#weightofwar

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It was late and Belle couldn’t really sleep, not with the sounds coming from the basement. She knew she wasn’t supposed to come around at fights often, not at nights, as there were still a few men that wanted something from her father or her. After a few turns and sighs in bed, Belle pulled herself in some sweatpants and a tank-top while she moved downstairs to the fight club. “--Who do you think you are?” Belle started as she noticed Beck still training there at that hour as she had no idea who he was. “The fights are done, the club is closed. You should come back tomorrow morning.”

[ghoulishundertakings]

@weightofwar (X)

“Now don’t go and grouse at me, Beckett Abel Boyer.”

Beckett always means well, she never doubts that, but he’s quick on the draw. Still strung tight as a bowstring in some situations and he likes to jump before there’s even a problem.

“Eyeing is not an attack,” she counters, sliding an arm into his, leaning on him. “You can’t go and beat up on everyone that looks at me sideways, you know? It’s bad for your health.”

[realistisms]

@weightofwar // contd.

      “goddamnit, beck, if i wanted safe, i wouldn’t be with you. you don’t just get to make this decision without me!”

[hekvvte]

✧ * @weightofwar      gets a     christmas starter * ✧

         she’d been careful not to wake him, kept him up later last night so he’d be up later in the morning. she’d barely slept, that was no matter, because she’d done what she wanted to. more presents now lay under the tree, the giant one he’d brought home. the entire living room was covered in lights, the kitchen counter covered with food. they’d need it. the decorations or food she’d made weren’t the big surprise, she just had an army to feed, or more specifically a unit. beck didn’t know they were coming, but she prayed it’d be a good surprise. she crawled back onto the bed, small arms slipping around his frame, lips brushing over his cheek to wake him.

[muserne-a]

               SHE GLANCES UP FROM THE COOKBOOK LAID OUT ON THE COUNTER WHEN THE FRONT DOOR OPENS. it’s too early for thomas, and autumn just left with the dogs for a walk, so she watches the kitchen entrance carefully until someone appears. when she recognizes her daughter’s boyfriend she lights up, smiling pleasantly as she stands on her tiptoes to grab a bowl from the top shelf. 

               ❛ hi beck, autumn just left but she’ll be back in about twenty minutes. ❜                                                    @weightofwar┊liked​

[oregonmoon-blog]

@weightofwar 

      A savory taste of red wine coated her lips and her tongue as she sat alone. The room was full of life and music that created an undeniably intoxicating atmosphere – in the best possible way, mind you. And all though that room was full of familiar faces she could never forget, her eyes were locked on him.

      It’s like the boy had a damn glow around him as he smiled cheekily and rather warmly to some elderly ladies who were so keen with him. Although the sight was more than adorable, she found herself feeling irrationally irritated at him. How is it that he was so effortlessly… perfect? Maybe that was a rather broad word to describe him, but dammit, she felt like he was. To look at him with hearts in her eyes would simply be a waste of her time – she didn’t stand a chance, didn’t belong to even be around someone like him. So, she was irritated. And maybe that was irrational, but grumbling into her wine was about the only thing that has made any damn sense lately.

[pesteringjester]

@weightofwar

the call she made was vague and panicky--a fake voice, exaggerated hysteria, hardly any details aside from the location of the ‘crime’ and a sense of urgency. intentional, of course. just like it was intentional that harley called when she knew beckett was on duty. 

( after all, this isn’t going to work quite as well if someone else shows up. )

while she waits, harley sets up the table; it’s a rickety fold-out thing, but cover it with a checkered tablecloth, and it does the trick. add some candles, a plate of spaghetti--well, thai takeout, but it’s still noodles, so it works--and the scene is starting to look just like lady and the tramp. alleyway and all.

which is maybe a little too romantic, now that she thinks about it, but it’s too late to change course now. harley’s committed to the joke, and she’s going to see it through. after all, this is about playing a prank, not about any feelings she may have doesn’t have for him. 

she hears him approaching before she sees him, and harley turns, giving him a victorious little grin from behind the table. 

“ ya’know, i always did like a guy in uniform. ”

[givenmercy]

a laugh, no, a squeal, & she pulls back from him only to be pulled back into his arms. it doesn’t occur to her that they need to keep quiet, all she knows is that she hasn’t felt this free since all of it started. she’s drenched in rain, eyes blurred, & she brings her hands up to cover her face to turn, facing him. she stuffs her face in his chest & moves her arms to snake around his waist beneath his coat.  /  @weightofwar