea sighs, then shrugs. "I don't know, part of me wonders if he still needs Kique, maybe even now more than ever." Andrea looks at TK and smiles. "Then again, now he has you."

TK grins at the statement, flattered that Andrea thinks so much of him. That said, TK looks at Kique and can't help but think, maybe having a couple of reinforcements isn't a bad thing. And he is pretty sure he has a couple of buttons lying around the apartment looking for a new home.

"Andrea," TK begins, hoping the answer to the question yet to be asked will be yes. "Do you have a sewing kit?"

Andrea smiles and TK feels hopeful. "I sure do."

"Hey baby," Carlos announces when he walks through the front door. "I stopped by the pharmacy and got band-aids, like you asked. Are you finally going to tell me, oh my god." Carlos eyes widen when he sees TK's red stained fingers. "What did you do to yourself?"

"I thought I knew how to sew." TK says while looking at the tips of his fingers. "Turns out, I do not know how to sew."

TK watches as Carlos frantically opens the box of band-aids. "I promise, it looks worse than it is."

"Well it looks pretty damn bad." Carlos had already unwrapped a band-aid and is working to take off the pieces of paper on the back of it. "Why were you sewing in the first place?" He wraps the bandage around TK's right index finger. He doesn't need to, TK could do it himself, but Carlos wants to. He looks up at TK. "TK?"

"I was trying to surprise you." TK comically frowns as Carlos wraps another bandage around TK's left ring finger.

Carlos raises his eyebrows. "I'm surprised all right. What was the actual surprise?"

TK holds up a band-aid clad finger and walks into the bedroom before walking out with a stuffed koala one with a blue eye and a red eye. "Your mom took me down memory lane."

"Of course she did." Carlos mutters under his breath.

"And in doing so, introduced me to Kique, the one eyed protector." TK wipes at the red button eye. "Figured I would take matters into my own hands to make sure he has a second eye. Better to see any oncoming monsters with."

He passes the koala to Carlos, and Carlos smiles TK's favorite kind of smile. "TK, you didn't have to do that." Though, based on Carlos' reaction, and the way he instinctually grabs on to Kique like he never wants to let him go, TK think he had no choice but to do just that.

"I know, but I wanted to." TK tries to respond casually, but his grin gives him away.

"I can't believe I have Kique the Koala back in my arms again." Carlos smiles down at the mismatched eyes. "I'm going to cherish this like it's what I love most in the world. Well second most, I suppose."

"What's the first?" TK asks, eyes bright with knowing.

Carlos reaches over and pulls TK into a kiss. "You, and I think you know that."

TK smiles and it's Carlos' favorite type of smile. "I did, I just wanted to hear you say it."

no pressure tagging: @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @rosedavid, @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @bonheur-cafe and @sanjuwrites :)

#my love language is gift giving if you can't tell 😭 i just realized it's all over my writing WOW #my writing #carlos reyes #tk strand #tarlos

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 18 days

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Decided to finally write my fic idea that I posted a while ago :D

Summary: Texas has been working for too long and Oklahoma isnt happy about it. Texas gets a much much needed massage, they have a talk, tears are shed, cuddles ensue.

Random HC: Texas has piercings (navel, ear, nose, lip). Not as many as New York, NJ, or Louisiana though.

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Oklahoma stomped out to the barn with an exasperated look on his face. Texas has been working outside everyday from ungodly hours of the morning until they went to bed, and even then he wouldn't sleep. Oklahoma was upset about it, yes, but he was more worried than anything. The days were long, hot, and humid, and he knew that Texas didn't have that good of an immune system nor a clear knowing of when to take a break (so he didn't). Oklahoma barged into the barn.

"Texas!!!"

Texas's head shot up from where he was fixing Ranger's stable door. "Uh oh...", he whispered to himself. Welp. He had a good run.

"Yeah...? Whats up?"

Oklahoma scoffed. "You know whats up!"

Texas did know. But he would just play dumb. "Uhhh no...?" See, his tone was halfway convincing, but his nervous smile gave him away.

Oklahoma just stared at his boyfriend for a minute, looking him up and down. Texas's hair was a frizzy wreck, there was sweat dripping down his face and strong yet slender arms, and he had long abandoned his shirt, only wearing his binder now. Oklahoma couldnt help but blush at the sight of Texas's toned, scarred, freckled midriff. Huh when did Texas have a navel piercing....

Texas chuckles. "Like what ya see?~", he teased.

Yeah. Okay. He did. But given the circumstances, he wasnt all too happy. He sighed before walking over to the taller state and forcing him to his feet.

Texas let out an uncharacteristic squeak as he was pulled to his feet by rough yet gentle hands. He was about to say something, but then Oklahoma started dragging him towards the house by his arm. He felt a slight twinge of pain from his aching arm muscles, but said nothing and just allowed himself to be dragged.

Once they got inside the house, Texas was unceremoniously tossed onto the couch. He looked up at Oklahoma, who had his arms crossed and a mad....no, not mad.... disappointed look on his face. God Texas hated that look.....

"Well? Wanna explain yerself? It is 8pm! What time didja wake up and start workin'??" Oklahoma questioned.

Texas cleared his throat. "I-I-I know that yer mad bu-"

"Im not mad!!" Oklahoma snapped. He was about to shout again, but reconsidered after seeing the mild fearful look. Damn ol Texas for maming him so soft....He sighs. "Sorry I'm just.... I'm just worried alright?? Yer always overworkin' yerself and doing stuff for me and others. Ya work in the hot sun for hours on end without takin' more than five minutes to take a break. And when ya do take those five minute breaks, its just to consume more unhealthy amounts of caffeine! Ya never actually make time for yerself and yer health and ya cant tell me that its not worrying!"

Texas avoided eye contact for a minute before looking up at his boyfriend. He wanted to say something, but he couldnt. He stared down at his feet instead of just uselessly staring up at the Sooner State.

Oklahoma sits down next to Texas and pulls him into a hug. He gently rubs up and down the taller state's back and buries his face in his shoulders. Texas mentally cursed himself as tears welled up in his eyes.

"I-I-I'm sorry, mi amor.....", his voice shook with every word.

"Shhhh.....dont apologize...", Oklahoma whispered gently, his heart breaking. He pulled away slightly and saw the tears running down Texas's face. "Oh Tex....." He pulls Texas back into the hug.

Texas clung to Oklahoma as if he would disappear if he were to let go. He let the tears fall from his eyes, as he was no longer able to hold them back.

"Hey....", Oklahoma spoke gently. He tilted Texas's head up and gently held Texas's face in his hand and gently stroked his cheek. "I'm not mad....okay? Youre not in trouble. Not at all. Okay...?"

Texas nods his head yes, though it was clear that he was unsure.

"I would like to know why ya do this to yerself though.....Ya can tell me why, I won't be mad." Oklahoma gently ran his fingers through Texas's hair

Texas sighs before just getting to the point and he said the first thing that came to mind, "¿De qué sirvo si no trabajo....?" He felt the hand in his hair pause for a second.

It took Oklahoma a moment to translate his boyfriend's words to English. Once he did, his heart broke a little more. "Tex? Do ya really think that yer only purpose in life is to work and serve others...?" The only response he got was a strained shrug and a defeated sigh. Oklahoma sighed himself and just hugged Texas closer. "Please...Texas....You have much more purpose than just being a workhorse and a servant....and you're your own person with your own body and mind. Ya cant overwork yerself and overexert yer body like this. Please promise me you'll try to take more breaks and not work so much.....okay? I love ya so, so much, my star....."

Texas's eyes welled up with more tears and he pressed a soft wet kiss to Oklahoma's lips. Once he pulled away, he stared down at the Sooner State with nothing but pure love. "Te amo, mi corazon...." He rolled his shoulders back a bit and tried to stifle a wince at the pain that shot through his sore torso.

Oklahoma furrowed his brow in concern. "Jesus Christ- Are ya hurt??"

"No. M' just a lil sore....", was Texas's reply.

Oklahoma paused for a moment before speaking up, "Lay down on yer belly and lay yer head on yer arms." Texas was a little confused, but did as he was told.

Oklahoma began to gently massage Texas's back, starting at Texas's shoulder blades and gently digging his thumbs into the area. Texas groaned softly as the knots were tenderly messaged out of his shoulders.

"Where are ya most sore?"

"..lower and middle of my back..."

And so thats where Oklahoma moved his hands. Texas groaned and whimpered slightly as Oklahoma worked his magic. Oklahoma blushed at the sounds that escaped Texas's lips, and even more at the fact that he was the one causing the noises to happen. He leans down towards Texas's neck and planted a gentle kiss on the back of Texas's neck. He chuckles at the shiver that runs through Texas's body.

Oklahoma gently rubs up and down Texas's back once he massaged all the knots out. "Aight I got yer back. Where else are ya sore?"

Texas melted at the feeling on his back. "Y-Ya don't have t-"

"Answer the question, Texas."

".....arms an' hands...."

"Aight."

Texas was flipped over onto his back and Oklahoma gently took his arm and kneaded his thumbs into Texas's bicep. He worked his way down, eventually coming to Texas's hand. He dug his thumbs into the palm of Texas's hand, earning an embarrassing whimper from the Lone Star State. The Sooner State chuckles as a blush spreads across the taller state's face.

Once Oklahoma was done with helping Texas's sore torso, he cuddled him close and they both fell asleep, Texas lightly draped across Oklahoma and Oklahoma with his arms wrapped around Texas.

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Tags: @tigerdrachin @alaskashigh @misery-has-no-company-now (lmao Misery idk if you like TexaHoma, but theres angst soooo-)

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt texas #wttsh texas #wttt oklahoma #wttsh oklahoma

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jesuisici33 · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @forthewolves @monsterrae1 @wildlife4life @carlos-in-glasses @wikiangela @hippolotamus @bonheur-cafe @mammameesh @theotherluciferr @eowon so saw a post about what people wanted to see in s7 and a lot of people said buck breakdown and this appeared in my head? so um yeah. (also all facts are real, do with them what you will)

Buck’s research binges are fairly commonplace. It’s not unusual for him to come to his friends with a new factoid he’s learned or a sudden newfound interest in a topic from a random documentary he’s found on Hulu or Netflix. Telling Chimney that ladybugs are named after the Virgin Mary when he’s trying to harvest some while trying to get some good luck on his side after Ravi says the Q word again? That gets him a roll of his eyes and a “Thanks, Buck.” Telling Bobby while cooking that “Avocados are actually berries, did you know that?” is just another little thing for Bobby to chuckle at as he teaches Buck a new recipe. Hearing Buck state that “In Texas it’s illegal to own more than six dildos.” while helping out a couple in a sexcapade gone wrong is another groan worthy sentiment from his coworkers.

So after he gets struck by lightning and dies, he does what comes naturally to him. He researches.

The chances of getting struck by lightning are 1 in 15,300. The chances of being struck twice are 1 in 9 million. Roy Sullivan, a park ranger, has reportedly been struck by lightning seven times. The most on record.

Buck doesn’t share any of this with anyone.

Instead, he goes out on walks each time it starts to rain again. Looking up at the sky even though it's only sprinkling and the rain feels like he’s in a nice warm shower instead of the downpour he wants it to be.

tagging @alyxmastershipper @apothecarose @userdisaster @loserdiaz @folk-fae @thewolvesof1998 @911-on-abc @liminalmemories21 @housewifebuck @alrightbuckaroo @your-catfish-friend @thebumblecee @eddiediaztho

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zeemczed-blog · 3 months

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Guys, GUYS.

TEXAS RED WAS INNOCENT

Okay. Okay, follow me.

Was he a killer? Yes. But he clearly wasn't a danger to the people around him. He was living in Agua Fria safely and without the locals (arguably) kicking up much of a fuss. So clearly he was killing men of a Certain Sort. I've seen analysis here that insists he had a thing for killing lawmen who targeted him, but that never hit me right for one reason - they sent the Ranger with the big iron on his hip. A single law man. No backup, no one to make sure that Red wouldn't run. Granted, the old "one riot one ranger" brag might apply, but I think it was something else.

Because if he was killing that many law dogs, even if it was justified, they would claim it wasn't.

So why one ranger?

"He might have kept on living, but-" hold it right there and reread the lyric.

If he'd gone before a judge, Texas Red would have walked. Or very well could have.

The Ranger was packing a customized gun designed for gunfights (the titular "big iron"). They didn't want him coming back. They very specifically wanted him dead in a deniable way.

Texas Red had killed someone with connections. It was the Good Old Boy System that got him.

#fallout new vegas #big iron #the Ranger with the big iron on his hip

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tiktaalic · 11 months

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pride month has me thinking about when i was at lunch with my baby sister on the patio and a flamboyant gay man walked out of the restaurant with his order locked eyes with me and came over and said i just wanted to tell you you're beautiful you are HOT because i know our kind doesn't hear that enough especially these days especially around here. i love you. god bless you. i think about that so much. i lived in a red county with the largest population. and i think about the butch lesbians i worked with. one was married with two kids and wore rangers jerseys every friday one had moved out of rural tennessee to live with her girlfriend. texas gays and dykes and trans ppl are so near and dear to my heart

#etxt

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spidercookie18 · 6 months

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕊𝕋 𝔹𝕆𝕐𝕊 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊

TLB YCRYCH AU: Origins

The boys’ origin stories: how they met, where they were born, how old they are, and who they were before they died.

I am going to leave the years born a little vague, I like to imagine them a bit older than they are in the movies so there’s some discrepancies in the years.

Warnings: Death, mild gore, general violence, substance abuse, talks of suicide, loss of family, loss of children, this is seriously not for the feint of heart. MINORS DNI

David – Born 1840's, Montreal, Canada. His father and mother met while he was abroad in Canada. She got pregnant, and his father promised to return to her but never did. So, it was just her and David while he was a human. He’d watch her work odd jobs to make ends meet, and he tried to help when he could. She raised him not to be a beggar and to work for his meals. She was kind and courteous, and so was he. She got sick when he was still little, and before he was 10, she’d passed. He was the first to find her, and the only thing he can remember about her was she had curly hair. She’d arranged for him to go stay with his aunt and uncle down in the states. He left with his few possessions, and a box his mother told him not to open until he was 13. His aunt and uncle lived near modern day Amarillo, Texas. They were strict, and not nearly as kind as his mother had assured him, they’d be. They had him work as a farm hand; it was tough work. His hands became calloused, his back ached most days, and he resented his father for abandoning him. When David turned 13, he opened the box. It was a drawing of his mother and his father, a death certificate, and a medal. He realized his mother knew he was never coming back, and for a long time he couldn’t understand she did it to spare his feelings. He began to hide his feelings, and to keep his mind off his family, he took up gunslinging. His uncle taught him, and when he realized David had a talent for it, he tried to convince him to become a Texas Ranger.

David became a crazy good gunslinger and misses his time as a cowboy, which is why he still wears boots with spurs. He wanted to try and do right by his mother and father, so he wore the medal under his coat. He kept it with him always and tried to be a good man and help people. Because he was a young man at the time, he was drafted into the Civil War. You can imagine he fought for the union or the confederate, it doesn't matter, wasn't his war and he didn't want to fight. His allegiance was to his comrades and to not dying on the battlefield. David considered marrying just so he wouldn't be drafted, but he ended up on the frontline before he could weasel his way out. The other soldiers in the barracks became his brothers. He struggled being constantly surrounded by the dead and dying, and he felt sick watching the other men around him die, which is why he is so fiercely loyal to protecting his brothers now. David for sure has PTSD, and sometimes he still has nightmares about it, though one, if not all, of the other boys is always nearby and comfort him. He thought of his family during this time, how his father would have gone through the same feelings during war; he always felt like a coward for not wanting to die. During one battle he got shot in the stomach, he was brought to the medical tent and with the doctors being overwhelmed, there was little they could do but ease his pain as he died. Sweating, pale, and weak he saw a tall doctor walk in. On his deathbed is where he met Max, but he was so delirious from opium and morphine that he thought Max was his father. Max read his thoughts, and when David called out to him, calling him ‘father’, Max decided he was the one he’d turn. Max only saved David, over all the other dying men in the tent. The first few years after he was turned, David still tried to help people. He thought he could help his fellow soldiers in the barracks, or people on the streets. Sadly, wherever he tried to help, it was thrown back in his face. He soon saw the worst in people, he saw the horrors that hate could make them do, and he let that break down his spirit. Over the years, David accepted his fate, and they moved around the country as he was raised up a vampire. Max wanted to start a few businesses across the country so they would have plenty of money through the years, and that’s how David came to meet the other boys.

Marko - Born 1880's, Florence, Italy. His family immigrated to America when he was little. He was one of the younger children, and because of this he was allowed to misbehave and be mischievous. He came from a big family, many brothers and sisters and they settled around Boston, Mass. Being from a poor immigrant family he learned how to sew and do patchwork from his mother. How to fix his clothes and make them last. Marko and his Italian family were very involved in the church, and he was an altar boy when he wasn’t out causing problems. He for sure was a menace around the neighborhood and used to fight with upper-class/uppity kids who were racist or xenophobic to him, his family, and his culture. You can imagine him sitting on the kitchen table while his mother pressed frozen meat to his black eye, “sei troppo selvaggio anche per il diavolo” she would scold him, and he would laugh.

He has one of the sadder backstories, fair warning. Marko lost his family to a house fire, most of the block burned down actually and he lost all the people he knew. He was the only one to survive because he was out causing problems at the time. When he came back, he saw the fire and didn't have the strength to drag anyone out. He always blamed himself for their death, maybe if he hadn’t been out, or had he come back sooner he could have saved them, or anyone. Marko was able to find a few things from the rubble and he kept them wherever he went. Marko stopped going to church during this time. He bumbled around the streets and alleyways for some time after this and used to make money in street fights; but he always prayed for death. One cold winter night, David and Max happened upon him. When David first saw Marko, he didn't realize it was a person. He just saw the mismatched patchwork moving around and thought it was rats under newspaper or something like that. He heard Marko’s thoughts, praying to someone in a language he didn’t understand. ‘Mi dispiace mamma, ma fa così freddo. Ti prego, non vedo l'ora di vederti...’ David begged Max to save him and refused to leave his side - he actually threw a huge fit and made a spectacle in the alleyway until Max agreed to help the boy. Fun fact, Marko's jean jacket is actually David's jacket that he wrapped him in the first night they met. if you can call that fun, and can read this between your tears :)

Dwayne - Born 1900's, St. Petersburg, Russia. He was already a young man when Max, David, and Marko strolled into town. He was engaged to his childhood sweetheart, and she had a bun in the oven. Dwayne and his brother were raised by their grandmother. His parents immigrated from Russia to New York, but they got sick and did not survive the travel. Dwayne was the only one in his family that did not get sick, and he took care of his brother until he passed when he was a teen. His grandmother made sure that he remembered his culture, and where he came from. The other families in the town were not kind to Dwayne and his brother and grandmother for this reason. No matter how much they beat him, he still stood tall. There was one person who was kind to them, no matter what. A girl Dwaynes age, she came from a rich family and always told him stories of her grandfather’s travels. She used to call him ‘her Jaguar’, because when he would fight, he would send the other kids to the hospital. When his grandmother passed, his sweetheart was the last family he had. He shared his culture with her, and her family disowned her when they found out she was to be wed to him. Her and Dwayne didn’t care though, even if the whole town was against them being together, they were still gonna do it. Sure, they had to deal with mean comments, snide remarks in store and in town, or once when men tried to corner Dwayne in an alley after work, but they were set on being together. He was head over heels for her, and when she got pregnant, he spent all his money on things for her and for their future baby. She actually would have to scold him for buying her so many things, saying he was too frivolous, but he wanted to spoil her. She always told him he needed to save his money, and he would call it “their money.” She hated that he would never spend money on himself; and when she said she wanted to buy him a new jacket, or boots he would laugh, saying that he wasn’t cold, that he was actually hot. Dwayne was a carpenter, or a masoner, something where he would get to use his strength to work, and work he did. He wanted to make sure life was comfortable for his new family, so he did overtime wherever he could. She was so round, and when the doctor told them they would actually be having twins, Dwayne thought his heart would burst from his chest. One night he was coming home late, as usual, excited to press his ear to her belly and listen to the heartbeats of his unborn children. He returned home to find the door to their home not fully shut. His heart sank when he saw her on the floor, pale skin and covered in blood. A group of men in town had enough of them, they decided a simple message wasn’t enough. They were going to stop them one way or another. Dwayne didn’t care about the broken glass on the floor, or how some of their things were missing. No, they stole from him the one thing he cared about, and he cursed himself for not being there to protect her, to protect his family. He clung to her limp body and wailed into the night. Dwayne knew exactly who’d done it, and they locked him up for trying to confront them. When he got out, he tried to drink himself to death, and stumbling around in the dark of night, he happened upon a tall man with glasses. He was sure the man before him was death, come to drag him to hell. But instead, the man spoke, he asked Dwayne if he wanted revenge on the ones who took his life from him. Drunkenly, stupidly, he said yes. He got his revenge, but Dwayne hated Max for keeping him from death. Sure, his love was avenged, but he would forever be kept from her now. He kept the red flag she wore as a scarf around her hair in his back pocket. Now, whenever he saw a child, he thought of her, and the babies he would never get to hold…

Paul – Born 1930’s, Green Bay, Wisconsin. Paul loved his little sister; he did everything he could to make her feel safe and keep her happy. When she smiled, she looked just like their mother, and he missed her so. Their father was a drunk, to say the least. He was always standoffish, but when their mother died, he really fell off the deep end. His father always took it out on them because they ‘looked so much like her’ especially his sister. Paul did what he could to keep him off her back, and took the brunt of the beatings when their father couldn’t put the bottle down. Paul took to sleeping in her room with the mattress against the door, so he couldn’t get near her. His father would say horrible things to them, and when they cried, he would tell them he wished they’d killed themselves instead of her. Often times, they would go visit with their grandparents, at least that was a place they could get warm food. Paul was embarrassed for people to know what was happening in their home, so, they hid it from people. Paul took jobs where he could, raking leaves, shoveling driveways, and when he was old enough, he took a job at the movie theater to help pay for things for him and his sister. Because of this, he would let his sister sit in the theatre after school so she wouldn’t have to go home. Him and her would often sit in the lobby, behind the concession counter, or in the ticket booth so he could help her with her homework. More often than not, she ended up helping him with his homework. He always promised to take her away from there. He would read her magazines about what California was like, and she joked how he was meant to be a ‘surfboard rider’. When Paul had scraped up enough money for himself, he bought some cheap gear and tried out for hockey. He made the team, and his grandparents and his sister would cheer him on. He was damn good at it too, and it was a great way for him to get his frustrations out. He bought his sister a pair of skates for her 13th birthday, and he took her skating on the frozen lake behind their house. He’d warned her never to go on the ice without him around, but one day when he was late getting home from work she went out on her own. He told her to wait for him in the lobby, but she wanted to go skate. There weren’t any movies playing that she was interested in, so she headed home. She grabbed her skates from home and passed her dad on the way out the door. She told him Paul was out there with her and got on the ice. When Paul got home, his father asked how long he intended to keep his sister skating outside. Paul rushed to the back yard, and clung to the wire fence, the hole in the dead center of the lake let him know…

He left home soon after that. She was the last thing keeping him there, and he couldn’t take his father blaming him for her death. He tried to hitchhike to California, he took her teddy bear with him so that she could go to. They never did manage to get her body out from under the ice, at least not while Paul was there. He got caught in a blizzard in Salt Lake City, Utah around Christmas, and he snuck inside a hotel for warmth. Max had left the boys to their own devices for the night, God knows he’d grown tired of their shenanigans, and Dwayne was doing everything in his power to fuck with him. With the money they’d snagged from people on their ‘tour’ across the states, the boys were in a nice hotel lobby, causing a ruckus. Marko noticed a hand pop up from behind a counter and snatch some food. He went to investigate and found a dirty, grimy looking Paul. Marko opened his mouth to say something, but Paul begged him not to tell anyone. Marko invited him to join them for the night and Paul explained that he was trying to get to California, and why he had the bear. He thanked them when they didn’t laugh and cried when they offered to help him get there. David looked into his soul, he saw the same pain they all held, and decided then and there that he would be their brother.

The boys have been inseparable ever since.

#the lost boys #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #tlb david #tlb marko #tlb #tlb dwayne #tlb paul

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