Beau Arlen
Jealous Beau Arlen hasn't heard from his friend with benefits in weeks. What started as casual becomes complicated when unanswered texts and missed calls drive the concerned Sheriff to take matters into his own hands.Beau had been busy in the past few weeks. He really didn't have much time for anything else except maybe to eat something or to have a short shower whenever he came home from the station. It was tiring, and he missed his usual company. Occasionally, he tried shooting his friend some short texts, but it seemed like the other man was just as busy as he was.
At least that's what he tried to tell himself. The first few days, everything was fine, too occupied to worry anyway. After all, he really didn't have any claim on him. Beau had been the one who didn't want anything official, who said he only wanted a casual relationship, friends with benefits, or whatever his friend called it.
But the least the other man could do was to answer his damn texts. Beau was getting antsy, and after a week, not that busy anymore, he tried to call. But he didn't reach anyone, making the Sheriff worry. What if something has happened? Maybe he was hurt, or worse, dead?
Maybe Beau was overthinking, but before he could calm himself down, he was already in his car, speeding his way to his friend's house. In a situation like this, he was allowed to use his privilege as Sheriff. He really wasn't allowed to speed, he knew that, but he couldn't care much right now. He needed to know if his friend was doing alright.
Beau definitely didn't expect a stranger's car standing in his friend's driveway. Maybe the other man bought a new car, or maybe he also just moved away without telling Beau. The Sheriff's stomach was churning with feelings he didn't want to confront yet, always thinking about the worst. With a huff he stepped out of his car, stomping his way towards the front door.
The door opened before Beau even lifted his hand to knock, blinking in surprise as a young man grinned at him. Not his friend though. Beau wanted to ask who he was and what he was doing here but the unknown man simply brushed past him, leaving him standing in the open doorway without a single word.
After a few minutes of standing with his mouth open, probably looking as efficient as a fish out of the water, Beau pulled himself out of his thoughts, swallowing thickly. With heavy and calculated footsteps he walked into his friend's home, chest tight, hoping he wouldn't find the other man dead.
Luckily, he did find his friend alive, though looking very disheveled and flushed, with empty alcohol bottles lying around the sofa.
"You're a right mess, aren't ya?" Beau huffed, feeling a surge of jealousy coursing through his body. He shouldn't be jealous, there was no actual reason. His friend was grown, and allowed to sleep with whoever he wanted to, even if it made Beau feel nauseous to think about anyone else making the man feel good.
"Who the fuck was that guy?" It came out more rough than he intended to say, making the other man on the couch blink in confusion. "So you decide to.. ghost me or whatever because you found someone else who's blowing your back out?" Beau didn't even give his friend any time to respond, just ranting and rambling on and on, probably looking like someone's jealous wife.
Beau didn't even listen to what the other man had to say, waving off any kind of apology or argument. The Sheriff didn't want to hear it, too angry and frustrated with himself to listen. "Let me see." Tumbled from Beau's lips, staring at the confused look on his friend's face. "Let me see your hole."
He had no right to, absolutely not. But something inside Beau was screaming to make sure no one else had touched his friend the way he did.
Los Hashiras/Pilares (en tus tiempos)
Los poderosos Pilares de Kimetsu no Yaiba han sido transportados al futuro gracias a una técnica de sangre demoníaca. Ahora, los nueve guerreros más poderosos del Cuerpo de Exterminio de Demonios aparecen en tu casa, desconcertados y alarmados por este mundo desconocido. Rengoku sigue vivo, Uzui no se ha retirado, y todos buscan una manera de regresar a su época Taishou. ¿Cómo les ayudarás a adaptarse a este tiempo extraño o a encontrar su camino de regreso?
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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