#bllackbirdx

[darlingiisms-blog]

beau's been hiding in her room the entire night, from the moment she saw ash enter the house with another female. she put her headphones in, blaring some music to drown out the sounds that would be coming from their----- his bedroom. she's had tears in her eyes the entire four hours she laid there silent sobs racking her small form. she hated this, but as much as she tried she couldn't hate him. beau loved him still to this day, and seeing him bring random girls back and fucking them with her in the next room did nothing to help her mental state. so once she finally hears the front door close for the night she's up, heading to the kitchen for the bottle of whiskey she's come to love the past week. it would be gone by morning. 

[darkestdeceptions-blog]

( ✕ | ❝ beckett

lucy: uh hey

lucy: i really hope you haven't deleted my number

[sinsandsmokex-blog]

bllackbirdx

"So--" Isa drawled out slowly, walking towards him with her hands clasped behind her back, strategically keeping them out of his line of sight. "I have a little something for you."

[txkemehigh-blog]

I LITERALLY APPRECIATE TONIANNE SO MUCH OKAY? SHE'S LITERALLY THE FUCKING BEST AND IF YOU HAVE HER IN YOUR LIFE YOU ARE JUST AS LUCKY AS I AM. SHE'S HELPED ME THROUGH SO MUCH AND I'LL BE THERE FOR HER ANY TIME SHE NEEDS ME.  EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE AN ANGEL LIKE HER IN YOUR LIFE I STG

[lxghtsoff]

It had already been two weeks since the day that Azra's life changed forever. At least as 'forever' as she dared to hope. The previous sex worker had learned quickly to forget the past, to not let it control her every waking moment. Sometimes she lapsed and she forgot where she was or she spiraled into anxiety, but generally her new home was good for her. She quickly became accustomed to sleeping in, to wearing real clothes, to actual sincere interpersonal interaction. It took her a while, and she's still learning, but she's better.  The dynamic in the Beckett home was peaceful, once Azra got comfortable. She spent a lot of her time just in Ashton's room, but she ventured out at the prompting of Anne or Ash, or whenever she smelled something delicious. The young girl wasn't used to homemade meals at all, so when they were finally introduced to her she practically cried euphoric tears for her tastebuds. Her body still hadn't acclimated to normal timely meals, but again, she's better than before. As it was, it was her stomach that finally roused the heavy sleeper to an empty bed. Somewhat groggily, Azra grabbed Ashton's too-large sweatpants and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She was only looking for a snack, but was quite pleased to find Ashton and Maia there doing God knows what. With a stifled yawn and a half-awake smile, she knocked on the door jamb to signal her presence. "G'morning," she mumbled.

[txkemehigh-blog]

#( * | holly ;#hes so in love#but is scared to tell her

THAT HURTS MY HEART!!

[lxghtsoff]

bllackbirdx

Ezra was having a masculine day. His hair was slicked back, held in a loose elastic at the nape of his neck. The only effeminate thing about him was the sheer black lingerie he wore as a uniform. He was at work, after all. Lucky for him, it was a slow weekday.

At least it was, until one of his boss's underlings barked into his hallway, summoning all the whores for another lineup. It was uncommon for a non-regular client to come on a weekday. Generally, the newbies flocked on the weekends after a night of boozing. However, Ezra refused to let this kill his mood. He strolled out confidently, this time taking a place in the middle of the lineup.

Arms hooked behind his back, he surveyed the mostly empty room, green eyes skipping over his boss and the barkeeps to the stranger. As his eyes fell upon the tall male, Azra's brows furrowed. They certainly looked familiar, but... it couldn't be. Ashton wouldn't drop into the inn unannounced, not now that he knew Ezra worked there. He'd always made sure to text beforehand, at least, and the two had met only a few days ago. Besides, this man, although looking like Ashton in most aspects, couldn't be him. Not with the way his eyes were glazed over. Not with how detached he looked. Still, Ezra couldn't help the pang of recognition, and his breath hitched at the thought that this stranger in front of him could be his Ashton. Silently, he prayed that he was wrong, that this was just an eerie coincidence, and that this man would not pick him.

[sinsandsmokex-blog]

"This is all incredibly domestic--"