#You wasted no time there hops...................

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Tommy's the kind of asshole who checks his phone at the table in the middle of a first date, now.

In his defence, it hasn't been a great first date. And not in any sort of charming way, either.

In his defence, he's been waiting on this text for what feels like longer than it actually has been (four weeks, three days - he feels stupid admitting he's got a rough estimate of the hours too, but the point is he's been waiting. Hoping. Took this invitation to dinner as an attempt to remind himself he was the one who walked out.)

Tommy is absolutely the kind of asshole who glances up from his lap to find his date staring at him with his jaw clenched and doesn't bother to make more of an excuse than "Sorry, family thing, I gotta go."

Tommy's the kind of asshole who drops three twenties on the table and doesn't bother to say goodbye as he winds his way through tables - this place was pretentious as fuck, anyway - and pushes through the rotating door.

He's not even halfway to his truck when his phone displays an incoming call.

The last time he'd seen that name flash across his screen he'd been - well, he'd been a ball of nerves for all of five seconds before a winded voice had asked him to commit some light treason and Tommy had hopped to.

"Evan. Hey."

He remembers Evan had always thought he was so cool, and he sort of wishes Evan could see him now, with sweaty palms and a nervous hitch to his step as he twists around the wire fencing that will lead him to the truck he'd dropped thirty-five bucks to park, in this stupid downtown lot for this stupid date that hadn't distracted him for a minute at the stupid restaurant that only served tapas and hipster whiskey.

His voice is a little tremulous, a little off. "Hi Tommy."

Tommy doesn't waste time. He's done enough of that, and Evan sounds - Jesus he sounds awful. Sad, deep in his bones. Tired. A little out of it. "Everything okay?"

"I did have feelings for you. When I said that. I - It was such a shitty thing to say and I realized I never apologized for it even though I meant to and...and I did. I do, still, really."

It's the kind of opening Tommy couldn't have dreamt up in a million years. It's solid proof that Evan has worked it over in his mind at least half as many times as Tommy, trying to figure out where it all went wrong, how he'd ruined it so quickly when everything he'd been a sad sack about pretending he didn't want had been right there, ready for the taking. When he'd done that devastating bambi-eyed, through the lashes glance up, even though they were the same fucking height, and Tommy had stuck his foot in his mouth so badly he'd knocked out a couple teeth.

"Okay. I -."

Whatever he'd have come up with in that moment escapes his brain a second later when Evan continues.

"Which is why what I wanted to ask you may be, like, super awkward."

Tommy's a little grateful to find his truck is only two spaces from where he is at the moment. Has to bite back the sharp deprecating laugh when he realizes this is another fucking favor, not a goddamn reconciliation. He left a date for this.

A bad one.

But still.

"Okay." Clipped is a good term for the way the word comes out of his mouth. He's already wincing before he's even finished saying it, because if he can tell Evan's hurting from his voice alone, surely Evan can tell from his own tone that he's...annoyed. In pain. Wishing he could rip the memory of Evan Buckley from the spot it's nestled beneath his ribcage, where he can't shake it loose.

Evan's quiet for a long, long moment. They'd been great at getting immediately horny any time there was even a hint of strife. Not so easy to do when they haven't been together now for longer than they ever were. "I was wondering if I could borrow your truck on Tuesday."

And that's - that's a fairly reasonable request, as far as the 118 standard goes. Still makes him want to cry, a little.

"Can I ask why?"

"It's... Uh...?" The pause lasts long enough that Tommy has to check and make sure Evan's still on the line. His next words are quieter, but he can hear the tremble in them. Has to bite down the urge to make himself a shield against whatever it is that has him so emotional. Not his job, anymore. If it ever even had been.

The farther removed he is from all of this, the more he wonders if he really had imagined the connection between them. How the intimate moments felt charged with more than a desire to rip each other's clothes off, how the silly moments had felt like the prologue of a long and happy story.

"It's fine, Evan. I'll, uh - have to check my schedule but I think I can make it work."

He's free Tuesday. He and his truck both are. But maybe... Maybe this has run its course. Maybe Tommy will have to make more of an effort, his next bad first date.

"Eddie's moving back," Evan says, and there's a weird twist to his voice, a quirk around the name Tommy doesn't recognize. He'd always said "Eddie" with the kind of reverence Tommy couldn't fully grasp, a superhero and a confidante all rolled up in the lazy smirk and cow-brown eyes of a man Tommy had no hope of beating out on the Important To Evan Buckley scale. But if Tommy had to put a description to it, Evan kind of spits the name, now. "And until I can figure out a place to stay I need to get a few things in storage quickly. I just thought - it was stupid. Obviously it's short notice, and you shouldn't feel obligated to -."

"My spare room is empty," Tommy says. Tommy lies, more accurately. It's currently storing all the renovation shit he's been accumulating since the breakup turned him into an insane person pretending he knows a damn thing about fixing up a house.

This pause seems to hold a little more weight to it.

"...okay?" And there's - there's something there, in his voice, sun warm and yellow, bacon cooling on a paper towel and eggs still not plated while Evan swallowed and asked the one question Tommy had been hoping he wouldn't ask.

"I just meant - why spend the money on a storage unit, right?"

"Tommy."

"Let me check my schedule. I can get back to you. If Tuesday works, we can just - we can figure it out from there."

"Tommy."

And that's his "you're spiralling" voice. Tommy hadn't heard it often. Too busy trying to be as cool as his shiny new boyfriend thought he was. Too busy choking down the urge to sink a knife into his ribcage and carve out his heart to hand it over.

"I'll let you know by tomorrow morning," Tommy promises, and before he lets his words get away from him he ends the call.

Jesus fuck.

Hell.

What the fuck?

---

Tommy's so frayed with nerves he spends the entire drive slowly wearing a groove into the side of his cheek. By the time he makes it to the quiet street and sees Evan's Jeep parked on the curb, gate open and already stuffed full of boxes Tetris-style, he feels like he might just fucking explode.

It makes the terse, perfunctory head nod from Eddie on his way up the paved path just that much more confusing. That much more frustrating. He's got a set of keys swinging from his fingers, and doesn't even glance behind him as Evan pops the door open with a hip and stacks a box on top of two others already sitting in the porch.

There's clearly more going on here than Tommy is privy to.

"You aren't helping?" It's an innocent question. He doesn't even mean anything by it. Across the yard, Evan goes tense. Halfway down the drive, Eddie goes still, and swivels his gaze to Tommy.

"No one asked me to." By the stoop, Evan tips his gaze down, suddenly incredibly interested in whatever the label on the box he just set down says. He seems small. Not the man who'd guided him backwards up the lawn with so much tongue Tommy hadn't realized where he was until they were already inside. Not the man who'd confidently held a funeral for a long dead cowboy and roped Tommy into it without a care in the world that Tommy didn't believe in ghosts.

"Well, if anyone else was subletting you'd probably have had to give them more than a weeks notice to pack up their shit and leave, so I figured you'd be helping," Tommy says, because whatever the hell is going on with Eddie's face right now has him ready to raise locked wrists to chin height.

Eddie's tongue rolls along the inside of his cheek. "Buck says he's got it."

Knife, meet tension.

Tommy's always been more of a blunt instrument.

"Right."

"Didn't realize 'got it' meant calling in a favor with his ex, but hey, I haven't been around, in a while."

"Do we have a problem, Diaz?"

Eddie levers himself into the driver's seat of a vehicle that very distinctly isn't his truck. "Lot of that going around, at the moment."

That stone-faced look from the funeral is back on Evan's face.

Tommy's fist are clenched. He doesn't have a clue when that happened, or why it takes quite so much effort to shake his fingers loose.

Eddie clocks it. Stares for a long, long moment. Slams the door closed and backs out of the drive a little quicker than advisable, if the glare from the neighbor watering her hydrangeas is anything to go by.

He doesn't quite peel off down the street, but it seems like it takes him some effort to drive like a responsible adult.

Evan doesn't meet his gaze when he lopes across the lawn to meet him at the door.

He's gotta break the silence somehow. "So. Diaz seems pissed at me."

"It's not you."

"Uhuh."

"It's - I said something he -." Evan frowns. Twists a finger up into the slack of the tape along the top of one box. "Same old story. Buck makes it all about himself."

Tommy's missing something.

Tommy absolutely doesn't have the right to pry.

"What the hell does that mean?" Tommy asks, and watches the marble crumble.

---

It takes a day and a half to get everything out of Eddie's. Another half a day to stuff whatever they can into Tommy's bare spare room.

He'd bought a shed and stuffed the contents of his reno-supplies into it indiscriminately two nights earlier, at the ass end of three 24's from hell, and throws up an ironic thanks that Evan hadn't come by nearly often enough to be surprised by the new shed, or the dozen half-finished projects littering the house.

Tommy learns a lot of things that make him want to scream, over the course of the four-day span they squeeze that moving timeframe into.

It takes everything in him not to shoulder-check Eddie on the way out, once the final box is loaded into the bed of Tommy's truck.

He'd given them some privacy, before they left. Hopeful that Eddie would back down from this escalating argument of theirs, hopeful that he'd remember that his best fucking friend had sacrificed a hell of a lot, to allow him to move to El Paso. That he'd lost more since.

Evan hadn't spoken, the entire drive back to Tommy's.

He asks Evan out to coffee a moment before he offers to let him sleep on the couch until he finds something more permanent.

He should be less surprised than he is when they end up naked and sweaty and panting in his bed an hour later.

"We have to stop doing this."

Evan bites a nipple, and Tommy hisses.

"I'm serious, Evan. I can't do casual with you."

That gives him Evan's full attention. "What does that mean?"

"It means when I sleep with you I'm definitely having feelings for you."

He regrets the comment. Evan blows a raspberry into his sternum, and rolls onto his side to take in Tommy's expression. It's gotta be - well, it's gotta be a fucking mess. Just an absolute shit show of terror at having revealed too much. "I deserved that one."

Tommy smooths a hand over his shoulder. "You didn't, actually." After what he's been hearing about his friends and family, lately, Tommy's suddenly very aware of the words coming out of his mouth. "What I was trying to dance around is telling you I want to try again, and I don't want to fuck it up by falling into bed without actually...talking about it."

Evan snorts. Hitches his leg a little higher across Tommy's thigh. Yeah. Too late for that.

"I baked, to stop thinking about you. I baked cookies, and brownies, and three kinds of bread, and a Baked Alaska, and twelve different banana bread recipes, and - and it didn't change the fact that all I wanted to do was talk to you. See your face when you pull that stupidly bitchy look every time I don't know one of your references. Hold your hand and - and just be somewhere with you. Didn't matter where, I just...wanted. And I couldn't have it. So I baked."

"You made a Baked Alaska?"

"Tommy," Evan chides, but there are tears springing to the corner of Tommy's eyes and -

God he'd fucked this up so royally.

"Move in with me," Tommy says, the hysteria bubbling up in his throat, and he swallows it down, and down, and down again, because as the words settle under his skin, he realizes they feel right. What Evan had wanted, all those months ago, he'd wanted it too. He'd just been so fucking sure it would destroy him, in the end.

He's so goddamn tired of denying that what he really wants is for the rest of his life to be storied by memories of the man at his side, right here in this moment.

It's terrible timing. The worst idea. They're both rung out emotionally, grief and anger and insecurities bubbling just under the surface, ready to rise and make their lives miserable the moment they leave this bubble.

They haven't talked about any of it, not really.

"I'm serious. Why be apart, and all that?"

"Tommy."

The way his name curls out of Evan Buckley's mouth is like a favorite song. He never gets tired of hearing it.

Even when it's exasperated and confused. "I'm in love with you," Tommy murmurs, because his streak of insanity clearly hasn't passed. Evan's breath hitches. The worst part is that it's true. In a way he doesn't know how to quantify. He'd do a hell of a lot more than steal government property, for this man. He'd stay, for this man, at the risk of destroying his entire soul.

"Don't ask me because you feel sorry I'm technically homeless." It's an out. Teed up and ready for Tommy to swing. Tommy goes for the bunt.

"Pretty sure that was more of a demand than a question. You can say no."

Evan peeks through his lashes, chin tipped against Tommy's chest. "What if you change your mind?"

Well. That's a sore subject. Should have expected that.

Tommy slips a hand down his side. Gathers up his hand to slide their fingers together. "I won't. Believe me, at this point I've tried."

There's a quirk to Evans smile he hasn't seen in a long time. He's missed it. God, he's missed it.

This doesn't fix anything. Not a damn thing.

But Tommy doesn't want him to spend a single night going forward wondering whether or not he's worth all the trouble the rest of his family seems to have made him feel he is.

They'd been there, before. Right on the edge of something serious. Something permanent.

They can get it back.

"You're being serious," Evan comments, like he needs the confirmation just to make sure he's not hallucinating. Tommy hooks one of his legs, rolls until Evan is half under him.

"Baked Alaska serious," he intones, just to see Evan laugh.

"Where am I gonna put my bike rack?" he asks, after a serious, weighty pause, and Tommy presses in to suck Evans lower lip between his teeth in retaliation.

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Chapter 17- The Final Battle

The wind rushed past everyone’s ears as their horses sprinted through Hyrule field, the quick thumps of the hooves kicking up mud and grass which threatened to land in their eyes. But it didn’t slow them down—they had to be quick.

Link was leading the way on Epona, his bow drawn with his eyes wide like a wild animal, Midna’s arms wrapped tightly around him. It was clear she was losing herself, with her being uncharacteristically quiet and still as she clutched to Link as if her life depended on it. 

Link grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, which helped. They weren’t alone, they had each other. Midna just had to remind herself of that. Behind them were the resistance, the soldiers, and the royals of Hyrule. The two hardly noticed them as Epona ran, but they were close by, almost all doubled up on horses. 

When they reached the open area of Hyrule field, shadow phantoms appeared from where the twilight beast ran, chasing after the small group, and Link wasted no time in letting arrows fly. Everyone else followed, with Edmund’s crossbow firing shots, Auru’s bazooka blowing the phantoms to pieces, and Zelda’s light arrows vaporizing them. The soldiers had their swords and spears drawn and stabbed the phantoms as they ran by, their horses finishing the job by stomping the armor in and crushing the meaty flesh inside. With all the rainfire, the shadow phantoms were defeated quickly, and the group easily pushed past them. 

Link turned to see Rusl behind Colin on his horse, pulling out his sword from a phantom as they followed closely behind. Colin looked determined, but also terrified, his knuckles white as they held the reigns. Rusl looked furious, but also tired, which worried Link. Most of the group looked exhausted, especially those who returned from the Twilight Realm. It made him wonder how the battle was going to go.

Link turned back, just in time to see the beast disappear out of his peripherals, right behind a formation of rocks. He followed, desperate to get his eyes on it again, but to his dismay, it was gone. He stopped Epona, the others following, and he looked for where it had gone. Where was it?

“Where’d it go?” Edmund asked, and Link huffed, hopping off of his horse. He didn’t have time to search for it.

“Does anyone have something of Kori’s?” He asked, his voice cracking with emotion. It was silent for a moment, until Rusl raised his hand, a small bag being held inside it.

“This was a gift to him. He dropped it when that thing took him.” he threw the bag and Link caught it. It was better than nothing, he owed his pa so much.

“Thank you. Take control of Epona,” he commanded, knowing Midna didn’t know how to ride a horse, then he turned into a wolf, ignoring the gasps from the others. Sniffing the bag, he caught the scent of an unfamiliar world, of an unfamiliar person—salt, tears, dirt, weeds, and even blood, but the subtle scent of hay appeared. Kori was there, barely. Focusing on the scent, Link found a path where the beast took, and he wasted no time in charging, knowing the others would follow. Rusl quickly got on Epona and was right at Link’s heels, and he heard the sound of the other horses stomping through the field. 

The scent led him to a thin ravine before it suddenly ended, which sent Link’s heart to his throat. He skidded to a stop, searching desperately for it, but it no longer laid in front of him. They couldn’t be gone, they just couldn’t! 

“Link?” Rusl spoke up, worry apparent on his face. Link spun around, trying to find the scent while the others shuffled nervously.

“Did we lose it?” Hoz asked. Zelda looked around, her brows pinched together.

“It could’ve teleported away! We need to get back to the light spirits!”

“Hold on, your highness,” Colin stopped her, his hand up. “We need to make sure it’s gone. Link?”

Link didn’t respond, his nose was practically in the ground as he tried to hold onto Kori’s scent. He turned back, seeing Zelda and Edmund talking to Colin, Hoz and the other soldiers shuffling anxiously, the resistance staring right at him. 

“We need to split up, we can’t wait around or else we’ll be too late!” Edmund said, turning his horse away. 

“I agree,” Zelda replied. “Midna we need to go back to the Twilight Realm, maybe it’s back in the city!”

Midna said nothing, still being quiet, her hands shaking slightly as she stared blankly into Rusl’s back. Link watched her for a moment, then noticed Kori’s scent above her head. Confused, Link’s eyes followed the trail, up further and further above her, and he was able to spot it.

The beast was right on top of them.

He was only able to let out a bark of warning before the beast dropped down from the rocks, threatening to crush everyone underneath. Epona was able to dart out of the way in time, but Colin, Zelda, and Edmund were knocked off of their horses, the poor animals falling over. Immediately everyone scrambled to attack the beast, the group surrounding it while Rusl and the soldiers tried to help those that fell. Ashei drew her weapon as Auru aimed his bazooka at the beast, and Link searched the many hands for Kori. He wasn’t in any of them. Focusing on the scent again, he saw that it went inside its stomach, just like before with Rusl. Ashei reeled her sword back, ready to stab it straight through the torso, and Link sprinted to her, turning back into a hylian and blocking her attack with his own sword.

“Kori is inside that thing!” He explained, pointing at it. “Aim for the head, or else you’ll hurt him!”

Ashei nodded, and everyone else seemed to understand the severity of the situation. With that, Link turned back to the beast, attacking it with as much animosity as he could, swinging his sword everywhere save for where Kori was. Midna finally broke free from her trance, her hair hand slamming its head into the ground as everyone else attacked the limbs. It was difficult; the beast clearly had the upper hand with Kori inside of it, and everyone had to be careful not to hit where Kori was. There were almost too many people there, with the space small enough as it was, and it being smaller with so many people fighting the giant beast. Not only was Link afraid that he’d hit Kori, but he was also afraid he’d hit someone else, or he’d be the one caught in the crossfire. It was clear that Zelda felt the same, with her light arrows drawn but never fired, sweat dripping off her brow as she tried to aim away from the others. Link moved out of her way, gesturing for his family to follow, and as Midna jumped away, Zelda finally let a light arrow loose. 

The arrow hit its shoulder, and it let out a loud, paralyzing shriek. In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of Zelda, slamming the back of its hand into her and sending her flying.

“Zelda!” Edmund cried, blocked by the beast as it ran up to the now unconscious queen. Hoz made it there in time, blocking the pounding fists with his shield. He let out a grunt as it caved in from the beast’s pounding, hitting his head and knocking him out right next to Zelda.

“Hey!” Colin yelled, running up to it and slicing its hand. Link followed, trying to draw the beast’s attention away from Zelda and Hoz. Fortunately it actually followed the two brothers, and Link shoved Colin away.

“Go help them,” he said, gesturing to Zelda and Hoz, and Colin nodded, running over to the two injured. Edmund was there already, gathering Zelda into his arms.

“We must get them somewhere safe,” Edmund said, and Colin nodded, dragging Hoz away while Edmund carried Zelda to safety. They left the ravine, hopefully far enough away from danger. 

“We lost our most valuable piece,” Auru grumbled as he ran up next to Link. “Those light arrows were good.”

“That’s probably why it targeted her,” Link guessed, holding up his sword as the beast began to attack him next. The two split up and faced the beast on opposite sides. Auru pelted a rock right at it, getting its attention while Link sliced at its back. Stomping over them, the beast moved through the ravine to a more open area, with the others following. It was clear morale was dropped with the loss of the queen and the captain, but Link had to push through it. He was no doubt worried about them as well, but he had to think about them later—Edmund and Colin were taking care of them anyway. 

Link ran after the beast as it turned back towards the group, its limbs outstretched like a spider. His attacks would frustratingly miss the beast everytime, with it moving and dodging every swing. Link found himself between the beast and the rocky wall, and a loud boom came from behind it before it could attack, smoke and fire billowing from its back. Spinning around, the beast suddenly began to charge at Auru, who began to panic as he tried to load his weapon again. 

“Auru!” Rusl yelled, jumping in front of him with his sword drawn, scarcely blocking the beast from trampling the old man. Rusl let out a battle cry as he ran right under the beast, slicing the legs and sliding right behind it. With such speed Link hadn’t seen before, Rusl climbed onto its back, slamming his sword right into one of its back arms, hacking it right off. The beast let out a pained shriek as its arm landed with a loud thud, black blood oozing and squirting out the stub. Rusl tried to chop off the other one, but the beast grabbed him off its back, and he was thrown across the battlefield and into the stone wall. Link watched as his stomach dropped, his pa crumpling to the ground and his body failing him as he tried to get up.

“No!” Auru cried, and he and Shad ran up to him while Ashei tried to distract the beast. They were dropping like flies, the beast clearly unaffected by the numbers they had. They needed a different approach.

“Midna!” Link called, and she ran up to him. “We need to get Kori out of that thing so we can hit it with everything we got!”

“How do you suggest we do that? We can’t get close!”

Link thought for a moment. When he first fought the beast, he tore at its stomach and it vomited Rusl up. Maybe if he did something like that…

“Do you have the fused shadows?”

Midna gave him a look. “I do, but I’m afraid I’ll lose myself, and I can’t risk Kori’s life like that.”

Link rested his hand on her arm. “It’ll be ok, I’ll call you back. But I need you to hold it down for me. I’ll dig Kori out.”

He didn’t wait for Midna to say anything as he turned back into a wolf, ignoring the pain from his bruises shooting through him. He nipped at the beast’s heels, waiting for Midna to attack, but she didn’t. She instead was watching it uneasily, her eyes wide while the fused shadows spun around her. Link barked but she didn’t respond; she looked like she was about to panic.

A shout was heard, and Link looked up to see Zelda standing on the rock wall, with Edmund supporting her from behind. She looked weak and clearly injured, her head bleeding and her body hunched over, but she pulled out the light arrows, her teeth clenched as she aimed one towards the beast, and it flew right into its back. Light exploded in Link’s eyes and he flinched back, the magic enveloping its being and paralyzing it to its core. A horrific thought crossed Link’s mind as he watched the beast writhe around in pain. Was this hurting Kori?

Midna snapped out of her stupor, glaring at the beast as she donned the fused shadows, transforming her into the giant beast with the pulsating hair hands, the helm vibrating with dark magic. With a deep roar, Midna grabbed the beast and slammed it into the ground, her hands pinning its arms and legs down. Link took the opportunity to attack, hopping onto the beast and digging into its stomach. Black slop and goop flew everywhere as he tore it to pieces, his paws and snout stained black, the bitter taste making his eyes water. The squelching and squishing of its flesh drowned out the piercing screeching for Link, but he continued on, being simultaneously viscous and careful, for he didn’t want to hurt Kori. It felt like minutes were draining away as he dug, anxiety screaming at him to be quick as Midna’s grip faltered, knowing that her mind would as well, and just in time, he spotted fabric. With an excited huff, Link reached down and gently clamped his jaw around Kori’s shirt, and he pulled with all his might.

The stomach, seeming to have a mind of its own, stuck to Kori, pulling him back from Link. Hearing the ripping of Kori’s shirt, Link turned back into a hylian, which felt awkward with his shirt in his mouth, but he let go as soon as his arms were around Kori, leaning back away from the stomach. He tried to ignore how lifeless Kori felt.

Link continued pulling, his arms and legs burning as he strained to break his son out, but the beast’s stomach was stubborn, and it held tight to Kori. His grip slipped, and Link’s heart skipped a beat as he tried with everything in his power to get his son free, fearing that if he were to let go, he’d lose the opportunity. Just as his muscles were about to give out, someone suddenly appeared behind him, nearly making him slip. He felt Shad’s arms wrap around him and soon everyone else who was there save for those tending to the injured were right behind Link, trying to help him pull Kori out. The short line of the soldiers, Ashei and Shad helped Link pull as tendrils in the beast’s stomach snapped, the strength finally faltering. Kori was about halfway out, and Link felt hope burst within his chest, excitement to get his little boy to safety nearly making him weep right there. Just one more pull and he’d be out—he was almost out!

Midna suddenly began shaking, her grip on the beast faltering, and dread rested within Link’s stomach as he saw the beast squirm, soon breaking free from her grip. It shot up, grabbing one of the hair hands and slamming Midna so hard on the ground the fused shadows broke apart and flew across the field. Link felt Shad and the others lose their hold, and they fell as the beast stood. Before Link could react, a black fist was aimed right for him, and his face erupted in pain when it collided into him, his entire world growing dark as he felt himself hit the ground.

He heard muffled voices as he came to, his nose stinging and his mouth tasting the metallic blood dripping out, and his eyes opened. His vision was blurry for a moment as he heard shouts from Shad, him running to Ashei who was hunched over the crumpled form of Midna with a red potion in hand. Link’s breath hitched, mustering up his strength to run to her, but something was pinning him down. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, something tightening around him as he was suddenly lifted off the ground. The beast had him, he was trapped!

Fear spiked within Link as he tried to wiggle outside of its grip, but it didn’t react as it began to crawl up the rocky walls. Link heard shouting of his name, but he wasn’t able to see who was yelling. His head turned to the beast, searching in hopes that Kori somehow was out, but he couldn’t tell, the beast’s stomach seemed to have already healed up. It was all going wrong, everything was going wrong!

“Let go!” Link yelled, wiggling his sword arm free and slicing at its fingers. The beast shrieked, dropping him as they reached the top, and Link rolled away from it. They were on top of the ravine, the grass a beautiful green, the sun shining peacefully onto him, almost taunting him in a way.

“I’m not letting you take my son,” Link growled, his voice deep and raspy as he held his sword up. The beast got low, snarling at him as one hand went protectively over its stomach. It made him furious!

“He does not belong to you!” He yelled, charging at the beast and attacking. The beast predicted his move in slicing at its arm, and it pulled away, but Link was able to predict it trying to crush him, and he jumped back, taking the opportunity in leaping forward and slicing down its shoulder. It flinched back, trying to swat Link away, but he rolled right under the swing, stabbing his blade right through its left thigh. Using all the strength he had in his arms, he spun around, slicing the leg clean off in his spin attack. The beast lost balance, and it shrieked as it fell backwards. Stepping back to give himself room, Link sprinted at the fallen beast, jumping up high with his blade pointed down. Right before he could land, however, the beast smacked its hand into him, and Link was skidding over the grass, a gasp leaving him as he fell over the edge. He was dead, he knew it.

“I got you!” Midna yelled, her hair hand stopping his fall, and he looked up to see her crawling up the rocky wall, her face bruised and bloodied. He couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re ok!” He cried, clinging onto her fingers, and she nodded.

“You can thank your friends for that,” she said in a quiet tone, jumping up and over the wall, holding Link close as they faced the beast, which was cradling its stub of a leg. Though it had hurt the group badly, Link could finally see that it wasn’t faring much better itself, with a shredded stomach and hacked off limbs. There was some hope for its defeat. 

“I think we’re finally making a dent in it,” Link commented, wiggling out of her hold. “Help me cut off the rest of its limbs, then maybe we’ll have a chance in getting Kori out.”

Midna’s brows furrowed and she nodded, wiping her nose and facing the beast, which now noticed the two. But instead of charging at them, it turned and began to run away. Link let out a gasp and turned to Midna, who was already chasing after it. Her hair hand grabbed the only arm resting on its back, and she pulled it back as hard as she could. Then she suddenly grabbed Link, who was too far away, and she pulled him close to them so he could begin his attack. Aiming his sword at the beast, Link did a few flips in the air before stabbing his sword right into the shoulder of the limb, and spun around to slice it clean off. The beast flinched and jerked, but Midna caught Link before he could fall, and he went back to attacking its limbs. It only had two normal arms and a leg left.

Link dodged a swipe of its left arm, slicing his sword through its bicep, though he didn’t cut it off. He jumped around it, attacking the other arm, then he’d run around again when it was about to attack, all while Midna was trying to divide its attention. Sliding past its stomping rampage, Link held his sword up and swung it down, cutting off the left arm right below its elbow. Having no limbs on its left side, it teetered over to the right, struggling to move away from the couple with only an arm and a leg. Link didn’t stop, though, and he aimed for the leg he was right next to. It took a few hits, but he was able to hack its leg off, the beast completely falling over with the loss of its legs. Link let out a yelp as he was pinned underneath it, the weight crushing his lungs. He heard a yell as he tried to wiggle out from underneath it, and the beast rolled off of him.

Looking up, Link spotted Midna above him with a spear raised high, and she aimed it down at its head, the blade piercing through its skull and jaw and holding it in place. The one arm was wiggling around as it tried to break free, but it was stuck, right where Link wanted it. Ignoring the pain in his body, he ran over to the trapped beast, slicing at its neck, the tough skin barely giving way to the blade. He sliced through its throat, with black blood falling into his face, and it smacked Midna away. He sliced at its arm, cutting off its hand, and it ripped its head out of the spear. He sliced upwards right underneath it, once, twice, then in the third swipe, the head came clean off. A loud thud came behind Link, and he spun around to see the head, still and unmoving. Midna limped up to him, her eyes glued to the head, then the sound of the cut off limbs dissipating rang out, each one turning into the square shapes of twili magic. First its legs, then its arms, then its head, and finally, the body. The cut-up body disappeared, the black magic floating in the air, and floating right underneath it was Kori.

Letting out a cry, the parents both ran to their son, Link catching him as he floated gently to the ground. 

“K-Kori,” Link cried, cupping his son’s cheek in his hand. Midna did the same with his other cheek, but their boy didn’t stir. His eyes remained close, his expression almost somber, and Link felt like throwing up. “Kori,” he tried again, shaking him slightly, and Midna started sobbing as she hunched over him.

“Baby, please,” Midna whimpered, both her hands resting against his cheeks in a desperate attempt to wake him up. Link was beginning to feel numb, his child’s weight feeling strangely heavy in his arms. They were too late…. 

A warm light suddenly appeared above the two, Midna’s face was wet and messy while Link’s was deathly pale, and they looked up to see the dark magic of the twilight beast turning from the black squares to a dappled, golden light. It grew brighter and sank down, resting onto Kori. Before their very eyes, it disappeared, leaving no evidence of the twilight beast’s existence. Midna and Link both looked at each other in confusion, then they looked down at Kori, the boy finally opening his eyes.

Link felt like passing out from relief when he saw Kori’s blue eyes, his boy looking between his parents in confusion and shock. Link and Midna were both staring at him in shock as well, and Kori’s eyes watered, his face scrunching up as he began to cry.

“Oh Kori,” Link wailed, pulling him in a hug as his son wept into his shirt. Midna practically melted into them, her cries matching Kori’s. The family sat there in the sunny green field, all crying from relief and horror from what almost happened, from what the beast almost did. But at least they were all alive, at least the terror of the twilight beast was over.

Now they were safe.

[soughtserenity]

" Yeah I hate to say it but I agree even if the rides some some lame ass kook. Get in. " He doesn't have to convince any of them they were all kind of waiting to see how JJ would react but once he said yet they got in. No man left behind.

Topper couldn't believe he was wasting his time on this but if its what Rafe wanted then so be is. The group of trucks peel off headed to their home.

The calm made a comfortable silence wash over most of the pogues. They looked out the window at the cut and felt the breeze and in no time at all they're stopping outside the house with a resounding sigh of relief from JJ, Pope and John B.

" Thank gooood. Alright everybody out and don't forget to say thank you. Thanks Top. " John b hops out of the truck offering hand to everyone to help them out. Everyone but Juniper because JJ lifts her by the hips off the truck.

" Thanks top. " John b. " Yeah it was cool of you to offer, rafe which is shocking... " JJ. Pope covers his mouth. " Ignore the last part. Thanks for not making us walk. "

Cleo rolled her eyes and headed inside. " Stay out of trouble now ya hear? "

Rafe leans out the window. " Yeah. Hey Sarah wait up uh...you remember what I talked about? About us... teaming up? That offer still stands. Its your business too. "

"i can not wait to shower and then sleep. i think i'm going to sleep for a week straight." she leans into jj a bit more as everything they'd been through finally catches up with her. she's exhausted, ready to knock if they didn't have to hike it all the way back home.

sarah moves to intertwine her fingers with john b, smiling a bit to herself. this was family. yeah, they had just faced near death. barely making it out alive. but they did it. they made it back. they are all alive and together. it's perfect in it's own way.

juniper takes a look at topper and ruthie who are glaring at them but her eyes drift to rafe at the offer. it's an olive branch, even if just for the night. rafe got his money back, they have the crown. they all worked together. couple more hours couldn't hurt them right?.

the shorter girl moves to drag jj along with her. "i am not passing up not having to walk." she tells him, hoping into the bed of the truck. come on guys." a look between topper, her brother and john b and sarah is climbing in as well.

[sunn-mechanic]

[ID in alt]

Guess that makes me Evil

--

I could not stop thinking about how Vex is probably dead in DR, that shit makes me so unwell

Also, version without the lyrics below, bc I like both:

[ID in alt]

[igniferous]

[msue0027]

What if the psychic paper showed "grand mistress" instead of "master" because it was the Doctor who haven't caught up yet? Because he was this really brilliant woman, what?, half a day ago? Even less probably. Regeneration, trip to davros' laboratory, quick post-regen nap, and lots of confusion... It takes some time to adjust to the shift.

[moe-broey]

Sometimes. Not even the vyvanse can save you.

[snekdood]

whoever said "rape is a normal part of war" is evil and not on the left at all, if you try to defend that person i know 1000% you're not on the left and you dont care about rape victims like you pretend.

[coffeecupandcorgi]

what would the butterfly effect be if we went back in time and made hawkeye share the spotlight enough with trapper so wayne rogers didn’t leave m*a*s*h. like bad bad?? or just inconvenient?

[sheyshen]

jotted down a little bunch of games i know i wanna work on to give myself something to refer to when i get stuck on deciding something (i can just rng something then) and I have a bunch that i want to replay or get back to after so long

somehow, even if i don't use it in the end, making lists kinda helps me sort some thoughts out

[ketchuppee]

During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.

It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. I’ve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.

That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.

I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. She’s currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.

One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. She’s fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once she’s out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.

My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesn’t mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.

I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.

I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.

All of this to say, there’s more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, you’ve already lost, but that’s a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.

None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but don’t forget that we need diversity in actions taken.

[rafesangelita]

♡ just dilf!rafe making sure everything is to his liking when his precious little bunny comes home from all of her beauty appointments!

warnings: fluff, bunny being a lil clingy, suggestive language, use of the nickname ‘daddy’ (pls scroll if it’s not for you), heavy petting, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), praise, finger sucking, slight overstimulation

a/n: i recently got all of my beauty appointments done so this felt fitting lol. read more of dilf!rafe x bunny!reader here <3

wc: 1.4k

while rafe never let you step out of the house by yourself, there was very few instances when he did. going out with your girlfriends and paying for all of your appointments was one of those things, and he didn’t mind in the slightest. the day would start very early in the morning so that you’d have enough time to get everything done. rafe would watch you from the front door as you basically hopped down the driveway in excitement before getting into your best friend’s obnoxiously pink car, your lip gloss still sparkling on his lips from when you kissed him before leaving.

maybe it was the father instinct inside of him, but rafe made it a point to always pay for you and your besties meals, the idea of you going hungry or having an empty stomach just not sitting right with him. you and your friends would start the day by knocking out whatever took the longest, so that all of you could breeze through the extra upkeep and still go shopping afterwards. despite rafe tracking your location and checking where you were at religiously, he still wanted you to text him and send him photos and updates throughout the day.

he’d smile down at his phone whenever your contact name, which you came up with by yourself, would pop up on his screen.

[1:15 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: i miss you sooo much already daddy. thank you for the food it was yummy <3 me and the girls still have a handful of things to do but i’m hoping to be done soon!!

[2:57 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: i think you’re going to reallyyy like the color of my nails!! my toes came out super cute too 🎀

[4:03 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: (1 attached image) look at this pink flatiron at the salon! i need one just like this! pretty pleaseeee!

he’d reply to each message, even going ahead and buying that flatiron with overnight delivery so you could have it in your pretty hands in no time. you two would go on like this until you’d finally send him that ‘on my way!’ text, a relieved sigh falling from his lips. as much as he liked for you to have your girl time, he selfishly wanted to have you all to himself more than anything. rafe had already been anticipating your arrival, your favorite candles already lit up upstairs in his bedroom. it wasn’t long before he heard the faint bump of music outside, your playful yelp sounding from down the driveway as you struggled to carry all of your shopping bags.

rafe was quick to help you out, your best friends teasingly telling him hi as he briefly waved at them before guiding you inside. “oh, i missed you!” you didn’t waste any time in throwing your arms around his neck, the scent of sweet vanilla filling up his senses. you clung to him like a koala, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he made his way upstairs. “yeah? i missed you more.” you breathed him in, smiling softly against his chest as he put your bags down on the chair he had in the corner. “everything go good?” he took a seat at the edge of the bed, resting his hands on the soft globes of your ass.

“mhmm!” you nodded, “i’m happy with how everything came out.” rafe pecked your lips before helping you up on your feet. “let me get a good look at you.” standing up, you couldn’t help but feel shy as he scanned over your figure agonizingly slow. “your hair looks real nice, baby, that style suits you.” your cheeks heated at the simple compliment. “wow look at your lashes, ‘you try out a different lash map?” you gasped softly, hitting his shoulder playfully. “look at you using girly terms!” rafe was bound to learn about the stuff you’d be rambling on and on about, your lashes being one of many things he now knew the intricacies of.

“your eyebrow lady did a real good job, too.” you wiggled your brows suggestively, fluttering your lashes at him while he took your hand in his. “you were right, i absolutely love this color on you,” he took in the pinky nude of your manicure, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, “let me see those toes.” you giggled, bringing your foot to his lap as you held onto his arms for leverage. “wow, you got a bow charm?” you smiled down at the sight, “yes! isn’t it so cute? she even put on some rhinestones for free because i’m a regular!” rafe massaged the back of your calf, guiding you back down on the bed.

“damn, bunny, and your skin is so soft, you got that full body wax?” you welcomed him between your thighs, running your freshly manicured nail down the side of his jaw. “yes, i know how much you like it..” he kissed you deeply, his lower half grinding down on where you needed him most. you couldn’t help the whine from leaving your lips, your glazed orbs shining with something mischievous. “do you want to see how that came out, too?” rafe smiled, his fingers already hooking between your skirt and the waistband of your panties. “yeah? you gonna let daddy inspect you?”

once your clothes were off and forgotten about on the floor, rafe took your thighs and spread them open to expose your bare cunt, the look on his face making you take your bottom lip between your teeth. “fuck,” he marveled, “you’re just so pretty, you know that?” you smiled, melting under his gentle touch. he looked up at you as if to ask ‘can i?’ before you nodded. rafe sat back on his heels, stroking your glistening folds as you writhed with desire. “i need to be inside of you so bad..” oh, how bad you needed that too. “rafe, we can’t have sex for at least a full twenty-four hours.” you pouted.

“but we did it last time.” you giggled, shaking your head. “i know, but i’m so sensitive..” rafe sighed, leaning down so he could whisper against your lips. “would a little touching hurt, though?” you gasped when he slipped a digit inside your entrance, his long digit filling you just right. with the pad of his thumb, he began rubbing hard circles on your clit, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “you’re so perfect, always dressing and getting dolled up the way i want you to.” he curled his finger, nudging that soft spot inside of you that made you see stars.

your back arched softly off of the bed, your fingers intertwining with his own. he kept his eyes on your trembling form, your mouth falling open as moans and whimpers fell from your lips. “i’m so close, ray..” the man above you lowered his head between your thighs, popping his digits into your mouth so you could taste yourself on his fingers. “so soft and smooth, i could eat this cunt for days.” you cried out loud when you felt his tongue prod at your opening, the tip of his nose finding your sensitive bud. “fuckkk!” you covered your mouth at the slip up, yelping when you felt rafe pinch your inner thigh.

“what have i told you about cussing?” he groaned, pulling away from your soaked pussy before diving back in again, your hands shooting up to cup your tits. rafe watched your face carefully, the rise and fall of your chest being a telltale sign that you were going to finish soon. you felt the familar heat begin to simmer in your tummy, your thighs threatening to snap shut as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter with every stroke of rafe’s tongue. “oh, my god!” your eyes rolled back when the band in your tummy finally snapped, your orgasm hitting you in waves of pure bliss.

your breath shook as you thrashed against rafe’s mouth, your thighs locking around his head as he pinned you down by your hips. your mouth opened but no sound, except for a pathetic shriek came out, your hands fighting rafe off in an attempt to pull away from him. that only made him grip you tighter, his tongue working relentlessly on your poor cunt. it wasn’t until you tapped out, your nails digging into rafe’s arm before he gave you a final kiss, his gentle hands massaging into the skin of your calves. you whimpered as rafe helped you come down from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your vision hazy.

rafe licked his lips clean, palming at the hard-on in his boxers. “how about just the tip?” all it took was one blissful glance at him through your lashes before he was yanking you towards the edge of his bed by your ankles.

[auti-starshine]

I know people have come up with other words for transandrophobia, but i’m digging in my heels on that term. Yall won’t ever be happy with whatever other word we try to use, because the point is you want us to shut up and not talk about our oppression. I’m not going to waste my time hopping from term to term in an attempt to please yall and get you to take me seriously.

[prlssprfctn]

The moment Jason starts to feel more comfortable around the family to, at least, visit some events, Tim embraces the completely different dynamic from the one they had before. Now, he doesn't want them to banter around others. Now, he wants the others to envy him, because he plans to become Jason's favourite in the span of *checks his pre-planned strategy* two months.

Firstly, because he can't allow himself to not be loved by his big siblings (Dick and Cass adore him, there is no way he is going to break his successful record). Secondly, because being Jason's favourite would ruin, like, everyone's mood. Especially, Bruce's. And thirdly, because, urgh, fine, Jason is kinda smart and cool. (This line is crossed out several times, but it doesn't matter).

Jason, going through the gifts his family bought him unenthusiastically, because his family knows zero about what he actually wants to get as a gift, but at least they hadn't forgotten to invite him on Christmas party like the last year: Urgh, the book about controlling your anger... (his eye twitching) Right, thanks dad. The apron... Okay, thanks, Dick. The knife... Thoughtful one, Damian. Keychain from... Whatever, yeah, uh, thanks, guys.

Everyone: (hopeful eyes of absolute idiots) Tim, coughing: You forgot to open my gift. Jason: Oh, right, sec. Jason: (ear-piercing scream) WOODEN TEA CADDY LEFT FROM JANE AUSTEN HERSELF???????? Tim, sending a smirk to his disappointed family members: Well, yeah, I've decided to go with a small gift this time. Just bought it from her house museum, in Chawton. You know. Jason: (incoherent sounds of happiness) Bruce, through his gritted teeth: Good job. Tim.

And Jason? Well, he is sure that this gremlin plans something, but he hops on any idea that will create more chaos in the family. So, he plays along.

Bruce: That's reckless. You don't go alone on the missions like this, Jason. You were supposed to, at least, warn someone before going there. Jason: Uh, I literally did. My favourite brother knew. Dick: No, I didn't? Tim, from the coach: Yeah, I had his back. Don't worry, B. Damian: ...Since when? Jason: Since always, duh? Tim: (little evil laughter) Dick: Good. For you. Guys.

Tim: Hey, demon brat, tell B that I am out of patrols for today. Damian: Why is that? Tim: Oh, Jason taking me to the Gotham Knights' game. Damian: And why did he bother invite only you? Tim: Oh, I don't know, maybe because the last time you told him that all these sports suck. Damian, fuming: Drake- Steph, squinting: You said you don't like them either. Tim: Well, I guess I changed my mind after Jason invited me. Anyway, bye, losers. Damian: I shall put the end to his life! Dick: OKAY, CALM DOWN-

(A few months later)

Jason, sitting on the rooftop with Tim: Anyway, what is the ending point of all this? Like, until when you keep pissing them off by hanging out with me? Tim: Uh... Jason, there is no ending point. I like hanging out with you? Jason, with his eyes wet, because he thought Tim wasted his time on him just for the sake of something: oH

[shotmrmiller]

another thing i had in mind for ex husband simon was that this time you're more resistant. no touching, no nicknames that make you weak-kneed, nothing. divorce means divorce, and the wedge that split the two of you up would probably still be there.

fine by simon, he follows the rules to a T. hands to himself, polite greetings and only talks about the children. maybe for a birthday for the boys, he takes the family shopping for gifts since it's a tuesday and there won't be any party or whatever and when y'all come back home, the lights are on.

they'd been off when y'all left. simon quickly opens the middle console and pulls out his weapon and tells you to get in the drivers seat. should anything come running out, pedal to the metal.

a little bit of time passes, you're about to be driven crazy with anxiety but simon finally comes out, except he's empty handed.

comes to the side and opens the driver door. "whoever was in there is gone. probably hopped the back fence. i've already called the guys."

you're a sobbing mess because how dare someone come into your home? your sanctuary? what if-

and you come to a startling realization. what if you and the boys had been here? alone?

simon's looking down at his phone, and furrows his brows. "i gotta go get-" but you don't let him finish, trembling fingers grabbing the front of his shirt. "you cant leave us here. don't leave me alone. don't- just please. stay."

you're too upset to resist his embrace or correct him when he calls you sweetheart. the guys get there eventually, price and gaz waste no time in sweeping the area and you, accompanied by simon, tuck the kids to bed.

price calls it later, that the place seems to be clear. nothing really taken nor left behind. they all leave, johnny and kyle deciding to stay overnight across the street their car and simon also turns to bid you goodnight, except you don't let him.

you practically beg him to stay, that you won't feel safe without him here. the couch won't do because he's too far away, what if whoever that was comes in through the bedroom windows.

you seek comfort in him and in the dead of night, he whispers promises into your ear as he slides home. promises to keep you safe, to keep the kids safe. that he'd let nothing ever happened to you, not while he still lived and breathed.

when you're finally dozing, with his spend drying in between your legs, he grabs his phone and texts johnny that it's done, they can go home now.

johnny responds in seconds, telling him that he tore his very nice jeans jumping that rough hewn fence of theirs and that simon owes him a new pair.

[muwapsturniolo]

Backseat serenade 💳 Chris Sturniolo

"kid, what the fuck are you on about?"

✗ NSFW content ahead, car sex, riding, missionary, squirting, cum, not edited, there is a link to a porn video for one of the positions.

@plutism for dividers.

You were pissed.

It was the middle of December in LA and Chris had you standing outside waiting in the cold. He didn’t tell you why, he claimed it was a surprise.

“This dumbass boy, why the hell are him and Matt taking so long?” You mutter to yourself, shivering slightly. Not soon after, the familiar black car pulls into your driveway.

You go to wave to Matt, expecting Chris to hop out on the passenger side - you were wrong.

Your eyes widen seeing Chris hop out the car, a cocky smirk on his face as he makes his way towards you.

“What the fuck?” You mumble as soon as he approaches you, your confusion evident. He chuckles softly, his hands finding their rightful place on your waist.

“Why the hell are you driving with no licenses Chris? What if you got pulled over?” You begin to scold him.

He fishes in his pocket, pulling out his wallet and showing you his brand new drivers license.

“Surprised?” He asks as you snatch the wallet from him, examining the plastic ID. “When the hell did you take your test? You never even told me you were trying to get it!”

You gently slap his shoulder, going back to looking at the license.

“I wanted it to be a surprise…now come on, I want to drive you around for once.” You couldn’t help but smile at his words.

So here you were, sitting in the passenger seat for once as Chris drives. You couldn’t help but stare at him, watching the way his eyes dart across the road, the way his hand wrap around the steering wheel, the way he was manspreading…

He looked good, too good.

The plan was to get food and drive back to your place, but you wanted something else.

“Pull over.”

He gives you an odd look, his eyes darting back to the empty road. “What? Why? We’re almo-pull over Chris.”

He huffs and does as told, pulling over on the side of the road and turning the car off. You waste no time, crawling over the center console and situating yourself in his lap, slamming your lips against his.

You grind against him, enjoying the way his moans fall into your mouth. “Fuck- what’s gotten into you?” He asks as he pulls away from the sloppy kiss.

You ignore him and reach on the side of seat, pulling the lever so the seat is pulled all the way back.

“Doesn’t matter, now shut up and fuck me”

He smirks and does as told, quickly pulling his sweats and boxers down as you get to work on removing your own shorts and underwear.

He grabs the base of his dick, holding it up as you level yourself above him. You sink down, the both of you moaning out at the euphoric sensation.

His hands grip your hips harshly as you begin to bounce on him, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth.

“Shit, oh fuck-“ he moans lowly.

You moan with him, gripping both his shoulders and the seat harshly.

You looked pretty on top of him, perfect even, but he knew you were getting tired. “Fuck fuck fuck, get off-“ he lifts you with ease, managing to move your body in the small space.

He sits you down in the seat, his body hunched over yours as he throws your legs over his shoulders. You were practically bent in half, your toes touching the roof of the car.

He slips right back in, his thrusts causing the car to shake.

With the new and odd position you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching, the tip of his dick pushing against that special spot as well as your cervix.

“C-come on baby, give it t’me” he groans in your ear, his own orgasm quickly approaching. He sneaks his hand inbetween your conjoined bodies and thumbs your clit, swiping it quickly.

That’s all you need to release, your juices gushing out and covering the seat and windows. He groans and gives one final thrust, filling you up to the brim. the two of you sit there panting harshly, staring at each other with mischief.

"I got my license and we finally had car sex....Does this mean when I get my own private jet we can join the mile-high club?" You roll your eyes and push him away, the two of you starting to clean up your mess. little did you know, Chris took a picture of the excess juices on the window, posting it on his story.

a few days later he was looking for something to post on his story and he came across a photo from that night. you were in the passenger seat shoving frenchfries in your mouth, a wide smile on your face. not even thinking about it, he went ahead and posted it with the caption "passenger princess".

not even 20 minutes later, matt bursts into chris's room, a look of disgust on his face.

"get your own car you dirty bitch!"

chris looks up in confusion, trying to figure out why matt was so mad and calling him a dirty bitch.

"kid what the fuck are you on about?"

"you fucked her in the car! the car that we share! who does that? I'm actually going to kill both of you! you're disgusting!" matt walks out of the room, slamming the door in the process. chris snickers to himself and goes back on his phone, smiling as he sees a text from you come in.