#already i love the levins

[mrsaltieri-real]

His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter One: One Door Closes

Okay SO!!! I have been working on making this a series for such a long time and after a lot of trial and error it’s FINALLY in the works and the first chapter is DONE. It’s a lot shorter than the ones to come but it’s a good starting point I think!

Depending on how long you’ve been here you may no I did a one-shot for this fic a long ass time ago called Darling Dahlia. Well, I’ve changed the name but this is it! The first chapter! I wanna give a huge massive thank you to @bisexual-horror-fan for not only editing and beta reading the first chapter but for giving me the motivation to finally bring Dahlia to life after so many months of me getting so annoyed and frustrated at my lack of progress. THANK YOU DUDE!

Word count: Almost 1.5k

Warnings: The whole fic will be rated explicit, language, teasing, trauma, mentions of the Woodsbro murders, death (yes already but don’t worry!) Mickey being a complete ass, Dahlia being an ass right back to him

Dahlia’s face claim is below!

Here we go! Chapter One!

You know them times where it seems like absolutely everything goes wrong all at once? You fail a test, forget to defrost the fucking chicken or your cousin decides to go on a murder spree all within the same day?

All three of these things happened to me. It’s easy to guess which hit hardest.

I can still see Stu’s hesitant eyes looking down at me as his accomplice and best friend Billy brought his blade down to my stomach, plunging it deep inside of me. I didn’t cry, I didn’t scream. I accepted the pain, I welcomed the darkness and just waited for it to be over. I see both of their faces every time I close my eyes, in every single dream I’ve had. Billy’s expression of pure undiluted concentration and Stu’s sad and torn blue eyes dragging themselves away from me as the knife imbedded into my torso.

The only things I know that happened after are what Sidney and Randy told me. Sid had managed to single-handedly kill them both, putting an end to the series of grisly murders they had committed and calling the police. I remember waking up in the hospital, parents sobbing at my bedside, telling me that I had in fact been legally dead for three minutes. I remember Stu’s parents visiting and my mom screaming at her brother to “Get the fuck out!”.

I remember Sid and Randy telling me that Billy and Stu had killed Tatum.

But despite all of it, I felt nothing. It was like after Billy stabbed me and I’d died, the part of me actually being able to feel things went along with it. In a way it was good. It meant the betrayal of my own flesh and blood didn’t hurt me as much as it hurt the rest of my family, my parents completely cut themselves off from my aunt and uncle after everything, not wanting to associate themselves with the Macher name. It was obvious this was for the sake of appearances and of course, their image. We were a well off family, not because my parents worked hard but because Stu and I’s grandparents were ridiculously wealthy and left just about everything to our respective parents.

But none of that mattered when I stepped foot in Windsor College. When I met him.

Everything changed in an instant. Leaving Woodsbro behind with two of my best friends and finally finding someone I could bear my soul too I was a whole new person. I got feeling back, I could feel again. It was the perfect time for all of us to reinvent ourselves and be happy again, new life, new friends, new boyfriends.

It was like the moment I laid eyes on Mickey something inside of me snapped back into place and began to heal me. It took a long time, a painfully long time for me to want to accept the fact that I wanted him. Part of me wishes I’d given into it sooner, soaked up every last part of the version of him I’d known at the time to be true whilst the more rational side wishes I’d never stepped foot onto this campus, never let him touch me, never let him know me. Everything about him was just magnetic and looking back at it now, that should have been the first of many red flags. No one can be that charismatic, that charming and not be hiding something dark and sinister, there is just no way.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you about the first time I met Mickey Altieri.

“I think this will be good for you, you know? Make some new friends, start to move on.” Sid had her fingers wrapped around my wrist, tugging me gently over to her small circle of friends all sat crowded in the college square.

“I don’t need to make new friends. I’m fine by myself.” Of course I appreciated her concern for me, but I was getting really tired of being told what I needed to do. If I wanted to be alone, why couldn’t I be alone?

“Dahlia,” Sid abruptly stopped walking, turning to face me with those goddamned brown eyes looking down at me imploringly, “it’s been months. We all need to at least try and move on, you know?”

“I know, Sid.” I sighed a little, eyes nervously flickering up to the three people sitting perched on the bench, Randy luckily amongst them. I smiled a little as I saw him eagerly wave at Sidney and I, beckoning us over. “Just…” I struggled to hold her gaze, voice dropping to be a bit quieter, as if lowering the volume would make the admission and subsequent minor vulnerability easier to push out, “It’s hard.”

Sid’s expression turned sympathetic, her hand moving to grasp mine. Sidney has good hands, strong, grounding, firm yet soft, just like her. She speaks again, “I know, Dahlia. But I really think this could help. They’re all great, very understanding and they won’t push you to talk about…Well, what happened.”

“God, fine.” I mumbled and she nodded, looking just slightly smug as she gently tugged me closer to the group.

A chorus of “Hey, Sid” was uttered before Sid introduced me. “Dahlia, this is Derek, Hallie and Mickey. Guys, this is Dahlia.”

I couldn’t help but smile a little awkwardly as my eyes scanned the tight knit group. Randy was looking at me encouragingly and Sidney squeezed my hand a little.

I said nothing.

I still felt nothing.

Great.

Even then, I subconsciously noticed that Mickey was staring at me a little too hard. He was sitting with his back leaning against the wall with his foot propped up on the bench, toying with a video camera in his hand as he gave me a quick and not at all subtle once over. Despite the zombie-like trance I’d been in for the last few months, it made the blood rush to my cheeks and lightly stain them.

I mean, I wasn’t stupid. He was ridiculously good looking. His dark hair stuck up a little, he was toned and the thin fabric of his sweater clung to his body in a way that made it almost painful to look away and his brown eyes were just so…Full.

Full of mirth and life and so much I don’t think I could actually list it all. When was the last time I felt that full? Had I ever, even before that night? In his eyes I could see the excitement and wonder in them from where I stood and it was oddly enticing, I focused on that as opposed to my usual depressing internal monologue.

He managed to ruin my little initial fascination with him in about three seconds.

“Oh! You’re the chick who died, right, I- ow!” I watched as the girl, Hallie, darted out her hand and smacked Mickey upside of the head, “Jesus, what?”

“You can’t just say something like that to someone, God you’re an ass.” The mild disgust on her face twists to an apologetic smile as she continued on, “ I apologise for Mickey, he has zero fucking tact.” Hallie’s expression turned warmer as she was moving up the bench to make room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mickey roll his eyes a little before he settled his gaze back onto me.

“No, no it’s fine. Yeah, I am. Glad that’s so interesting to you Michael.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, an amused smile cracking on his face. “Mickey.” He corrected me, sounding amused as he did so.

I held back a scoff as I told him, “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

That was the first time I ever spoke directly to him. I can’t help but imagine how things would be now if I never bothered, never got so captivated with the way he’d look at me all through the rest of the day and every single day after.

It was never creepy, far from it. Instead it was almost as though he knew something I knew, like he knew me already.

Little did I know he did know me. He knew every single thing about me.

Chapter Two HERE

[daisywords]

Going insane over Fairest reread I love when beloved books from days of yore are as good as I remember

[dead-dog-dont-eat]

let's be real and honest here, guys, you are not a true Ben 10 fan unless at some point in your life you had a crush on any of the aliens that appeared in that show.

[shakebelton]

rock in rio 2017: adam throws his bottle cap into the crowd, throws the mic stand on the ground, throws the microphone INTO THE CROWD (before checking somebody will catch it), has the in-ears fall out and drop on the ground during the final jump (he seemingly walks over them) and so just takes out and throws the fucking mic pack on the ground too. equipment damage level: higher than average lmao. this concert is now my best friend

[autumnrory]

i RAN to pre-order that taylor swift style book and then got a couple other things off my list for the free shipping i'm so excited

[aikastales]

i’m drunk, i love you (jk)

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: with only a day before graduation, you make a promise that you will not only graduate from university, but also from your feelings for your best friend of seven years, jeon jungkook.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: film student!jungkook x med tech student!fem!oc (named sola)

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗌: heavy angst, unrequited love, jungkook as an isko agenda, set in the ph 🇵🇭

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: this story is fiction. it does not represent the members of bangtan or any of the idols here in real life. all resemblance to real life characters, institutions, associations, places, events, among others are either purely coincidence or depicted in a fictitious manner only. there’s really no warnings for this story other than it’s a self-indulgent fic to get me back to writing. the smut isn’t that severe. just kissing, nipple sucking, and grinding. this is based on the film, i’m drunk i love you, which i highly recommend you watch. i didn’t alter much of the plot & scenes bc i think they’re already great as it is, but i did tweak a bit here and there. i hope you enjoy! let me know what you think by reblogging/commenting. ♡

𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 5,784

You were never quite the believer in love at first sight, but what you felt that night was the closest thing to that feeling. 

He was one of the freshmen performers during your orientation, singing Adam Levine’s Lost Stars. Like the entire audience, you were captivated by his heavenly vocals and charisma as he performed on stage with an acoustic guitar one of the seniors lent him. Not only that, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t bad looking either—quite the opposite, really. 

However, after the orientation, you didn’t get to see much of the dark-haired handsome boy. You were studying at UP, the biggest state university in the country, and so your paths were bound not to cross. Until, your older cousin, who was a senior at that time, invited you to eat dinner with him and a couple of his buddies after seeing you strolling around campus alone. When you arrived at the eatery, you not only saw your cousin Yoongi’s friends—Yijeong and Woosung—you also spotted the boy who hadn’t left your mind since you saw him over four months ago at that time. 

You sat across from him and you tried your best not to freak out as Yoongi introduced the both of you. Apparently, he had already known Jungkook because he was the younger stepbrother of his other friend, Namjoon. During the course of your dinner, you and Jungkook didn’t really talk much. But you would muster up the courage to ask him some basic questions such as his program, why he went to UP, if he joined any orgs yet, etcetera. Jungkook was polite enough to answer your inquiries. 

He was a Film major. He went to UP because everyone in his family went to UP so it was the most obvious choice for him and he was a member of the Film society. In return, Jungkook asked the same set of questions. You were a pre-med student, Medical Technology, to be exact, and you went to UP because it was your dream school. You were also a member of the College of Arts and Sciences’ student council. 

After your meal was finished, Yoongi entrusted your care to Jungkook as they were going to meet up with some of their friends and you were both living at campus dormitories anyway. So, you hopped into his old army green Toyota Rav4 and needless to say, the ride back to UP was awkward. So, to get rid of the awkward silence, you asked if you could play some music. He said sure and handed you the aux cord already connected to his stereo. Once you had the other end connected to your phone, you played one of your favorite songs—Waltz of Four Left Feet by Shirebound and Busking. 

To your surprise, Jungkook also knew the song and just like that, the awkward silence was gone and you became inseparable ever since. 

Music became the bridge that connected you and Jungkook. Whenever you would hangout, it was always your topic—your favorite artists, songs, original scores in films, best albums, underrated artists, overrated artists, the current state of music, everything. He also became your gig buddy—seeking out mainstream and indie artists you both liked and going to their live performances downtown bars, jam packed arenas and stadiums. 

But your favorite would always be watching him perform. After his performance at the orientation, he naturally became one of the popular students at UP. He wasn’t popular like a celebrity or an influencer, but heads would turn whenever he walked around campus. Also, he still had the luxury of privacy on his side, but if you looked at the right places, you would find small accounts on social media dedicated to him. He didn’t care for the attention, though, and just went about his day as normally as possible. 

His performance did land him some gigs here and there. You found it cute whenever he’d turn to you to ask if he should accept the invitation or not, and you would always tell him to do whatever he wanted. Most of the time, he accepted, especially if it was at Route 96, a historic venue for aspiring musicians. 

It was here that he performed the first song he wrote by himself called Still With You. It was also during this performance that you began to see him in a different light—quite literally. He was performing with the bar lights off, only the lights on stage and the spotlight illuminated the entire establishment. When the spotlight on him turned purple, you felt a whole new admiration for your best friend. It wasn’t the “Oh god I’m so proud of my best friend” kind, rather it was the “Oh fuck I’m in love with my best friend” realization. 

But like every other story where someone falls in love with their best friend, you kept your feelings hidden, hoping someday it would go away. However, you soon realized, once you fell in love with Jeon Jungkook, there was no going back. It was a rabbit hole. 

The more you spent time with him, the more you fell in love with him and all of him—from the way he smiles to the sound of his laugh, how he would always annoy the shit out of you when you were supposed to be studying to how he would remember small things about you like your favorite snack at the vending machine, how you’d be the first to know his test results to how you’d be his first audience for the short film they needed to produce for that semester, how he would lend you his jacket when you ate bingsu because he knew you’d get cold easily to how he’d send you random memes he found funny out of the blue. 

It was so easy to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook. Thus, everyone else did too. For seven years, you watched on the sidelines as he dated several girls and loved them how you wished he’d love you. 

“In one day, you can finally lay your hands on Jungkook,” your best friend, Mingyu, teased as he took a sip from his beer. 

You let out a sarcastic laugh, head resting on your palm, elbow propped on the wooden table in front of you, a bottle of beer in the other hand. You were bordering on getting tipsy now as you had been drinking since you arrived at La Union with Mingyu and Jungkook in the afternoon. You didn’t even know why you agreed to your best friend’s idea of going to the province for a music festival when you had your graduation—the very graduation that was seven years in the making—on Sunday.   

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu,” you told the honey-skinned man across from you with a chuckle. 

“What? Let this be your final test before finally graduating. Are you ready?” a lopsided grin appeared on his handsome face. 

Under the orange light, Kim Mingyu was easily one of the most handsome men you ever laid your eyes on. He was also tall, well-mannered, smart, capable, had a stable job while being a med student, and the textbook definition of a walking green flag. In another life, you could imagine yourself falling for him instead of Jungkook. But in the current universe you were in, he was one of your trusted friends who had known about your crush on Jungkook since first year. 

The waiter arrived to bring you your order of another bucket of Red Horse beer. Mingyu took a bottle from the silver bucket and opened it. “Happy horse for the happy whore,” he told you as he handed you the fresh bottle of beer. You gave him a middle finger. He laughed. “What? Am I not right?” 

“You’re the whore,” you replied. “I saw you with that cute chinito by the beach earlier. What happened to Mino?” 

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex—or you believed was his ex. You never really know with Mingyu and relationships. He was the complete opposite of you. While you were a hopeless romantic at heart, he didn’t believe in love—or so he says. 

“Seven years,” Mingyu mused, glancing towards the beach. “You didn’t stop falling in love with your best friend. Now, it looks like you don’t even plan to stop.” 

You sucked your teeth, tracing the water around the bottle due to the ice with your fingers. “Do I just throw it away?” You weren’t sure if you were asking Mingyu or yourself. “We make a good pair.” You laughed to yourself. 

“Except?” Mingyu pointed out the harsh reality. 

“Except,” you took in a shaky breath. “He doesn’t love me back. Maybe.” 

Mingyu sighed deeply, looking at his watch. “Time check: you still have your hopes up.” 

“It’s still early,” you argued. “I still have two days. Just give me time.” 

“Give me time?” Mingyu repeated, taking a sip from his beer. “What the fuck are you talking about, Sola? The universe has given you all the time. But you did nothing.” 

You groaned, throwing your head back as a realization hit you. “Fuck, Gyu, I just—I just realized. Is it right that we’re here? Was it the right decision to come here? My mom’s gonna be so mad once she finds out I’m in La Union.”  

“It’s all you. You’re a raging masochist,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway. Let’s just play a game. Let’s enumerate all the things you did with Jungkook. Those are seven years worth of memories, Sola. Game?” 

“Game.” 

“What year did you first meet Jungkook?” 

A smile immediately creeped up on your face. “2017.” 

Mingyu waved his hand at you. “Wow! You can do math! But I just thought of something—instead of just general memories. Let’s make them specific. Let’s list down all the stupid things you did for Jungkook for seven years.” 

“The fuck are you talking about?” you let out a scoff, drinking your beer. 

“What? Now you can’t remember?” he challenged. 

You clicked your tongue. “Fine, you stupid bitch. Ask away.” 

Mingyu grinned. “2018.” 

You hummed before saying, “Jungkook was heartbroken that year. I was back at home and he was at UP. But I rushed into the city to be there for him. I remember because I was supposed to attend this baptism with my parents but I snuck out and got an earful from my mother the next day. I was completely hungover too because Jungkook and I went bar hopping the entire night.” 

“Jesus Christ, Sola.” 

“Don’t judge me. It was my decision, okay?” 

Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Okay. 2019.” 

You stared at Mingyu, laughing as you recalled the memory. “2019. Me and Jungkook walked from UP to Aurora Boulevard just to tell me how Song Areum became his girlfriend.” 

He shook his head. “2020.” 

“2020—he was sick. I had an exam that day, but I quickly answered it so I could buy him his favorite, Tapsilog from Tapsi ni Vivian, before it ran out ‘cos it runs out quickly, right?” Mingyu nodded. You licked your lower lip then let out a small laugh. “But when I got to his dorm room, his roommate already told me Areum brought him to the university hospital. And I failed my exam ‘cos I didn’t answer the back part.” 

“2021, go!” 

“I loved him for four years now and counting. Is that good enough?” 

“Okay. I’ll accept it. 2022?” 

“2022—I’ve been in love with him for five fucking years already, fucking shit!” you exclaimed, feeling the alcohol in you boosting your confidence. 

“Okay. We’re in the last year, girl. What about in 2023? What was the stupid thing you did for Jungkook last year?” 

You gulped. “I’m two years delayed.” 

Mingyu exhaled deeply. A moment of silence settled between the two of you. Then, she asked, “Sola, it all boils down to this: when will you end this?” 

You sat up straight, taking a deep breath. “You mean when will I stop with my foolishness?” Mingyu nodded. You purse your lips. “Maybe when I’m done with UP. When I’m done with UP, I’ll graduate from everything—including him. Especially him.” 

When you got back to your shared room with Jungkook and Mingyu, you were already tipsy. You almost fell face flat on the floor when you opened the door, feeling lightheaded, but luckily, your best friend was there to catch you. 

“You’re drunk, Sola,” Jungkook chuckled deeply. You could smell his expensive cologne—the one you bought for him for his birthday last year and it brought a huge grin on your face, knowing he wore it. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” 

“I’m fine, Guk. I’m not that drunk. But I do need to sit down,” you said followed by a set of giggles as you let Jungkook walk you to the bed you shared with Mingyu, and then you threw yourself on it, back against the mattress, arms spread like an eagle. 

Jungkook sat down beside you. “Are you still mad at me?” 

The question seemed to sober you up instantly. The truth was—you could never stay mad at him. For anything. Sometimes, you’d think he could do the most painful and hurtful thing to you, deliberately, and you would still forgive him even if he wouldn’t apologize. 

“I wasn’t mad. I was just… I just wished you would’ve told me the real reason why you wanted to come here,” you replied softly, biting your lower lip. 

“Would you have come? If I told you I wanted to go here because my ex wanted to reconnect—would you have come?” Jungkook matched your tone, looking over his shoulder to look at you. 

Instinctively, your eyes also darted towards his. The lights in the room were dim, only the lamp, the light coming beneath the bathroom door, and the moonlight outside illuminated the room. Jungkook looked especially beautiful in the dim light—long black wavy hair all messy from his habit of running his fingers through it, hooded eyes staring at you like he was memorizing every inch of you, the gentleness of his features made him look like an angel in this light. 

But then you’d see his dozens of piercings in his ears, eyebrow, and lower lip; his tattooed arm and hand, and the way he looked sexy as hell with his thin white long sleeved, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and his white beach shorts that hugged his strong muscular thighs, and you’d realize he was more of a Greek god than an angel. 

“I’ll go wherever you go,” you told him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know that.” 

Jungkook lied down beside you and you felt your heartbeat racing. His tattooed arm was brushing against yours. His head was tilted, close to yours. 

“Will you go with me to the moon?” he asked. 

A small smile ghosted on your lips. “I will, Guk.” 

“How about Saturn?” 

“I’ll be with you there, too.” 

“Law school?” 

You turned your head to him. He was already looking at you. “Law school? Why?” 

He brushed the hair on your face aside with his fingers, making you tense. But you kept your composure. “I passed UP LAE.” 

“But,” you began. “What about film? I thought you didn’t wanna become a lawyer like your parents.” 

Jungkook looked at the ceiling. “It’s not that bad. Being a lawyer. Besides, I like studying.” 

“You’ve always wanted to become a director, though.” 

“I’m not good enough for it,” Jungkook scoffed. “All my batchmates are already directing their films and showing them at festivals here and abroad—yet here I am. Still here.” 

You turned on your side, propping your elbow to support your head as you looked at your best friend. It was rare for Jungkook to open up. Even to you. He was always someone who kept all his innermost thoughts and feelings to himself. In the seven years you’d known him, it still felt like there was a wall around him that you never managed to climb on or punch through. For seven years, it felt like you simultaneously knew everything and nothing about your best friend. 

“It’s not the end of the road, Jungkook. So what if they’re showing their films at festivals? You can do it too. At your own pace, in your own time,” you said. You wanted to reach for his face, to make him look at you, but you were scared. “You’re a great filmmaker, Guk. The best direk ever.” 

He looked at you once again. “You’re drunk, Yu Sola. Go to sleep.” 

He sat up, carrying your legs over the bed. You let out a groan. “I’m not drunk, Jeon Jungkook. Why do you always do that?” 

“Do what?” he asked, chuckling. 

“You always cut the conversation when you’re beginning to open up. You always clamp up, Guk. I wish you didn’t do that. I’m your—,” you bit the inside of your lower lip. What right did I have to demand him to open up to me? “I’m your best friend.” 

“I don’t clamp up. I just have nothing else to say,” your best friend replied with a shrug, fixing his hair as he looked in the mirror across from your bed. “Go to sleep. You’ll get a massive headache tomorrow. I’m just going to meet with Areum and her friends.”  

Then, you blurted it out. It just happened. You didn’t even know how. You always had this grand idea in your mind to do it after the graduation ceremony, that way, you could immediately leave. That way, you didn’t have to see him all the time. You would have enough time to move on and move forward in your life. 

But nothing in life truly went according to plan. 

“I love you, Jungkook,” you confessed. Your heart felt heavy and you sat up, head hanging low as you picked on your nails. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes. “I’ve loved you for seven years now.” 

And you sobbed, burying your face in your hands. Then, moments later, you felt your hands being taken away from your face. You lifted your head and saw Jungkook kneeling in front of you, holding your hands. He let one go to wipe away the tears on your face, to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

And then, ever so slowly, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you softly. A tear rolled down your cheek. His lips were soft while yours were chapped and wet from your tears, but he didn’t seem to mind. You were still in shock. This was not the response you expected. Not even in your wildest dreams but it was happening. 

Jungkook held your face, tilting his head as he continued to kiss you more—only this time with more need and passion. Your body reacted. You began to reciprocate his kisses, hands wrapping around his wrists. He tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash. 

He pushed you onto the bed, one hand remaining on your face while the other held your waist. Your fingers curled the ends of his hair. You could feel his growing member on your stomach and feeling it was enough to make your cunt wet. His lips then traveled on your jaw, down to your neck. You were breathing heavily as he nibbled on your sensitive skin, making a soft moan escape your lips. 

His hand made its way under your shirt and your breath hitched, causing Jungkook to lift his head from your neck, and look you in the eyes. 

“You okay?” he asked softly. 

You nodded. “I’m okay.” 

“Okay,” he smiled, making your heart skip a beat. “Is it okay if I take this off now?” 

“I—,” you were at a loss for words. Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true. But it was happening and you wanted it more than anything else. “Okay. Yes, you can.” 

Jungkook peeled your shirt off, exposing your naked chest. You didn’t wear bras; found it too much of a hassle and you always hated the feeling. Instead, you wore nipple tapes. 

“What are these, Sola?” Jungkook asked with a chuckle, making your cheeks heat up. 

“They’re nipple tapes, you dumb ass,” you replied, smacking his arm lightly. 

“Okay. Do I just take them off, like, tape?” 

He was adorably cute. “Yes, you just take them off like tape.” 

And so he did just that. The coolness of the room and your arousal instantly perked your nipples. Jungkook took your breasts in his hands, massaging and squeezing them, making you arch your back ever so slightly. Then, he dipped his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth while remaining to massage the other. 

The sensation was simply divine. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system, your feelings for your best friend, or just Jungkook in general that made you feel so good at that moment. Your hands traced the outline of his toned biceps through his thin polo. 

You were so wet and when Jungkook began to grind his hard cock against your clothed cunt, you felt another wave of wetness. You wanted him—all of him—and so you began to rock your hips against him, making him release a moan. 

He lifted his head, staring at you with those doe eyes you have loved for seven years. “Are you sure?” 

Those three words held so much. Once you crossed the line, there was no going back, and both of you knew that. 

“I’m sure. I want this, Guk. I want you.” 

That was all he needed to hear to make love to you the whole night. Once both of you came, Jungkook laid beside you, chest heaving. For a while, the both of you lay in silence. 

“Will you be here in the morning?” you asked, turning your head on the pillow to face him. 

He did the same. “I will,” he promised. “Go to sleep now, Sola.” 

But he wasn’t. 

When you woke up the next day, the other side of the bed was empty. You sat up, burying your face in your hands. What the hell have I done? What the hell have we done? 

You left the bed, entering the bathroom, and proceeding to take a shower. In there, you cried, because nothing was going to be the same after last night. You couldn’t blame it all on Jungkook either. You also made it happen. You desperately wished it was just a dream—another wet dream you had of your best friend—but the traces of his cum were still on your inner thigh. 

It happened. There was no going back. Everything was going to be different now and most of all, you didn’t know if you still had your best friend. 

When you finished showering and getting dressed, you made your way down to the beach. You had texted Mingyu while getting dressed and he told you he was there with the chinito you saw him with, Wonwoo. Arriving at the beach, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, about to text the honey-skinned med student when you saw Jungkook with Areum in the water, his strong arms that held you throughout the night, now wrapped around her waist. Fits of giggles escaped her lips as Jungkook wrestled with her in the water, a huge grin on his handsome face. 

Your heart shattered. 

You quickly looked away, a fresh set of tears forming in your eyes. As you were about to turn away, you heard Mingyu’s familiar voice which caused you to stop on your tracks. 

“Sola, hey, there you—what’s wrong?” The concern in his voice was palpable. You felt his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him. 

“I—I finally told him, Gyu,” you said, taking in a sharp shaky breath. “I finally told him.” 

Mingyu didn’t ask for more details. He knew. He led you back to your room, promising Wonwoo to text him later. Once you were back, you just cried on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything and neither did you. He just let you be until the tears finally stopped. 

“I’m sorry I pulled you away from Wonwoo. He seems like a nice guy,” you said after a while, voice raspy from all the crying. 

“It’s fine. We’ll be seeing each other often anyway,” Mingyu shared. 

You looked at him, surprised. “Really?” 

Your friend nodded, laughing to himself. “You know, all those times I teased you about your being a hopeless romantic and believing in love—I think it’s backfiring on me now with Wonwoo.” 

“You love him?” you asked. 

“I don’t know, Sola. But I know what I feel for him is different,” he answered. “It’s terrifying. How quickly someone can change your perspective on something.” 

You couldn’t argue with that. 

“What’s your plan now?” Mingyu asked. 

You sighed deeply. “I think I’m going to head back. My graduation is tomorrow anyway. Do you mind booking the bus ride home?” 

“I’m staying here, Sola. I—I want to be with Wonwoo more,” Mingyu confessed, smiling at you apologetically. 

“Gyu…” 

“Please be a friend to me now, Sola.” 

You pressed your lips tightly. Then, you nodded. You wanted your friend to be happy. 

“I’m gonna pack now,” you announced. 

“Okay. Just text me if you need anything,” Mingyu gave you a hug and kiss on top of your head. “I want you to know I’m proud of you, Sola.” 

Once Mingyu left, you began to pack. You didn’t bring a lot of clothes, but you were still biding your time. A part of you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay here and never graduate. But that illusion was quickly broken when you saw your mom’s contact flashing on your phone screen. 

You sucked your teeth before answering, “Hi mom.” 

“Sola? Where the hell are you? Why haven’t you been answering my texts? Your graduation is tomorrow. Everyone is looking forward to it!” she exclaimed frantically. 

“Mom, I’m sorry. I’m in La Union with Jungkook and—,” 

“What the hell are you doing in La Union?! You better get back instantly, Sola. I’m not kidding. If you don’t graduate now, I really don’t know what I’m gonna do. It’s been seven years! Please let me graduate too.” 

“I’m already packing and I’ll catch the bus home soon. I just—Mom, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it in time for the ceremony ‘cos—,” 

Your phone was suddenly snatched from your grip. You looked up and saw Jungkook standing beside you. 

“Hey tita, it’s Jungkook. Yes. Don’t worry. I’ll take her home. She’ll make it in time. Yes. We’ll be home before the ceremony, tita. Okay. Bye.” 

He ended the call and sat down on the bed across from you, handing you your phone back. You grabbed it from him. “You don’t have to take me home.” 

“I already promised tita I will,” he answered. 

“You didn’t have to,” you muttered, folding your shirt. 

Silence. Jungkook was just staring at you the entire time as you folded your clothes and packed them inside your bag. Then, he said those two words. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You bit the inside of your lower lip. What was he exactly for? For having sex with you? For spending the night with you? For not feeling the same way as you? All of the above? 

As if reading your thoughts, he added, “For everything.” 

You nodded. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” you told him. “It’s not your fault you don’t love me the same way.” But why did you kiss me? Why did you make love to me? 

Jungkook lowered his head. You zipped your bag. “Let’s go. I still have a graduation to chase.” 

“What’s this?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed when you saw Areum standing beside Jungkook’s car with her luggage and bag. 

“I’ll drop Areum on the way,” Jungkook announced, grabbing her luggage and putting it at the back of his car. 

You pressed your lips in a line. “Fine.” You stepped into the back passenger seat, quickly grabbing your phone and earphones from your bag, and plugging it in. 

Lowering yourself on the seat, you rested your head against the window as Areum stepped into the passenger seat while Jungkook sat on the driver’s seat. You caught him glancing at you from the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t look back. Instead, you turned the volume up. Moments later, he began to drive. 

You decided to sleep the entire ride. However, when you woke up, you immediately realized Jungkook wasn’t driving in your hometown. “Where are we?” you asked, taking one of your earphones off. 

“I’m dropping Areum first,” Jungkook replied. 

You frowned. “I’m the one chasing a graduation, remember?” 

“Shh, just go back to sleep. Here,” he threw something at you—your favorite candy, Butterball, landing on your lap. 

You grabbed it, tempted to eat it, but you threw it back at him and went back to sleep. By the time you woke up again, you were at Areum’s house. She turned to look at you, smiling. 

She was really beautiful and kind. You began to feel guilty for hating her so much the entire time. “Congrats on your graduation, Sola. I’ll see you around, okay?” 

“Thanks Areum.” 

After Jungkook walked her to her door, he came back to the car. “What are you doing there? Come here,” he said, patting the passenger seat. 

“I’m fine here,” you replied. 

“Sola, come on. Please? I drive better with you beside me.” 

For the rest of the ride to your home, you sat beside Jungkook. Unlike before, where your car rides were filled with music and random conversations, tonight it was silent. You didn’t plug your phone into his stereo and you kept your eyes closed the whole time, listening to your music. Once in a while, Jungkook would try to make small talk, but you would only give him short replies, then went back to sleeping. 

When you arrived at your family house, you stayed with Jungkook outside for a bit, both leaning against his car. 

“It’s your graduation in four hours.” 

“Are you not going to come to yours?” 

“I don’t see the point,” Jungkook replied. 

You nodded and pushed yourself off his car. “I’ll head inside. Thanks for the ride, Jungkook.” 

He grabbed your arm before you entered the gate. You stared into his eyes. You couldn’t quite place what held them right now. Maybe you never really knew Jeon Jungkook after all this time. 

“I’m sorry, Sola.” 

“Why do you keep saying sorry? I told you—it’s not your fault and I’m fine. I’m over it now. See you around, Jungkook.” 

You head back inside. Graduation was in four hours. 

You wore a traditional Filipiniana dress, a pair of white heels that were already scraping the skin at the back of your feet, your mother’s pearls, and your sablay when your name was called. You came up on the stage with your excited mother, shook hands with your Dean, and finally grabbed your diploma. You always imagined graduation to be something so spectacular, but the moment you received the piece of paper that confirmed you had, indeed, graduated—you just felt the same. 

After the ceremony, you went back to your house where almost all your relatives from your mother’s side were waiting for you. A tarpaulin with your graduation picture and the words, “Congratulations Yu Sola!” printed on it and hung outside your gate. You greeted everyone on your way, telling them thanks, before retreating in your room to change out of your dress and into more comfortable clothes. 

While you were slipping on your shirt, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. When you grabbed it, you saw Jungkook’s message on the lockscreen. 

Let’s go, it said. 

You knew it meant one thing: a beer and butterball at Route 96. There was still a part of you that wanted to go because you always went when you received a message like that from Jungkook. It was always a yes when it came to him. But now that you confessed, something shifted, whether he admitted to it himself or not. 

So, you put your phone in your pocket, and went down. But as you do so, you felt your phone vibrate again. You pulled it out of your pocket and Jungkook texted you another message. 

Please? One for the road. I’m outside. 

You bit your lower lip. Then, you made your way out. There, you saw Jungkook wearing his barong and sablay, leaning against his car like hours ago. He smiled as soon as he saw you come out. 

“You still have it,” he pointed to your shirt. 

You looked down on it and realized you had picked his shirt of all things. It wasn’t anything special; just something he bought at a boutique. But it meant a lot to you because he gave it to you after you spilled beer on your shirt years ago. 

“You attended your ceremony?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He nodded. “I thought you didn’t see the point.” 

“I changed my mind.” 

You wished you were just as quick in having a change of heart. 

“One for the road?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. 

You took a deep breath and nodded. “One for the road.” 

“Shit, I forgot it’s Sunday. It’s closed,” Jungkook sighed, seeing the steel gate at Route 96. 

“It’s fine. Let’s just go,” you told him, grabbing the beer he bought beforehand and making your way up to the bar. Jungkook followed behind. 

You both leaned in the railing before you, beer in hands. Another silence. 

You couldn’t believe this was the culmination of the seven years you spent loving Jeon Jungkook. You thought, after confessing, you would never speak again. He’d distance himself from you but here you were—having a beer with him at your favorite place in the world. You wished you knew what was going on in his mind right now. You wished you could dissect his mind and learn every thought he had ever since you confessed. 

Because you never really knew Jeon Jungkook. You were just so in love with him and idealized who he was over the last seven years. Suddenly, all the stupid memories you shared with Mingyu flashed in your mind and made you laugh. 

“What’s funny?” Jungkook asked, chuckling. 

You shook your head, drinking your beer. “Nothing.” 

He nudged your side. “Come on, share it.” 

You took a deep breath and for the first time, you looked at Jeon Jungkook and saw him for who he was; not the man you have loved for the past seven years. 

“I graduated, finally.” 

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Maroon 5 - Makes Me Wonder 2007

"Makes Me Wonder" is a song by American pop/rock band Maroon 5. It was released as the first single from their second studio album, It Won't Be Soon Before Long (2007). Upon its release, the song set a record for the biggest jump to number-one in the history of the Billboard Hot 100 chart, rising from number 64 to number one.

It won the Grammy Award for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal at the 50th Grammy Awards, the band's second song to win the award.

The lyrics have two different meanings. It contains political insinuations disguised as a love song because of Adam Levine's not wanting to be preachy. It combines lyrics about his being in a state of a failed relationship and his "failure to understand or trust" the leadership of his country, and the US's role in the war in Iraq.

"Makes Me Wonder" received a total of 68,8% yes votes!

[pinksobg]

Message from someone that loves you 💌

so good to be back! I was doing some exams and recovering myself. 🌷 happy leo season for you all and happy birthday to me yay ☺🍵 I hope you guys enjoy this pick a card and that you all are doing good! <3

Pile 1 - Hello, hello cinnamon roll! Pile one! Yes, yes. Ok! Could it be a child? Definitely someone younger than you. Or a childhood friend for some people in this pile. Ok! It could also be a friend from adolescence. Ok, that person. I keep thinking "soul level." Ok! It could be that you have healed your inner children together! How cute! Someone with a good sense of humor, cheerful, and upbeat.

Message: Don’t let anyone tell you what to do. I don’t like seeing you feeling down or being bossed around. What I mean is that I want to see you show your braver and more authentic side to the world more often. But, haha, yeah, maybe the world isn’t ready. My dear, I don’t know if you care much about your appearance, but you attract more attention than you think! You are much more beautiful than you realize! Much more. 💌 I will protect you, I will protect your heart, just as you did with my inner child’s heart, haha. Don’t look at me like that! I’ve grown up a lot already, haha! I learned from you and see you as a role model. It’s true, you inspire me. Even from afar or without words. Watching you chase your dreams is amazing! It’s what I want to see the most! Yay! 💌 I’ll send you a song.

songs: blessed-cursed - enhypen; birds of a feather - billie eilish; say you won't let go - james arthur.

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Pile 2 - Hello pile 2! My melody! Ah! How sweet! It could be a romantic interest or someone who has a crush on you! How cute! Really, you give this person butterflies in their stomach or speed up their heart. It could also be a confirmation if you’re feeling discomfort in your lower back, because I started noticing that while writing the beginning of your pile, and I wasn’t feeling it before. Anyway, let’s go to your message?

Message: Hi! You don’t leave my mind and can sometimes make me a bit confused. Well, yeah, I’ve been thinking a lot about you, but my ability with words isn’t as good or as voracious as my thoughts. In my thoughts, everything seems to work out perfectly, thank you, but I wonder if you feel the same. I’m at a loss for words to describe or express what I feel inside. 💌 Your scent is wonderful and your hair is beautiful! Something about you makes me admire you so much, and I’m looking to meet people like you now. Thank you for helping me notice certain patterns in my life. Now I just want people in my life who make me feel good, just like you do. You are someone who makes others feel heard, and that’s great! I want to be like that too. 💌 See you again! <3 💌🌷

songs: fate - g-idle; stereo hearts - gym class heroes ft adam levine; don't you worry Child.

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Pile 3 - Hello, hello pile 3! Hello Kitty pile! It seems to be an old friend, someone whose connection reminds you of human warmth or maybe summer. Predominantly feminine energy. Ok! Let’s go to your message?

Message: Hi, dear! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Well, you seem a bit tired? If you feel guilty for resting or wanting to rest, please don’t feel guilty. If you’re choosing between two paths, let me tell you a story to try to help you! Sometimes we’re like ducks swimming in a familiar lake, but sometimes we have to move and migrate to another place because of the temperature. So, don’t feel guilty for choosing what’s best for you now, my dear. 💌 Look, I have to tell you that I’m very proud of you! I’ve always believed in you, and your potential never ceases to amaze me, you know? 💌 Shine brightly as always, you’re my rock star!

songs: bring me to life - evanescence; ophelia - the lumineers; sweet juice - purple kiss; midas touch - kiss of life.

[fictionadventurer]

Top ten fairytale retelling novels/novellas you've read.

I've already answered my top 10, so here's my shot at listing 11-20.

11. A Long, Long Sleep by Anna Sheehan: Would probably be higher on the list if I'd remembered it in time. Sci-fi story that's a very loose retelling of "Sleeping Beauty", but so rich and emotionally devastating.

12. Maid and Minstrel and The Beggar Prince by Kate Stradling: Putting both of her short "King Thrushbeard" retellings in one entry. The first is more of a "Beauty and the Beast" tale that makes both leads decent people caught up in a misunderstanding, but I appreciated how it (probably accidentally) made me see the Christ-imagery inherent in the original. The second gives King Thrushbeard some character flaws and a good arc, and has an excellent explanation for why the princess didn't want to marry any of her suitors.

13. Fairest by Gail Carson Levine: Snow White retelling set in the world of Ella Enchanted, and retains that book's creativity in adapting the fairy tale elements. Has an excellent full-cast audiobook.

14. The Stepsister and the Slipper by Nina Clare: Georgette-Heyer-esque Cinderella retelling. Very rushed ending, and not the kind of romance I'd advise anyone to pursue in real life, but very fun.

15. Soot and Slipper by Kate Stradling: Cinderella retelling with an excellent twist, adorable characters, and a convoluted ending.

16. Before Midnight by Cameron Dokey: Short and basic Cinderella retelling that gets on the list because I have extremely fond autumnal associations with this book.

17. Unseen Beauty by Amity Thompson: A "Beauty and the Beast" retelling from the point-of-view of one of the invisible servants. Since I'd had that idea for years before finding this, I was thrilled to find that this story does a pretty good job with it.

18. Exile by Loren G. Warnemuende: The first book in a trilogy that retells "Maid Maleen". I haven't finished the series yet, so maybe it's unfair to put it on here, but I loved the section of the story that takes place in the tower, so I couldn't leave it off the list.

19. The Seventh Raven by David Elliot: A retelling of "The Seven Ravens" that does a decent job of retelling the fairy tale, but I mostly love it as a very well-structured novel-in-verse that structures each POV character's poems with their own poetic form.

20. The Tales of Ambia by Allison Tebo: Fun, slightly Wodehouse-ish retellings that are a breath of fresh air in the romantasy-dominated world of indie retellings

Honorable Mentions:

The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer: Objectively as stories, these should be pretty high up on the list. It had great characters and adapted the fairy tale elements in some amazing ways. But I'm not a fan of a lot of the worldbuilding elements here, so I couldn't bring myself to rank it above some of my beloved, but more-flawed indie retellings.

With Blossoms Gold by Hayden Wand and Sweet Remembrance by Emily Ann Putzke: Both contained in Once: Six Historical Fairy Tale Retellings. The first is "Rapunzel" set in Renaissance Italy with an agoraphobic Rapunzel, and the second is a beautifully devastating retelling of "The Little Match Girl" set during WWII. I haven't read these in a long time, but I remember them both being very good.

Masque by W.R. Gingell: An excellent "Beauty and the Beast" retelling with a very lively Beauty, a Beast who works as a police detective instead of brooding in a castle, and some clever adaptations of the fairy tale elements. Unfortunately, I've decided a couple elements of the magic go beyond what I'm comfortable with, so I couldn't put it on the list, but I had to give it credit.

[purplecherries]

I would have loved Leona to be Zane’s biological child.

I would love to see her freak out because she’s lived in a farm her whole life and now she finds out her father is a war criminal and tyrant.

I would have loved to have her be the next lord of O’khasis and everyone scrambling to try and make sure she’s not a Zane Ro’meave 2.

I would have loved to see Leona try to ask anyone and everyone about Zane only to be brushed off.

I would have loved to see Leona cry about having to live up to impossible expectations all because her father was monster.

I would love for Leona to realize she laughs like her father because of the terrified looks she gets when she does laugh.

I would love for Kiki to talk about when she met Zane and how he was a “real charmer.” And for Zianna to talk about when he was younger.

I would love to see Lilith and Alina watch her have her “Lady transformation” and they don’t recognize her at first. Leona still volunteering to babysit because it reminds her of her old life before she started training for lordship.

I would love to see Leona pretend she doesn’t like Yip because she knows it won’t work and she has a enough weight on her shoulders already.

I would love to see Zianna discourage her from learning about Esmund or Irene even though she’s a devout follower.

I would love for Leona to wonder if her father really did plan for her to exist and be an heir or was she just a side effect and a lucky preservation of the Ro’meave line??

LEONA WOULD JUST BE A PERFECT ADDITION TO THE NEXT GENERATION WITH LEVIN, MALACHI, ALEXIS, KYLE, YIP, LILTH, AND ALINA

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[mrsaltieri-real]

His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter Seven: Beginning of the End

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: language, Mickey being a dick, (again, shocker) a little angst, a little fluff, phone call, (yes it’s a warning) confession of feelings.

The smut is COMING I PROMISE! We’re getting there, just slowly. As I’ve said before I’m putting a lot into this fic and for it to work out the way it’s going to, there’s a fuck ton of twists and turns. But we are progressing I swear. Mickey is really going to ruin Dahlia (in more ways than one)

Thank you to the wonderful @bisexual-horror-fan for beta and editing this for me! I love how much you love them and see just so fucking awesome at helping me bring the fic to live. Love and appreciate you so so much dude!!!

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As it turns out, Mickey was right. Things couldn’t just go back to normal after I made the stupid and monumental decision to kiss him. I don’t know why I thought that they would, or could. Maybe because I never had before, I hadn’t realized the impact the small action of pressing my lips to his would have, the ripple effect it would cause outward like throwing a stone into a pond.

Talking about it with Sidney in my dorm room the next day like we were a couple of fourteen-year-olds, I was met with a reaction I hadn’t expected. The words, “I kissed Mickey” left my lips, and then I felt her warm arms throw themselves around my neck as she pulled me to her, taking me a little by surprise. Sid was very similar to me in some ways, not huge on casual physical contact, but I suppose being with Derek was beginning to coax her into it. The change wasn’t unwelcome. Happiness looks good on Sidney, she looks best with a smile on her face and warm in her eyes.

I laughed, a little surprised, moving my hands to rest on her back as she pulled away, her infectious grin lighting up her face, “Look at you!” She said, dropping her arms back to her side, the beginning of the question slips out quickly, “Was that your first-“

I respond even quicker, “Yeah, it was. I mean, I don’t think Paul Miller in the fifth grade really counts.” I said with a nearly coy smile.

“Oh no, I saw that “kiss,” it definitely does not count. So what made you do it?” She pressed, pulling her legs up to sit crossed legged on my bed. I had no morning classes, so Mickey hadn’t met me with his usual coffee and a bagel, and for a brief moment I had a passing thought of how weird that was, he didn’t know my schedule that well. I did have a class twenty minutes from then, but I knew he had his film class with Randy at the same time. The thought abandoned me as I sat with Sid, blushing furiously as I recounted the experience.

“I don’t know, I mean, I guess it just felt right?” I looked down at my hands, twisting one of the rings on my fingers around and around as I spoke, “He was just being so… Mickey. But not in the way I’m used to. He was asking me if I’d ever look at him in a romantic kind of way. I guess I realized that I was starting to look at him like that, so I kissed him.” I shook my head, loose hair cascading around my shoulders as I did so, groaning a little, “It was stupid, right? I’m not ready!”

“Dahlia, you won’t know till you try.” Sidney’s friendly brown eyes looked at me as her hand found mine with a reassuring squeeze, she offered up in a show of comfort, “Maybe someone like him is exactly what you need right now?”

I furrowed my eyebrows at her, my head tilting a little to the side as I asked, “What do you mean?”

Sid hesitated for a moment, teeth sinking into her bottom lip before she let out a small sigh and answered me, “You’ve been through a lot, D. I know you’re only just getting back to your old self, but you have to admit, he’s been a big part of that,”

I opened my mouth to object, but she shook her head at me once, making me immediately clamp my lips together when I took in her serious expression, “You can’t deny it, we’ve all noticed it. When you’re around him, you get the light in your eyes we haven’t seen in, God, forever!” Sidney’s hands squeezed mine again as she bent her head down to catch my eye, “Would trying it really be the worst thing in the world?”

“I-“ I mouthed words, but nothing came out as my brain churned.

Would it?

There was no denying I was attracted to him, but so was half the student fucking body. He’d also fucked half of that same half of the student body, and I knew myself well enough to know I didn’t just want to be another notch in his bedpost. I had no idea if he really cared about me, or if this whole thing was just another game to him. I didn’t want to be a toy, I didn’t want to just be viewed as something for fun, to be played with and then be discarded when he was done.

I thought of the way he looked at me, friends didn’t look at friends like that. It was like he knew me, more than I knew him. He looked at me as if I was something to fucking eat, and it was almost too intoxicating.

I thought of the way his lips felt on mine, how right it felt, how he tasted and smelled, how his fingers dug into my hips and traced my spine. It felt so right, but there was something else behind it. A kind of urgency that at that moment I could quite put my finger on.

“All of this is moot if you don’t like him.” Sidney interrupted my train of thought, making me blink a couple of times and glance up at her. She was standing in front of me, I didn’t even notice her hands let go of mine or her standing up and putting her jacket on, “Just think about it, alright?”

I nodded my head, and she smiled down at me before giving a goodbye, a casual wave over her shoulder upon her exiting my dorm room, leaving me sat crossed legged on my bed staring at the door long after it clicked shut.

She was right, when was she not? I knew I liked him. But I had no idea if he liked me.

Fuck, I felt like I was in middle school all over again.

I groaned, falling back against my pillow and placing my arms across my face, squeezing my eyes until I saw spots behind my lids.

Then my phone rang.

I sighed, pulling my arms from my face and grabbing my shitty cell from my bedside table and flipping it open without looking at the name with a, “Hello?”

No answer, just the subtle, quiet sound of breathing at the end of the line.

I frowned, pulling the phone from my ear and glancing at the name.

Unknown Caller.

I pressed the phone back to my ear, propping up and asking more clearly, “Hello?”

The line went dead.

“Weird.” I muttered, tossing the phone back on the bedside table, forcing myself to stand up to start making my way to class.

The phone rang again, making me jump with a small gasp as I hesitantly picked it up.

I felt relieved as I saw Mickey’s name lighting up the small screen, answering him happily enough with, “I told you I don’t like getting calls.”

“Well, hello to you too, Dahl.” I could tell he had a smile on his face judging by his tone, and I couldn’t help one from spreading across mine, “What are you doing right now?”

I glanced at my watch before responding, “I’ve got class.”

His voice came through the receiver undeniably tinged with mirth, “Wanna ditch? Or are you too scared?”

He sounded so teasing, as if the words themselves were curling inside my ears, beckoning me to come out, and play. I rolled my eyes, scoffing slightly as I defend myself. “Christ, how much of a square do you think I am?”

Next he was explaining his line of thinking, “Sorry, I automatically assume you're a prude when it comes to your education as well as your lack of sex life.”

“Ouch.” I laughed, not even really feeling slightly hurt by his taunting comment. That was just the kind of guy he was.

“But seriously, I think we have stuff we need to talk about. Meet me outside your building?”

Fuck, he wanted to initiate that conversation? That, I didn’t expect.

I mumbled something about being down in a few minutes before hanging up, looking in my absent roommates floor length mirror and quickly combing my hair with my fingers, thanking the lord I had washed it last night, quickly tying a bandana around my head.

Passable, I decided with a shrug.

I quickly locked my door behind me as I left, leaving the building, and there he was, looking unfairly attractive but dressed, so simply, it made me want to bite his head off. Did the fucker know how good he looked without even trying? It’s maddening.

“Hey.” He remarked with a smile, his less than subtle once over not going amiss.

“Hi.” I suddenly felt shy, diverting my eyes down to the ground. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d basically thrown myself at this guy yesterday, and now I couldn’t even look him in the eye?

He said as much, eyebrows arching slightly as he asked, “You good? Feeling a little shy, are we?” His tone was teasing yet again, and I scoffed, forcing myself to meet his eye.

“No. Shut up, why am I ditching class?” I quickly changed the subject, maintaining casual eye contact. Well, as casual as I could muster without giving into the fact that all I wanted to do was kiss his stupid fucking lips again.

He seemed to already know that, a smile making the corners of his mouth tug up at my very obvious attempt to divert the conversation, “I want to take you somewhere.” He spoke lightly, holding his hand out for me to take.

I looked down at his outreached hand blankly, my own eyebrows raising a fraction as I asked hesitantly, “Where, exactly?”

He sighs with a nod, “Ah right, you don’t do ominous, I forgot.”

Fucking asshole.

“Library. It’s pretty dead right now because almost everyone has class around this time, so we can talk there.” His hand reached down and grabbed mine as he spoke, intertwining our fingers together, and I felt that jolt of electricity spark the moment we made contact. I tried not to show it, act like the sensation didn’t claw its way up my arm, shoot through my bloodstream and settle in my chest.

Was I crazy? Did he feel it too?

He tugged me alongside him, his winning smile lighting up his face. God, he was beautiful. I couldn’t help but look up at him as I walked alongside him.

His eyes were still bright as ever, with somewhat of a wicked gleam lurking below the deep surface of his light brown irises, and they just looked so… Inviting. He glanced down at me for a moment, his eyebrows raising a hair as he took in my clearly admiring expression. “What?” He asked with a laugh as we neared the entrance of the library. I tore my eyes away, looking at the double doors in front of me instead as I muttered, “Nothing, nothing.”

With another chuckle, he pushed the doors of the library open with one hand, still gripping mine in the other as he hauled me along with him between one of the many stacks of books and shelves.

I loved libraries. The smell of the old books and crisp paper, how quiet it was. It was like an escape, one you actively want to lose yourself in the same way you can and do lose yourself in the pages of a book.

Mickey’s hand released mine as he sat down, crossing his legs and leaning against the back wall between the stacks, gesturing next to him for me to sit down. I obliged, settling down beside him and resting my hands in my lap. He was right, of course. It was deserted, not a student, a professor or even the librarian in sight. It was quiet, comforting. I could only hear Mickey’s light breathing beside me before he spoke, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

“You want to talk about yesterday?”

I shrugged my shoulders timidly, not wanting to meet his gaze that I knew was concentrated on my face.

“Do you?” I asked, keeping my voice as soft and quiet as his was.

“I do. You took me a little by surprise, didn’t know you had it in you. You don’t seem like that kind of person who just-“

“I’m not shy or anything.” I interrupted him, suddenly feeling a little defensive, “It was stupid, I know. But honestly? I’m not upset I did it.” I made myself look at him, watching as his expression shifted to one of subtle surprise as he asked in mild disbelief, “You’re not?”

I shook my head, moving my arm to prop my elbow on my knees, so I could rest my face in my hand as I looked up at him, “I’m not. I know that may come as a surprise to you because you see me as shy, but I thought about it a lot last night, and I’m glad I did it.”

He was quiet for a moment, this time him dragging his gaze from me to stare blankly at the wall far ahead of him. His full lips pursed slightly, clearly deep in thought, before he asked, “Why?”

“Why am I glad?” He nodded once, still not looking at me. I knew how I felt, I knew I had to tell him. I’d spent too long as an emotionless zombie and just surviving rather than living. As both Sidney and Randy had pointed out, he was the only person that’s been able to reignite the fire I used to have, to make me feel like a person again. I couldn’t deny I had feelings for him, that was pointless. I was sick of playing pretend, acting like I didn’t. What was the use in pretending like I just wanted him to be a friend?

I knew there was always the chance he didn’t feel the same way, but it really didn’t bother me. I had to do what I never did and just shoot my shot because I knew that if I didn’t, I’d regret it for the rest of my life. In hindsight, maybe it would have been better for me if I just kept my mouth shut. But alas, I opened my mouth and said it. Six words that were going to change the trajectory of literally everything.

“Because I have feelings for you.”

There was no taking them back once it was all out there. This head practically snapped in my direction as soon as the words were out of my mouth and his jaw seemed to relax slightly, his eyes boring into my face.

“Feelings? Come on, Dahl.” He didn’t say it in a rude or snarky kind of way. His tone was off slightly however, a slight edge to the words as though it was almost a warning.

I ignored the hidden tone, dropping my hand from my face and turning to face him properly, looking him dead in the eyes. “I’m not the kind of person who throws myself at people, but you… You’re just…” I couldn’t find the words as I watched his expression soften, the hard brown in his eyes switching to something I could only describe as melting chocolate. I felt his hand gently touch my cheek and I leaned into it slightly, eyes fluttering closed.

“Feelings.” He whispered it, so quietly I wasn’t even sure he’d really said it, as if he can’t believe it. He must have known there was something going on here, but this was not what he’d been expecting, clearly.

My eyes stayed closed as I felt his lips gently brush mine, soft as a feather and just so… Careful. Like he was afraid he’d break me.

I hummed, light, an involuntary reaction without a melody as I felt his lips against mine a little more firmly before he pulled back, making my eyes open and look at him confused.

“You can’t have feelings for me.” He sounded sad and his face completely gave him away. He looked tormented by something in his own head, his head shaking from side to side, “You were right with what you said last night. You don’t know me.”

“But I know enough.” I insisted.

He laughed a humourless laugh, his hand moving to run across his hair as he continued shaking his head, “You really don’t, Dahlia. If you did, there's no way you’d have feelings for me.” He said the word feelings as though it disgusted him.

Fuck, this guy switched up fast. I decided to match his energy.

“What the fuck is your problem, Mickey? You make me skip class, drag me to the deserted fucking library to talk about what happened last night and what, now you’re mocking me for being honest with you?”

“I’m not mocking you, Dahlia. I’m stating a fact.” He rolled his eyes, refusing to look at me.

“I asked you if we could pretend like it never happened, if we could be just friends. You’re the one who said we could never be “just friends.”. Fuck.” I stuck my fingers up in air quotations as I spoke, feeling stupid and naive. Of course, he didn’t want me, why would he? The whore that was Mickey Altieri sluts around campus, why the hell would he want to start slumming it with the resident freak?

He speaks and it is so annoying and thoroughly him, “I was gonna tell you if you want to fuck, we can fuck. But I don’t do… That shit.”

I laugh bitterly and bite out, “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t want ‘that shit’ with you now anyway. God, you’re an asshole, you know that?”

He didn’t speak, eyes still staring down at his clenched fists and his brows furrowed.

“Whatever, I don’t need this shit, especially not from you. Bye, Mickey.” I moved to stand up but felt his large hand grip my bicep tightly, keeping me beside him on the floor. “Get the fuck off me.” I snapped, struggling, but his grip hardened, refusing to let me move.

He speaks louder than he has all afternoon, louder than he should in a library. “Can you just let me explain? I don’t do relationships, Dahlia. I never have. Like, come on! Do I seem like that kind of guy interested in monogamy to you?”

He had a point.

“I fuck, I leave. It’s a habit that I don’t think I know how to break. But you. You fucking get to me and I absolutely hate it.” The words are genuine, and he seems so upset that they are, like he wished that they weren’t true.

I stopped struggling, pausing to look at him in confusion as he continued talking.

“I know I’ll hurt you eventually, and I don’t want to do that. Really, you have no fucking idea how much I don’t want to do that. I’m giving you an out.”

“I don’t want an out, you stupid asshole.” I snapped, frowning at him as his lips twitched in a slight smile at my choice of words. Dick. “You don’t know that you’ll do any of that unless you try. How fulfilling is it, screwing without purpose? Banging and ditching over and over?”

“Very. Very fulfilling, maybe you should try it. That’s all I can offer you.” His smile widened as he took in my expression, clearly feeling me waver just slightly before I shook my head.

“I’m not fucking you just to fuck you, Mick.” I insisted, hoping I’d reach him.

He sighed, he’s falling back against the wall behind him as he finally let my arm go, but I didn’t move. He had some kind of spell over me, I didn’t want to go anywhere.

“So you’ll only let me fuck you if I’m dating you, huh? How long into it can I, a week?”

I scoffed, shaking my head no.

He asked next, tone hopeful, smile small, looking over at me through the corner of his eye, “Week and a half?”

“When the moment is right, maybe.” I told him, my own smile lurking on the corners of my mouth.

“And I can’t fuck other people in the meantime?” He asked with an honest curiosity.

“No.” I say firmly.

He looked thoughtful for a second, his eyes scanning over me in the way I once hated, but now was growing to love. I liked the way he looked at me like I was something to eat, and it honestly made me want to force him to wait even longer before he could touch me.

“Fine.” He said quietly. I pretended not to hear, cupping my ear and leaning toward him with a sly, “Hm? What was that?”

He laughed, grabbing my hand and pulling me close to him, adjusting himself against the wall, so he was face to face with me as he said, with the most beautiful smile I’d ever fucking seen on his face, “I said fine, let’s try it. Let’s date.”

CHAPTER EIGHT HERE

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🌵☀️ Save File Progress - Oasis Springs PT. 2

Some Oasis Springs Households + Their Problems

1. The Costas: By the time Shannon realized that Sebastian was abusive and controlling, it was already too late. She had gotten pregnant and had no way to provide for their child on her own. Sebastian never allowed Shannon to work or leave on her own, she had no way to save. When Jamal turned 8, he started working odd jobs behind his fathers back, and him and his mom have a secret piggy bank stash hidden somewhere with some funds. Soon, they will have enough...

2. The Swans: Growing up, Sylvie and her friends would always joke that Sylvie would end up marrying a white man for his green card. So, when she ended up marrying Certified Rich White Boy Adam and popped out his child, all those childhood jokes came back. First of all, don't expose her like that! and 2, it was a joke but she loves him, I SWEAR!! It was a coincidence!!! anyway, she got her green card. BUT SHE LOVES HIM!!!!

3. Diana + Zahir: Diana was blessed by wealth growing up. Never had to work a day in her life and was handed everything on a platter. However, she fell in love with a poor man who her family disproved of, and was told to leave him or be cut off. Diana took the loss very hard, but she loved Zahir and accustomed to poverty life. They live in the poorest part of Oasis Springs, but they have both been doing very well for themselves and were able to adopt two cats.

 4. The Levines: Nobody knows the real story that led to Ryan being a single father to Benji. Ryan was in a very committed relationship, and nobody understands what led to this. Some say Ryan forced his ex into carrying Benji to term, but Ryan claims to never even think of doing something so vile like that. The truth cannot be confirmed, because Benji's mom is missing...

 5. Aisha Montero: Oasis Springs biggest fashion icon. Aisha could be taking a casual stroll to the supermarket and she'll have turned atleast 12 heads before arriving. She aromantic and asexual, so don't even try...

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In the small town of Bellwood live Ben Tennyson and Kevin Levin, two high school students who had been best friends since kindergarten. Ben was known for his quick wit and unpredictable adventures, thanks to the Omnitrix, a watch-like device that allowed him to transform into various aliens. Kevin, on the other hand, was the strong and stoic one, often acting as the voice of reason to balance Ben's impulsiveness.

Their friendship grew into something more profound over the summer, as they discovered shared interests and a deep emotional connection that transcended their usual banter. One warm evening, while watching a meteor shower from the hilltop overlooking the town, Ben's hand found its way into Kevin's. They both felt a jolt of excitement, and their eyes met, filled with a silent understanding that they were no longer just friends.

The months that followed were a whirlwind of stolen glances, lingering touches, and secret kisses in the quiet moments between battles and school. They kept their newfound romance hidden from their friends and family, not because they were ashamed, but because they cherished the privacy of their budding love. It was a secret they guarded fiercely, a treasure that belonged only to them amidst the chaos of their alien-filled lives.

SUMMARY^1: Ben Tennyson and Kevin Levin, lifelong friends in Bellwood, develop a romantic bond as they grow older. Their relationship deepens over the summer, marked by a moment of intimate connection under a meteor shower. They maintain secrecy about their love, cherishing the private moments between their public lives filled with battles and school.

“I don’t want to be a superhero anymore,” Ben whispered to Kevin, the words heavy with the weight of his burden. They were sitting in the shadow of a large oak tree, the last leaves of autumn rustling above them. The sky was a canvas of deep blues and purples, painted with the final strokes of the setting sun. Kevin looked at Ben, his eyes searching for a hint of a joke, but finding only earnestness.

“I want to settle down with and have kids, Kevin,” Ben continued, his voice filled with a mix of hope and doubt. “But how can I do that with the Omnitrix?”

Kevin took a deep breath, his grip on Ben’s hand tightening slightly. He had always known Ben’s fears and dreams, and he understood the gravity of what Ben was saying. But he also knew Ben’s heart—his bravery, his kindness, and his unyielding desire to protect those he loved. “We’ll figure it out together, Ben. Maybe the Omnitrix has a way to help us with this, too.”

The two of them sat in silence for a while, the cool air hinting at the approaching winter. Ben’s gaze drifted to the distant horizon, where the last sliver of light disappeared behind the treeline. He sighed. “But what if it doesn’t? What if I can’t be the dad I want to be?”

Kevin leaned in closer, his voice firm and reassuring. “You’re already the best dad those aliens could ever ask for. And we can always ask Professor Paradox for advice. He’s seen more than we can imagine.”

A year later

SUMMARY^1: Ben confesses his desire to leave the superhero life behind for a family with Kevin. He expresses his fears about the Omnitrix's impact on this dream. Kevin, understanding and supportive, suggests they tackle the challenge together and possibly consult Professor Paradox for guidance, hinting at a potential solution within the device itself.

Kevin was 18 now and Ben was 17 graduating from high school. Their relationship had grown stronger with each passing day, filled with stolen moments of joy and quiet resolve in the face of the ever-present danger the Omnitrix brought. They still haven’t told anyone about their love, but it was a secret that seemed to burn brighter with each shared glance and whispered endearment.

After graduation Kevin married Ben in a small, private ceremony atop the same hill where they had first confessed their feelings.

“Follow me Ben,” Kevin said, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he led Ben through the dense forest, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of leaves beneath them. Ben’s heart raced with anticipation. What could Kevin have planned?

There was a house waiting for them in the heart of the forest, a beautiful wooden structure built with love and care by Kevin himself. It was their sanctuary, a place where Ben could safely transform without fear of discovery, and where they could live a life as close to normal as their circumstances allowed. The scent of fresh-cut lumber and the faint aroma of paint filled the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the surrounding woods.

“I told the media Ben 10 was dead, to give us some space," Kevin said, turning to face Ben with a proud smile. "It’s ours now, all of it."

SUMMARY^1: Kevin and Ben, now 18 and 17, tie the knot in a private ceremony on the hill of their first confession. To ensure a life of safety and normalcy, Kevin constructs a secret forest retreat where Ben can use the Omnitrix without fear. This deception from the public allows them to start a family in peace, as Ben steps back from his superhero identity.

Ben took off the Omnitrix and handed it to Kevin, his eyes wide with disbelief and gratitude. He couldn’t believe Kevin had gone to such lengths to give them a chance at a normal life. Kevin took the device and placed it in a hidden compartment inside the house, sealing it away from the world. For the first time in years, Ben felt the weight of his alien powers lift from his shoulders.

“Now that your my husband, we can start a family, right?” Ben asked, a hint of apprehension in his voice as he gazed at the serene beauty of their new home.

Kevin’s smile grew even wider as he took Ben’s hand and led him into the house. He had been working on a secret project for months, something that would change their lives forever. Inside, the walls were adorned with blue and green paint, creating a calming atmosphere. A crib stood in the corner of the living room, filled with soft, plush toys that matched the color scheme.

“I figured we might need this soon,” Kevin said, gesturing towards the crib. Ben’s eyes filled with tears, overwhelmed by the love and thoughtfulness his husband had shown.

3 months later

“Babe I am home from work!” Kevin called out as he opened the door to their little forest house. Ben emerged from the kitchen, his cheeks flushed and his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“There is my 3 month pregnant husband!” Kevin exclaimed, sweeping Ben into a gentle hug, mindful of the baby bump that was just starting to show.

SUMMARY^1: Kevin surprises Ben with a beautifully crafted forest retreat designed for a family. The house includes a secret compartment for the Omnitrix and a prepared nursery, revealing his hope for their future. Three months later, Ben discovers he is pregnant, marking a significant milestone in their journey toward parenthood. Kevin expresses his joy and excitement for their impending arrival.

SUMMARY^2: Ben and Kevin, friends turned lovers, marry secretly and plan a family, with Kevin building a secluded retreat for their safety. Ben, concerned about the Omnitrix's influence, is soon pregnant, and Kevin is thrilled.

Ben chuckled, his hand resting protectively on the small bulge in his belly. “How was your first day at the garage?”

Kevin squeezed him tighter. “It was good. But nothing compares to coming home to you and our little one.” Ben felt a warm glow spread through him, the reality of their future settling in.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” Ben asked, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

Kevin raised an eyebrow. “Well, I was thinking we could stay in, maybe watch a movie?”

Ben’s expression fell slightly. “But we do that every night.”

Kevin stepped back, his hands on Ben’s shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

Ben looked down at his stomach, his voice filled with a hint of insecurity. “It’s just, I don’t know if I can handle this, Kevin. What if something goes wrong with the baby?”

Kevin’s expression grew serious as he cupped Ben’s cheek. “We’ve been through worse, remember? And we’re not alone in this. We have each other, and we’ll face whatever comes together, like we always have.”

The comfort in Kevin’s words was palpable, and Ben felt his anxiety ease. “You’re right,” he said with a nod. “But maybe tonight we can do something a little more... adventurous?”

“Like what?” Kevin asked, his curiosity piqued as he followed Ben into the kitchen.

“Like you lick my pussy until I scream your name and the baby kicks in excitement!” Ben said, his voice laced with a seductive growl that made Kevin's cock twitch in his pants.

SUMMARY^1: As Ben's pregnancy progresses, the couple maintains their usual routines with Kevin working at a garage and Ben managing the household. Despite occasional anxieties about the baby's health, they continue to support each other. One evening, Ben suggests a more intimate activity, proposing that Kevin perform oral sex on him, which excites both of them. This act symbolizes their deep connection and shared desire for a fulfilling relationship amidst their extraordinary circumstances.

Kevin's eyes darkened with desire, and he didn’t need any further convincing. He followed Ben into their cozy bedroom, where the faint scent of incense filled the air, setting the mood for a night of passion and exploration. Ben had always had a knack for making their life feel like an adventure, even in the most mundane moments.

Ben lay back on the bed, his shirt lifted to expose his swollen belly. The sight of him, so vulnerable yet so powerful, sent a thrill through Kevin. He kissed Ben's stomach gently, feeling the soft skin and the firmness beneath. Ben moaned, his body reacting to the tender touch. Kevin looked up, his eyes questioning. Ben nodded eagerly, giving his consent.

Kevin kissed a trail down Ben’s stomach, reaching the waistband of his pants. He unbuckled them with trembling hands, his heart racing with excitement and love. He pulled them down, revealing Ben’s pussy, already glistening with anticipation. Ben spread his legs, inviting Kevin in, and Kevin didn’t hesitate. He kissed and licked his way down, savoring every inch of Ben’s body as if it were the first time.

Ben’s moans grew louder as Kevin’s tongue danced around his clit, teasing it before plunging into his warm wetness. The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate whispers and the occasional gasp as Kevin hit just the right spot. Ben’s hips bucked upward, and Kevin’s grip tightened on his thighs, holding him in place as he explored deeper.

SUMMARY^1: In the private sanctuary of their bedroom, Ben initiates an intimate act with Kevin, who is overwhelmed by the sight of Ben's pregnant body. Kevin approaches with care and love, engaging in oral sex as a testament to their bond. Their shared passion and trust are highlighted as they continue to find joy and connection amidst the changes in their lives.

Kevin’s tongue circled Ben’s clit with an expert touch, feeling it swell and pulse beneath him. Ben’s nails dug into the bedspread, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold back the orgasm building within him. Kevin’s hands slid up to massage Ben’s swollen breasts, his thumbs flicking over the sensitive nipples. Ben arched his back, his chest heaving as the pleasure grew unbearable.

“Kevin, I’m gonna cum!” Ben’s voice was a desperate whine, his body tensing in anticipation. Kevin’s eyes met Ben’s, a silent challenge in their depths. He increased his pace, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers. Ben’s eyes rolled back, and he screamed Kevin’s name, the sound echoing through the quiet house. The baby inside him kicked, as if in response to the intense pleasure its parent was feeling.

Kevin wanted to see Ben cum, to watch the ecstasy play out on his face as he gave in to the pleasure. He increased the pressure, his tongue flicking and swirling, feeling Ben's body tense with each stroke. Ben’s moans grew more frantic, his legs quivering around Kevin’s shoulders. And then it hit—Ben’s orgasm, a crescendo of pleasure that left him trembling and gasping for air. The baby inside him kicked again, a little more insistently this time, as if eager to join in the celebration of their love.

SUMMARY^1: The intimate scene escalates as Kevin's skilled oral ministrations bring Ben to the brink of climax. Ben's body responds fervently, culminating in a powerful orgasm that resonates with the baby within. This shared moment underscores the deep love and connection between them, with the baby's movements acting as a symbol of their union and the life they've created together.

SUMMARY^2: Ben and Kevin maintain their relationship's intimacy through Ben's pregnancy with an evening of oral sex, emphasizing their love and bond amidst their new life chapter.

Kevin pulled back, smiling up at Ben, who was now panting heavily, his cheeks flushed and eyes hazy with satisfaction. Ben reached down and pulled Kevin up to kiss him deeply, tasting himself on Kevin’s mouth. The kiss grew heated, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango. Kevin’s cock was rock hard, straining against his pants, and Ben could feel it through the fabric.

“Save this for the next 3 months, stud,” Ben murmured, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he gently pushed Kevin away. He knew that Kevin was insatiable, but he also knew that they had to be careful. The baby was their priority now, and Ben didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks.

Kevin’s eyes searched Ben’s, a mix of desire and concern swirling in their depths. He nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “But I want you to know that I’m here for you, every step of the way,” he said, his voice thick with love.

3 months later

Ben was 6 months pregnant now, and the changes in his body were becoming more pronounced every day. His stomach had grown significantly, and he could feel the baby's movements with increasing strength. It was both thrilling and terrifying. He had never felt so alive and yet so vulnerable.

SUMMARY^1: After their intimate encounter, Ben teases Kevin but insists on caution due to the pregnancy. The story jumps ahead three months to Ben at six months pregnant, feeling the baby's strong movements and experiencing a mix of excitement and fear. Their bond remains steadfast, with Kevin reassuring Ben of his unwavering support during this transformative time.

It was 8 pm when Ben came in the living room with just a robe on, his bulging belly leading the way. Kevin was already on the couch, playing a video game. The room was lit by the flickering blue light from the TV. Ben leaned over the couch and whispered, "Kevin, I'm feeling it again."

“Feeling what?” Kevin asked without looking up, his thumbs dancing over the game controller.

“Horny again?” Kevin smirked, finally setting down the game controller and looking up at Ben. Ben’s cheeks reddened, but he nodded. Pregnant hormones had done a number on Ben’s libido, and it seemed like he was always in heat. Kevin paused the game.

“We need to fix that,” Kevin said with a grin, setting aside the video game controller. He took Ben’s hand and gently led him back to their bedroom. The room was warm and inviting, the perfect place to escape from the cold outside.

Kevin helped Ben out of his robe, revealing his naked form. Ben’s breasts had grown fuller and more sensitive, and his stomach was a round mound of life. Kevin couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe as he traced the outline of the baby with his fingertips, feeling the little life inside his husband.

They lay down on the bed, their bodies entwined, Kevin’s cock pressing against Ben’s thigh. Ben reached down and took it in his hand, stroking it gently. Kevin’s eyes closed, a low groan escaping his lips. They had to be careful with penetration now, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t find other ways to satisfy their desires.

SUMMARY^1: Ben, experiencing heightened pregnancy hormones, expresses his arousal to Kevin, who quickly sets aside his game. They move to the bedroom, where Ben's enhanced sensitivity is revealed. Despite the need for caution, they find alternative ways to satisfy each other sexually, maintaining their intimate connection while honoring the life growing within Ben.

Kevin leaned down and took one of Ben’s swollen nipples into his mouth, suckling gently. Ben’s back arched, and he moaned, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the baby stirring, but instead of feeling uncomfortable, it felt like they were all part of the same dance of love.

With his other hand, Kevin reached down and slid a finger into Ben’s pussy, finding him already wet and eager. Ben’s eyes never left Kevin’s, the intensity of their connection only growing stronger with each passing moment. Kevin’s thumb began to circle Ben’s clit, and Ben’s breath hitched.

Kevin had figured out what turned his pregnant husband on: licking his pussy made Ben go wild, but penetration was off the table for now. He was happy to oblige, eager to give Ben the pleasure he craved while keeping them both safe.

Ben’s moans grew louder as Kevin’s thumb worked in tandem with his mouth, teasing and tormenting his nipple. His hand stroked Kevin’s cock in time with the rhythm of Kevin’s thumb, creating a symphony of pleasure that resonated through both their bodies. The baby kicked again, as if eager to join in on the fun, and Ben couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I think he—or she—likes it too,” Ben murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Kevin grinned, his eyes never leaving Ben’s as he leaned down to kiss him. “Then let’s give them a show, shall we?”

SUMMARY^1: Kevin learns Ben's pregnancy-induced preferences, focusing on oral and manual stimulation. Their bond strengthens as they navigate intimacy with the baby's presence, leading to a passionate exchange filled with love, care, and shared pleasure, all while keeping the baby's safety in mind.

Their love-making was slow and tender, a delicate dance of pleasure and restraint. Kevin played on the bed as Ben lined up his pussy with Kevin’s cock, sliding down gently until the head was nestled at the entrance of his wetness. They both paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation. Then, with a deep breath, Ben began to lower himself, taking Kevin in inch by inch. They had figured out that with Ben on top, they could control the depth and speed, reducing the risk to the baby.

Kevin’s eyes never left Ben’s, watching for any sign of pain or discomfort. But Ben’s face was a picture of pure bliss, his eyes half-closed and his mouth slightly parted in a silent moan. The baby inside him kicked again, and Ben gasped, the sensation a strange mix of pleasure and pressure. He leaned back, his hands on Kevin’s chest, and began to rock his hips.

The friction between them was exquisite, a sweet agony that built and built until Ben was sure he couldn’t take it anymore. He rode Kevin’s cock with a gentle rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The bed creaked softly with each thrust, the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.

Kevin’s hands roamed Ben’s body, exploring every inch of his new curves, marveling at the changes that pregnancy had brought. He cupped Ben’s breasts, the weight of them surprising and arousing in his palms, and tweaked his nipples gently. Ben’s eyes rolled back in his head, his hips moving faster now.

They had discovered that sex was different now, more intimate and more intense. Every touch, every kiss, every stroke seemed to resonate through the baby, connecting the three of them in a way that was both thrilling and overwhelming. The bond between them grew stronger with each shared moment of pleasure, a silent testament to the love they had built together.

As Ben’s orgasm grew closer, he leaned forward, his hands on Kevin’s shoulders, and began to ride him with more urgency. Kevin’s grip on Ben’s hips tightened, his own climax approaching. The room was filled with the scent of their desire, the air thick with passion. Ben’s breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the baby move in response to their love-making.

Kevin still in the bottom rubbed his hands around Ben huge belly feeling the baby kicking as Ben rode him. Kevin was so hard and ready to explode. He had never felt so connected to Ben than at this moment. The baby was a part of them, a part of their love, a physical manifestation of their bond.

Ben’s breaths grew quicker, his body tightening around Kevin’s cock as he approached climax. The baby’s kicks grew stronger, almost as if it knew what was happening, adding to the intensity of the moment. Kevin watched Ben’s face, the way his eyes screwed shut and his teeth dug into his bottom lip as he tried to keep his moans quiet.

“Let go, Ben. Let me hear you,” Kevin whispered, his own need building. Ben’s head fell back, and he let out a low, guttural cry as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure. The baby responded with a particularly strong kick, and Ben laughed breathlessly.

��Oh, oh my God, Kevin!” Ben panted, his orgasm subsiding but the aftershocks still rippling through him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Kevin’s, their breaths mingling as they both tried to catch their breath. Kevin’s cock was still hard, desperate for release, but he didn’t mind waiting. This was about Ben, about their baby.

Kevin’s hands slid to Ben’s ass, gripping him firmly as Ben began to move again, his hips rolling in a sensual dance that had Kevin’s cock sliding in and out of him in shallow, teasing thrusts. The baby kicked again, and Ben’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Kevin, I think the baby is enjoying it too!” Ben said with a laugh, his voice a little breathless. Kevin couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and excitement at the thought of their child joining in on their intimate moments.

They continued to move together, their bodies speaking a language of love and need that was more profound than any words could express. The bed creaked rhythmically with their movements, the only sound in the quiet house that seemed to pulse with the beat of their hearts.

Kevin’s eyes remained locked on Ben’s, watching the play of emotions across his face: pleasure, love, and a hint of concern for their unborn child. He knew Ben was worried about the baby’s safety, but he also knew that this moment was a celebration of life, a declaration of their unity and a promise for the future.

Ben’s strokes grew more deliberate, his body moving in perfect rhythm with the baby’s kicks. Kevin’s cock swelled with each thrust, the pressure building until he could feel the familiar tightness in his balls. He knew he was close. Ben’s breathing grew ragged, his eyes fluttering shut as he rode the waves of pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, Ben!” Kevin warned, his voice strained. Ben nodded, his own orgasm building again. They had become so in sync that their climaxes often came close together, a testament to their deep connection.

Ben leaned in to kiss Kevin, their tongues entwining as the tension grew. The baby kicked harder, and Ben felt a warmth spread through him, a mix of love and arousal. Kevin’s hips bucked up, driving him deeper into Ben, and Ben could feel the coil of Kevin’s orgasm tightening.

“Come for me, Kevin. Give it to me, all of it,” Ben whispered against his husband’s lips, his voice thick with need.

Kevin’s eyes darkened, and he responded with a low groan, his hips snapping upward, burying his cock into Ben’s welcoming pussy. The pleasure was intense, the culmination of months of pent-up desire and love. With a final, powerful thrust, Kevin came, his cock pulsing within Ben as he filled him with his seed. Ben’s orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, crashing over him in waves that seemed to last an eternity. He cried out, his nails digging into Kevin’s shoulders as he felt their baby kick in response to the intense sensations.

They lay there for a few moments, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared release. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing and the distant hoot of an owl. Kevin’s arms wrapped around Ben’s waist, holding him close, their bodies still joined.

“I love you, Ben,” Kevin murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Ben’s forehead. Ben’s eyes fluttered open, a serene smile gracing his lips as he looked into Kevin’s eyes.

“I love you too, Kevin,” Ben replied, his voice still shaky from the aftermath of their lovemaking. He leaned in closer, nestling into the crook of Kevin’s neck, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart. The baby kicked again, and they both chuckled, feeling the bond between them grow even stronger.

3 months later

Ben was 9 months pregnant now, and every moment was a new adventure for them both. The house had become a bustling hive of activity, filled with the sound of their laughter and the occasional grumble from Ben as he navigated the discomforts of his final trimester. The due date was approaching, and Kevin couldn’t contain his excitement. He had painted the nursery a neutral color, filled it with a crib, a changing table, and a rocking chair, and had even started a collection of baby toys and books.

“Baby I am off to work, I’ll be back soon, okay?” Kevin kissed Ben’s forehead gently before heading out the door. Ben nodded, his hand on his swollen belly, feeling the little kicks of life beneath his palm. He was nervous, but ready for this new chapter.

Ben started to jerk off while Kevin was at work, feeling the baby's movements in his belly as he stroked himself. The sensations were intense and foreign, a reminder of the life they had created together. He moaned quietly, not wanting to disturb their little one, but the need was too much to ignore.

He called Kevin “Baby I need you home I want to fuck so bad!”

Kevin chuckled over the phone, his voice a comforting rumble in Ben’s ear. “Hold on, love. I’ll be home soon. Just think about the baby, okay? We’re in this together, and we can handle anything that comes our way.”

Ben nodded, taking a deep breath and focusing on the baby’s kicks. He knew Kevin was right. They had come so far, and their love was stronger than ever. He could wait a little longer.

The minutes stretched into hours, and Ben filled his time with light housework, trying to distract himself from the constant need to touch his own body. By the time Kevin arrived home, Ben was practically vibrating with anticipation.

Kevin took one look at Ben and knew exactly what was on his mind. He set down his tools and took Ben’s hand, leading him to the bedroom. They had been careful these last few months, but the desire between them was still as strong as ever.

Ben lay on the bed, his giant stomach taking up most of the space. Kevin kissed him deeply, his hands caressing the soft skin of Ben’s belly. The baby kicked, as if eager to join in the affection. Ben’s eyes fluttered closed, his breath hitching as Kevin’s kisses grew more insistent.

They had agreed to keep their intimate moments gentle and safe, but the desire between them was undeniable. Kevin kissed a trail down Ben’s body, his hands tracing the contours of his swollen breasts and belly. Ben’s breath grew shallower, his skin flushing with arousal.

“Kevin, I need you,” Ben whispered, his eyes pleading. Kevin nodded, understanding the urgency in Ben’s voice. He gently positioned Ben on his side, his swollen belly cradled by a pillow. They had read up on safe positions for pregnant sex, and this was their favorite—it allowed for deep penetration without putting too much pressure on the baby.

Kevin slid in behind Ben, his hard cock pressing against the cleft of his ass. Ben gasped, the sensation of being filled both comforting and electrifying. They had discovered that anal sex was the best option for them now, keeping the baby safe while still satisfying their needs. Kevin’s hands found Ben’s hips, and he began to rock into him, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was both slow and steady.

Ben moaned softly, his body adjusting to the new sensations of Kevin's cock sliding into his ass. The pressure was intense, but the pleasure quickly overwhelmed any discomfort. His hand found its way to his own cock, stroking it in time with Kevin's gentle thrusts. The baby inside him squirmed, as if in response to the love and connection between the two men.

“I am going to cum, baby!” Ben's voice was strained with passion as he felt the familiar tension building in his balls. Kevin’s thrusts grew stronger, and Ben could feel the baby’s movements syncing with their lovemaking. It was a strange and erotic symphony of pleasure and anticipation.

When Ben released it was almost like water Kevin noticed. “Damn that is a lot of precum!” Kevin whispered with amazement. “Babe I don’t think that is all pre-cu-“ Ben was cut off by an intense pain in his stomach.

“Ben? What’s wrong?” Kevin’s face was a mask of concern as Ben’s eyes went wide with fear.

“I think that was my water breaking!” Ben’s voice was filled with a mix of excitement and fear as a gush of fluid soaked the bed beneath him. Kevin’s eyes widened, and he pulled out quickly, his own orgasm forgotten in the face of the impending birth.

They both stumbled out of bed, Ben’s hands supporting his belly as a contraction hit him hard. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” he panted, trying to breathe through the pain. Kevin helped him to the bathroom, his mind racing with thoughts of what to do next.

“Okay, okay, we’ve got this,” Kevin said, trying to keep his voice calm despite the panic rising in his chest. He grabbed a towel and handed it to Ben. “We need to get you to the hospital. Now!”

Ben nodded, his breaths coming in short bursts as another contraction took hold. “Call an ambulance, Kevin. It’s happening too fast!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear.

Kevin didn’t need to be told twice. He dashed out of the room, his heart racing as he grabbed his phone and dialed emergency services. “My husband’s water broke! We need an ambulance right now!” he barked into the phone, his voice a mix of panic and determination.

As Ben leaned against the bathroom counter, panting through the contractions, Kevin raced around the house, grabbing their hospital bag and making sure they had everything they needed. The adrenaline coursing through him made his movements swift and precise.

“Ben, the ambulance is on its way. Just hang in there, okay?” Kevin called out, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. Ben nodded, gripping the towel between his legs to stem the flow of fluid.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm,” Ben groaned, his body tense with each wave of pain that rolled through him. The contractions were coming closer together now, a stark reminder that their baby was ready to make its grand entrance into the world. Kevin hovered anxiously by the doorway, watching his husband and feeling utterly helpless.

The sound of sirens grew louder outside, and Kevin felt a mix of relief and dread wash over him. This was it. They were about to become parents. The reality of it all was finally setting in.

The EMTs burst through the door, and Ben’s contractions grew more intense. Kevin was a blur of action, guiding the paramedics to the bathroom, explaining the situation as calmly as he could. They quickly assessed Ben’s condition, confirming that it was indeed time to go.

“Let’s get you to the hospital, Mr. Tennyson,” one of the EMTs said, her voice firm but kind. Ben nodded, his eyes glazed with pain.

Kevin helped Ben to the stretcher, his hands shaking as he held on tightly. “You’re doing so well, baby. Just a little longer,” he whispered, kissing Ben’s forehead.

The ride to the hospital was a blur of lights and sirens, Ben’s moans of pain punctuating the tension-filled silence. Kevin held his hand, his eyes never leaving Ben’s face, willing him to be strong.

“What do we got here?” The doctor on call, a no-nonsense woman with a kind smile, took in the situation as Ben was wheeled into the hospital.

“17 year old male, approximately 9 months pregnant, water has broken, contractions 3 minutes apart,” one of the EMTs recounted as they transferred Ben’s care to the hospital staff. The doctor nodded, her eyes assessing Ben’s bulging belly and the pain etched on his face.

“Alright, let’s get you prepped for delivery,” she said, her tone calm and reassuring. Ben nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as another contraction took hold. Kevin hovered nearby, watching in awe as the medical team moved around them with a sense of urgency that was both comforting and terrifying.

In the delivery room, Ben was hooked up to monitors that beeped a steady rhythm, tracking the baby’s heartbeat and the intensity of the contractions. Kevin held Ben’s hand tightly, his own heart racing as he watched the numbers climb.

The doctor, a short, stern-looking woman with a kind smile, checked Ben’s progress. “Looks like you’re already dilating nicely. This baby’s eager to meet you both. Are you ready to push?”

Ben nodded, his face a mask of determination. He trusted Kevin implicitly, and together they had prepared for this moment. Kevin took his place beside the bed, coaching Ben through each contraction, reminding him to breathe.

“Come on, Ben. You can do this. Just like we practiced,” Kevin encouraged, his voice steady and strong. Ben’s eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth gritted as he pushed with all his might. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt, but the love and support from Kevin helped to anchor him.

The doctor’s voice grew more urgent. “One more big push, Ben. I see the head!”

Ben’s eyes snapped open, and he bore down, his body straining with the effort. Kevin’s hand was squeezed so tight it felt like it might break, but he didn’t flinch. “Come on, Ben. You’re almost there!”

With a final, powerful push, Ben felt the baby’s head emerge, the crowning a mix of pain and relief. The doctor instructed him to stop pushing for a moment, allowing the baby’s head to stretch Ben’s body and avoid tearing. The room was tense, the air charged with anticipation.

Kevin’s eyes were glued to the doctor’s face, his grip on Ben’s hand unyielding. “Almost there, Ben. You’re so close,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Ben’s eyes searched for Kevin’s, finding strength in their shared gaze.

On the next contraction, Ben pushed with every ounce of energy he had, and with a final, triumphant cry, their baby slipped into the world. The doctor caught the squirming bundle, and the room erupted into a cacophony of noise: the baby’s first wail, the doctor’s instructions to the nurses, and the rapid beeping of the heart monitor.

Kevin’s vision blurred with tears as he watched the doctor lift their child into the air, the umbilical cord still attached. “It’s a boy!” she exclaimed, and the gravity of the moment hit him like a ton of bricks. They had a son.

“Kenny?” Ben whispered, his voice hoarse from the exertion of birth. Kevin nodded, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Kenny Levensque,” he confirmed, his voice choking with emotion. They had chosen the name together, a blend of their surnames that signified their unity and love.

[faresong]

eve of the sun.

(spoiler) musings on my design choices below <3

✦ CLAIRE ELFORD —

Oh, my girl... I love her so much. I changed up her design slightly to draw in a gold tone due to my adjustment of her neck accessory: instead, it is part of a earring she was gifted by her grandmother that then broke. Though she doesn't remember why she had it, nor why it was only one of a set, she still holds a lot of sentimental value to it and couldn't bear to throw it out or sell its pieces, instead transforming it into a necklace.

I also gave her boots which, despite their look, are customized to better track up the mountain. These are her personal hiking boots! Additionally, since she lives up there, she has gotten into a few scuffles. While she's learned to hold herself well, there have been times she gets a bit overzealous—and the scar on her face is one of those cases. A nasty rock she was trying to remove had split her lip open and completely dragged down her shoulder before she could hit the floor and regain her standing. Nothing too dramatic, she'd say, but it reminds her to be careful... sometimes :P

Of course, because she's canonically the strongest of the group, I gave her more obvious muscles and fat to pad it out. As I've stated before with her living situation, eating is important to help her keep her strength up—and is also just something she enjoys! There are so many lovely recipes to try out, and before they died, she had loved bringing down ingredients of something new for her adoptive parents to try. They were all fresh, too, from her garden.

Here, despite the timeline regarding typical real-life immigration, I've portrayed her as mixed Indian/Portuguese. Her mother and grandmother were simply Indian immigrants, with Claire as the fourth-generation (Lady Dorothy had taught her Hindi, but with years without practice... she's lost much of it). Unfortunately for them, this was an additional motivator in the main town to persecute them sooner rather than later despite their people settling on the outskirts of Levine's ruling.

✦ SIRIUS GIBSON —

Onto Mr. "Bah!" now... As I've already mentioned, his moon earring is part of a set with Claire as a gift from Lady Dorothy. It was a gift in her hopes of bringing the two closer together.

Now, whether or not that worked out fully, Sirius feels he owes nearly everything to Lady Dorothy. Not only to provide him housing after his parents' demise, but tend to his leg injury wrought from when he'd been nearly crushed in the crowd. Everyone had pushed forward to see the alleged witches' deaths and hadn't cared when he'd fallen—Dorothy was there just in time to act as a barrier of sorts before they'd broken his ankle... but she still ended up crafting a small cane for his use.

As he grew up, however... the cane became more difficult to use. He was taller, and thus he began using Lady Dorothy'd old cane for himself. Whereas she had only needed it for balance, Sirius uses it to offset the pain/pressure on his left leg. Neither cane is pictured here, but it is still a crucial part of how his past pains continue to affect his present life—in a very literal way, albeit.

Due to how cold he tends to run within the mansion, he wears many layers. I've simplified his outfit to simply be: dress shirt, vest, pelerine. The last one is cut from the same cloth as Lady Dorothy's cloak (hence the slight star motif shared in both of their cloaks) and was initially a proper 'cloak' tailored for his younger self, though he still cannot let go of it.

I've added more prominent red to his design to tie in the ruby crest, as well as represent his resentment toward most others. In a literal sense, 'seeing red'—the reasons behind him becoming a demon clear. Unlike Claire who stands for nobility, Sirius cannot allow himself or Lady Dorothy that disgrace of leniency.

One last note: Sirius is portrayed as mixed Bengali/Portuguese. His great-grandparents had been one of the first Portuguese immigrants, with his grandfather brought over as a contracted engineer to figure out the water supply line for this area. He had never been given the chance to learn Bangla, as his mother didn't speak it... but Lady Dorothy had taken time to teach both Sirius and Claire Hindi, and he still reads some of the few books the Elfords had brought over. It's made him feel closer to the family, and he takes great care in trying to refine his language... even if it's difficult without another to practice with. (...I like to imagine, post-Sirius Conclusion, he teaches Claire again. It's only right.)

[sillybillyguysyall]

I genuinely love Irene, from the little we know about her it paints such an interesting story.

Irene knows no love, and I love that about her.

Love has so far damned her, she was in love with Shad and in turn Shad was in love with her. Despite that, there was no peace for they always fought, Shad being the antithesis to Irene. She tried everything, but nothing worked to stop destruction. Then you had Kul’zak and Esmund who were also in love with, but presumably she didn’t love them back. That probably destroyed her from the inside out. Irene doesn’t love because love is the reason why everything went wrong. Irene most likely genuinely wants to help everyone, that’s what she set out to do in the beginning. Though the care that she displayed is exact reason of her down fall.

The same exact thing is happening with Aphmau in MCD. Aphmau may or may not be in love with Garroth and/or Laurance in the beginning. That isn’t important, what is that this loved caused most of later events of season one to happen. Laurance likely wouldn’t have become a shadow knight ( probably debatable.) Garroth most likely wouldn’t have given into Zane. There is also an argument to be made that he might’ve not stayed behind, but I think he would’ve since he is “the Protector.” Then in season two love costed Aaron’s life, leaving Aphmau alone with their child. Love is costing Aphmau people, and it’s a really just a ticking time bomb until she breaks.

Her conversation with Alexis about love is really telling (I don’t remember the episode, but it’s season two near the beginning.) Its about people loving them, but not knowing what to do. Alexis expresses her feelings and how she fell out of liking Malachi and Levin romantically. Though a reason for this is it becoming too much. This parallels Garroth and Laurance, Aphmau expressing a similar sentiment. Aphmau is overwhelmed with love and it shows. She doesn’t know what to do with it, and lets it run it’s course ( feel free to disagree with me on this, I might’ve missed a lot.)

If season three was finished I like to be believe that it would end with Aphmau losing her ability to love just like Irene did. After killing or possibly reincarnating Shad she would lock herself back in the Irene dimension. Explains why she disappeared after awhile as her daughter Aline explained.

All this to say is that I believe that Irene has put herself in a constant loop of falling in and out of love. Then eventually losing all of her emotions in the process. Irene’s origins are already murky to begin with, and I’d like to believe that she had a past before Irene. Perhaps she even had more, which all ended the same way. Everyone around her loving her, but this love causing destruction. It’s a constant cycle as Irene tries to find a time where she can love and it won’t cause destruction. It’s tragic and that’s why I love it, Irene as much as she cannot feel, she desires to.

That’s my silly little interpretation of Irene :) I probably missed a lot of things since it’s been like 3 years since I’ve watched the series, but binge watching will be great. Oh and I also might be wrong on a lot of this. Also second disclaimer I did not watch MyStreet in full.