#location minivan

[hysteria-things]

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read chris’s here

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay so long story short i was going to post the next part of promise last night but i got home from work, watched a movie, and passed out LMAO i never sleep well at night so your girl was tired🤣

i finished this today so i’m posting it now and then promise part three later! sorry for the wait :)

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

matt turns into a completely different human during aftercare. you guys would be done after a rough session and he’ll immediately ask if you’re okay at least a billion times and will get you anything you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his hands. will always be moving them on your body, and he knows you love it. if you guys are out in public or hanging out with friends he’ll still have a hand on you at all times.

a sucker for your tits. if you wear a tank top or a dress that shows cleavage he’ll be staring nonstop, especially when they bounce. will also play with them when you guys are alone.

“HONK HONK!”

“seriously?”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

uses a condom but when he doesn’t, he’ll pull out and cum on your tits. if you’re on your knees, then he’ll cum on your face. he enjoys cumming on your body, to say the least.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s the dominant one but wishes you’d be more dominant with him. you’ve done it a few times, but deep down he wants to be submissive to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

let’s be honest, he was a virgin when he met you. he’d never put himself out there but when you came into the picture something clicked in him and made him more confident in himself. he didn’t know what he was doing at first but learned quickly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he’s a cowgirl boy. the way your tits bounce in front of his face drives him up a wall. if not, then he’ll do missionary. more specifically where your legs are propped over his shoulders.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

matt knows you like his humor, so he’s not afraid to tell some jokes. you feel safe and comfortable when he goofs around a little.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

same as chris — not clean shaved but trimmed.

also doesn’t care if you have hair or not, but likes it when you have some just a little more.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

no matter if you’re going rough or not, he’ll always hold you skin-to-skin and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. it drives you crazy when you feel his whispers against you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

one time you left a pair of your panties at his house, and he keeps them in his underwear drawer. when he needs to relieve himself, he’ll grab them and he’ll jack off to it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

LOVES when you mark him. finds it so hot when you scratch up his back or leave hickeys on his neck to let everybody know you’re his.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

definitely the bedroom. he’s not the type to do anything in public, so either one of your rooms is the best bet. he’s a pretty private guy.

honorable mention is the minivan!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you send him nudes. he could be filming a vlog or car video when he gets a message from you, and he’ll put the video on hold to speed over to you.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

this was a little hard, but i think anal. for some reason, he finds it weird and also thinks that he’ll hurt you during it. just not his cup of tea.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

although he is matt the munch, when you suck his dick it sends him to another universe. loses his marbles the moment you put your mouth around him and when you overstimulate him.

his skill is top-tier; can eat you out for as long as he feels like it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he will go fast and rough if you tease him too much or if you’re acting like a brat, but other than that he’s in between. going hard to feel himself deep inside you, but will go slow at the same time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not too often, but if you guys are hanging out with friends at his/your house he’s not shy to take you to the bedroom (or bathroom) for a few.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

is a little skeptical when you ask to try something new, but will still experiment because he wants to see what makes you happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

like one LMAO he’s not the type to keep going after you orgasm for the first time. once you guys cum, you’re both pretty satisfied as it is.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

like chris, he doesn’t own any but you do. if you’re the dominant one at the moment, you’ll tease his tip with a vibrator to make him squirm and moan your name😇

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s not much of a teaser in the relationship but you are. especially when you’re super horny, you’ll tease the crap out of him no matter what you guys are doing. you just want him to fuck the shit out of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

BOY IS A WHIMPERER AND MOANER. if he’s not dirty-talking, he’ll bury his head into your neck and whimper about how good you feel wrapped around him. when he’s close, his moans will become more rapid.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

if he’s playing video games, he’ll let you cockwarm him. it’s a fun little game he likes to play with you. his one rule is to not move, but if you do, he’ll bend you over the desk while you play the game for him. you lose every time.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

looks lanky but has a decent build. when his body tenses as he’s fucking you, you see his toned muscles more clearly.

not as big as chris, but is more lengthy. i said what i said.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not as high as yours LOL. you wish you could fuck all the time, but he’ll have sex if the both of you are in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

no matter how tired he is, he’ll make sure your needs are fulfilled before falling asleep. he doesn’t want to leave you hanging. when he does go to sleep, he’ll wrap his arms around you and cuddle until you guys wake up.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[araybiaaa]

“𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔”

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rafe

i’ll be at ur house around 8.

6:45 PM

SOFIA smiled as she typed a quick message in response before resuming her makeup. She had already showered and curled her hair, now perched down in front of her vanity as she primed her face. He’d decided to take her out on a date tonight; a drive-in movie down at the park. She knew that with them being outside that she didn’t necessarily need too much so she only applied a bit of foundation, a touch of concealer and slicked her plump lips with lipliner and gloss.

By the time she’s finished getting dressed, she hears the sound of a knock against her bedroom door indicating Rafe’s arrival. She grabs her bag off of the dresser, sliding her arms through the straps before she approaches the door. Unlocking the door and twisting the knob, she tugs it open and immediately smiles at the sight of Rafe standing athwart from her.

He’s clad in jeans, a navy blue henley and a fitted cap that he wears backwards; looking deliciously irresistible. And he must be thinking the same of her, because his eyes wander over her body in a coquettish gesture as he bites his lip causing her cheeks to pinken at his smothering gaze.

Him just looking at her always got a rise out of her. There was something about the way he looked at her; full of adulation and enamor that made Sofia feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Hey, baby.” He says, meeting her halfway in an approach. She stands on the tip of her toes to wrap her arms around his neck; feeling his own slide around the curve of her waist as he tugged her body against his.

Sofia immediately melts into the embrace—overwhelmed by the feeling of his arms and the invigorating smell of his resinous cologne. He slouched over slightly, squeezing her body with affection as he turned his head and kissed her cheek.

It’s ridiculous—because she’d just spent the last two nights over at his house—only coming back yesterday evening to babysit for her parents who had to third shift work—but she missed him the entire night that they spent separated.

Now being held in his arms again filled the void of his absence.

“Hi,” She says softly, unable to constrain her mouth from the wide, mirthful smile from stretching across her face. When they retract from the embrace, Rafe closes her bedroom door behind her before reaching for her hand.

“You look beautiful as always.” He compliments, causing the flush to deepen across her cheeks.

She wore a yellow floral spaghetti strapped shirt and cut off denim shorts. She complimented her outfit with a silver S necklace that Rafe gifted her for her birthday and a pair of white sandals.

“Thank you. You look nice yourself,” They descend down the driveway now approaching his car. “So, what movie are they playing?”

He reaches around her as he tugged open the door, holding it open for her so that she could clamber inside. “Some chick flick.”

She giggles, rolling her eyes as she slid into the passenger’s seat.

…

They drive from one side of the island to the other, now finding themselves at the park.

When they arrive; there’s already a slew of cars parked in the grassy field. A large, white projection screen was displayed in front of the cars, a concession kiosk was located near the bathroom and water fountains, packed with movie snacks ready for purchase.

There were groups of people standing around conversing as they waited for the movie to begin or they were returning back to their cars after buying snacks from the kiosk.

Rafe pulls into the grass and finds an empty parking spot just near the back of the park, squeezed in between a minivan and a Toyota. He retracts the keys from the ignition, turning off the car’s engine. “Do you want anything?” He posits as he rummaged through his pockets to retrieve his wallet.

“A cherry Coke and small popcorn with lots of butter, please!” She avers before twisting her body around to retrieve the quilted blanket she brought from home. She unlatched her seatbelt so that she’s able to maneuver around with more space and swathes the blanket over her legs, adjusting comfortably in her seat.

Rafe nodded in acknowledgment, “I’ll be right back,” He retrieves two twenty dollar bills from his wallet, absentmindedly tossing it into the cup holder before departing from the car.

He walks across the field, weaving his way through the horizontal rows of cars that filled the park and made his way to the line for the concession kiosk. The wait for the line thankfully proceeded by fairly quickly with Rafe being next in line before it even comes to his realization.

It’s a teenage girl standing behind the register.

Her dark brunette hair is decorated with blue and green streaks, nearly every hole and inch of her face is accompanied by a silver piercing. Her expression reflects one of ennui, like she would rather be doing anything else on a Friday night than handle the exchange of snacks and ticket purchasing. “How may I help you?” She asks, her voice mimicked her stoic demeanor.

Rafe recites his order then proffers both of the twenty dollar bills over to her. He pockets his change then grabs ahold of the cup holder that held Sofia’s cherry Coke and his blueberry slurpee, along with the large tub of buttery popcorn and a small tray of nachos.

When he returns to the car, Sofia crawls over the console to open the door for him.

She takes the cup holder and sets their drinks aside. Rafe slides into his seat and closes the door.

“Thank you, baby.” She says, leaning over to press a kiss against his cheek before reaching down and grabbing ahold of his slurpee. She puckers her lips around the straw, swallowing down the saccharine, syrupy thick iced drink.

“You’re welcome.” He chuckles, shaking his head as he doesn’t even bother to accost her for drinking his drink because he came to the realization long ago that sharing food was an imperative part of dating especially with Sofia. (And honestly, it wasn’t like he minded anyway.)

She only takes a few ginger sips before she’s shivering from brain freeze and sets the drink back in its respective place in the cup holder.

…

“This is the one about the guy that makes the bet with his friends to get that girl to go out with him, right?” Rafe posits curiously as he shoved a handful of the buttery snack into his mouth. He turns to look at Sofia who gives him an amused look, surprised by his knowledge of the film. “Sarah used to watch this movie every day. It was one of her favorites. She was obsessed with that guy,” He nudged his chin outwardly to the screen that showed a youthful Heath Ledger and a prepubescent looking Joseph Gordon-Levitt in 10 Things I Hate About You.

Sofia nodded, “Mhm. Heath was hot but I watched How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days religiously for Matthew McConaughey. He was like the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He still is.”

Rafe raises his brow, “Ah, really?” He teases, feigning a mocking offense as he nods his head.

Sofia giggles at his playful tease. She leans halfway across the console, pecking soft kisses against his pouty lips. “Aw, don’t be like that. You know that you’re sexy,” She murmurs, feeling the impish smirk of his mouth as he indulged in her coquettish prowess.

“So he’s gorgeous but I only get sexy?” He accuses petulantly, much to Sofia’s amusement.

She huffs another quiet laugh against his mouth, “You’re unbelievable,” She pecks his lips one last time before retracting from the embrace but Rafe reaches out and tugs her hand, maneuvering her over the console so that she was now sprawled across his lap.

Her hands stretch around his neck, gently brushing against his nape while his rested on her waist. “Yeah, but you still love me though.”

(And she does.

God, she really fucking does.)

He smirks as he leans in for a kiss.

It’s a little sloppy given the angle and she makes a soft noise at the abruptness of his onslaught, but then she’s maneuvering around to where she’s able to capture his mouth at a better angle to where he’s fully kissing her.

Their lips ravenously devouring each others, their tongues intertwine.

She’s moaning and whimpering into Rafe’s mouth, indulging into the vigor that he’s pouring into the kisses. He slacks his jaw wider, nipping her lower lip with his top one and sucking diligently on the plush flesh until it swells, then releases it with a loud pop.

“God, Sof,” He groans, his lips brush against her neck as she holds him closely to her. “You’re killin’ me,” He laments, nudging his hips upward against her pelvis—allowing her to feel the swell of his impending arousal—and how his cock’s already painstakingly hard and curled against the zipper of his jeans.

Sofia huffs a labored laugh, squeezing her thighs together as she felt the pleasure of her of own arousal lick up her spine and the gusset of her underwear suddenly coming sticky with her slickness.

And she tries so hard to not succumb to her libido, because they’re in a park full of other people. But the moment she feels Rafe’s hand squeeze her thigh, along with his guttural plead of “Can I? Please, baby,” that he whimpers into her ear; any apprehension or sensibility falls completely into a null void.

She usually doesn’t partake in any public affairs, but with Rafe’s car parked in the near back, the darkness of the nightfall and the tint of his windows, they’re given some semblance of privacy.

It’s a tight fit with them squished in the front seat like this. Sofia’s head is nearly hitting the top of the car’s roof and her ass is just a few inches away from pressing against the steering wheel. Either she doesn’t notice or doesn’t care (it’s a possibility of both) because she’s kissing him filthily and frantic with her teeth tugging at his lower lip, in attempts of getting him to part his mouth wider.

She arches her back and fluctuates a slow upward grind against his clothed erection that’s pressed between her thighs.

The way she’s grinding on him; fluidly and torturously slow with her hips rutting against his has both of their bodies trembling. His hands moved from her hips, sliding down the sinuous jut of them in favor of reaching behind her and cupping her ass.

“Sof,”

“Rafe,” She moans breathily again, his name seems to be the only word in her vocabulary right now. She handles a grip on the headrest to steady her balance as she still salaciously chafed her pelvis against his.

She’s so far gone that her senses are disoriented — all she could focus on was him and the way his hands groped her with affection, how her body writhed and responded to his touch. She becomes frustrated with the barrier of clothes between them and he must feel it too because he’s suddenly loosening his grip on her ass and has his hand hovering tentatively over the waistband of her jeans. “Yeah?” He asks, looking up at her underneath the hooded lids of his eyes.

He licks his swollen lips, panting and waiting for her response.

“Yes. God, yes.” She whimpers, scooting herself back enough so that he’s able to pop open the buttons and shimmy the zipper down. When her shorts loosen around her hips, he tugs them down just enough so that he’s able to slide his hand down the front of her shorts and below her soaked underwear.

“Jesus, Sof.” He murmurs, raveling in how wanton and wet she already was when he had barely even touched her yet.

He smells the sweet stench of her wetness filling his senses. Rafe rubs a hand against her thigh, then slowly eases his way upward towards her sex. She inhaled a soft breath, placing her hands on his broad shoulders to steady herself as she flicks her eyes down and watched him in heed. His forefinger teases her milky lips, her body jerks at the contact, bites on her bottom lip as he glared up at her.

“S’okay, just, keep going.” She assures him with a comfirmating nod.

Rafe pauses, waiting a beat before continuing.

His finger teasingly grazed along her slit again. Brushing through a few curly hairs he finds down there, he gently eases a finger inside of her. Warmth and wetness drenches his fingers. Sofia squeezes her eyes shut, the feeling too good to describe. She breathes softly, nudges her hips forward, telling him to insert another. He avidly complies; now inserting his middle finger in the milky wetness of her cunt.

His fingers moved deftly inside of her, inflicting her with sensations that’s impossible to replicate, filling her body with this incredible need. He finds the small, sensitive nub and curls his fingers around it. She huffs ragged moans in his ears, her forehead drops to his shoulders.

Rafe could feel her swelling around the thickness of his fingers, could feel her thighs clamping down on him while he moved inside of her. “Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you all over my fingers,” He whispers huskily in her ears, pressing a gentle kiss against her temple as he increased his efforts.

Her mind is hazy, thighs quivering relentlessly beneath her, stretching just so on the precipice of pain.

“Hnn,” The broken moan strangles off of her lips. Any semblance of coherency is gone as she feels dizzy into the euphoric pleasure. It’s overwhelming, almost suffocating but in the best way possible. She clenched and swelled around his fingers, signaling that the precipice of her orgasm was near.

She grinds down onto his fingers, lacking any suave fluidity in the haste gyration of her hips. She’s panting, in unevened breaths, trembling atop of him wrecking her completely almost to the brink.

Her teeth are biting at his shoulder, her hips rolling in a lazy tandem against his fingers.

Rafe flicks his wrists and curls his fingers deeper. He could hear the wet sounds as his fingers puckered in and out, in and out.

“Right there, good, yeah, like that. Just, let go.” He murmurs, the encouraging words of appraisals that he whispers in her ears causes a high whine to fall from her lips. Her head lulls back, mouth slants agape in a perfect O sweat sheened along her skin, her lips, plump and kiss-swollen, the perfect shade of red. He watches her body tremble atop of him as she comes undone, her arousal is hot and warm, kinda sticky as it seeps his fingers.

Her body is hunched over, wisps of her rugged breath wafts against his skin as she buries her face in his neck. She’s still shuddering after she cums, her hands loosen the tightened grip she held around his shirt in favor of resting gently on his forearms.

“Need you,” She murmurs before reclaiming her mouth against his in a slow, but ravenous kiss. She parts her mouth open a little wider, slotting her lips in tandem with his. Her slender hands retract from around his neck and raffishly glide down his chest where she slides her hand beneath his shirt that rises up a bit at the hem.

Sofia scoots herself back just enough to where she’s able to unlatch Rafe’s belt from its loops.

The pants loosened around his slender hips. He breathes ruggedly through his flared nostrils as he sat there, watching Sofia underneath his smoldering gaze. She slides her hands down the front of Rafe’s boxers, the coldness of the skin-to-skin contact causes him to shiver. She brushes her hands past the blonde curls of pubic hair until she’s fully wrapped her hand around Rafe’s engorged girth. With him already leaking milky fluid from his flushed slit, Sofia brushed her thumb over it and rubs in the residue using it as a lubricant

She hasn’t even done anything yet and Rafe already feels like he’s about to combust messily all over the seats and in her hands. Sofia adjusts her fingers around Rafe’s cock and tugs her hand upward in a pumping motion. His throat clicked, eyes fluttered close.

“Sofia,” He groans, guttural and throaty.

She reached her hand up and cradled the back of his neck, tugging him closer as they kissed slowly. He moaned in her mouth, thrusting himself against the warmth of her dexterous hands, chasing his orgasm that he was desperately seeking. Normally he would last a little longer in duration, but with his body being hypersensitive to her touch after being deprived of her for so long, he could feel himself already beginning to arrive to his precipice.

She must’ve sensed it too—from the way his breathing hitched and his eyes lowered and the way he swelled in her hands—because she captured his bottom lip with his teeth, teasingly nipping at it whispering a coquettish: “Not yet,” Rafe’s stomach tightened and his toes curled at the feeling of her lips sucking at his neck again.

Sofia levels herself off of his lap just enough for her to maneuver out of her shorts.

Rafe’s eyes lowered where he sees her black laced thong and a giant wet spot on the front that spurred from her own arousal. She grabs the edge of the lace material, pulling her underwear aside. She’s wet and her arousal is glistening as she reveals herself openly to him.

His tip spreads her slicked lips open invitingly, the pain is sharp and spreads through her entire body as he prods inside of her inch by inch, filling her just so. Rafe feels himself trembling as he nudged inside of her, it’s only the tip and a few inches, but it’s still enough to have him completely wrecked by her. He shifts his hips, snapping them against hers as he fully accommodates her with him curled against her hilt and bottoming her out.

“Oh my god,” Sofia cries in pleasure, feeling her eyes fluttering in content at the sensation of him filling her.

Her clenching cunt pulls him back in every time he slips out of her it’s perfect the way they move in tandem, both reciprocating the emphasized gyration of their hips, fucking each other into oblivion until their minds are delirious from the clouded pleasure.

Her skin is slick with sweat.

Her cheeks are rosy and flushed; her jaw slacked as her mouth parted open slightly ajar while she crooned loudly in pleasure. Pleading whimpers and breathy moans falls off of her kiss-swollen lips as she arches her back and tosses her head back. She furrows her eyebrows, catching her bottom lip between the grip of her teeth as she cants her hips in a fluid thrust, chafing her pelvis against his as she chased her orgasm.

Pleasure spreads through every crevasse of her body––starting from her head, moving down the curve of her spine, until it reaches her toes that curl in avidity at the delicious skin-to-skin contact. Her hands that were previously splayed on his chest, anchoring her in place, were now gripping the headrest of the seat.

“Rafe!” She makes an incoherent noise that sounds like a broken moan and a pleading whimper that catches in the back of her throat and causes her to choke up a bit.

“Shh. You have to be quiet, baby.” Rafe forewarns her, and only then in that moment is she reminded that they were still in the field of the park surrounded by hundreds of other people.

She purses her lips and tucks her face against his neck, burying her moans against his skin.

He’s unrelenting in his thrusts––extracting and filling her back up with this irreplaceable pleasure that has her back bowing every time he rolls his hips up to hers. His hands; large and callused are roughly palming her ass cheeks, digging into her skin as he assists her in her movements, murmuring words of encouragement while she fucks herself on him.

Rafe spreads his legs wider; the new change in adjustment allows him to receive a better view of his turgid cock penetrating her wanton cunt. His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at the sight of them, how his cock’s now drenched with her arousal. Their slick skin ricochets with every upthrust of his hips that meets hers, it’s suave and precise enough so that he’s perfectly hitting her hilt with every stroke.

She’s still biting on her lip and the sight of it gives him the sudden urge to kiss her. He grabs ahold of her chin with his thumb and forefinger, nudging her head up a few inches so that’s catching her mouth at a leveled angle. He’s kissing her with a delicate heed, his mouth is pliant against hers as they reciprocated feverish kisses.

“Fuck,” He groans in her ear, the wisps of his hot breath tickles against her neck. “You feel so good around me, baby,” His lips move in a downward path, kissing the spot below her ear, sliding over the curve of her clavicle, pampering open-mouthed kisses along her neckline until he reaches her mouth again.

He pushes her hair out of her face as he pulls her in for a deep kiss. It’s messy, mostly a mesh of lips on lips.

Her cunt quivers around his cock, her walls entrap him, pulling him back in for more as he delved into her wanton warmth. Sofia hastens her movements, transitioning from a fluid thrust to avidly bouncing. His balls smack loudly against her butt as he fucked relentlessly into her.

Rafe presses a thumb against her clit, rubbing teasing circles against her slick swollen lips.

Sofia’s head falls back in pleasure.

He grunts, resting a hand on her waist as he guided the movement of her hips, assisting her as she circled her hips. It’s almost too good for words the way he makes her body feel. The tip of his dick’s hitting her sweet spot every time, lingering there for a moment, driving her completely insane.

Sweats beaded along her forehead and her legs are trembling as he’s relentlessly pounding and positioning inside of her, hitting her hit with each upstroke that he gives. She’s cuming almost a few minutes later. Her body goes lax as it spills out of her; her breathing heavy and heaving in sporadic chasms. Rafe thrusts against her; barely even a few seconds behind as he cums messily all over her thighs.

She cleans herself with a napkin that she finds in his glove compartment, wiping away the sticky white residue.

She’s barely given any time to recover before there’s a knock against the driver’s window that has Sofia yelping softly. She hurriedly clambered off of Rafe’s lap and tugged her shorts back over her hips after sliding back into the passenger’s seat.

Rafe assured he was presentable before lowering his window. He harrumphs softly, placating an innocent facade. “Yeah?” It’s a girl who looks no more than twenty years old, standing there giving them both a skeptical look.

“You do realize that the movie ended ten minutes ago, right? We have to clean up out here but we can’t do that with your car still parked here,” She accosts, gesturing around the now vacant field that neither Rafe or Sofia had realized emptied as they were too preoccupied with their own salacious endeavors to notice.

Sofia’s face flushes in chagrin, “We’re so sorry!”

Rafe nods in agreement; “Yeah. We’re leaving now.”

The girl shifts her eyes between the two of them again, before shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she sauntered off. Sofia groans, burying her face in her hands.

“She totally knows what we were doing.”

Rafe chuckles in amusement as he leans over to kiss her cheek before turning on the car’s engine.

[mattslolita]

𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 ( 𝒎. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃! )

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the cool breeze of the boston air whipped throughout her hair softly as she gazed up at the night sky in front of her — the stars looked like freckles dancing across the canvas of someone's face, painting a wondrous scene in front of her.

sat on the side of her was her boyfriend matt, who had been admiring the beautiful brown skinned girl beside him. in his mind, the starstruck look on her face was easily more beautiful than the view of the stars splayed in front of them.

being that the two were already surrounded by family most of the time, they didn't always get a chance to have alone time with one another. this surprise date idea was initiated by matt, and she was quick to oblige as she had been incredibly happy.

"did we run out of the white cheddar cheez itz that fast?" she whispers to him, turning to see that he already had his eyes on her.

"y/n, you finished them during the car ride here," matt laughs at her softly, but his eyes go wide and he snaps his fingers at her, "but wait, i bought more snacks cause i know how you are."

she playfully shoves his arm, as he gets up and walks back over to his minivan. she puts her arms under her head and lays her head back, looking back up at the scenery with a soft smile on her features.

when he comes back over to see her, he's so mesmerized by the starstruck expression she has on her face that he doesn't even bother to announce that the snacks are back.

instead, he goes and lays down next to her, gently placing his head next to hers as his arm reaches over and pulls her waist closer to him. he traces small patterns on her stomach, creating a tingling sensation throughout her body as she leaned into his touch.

and the two stayed that way for a while, lost in the feeling of each other — the soft hum of the owls in the distance mixed with the small buzz of the city life below the hill they were on created a peaceful moment that they were sure to take in.

"which star is yours?" matt asks her, his gaze now on her as she bites her lip in contemplation.

"do you see the constellation orion right there?" she says softly. she points to the alignment of three stars which portray orion's belt.

she grabs his hand into hers and lifts his middle finger up, tracing out the pattern of orion the hunter above them — then she slowly moves his finger to the bright eye which belongs to taurus the bull. "taurus."

"your sign," he smiles, and hums in agreement, turning to smile at him.

"unfortunately though, you can't see leo very well at the moment," she explains to him, "taurus is northwest of orion, also surrounded by gemini with aries on the right side of it."

"do you know where leo is usually located?" he asks, causing her to beam as she nods furiously.

"leo is like between cancer and virgo, and its other constellation neighbors are hydra, leo minor, ursa major, and sextans which are the only ones i can remember right now."

"sextans, huh?" matt grins suggestively, to which she smacks her teeth with a playful eyeroll.

"grow up, matthew," she giggles, and gosh he loves the way his full name rolls off her tongue. "can you try and not make this sexual right now?"

"depends," matt shrugs with a grin, slowly placing himself on top of her, tucking a french braid away from her face as he presses a kiss to her nose, "how long can you go without resisting me?"

she giggles at him and presses their lips together slowly, until suddenly a small flash of light moves across the sky in hues of blue, causing her to grin into the kiss — a shooting star.

her wish was to stay in moments like these forever.

[probably-writing-x]

Well Rested

Summary:

Warnings: Fluffy as heck, maybe some tiny tiny sexual reference if you’re squinting

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy <3 Thank you for your request, my requests are always open if you fancy giving me suggestions xoxo

~~~

It was a surprise to all of you that you’d managed to organise this trip and actually find time to do it - two weeks where all of you were free, and all of you up for a trip away. You’d flown out from New York in the early hours of this morning and had landed in the Dominican Republic an hour or so ago. Your flight had been a little delayed, the aeroplane was packed full and you were waiting at the airport now for your transport to the villa you’d be staying in. It was a lodge on the beach, overlooking the water, a spot where you’d be certain to get the best views and a couple of weeks of blissful break.

Drew had been groggy since you’d woken up this morning. He hadn’t slept last night because he was certain all of you were going to miss your flight, or one of you would be stranded at the airport. He hadn’t been able to rest at the airport because he had to make sure you all had your boarding passes and your passports and the information for your trip. He was like the holiday Dad of the group - keeping everything in check. He never slept on flights - his long legs were too cramped in the seat and he couldn’t settle for long enough to ever let him properly rest. So, by the time you landed in your location, he was overtired and yet to relax.

“Okay, car’s here!” Madelyn smiles, standing up from where you’d all been sat on the pavement outside of the airport.

She stretches in the heat and grabs her suitcase as a minivan pulls into the space in front of you all.

“Thank god!” Chase lets out a sigh of relief and follows after her, the rest of them following too.

Drew pokes open an eye and groans, stretching a little from where he was laying on his big backpack, “It’s here?”

“Were you sleeping?” You smile lightly at him, picking up your own bag.

“No, trying to, but no,” He sighs, pushing himself up to sit, “Wait wait wait.”

You stop in your tracks and turn around to face him as he forces himself to stand, taking your bag from you, “I got it.”

“Ugh, adorable,” Madison grins at the two of you, her head sticking out the window of the car, “But please god just get in the van.”

Drew throws your bag next to his in the trunk and holds the door open for the two of you to climb into the back row of the van. Jonathan, Rudy and Madelyn were sat in the row in front of you, Madison, Chase and Carlacia sat in the seats in front of them, and you and Drew at the back, with Austin on the other side of you. Drew crosses his arms over his chest and leans his head onto your shoulder, snuggling into you like he was some sort of golden retriever.

“Woah, woah, woah, none of that,” Austin wiggles his finger in Drew’s direction, “We’re in holiday mode now! We need energy!”

“Shut up,” Drew grumbles, shuffling closer to you in his seat so that it urges you to wrap an arm around him.

He stretches out one of his hands and moves your hand up to his hair, waiting for you to run your fingers through it before he drops his arm back down.

“He’ll have energy once he’s napped, but you’re currently dealing with a very sleep-deprived Drew Starkey,” You comment, running your hand through his hair aimlessly.

Jonathan and Rudy look at each other and then turn in their seats, both poking above the height of the chair so that you can see them like floating heads.

“Do you need us to sing to you?”

“No,” Drew states.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Wait you do want us to sing to you?”

“No.”

“You don’t?”

“No.”

“So you do?”

Drew opens his eyes, “Please shut up.”

You laugh and wrap your other arm around him, running your fingers along the length of his forearm, “Leave the poor boy alone.”

Drew wraps his arms around one of your arms and buries his head into your neck, breathing in your scent as he wished for sleep to overcome him.

“Oooh I think we’re here!” Madelyn points out of the window, “That’s the villas, right?”

You glance up as the car is indicating to turn into the complex, where a row of separate villas are just visible across the sand. They’re bigger than you had imagined, which is a little bit of a relief considering how many of you there were.

“Come on baby, we’re here now,” You comment, nudging your shoulder up a little to move Drew’s head.

He grumbles and reluctantly pulls his head away from you, keeping his arms wrapped around one of yours.

“We can go straight to bed,” You encourage him quietly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

He closes his eyes and hums at the contact, releasing a little sigh of relief.

“Come on lovebirds!” Austin grins, holding the door open, “No time to waste.”

~~~

The group of you all pile through into your villa once you’ve been checked in, all of you dragging bags through the door. It’s got a wide open plan lounge and kitchen, and a wall of glass windows and doors that go out onto the terrace. There, it’s decorated with two hammocks on either side, and a fire pit with a big couch before the floor dips and an infinity pool appears to spill down into the sea beyond it.

As the only couple on the trip, you and Drew take the master bedroom and the rest of the group split between the remaining rooms. They all tell you to be out at the pool as soon as possible, the group seemingly injected with energy now that you were finally here.

You follow behind Drew who’s carrying your bags into the room, dropping them down beside each other in front of the closet. Your room has a large window on one wall stretching down to the floor, giving you a view of the bay, quiet and tranquil. Your boyfriend instantly goes over to the bed and flops himself down, spreading out his arms either side as his legs dangle off the edge, bent at the knee as his feet rest on the floor.

“We need to meet the others,” You giggle, rummaging through your bag to find a bikini.

Drew pokes one eye open at you as you start to change out of your airport clothes, folding them on top of your suitcase as you pull your bikini on.

“Oi!” You wiggle a finger at him, “Stop looking.”

He laughs and rests one arm under his head to angle his head up a little, “Can we just sleep here?”

“No,” You raise your eyebrows at him, “Tie this up please.”

He pushes himself up to sit on the edge of the bed as you move to stand between his legs and his fingers come up to tie up the top of your bikini, fitting it neatly in a bow around your neck. When he’s done, he drags his hands down your sides until they’re at your hips and he guides you around to face him.

You lift up your hands into his hair and run your hands over it, watching him lean into your touch, “You can catch up on your sleep later.”

He wraps his arms tighter around you and rests his head against your stomach, pressing a soft kiss just above your belly button.

“I want to catch up on sleep now,” He mumbles, looking up at you with the closest thing to puppy eyes that he could give you, a pout on his lips.

You lean down until your lips are just an inch away from his, pulling away slightly before he can make any contact, “Then what’s the fun in me putting on my sexiest bikini if you don’t even get to enjoy it?”

He groans, from deep in his chest, as you kiss his lips quickly and pull away from his grip, glancing over your shoulder for just long enough to see him looking desperately after you, defeat hanging on his shoulders.

~~~

You’re out by the pool with everyone for no more than ten minutes when you hear the door of the villa slide open again and shut soon after. You’d managed to steal one of the netted hammocks in the sun, lounging back on it and basking in the relief of having the sun on your skin.

“Well look who decided to show!” Rudy grins from where he was in the pool with Jonathan, the two of them playing a makeshift game of water basketball.

Madelyn and Carlacia look up from where they’re sat with their legs dangling in the water, and Madison, Austin and Chase all look up from where they were squashed beside each other sitting on the other hammock.

You poke an eye open to see Drew closing the villa door, a pair of his new swimming shorts on and a navy baseball cap on his head. His torso looks even more defined and his skin looks desperate to catch a tan. He makes a beeline for you and grips the net of the hammock to stop it from swinging beneath you, towering over you to block the sun from above.

“Hi,”

“Hello,” You grin, “What made you change your mind?”

He rolls his eyes sarcastically at you before shifting himself to lay down on the hammock beside you, stretching out an arm so that you can rest on his chest.

“What you’re not going to join us? We’ve just set up a game!” Jonathan exclaims, splashing water in your direction that fails to catch you.

“Shut up,” You mumble in response and feel Drew’s chest shake with his laugh beneath you.

He draws lazy patterns up and down your arm as you rest on the rise and fall of his chest, and he moves his other hand up to knock down the cap from his head to cover his face.

“Good night,” He grumbles, his other arm wrapping around you to tighten his hold on you, making it certain you weren’t going anywhere.

You draw circles around his chest and torso as he starts to doze off, sleep overcoming him soon under the comfort of your touch.

The sleep deprivation felt worth it to fall asleep exactly like this, the rowdy noise of the rest of the group feeling forgotten when he had you in his arms.

[theworldoffostering]

My car engine broke down last week. $12k to replace my engine. Instead of fixing it, I traded my minivan in for $12k, and now have an unexpected car payment. Was hoping to get another 100k miles out of my 2016 Odyssey, but nothing to be done at this point. We located the new car online, made the deal over the phone, and the dealership told us we would be in and out of the dealership in an hour as they didn’t have the car onsite.

We drove 75 minutes, spent five hours at the dealership with four kids, and were there two hours beyond closing time. I have no idea why. I hate car buying! Next time I’m going through Costco. I tried to this time around, but they didn’t have any Odysseys on the lot that were in the lowest trim level.

They ended up driving the car up to us two days later when they located it. It has a paint issue so I’m waiting to hear how that’s going to be resolved. Nothing like buying a car sight unseen.

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

why's it always gotta be Young Viktor Movie this (RIP my condolences) and Young Matchablossom OVA that? Give me ten year time skip OVA. Give me mid-thirties to early-forties rep. Joe's knees are making unsettling noises and Kauru has been obsessively tracking their budget for months to make sure they can afford the mortgage on a house while also keeping their respective businesses afloat. Joe is driving a minivan. Kauru's having a slightly early midlife crisis and put some of his piercings back in. Joe's restaurant has multiple locations now and he's constantly juggling staffing and budget and supply chain issues. Kauru has mild chronic pain that never really went away after The Incident. They've been wearing matching rings for five years but Joe's is on a chain around his neck because he's always in the kitchen, and Reki still hasn't Realized. I love characters my age (I was between Viktor and Yuri's ages when YoI came out, and just a couple years older than Matchablossom when Sk8 came out) and I don't want to go backwards with them, I want them to age with me. *pouts*

[blueiscoool]

The Submersible Titan

OceanGate CEO Stockton Rush gives a tour of his submersible Titan.

He was one of five people that died on his own invulnerable submersible 'Titan'.

The submersible was carrying an expedition of tourists, including Hamish Harding, Paul-Henri Nargeolet, Shahzada Dawood, Dawood's son, Suleman, and the founder of OceanGate, Stockton Rush.

Debbie Field of Missing Submersible Titan Found Near Titanic

Debris has been found in the search for the missing Titan, including parts of its outside cover.

Dive expert David Mearns said the president of the Explorers Club - which is connected to the diving and rescue community - says the debris includes "a landing frame and a rear cover from the submersible".

The US Coast Guard earlier confirmed a "debris field" had been found within the search area.

It was located by a remote-controlled underwater search vehicle (ROV) near the wreck of the Titanic.

Some experts have speculated that it could have suffered a catastrophic implosion as a result of a hull failure. The minivan-sized submersible was owned and operated by the private company OceanGate Expeditions.

The firm's co-founder, Guillermo Söhnlein, said that he believes there may have been an "instantaneous implosion" of the craft.

"If that's what happened, that's what would have happened four days ago," he said.

[fixaidea]

Excerpt from a fic I'll probably never write:

(From the DMBJ end this takes place in a sort of mixed 'verse that's mostly book, but Zhang Rishan is still around, because it's fun to bother him.)

(The premise would be that an ancient artifact in the Smithonian starts acting up. By the combined efforts of Dr Strange and the leading historians of the museum they work out that this thing is likely a piece of a set of four, and might be stopped from taking out the museum and half of Wasington with it if reunited with the other pieces. Problem is, no one has any idea where to find these pieces beyond 'somewhere in China' which, let's be real, is kind of a broad scope.)

****

This was the kind of situation where someone knowing a guy who knew a guy would have helped a lot, but since he cut ties with the SHIELD a lot of these connections went up in smoke and, regrettably, Steve Rogers did not know a guy.

He did not, but, as it turned out, Doctor Strange did. Not only did he know a guy, he knew an entire clan of once-powerful mystics who doubled as professional graverobbers and had connections all over the Chinese antiques mafia.

Phone calls were made, plans were discussed, and by the time Steve, a handful of ex-Avengers and some new faces he managed to round up landed in Beijing the Zhang clan was waiting for them with people and equipment ready to go, and the probable location of the three missing pieces all worked out.

Used as he was to taking the lead, Steve was both appreciative of and, honestly, quite nervous about having been swept up in the flow like this, but since the matter was extremely time-sensitive he was ready to swallow his pride and follow along.

As it turned out, not everyone on his team felt the same way.

About two hours into packing and organising people into teams (three teams for the three tombs with three graverobbers for team leaders) Steve was approached by Doctor Strange's main contact, a man called Zhang Rishan.

Director Zhang did not look happy.

'Tell me Captain, your friend, Mr Stark - would you say his behaviour today is typical?'

Steve stifled a groan, opting for a deep sigh instead.

'No, I'm afraid usually he's much worse.'

Director Zhang nodded.

'That settles it then. He's going with the Iron Triangle.'

Steve followed his gaze all the way to the other end of the hangar, to a white minivan and the three people around it. If Steve had to sum up his first impression he would have described them as a middle-aged substitute teacher, a slightly older guy who was as round as he was loud and some twenty-something prettyboy who never quite grew out of his emo phase. He sighed and tuned back to Director Zhang.

'I take it you don't like this 'Iron Triangle' very much?'

Director Zhang opened his arms in an elegant shrug.

'Let me put it this way: there is some lingering tension due to conflicting loyalties and... certain past events, but I have no personal problem with any one of them. I'm certainly not trying to punish them by foisting your friend on them. No, out of all three team leaders Wu Xie is best qualified to deal with him.'

'How so?'

'Because I don't want to work with him and judging by his performance today he'd just waste Xie Yuchen's time and energy by trying to engage him in a power struggle the whole way. Wu Xie has the air of a harmless nobody even if he's anything but, so he's unlikely to provoke your friend's ego by merely existing. Besides, his greatest strength is how well he gets along with even the most difficult people. Give him enough time and he will befriend a stone statue.'

Steve sniggered and shook his head.

'Oh good! I just hope this friendly energy keeps up when Stark tries to steamroll over him.'

'That will not be a problem' said Director Zhang 'Wu Xie himself may not be naturally confrontational and might let him get his way, but the Iron Triangle is three people for a reason.'

He turned towards the trio in the far end of the hangar, nodding at the boy in black.

'I haven't worked with Zhang Qiling since the sixties, but unless he'd become a fundamentally different person since, I can tell you exactly how any disagreement will go. Mr Stark will have his opinion, Wu Xie will try to reason will him, Zhang Qiling will listen to them for about one and a half minutes and then take whatever action HE thinks is best.'

This time Steve didn't hold back a snigger. Stark was going to have and interesting week.

[chemspxdr]

This Must Be The Place

Satoru Gojo x reader

Summary: satoru is a FATHER and he has A SON (~1k words)

Warnings: a little sad

I forgot that I have a tumblr for fics oops. Gojo satoru has won Hyperifxation of the Month!!

He always hated kids.

Well — hate is, as always, a very strong word.

It’s not children themselves, he supposes, moreso a reflection of himself. Gojo never understood children, even when he was one. Having the burden of seven assassination attempts before he could even speak tends to make a “childhood” fairly desolate.

Talking to kids was one thing, he could get by with a few dinosaur facts he’s picked up over the years. But being a guardian for one is an entirely different ball game. One he never intends to play, thank you very much.

Well.

Intended.

Past tense.

Imagine his — alleged playboy Satoru Gojo’s— surprise when the fucker who tried to kill him, as in cold blooded murder, makes the man he attempted to murder the godfather of his child.

Yeah, pretty goddamn shocking. But what is he going to do? Just say no?

Yeah sorry I don’t want the child you entrusted me with, so I’ll let it get taken in by the worst motherfuckers alive simply because I’m too pussy to attempt fatherhood.

Satoru Gojo is many things, but a pussy isn’t one of them. Maybe that was Toji’s goal, the conniving bastard wanted to prove to the world that there was one thing the great Satoru Gojo could not do.

Fuck that.

The phone rings one, two, three times before she answers.

“I’m getting a kid,” he spit it out the second he heard the crackle of the line and the inhale of her breath.

The line remains silent for a moment.

“What,” not a question, moreso a statement of exasperation.

“I don’t think I can make it any clearer than that, dear,” he shifts gears and passes the minivan in front of him with a tsk. Slow fuckers.

“Are you driving?”

“No,” he shifts again, he doesn’t need to go that fast.

“Liar, I could hear that monstrosity across the pacific.”

“Girls like manual, you know. They say it’s hot when I shift gears.”

“Obviously not hot enough. That brings me to my next point: you need to have sex to make a kid,”

“I don’t like what you’re implying,”

“I don’t imply. You have no time for sex, how the fuck did you make a baby? Did someone snatch your semen in the middle of the night?” She laughs to herself then, ”the Semen Snatcher of Shibuya?”

He doesn’t have time to mock her self satisfied snorts, much less time to refute the ”no time for sex” part.

“Not a baby. A child,”

“Okay, so, adoption?”

“Sort of,”

“When are you getting it?”

He breathes out a laugh, “Him. And I don’t know, ten minutes? Traffic is pretty rough.”

“Oh my fucking—fuck. Now?”

“No. Ten minutes,” he speeds through a yellow light, “Nevermind. Eight minutes.”

“I hate you. I hate you so much. Stop talking forever.”

He laughs again, but the line stays quiet. The silence seems to get heavier with each passing second.

“Toji,” she sighs.

—

Satoru Gojo is untouchable.

In the obvious,most literal sense of the word— his infinity wraps him in a comfortable, Gojo-sized bubble. He is impenetrable, god on earth, the chosen atlas of a world he was born to carry and protect.

One he is —regrettably— protecting now.

The curse gurgles below him, once menacing, now crumpled on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse. It’s half dead, sort of…melting, almost? Whatever reaction it had to his technique has left it liquified, all discernible characteristics it may have had now flowing in a bubbling mass squirming on the ground.

It has no mouth —he thinks— but its making sounds like it’s choking on its own liquid flesh.

He had to haul his ass across the country, for this. Some half-wit “special grade” that couldn’t even talk. An accumulation of decades worth of cursed energy that no one had the balls or skill to handle themselves. So higher ups let it fester, knowing of its presence — of the multiple disappearances surrounding it’s location.

But they let it live. Brushed it under the rug until they deigned to take care of it. Or, at least, until they could haul out their government-sanctioned weapon of mass destruction on a perfectly good Saturday evening.

The flesh-blob is steaming now. Evaporating, maybe? He couldn’t give a single fuck, really. What matters is that his infinity keeps it from getting onto his shoes. A handy trick in this line of work.

It’s comforting, really. Even if the whole world was burning, Satoru Gojo would stand in the wreckage without as much of a scratch on him. Maniacally laughing — probably.

It’s comforting, he thinks as he leaves the spirit to succumb to its demise, knowing that although it has taken the lives of many, he could take it down with the snap of his fingers.

He’s greeted with a dark, raining sky as he makes his way to the rental; it’s some sort of white sports car, sleek and expensive. It's the least his superiors can offer after wasting his time like this. What was once a light drizzle begins to fall harder, not quite torrential but heavy enough to forewarn a storm in the coming hours.

It’s comforting to know that, if he wanted, he could go home dry and content. He could keep his shoes free from mud that would no doubt dirty the impeccable interior of the car and, later, his apartment.

He reaches for the driver's side door and stops, gazing up into the starless sky above.

He lets the rain hit his skin.

Today sucked.

Scratch that— today sucked ass.

Gojo mumbles as much while fumbling with the key to his apartment. He could just teleport inside, but he has class. He also doesn’t want to scare the shit out of her if she’s still up. He’d rather not risk his luck, lucky enough to have her watch Megumi for the past—

He finally manages to unlock the door, unceremoniously tossing his keys onto the kitchen island. He checks the clock on the microwave, glowing a mocking 4 am into the darkness of his home.

— 44 hours. Shit.

He pauses, listening for signs that he woke anyone with his frenzy of an entrance. The apartment resides in relative silence, save for the occasional rumble from the streets below. Light blue, pre-dawn light filters through the windows.

Grabbing a pillow from the bedroom is too risky, being brutally murdered is not in his plans for the day. What he does plan on is taking a prolonged nap, then eating his body weight in takeout.

He rips his blindfold off with a sigh as he walks around the corner to the living room. He might just have to settle with a thin throw blanket and the couch cushions—

Oops.

Seems someone already beat him to it.

She’s half asleep, sprawled out on the couch, the glow of the muted television dousing her in different hues of blue and green. Snacks and drinks litter the coffee table along with the usual clutter of crayons, paper, and coffee mugs. A soft groan rises from her throat as she stretches one hand over her head and rubs an eye with the other.

“I told him you might come back tonight. He wanted to stay up until you got here.”

Gojo blinks for a moment, eyes dropping from her face to the blanket-covered mass resting on her chest.

Satoru Gojo finds comfort in his infinity for its practical uses. Any unwanted touches are thwarted — if not by his demeanor or reputation — by the invisible barrier surrounding his body.

He lives a life without the inconvenience of touch, the brushing of shoulders in a crowded room, the cordial shake of a sweaty hand, the impact of a fist to his jaw.

It’s comforting.

Oddly, as he watches her fingers tangle in the tuft of black hair peeking out from under the blanket, Satoru Gojo feels like he’s missing something.

[nabsthevulture]

MINIVAN LOCATED

[unmellowyellowfellow]

Chalk Mountain

+ a WiP introduction

(status: third draft)

genre(s): fantasy, action, au

tone(s): regional gothic, found family, prophesies, platonic love, lgbt+ protag, "magic" abilities

warning(s): blood, harsh family relations, death, cursing -- (will be editing to add more as i come across them)

tag: #wip: chalk mountain

"stay away from the bluebonnets," dixie's mother always said. "they know your secrets and will trick you with good smelling petals and a comfortable place to rest after a picnic; but eventually you will never get up, eventually you will be blue, floral, swaying in the hot wind, watching as people pass by until another sleepy bystander succumbs to take their last nap as the person they were. before they take them. before they take you."

(will be adding links to characters and more characters and some other stuff when they are ready; this will be reblogged when updated with anything. authors notes at the end!)

characters and descriptions! (to be edited)

Dixie Alvarez is the protagonist of this story. A heroine against her will, Dixie has a smart mouth and a bad habit of holding grudges; she never fit in anywhere and always managed to piss somebody off no matter where she was. A difficult relationship with her father and her mothers abandonment drives her to flee her home in search of a new, quiet, and peaceful life with people like her. Outcasts. So, she set off in her trashy green minivan to a town her mother used to tell her about in stories. Chalk Mountain. Curly, mid-length red hair, downturned brown eyes, freckles, (mostly) untamed eyebrows, 5'7". Evolved (unknown)

Emilio Baku is the side character, Dixie's best friend, and partner in crime. Ripped away from his home in Korea, Emilio developed a big heart that was always open to others after his adoptive parents took him in like it was nothing; he has now been in Chalk Mountain since he was 5 years old. Lovable teddy bear meets ruthless suppressed anger makes a man willing to do anything to protect what he loves. Short black hair that's always a little messy, deep dark brown eyes, faded burn scars cover his hands. 6'2". Evolved

Franklin and Maude are Emilio's adoptive parents and Dixie's guardians. Maude has been in Chalk Mountain since she was born. Her mother was a jailer before the town went bankrupt after a false meteorite claim that drained their tourism. Franklin came later, after he was found out as an Evolved and began to be hunted down. He took refuge in Chalk mountain 27 years ago and soon after met Maude. Maude: long, straight, gray hair, white eyes, smile lines, eye wrinkles, 7'6". Franklin: long gray hair, tall and slender figure, milky white eyes. 7'6". Both Evolved.

extra characters + descriptions (to be expanded)

The Oracle -> eons old but presents as around 30s/40s. vitiligo, blind with white irises, waist length wavy hair as black as the night sky, various markings and tattoos and scars. can only speak in prophet but can communicate in your dreams.

Marigold Alvarez -> Dixie's mother, very, very, VERY powerful woman. A force to be reckoned with, legends about her, and large popularity around Chalk Mountain. Marigold has been missing for over 11 years now, but Dixie hasn't seen her since before she herself was 12 years old. Short red bob, green eyes, freckles, permanent smirk on her face with smile lines. 5'9". Last known location: Chalk Mountain.

Walter Alvarez -> Dixie's father, loud, overbearing. One night after a screaming fight that Dixie overheard, her mother left in a tizzy. She watched her mom speed off in the car from her bedroom window, never to be seen or heard of again. Walter makes a point to never speak of Marigold and has tried painting her to be the villain ever since. Salt and pepper, short, gelled, curly hair, 5'8". Husky figure, brown eyes, grungy teeth.

authors note >

so excited to finally get this ball rolling and start sharing it with you as i figure my way through this story. i will eventually be sharing drafts as i get them written and will do snippets, short stories, moodboards, etc. based on this wip! i will announce when tag list is open (not enough content for me to want to make one yet) but for now enjoy this little info dump on my world i'm building:) also this story will be written with "proper" capital letters, i just enjoy making content lowercase! open to asks and tag games about this wip!!

this will be giving very much "mutants from x-men", very "don't trust anything beautiful". also there's dragons.

[keis-slut]

Sex In The Pizzaplex

fnaf

chapter o. - Utah

As I carry the last box through the front door,

I feel a cramp in my lower back, now giving out as it aches to my hips.

"fuck, son of a bitch-!" I yell, tripping over my own foot, dropping the box to catch myself before i'd fall.

"jesus christ-" I sigh.

Thankful it wasn't the fragile box, I scoff as I try to pick it up again, feeling the pain in my back radiate once more. I sigh in frustration, kicking the box, pushing it with my foot to where I meant to put it.

"i'll get the rest tomorrow. I don't need pots and pans right now" I mumble to myself, turning and walking around the island in my kitchen to the counter my phone was placed on. My black phone lit up my lockscreen on top of the white marble countertop, and I unlock it as I pick it up in my hand.

Deciding on wanting some pizza for tonight, I open my maps app and search for the closest restaurant.

I had no idea what Hurricane was like, or what was around, not knowing much about Utah in general anyway. All I know is I chose this place to get far away from anything and everything else.

As well as budget, the cool name, "Hurricane", and being closer to Vegas...but that's besides the point.

I do what I want now.

I don't want to be associated with them no more.

Staring at my screen, I scoff as the first, and pretty much only, location for pizza close enough pops up on my phone.

"I guess pizza can't get anymore mega pizzaplex than this place" I comment, examining the screen.

Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex.

4.5 ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆.

restaurant,entertainment - open, closes at 11pm.

call ✆ | directions ➤ | share ᥫ | website ↻ |

Clicking on the directions, it said to be no more than 20 minutes away, but it closes at 11. Frantically looking at the clock, I run over to my shoes and put them on as fast as I could.

"I should leave now if I want some pizza. of course they don't deliver though" I complain, slipping my second shoe on. I stand up and grab my sweatshirt from on top of the island, feeling for my keys in the pocket. Once I find them, I step towards the door and open it, stepping out and slipping my phone in my other pocket as I shut the door behind me, turning the knob to make sure it had locked as well.

Jogging over to my car, I hop in and start the engine, radio unexpectedly blasting causing me to jump.

"fucking christ!" I react, bringing my hand up to turn it down. I must've forgotten to turn it off.

I sigh heavily and bring my hand to my face, rubbing my eyes and down my cheeks.

"it's been a long day..."

I reverse out of my new driveway, the low tune on the radio shifting into focus as I drive off.

I didn't care much for what was on the radio. I had me and my trusty playlists of music. There was a mix of everything, anything that sounded good to me, I kept it. Whatever was trending would never really click for me. Those songs were made for everyone to like, and i'm not everyone.

You know what I mean?

And when you find the artists that are really passionate about what they make, that's when the music is good.

Drowning in the sound of my music (I had to change the radio), and of course following the GPS directions to the location, I finally arrived at the Pizzaplex.

Putting my signal on, I turn into the practically dead parking lot, and give a good look at this place. It was very big. Almost like a mall.

A few cars were still parked at the front of the building. A blue minivan and what looked to be a white Acura, an older model.

Pulling in to park just a few spots away, I notice a girl, just about my age, sitting in the drivers seat of the white car.

She was in a button up white shirt and had some kind of badge on the left of it. Assuming she worked here, I wanted to ask how to get around this place. it looked confusing, so it wouldn't hurt to ask.

I look over at her again as I shut my car off, and notice she's looking over at me too. I felt my stomach turn out of embarrassment, and I look away. Even though my windows were slightly tinted and it's more than likely she didn't see me staring at her, my cheeks still grew warm.

As I fix my hair and get out of my car, I hear a car door slam and footsteps heading towards me.  I shut my door and turn around, placing the keys in my sweater pocket. I face her as she steps closer, hair falling off her shoulders.

"havent seen you around here before" She spoke, her bold green eyes scanning my frame as she stopped next to my car, hands placed on her hips.

Her voice was like butter, so smooth and pretty, yet still a hint of superiority leaked from it as well.

It came off very attractive, nonetheless, and so was she, finally getting a good look at her.

As she stood before me, she pulled a hairband from her wrist, bringing her hands to pull her long, straight, blonde hair back into a ponytail.

"yeah, I just moved here, actually, so that would make sense" I respond lightly, placing my hands in my pockets.

"I see. well then, welcome" She smiles kindly, the lamppost above us definitely doing justice to her glossy plumped lips and the freckles that scattered her cheeks.

"thank you, I appreciate it" I laugh, and she does too as she finishes styling her hair.

She was very pretty.

"you do know the Pizzaplex closes in like fifteen minutes though, right?" She mentions, shifting her weight on her feet.

"does that include the kitchen as well?" I ask, stepping closer to her, hoping that she says it's still open.

"yeah. the kitchen closes at the same time as anything else. but I assume you don't know your way around this place, do you?" She responds, crossing her arms and sending me an almost condescending smirk.

"I don't. are you offering to be my escort?" I retort, walking around her and my car, and she follows.

"maybe. where you headed?" She asks, walking with me on the path to what I assumed was the entrance.

"just here to get some pizza is all. long day of driving, i'd like to treat myself" I admit, and she hums in acknowledgment.

"well, the pizza here never fails, i'll tell you that" She says, walking in front of me, and I follow her.

She opens the door for me and I stride right behind her, only to be almost halted completely in my tracks at the sight of this place.

it looked even bigger on the inside. So many different corridors and rooms, offices, stairs, lights and decorations. It was amazing and extremely welcoming, maybe even a little overwhelming, but nonetheless beautiful. It also smelled like whoever cleaned this place used a bit too much lavender Pine-Sol, but it being such a nostalgic scent, I didn't mind.

After picking my mouth up off the floor, I continue to follow as she leads me towards the stairs, and into an elevator up to the third floor.

"upstairs in Mazercise is where they serve pizza" She mentions, elevator dinging at our stop.

"Mazercise? that's a funny name. sounds like exercise, yet they're serving pizza" I laugh to myself, and she hums.

"yeah, doesn't make too much sense. it's where you can 'work off the calories while you eat'" She quotes with a laugh, leading me over to the entrance.

"sounds like my kinda place" I say with a smile, pulling open the door for her. We walk in and i'm suddenly greeted by a robot taking orders.

Odd, but I like it.

"hey, so, if I get a whole pie I won't be able to finish it myself. would you maybe want to come back to my place or something?" I ask, and she faces me in surprise. My heart beats against my chest as she stares at me for a few long uncomfortable seconds, until she smirks.

"what if you're a serial killer?" She teases and I roll my eyes.

"your loss" I laugh, ordering my food.

She sighs and looks at me.

"I would, really. you seem cool, but I have work tonight" She says, and my eyes instantly dart to the badge I didn't bother to read when I first saw her, even though I noticed it. I was too caught up in how attractive she was, I completely missed processing that she was in a uniform.

"I work as security here. I have the night shift " She adds, and I nod.

"oh, I see, okay. surprising though, they seem to have enough robots" I say with a laugh, and she laughs with me.

"tell me about it. but, I needed a job, and they were hiring. good money, anyway" She says shrugging.

I think curiously for a moment as she says this.

"do you think they're still hiring? do they need more people?" I ask, placing my hands on my hips.

She looks up and thinks for a moment.

"I need a job here sooner or later" I add.

One of the staff bots comes over to us, a box of pizza in hand. It hands me the box before pivoting, and rolling away.

I guess they remember faces instead of taking names. Very advanced.

I sigh and face her again, not wanting to be rude with my mind wandering elsewhere.

"I could find out for you. tell them I met a friend who's looking for a job" She smiles, starting to walk past me and out of Mazercise.

"oh, thank you so much!" I say, following her as she holds the door for me.

"doing you a favor, you owe me" She jokes, stopping for a moment.

"maybe when you aren't working, i'll treat you to pizza another time" I say with a laugh, and she sighs, thinking.

"eh, i'd rather a drink" She laughs, and I shrug in agreement.

"or that too, of course, yes" I say.

"are you asking me out?" She teases, placing her hands on her hips and leaning towards me.

My cheeks grow warm as I grin right back.

"are you saying no?" I retort, and she hums.

Standing up straight, she places out her hand and gestures for me to give her something. She eyeballs my hand, so I place it in hers. Pulling out a pen from her back pocket, she starts writing a number on my hand.

"text me when you're back home. that way, I have your number too. and i'll let you know about that job" She stops writing, and puts the pen away, feeling her squeeze my hand slightly before letting go.

I smile at her and nod.

"I will" I say, placing my hand on the pizza box.

"well, I start work very soon and you should not be in the building right now. security is gonna come and kick you out" She jokes, winking at me as I roll my eyes and turn to leave.

"I'm leaving, i'm leaving" I say, before turning and starting to walk away towards the elevator.

"oh!" I say, turning back around quickly to see her still standing there, thankfully.

"I never got your name" I say, and she smirks at me.

"that's because I didn't give it to you" She jokes, and I scoff, shifting my weight on my legs as I wait for a response.

She chuckles, "Vanessa"

"i'm y/n. it was nice to meet you, Vanessa. thank you again" I say, turning to head back to the elevator.

I press the button as the doors quickly open, and I step inside. Grateful and excited I had made my first friend, and an attractive one at that, I couldn't get my mind off her.

But, I must've been too distracted, as the doors open to an unfamiliar place. I step out and look around, hoping maybe i'd recognize it a bit.

But, I didn't.

I kept walking forward, towards an entrance that was closed off, but the door had lifted to let me through anyway.

This new room played an upbeat, catchy tune over the speakers, and there were giant rooms to my left all in a row, each with led light up mascot faces above them, their names corresponding. I raise an eyebrow and walk forward, curious as to where I was. It was almost like a museum type of place, with display cases holding objects, and statues of the mascots, each one placed in front of their respective rooms. Walking forward, the first statue in front of me was what appeared to be an animatronic bear, singing into a microphone.

This bear, his name. It was so familiar.

I place down the box of pizza I was still holding, and walk backwards to get a good look at him.

Freddy Fazbear.

Finally, it had clicked. The name.

My family use to talk about it all the time, how they knew of who initially created the establishments.

Up until now there have been many, and i've never been to any, but I'm not unfamiliar.

Surprised it had taken so long to put the pieces together.

Was I that hungry?

Suddenly, I hear loud crashing and banging coming from the other side of the room, startling me.

I leave my pizza where it is and decide to check it out. I dart down the room to where the noise was coming from, it was so loud I couldn't miss it, but on the glass read warnings.

"OFF LIMITS"

I raise an eyebrow and look up, catching what room this was associated with.

Montgomery Gator.

This name didn't ring a bell, but looking next to this room was Glamrock Chica. And Chicas name I recognized.

But what was making so much noise in this room?

Were the mascots in these rooms?

Looking over at Chicas hot pink room, I tuned into new noises. These noises more pleasant than the ruckus in the Gators room. It was guitar, electric guitar. Someone was playing. Or something.

I curiously walk over to look, noticing these curtains were open, so I could look in this room.

I peek in and I see Chica, utterly shredding guitar.

I smile wide in surprise, and quickly move away from the glass, not wanting her to see me right now. If she even could, or if playing the guitar was just coded in for after hours. I decide to walk back down the row, heading to the other room next to the Gators.

Roxanne Wolf.

I sneak over to the glass, and peek in slowly, seeing another animatronic staring into her vanity, brushing at her hair.

All of these animatronics were doing something different, but could it all be coded in as default modes for after closing?

It could be that, right? That's what would make sense.

They don't know i'm here and they can't be aware of that.

To be safe anyway, I duck and run past Roxanne's room, hoping for the best. I ran by before, and I could do it again.

I was relieved I got past her room quick enough, and in such great triumph, that I hadn't noticed I was standing right in plain sight behind the glass of Freddy's room, locking eyes with the tall animatronic.

My stomach dropped to my feet as I swallowed the lump in my throat, growing nervous.

But he tilted his head to the side, sending me a friendly wave.

I breathe out, not realizing I had been holding my breath, terrified.

I felt as if I shouldn't be afraid, and his stride closer to the glass should've frightened me,

but it didnt.

His demeanor made me feel safe, oddly enough, and I felt a tug on the corner on my mouth as I smile up at the large animatronic.

Our moment was disrupted by a loud clattering sound, familiar to the sound of the door that had lifted letting me in. I turn to look, and I see a familiar face, partnered with those piercing green eyes.

"y/n!" Vanessa echoes, walking towards me.

"oh, Vanessa! i'm glad to see you. how'd you know i'd be here?" I ask her as she approached me.

"I never got a text from you, and on duty I noticed your car was still here. After a while, I came looking" She said, crossing her arms.

"i'm sorry, I got lost" I laugh.

"trying to get me in trouble the first day we meet, huh, I see how it is" She jokes, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room.

"wait, my pizza is on the floor" I say, pulling away from her grip gently and turning around to pick up my box.

"oh, come on, it's probably cold by now. heat up a hot pocket or something when you get home" She says as I bend down and grab the box. As I stand back up, I look forwards and make eye contact with Freddy once more. I could genuinely feel him acknowledging my presence, knowing there had to be so much more to these animatronics than just wires and coding.

"excuse me, miss, you're gonna get me in trouble" She says in a funny voice, but with a hint of actually hurrying me to leave. I laugh at her humor, and turn to leave.

She leads me to the front of the building, and we now say goodbye for the second time. I open the door and start walking out.

"so, what do you think of them?" She asks before I close the door behind me, and I know exactly what she's talking about.

I turn to face her and smile, before responding,

"I like them. a lot"

then waving goodbye.

[2024vietnamcambodia]

The sampan took us to our lunch location which was a lush location. A table for six surrounded by coconut trees, vines, and other tropical plants. We were served rice, two whole fish, schrimp, soup and fruit. All of it was delicious.

Then the long trip back to our hotel (nearly two hours) in the minivan.

Some monsoon rain just as we were nearly home just before 6pm. Dinner tonight we decided to try the Street Food Markets which are less than a kilometre from our hotel. They were pretty flash! Lots of food and drink stalls, music, open air roof that automatically closed when rain started.

A big day again today. Tomorrow we say goodbye to Vietnam and hello to Cambodia.

[staticspaces]

Anger Management

Did you know there is also a video!!?

Moving along we now get to see what the second floor had in store along with the very moldy basement!!

Once located in a wonderfully quiet rural area surrounded by forest and agricultural land, we find a small street with about 5 abandoned houses. The properties were bought for redevelopment and are currently being replaced with higher density housing.

One of the homes has already been demolished with another house that looks like it had burned down. There are also a few outbuildings on some of the properties along with the remains of a couple vehicles as well as a small motorcycle.

With half of the new development already completed, this area is going through a huge transformation and will never look the same!

Today we will be exploring two of the three remaining houses. The first house house is a cozy looking bungalow that appears to have had an addition later in its life. The home was filled with many personal belongings along with some furniture and even a minivan left behind the house. House number two is a bungalow that was in much better shape having had some updates over the years, it was very clean with only a few possessions left behind. There are a few interesting surprises on these two properties, join me as we uncover their secrets.

[amberautumnfaebrooke]

we’re very different people with very different lives, but one important thing in common: casey estrada.

we all dated casey at one time or another. we all feel conflicted about that time in our lives. none of us are still speaking to casey.

one day, we each received an invitation to casey’s wedding. it’s at least a week’s drive away.

one of us tracked the others down and sent out an email putting forward a plan: we pile into a minivan and drive across the country to casey’s wedding.

~~~

the exes of casey estrada is a gmless tabletop roleplaying/story road trip game about guilt, love, and trying to be a better person. originally created for the 2024 token bag game jam, the game centers around a series of prompt tokens which are pulled out of a communal token bag. tokens might tell you about objects, characters, or themes to include in the scene you're playing, but crucially, they also tell you whether your character is kind or careless. sometimes, your character will do things you wish they wouldn't - but then, who among us cannot say the same about ourselves?

the game plays over 8 sessions as you travel across different landmarks contending with your histories, your dreams, and your bad habits. each of the 26 locations you might travel to comes with its own scene prompts, tokens, characters, and minor rule inflections. you might mingle with strangers at a party, or get lost on the country back roads, or follow a touring rock band, or all these and more.

and eventually, of course, you will all need to contend with the wedding of casey estrada.

this game represents so much work and love and i'm so so proud of it and i think it might make you cry. available now for pwyw on itch.

[coffinup]

For the record (since there seems to still be a lot of people to think this) Hearses are NOT used to initially pick up deceased people. Hearses are just use ceremonially to transport an individual in a casket from, say, the location of the funeral to the grave space. A hearse (or funeral coach) will never be carrying a body from a hospital or home to the funeral home. Think about it; when is the last time you saw a hearse at a hospital? Funeral homes will use unmarked vans or minivans for “transfers of remains” i.e. picking up a dead person from their place of death. This makes it inconspicuous to the public.

I recently read a book (that was published in 2020) that mentioned a hearse coming to pick up a recently deceased person from a nursing home, so I felt the need to explain this! Hearses are WAY too expensive to maintain to be using for transfers, lol.