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[bklynmusicnerd]

Oops Jared kind of throwing Cory (and his game) under the bus to Felicia and Meme (and Matt*). I thought Cory was solid enough with him that he could use him as some kind of cover against Cirie until he decided to strike. But uh, yeah, he might want to stop throwing comps sooner rather than later.

[whats-her-quirk]

Okie we talked about overstimming Jean, but who's a sucker for overstimming their partner?

Miche loves you fucked dumb on his cock, just scratching at him for anything he’ll give you.

Levi wants you drooling.

Marco thinks you’re cute when you can’t do anything but whine and clench for him but you still don’t wanna stop.

[purgatorychxsm-a]

GAME OVER for... bea. or mikan. either of them.

It was rare for Bea to go on her roadtrips alone, but with Mae sick, and the deadline for her time off coming up swiftly, the croc had very little choice in the matter. She texted her friend an apology, then headed off into the sunrise to see new lands, see new places. She had it entirely mapped out, but... She didn’t really want to do any of the stuff she’d planned alone.

Unfortunately tickets and hotels were all already paid for, so Bea was left no choice but to carry on as per her usual, trying her best to have some amount of fun. Dying malls, an aquarium... All of it too dull when she had no one to enjoy it with. Everything felt so terribly lonely. She sent a picture of the aquarium to Mae, with another message telling her to get well.

Heading back to her motel late that night, Bea found herself incredibly drowsy. She watched the road disappear before her, and the last thing she remembered before it happened was the sound of a distant rumble- likely the edge of the road trying to warn her of an impending accident. Without a second driver to take over in her exhaustion, Bea was forced to push her limits... and it resulted in the worst possible outcome.

She was awoken suddenly by a loud, metallic crushing sound, and before she knew it, shards of glass sprayed around her, the roof of her old verhicle caving in and striking her on one of her spikes. she felt herself lift from the chair, only to be thrown back down again by the force of gravity. Each roll the car took, her head would hit the top as it caved ever downward above her. She felt the spinning, but could do nothing about it. There was an attempt to grab the wheel, but even that was in vain, and the blast of the airbag sent her arm flying back with a sickening crack.

With no one on the old back roads that late at night, it wouldn’t be until morning that the wreck was discovered. By then, Bea had lost far too much blood, and the rescue effort was very diffricult.

Know your limits. Don’t drive tired.

bonus:

[to MAEDAY: 7:15PM] This is kinda sucky alone. Think I’m just gonna go back to the hotel and binge whatever the TV’s got [from MAEDAY: 8:18PM] OMIGOSH I’m sorry I was sleeping and missed your text OTL drive careful Beabea [from MAEDAY: 9:23PM] YOU BETTER TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET THERE >:( [to MAEDAY: 10:10PM] This is farther than I thought, god why did I pick this hotel [to MAEDAY: 1:30AM] Stopping for gas. Thank god it’s only an hour away. [from MAEDAY {not received} 2:10PM] WTF you didn’t text me when you got there, NOT COOL [from MAEDAY: {not received} 3:45PM] WHERE ARE YOU I WANT MORE PICTURES OF THE AQUARIUM [from MAEDAY: {not received} 6:45PM] Beabea?

[fe-husband-heaven]

Not a request, just a comment: in your friend with benefits post with Sylvain you had a part that mentioned “possible angst? Felix’s secret crush messing around with his best friend” and GOD that would be so such a good idea for a fic or even just a headcanon post. I love everything you write in general though! Please keep it up! 😄

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👀👀👀 Ahaha, lucky for anon, I didn't have time to finish any of my actual asks because of school and babysitting haha

but I did get to quickly give this hc list before being pulled away~ (++I totally adore angsty scenarios like this-)

Based on this post: Sylvain Friends With Benefits HC's (But he's falling in love with you-)

HC's:

Felix knew something was up rather quickly. He'd always been keen on shifts in a persons character, and it was very apparent in your sparring when you put more weight on one foot than the other.

When he questioned you on it, you simply said you were trying to accustom yourself to different conditions when fighting. Who knows, you might injure one ankle on the battlefield and have to fight with only one good foot!

It was clear you didn't want to reveal anything to him and it frustrated him greatly. Unbeknownst to you, he'd long developed feelings. Countless times at each others sides in battle, sparring sessions where neither was willing to surrender, and nights spent together sharpening weapons allowed for unexpected emotions to arise.

He allowed you closer than he normally would have and some stupid part of him began to think your connection was special, different than anybody else's. It wasn't long before he realized someone else had you in ways he didn't.

It was nighttime and he shouldn't have been up, but he was, and after working up a sweat to stave off restlessness, he headed towards his room.

But to reach his room, he had to pass Sylvain's. Nearing his doorway, Felix heard the creaking and shaking of bed springs. Rolling his eyes, Felix huffed, no doubt Sylvain had gotten someone under the covers, that man really is insatiable....

As he was passing the doorway, Felix moved to cover his ears to prevent hearing such raunchy sounds coming from the red heads room but before he managed to muffle any noise, he heard a voice he knew.

"Ah...Sylvain, don't leave marks there...they won't believe..ngh..the mosquito excuse in winter..."

Saying time stopped for Felix is cliche, but it sure as hell felt like it did. He'd only made it halfway past when he'd heard your voice, that voice that he'd grown accustomed to hearing whine when he'd interrupt one of your naps in favor of a duel.

Felix's footsteps halted and against his body turned towards your voice. It was just a small crack in the door but it was enough to confirm what it sounded like. He couldn't see Sylvain, but he could see you.

You were pressed against the bed, clutching at the mattress covers with your eyes shut, breathing heavily, cheeks tinted red from exertion. From what little could be seen, he could still tell your body was being rocked back and forth from behind, it didn't take a genius to figure out the rest.

He stepped back out of a misplaced sense of betrayal, and a cold sweat began to form on his forehead. Another moan from you jolted him back to his senses and he turned, walking quickly to his room, hating the way his body reacted to your voice.

He felt like a fool. A complete and utter fool. He knew he had no right to feel as though he was deceived, you didn't belong to him, and he didn't belong to you. What his best friend did with his time was none of his business, but his heart didn't care and it was pulsing with jealousy and a momentary loss for something that he didn't have to begin with.

He couldn't sleep that night. Anytime he closed his eyes he'd hear your voice again, this time begging for him to be the one to grab a hold of your hips and-

Ugh. How pathetic. He didn't need distractions like this. He'd known all along that anything having to do with romance was merely a waste of time, he knew that, he'd always known that. That night had ended with a cold shower and the constant tossing and turning till morning broke.

After that, Felix almost wanted to stab himself seeing the amount of signs that you and Sylvain had anything but a normal relationship, in plain sight. Sylvain's lingering gazes, his offers to do anything for you that would require extensive walking, the turning down of propositions from women??

Even you were acting different, the sudden preference for high collared shirts, the newly found interest in the same poetry and art that Sylvain had, and even your growing proficiency in magic was telling.

..And..He himself was acting different, it wasn't his place to be bitter but his mouth had no filter. Every so often, his usual tongue lashings would have more of a bite than they normally did. The confused looks the both of you gave him, wondering if you'd done anything to upset him, only made him feel worse

When the war hit, he knew your affair hadn't stopped, but he had bigger things to worry about then. He'd grown a lot, matured emotionally, forming an even closer friendship with the both of you, despite knowing of your relationship.

Despite his unforgiving feelings for you. He became a rock for you and Sylvain, on and off the battlefield. A trio who could wreck havoc, as Ingrid put it anyway. A twisted part of him hoped Sylvain's philandering side would make its reappearance, cementing that the two of you were only in it for the primal urges.

But, those hopes were dashed when Sylvain announced his engagement to you shortly after the war ended.

[wiltedthrone-a]

                                        𝒲𝐼𝐿𝒯𝐸𝒟𝒯𝐻𝑅𝒪𝒩𝐸

                               ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛꜱ                        ɪɴᴅ. ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ-ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ. ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ.

                                                     ♕ ʙʏ ᴊᴏ. ♡

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