MOVED

" home was a dream,   one that i'd never seen,   til you came along.   cover me up,   and know you're enough,    to use me for good. "

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beckett has MOVED! i’m still settling and shit and i probably won’t have much time to be on until school is over, but love me anyway. you can find me @weightofwar​ for new plots and such. 

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beckett has MOVED! i’m still settling and shit and i probably won’t have much time to be on until school is over, but love me anyway. you can find me @weightofwar​ for new plots and such. 

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beckett has MOVED! i’m still settling and shit and i probably won’t have much time to be on until school is over, but love me anyway. you can find me @weightofwar​ for new plots and such. 

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beckett has MOVED! i’m still settling and shit and i probably won’t have much time to be on until school is over, but love me anyway. you can find me @weightofwar​ for new plots and such. 

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beckett has MOVED! i’m still settling and shit and i probably won’t have much time to be on until school is over, but love me anyway. you can find me @weightofwar​ for new plots and such. 

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                BECKETT ABEL BOYER. est 2014.

                                      lord giveth, but he taketh away. ︱

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& BECK.

          ‘ guess that’s what happens with a shorty like you. ‘  he teases, quick with a wink and a smirk before he pulls himself out of bed for just a moment. he stretches to grab the lighter, lighting up his cigarette before tossing it on the bed somewhere.   ‘ what you up to today, sweetheart? ‘

          ‘ guess so. ’ she really wants to tell him NOT to smoke but instead keeps quiet and scoots a bit further away from him. another shrug before she allows herself to fall backwards to lay down and stare at the ceiling. ‘ been working. lunch break now. and in a few hours i’m gonna continue working. ’

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      he pulls her over to lay on his lap, just so he can have something to keep his hands busy. cigarette’s enough, but he puts it out so he can play with her hair. maybe this is a way of ending his habit.   ‘ mm, you grab somethin to eat? ‘ 

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          “Don’t lock me up.”

And despite such firm little words, there was a desperation hidden amid her plea. ‘Please, please don’t lock me up’ she silently screamed. ‘I’m scared.’

SCARED. An impressive response to be evoked from a girl who’d seen the darkest recesses of the human mind, time and time again, their evil smothering her every time she closed her eyes.

She does this now, hands coming together as those dirty green orbs disappear beneath soft lashes, thick lips pressing together as Evie swallows thickly, drowning her terror just long enough to speak again.

          “Please, I… I didn’t do anything wrong.”

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           please. i didn’t do anything wrong. 

        god, he’s not sure what to believe. it’s nothing but moral judgement; that’s the simple fact of it. either they’re guilty of it or they aren’t. but she’s looking at him, all blonde and innocent, big doe eyes, a voice to match. she’s desperate. 

          it’s obvious she did something stupid and now she’s eating all the consequences. it’s obvious this is the FIRST TIME. 

        he shakes his head and sighs, hiding his face in his hand for a moment. you’re not supposed to show any sign of vulnerability, but there was nothin’ in the book that said just because you’re a cop, don’t mean you can’t have a HEART. 

               ‘ look- it ain’t clear yet whether or not you’ll be locked up. we’re just holdin’ you in for questioning. that’s the best i can do. ‘

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& BECK.

             ‘ naw, it’s fine. ‘   he sits up with a grunt; it feels like he weighs a thousand pounds every time he wakes up. always sore from the day before. ‘   thanks for the coffee, darlin. ‘   he reaches over to take a sip and exhales deeply.   ‘ can you hand me that lighter? ‘   he asks, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from under his sheets somewhere. 

            rubbing her lips together, she brushes back some strands of hair and hooks them behind her ears while she watches him. ‘ no problem. ’ the reply follows as she shrugs. though, she frowns a second later and shakes her head slowly. ‘ no. i can’t. sorry. my arms aren’t long enough. ’

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          ‘ guess that’s what happens with a shorty like you. ‘  he teases, quick with a wink and a smirk before he pulls himself out of bed for just a moment. he stretches to grab the lighter, lighting up his cigarette before tossing it on the bed somewhere.   ‘ what you up to today, sweetheart? ‘

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@jesslynshepard.

               ‘ i need to start lockin’ my door so i ain’t got you bargin’ in here while i’m tryna sleep in. ‘    he’s harmless in spite of his grumpy tone; he hopes she can sense he’s being nothing but playful. it is, however, past noon, though– he should’ve been up hours ago. that he knows. so she’s got reason to be barging around.

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          ‘ or you could just start getting up before noon like everyone else. ’ it had taken her a moment to realize he’s teasing but then she joins right in. walking over to his bed with a smirk on her face, she places the coffee to go on the night stand and sits down on the bed where some room’s still left. ‘ sorry if i woke you up though. ’

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             ‘ naw, it’s fine. ‘   he sits up with a grunt; it feels like he weighs a thousand pounds every time he wakes up. always sore from the day before. ‘   thanks for the coffee, darlin. ‘   he reaches over to take a sip and exhales deeply.   ‘ can you hand me that lighter? ‘   he asks, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from under his sheets somewhere. 

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@jesslynshepard.

               ‘ i need to start lockin’ my door so i ain’t got you bargin’ in here while i’m tryna sleep in. ‘    he’s harmless in spite of his grumpy tone; he hopes she can sense he’s being nothing but playful. it is, however, past noon, though-- he should’ve been up hours ago. that he knows. so she’s got reason to be barging around.

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I have often prayed for you like this: Let me have her.

Leonard Cohen The Energy of Slaves  (via nitrogen)

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love.

    ‘ really? ‘    he sighs, pulling himself out of bed. another word and he’d be eating them, knowing bela.     ‘ alright, miss ruthless. i’m up and at ‘em. ‘

                   ❛ ruthless? beckett, my love, i’ve been awake for nearly twenty-four hours. please deal with this, i feel as though my eyes might fall out of my skull if i keep them open any longer. ❜

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        he looks down at her for a moment, a slightly serious expression on his face, before he softens up with a wolfish grin. maybe he gets on her nerves for a hobby, sometimes.    ‘ i’m just playin. you rest up, i’ll take her downstairs and we’ll play til we sleep. no more botherin’ momma. ‘    he places a tender kiss on her cheek before making his way downstairs. 

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              @resilientbcnes.

           sunlight beams in his eyes and makes an effervescent halo upon the earth. it’s a beautiful day as the town transitions from spring to summer, and evidence roots from the wheat fields and the apples growing on the trees she’d once laughed at when he CLIMBED on. the sound of her laughter still echoes in his ears, a frail reminder in case she stops laughing for the rest of the day with what he wants to tell her. 

             he’s laying on her stomach, spring english novel perched between his calloused fingers, when he looks up at her and says it. there’s not really a PERFECT way to put all the words together, but he figures they’re pristine the way that they are. he breathes in deeply and fixes his eyes on her in his upside-down manner, finally alleviating the dissonance between his head and his heart.

                                                ‘ i love you, autumn belle kimball. ‘

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“you’re the most precious in here.”

                                  pale cheek presses against his palm with a soft sigh of contentment falling from pink lips. her tired eyes gently close, her heart is fluttering like a little hummingbird behind her ribs, breath struggling to return to normal after their particularly kinky rendezvous. she hasn’t even managed to catch her breath before he’s in awe of her again, sweet compliments as he smooths her hair back, kisses her, makes sure she remembers how much he loves her even if he fucks her like he hates her sometimes, not like she’d ever forget the amount of love between them. 

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“i need to be inside of you.”

                                        his words cause her own to die in her throat, offering those she had been chatting with a soft smile as she feels her husband’s breath against her ear, words murmured to her in that southern drawl, like sweet honey & whiskey. teeth snag the inside of her cheek in an attempt to refrain from moaning in such a public presence, ivory tiers sinking into pink flesh while green orbs catch a glimpse of his face, wearing that stupid grin he knows gets to her. attention is focused once again on the acquaintances she had been so professional in speaking with, offering them her most charming smile. ❛ i’m sorry, something has come up, i’m afraid i have to go. immediately. ❜