#Oh wow this was actually hard to choose 😅

[destinyc1020]

My Movie Review: "Wicked"

Overall:

What can I say? "Wicked" was AMAAAAZING!!! 😁👏🏾

Seriously, for me, this was one of the best films of 2024, hands down! It was fun, it was entertaining, it was funny, the music and dancing was on point, the acting was great, there weren't any weak links in the cast at all. It really was a well-done film. 😁 I had a smile on my face the entire time!! ☺️

*Disclaimer... I'm a HUGE fan of musicals just in general, and I've been a fan of the music from "Wicked" for at least 10 years lol, so if you aren't a fan of the musical, OR, you just don't like singing and dancing in movies to move along the plot, then you might not like this film that much. 😄 There is a LOT of singing lol.

First off, the cast:

Ariana Grande... oh my gosh.... I know she's been getting a lot of flack in the media for her "method acting" and "Glinda Voice" 🙄, but honestly, she came to do what she had to do! She played Glinda/Galinda perfectly. 👌🏾 She was funny, eye-roll worthy (in a GOOD way! Lol. 😅), so extra lol, and her voice... lawwwd her VOICE!!! Amazing!! 👏🏾 I knew with just the opening number that this movie was going to gag me lol. I knew she was going to eat with this role just with that opening number alone.

Cynthia Erivo.... Cynthia Cynthia Cynthia!!!! 👏🏾 My goodness, Cynthia knocked this role out of the park!! You hear me? First of all, I didn't even know she had pipes like that until I saw this movie! 😄😅 I knew she did theater plays, but didn't know she could sing! Wow! She was simply amazing in this role. I was blown away. You feel for her as Elphaba. She's incredibly likable, and you can understand where she's coming from. 🥹 There were a couple of very moving parts that had me getting a little teary-eyed throughout the film.

All I'll say is that "Wicked" is what you get when you choose actors for roles who can actually SING, and not just popular actors who may have a large following, but don't actually have any real vocal talent or singing/musical background... 👀

Jonathan Bailey.... My man Jonathan Bailey was a really nice addition to this cast. 😊 He was funny, charming, and witty. I also had no idea he knew how to move like that! 😅🤣 I was throughly impressed! 👏🏾 He was also very nice eye-candy throughout. Lawwwd that man is so beautiful it's a sin lol. 🔥🥵

Michelle Yeoh... Always a favorite of mine, Michelle stands out in her role. She is an awesome actress, and she doesn't disappoint. She knows how to throw shade in only the way Michelle Yeoh can, while still maintaining the very classy grace and elegance of her character lol. 🤭🤭

Cons

Honestly? I can't really think of any cons....except for some false advertising, but that's a topic for another day.... 👀

Overall.... The entire cast and crew did an awesome job on this film. I've already seen it TWICE, that's how much I enjoyed it! 😁👏🏾 I still have the songs stuck in my head. You can tell just how HARD the whole cast, crew, singers, dancers, etc all worked on this film. It was very VERY well done imo.

Definitely HIGHLY recommend! (Especially if you're a fan of musicals! 😁)

My Score: 10/10 😊👍🏾

[welcome-to-oslov]

Malsha memoirs! 🤯😱

Now I know how Oslov Unraveled's epilogue ends:

Tilrey on that long-awaited happy nature-filled vacation in Harbourer with those who love him most, out in a meadow on a picnic one beautiful late summer day - Gersha, Ceill, Mom, Janta, Dal, Bror enjoying time with him - and then: from out of the woods a mysterious Harbourer approaches, hands him a thick bound manuscript.

Malsha's memoirs.

Written before & after he last saw Tilrey 20 years ago.

Malsha's life story, his philosophies, his errors and his victories. His thoughts about Tilrey, past and future.

Can't you just see Tilrey's face, Gersha's face, Mom's face as they realize what these papers are?! 🤬💔😭

I think Tilrey would want to choose not to read it. But could he?

He's only recently gotten free of Malsha's voice in his head after decades of not believing he's his own person.

Now, holding that damn voice in his hands -- including its distorted and disorienting view of him.

Could he stick to his refusal? Can he stop Malsha from invading his world again, now?

....fade to black. And thus we end this spectacular series, setting viewers/readers up to wonder if maybe this universe and its stories aren't over after all ;) 💕

Oh wow, don’t give me ideas! 🥰😅 I love this scenario. But now I want to know what would be in the memoirs! Malsha has always been pretty self-aware in his way, so what if … he actually said something that validated Tilrey in some way? That made him feel free? I can see Malsha admitting that he messed with Tilrey’s head because he could, but of course he actually knows that Tilrey is smart, capable, full of potential, etc. Sort of a “go forth and spread your wings” send-off from Malsha.

But even the most validating account of events would still be in Malsha’s voice, so it would still make Tilrey feel shitty on some level. He doesn’t want to be validated by Malsha. Yet he does! Maybe he should dump the memoirs in the lake. But it would be so hard!! If nothing else, the memoirs would contain a lot of political savvy, and Tilrey needs that for his new power position. That might be his excuse to read them. (But he shouldn’t!! 😟🙃)

[zzencat]

Hello, sorry for the late feedback because whenever I was planning on doing it, I forgot immediately 😭😭 I’m Leo sun, initial MP with 🪼🌊 emojis. Thank you for doing readings for me and other lovely people too! You are so hard-working and I appreciate you for that 🤟🏻 As always your readings resonate with me too well dear, I have no complaint 😔 I always want a career that provides a good amount of money, and STILL have time for myself, and freedom too, so I am studying my ass off. Although I’m not a fan of strict workplaces, I do think of being a celebrity (k-pop industry 💀 it’s strict af and i’m delusional about it) and I would still try out for it (who knows lmao) I mean I would love to follow my passion ;) About my future spouse, WOW, because I have been reading pick-a-card and somehow almost readings I chose saying that mine will have A LOT fire placements (with a hint of earth to ground those fire down) I love it when you say my fo might be a clown 😭 idk if it’s about me because I also have a lot of fire placements (prominent) but I guess we will have to wait until then 🫶🏻 And for the third question, dear I must say there’s an ENTP that I think they have no good intentions, and sometimes I just don’t believe in my intuition (bc it’s ass my intuition isn’t that great) so I gotta need reassurance from Teddy 🤷🏻‍♀️ I definitely won’t let my guard down Teddy I believe in you 💪🏻

P/s: I don’t wear high heels but thank you for saying my reading was quite a pack 🫂

Much love to you Teddy. I wish nothing but the best for you (you are now my favorite reader here, and i also love every other tarot readers too, you guys are doing such a powerful job)

jsfkljdsjsd welcome MP!! 😂😂 i really really appreciate this fam you have no idea. very fuckin heartfelt man…and im glad you resonate with some of my stuff! that’s awesome!! oh god yup…😅 ik what you mean by the idol stuff (that was me like 6 years ago 😮‍💨 here’s a lil bit you never asked for: i had the chance to audition for sm in person but i pussied out the day before 😭 i’d have preferred jype but SM are trendsetters and they know how to market well enough) BUT are you planning to audition soon? what companies do/did you have in mind?

oh hell yeah!! i know you’re gonna do great in whatever profession you choose! your perseverance stuck out to me a lot in the reading so i felt reassured enough hahah! yk i’ve never had a bad experience with a leo in my entire life. an actual fact. i love you guys truly. yuhhh my fav sign 😎👊

BUUUT thank you for stopping by and leaving such a wonderful message man i…..i can’t say much more than thank you. it’s fun to be learning more about tarot every time and doing the pacs n readings. gets the brain goin hahah THANK YOU MP much love and power to ya!

[thekinkyleopard]

Interview with an OC

Starring: Blythe Nevrin

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted an interview! (I’m not procrastinating YOU ARE!) but today I have blessed you all with a short interview from my very favorite Succubus lesbian~ Blythe!

“Welcome to the blog today, Blythe! Nice to see you on this fine Thursday evening!”

“Hello, yes, it’s quite nice to have the spot light for once!”

“I can imagine! So instead of wasting everyone’s time like I tend to, let’s get into the questions! First off, Blythe, what emotion would you say is the hardest for you to deal with?”

“Oh man, probably anger…actually definitely anger, I have a tendency to uh…overreact since becoming a servant of Lucifer…I can act angrily on impulse; like the time I turned someone into a mushroom for stealing from me, 😅”

“Wow! That is pretty impulsive! I appreciate the honesty that takes guts….next question, would you say that you’re a good liar?”

“Oh duh! I work for Satan, that’s kind of a key ingredient to getting shit done in this line of work, 😏” she scoffs rolling her eyes a bit at the question.

“You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking on that one! Would you say you’re confident ? That you have a high self esteem?”

“Well, again by my affliction to the hells, as a succubus it’s almost impossible for me to think that Im NOT the bees fuckin knees…I mean, I’d certainly fuck me, if that’s an answer,”

“It is, and that makes a lot of sense! Do you have any kids or do you want kids?”

“I’ve never, really thought about it? I suppose if Freya wished to be a parent, then I’d be happy to do that with her but otherwise I’ve always just been content with the two of us,” she shrugs gently answering earnestly.

“Not everyone cares whether they become parents or not so I can respect your point of view. It can be hard! Do you have any hidden talents?”

“I can….turn my tongue into a taco? See watch,” she proceeds to fold her tongue and stick it out. She wiggles her eyebrows as if to impress. “See? Neat huh?” She smirks sitting back in her chair folding her arms over her chest with Bravado.

“Very neat! I appreciate you coming by today to indulge these few questions! Hope to have more for you next time!”

“It was my pleasure, thanks for choosing me~”

Til next time! Thanks for reading 🫶🏻🥰

[northerngoshawk]

I'm enjoying the fanfic FMK questions, so here's one for you! Would you write, read, or delete from existence the following tags (as always, if you have a WIP for any of them, please feel free to talk about it!): Genfic, whump, crossover au?

wow, your ffwf ask is truly unique ocean. all the same... why you gotta make me choose 😭

write: probably crossover aus. it's fun when i'm the one writing them, but i honestly don't trust anyone else to do the same premise correctly 😅 im a bit of a control freak in that if it isn't the exact vision in my head i go "hm."

read: genfic! genfic, genfic, genfic my beloved. i love reading introspection and exploring other characters' relationships outside of shipping and getting into found family. UGH. so good

delete: whump. may come as a surprise to some people, since im a notorious whumper (still am, a lil bit), but honestly the lesser of the three i could (probably) live without. it's fun when whump actually has meaning, but when it's whump for the sake of whump then it's bleh >.<

as far as wips go...

write: my demon slayer x atla fic The Last Wind-Breather, which is basically the atla characters as demon slayers in the atla world. i have not touched this thing in so long (i think i was almost done with the second chapter actually). might just finish and post the second chapter and not come back to this for some time. im done with atla for a while.

read: i don't really have any gen fic wips in the works right now? i mean, i do have my fix-it video game fic that i just posted like two days ago, i labeled it as gen under the strictest description that there isn't gonna be many, if any, romantic relationships in here since the main focus is gonna be plot and character development. altho the friendships go hard ngl. eh, i'll just post this here in case anyone's interested.

delete: ugh, honestly my aang dies in a thousand timeline and lives in one fic. i mean the idea was great, but looking back on the execution... meh. i think i might've tried too hard. oh well, i'll still keep it up cuz my ideology is to never delete my fics. still tho.

thanks for the ask, ocean!

[twilightarc-gm]

For the recent writing ask game, I'd love to know your thoughts about 10, 12, 13, 23, 30, 49! Or if that's too many feel free to just pick a couple, I'm not sure if there's supposed to be a limit per ask!

Hello my dear mutual and fellow Jiang Cheng enjoyer! 💜💜💜

Okay but seriously how funny would that be to get an ask and they're like "1-50 pls" on a lark? 😂

Thank you so much for playing, btw, very exciting! 🤗

10. How do you decide what to write?

As in, how do I decide what's going to be a WIP and what just stays a daydream: The more niche it is the more likely I will end up writing it because I write stories for me. So, Top Priority of getting me fed is to write the stories I want to see. I check the relevant tags on Ao3, see there's like... nothing for my idea, despair, then open LibreOffice.

As in how do I decide which WIP to work on? Literally I use the carl-bot /choose function on any Discord server that has it. 😂😂 As long as I am writing something, that's good enough.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

🤔 Hmm based on the fanlore.org site I think a trope I once was meh about that I have come to like is Genderbend. But then I tried writing a bit of it and decided I liked some things about it after all. 😅

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

😓 Oof yeah, you know, I used to be cool with hatesex/enemyslash tropes but somewhere along the line I got real boring, and decided I have way more fun if the characters actually like each other on an emotional level, even if they're hard pressed to admit it. Now it just squicks me out to see it, or any pairing where I can't conceive of a canon-verse way for it to happen that wouldn't just be hatesex/enemyslash.

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

One day I will write a casefic! I don't even have a WIP for it but ONE DAY it will happen and it will be SHORT and FUN and I WILL NOT spend 40k+ on it. 😤😤😤

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

🙃 Haaaaa... well... my comfort zone is long format fic heavy in description, action, plot, world building. Outside of that is... snappy dialogue, humor, short fic. I think the closest I came to outside my comfort zone is my chengxuan fic at 9.2k words but the dialogue isn't that interesting. I also have my recently scrapped WIP "Cringe Fic" (referenced in question 12) that was me working through writing a bunch of tags/tropes I otherwise can't read, to see if I can write it in a way I would like to read.

Writing the chengxuan one-shot didn't really do anything for me besides get me started publishing for the MDZS fandom. It was a fluke, in my opinion.

Cringe Fic had the bonus of expanding the base of ideas I am willing to try and write for, e.g. genderbend.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

🙄 Okay so don't laugh (you can laugh), but as it turns out, I am writing a genderbend that I actually intend to publish when it's done. I noticed that there are only 24 works for Female Mò Xuányǔ tag, 19 of which are wang/xian. None of which are chengxian. I always wanted to explore canon Wei Wuxian actually experiencing dysphoria in his new body and making Mo Xuanyu female I feel will heighten that further. I'm thinking I want him to ping-pong between feeling everything is too different but also finding joy in what he has now and settle somewhere in the genderfluid realm of dealing with his 2nd life.

And of course I want it to be chengxian because 🤤 oh wow the drama there...

It's still in the very rough draft stages but here's a part that's interesting to me.

Wèi Wúxiàn traces the trail of brighter crimson to his arms. One sleeve is a clean bright vermilion, the other is soaked nearly black. “Not good,” he croaks with a voice that isn’t his. It’s a higher pitch, even for how ragged and torn it sounds. “Fuck.” Immediately, his good hand comes up to his throat that’s not his throat, where his questing fingertips fail to catch the presence of a knot that should bob as he swallows air. The same hand he trails down slowly, dreadfully, between his collarbones to his sternum, where a narrow, soft, valley goes undisguised by the vermilion robes wrapped around him. He looks down to his chest. Not his chest. His foggy mind catches up and grades the new look. Modest but present. Then his thoughts race ahead and the pins and needles of sensation wash away in the heat of panic. Wèi Wúxiàn spreads his knees and his hand drops down, but he knows.

🧡🙌 This has been fun! See you on my Dash!🙏🧡

...Or even... in my DMs 😉

[quokkabite]

BIAS TAG GAME

Tagged by: @the-strange-world (like a week ago, so sorry 😅)

like i always say, I love! doing these so here we go

Rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10, then answer the questions below. Try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

1. Rowoon (SF9)

2. Han (Stray Kids)

3. Seunghun (CIX)

4. Jacob (The Boyz)

5. Changmin (TVXQ!)

6. Changbin (Stray Kids)

7. Jaeyoon (SF9)

8. Kai (Exo)

9. Sunwoo (The Boyz)

10. Taeyong (NCT)

(this was actually really hard 😭 I wasn’t able to include everyone so I just picked randomly- except for the first two 💀)

Questions! (and answers)

Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

7! Jaeyoon! He was my second ever bias (following Rowoon)

Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

Han Jisung 😍 (Not me accidentally pitting the two Stray Kids members against each other omg) I’m extremely attached to both of them!! I cant choose, I’m sorry, eight is fate don’t you know that 😭

If you were to spend one day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

ROWOON- I’m so sorry Seunghun but I don’t even have to think twice. I will spend that day making him realize that he’s in love with me. I think it’d be really nice to just walk around honestly. You know, talk, get coffee (it’s totally not a date don’t even think that 🙄)

What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

Can I say everything? Man is freaking beautiful. If I have to choose one though… I’m sorry I really tried to choose one but I kept thinking of a million different things. So ‘everything’ is my final answer.

What is your favorite part of 6’s personality?

Oh my god. Another ‘everything’ answer. he’s just *dreamy sigh* 🥰 I’m so annoying, I know. But like come on. Okay for this one I really will say if I have to pick just one… it would be the outgoing part of his personality. His mbti is literally entertainer and he really is. Literally no matter what I watch of him I always end up with a smile on my face, and one of my favorite stray kids moments is “now i’m so sensitive because i’m so hungry!” He’s just loud and obnoxious in the best way and… yeah ☺️

If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

mhhhh 🤔 I think I would tell Kai that he’s an amazing dancer and that he sets the precedent for so many to follow. i’d tell him that his passion shows and so does his kindness and that i’m really grateful that he can and does share his talent with us…. and i’d tell him that teleportation is the best superpower 😌😌

Between 1 and 2 who’s closet would you raid?

well, either way, my boyfriends are supposed to share their hoodies with their partner, right 💀💀 Let me say, I absolutely LOVE both of their styles. It fits them each so perfectly. I feel like ro is sharp lines, long and slender and elegant to fit his frame and ji is oversized hoodies and baggy pants and soft and excess comfort. So in terms of me adopting said style, I’d go for hannie. He’s definitely more in my comfort zone.

What is a style you want to see 3 try?

I don’t know if this is like style of music or fashion style or something else but i’ll go with fashion? Even though I know nothing about fashion 💀 I do know I liked his save me, kill me performance mv (<- go watch 😤) fit. with the asymmetrical black and white shirt. so anything that is similar to that is a-okay 😌👌 I also feel like he would do great in adopting a similar style to Rowoon. I mean, he’s got a similar slender frame even though he’s not as tall as ro. but idk I think it’d look good 🤷‍♀️

Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

Jacob! I’m 5’7, he’s 5’9 (Changmin is 6’1)

Between 10 and 9, who’s music do you like the best?

I think i’d have to say taeyong! I really really really like his solo stuff.

Wow 😅 that was a lot of work! But super fun to think about everyone like this!!

I’m gonna tag but I know it’s a lot so no pressure!! @silentcry-skz @letsmpuppy @chogiwa6192

[hazelwitch800]

I'm here for the ask gamee!! I wanna make sure how alike we are haha sooo 4, 19, 23, 29, and 39...Is that too many? It's way too many lol, feel free to choose between them

Lin!!! Omg you're an angel, thank you for giving me the opportunity to be so self indulgent! And I want to hear all of your responses to these questions in turn 😏

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Omg wow I found this so hard arrrrgh! I think I find this one hard because there's not a word in particular that I love, but I absolutely WILL go feral over a writer's word choice, especially when it's anything surprising or interesting or creative that just makes me think oh wow, what a great word! I do actually have a list of "good words" on my notes app though lol, so here is a selection of some of those: tranquil, raw, permeate, hollow, scorched, lethargy, deft (there were many others lol what a strange list 😅)

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I only started properly writing at the beginning of 2022, but I really have been writing here and there all my life. I was a total bookworm as a kid, and was always writing stories. The first job I ever wanted was to be an author 😁 I have loads of old notebooks from my teenage years filled with snippets of prose and poems, but I never really finished anything or wrote anything cohesive. I feel like discovering the Internet was a major road block because it ruined my attention span and I barely read a book for years! Honestly, fanfiction was the intense hyperfixation I needed to get myself into gear - I've never had such a strong urge to create before!

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

Ooh I love this - the environment I write in feels super important to me. Okay, so, sometimes, it's at my desk at home during the working day (sssshhhh!), accompanied by the modern day working from home soundtrack: the ping of Teams messages. Other times, it's on the sofa, snuggled under my electric blanket turned up to the max. And when I can make it work, it's in my favourite place of all - my local library. It has a beautiful reading room panelled in old, dark wood, and there's a huge skylight up above. It's a wonderful, peaceful place to work. Maybe not so great for when I'm writing smut 😁

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

When I first started writing, I honestly felt like inspiration just threw itself at me from the void, lol. Nowadays, it's harder. Honestly, I think a lot of my inspiration comes via logical thinking, just trying to figure out what a certain character might do or say in a given situation and letting that guide me. Ooh, also, the act of writing in itself is SO important for me inspiration-wise - there is SO much that just comes to me as I'm writing. Like it just seems to appear in my mind. Which is annoying as it means outlining or plotting beforehand doesn't really work for me, I have to have a half idea and then see how it plays out on the page!

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Honestly... Self discipline hahaha. That feels like such a sad thing to admit. But I'm the type of person who likes to see things through to the end. I rarely just WANT to write, but I make the time to and I keep at it. I am actually taking more breaks recently, though, and intend to take a longer break to fully recharge soon :)

[waynes-multiverse]

Sorry for taking you on such a wild ride! Loved the mental preparation beforehand and reading your reactions of all the many ups and downs throughout this chapter 😂🙈🤍

I promise it might (?) get better...

Wow, this bit of description struck me right away. What a lovely and devastatingly poetic way of conveying this…

Aww, thank you! 🤍🤍🤍 I truly feel like the more on the verge of a breakdown my characters are, the more poetic I get. It seems like I thrive off their pain 😂

Oh Barlen, pls. 😭 I just knew he'd be feeling this way. My heart is breaking for both of them really. 💙��

Ikr? They're really in it. I think this might be a hard one to get over 🙈

In a way, her and Randy are so sweet together. It feels calm and warm and familiar, but maybe not quite right anymore? At least for her? As opposed to when she goes to Beau in the scene right after--them two together are just sparks flying off the stove. With them, there's actual passion.

Definitely 💯 Her love with Randy was very sweet and innocent compared to hers with Beau. Randy was a calming presence in her life and probably grounded her more, but Beau matches her fiery energy better and stokes the flames 🔥 Kinda hard to go back from that...

I do see her perfectly happy with either of them. It all depends on what she wants her life to look like, I guess 😅

But backing up to the Randy scene -- I really like how you played it and his accepting personality. Like, I know it's been a few years and you've probably moved on already. I guess we're not married anymore? But we could just get married again? loll Poor guy. As if surviving what he went through wasn't enough, now he's going to have to deal with the fact that his wife is head over heels in love with his best friend now. ❤️‍🩹

Thank you! 🥰 I really tried to see things from Randy's perspective and took his chipper and sweet personality into account. My sense was that he probably would be faking it a lot, though, right? Coming back, he probably wanted to forget the past three years ever happened and go back to the things were. But of course, that won't be possible and you'll slowly start to see his attitude change a little 😂

But man, that hospital scene overall was a challenge to write, considering each perspective and all the puzzle pieces! Poor Randy's really in the trenches 🙈 But it's part of why enjoy the drama so much. It really challenges you as a writer 😮‍💨😅

She's really not the same. Not only because of Beau, but because she's been through too much after Randy's "death."

Yes 💯💯

Goddamn it, Beau!! Can you give her, like, a minute to adjust before you already decide you're "nothin'" and she's not gonna pick you? For God's sake. 😭😭 (But totally on brand for him. Great characterization. Sigh.)

Beau was ready to throw the towel as soon as he knew Randy was alive 🙈 But I believe a lot of it boils down to "I can't do this to Randy" even though Beau fully knows she's actually in love with him. Our boy's in denial 🤣

Just keep pummeling my heart, that's fine. 🙃

Hahaha yes, Beau comin' in hot with a confession last minute 🙈

Okay, but he was so focused on Randy's reactions, he didn't bother to watch her reactions, her struggle, and her reluctance.

Big part of next chapter! No one bothered to ask her what she even wants lol

What a romcom movie moment, I love it!!!

The hopeless romantic in you celebrated here 😂❤️

I'm with Beau on this one--please let her really, truly mean this and not change her mind and leave him later, because I don't think my heart could take it. 😭😭

Ugh, God, yes! I can truly see Beau worrying about this and think it's why he ignored so many of her warning signs with Randy. He knows and sees she's in an extraordinarily emotional state right now. Of course, now, she chooses the one she's been with last. Her feelings for Beau are fresh in her mind. She hasn't even properly processed Randy's comeback yet. How is she gonna feel in a week? Two months? A year? Is it still Beau then?

The man has every right to spiral 😂

Ugh, God, my Latina heart sang on that last bit! 😭

Dude! Corazón is so sweet and sexy all the same 😍🔥 I always loved that petname! (Equally as hot as "mon coeur" 😉)

But girl, you outdid yourself on this chapter. I can honestly say that was some of the most stellar romantic smut I've ever read. 👌🏽😮‍💨❤️‍🔥

Thank you, friend! Really appreciate your kind words (and the stellar word pun) 🥹🥰🤍🤍🤍

Polaris – Chapter 9

Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen‘s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ramp up the angst, guilt trips all around, hospitals, bits of fluff in all the chaos, smut (with a heavy dose of more angst)

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Well, there was no way this wasn't going to be angsty af. Enjoy the ride, loves! 😘

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Chapter 9: Marooned

The cool, breezy autumn air whipped you across your face, a sharp, frigid sting in your lungs that burned right through to your heart. Each breath you desperately clutched was a fight for life.

Your mind, moonstruck and lunatic, spun complicated cobwebs. Your feeble body and fragile bones threatened to crumble and crack underneath the devastating weight of the truth. You crouched down on the parking lot asphalt, head heavy in your shaking hands.

“Hey, hey, just breathe…” Beau’s deep voice and warm hand on your back were a short-lived comfort before the first sob broke through you.

He knelt down in front of you, large hands cupping your head when your own grew too tired to hold it. He rested his forehead against yours, green eyes leveling with you. His thumbs wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“Maybe it’s not him,” Beau bargained, his voice a soft whisper. His disavowing mind refused to accept what his breaking heart knew to be true.

However, there was no doubt in yours. “No, I’m sure it’s him.”

“It still might not be true… It could be one of those CGI deep-fakes. You know, they’ve gotten crazy good… She just wants to mess with us,” Beau tried to reason, every bone in his body fighting to accept the truth. Because as soon as he would acknowledge it, he’d lose you. How could he live with that?

Your eyes lifted from the ground, your gaze boring into his. “You really believe that?” Your voice was harsh enough to break through the solid brick barrier he had erected over his heart, your words a wrecking ball. A jittery and hesitant lick of his lips was his abdication. He lowered his head in resignation. “How’s that even possible? You saw him die, right?

Beau’s mouth opened without an answer, his eyes flickered alive with memories. Panic rose with realization and poisoned the pumping blood that coursed through his heart. “I-I saw him get dragged away… I heard the shot.”

He was sure. He was so, so, so sure. And then, it all fell apart. What had he done?

You straightened up, slipping out of his grasp, and clasped your mouth, turning your back to him as your body rattled with shock. “Oh my God… Oh God…”

Beau rose to his feet behind you and swallowed harshly as the realization hit him like a freight train. He wanted to reach out and touch you, needing you now more than ever, but he didn’t know if he still could. His mind raced a mile a minute with questions he couldn’t find an answer to.

How was Randy still alive? Had the cartel kept him all this time? How did Diane find out? And how the hell did she get a hold of him?

“Y/N, I-… I don’t know what to say.” His voice trembled. He could feel you drift further and further away from him till you were just a dot out on the vast ocean. He didn’t want to lose you but didn’t know how to stop it, either. He thought all he needed was for you to just look at him, and it would all be right again. But when you did, it shattered his heart into a million pieces.

“All this time he was alive and God knows where. I-I could’ve looked for him. I could’ve helped him…”

“You didn’t know,” Beau said softly, pushing your blame onto himself. He could’ve known. He should’ve known. He felt helpless, lost, adrift. “Y/N, what d’you want me to do?”

You needed a moment to clear your head enough to think straight. If it wasn’t Randy but any other victim, what would you do next?

“We need to find that bunker. Get him outta there,” you concluded. “You think he’s still alive? You think she’d kill him?”

Recalling the snippet of the video, you remembered the timeline only read an hour instead of the usual forty-eight. It wasn’t about making you suffer through his death because you’d already done that. Diane just wanted you to see.

Beau knew there were only two possible options. Either Diane caught Randy only to show he was still alive and then kill him, or she brought him back into your life to wreak havoc. But the hows and whys didn’t really matter. Both options would cause a rift between you two wider than the Grand Canyon. If Randy was back, dead or alive, Beau’s relationship with you wouldn’t survive it.

He knew it was over. You’d never pick him. He wasn’t the love of your life. He wasn’t your once in a lifetime. He wasn’t true love.

He was your second choice. The one you were stuck with. Your rebound.

“I don’t know,” Beau replied and forced some oxygen into his lungs. He didn’t know for how long he had held his breath. For a minute there, he had forgotten how to breathe at all – and he didn’t even care.

The ringing of your phone broke both of you out of your haze and fatal fantasies. You fished it out of your pocket and stared at the screen with a furrowed brow.

“Who is it?”

“Unknown caller,” you replied before you answered the phone, pinning it between your shoulder and ear. “Hello? Yes, this her…”

Beau watched as your eyes widened, how your brow rose, how your mouth fell open, how your heart stopped. As you hung up, he could see you swallow before you found his eyes. He waited with bated breath for news he already knew.

“That was the hospital here. They said someone brought in my husband.”

The stone silent ten-minute drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. Beau drove, his grip stiff and knuckle-white around the steering wheel. The heat of the old Jeep had barely kicked in by the time you arrived, your hot breaths coming out in vaporizing clouds as you bit your nails bloody and down to their beds on the passenger’s seat. Neither of you spoke a word, too terrified it would cut the last string between you that still tied you to each other.

As the bright sign of the hospital came into view, your heart thudded in your ears, so loudly you could barely hear the world around you anymore. Everything was subdued and distorted as if someone was holding your head underwater. All you wanted was air, but your lungs flooded with water.

Beau killed the engine in the parking lot. Both of you sat there in silence and petrified in time, two fossils buried deep in the earth and uncovered by archeologists with fine brushes millions of years later.

His gaze drifted up to the star-filled sky, green eyes locked on the North Star. He wished he could rewind the tape to that night, all the way back to the start where the two of you were still alive. His eyes then swerved to your hand that lay there untouched on the edge of your seat, his own palm twitching to hold it in his.

“You want me to come in with you?” Beau asked carefully.

It was the first time since you’d left the Sheriff’s Department that you looked at him again. Your eyes were pleading. “Of course I do. Please don’t go. Don’t let me do this alone.”

Then, you saw it – the flicker of relief that flashed through him. You recognized the insecurity and apprehension in his eyes. Your heart dropped. You had been so consumed by the news, you hadn’t noticed how he had spiraled. You clasped his hand tightly in yours. He squeezed it desperately back. He was drowning, and your touch was the lifeline he had been waiting for.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to see him. I don’t know if I’m ready to see you with him,” Beau confessed. He had endangered his best friend, deserted him, and left him to die. And that wasn’t even the worst he’d done. The worst was you.

“Me neither,” you admitted and interlaced your fingers with his. “We’ll take it step by step, okay?”

He nodded.

As the nurse sent you down the hallway to your believed-to-be-dead but actually only-long-lost husband, you didn’t know what to expect as your hand lingered on the door handle.

Beau could not only feel the tension in your body but physically see it. The stiffness in your neck and shoulders, the tremble in your hands, and the twitch in your eyes were a dead giveaway.

As you felt Beau behind you with a hesitant palm resting on your lower back, you wondered if you should tell Randy. You supposed you had to at some point. And suddenly, you felt overwhelmed.

You had been so focused on what awaited you in that room, you hadn’t thought about what your husband expected. Or was it ex? Did he know you had moved on? Were you still allowed to? Would he be happy for you? Would he let you go? Would he hate you for it? He probably would, considering who you ended up with. Or maybe you had it all wrong, and he would be relieved it was someone he loved, too. Wouldn’t you be if the roles were reversed?

His death had severed your ties, but now that he was back, were your vows, too? Did he even know everyone thought he was dead? Had you cheated? Was that what Diane had been trying to tell you? That you had sinned? That you were a liar? That you were awful? That you were a whore?

“Should I-, uhm…”

“No,” Beau answered your dangling question as if he could read your mind. He dropped his hand from your back and ceased all contact, even going as far as taking a step back. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought you were radioactive. That should’ve been answer enough. “Not yet, at least.”

“Okay.” The rejection hurt, but you understood. This was hard for him, too. Maybe even harder. You had to weather the storm alone, ship-wrecked and marooned on a desolate island.

“You wanna go in alone first?”

“No.” You shook your head and pushed down the handle, suddenly feeling more courageous and determined than before.

You barged in. Not gentle. Not slow. The urge to see him, face to face within the same four walls – after all these years, after all the tears – washed over you like heavy rainfall. You didn’t want to weather the storm – you wanted to be it. It felt safer than to seek shelter under driftwood.

Then, your heartbeats halted. The world around you paused. No murmurs in the hallway, no beeping machines or bustling footsteps. It felt like you were standing in the eye of the hurricane, everything else flying fast around you, but the center was calm.

As you stood there, feet calcified in front of his bed, a set of familiar whiskey-colored eyes found you. The slightly furrowed brow above them softened, his lips parted in awe. He still looked the same, only slightly aged by the years and what he’d been through.

“Randy?” Your voice was a quiet tremble but still filled the entire room.

A smile flickered alive on his face. “Hey,” he said, his own voice raspy and dry as if he hadn’t had water in several days. Deserted like he had been. His hazel eyes lit up, full of love and adoration. It was the same look he had always worn when he gazed at you. For a second, it felt like nothing had changed. It saturated your frozen heart with warmth and your gray and bleak vision with technicolor.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you stammered with a thick swallow.

Randy snorted a bit. “Now, you know how I always felt,” he quipped, blinking the tears in his eyes away. He’d always been a ray of sunshine. He was light and sweet and good down to his bones. A part of you had expected that light to fade, though, considering what he must’ve experienced the last few years. But it hadn’t. He was still shining as bright as ever, his spirit untouched by the darkness that had tried to swallow him. “Are you just gonna stand there like a moron?”

A small laugh escaped you as tears began to sting your eyes when he spoke those same words you once had said to him. You wanted to cry when you heard them. What sliver of doubt remained in your mind that it wasn’t truly him vanished upon his words. Your feet wanted to move forward, but your heart tugged you back.

You glanced back over your shoulder and found Beau, standing with lovelorn patience by the door as he watched the exchange between you two. The muscle in your chest then stung, like someone had dropped it into a pit full of cacti. You felt torn in two, pulled into opposite directions.

Randy followed your gaze and finally noticed his second visitor, his brow shooting up in surprise. For a second, Beau felt nervous as he awaited a reaction. He expected resentment, hatred, blame, and anger. What he got, however, was a rising smile.

“Hey, man.” Randy seemed happy to see him, not an ounce of animosity detectable. “You two realize you’re staring, right?”

“‘S good to see you, Randy,” Beau managed to say and forced a quivering smile to his lips. And it wasn’t a lie. A big part of him was elated to have his best friend, his old partner, his brother back. But he couldn’t ignore the gnashing, lethal wound in the shape of you that Randy’s return caused.

Carefully, you stepped closer and let out a nervous breath as you sat down at the edge of his bed. He reached out and tenderly caressed your cheeks, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. A smile curved his lips as soon as he touched you again. It felt like he was holding a miracle while you looked at him like he was a ghost.

“You look good, sweetheart,” he said. His hand then slid down your arm to hold yours, fingers brushing over the one. His gaze dropped when he couldn’t feel what he was looking for, the tan line of the missing item around your ring finger still visible. Pensively, he licked his lips. “They told me everyone thought I was dead.”

“Yeah, uhm, that’s kinda my fault. I’m sorry, buddy,” Beau said and swallowed harshly. The sight in front of him almost took him out. Even though it was a familiar picture, one he had seen a million times before, seeing it now was a different story. After everything he knew, you in someone else’s arms that weren’t his felt like a bullet piercing through his chest. His heart was bleeding. “I thought you got shot.”

“It’s okay. Don’t blame yourself, man. It was crazy in there. It could’ve happened to anybody. I did get shot. Only the slug went straight through the shoulder,” Randy explained. “Cartel then took me to Mexico. Juárez.”

Your wide eyes wandered to Beau, the two of you sharing a horrified look. Randy had been right underneath your noses this entire time. You could’ve saved him.

“You were in Juárez? We were there, too,” you muttered in shocked realization.

“Oh, I know,” Randy said, surprising you both. Your heart beat faster, accelerating to lightning speed and close to jumping out of your chest. Did he already know about you and his best friend? But he answered your question before you could ask it. “Cartel talked about a task force moving in on them. I overheard them once. Said my old partner and wife were looking for me. When y’all got too close, though, they moved me further south. There’s nothin’ you coulda done.”

“What did they do to you? How are you still alive?” you asked and didn’t want to sound ungrateful for it, but you were completely baffled. You had too many questions racing through your mind.

Randy chuckled a little at your line of questioning. “You’re still the same.” He smiled and tore your heart apart, because you knew you weren’t. Not really. “I think they thought they could keep me for leverage. Trade me at some point? They held me in a basement at first till they moved me south. Kept me at farm of some cartel member. It wasn’t highly guarded, but even when I had opportunity to flee, I didn’t know where I was or where to go. I thought they’d either kill me or give me back at some point, but then months… years passed. I gave up hope they’d ever let me go. And then, one night they threw a bag over my head and I woke up in some weird bunker… in Montana. Apparently. Anyone wanna explain what I’m doing here? How did you guys get here so fast? They only brought me here a few hours ago. Had to convince them a little to find and call you since they thought I was dead.”

“I was already here for a case. There’s a crazy serial killer lady who took you. That’s who locked you into that bunker,” you explained and watched his brow crease.

“Huh.”

“I work Major Crimes now. It’s a long story,” you added quickly. You didn’t even know where to start. How could you recap three years?

“Really?” His smile was back. This time, it was a proud one. “That’s good. You always wanted that.”

“Yeah.” You blushed a little and gave him a small smile in return.

He squeezed your hand, his gaze flickering to your missing ring on your finger once more. “So, uhm… since everyone thought I was dead, I guess we’re not married anymore, huh?”

Your heart exploded like he had just deposited a grenade inside of it. You averted your gaze to your joined hands. “Uh, Randy…”

“No, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he quickly soothed and chuckled to lift your worries, and you weren’t sure if it was a real smile or just one for your sake. “I’m just trying to catch up, you know? Get up to speed. ‘Sides, if we’re not married anymore, we could have a second wedding. Might be fun, right?”

Tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to smile through the pain. “Uh, yeah.” You nodded and hoped he couldn’t see your reluctance.

Randy then stretched his neck and pulled you closer, his lips meeting yours in a slow and chaste kiss that felt like your first. Tears of happiness mixed with sadness as they rolled down your cheeks. When Beau softly cleared his throat, you broke away from Randy, your cracked heart shattering into sharp daggers that sliced through your skin. What were you supposed to do, though? Reject the man you married because it would break the heart of the one you currently loved?

“I-, uh, I should go. Let you two catch up,” Beau said uncomfortably. The crestfallen look on his face destroyed you. “I’ll keep the press away from this for as long as I can. Lord knows they love a good back-from-the-dead story.”

“You can do that?” Randy arched a curious brow.

Beau pulled his jacket back a little and tapped the badge on his belt. “Kinda the sheriff here.”

“Wow, congrats, man. You deserve it,” Randy said with a genuinely happy grin. He seemed like a kid who was catching up with all his friends on the first day of school after summer break.

Beau gave him a tight smile that said he didn’t think he deserved it. But only you could read that one. “Uhm, thanks, bud. I see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Beau, wait–”

But he had rushed out of that room so fast, he couldn’t even hear you as the door fell shut behind him. You offered Randy the same tight-lipped smile and stroked his cheek. Your emotions were a mangled mess. A part of you was hauled back to the past, old feelings that you had buried deep coming back alive, while new ones reminded you that it wasn’t the same anymore.

“Give me a sec, okay? I’ll go talk to your doctor. See when we can get you outta here,” you said and waited for Randy’s nod of confirmation before you darted out of the room.

Your heart thrummed in your ribcage as you raced down the hospital’s corridors all the way to the parking lot where you finally caught up with Beau. He was on a fast-paced escape to his car before he stopped when you called his name.

“Beau, wait!”

As he spun around, he dragged a palm over his face in an attempt to wipe away the tears. But the evidence was still visible, his eyes red and distraught. “You should go back, Y/N. He needs you.”

The heart in your throat caused you to choke. “So do you. I’m so sorry,” you said, sniffling as tears flowed down your cheeks. But as you stepped forward to hold him, he took a step back.

“It’s okay. I get it. Trust me. I do. He’s your husband, and I’m just… Well, I’m nothin’,” he said, his voice laden with heartbreak. “Just don’t come closer, ‘cause if you do, I don’t know if I can hold myself back, alright? ‘Cause all I wanna do right now is kiss you and love you, even it’s the last time. I can’t do that to him. You understand?”

Everything in you wanted to break through the fence he had set up, full-throttle with a lead foot on the gas, but you thought it was best to respect his wishes for now. You didn’t even know where your head was and wanted to avoid hurting him more.

“Here, uhm, you should have this back.” He fished out your wedding ring from his back pocket and dropped it into your palm, the quick brush of his skin tearing you apart even more. The golden band suddenly felt heavier than it ever had. You didn’t even know when he had grabbed it from his desk drawer, but the foresight scared you. He let out a humorless chuckle as the sadness brimmed in his green eyes. “Not the ring I thought I’d give you…”

Your lips parted, your brow lifting in realization. Whatever dusted remnants were left of your heart plummeted. “Beau…”

“Don’t. ‘S okay,” he wrung out with a doleful smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? Call if you need somethin’.”

With a passive nod, he jumped into his Jeep. You clutched the ring in your hand so tightly it almost burned through your skin as you watched him drive off.

Beau uncapped his third beer of the night (plus two tumblers of whiskey and a shot of his old friend Don Julio) as he sat on the bed in his trailer. A pile of your clothes still lay on the floor to his right, your favorite coffee mug stood in the kitchen sink, and your shampoo was stored in the shower. It felt like you hadn’t left, even though you had.

He replayed the clips of the hospital in his mind over and over again. How Randy held your hand. How he touched your cheek. How he kissed you. How he looked at you when he first saw you – like he had finally found the piece of his heart again that he lost years ago, the same love in his brown eyes that had been there since day one. And Beau understood, because he had felt the same way once, too, when you walked into his office – back into his life.

He told himself it was the torture he deserved for all of his sins. And he swallowed it all down – the hurt, the heartbreak, the jealousy, the possessiveness. He had no right to feel those things. Not anymore. You weren’t his. You never were.

How long did he have with you this time around? Five weeks?

Suddenly, he regretted leaving Houston, regretted leaving you. He wasted a whole year that he could’ve spent loving you. He always thought, in the end, he'd have more time. Eternity, even. How fucking foolish was that?

The headlights and sounds of a car in front of his home drew his attention to the window, shadows and lights dancing along the walls of his trailer. He couldn’t see his visitor, but considering it was in the middle of the night, he assumed it was either Jenny or Cassie checking up on him. He had texted them to let them know what was going on. But as he opened the door, the sight left him speechless.

“Y/N…” Your name fell from his lips like you were an angel he had prayed for. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if his eyes were seeing things right, or if you were a booze- and depression-induced hallucination. You wouldn’t be the first ghost that came back to haunt him, after all.

“You ain’t nothing.”

With those words still floating in the night air, you cupped his neck and crashed your lips against his, kissing him fervently with everything you had as tears streamed down your cheeks. He returned the kiss just as passionately, although you could feel a part of him fighting against it. But his large hands grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him, the kiss lasting till both of you were bluer than the sky. You didn’t let go of him, though, hands holding onto his shirt, too scared he would slip through the cracks of your fingers if you did.

“Y/N, I can’t…”

“I love you,” you interjected his hesitance with firmness and gripped him tighter, your gaze drilling into him like you hoped your words would. “You think I’d just forget? You think my feelings for you just vanish into thin air? It doesn’t work that way. I can’t just snap my fingers and stop loving you. I can't go back to the way things were. I know you think me and Randy are some great love story, but so are you and I. Look, when he died, I grieved that loss and it felt like I was dying, too. I never thought life would be... exciting... and fun... and happy... and so full of love again. And then… I-I fell in love with you, and my life somehow started again. And I know this whole situation is fucked up and confusing and impossible. And I don’t know what to do… I don't know what the right thing is here. But I do know you feel right, and I can’t just pretend you and me and everything good that came with it never existed. I don’t want to. Please, just… I need you, Beau. You said you wouldn't leave again. You're not making things better by walking away...”

With a stretch of your toes, your nose grazed his before you gently claimed his plump, soft lips once more. Your tear-stained cheeks met the roughness of his beard. The kiss started ginger and careful, giving him time to withdraw if he wanted to. But he didn’t. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and stoked the flames of the fire that burned for him deep within your soul. Inhibitions were set ablaze as the kiss turned searing. He hoisted you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his middle as he carried you inside.

The trailer’s peaceful silence was disturbed by panting breaths, a pathway of clothes leading from the entrance to the bed. You peeled off his shirt, and he slid off yours over your head. You unclasped your bra and tore it off, pressing your tits against his bare chest as your lips tried to remain connected to each other through it all. By the time he sat down on the edge of the mattress with you on top, only two naked bodies seeking friction remained.

You wanted to feel him everywhere, wanted him to fill you and make you whole again until you stopped feeling like you were breaking apart at the seams. Hands roamed and explored as tongues mingled and savored tastes. As you straddled his muscular thighs, his arms wound around your middle and kept you firmly pressed against him, his hold on you strong as his fingers dented your flesh. You hoped it was enough to leave bruises behind. You never wanted to forget him, wishing his marks would be permanent ink on your skin.

“I need you,” you murmured against his thoroughly kiss-swollen lips, his cock rubbing against your soaking core as you gently rocked your hips.

“I want you,” you assured him, your mouth trailing a path of featherlight kisses along his jaw and down to his throat, his groan vibrating against your soft lips. One hand steadied itself on his broad shoulder as your other one fisted his hard, throbbing length and positioned it at your entrance, his cockhead gliding through your slick and teasing you till you shuddered with wanton need to feel him inside of you.

“I love you,” you whispered and gasped as you sank down, sheathing his thick cock in your warmth as your velvety walls welcomed him. With a needy and yet tender kiss, you soothed his grunt when he was fully inside you and prodded at your cervix. “Wanna make you feel good, okay?”

He nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, Y/N, don’t do this to me if you’re gonna leave,” he pleaded, his gravelly voice laced with desperation and pain. His hand softly caressed your face as he rested his forehead against yours. His love for you radiated in his green eyes like kryptonite.

You cupped his bearded cheeks and forced him to look at you, lifting his chin to find your eyes. “I’m not leaving you, okay?”

“But–”

You kissed him before he could bring forth all the reasons why you should, but you didn’t care. Your heart was the North Star, and your heart had led you to him. When you left the hospital, there was nowhere else you wanted to go, no one you wanted to see more. Your heart had only ached for him.

You were finally home, and now that you were back in the arms where you belonged, you kissed him so hard till his mind quieted down to a soft lullaby. You kissed him so hungrily till his cock twitched inside of you because you were the only one he wanted, too. You kissed him so passionately he felt your love for him seep into his own heart.

As you began to roll your hips, he met you thrust by thrust as he pounded up into you. His massive hands and sinful mouth roamed every inch of your body. Palms groped your tits and fingers tickled your spine. Lips kissed your throat and tongue massaged your nipples. Teeth grazed your flesh and beard burned your skin.

Your nails dug into the thick muscles on his shoulders and scraped his scalp as his cock split you open with each pump. His girth tore you apart, each time you eased back down a new pleasurable burn coursing through you as your walls stretched to accommodate all of him.

Your pace rose with the tides of your hips, your thighs flexing as your cunt stroked his cock and came closer to the finish line. Beau buried his head in the crook of your neck, writhing and groaning underneath you. His fingers bit into your flesh, surely leaving bruises behind this time. Your tits rubbed against his chest, and you could feel his muscles tensing and straining underneath your fingertips with each bounce. He was barely holding on.

“Come for me, baby,” you beckoned him, feeling your own orgasm approach. The fuse was sparked and burned a path right to your explosive core. “I love you…”

“Fuck!” Beau cried out and spilled into you, his body trembling in your grasp. Those words were all it took to tip him over the edge.

You came with a thundering moan. His release triggered your own, your pussy pulsing violently around him and milking his cock for all he’d got. His cum mixed with your arousal and gushed out of you, trickling down your thighs and coating even his balls. Your thighs shook with exhaustion as you let yourself fall down on him, his arms catching you and holding you close.

Still panting, his mouth found yours in the dark. His thumbs stroked your flushed cheeks, the rest of his fingers dangling in your hair, the grip soft turned bruising as he kept you lip-tied to him, the kiss tender turned rough.

His nose brushed yours as he looked deeply at you. You could see the despair drowning in his pine green eyes, his emotions overtaking him.

“Pick me. Don’t go,” he begged in a harsh whisper, your flushed face in his warm palms.

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips and nodded. “I’m not going anywhere, corazón.”

Chapter 10: It Matters – DECEMBER 06

Phew, writing that hospital scene nearly killed me 😮‍💨 Next up, we have even more drama as the awkward throuple reaches a boiling point...

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