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     Being on this field with him made her feel all sorts of nostalgic – the good kind of nostalgic that felt like a comforting blanket. She obliged and laid back on his jacket, the sight of distant stars peppered the sky. Caught up in the moment, she hardly realized he was examining her swollen hand, his touch gentle enough to not cause any pain. She moved her body to face him before looking at her hand herself. “Oh, this old thing? It’s fine,” she shrugged it off playfully. “It’s seen worse, anyways.”

     Beckett sighs. Even if he insists, he knows she won’t give in to anything immediate. Even when they were younger and she’d fall and scrape herself while they were roughhousing, she wouldn’t wanna stop. He thinks maybe it’s out of some fear that if there was even a break in playing together that they wouldn’t play the same way again. Ruining the moment, kinda. So he leans forward, presses his lips against her knuckles, and lets her get away with it this time. "Alright, but when we get back, we’re puttin’ some ice on that.” He chuckles. 

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Sons of Anarchy (2008) | S01E02 ‘Seeds’

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NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN, I’LL CRAWL HOME TO HER. independent original character written by ana. established 2015. selective, but friendly. multiverse, multiship. 21+. please read about & guidelines before interacting. always up for plotting. 

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     It wasn’t the first and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Her knuckles tingled with pain, but the adrenaline made for a good temporary pain killer in the moment. It was strange how her irritation came in flames so quickly and could always be solved with a well-deserved punch to the face. She laughed with Beckett and followed him onto that old field. “He fuckin’ deserved it,” she replied simply before sitting down in the soft grass with him. Looking down at her hand, she began to wonder just how she hadn’t broken it yet. “Well, there better not be a next time if Bobby knows what’s good for him.” She snickered and looked down at him. “Do you think they’ll ever allow me back in Tempo’s?”

     He takes off his jacket, folding it up longways into a makeshift pillow wide enough for both of them. He pats it before he lays down, one arm folding behind his head and the other laying on his stomach. Feels like a kid again. “I think so,” he says, chuckling. “I think it’s Bobby they won’t never let back in.” There’s a soft beat of silence before he notices the way she glances at her hand. His brows furrow and he sits up a little bit, reaching out for her hand and examining it with both of his, like it’s a rare and precious gemstone he’d just dug up. The redness of her knuckles stick out against her pale complexion. He brushes over them with one of his finger tips. “We gotta get you some ice for this.”

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     “Oh, c’mon. Don’t be a stranger.”

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     @waveofstars -- “I can’t believe you fuckin’ socked that guy,” Beckett says, breathless, stumbling onto the grass. The old football field-- that’s where they end up after hauling ass from Tempo’s Pub just a couple blocks away, which would now be known as the place where poor Bobby got a black eye from ‘some little dyke slut.’ He lands backwards and sits up by his elbows, pressing against the cold, somewhat damp grass. Probably from the groundskeeper, he thinks, who always kept a good job maintaining the grass-- if it was the same guy from when he last played. He grins up at Chey and shakes his head. “You know I was about to,” he reminds her, “but then I saw steam comin’ outta yer ears and I thought I might just step outta this one.” He lays on his side, on one elbow only now, and angles his leg up. He pats off some grass, then looks up at her again. “Don’t worry. Next time I catch ‘im, I’ll make sure to give ‘im another one to match.” Winks. 

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          STARTER CALL. 

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NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN, I’LL CRAWL HOME TO HER. independent original character written by ana. established 2015. selective, but friendly. multiverse, multiship. 21+. please read about & guidelines before interacting. always up for plotting. 

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     “hey -- nice car.” 

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     he doesn’t mean it when his eyes follow the waitress as she walks around and takes people’s orders. it’s not in some perverted way either -- it’s just that he notices the way this one table of redneck thugs talks to her, and it doesn’t sit right in his stomach. when she finds her way to his table, he clears his throat and looks up at her. “listen, ma’am. it probably ain’t in my place, but...” he lowers his voice. “those boys givin’ you trouble?” 

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     “yeah, yeah, city boy. you talk big game. but you ever gone muddin’ before?”

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     it’s the slick, sweaty humid february heat that gets him the most, but he greets autumn with a kiss on the lips when he sees her laying out on a folding chair in the front yard one weekday morning and he’s sure that he’s gone. “so, it took me a while,” he says, gloved hand reaching up to wipe perspiration from his forehead, “but i finally got you this.” a small, red velvet box -- so damn cliche -- a few days late for valentine’s day. it’s the thought that counts, or so he hopes, for an ever-deserving full-time princess like miss kimball.

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send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.

If the generator is being lame, just choose something that works for the muses.

aggressive/angry kiss

all over kiss

back kiss

cheek kiss

firm kiss

shy kiss

first kiss

forehead kiss

french kiss

gentle kiss

scar kiss

hand kiss

jawline kiss

last kiss

neck kiss

rain kiss

friendly kiss

chaste kiss

stomach kiss

underwater kiss

upside down kiss

spin the bottle kiss

an eskimo kiss

butterfly kisses ( eyelash kiss )

a kiss pressed to each fingertip

a kiss on the hairline

a kiss to the temples

a kiss to the corner of the mouth

a kiss to bruised skin

a kiss on the knuckles

Hot, Steamy kiss

Forced Kiss

Nose Kiss

Gentle Peck

Romantic Kiss

Eyelid Kiss

Collarbone Kiss

Chest/Breast Kiss

Kiss Along the Hips

Navel Kiss

Goofy Kiss

Forceful Kiss

Reunion Kiss

Then there’s tongue

Bear Hug

Sleepy hug

Cuddle hug

Unreciprocated hug

“Far too long since we’ve seen each other” hug

From behind hug

“Something scared me” hug

The Lift hug

One armed hug

The Leg hug

Friendly hug

The emotional hug

Failed hug

Run and Jump hug

Romantic hug

Side hug

Comforting hug

Family hug

Hug around waist

Clinging hug

‘’Don’t let go’’ hug

‘’I thought I’d never see you again” hug

Warm hug

Awkward hug

Cold hug

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Drive (2011) dir. Nicolas Winding Refn