#bea’s 1k

[caribaheine]

i just hit 1k so here’s a little follow forever/mutual appreciation! thank you so much to all my lovely followers and mutuals, i can’t believe it!! i’ve tried to include as many people as i can think of but so sorry if i’ve missed anyone ♡

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[shaapes]

[gregorovitch-adler]

Translation: Junior, I have told you several times that Lily prefers to be single, remember?

Lily is the new aroace icon. That's all.

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@metaldamage ! #Avatrice #WarriorNun #SaveWarriorNun

[smokestarrules]

this scene just makes me so insane, the way Michael is Right There and neither of them pay him any attention at all until he speaks up, the way they’re so attuned to each other. 

Beatrice having just gotten her back, holding onto her with both hands. 

[beas-whump-blog]

@chrumblr-whumblr day 3! The prompt is "carrying".

Fandom: Epic (2013)

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Ronin flew through the boggan base at speeds that would have impressed even Nod. Every so often he came across a boggan or two that spotted him quick enough to try and fight, but they posed no challenge. Or maybe they did. He was so focused on his mission, it was all a blur.

He hated Wrathwood.

He was heading for the lowest level of the enemy's stronghold, knowing that's where he'd find what he was looking for. It was a trap, he was certain, and he was walking right into it. He had to. Mandrake had gone too far this time.

Ronin finally jumped off his shimmering mount as he reached the lowermost level, not waiting for the bird to land before leaping to the ground.

“Nod,” he hissed, making his way down the long tunnel, peering into cells made of metal and rotting tree roots. “Nod, where are you?”

He was in such a hurry he almost missed the slight gleam of green armor in one corner of a cell, and a person-shaped lump in the other. He pulled out an arrow and used it to saw away at the weakest root he could find.

Crude, but effective.

He shoved the two pieces of root out of his way and rushed to the back of the cell, kneeling before a familiar figure.

“Nod,” he whispered, rolling him gently onto his back. “Nod, wake up. We have to go.”

The boy groaned softly, not opening his eyes.

“…Dad?” he mumbled, and Ronin almost smiled, brushing the boy's matted hair out of his eyes and wincing at the blue and purple bruises that marred his face.

“Not quite. Come on, we need to get out of here.”

Nod’s eyes cracked open, seemingly struggling to focus on the man before him.

“…Ronin? What are you doing here?”

“Saving your sorry self, what does it look like?”

Nod shook his head as he gained some clarity.

“No, you don't get it. You can't be here, Ronin, it's a trap. Mandrake doesn't care about me, he wants you!”

Ronin just looked at him.

“Are you done?”

“Ronin, I'm serious! You have to believe me, you-” he stopped as he understood Ronin's unfazed expression. “You knew.”

“I didn't earn the rank of Commander by being an idiot, Nod.”

“No, just by being cozy with the queen,” he retorted. “But then… why are you here?”

“See, that's why you quit the leafmen. You have no concept of anybody caring for anyone other than themselves. Well guess what kid, I lost your father in this hellhole and I'm not about to lose you.”

Nod was silent for a moment, then grinned slightly.

“Man, I knew you were getting old, but seriously? Ronin, what happened? You're getting emotional! I think it may be time you considered retirement.”

“You’re just asking to be left behind, aren't you?”

“Alright, sorry! Touchy subject, I see.”

Ronin shook his head.

“If you weren't as injured as you are, I'd smack you all the way to Moonhaven.”

“And if you weren't as old and weak as you are, I might actually bother to try and stop you.”

“Can you walk?” Ronin asked, electing to ignore that last comment.

“Hm? Yeah, yeah, I can walk. Just gimme a sec.” He tried to sit up and winced with a shout of pain.

“Oh, you can walk, can you?” Ronin couldn't resist asking.

Nod glared.

“I'll manage.”

“And waste time getting out of here? I don't think so.”

Ronin slid his arms under Nod’s back and knees and got to his feet, stumbling slightly.

“Hey, careful!” Nod exclaimed painfully. “I can do it, put me down!”

“No time,” Ronin said curtly, carrying him out. “What have you been eating, pebbles?” he asked when Nod turned out to be much heavier than he'd expected.

“You're hilarious, old man,” Nod said through gritted teeth, trying not to cry out in pain.

Ronin placed the boy on the back of his hummingbird, and he slumped forward as he climbed on behind him.

“Y’know… I didn't think you were coming,” Nod admitted as they took off.

“We're leafmen, Nod, we look out for each other. Not that you ever took that lesson to heart.”

“You don't get to use that anyway. I quit, remember?”

Ronin nodded.

“Fine, then how about you and me? We look out for each other.”

Nod was quiet, then nodded.

“I think I can work with that.”

[two-person-job]

alexis you have me writing essays and I couldn't be happier to do so

[letters-from-an-introvert]

-I'm gonna blow your mind right now. Wanna know how?- The pretty girl was asking something. Beatrice should answer, she knew that, but Ava was looking at her so intensely that Beatrice couldn't keep her gaze. Instead, she turned to see the wall that was still too white. Beatrice couldn't have expected what came next 'cause the cute girl in front of her was kissing her cheek. 

[daisychainsandbowties]

sometimes i’m like wow why am i such a slow writer and then i spent two hours writing about chocolate production in star wars for one (1) stupid gay detail in this fic and i’m like ooooh right that’s why 🫠

[masivechaos]

the same deep water as you - send me this -> i'll make a moodboard based on how i view you! (moots only)

:)))) ik we aren’t SUPER close buttt i feel like ive alr put myself out there enough already 😭😭

*ೃ༄ dal's moodboard!

-> cats. oversized jumpers. plants. earth tones. candles. converses. the scent of books. stars. painting and drawing. guitars.

[caribaheine]

congrats bea on your 1k ! ! ! 🌸 <3

hi simone, tysm!! i love your blog and mobile theme, especially your header, it’s so pretty!

[shaapes]

there’s no reception in possum springs

[forlovvers]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ten thirty six

pair: fling!sunghoon x gn!reader | genre: fluff ? angst ? | warning(s): kissing | wc: 600 | synopsis: in which you accidentally fall for your fling.

lynne’s notez🗒️: he’s a ten but he’s a man😞 for @jlheon ’s 1k event !! this was so hard to write idk why >< but hopefully i did bea and this event justice

“no strings attached,” that was the agreement when you first met sunghoon. but you find yourself in his room, your shirts in his drawers, your shampoo in his hair, your hands in his. flings are such a weird thing, especially when you know it’s not permanent. you know eventually he’ll leave your dreams and escape to the world stage where he wants to be. 

“you okay?” sunghoon stands in front of you, with dripping wet hair and a towel around his neck. his words are slightly disoriented due to the toothbrush held in his mouth. “you spaced out for a couple minutes.” his expression forms into concern as he steps closer to you. you can smell the faint scent of his cologne and your strawberry conditioner mixing together. 

“stop using my conditioner, i keep having to buy more.” you say, ignoring his previous comment and standing up to reach up and place your arms around his neck. 

“but it smells like you,” he smiles softly, leaning down to press a kiss onto your lips, only to leave toothpaste residue on your lips. 

“hoon!” you back up, wiping it off with the back of your hand. sunghoon lets out a laugh as he disappears back into the bathroom. 

you hear the sink start running again and sunghoon spitting out the last of the toothpaste. “we’re going out to eat tomorrow at that new thai place. wanna come with us?” sunghoon reappears from the bathroom and leans against the doorframe, studying your expression. he watches as you lift the sheets and vanish under them. 

“i don’t know, i always feel like i’m intruding or something.” you say, sitting up to get a better look at him. you always loved him like this—barefaced, messy hair and yours for the night. 

“you’re not. my friends like you, you know?” sunghoon slides into bed next to you, his head resting on your shoulder. “maybe even too much. just need you all to myself.” he turns to place frenzied kisses on your lips then your cheeks, and trailing down to your neck. you let out a giggle when his breath feels ticklish on your neck, and you can feel him smile against your skin. 

you find it scary how easy it is to fall into routine with sunghoon. how scary it is to be so accustomed to waking up next to him and having him on your arm, and being with him.  

“angel?” the nickname still makes your heart soar. “are you okay? you seem worried about something.” there’s more concern evident in his tone.

“i just—” you hesitate to continue and when you do, sunghoon’s hand finds yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. “isn’t your tour coming up soon?”

his brows crease in confusion. “yeah it is. is something wrong with that?”

“i just don’t know if we should continue this if you’re gonna be away for so long.” when the words finally leave your lips, you can feel his gaze heavily lingering on you. 

“oh. i guess that is a problem.” sunghoon gulps unsurely and his grip on your hand loosens. it’s silent for a couple seconds before he speaks again. “maybe we should sleep on it, and talk again in the morning?”

your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod in agreement. he wraps his arms around you and brings you under the covers, making sure you get plenty of blanket. once the lights are off, he presses a small kiss to your forehead. “let’s just enjoy this for now.” 

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@metaldamage 💋 #Avatrice

[everyonewooeverywhere]

NSFW BLOG | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

summary: sometimes mingi can't help but feed into your jealous side. it's his favorite thing about you, after all.

pairing: toxic situationship/friendship!mingi x gn!reader

genre: angst | non-idol au

rating: 18+

word count: 1k

content warnings: toxic jealousy, alcohol consumption (no one really gets drunk tho), pet names (princess)

notes: for @desirehorizon 🤭

Why were you wearing that skirt? And those fishnets? Why couldn’t he take his eyes off you while you talked with a friend in his kitchen? Why couldn’t he just enjoy his night? 

The girl beside him was drunkenly chatting away in his ear. Something about how her Chemistry Concepts professor had been skipping out on lectures because his wife had been cheating on him, or something. Mingi didn’t care. He’d never seen her before, couldn’t even remember her name, but he kept his arm around her, lazily rubbing circles on her arm with his middle finger.

He was hoping that maybe he could get your attention by cuddling up close with some random girl, but it seemed that you were in your own little world anyway. He had one more idea, though.

Turning to the girl under his arm, “Baby?”

She looked up at him, “Hm?”

“Can you grab me another beer from the kitchen? They’re in that cooler.” He gestured toward the cooler that you just so happened to be standing in front of.

“Uh, okay.” Easy. 

She lifted herself off the couch, kissing him on the cheek before whispering a small “I’ll be back” and heading to the kitchen. Mingi felt a little bad sending her into the lion’s den like that, but something about the way he knew you’d react made his head spin.

“Um, excuse me…” She muttered, trying to get into the cooler that you were blocking with your legs.

You glanced down at her and raised an eyebrow, “Need something?” 

“Yeah, I needed a beer. From the cooler.”

You just blinked at her, not moving an inch. “Bea, right?”

“Hm? Yeah..? Can I…just grab a beer from the cooler?”

“Who invited you?”

“What?” She looked up at you with wide eyes. You just kept staring her down, not repeating the question. “I–um…Jongho and I have Statistics together. He asked if I wanted to come by this weekend. Said it was an open invite.”

“Right. So where is Jongho? Why aren’t you hanging out with him?” Her face turned bright red, “And Stats? That’s like a freshman class. Are you a freshman?”

“Yeah.” 

You laughed. Loud. And you looked down to see poor Bea on the verge of tears. You kicked the cooler open and grabbed a beer. You got real close to her and slid the can into her hand and leaned in as close as you could to her ear, “Do yourself a favor and play with boys in your own league? Mingi doesn’t give a shit about you, baby, so I suggest you run along before you really get hurt, okay?”

She whipped her head back and you saw the mortified look in her eyes. You could tell she felt embarrassed and like she never should’ve come to this party anyway, but that was the goal, wasn’t it?

You watched as she clutched the can in her and made a beeline for the door. Your friend next to you chuckled, “That was kinda brutal, don’t you think?” You shrugged and took a sip of your drink. 

Glancing over at Mingi, you saw that he was still just talking with everyone around him, “I’ll be back.” You muttered to your friend. 

He just chuckled, “Sure you will.”

You walked around the back of the couch, resting your hands on Mingi’s shoulders. He tilted his head back against your stomach and looked up at you. “What was that all about?” He gestured to the door.

“I don’t know. Told her that you’re probably too old for her, and she bolted.” 

He hummed, letting you massage his shoulders and dig into his sore spots with your thumbs, “Still didn’t get my beer, though.”

“You’ll live.” Your snarkiness made him chuckle.

He shivered as you started to let your hands travel, and your nails scraped his scalp. He kept talking with his friends though. And maybe you were more of an attention whore than you realized because every second that ticked by made you more and more irritable.

You had to step it up. Not that you were opposed, though. Because nothing measured up to the look he gave you when you slid up next to him. Keeping your hands all over him.

And it started fine. Nothing but some tipsy touches on his neck and chest. He loved the feeling of you absent-mindedly playing with him. And it was clear that the girl from earlier had brought out the jealous beast in you.

But when you started fidgeting with the waistband of his jeans, playfully circling the silver button with your pointer finger. And fuck when you start kissing his jaw and neck. He’s stopped talking completely. 

Just focused on the way your hands unzip his jeans and your lips leave the signature of your burgundy lipstick all over your neck. His mind goes blank. Blissfully unaware of the few people still residing in the living room. 

You, on the other hand, are hyper aware of their presence. And their discomfort. And you notice that when you make the move of sliding a finger over the waistband of his boxers, the room starts to clear out. 

“Oh no, we killed the party,” you whisper with your lips pressed to his ear.

Mingi finally looks up and sees that what’s left of the party, only a handful of his friends, have migrated away from them and to the kitchen, “Fuck them, princess.” And he pulls you into his lap. 

“Minnie…” you wrap your arms around his neck, “Fuck me. Please.” And you roll your hips, brushing over his nearly exposed crotch. 

His hands cupped your ass, fingers trailing the small bit of your panties that poked out from your little skirt. “God, you’re insatiable.” He groaned.

You ran your thumb across his bottom lip, “I’m perfectly satiable, Minnie. You just have to give me what I want.”

“And what do you want, Princess?” He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, trying to maintain his composure. 

“You.”

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[just-some-random-blogger]

Hii!

I just came across your empress work with kylo ren and i absolutely loved it.

But i was wondering...

Could you maybe write something like that but with kylo marring a jedi reader to restore balance and peace to the galaxy?

Say That Again

"-- say it," Kylo mutters. His voice becomes shaky, "I want to hear you say it."

Kylo Ren x Jedi!Reader | 1k+ | cw: gender neutra!reader, implied kidnapping, violence/mentions of injury, lovers to enemies, pining, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: this req is remix of this anon's and @copiasratsstuff request where basically YN refers to Kylo with his first name and it makes him snap. also T_T i had to send myself this anon ask because i accidentally posted this WITHOUT ANYTHING on the post LMAO. i hope you enjoy it my loves <3 <3 <3 tbh I think this turned out better than what I had in mind slayyyyed

My heart pounds as I run down the halls. My hands were tingling and moistened with agitation. I huff when I catch sight of the space craft.

I swipe an arm and, using my Force, a pair of stormtroopers crash to the side, clearing my passage.

The footsteps thundering towards me grows louder when I get to the ship and pry the door open with my Force. Just as I'm about to get into the vehicle, a scorching blow hits my leg, then my shoulder. A loud cry leaves my lips before I can even think.

Similarly, I hear painful screaming from afar. "Didn't I say to hold your fire?!"

My panic heightens at the echo of that voice. Through the excruciating pain, I tell myself to push forward. This was it, after all, this was the opening to the freedom I was waiting for.

But the next thing I knew, a dark Force overcame me, and I didn't have enough strength to break free of it.

I thud into the arms of my captor, and whine in pain. I clench my jaw and slowly lift my eyes, glaring at him.

My expression is vaguely reflected on the Supreme Leader's black mask. He sighs before speaking, "you reap what you sow."

I growl and hiss, "and soon will you."

He carries me in his arms, all the way back to my prison cell. He sets me down on his bed l, and as he takes off his helmet, I fling him back with Force, making him lose his balance.

The man doesn't topple though. What only happens is his dark hair falls onto his face. He tilts his head, "childish."

I scoff, "I'm glad you're self-aware."

The Sith Lord says nothing in response. He walks off, props his helmet on his cabinet, and opens a drawer. He walks over to me with bandages and ointment.

I raise a brow as he sits on my side, "you're not going to heal me?"

"The pain will be good for you," he replies, grabbing my injured leg with little regard.

I whine and shift to lessen my discomfort. He begins to lather ointment on my laser gash.

As he does this in silence, and as I behold his profile, his nose, his lips, his lashes, I see flashes of the past from his face. I see a memory of when we were younger, both still under the guidance of our master, Luke. I see his sweet smile, hear his soft laugh, feel his tender kiss... my Ben.

Of course, we were young fools in love. Deep down, we knew we could never be; attachments were dangerous. And yet he promised me himself and I promised him myself, and somehow he believes that was the same as us being married.

That was why he captured me. That was why he was binding my wounds. That was why he was unwilling to let me go. According to him, I was the balance the galaxy craved, I was the balance he long yearned for.

"We are married," he says, a-matter-of-factly.

My face sours, "get out of my head."

"Even if you did, even if you managed to run," he turns to me, one hand gripping my knee, "you think I would just let you go?"

We stare at each other for a while.

"After all I've done to have you?" he narrows his eyes.

"You wouldn't be able to find me," I lean in as I retort.

He leans closer, "and yet you would eventually surrender because your heart is weak."

I whine when he pulls the bandage around me tighter than necessary.

"Your soft heart would not bear the destruction I'd exact on the stars to find you," he ties the bandage and turns back to me. He scoffs under his breath, "you and your empathy."

The last of what remained of Ben Solo stared at me. Perhaps I was the only one delusional enough to see it. He was barely there in face, and in soul, I fear he may be lost forever.

I turn away.

He releases my leg and grabs my arm, "take your top off."

I decide not to put up a fight, there was no point. I take my burnt top off so he could wrap the injury on my shoulder blade.

He moves me so my back is turned to him. He stares at my wound for a prolonged moment. I am tempted to look back at him when I realize he felt pity for me.

"You shouldn't have run."

I don't look back, "you shouldn't have chased after-" I hiss when he applies ointment on my burn.

"You shouldn't have run," he repeats, harder this time.

"Kylo, please-"

"What?"

I look over my shoulder.

"What did you just call me?"

His expression is that of shock and excitement. I quickly correct myself, "Ben. Your name is B-"

"That's not my name," he raises a finger, "that's not what you said-"

"That's what I mea-"

"Say that again, say it," Kylo mutters. His voice becomes shaky, "I want to hear you say it."

I clench my jaw and shake my head. "Your name is Ben Solo."

He releases a deep breath.

I grab his cheeks. It was the first time I had ever willingly touched him, and so tenderly at that, "that is your name. That is who you--"

"Ben is dead," Kylo grabs my wrists, yanking me away from him.

My heart races when I feel the hot air from his lungs.

"I am all that's left," he whispers, brows furrowing. His voice is shaky again, "Ben was weak. He could not even speak his love for you out loud," he shakes his head, "not me. I would make sure the whole galaxy knows my love for you."

I gasp when he grabs my face and kisses me. I immediately shove him away, and when I do, this man with wide, glassy eyes stares back at me.

For once, his face evokes something more than anger out of me. I see his desperation and it pinches my heart.

"Ben-"

"That's not my name," he blurts, snapping out of his trance and jumping to his feet. His moment of vulnerability was over. Staring down at me now was no one else besides the Supreme Leader of the First Order. He wipes his face and blankness falls on his features.

I mean to call his name out again but he speaks before I can.

"I will have a medic attend to your wounds," he says flatly, "don't think to flee while I'm gone."

I watch him walk out of the door.