#muse beth

[onlydevilsleft]

She loves to say it. She’s said it before. “When I fuck someone, and I mean really fuck them...” She pauses, looking up with an almost playful stare, if an icy glare could be playful. “I like to know I’m ruining generations.”

[labyriinths]

@justifiedmuses​​ ♦ Beth & Frank cont. 

Beth stopped in mid reach over, when she heard a gentle knock on the door. With her palms to the mattress, she did her best to sit up, finding an instant ache soaring through her muscles. Why did she keep forgetting she had just gotten surgery? She mentally berated herself as she closed her eyes for a few seconds, before trying to square her shoulders a bit for the mystery visitor. Maybe it would be a nurse to tell her when she was going to be discharged. Uneasiness was taking over her emotions, and she just wanted to make sure her son was okay. 

As the mystery stranger entered, it wasn’t a nurse, but Frank. He managed to survive last night’s brawl as well. Beth wanted to smile, but she was full of questions, and felt drained. Her eyes scanned him over. He still looked like hell, but he was here. He was okay. A part of her wondered if she’d ever see him again. After everything that’s happened, and knowing he was going under another name, last night’s fiasco would absolutely bring red flags. A danger he’d been trying to avoid. They’d only known each other for such a small time. She couldn’t dream of him still sticking around when he had so much to lose. Even if a part of her had wanted it. To see him appear all battered and bruised up, any little part of her that blamed him for the fight was gone. She’d never met anyone like him.

“I’m okay, a little sore. How’s--” Before she could even start to ask about Rex, he put her worries at ease. Beth exhaled a breath she hadn’t notice she’d been holding. “Thank god.”  her gaze fixed at his, concern and warmth filling in them. “I can’t believe you’re here. Have you---seen a doctor yourself?” The way he had fought, and how many people he had taken down-- she knew he had to have hurt himself. Anyone having gone through that would be in a hospital bed or dead. But he wasn’t. 

[onlydevilsleft]

HEADCANON

                         || John

John Dutton loves his daughters more than he loves his sons, regardless of the boys being blood or adopted, officially or unofficially. The reason: he sees so much of his deceased wife in them. He sees her strength and her determination in Beth and Cara, both. He sees her fearlessness and freedom in Cara. He sees her quiet rage in Beth. Both of them the free birds their mother bore into this world. They may never be able to replace their mother in his life as the lover and the partner she was, but they are his pride, the best things he ever did and ever will do. They are why he spends every day he lives, for the rest of his life, proud of his legacy. Not because those girls are his. No. Because they were HERS.

[onlydevilsleft]

@jamesmichaeldutton​ contin. from >here<

Beth was working from home today, shuffling between files and folders, the attention back to the laptop on the sofa table in the gathering room of the big house. “Oh, Jamie…” She smirks, a saccharine sweet and condescending look all at once. “I wouldn’t be myself with you if I trusted you not to run with scissors. It’s too big of an ask and really, it would only maim you for the rest of your miserable rodent life. Oh, wait…” She beams as if the idea suddenly dawning made everything so clear. “We should start over. Ask me to be myself again!”

[onlydevilsleft]

Booty mood.

[labyriinths]

@frankccstle​ 

She’d quit a while ago. Going from several packs a week, to just one pack every two months. Beth didn’t really need it anymore. But there was something about a cigarette. The way it felt between her fingers. The brief moment of taking the puff and releasing it through her breath. It wasn’t the nicotine. But the breathing. It calmed her. Made her focus on the action than whatever else she didn’t want to be thinking about. After she had Rex there’d been a vow to lessen some of her  not so healthy habits. Now, while some existed--there was moderation.

Knowing her kid was at her mother’s and she was going to spend the evening with Frank, she decided to revel in it for a bit. Ironically not because anything had happened, but, just because.  As they stood together looking over the wooden pier, she took a drag out of the cigarette and breathed it out. A smile slickening its way to her lips as she took a glance at Frank. She was quite amused to see him turn up with a secondary date of his own. 

"I was under the impression we’d be alone tonight.” she teased, but not minding in the slightest. She’d always had a soft spot for animals. “--Something tells me he comes with quite the story..”

[labyriinths]

@overlooksouls​​ Midnight Visitor continued- Frank & Beth

THERE WAS SOMETHING UNEXPECTED AND UNIQUE ABOUT BETH THAT HE COULDN’T EXPLAIN. there were certain instant connections and the amount they had talked after sex, and everything proved there was something special between them. it was like knowing her for years rather than a couple hours. there were few people he connected on such an emotional level with he could nme them on one hand, maybe two. when all was said and done with amy and billy and he was left to figure out his life again he ended up back in this town. it had been the first stop to mean something, and despite the wave of problems he found it mattered and it stuck with him.

he couldn’t explain what brought him here and he wasn’t even sure if she would open the door or not. he wasn’t her boyfriend, he was a stranger from the bar. he was a one night stand that had lingered and become a day with her and her son, then another night that hadn’t ended the same unfortunately. she had to have felt it too though, right? the obvious attraction. this idea like maybe he’d known her in some other life despite the fact that he didn’t really believe in that sort of thing. he used to be a church going man with his parents but he lost his faith a long time ago. didn’t see himself regaining it.

frank shifted as his hands buried in his jacket after knocking on the door and waiting, in all honesty he didn’t even know if she was awake or not. she could be out for all he knew. he pressed his lips together looking off behind him as he waited for her to answer or not answer. as the door opened his head turned back and he took a slow step backwards to give her some space as he stood there and gave a faint smile. she looked good honestly. like she was healing good and at least she was home right? way easier to sleep in your own bed. he shifted his jaw and exhaled a bit as he looked to her, “hey…” he spoke honestly as he looked at her and breathed in slowly. “i wasn’t sure you’d want to see me. not really sure if comin’ back was a good idea but uh….well…” he shrugged a bit as he pulled his hand from his pocket and rubbed his finger against his bottom lip slowly. “am i interruptin? i can come back. you know. i just wanted to make sure you were good….”

Beth's eyes softened realizing how they both seemed to be tiptoeing around each other. A particular kind of dance, almost like they were fighting instinct. She'd felt that way the moment she met him. Second-guessing her decisions-- since she was never this open with anyone this quickly. Let alone a stranger. But her instincts felt right. It was refreshing to lead with feelings rather than thoughts. Her soul felt as if she'd met him before. Kindred spirits orbiting each other. Waiting for a moment to collide again. Even after what happened at the bar, their connection seemed to be unparalleled.  

Of course, she wanted to see him again.  But was that even in the cards for them? Beth had hoped it was. Hair hanging loosely before her, she opened the door wider. An intimate but honest smile playing on her lips. "Of course I wanted to see you. Come in." she moved aside so he could enter. She closed the door behind him with a lock, and lead him away from the living room, into the kitchen so they could speak more freely.  “My shoulder’s healing nicely. We were just watching Golden Girls, when he fell asleep.” 

Beth glanced over at him. Rex seemed to be completely knocked out while the next episode of Golden Girls started to air. Beth couldn't help but smile about the turn the evening had just taken. She'd been thankful to finally have a peaceful night at home with her son after being in the hospital for so long. Then Frank arrives, and in a way, it put some of her concerns at ease that he'd made it out okay. Even if he did mention he seemed to be good at that sort of thing. He was quite wily and quick to react.

While Beth had her own go of a rough decade (nowhere near Frank's it would appear) she learned to adapt as well. All the while making sure to not fuck up being a mother. She'd chosen to keep Rex back then. Not once looking back at that decision with regret. He had filled a part of her she'd been neglecting for a long time. Extending a part of herself wasn't easy. But seeing the world through his eyes? Having him listen to the music that breathed life into her soul and seeing him experience it the way she did? Beth would make every fucked up decision that led her to have him. Each and every time. No fame or career could ever match up to that.

Almost like a routine, Beth took two beers out and set them on the counter. Offering him a fresh one, while she moved her shoulders back a little since it was starting to hurt again. Nothing big, just part of the process of healing. "Is it over?" she asked curiously. Feeling as if she already had the answer, but unsure if this was just another goodbye. They seemed to be pretty good at those lately.

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@hepunished​ time jump [x]

Beth was finally back in the comfort of her home. Nothing like five days in the hospital to make you appreciate your humble abode.  Rex had fallen asleep on the couch with her. Poor kid. He’d been trying to stay awake as long as he could, and she loved every bit of it. What she’d done had been risky. Normally it wasn’t like her to do that, at least not now as a parent. Rex already lost one of his parents, she didn’t want him to grow up without her too. But, it’d been the right thing to do. 

Even now, she was still leading by feeling, knowing there were no guarantees. As much of a wreck that night had been at the bar, her instincts had been right. If Frank was really all that bad, he wouldn’t have shown up at the hospital. She hadn’t expected that. By doing so, he’d put himself in more danger of possible exposure. That part had been clear to her, and she hoped she’d see him again after he had to disappear again. There were still so many things they didn't know about each other. But did it any of that really matter? She learned a long time ago you could know a person for years, and they could still disappoint you. As mysterious as Frank was, he always felt sincere. That alone was enough for Beth to gamble with. Trust was a big thing to her. With or without the challenges, that felt like a good running start.

The volume on the tv rose once the commercial break started--she hated when it did that. They’d been watching a late night marathon of Golden Girls. Her guilty pleasure. Leaning over to pick up the beer she’d been drinking, she took a small swig before setting it back down. Beth still had stiches on her shoulder, but it didn’t hurt as much as it did before. There was some weird commercial about dealerships, when she heard a wrap at the door. She checked her watch and noticed it was late, not entirely expecting anyone at this time. Picking up Rex’s head a little so he wouldn’t wake up, she moved a pillow so he was more comfortable. She wrapped the loose sweater she was wearing tighter around her as she went towards the door. Looking through the side of the window, her breath caught. Quietly unlocking the door, she opened it for him. “Frank.” she opened the door wider for him. “Wasn’t sure I’d see you again.”