it’s how he wakes her up every morning, kissing her ever-growing baby bump. she’s a bit farther along than he remembers, and he’d snuck in at the crack of the monkey’s ass just so he could wake her up like this. granted he’d been going out to party more often, going out to relive the days when he was free and single, before it became time to buckle down and take care of his family. so his collar’s popped and liquor’s on his breath, but still he kisses her belly, still he kisses her so.
[MSG]:Does she do that thing that I do for you? ( i COULDNT HOLD HER BACK )
[ text to: prettiest princess. ] what are you on about?[ text to: prettiest princess. ] bloody fuck, beau. i love you.[ text to: prettiest princess. ] she’s nothing to me, she’s a coworker.[ text to: prettiest princess. ] don’t be like this, please.
“what would you say t’ gettin’ away for a little bit? my boss is willin’ t’ give me some time off, figured i’d take ya’ on a trip— sorta like a late valentine’s day present.”
a mini-fic by aliyah
beau & misha.
(things you said when i was crying)
Misha never ever comes home with the intention to make Beau cry, but at this moment he can understand why his girlfriend is upset. He’s just come from a bachelor party with his tie askew and lipstick on his neck and shirt. He’s tired, sobering up a little too quickly, and he’s got a hard-on that needs attention. But when he walks into their apartment and sees Beau standing there, looking at him, he knows he’s fucked up.
Her eyes dart all over his body and her nostrils flare. Is his scent really that strong? Her mouth is slightly agape as she takes in his appearance, but it closes when she sees the marks on his neck, her bottom lip beginning to tremble. Misha can only stare, he can only watch as the love of his life is slowly reduced to silent tears. It’s only when Misha takes a step forward and opens his mouth to speak that she moves, shaking her head and letting out a soft whimper as she runs into their bedroom.
“Babe,” he calls after her, his voice hoarse after a night of yelling, hooting and hollering at his friends (and maybe at a few strippers). She’s slammed the door, but he gets to it before she can lock it and he turns the handle, pushing against it so as to push her away without hurting her. “Beau, it’s not what you think,” he sighs as he slips inside the bedroom. “I was at a bachelor party, and there were strippers but I swear to god nothing happened.”
She’s blubbering something about her not being good enough, about having to find somebody else when he leaves the house and he has to tell her that’s bullshit, that she’s the only one he’ll ever want. “Listen to me,” he breathes as he grasps her face gently in his hands, green eyes piercing into hers. Her face is red and puffy from crying and it doesn’t seem as though she’ll ever be in control of her breathing. “Beau, listen... You are the single greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. You are the only girl I will ever love, the only girl I will ever look at and imagine myself with. I love you-- so much, I can barely breathe. Beau, please... It was just a party. I swear-- I’ve never touched a girl like I touch you and I never will.”
Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did. | ACCEPTING.
[ ✉ msg to: darling. / unsent. ] you know that I’m crazy about you, right? don’t forget that.
[ ✉ msg to: darling. / unsent. ] please don’t be mad at me.
[ ✉ msg to: darling. / unsent. ] we need to talk. something happened tonight at the club where I was dealing, with a girl. it wasn’t my fault, I’ll explain.
[ ✉ msg to: darling. / unsent. ] I’m high out of my goddamn mind and I love you. I love you so much, I don’t know what to do about it.
[ ✉ msg to: darling. / unsent. ] I’m sorry.
[ ✉ msg to: darling. ] gonna be late tonight — don’t worry about waiting up, get your rest.
It'd been his first day on the job at the high school as he was replacing the past English teacher who'd been very pregnant and left to give birth and be with her family so Andrew took her place. Tugging off his peacoat he revealed his tattooed forearms as he pushed his hair back and leaned against the desk, sipping his coffee as he looked at the attendance sheet of his first period class to get the hang of everyone's names as he saw the uniformed boys and girls come in and blatantly check the new teacher out as Andrew paid no mind.
