#bea for short

[nihilismtrcit]

vamp toddler vs. her first winter

[prissypixie]

Isadora Top & Bea Shorts by With Jéan 𐙚:*･ﾟﾟ･

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[slimey-wallz]

Attempting to be humorous while I'm sick is hard

Unless this made you smile or laugh or something-

Then YAY!!! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!🎉🙏

[justplainwhump]

Re-Ac

The aftermath of Bea's capture.

[Pet Safety Masterlist]

Content / warning: BBU setting, double agent caretaker, (short) recapture, very vaguely implied noncon, nightmares, guilt issues, hint at body dysphoria.

"Why did you tell her to do that?" Adrian pulled down the scarf covering his face and swiveled to face Marta. "Why? They'll hurt her. They'll - shit, Marta, you know what they'll do. Do you really think they'll give her back? They're fucking Re-ac, if the bounty on a runaway isn't high enough they'll just -"

"It's on you," Marta cut him off icily. "Why did you do that? Why did you even talk to the kid? Why did you need to go and care for him for fuck's sake? What if someone saw you? What if Bea hadn't been there?" She raised a finger to his chest and pushed him back. "You risked everything we have. You jeopardized your cover, our connection, our entire fucking operation."

"That's not -"

"I like Bea, Adrian. I do. I don't want to lose her. But if it's her or you, if it's one escaped pet or an asset deep in WRU management, making that call is ridiculously easy. And it's a call you should've made in the first place. Not between her and you, but that pet and you."

Adrian shook his head. "What the fuck? What kind of a person are you, Marta? You're in this to save pets. Bea is-"

"A hero. She is. And I will pray for her safe return. But she did the sane thing, Adri. She saved you. Your cover. You're not just one random pet lib guy any longer. Not just my baby brother. You're more. You're hope for dozens, you're hope to topple this fucking system. You're a spy, Adri." She pulled his phone from his back pocket and shoved it against his chest. "Fucking act like one. Call it in."

"What?"

"Your pet ran away, remember? You gotta be looking for her. Be convincing, and she might stand a chance."

---

When he finally fell asleep that night, Adrian dreamt of Eric. 

He tried to reach him, tell him he was sorry, tell him he missed him, but his voice was gone. Eric cocked his head, in the way all WRU pets did, polite and inviting, and not understanding anything at all.

When Adrian tried to reach out, his hand ran through thin air, Eric dissolving right under his grasp. "You're late," Eric's voice lingered, softly shifting into another. "You're late, Adrian Delgado."

He woke up covered in sweat, entangled in Bea's bedsheets.

It was 4:30.

He got up anyway, splashed cold water on his face and took the bike to work through the still hot night air. 

There was no report of her at the office.

Not when he arrived, not when he refreshed his mail, not after the next ten refreshes, not five minutes later.

He started to work eventually, a restless tremble to his hands. Sorting through reports, pictures, descriptions. 

He skipped lunch. It didn't stop his boss from standing in his door without knocking. "Hear you're having trouble with your bonus pet?"

"She ran." Adrian covered his face with a hand. "'Having trouble' is one way to put it. She's been perfect before."

"I offered you an upper on her conditioning."

"You offered me an upper on her bedroom specifics, Kelly." He sighed. "I can assure you, that wasn't the issue."

"Huh. Well. You look like shit."

"Well, I spent half the night looking for her. It's not like she was cheap."

She looked him down with a frown, before she pursed her lips and nodded. "Yeah. I'll place a call to Re-Ac. See if they can priorize the search."

Search. He had to keep himself from laughing out at the term. He'd seen the re-ac van speed off, with Bea in it. There was no search going on anywhere. The only thing going on was - no. No. He wouldn't let his mind wander down that path. 

Instead, he forced a pained smile on his lips and nodded to her.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

---

The call came in the late evening. Adrian hadn't left the office building, kept himself busy with all sorts of case documentation and paperwork, until the letters and words on the screen had started dancing in front of his eyes. 

"PSI Delgado? You're lucky. Your pet was picked up by a re-ac team." The voice was cheerful.

Adrian didn't think there was any reason to be. Should he feel relieved? Probably. Re-Ac's reputation wasn't for nothing. They were brutal. Not every pet they picked up made it into their records. And not every pet that made it into the records came back the same. 

Twenty-six hours since he'd seen the van speed off. A lot could happen in twenty-six hours.

"PSI Delgado? Are you still there?"

"Yes," he hurried to say. "Yes, I'm here. Where… where is she? Where can I get her?"

—

He couldn't even remember the drive to the WRU facility some miles into the outskirts of town, far from the pretty, polished office building where he and most of administration were based. The facility was plain, hostile and maze-like, with low ceilings and white tiles. And even in the night heat still radiating from the desert around them, it was freezing inside. 

Bea wasn't wearing anything more than a plain white tee and black shorts anyway. There was a white bandage fixed over her eye, instead of the black eyepatch she'd had before. She was kneeling on the white tiles of a training room, hands open on her knees, back straight, gaze forward. Perfect position two, if not for the tiny shiver of her shoulders in the cold. Then again, it wasn't like WRU didn't want them to shiver.

Adrian caught himself, before he could rest his hands on the control room's mirrored glass in front of him. She couldn't even see him. 

"What did you do to her?"

The handler sprawled on the desk in the room pushed a button, and the glass turned opaque. "I gotta ask you some questions, before I can let her go. Make sure her attitude doesn't become a liability for the company."

Liability. Marta's voice echoed in his head. You can't let her become a liability, Adri.

He felt his fingernails dig into his palms in his pockets, and carefully unclenched his fists. Fuck. If anyone here was becoming a liability, he wagered, it was himself.

He decided to ignore the handler's words, just as the other man had Adrian's question. Still, he turned around to face him. 

"Where are her clothes?" Adrian's voice came out pressed. He didn't care.

"Burned." The handler shrugged. "She was picked up in man's clothes, must've gotten them on the streets somewhere."

"She didn't," Adrian replied flatly.

"She didn't?" The handler paused and flipped the tablet in his hands for Adrian to see. A photo. Bea, in front of a white wall, a huge bruise on the side of her face, her eyepatch loose, yet her gaze boring straight into the camera. 

Proud, Adrian thought, biting back sudden bile rising in his throat. Bea looked proud. 

"That?" The handler asked, gesturing at the photo her baggy work pants, the oversized band shirt. The clothes barely covered the fresh bruises blooming on her skin. 

Adrian shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling his fingers curl into fists again.

The handler tossed a plastic bag on the table, a ripped black piece of garment in it. 

"She was wearing a fucking binder underneath." He huffed. "You want to tell me that's the clothes you yourself put your Romantic in? Wow, Delgado, you've really got some issues, don't you?"

"Careful," Adrian said sharply. "Don't forget that I outrank you, handler. What I do with my Romantic is none of your business."

"Unless your property runs away and behaves like a little bitch." He smirked. "Then it is my business, and I must say, PSI Delgado, your little whore has no respect in her at all. How long has she been gone? She must've been in bad company."

"She's been gone for less than a day, actually." Adrian lifted his chin. There was no choice but to counter the implications head-on. "Her attitude is not on me though. It's all in her files. She's had trouble adjusting. Refurb messed with her conditioning."

"Interesting, though," the handler murmured, looking up at Adrian with a condescending smirk. "Given that you certainly both have the training and the tools at hand to work with pets that have an attitude."

"I'll work with her." Adrian's jaw clenched. "Now. I don't have all day. Can I take her?"

"I recommend handing her in for retraining." The man folded his arms and leaned back. "Next time we pick her up on the streets, we'll have to book her for obedience training anyway, you know that. Company policy."

"She won't run again."

"Not anytime soon, indeed," the handler confirmed smugly. "Her ankle is broken."

"You broke her ankle?" Adrian's gaze flew back to the opaque window.

"Not personally."

"Fuck you."

"Careful yourself, Delgado. You seem to forget what she is." He paused, eyes squinted. "Or do you forget, what you are?"

Adrian's teeth clenched. Internally, he started counting his breaths. "Sorry," he said at four, giving a disgruntled smile. "It's been a stressful time. It's different, being an owner instead of a handler. I hadn't expected her to run."

"Huh."

"Thank you." The words tasted like ash in his mouth. "For getting her back."

"For disciplining her?"

Adrian knew the tone. The question. The intent behind it. The man was a handler. Getting people to thank him for horrendous things was his profession. 

Adrian was losing this battle, big time. He had to let it happen. There was more at stake than his integrity.

"Yeah." Adrian's hands curled into fists, fingernails digging deep into his palms. "Thank you for that, too, Handler." He smiled, sharp as a knife's edge. "But I dare you to speak to me like to a trainee again. Keep that for your actual job. After all, might always be your name is drawn for a safety inspection. And PS is thorough."

"Yeah." He mirrored Adrian's tone, cold and cautious. "Of course."

"Now. Do I get my property back?"

"Of course, PSI Delgado." The handler got up and gestured towards the door. "Be my guest."

Adrian kept his steps measured as he walked out toward the training cell, knowing the handler was right behind him. 

He lifted his keycard to the reader, waiting for the little beep to acknowledge it worked. It should. PS was supposed to have access to all low and medium security areas in any facility. 

The door slid open with a hydraulic hiss. Bea pressed her forehead against the floor. Respect position. "Master," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse. Why, he wondered, and then banned the thought. They'd deal with everything, once they were back home. 

From up close, he could see the fresh bruises taking shape on her tanned skin. There was an elastic bandage around her ankle. It looked professionally taken care of, at least.

He didn't think he could handle talking to her. He addressed the other man, instead. "What do you think I'm going to do with a lame pet, Handler? Get her a crutch or two. I'm certainly not going to carry her."

He wanted to. Close his arms around her, lift her up, kiss her, carry her out of this place, to safety, to the end of the world.

But he wouldn't.

She'd just risked her life - her entire existence - to keep his cover. He'd had the much easier part in this. And yet he'd jeopardized it a dozen times in this conversation alone. 

He'd treat her like trash. He owed it to her. What a cruel fucking mess.

"Forgive me, Master."

"Shut up," he said roughly. "We'll deal with your misbehavior at home. Make sure this never happens again. And get up."

A crutch was tossed to the ground next to her, and with its help, Bea struggled to get to her feet. Her usual elegance was tainted with pain and exhaustion.

The handler clicked his tongue in disapproval, thumb hovering over the little controller in his hand.

"Give me that," Adrian said. "I'll take it."

"I thought PS said, shock collars on pets are illegal outside of WRU facilities."

"We do make exceptions." Adrian turned to him and reached out. The handler dropped the controller into his palm, and Adrian smiled. "In important cases."

By his side, he heard the crutch clatter to the ground, a muffled yelp from Bea. "Sir." She was on the ground again in respect position, shivering violently. Adrian stared at the controller. Had he accidentally-? No, it couldn't-

"Well, well." A deep voice mused behind him, cowboy boots clicking on the tiles. "I guess I wasn't important enough for Inspector Delgado then."

"Mr Donnell," the handler said, his face suddenly pale. "I'm sorry, haven't you been notified? That alarm we've send you must've been based on deprecated data. It wasn't one of your current ones. We-"

"It's alright," Jack Donnell said with a wide smile that didn't even try to reach his eyes. "I believe fate has brought me to the right place anyway."

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[thebarroomortheboy]

THE DOVER BOYS AT PIMENTO UNIVERSITY OR THE RIVALS OF ROQUEFORT HALL (1942) | dir. Chuck Jones

[bumblingbabooshka]

From Patreon, May: Wardrobe Malfunction [Patreon | Commissions]

[catgirltop]

latex is fun to draw

[dreaming-of-lu]

continuation to this ask

Part 1 here

Part 2 of 3 (Warriors, Twilight, Four)

Warriors

Washing the clothes in cold water is not practically ideal for your hands, but since their clothing consists of wool and linen, it's something you would have to do anyway. The ever-steadily growing stack of clothes hung over the line, drying underneath the high sun. There was no strong breeze or lingering air of a battle, just calm, quiet enough to hear the birds chirp their cheerful songs.

Shrieking laughter of Wind off in the distance alongside Four and Wild cursing after the young boy. A slight shuffle of boots caught your hearing; without looking up from your task while placing another pair of trousers on the line, you called out.

"Can I help you, captain?"

"I figure I would come and help you with your chore," He huffs.

"Bored already?" You chuckled.

"Somewhat," his fingers brushed against your hand before reeling back.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Warriors stared at your hands as if they offended his existence. You snickered as you waggled your fingers at him,

"It's due to the lack of iron in me," you explained.

"Iron? Why would there be iron in you?" The look on Warrior's face morphed into worry, looking up and down to see the issue that plagued you.

"Oh, yeah, that's right," you grimaced as his eyes rapidly flickered while grabbing your hand and twisting it upside to see if there was any blemish on your skin. Your face burned, feeling all warm inside at the sight of the worried look on his face.

"I'm okay," you shyly giggled, "I guess I'm going to have to explain to you about basic biology.”

Twilight

Winter had arrived on the doorstep of Ordon Village when your group came through the portal, unfortunately, meaning your hands, nose, and feet were victims to the icy winds and steadily rising snow. Warriors were kind enough to lend you his scarf for the day, though the royal blue fabric wasn't enough to keep your nose warm.

The gloves Wild gave you did much but not enough to keep the winter's icy fingers clutching at your own out. With a strong shudder and a slight chatter of your teeth racking your body from the chilly wind, Twilight came out from behind the stall, a visible frown upon his lips.

"Yer shiverin' like a kitten, darlin'," Twilight cups your cheek with his hand, watching you melt into the warmth of it and sigh happily.

"Winter doesn't help when I have this condition," you mumbled.

Twilight sucked in a breath through his teeth, "I'm sorry, darlin'; ya know you can go right back inside the house if ya want."

"Nah, just your warmth is enough for me," you snickered.

"Is that all I'm for?" He teased; he took both your hands into his own, cupping them tightly before breathing his warm breath on them. He looks up with a teasing grin as he presses a kiss against the back of your hand.

"No," you breathed, "not at all."

Four

When you said you were feeling cold, you weren't expecting the colors to dogpile on you. Green was on your left, humming under his breath as he kept your hand in his, gently patting it and rubbing the hand occasionally. Violet on your right, holding the other between him and close to his heart, lifting it to brush his lips against the knuckles.

Red lay on top of you, knocked out cold to the world, rising with every breath you took and deflating when you let them escape. Blue had placed thick wool socks onto your freezing feet before massaging them with a mutter leaving him every once in a while.

"Well, this certainly was a surprise," you slurred, feeling slumber grasping at the edge of your mind and beckoning for your eyes to shut.

Green chuckled softly,

"You did say you were cold."

"That I did," you mumbled.

"Go to sleep, dear; the group won't need us til probably later." Violet hummed, running a hand against your head, and off to sleep you went.

[desires-of-chain]

can i request make up sex with wild 🥺 like he did something stupid that pissed you off and now hes making it up to you? thank you in advance 💖

Say less now 😏 GN! Reader (No specifics) Content: Make-up sex, Sub Wild, Dom Reader, Angst MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED.

The recent stunt he pulled today was enough to anger you. You were sure with the move that he did, it would be the end of him, and you would have to say your goodbyes to him quickly. You love him, you really do, but there's so much you could take without wanting to tear your hair out and scream in frustrated worry to his face. It may be seen as childish by others though in your own eyes, it was a way for you to calm down without the threat of blowing up on Wild.

You ignored every conversation he tried to have with you, the affection he placed upon your skin in hopes you'll yield, but you stood stubbornly before it all. Even if it sent pangs of hurt to your heart when seeing the downward smile on his lips and the hint of distress on his features. Seeing him continuously looking over his shoulder in hopes you'll smile, only to be met with a glare of frustration. You know he means well, but your heart put the walls up again, keeping him locked out until you felt ready to explain.

Your mind was in a battle with itself, the yelling back and forth between the mediator and the head-front aggression. There was no middle ground they could agree on, just endless bickering.

"You're staring awfully hard into that bowl there; what's on your mind?" A short huff left your lips.

"What do you want, Link?"

"Ooh," he sucks in a breath through his teeth, "what did cub do now?"

"You know what he did," sending a short flat look towards him before picking up a spoonful of roast and aggressively chewing it.

"True," He shrugs, "however, I wanna hear it from you; I never seen you this mad before."

"Well, congratulations, you have now," you wanted nothing to do with this conversation. There was no point in adding more water to an already overflowing pot. Twilight nudged his elbow against yours, gesturing his head to the side,

"He's upset."

With a quick glance, Wild sat before the pot with slumped shoulders, slowly stirring the spoon in the pot around with glazed eyes. A deep inhale through the nose was the only response; you slammed the bowl harshly onto the tree stump. The noise gathering eyes onto your form,

"Wild," you jerked your head to the side, gesturing him to follow. Not even look back to see if he did; everything flew by you like a blur until coming to an abrupt halt.

The world almost sounded as if water had been placed within your ears, muffling the forest around you and replacing it with the drumming of your heart.

"Nmmh, fuck, it's reaching so deep," your head flung back to release a gasp, ignoring the loud whimper that escaped his lips from under you. The noises echoing outward would surely bring someone's attention to witness the sight of you slamming your hips down on the champion's cock. Feral grunts and groans through clenched teeth, globs of cum dripping down your ass and onto the clothes, staining them dark.

Fingers dug deep into the skin, thrusts becoming more frantic, vicious and erratic.

"Sh-Shit!! I'm about to c-cum!" Wild wailed. 

Quickly pulling yourself off, you grabbed his cock, tugging rapidly before sliding your mouth over the head. A loud keen escaped him as his hips jolted wildly, and spurts of cum made their way down your throat, greedily drinking it as if it was ambrosia.

"If you thought you were done," you panted, hand stroking his cock; licking the underside, "you got a whole thing coming. You promised to make it up, so be a good boy for me and do just that."

[vhdanon]

"This is why we don't fight..." Poppy muttered as she applied ointment on the purple bruises that occupied Bea's stomach. Her movement gets a little rough out of frustration and Bea hisses in pain. Poppy looks back up at Bea apologetically.

"Yeah? You should've seen the other guy." Bea smiles at Poppy, but it looks more like an awkward, painful grimace. Poppy rolls her eyes, biting back a smile.

"What were you thinking? He was clearly taunting you, and you gave right into it!" Poppy scolded Bea, sending her a glare that makes the taller girl shiver in fear and straighten right up. Poppy's hand finds the back of Bea's neck and gently strokes the baby hairs.

"He was being disrespectful...to you. To us." Bea looked away, heat rushing to her ears as she felt a wave of embarrassment rush over her. Poppy could only sigh and pull Bea's head to her chest.

"I know, and I appreciate you defending us, but I don't like seeing you hurt. Seeing the blood trickle down your face really scared me." Poppy caressed Bea's face, careful not to touch the cut on her nose. "It's hot to see you angry until you look like a kicked puppy when we get to my room."

Poppy gets in Bea's lap and wraps her arms around the injuried hockey player. She rests her head on Bea's shoulder and leans in to give Bea a kiss on the neck. Bea smiles and looks down to see Poppy giving her a tender look through her eyelashes. They both lean in, and Bea deepens the kiss before the smaller girl pulls away.

[summ3rhead]

https://twitter.com/terrornothorror/status/1679874959953330177?s=46

Just had to post it bcos I’ve been wailing about this for almost 24 hours….

[moondrifterr]

simera and his 4 terrible bea clones

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

Who is this Hozier you speak of?

I only see Alex Ryan being a cutie patootie!!!

(consider this me sending you love and good vibes 💛)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I LAUGHED!!!! he actually has such an adorable face i honestly think we do not appreciate him enough

like in the earlier live sessions for self titled on youtube i could barely focus on andy’s singing due to alex’s VIOLENT case of baby face

anyway here’s some more alex (ft. the hozier i speak of):

thank you tonee this cheered me up

[ruinedcarpet3]

Bea Priestley

[quillkiller]

i want you all to know that every het ship i have the girl is always always taller than the guy