#but then he gets stuck on the Ferris wheel when it closes for the night

[tristinian]

One of my early trans memories was when my mum gave me a book of short stories called “A Girl Named Francesca” and it was about a girl named Francesca. Anyways one of the stories was about one time she gave herself a haircut and butchered it so badly her parents had to cut it off. And because her hair was short now they were making jokes about her being a boy now and having to call her Frances. And god I think that did something to me because that was my favourite short story in that entire book because I loved the idea of having a haircut and being seen as a boy and being called a boys name. Totally cis behaviour

#a girl named Francesca transed me #anyways idk if I’ll be able to find help for this but those 70s scholastic books kill me because I vaguely remember them #but there was one that was about these three kids and two were brothers and the third was a cousin #and they found some magic stuff in their attic #like show magic #and they try it out and it works #and also the brothers father went missing because of a magic trick he did about a decade go #and one the tricks ends up with one of the boys invisible and he has a blast going on all the rides at the theme park for free. #but then he gets stuck on the Ferris wheel when it closes for the night #and in the end they do some magic trick and they bring back the father and they all lived happily ever after etc etc #i can’t remember what that story was called but if anyone else does can they tell me #trans #transgender

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon wants to marry you.

This fact was as clear as rain on his mind. You were the love of his life, he was ready to settle down with you and grow old.

So Simon prepared everything for that special day, it was your fourth year anniversary and Simon wants to ask you the biggest question someone could ask and he hoped, maybe even prayed despite not believing in any higher deity, that you would say 'yes' to his proposal.

He has planned out the whole day, from the moment you woke to the moment you would close your eyes for the night again, everything was supposed to be perfect.

Simon brings you breakfast in bed, watching your smile brighten when you see the freshly pressed orange juice and the fresh buns, still warm from the bakery. "Happy Anniversary." He whispers before slipping back into bed behind you, pulling you between his legs and stealing some of the freshly cut Mango from your plate.

When breakfast is over, you two made a mess out of each other while trying to feed each other, he scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, telling you to get ready and that he has a lot of plans for today which causes you to become perceptive. Immediately starting to question him about his plans, but he's still a trained soldier, he withstands your flow of questions.

Another plan of Simon for today was bringing you to a fair, the same one you two met four years ago.

Here he wanted to ask you to marry him, on top of the Ferris wheel where you two had been stuck together four years ago due to a technical issue with the electronic.

But after spending a few hours walking the fair ground, having to walk back to his car once to bring Lord Otto from Otterson, the plush Otter he won you at one of the stupid and usually very rigged fair games, to safety and out of the way. You make it to the Ferris wheel and Simon's face fell.

"Out of order..." He breathes and runs a hand through his short blonde hair, staring up at the still standing wheel and the dangling cable cars.

"Damn." You curse softly next to him and scratch your neck. "Well, maybe we can ride it another day, mhm?"

"Yeah, maybe. Well, we can't change anything now." He chuckles and squeezes the velvety box in his back pocket. Keeping it safe until you two would reach the next destination.

The small restaurant by the corner where you two lived was filled with loud voice, happy laughter, children running around, not that Simon minded, he knew you were a very outgoing person and enjoyed the social interactions from such evenings.

Simon had reserved a table a few weeks ago and the waiter brings you and him over, Simon shushing the poor man who just wants to help you sit.

He is your boyfriend, bloody hell, he can do something so simple as helping you get seated.

"I know it is our anniversary, Simon," You chuckle as you put down the glass of wine Simon has ordered for you and him, "But something feels different. I just don't know what. Special..."

"Four years is just a long time, love. Maybe your brain finally catches up with... wha-?" Simon wants to be cheesy with you before asking you the question of all questions when suddenly his feet feel wet and he looks down, seeing water come from the kitchen.

His second attempt of asking for your hand has been sabotaged by a broken water pipe.

Simon curses internally as he carries you back outside, not wanting to get your feet wet and cause you catching some flu.

Well, there is only the romantic walk through the nearby park which is empty around this time of the night, so you two can walk around the pond and watch the fireflies and swans before he can go down on one knee and finally ask.

But before he even get you through the sturdy iron gates that allowed entrance to the park, his phone rang, Prices' number on the screen and everything in Simon screams to ignore his Captain for the sake of your relationship and your future.

He apologizes and takes the call, listening to Price explaining that they've got information about a certain Russian Terrorist planning an attack and that they had to meet within the next hour.

"It's fine." You reassure him when he brings you back to your shared apartment, squeezing his hand with a gentle smile on your lips. "I had a lot of fun today with at my side. And saving the world is much more important. We can celebrate another time, Si."

"You're too forgiving." Simon replies and presses his chapped lips against your forehead. "But it's not fine. I had the whole day planned out. And the universe seems against me at all, bloody hell. All I wanted to do tonight was asking you to marry me. And everything I've tried blew. The Ferris Wheel, the restaurant, even the walk..."

You cut him off before he can talk himself into a frenzy by wrapping your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes and planting your lips on his.

"Yes." You grin when you pull back. "Yes, I will marry you, Simon Riley. I will marry you."

Maybe he should have simply asked you this morning during breakfast, might have saved him from getting another grey hair on his head. But sometimes the simple answer is hidden behind the complicated ideas.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ghost x you #cod x gn!reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader

[ventismacchiato]

27 just playing the part — falling for ya, literally !

scaramouche x g!n reader

It’s already dark when you all set foot into the carnival, yet it’s still noisy and alive. It’s magical how a parking lot in the fall can be transformed into summer at a Coney Island. The cotton candy machines on every corner, kids with caramel stuck on their cheeks, and the smell of burnt popcorn wafting through the air. It was wonderful. It was romantic. Much better than the sports game.

By the time you can look around and ask what everyone feels up to do they’re already off in pairs. You look to your left to see Scaramouche, who was looking up at the rides the carnival had to offer before turning to you.

“Cant believe I’m stuck with you, again,” he grumbles, grabbing ahold of your elbow and leading you through the crowd.

You hold up your handful of tickets, “I guess we have to use these together.”

You both ride everything. There’s a Ferris wheel and a carousel and bumper cars, where Scaramouche annihilates the court, and flying swings and a mirror maze. The two of you even fold your legs up into the baby train and ride that, too. In between you get a stick of cotton candy, taking turns tugging on it with your teeth. He doesn’t let you pay for anything.

Finally, you reach the looming roller coaster the two of you had been eyeing the entire night, waiting for the lines to shorten and for your stomach to not betray you.

A group of girls let you both cut in line, giggling behind their palms at Scaramouche. The boy handling the tickets stutters his way through handling your tickets and locking you both into the ride, face tomato red when Scaramouche thanks him.

You glance around as the ticket boy checks on everyone’s seats, mentally counting how many people have been all over Scaramouche. You never gave it much thought on how he was one of your university’s most desired men. You now started to understand why.

The rollercoaster starts with a jerk that thankfully snaps you out of your trance. You focus your attention on Scaramouche’s demeanor, his arm draped across the back of the cart you were in, right behind your back, looking around as the ride climbed up a hill slowly. The wheels clinking and creaking with each track. When you round out at the top, right on the edge of the first drop, you spare a glance at Scaramouche who holds a small smile on his face as he takes in the sight of the park around them. His eyes masking his inner child. The carts begin to dip downward at the same moment your eyes meet Scaramouche’s.

You aren’t sure who starts to fall first.

just playing the part !

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‘You aren’t sure who starts to fall first.’ do you guys get the double meaning 🤭 cus they’re on a roller coaster so sexy of my brain omg

synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

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author’s notes: the victorious soundtrack came on while i was writing this 🎶 freak the freak out 🎶

#genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact au #genshin au #genshin impact smau #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche drabble #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #scaramouche x oc #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche genshin x reader #kunikuzushi smau #kunikuzushi x you #just playing the part smau

[bloompompom]

Boyfriend!Eren is just sooo summer-coded to me, and I feel like date nights with him would never be boring.

Like, imagine racing Go-karts together. It’d probably go one of two ways: if it’s just the two of you, then he’s just as competitive as you’d expect, running his mouth and taunting you with, ‘It’ll be just like when we play Mario Kart,’ sporting a flashy grin and all. He’s actually the worst, too—speeding past you with his tongue out or fingers extended to an L and pressed against his forehead like an absolute child. He claims it’s out of love. Eye roll.

But that’s when it’s one-versus-one. When it’s a full track, the other racers are undoubtedly in for a cutthroat treat. Eren couldn’t possibly let anyone beat you (besides him), let alone risk them bumping and spinning out your kart. And of course he wants to see that giddy pep in your step as you skip out of the park gates victorious; that’s his prize, and he’ll do just about anything to make sure you both come out as winners—I mean anything. Do you really think he's above playing dirty? You’re just surprised he always gets away with it.

Ooooh and when Eren takes you to the amusement park, he’ll tell you whatever prize you want is yours, no matter how many tries it takes. It’s never many because, even if it’s rigged, he wouldn’t be caught dead walking away from a silly game empty-handed—letting you walk away empty-handed. He’s a bit of a show-off like that, especially with those basketball free-throw games. And he looks even better than he plays. Just imagine the twitch in his brow, trying his best to look cool about it even though he's determined as hell to win, his shoulders all sun-kissed from the day....

Anyway, even after you point out your favorite, he’s still asking if you want one that’s bigger—the biggest one. ‘Are you sure you don’t want me to win you that one?’ he'll suggest, as if he actually believes he’s capable of the feat. He insists only because you deserve it, and he’ll even go for it until you remind him you don’t have the space for a gigantic stuffed bear at home.

But no matter what he wins you, whenever you grow tired of carrying it around, he'll carry it on his shoulders like it's your child ♡

It takes a lot of convincing, but he eventually smooth-talks his way into getting you on the Ferris wheel. He knows that when he mentions how great the view of the sunset is at the top, you’ll predictably give in with a sigh. Then he practically drags you there.

He’s right; it was lovely. Romantic, too. Enough that when he brings you close, brushes his lips against your neck, maaaybe you start to fool around, just a teensy bit, when you’re stuck at the tippy top where no one else would see.

And you have to get a funnel cake on your way out. It’s the best part, you think, as you split one together on a bench. You couldn't find napkins, so Eren feeds you to keep your hands from getting sticky. He scoffs when you ask him but can’t fight off his smile every time you cutely lean in for another bite.

Despite his best efforts, you both wind up looking like you'd been caught in a powdered sugar snowstorm. It's sprinkled along the front of your shirt, and he doesn't know how some ended up smeared across his cheek. Through fits of giggles, the only dusting he attempts to clean is the bit on your bottom lip, stealing a taste of it along with you.

#i wrote this quick just had to get it out hehe #eren x reader #eren headcanons #eren hcs #divider by @/benkeibear

[clueless-smut]

High about Love

Summary: Getting stuck on a ferris wheel is not ideal, but when your stuck with Izuku Midoriya, its not as bad.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None, just a lot of fluff

Izuku Midoriya x GN!reader

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It was a beautiful evening at the annual UA High School fair. Izuku Midoriya, the aspiring hero known as Deku, was attending with his classmates, including you, a close friend and fellow student. The vibrant lights and joyful laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of excitement and joy.

As the night wore on, you and Izuku found yourselves standing near a massive Ferris wheel. Its dazzling lights and rotating motion were captivating, and you both decided to give it a try. However, as luck would have it, when you reached the front of the line, the Ferris wheel suddenly experienced a technical glitch and came to a halt.

"Uh-oh. It looks like we're stuck," Izuku said, a hint of worry in his voice.

You chuckled, trying to lighten the situation. "Well, at least we have a fantastic view from up here, right?"

"Y-Yeah, you're right," Izuku replied, offering a small smile.

As time passed, the two of you sat side by side in the small carriage, exchanging stories, jokes, and laughter. With each passing minute, the initial nervousness of being stuck slowly faded away, replaced by a sense of comfort and ease between you.

The night sky was adorned with stars, and the fairground below glimmered like a magical wonderland. The moment felt surreal, and somehow, being stuck on the Ferris wheel together became a blessing in disguise.

"You know, Y/N," Izuku began, looking at you with a newfound determination in his eyes, "I've been meaning to tell you something."

You turned to him, curious about what he had to say. "What is it, Izuku?"

"I... I really appreciate having you as my friend," he said, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, "You've always been there for me, supporting and believing in me even when I doubted myself. And... I think you're an amazing person."

Your heart skipped a beat, touched by his words and the sincerity in his voice. "Izuku, you're an incredible friend too, and you'll make a fantastic hero one day. I believe in you wholeheartedly."

His blush deepened, and he averted his gaze slightly. "Thanks, Y/N. You mean a lot to me."

In that moment, you felt an unspoken connection between the two of you. The Ferris wheel may have stopped, but time seemed to have slowed down, giving you both a chance to truly appreciate each other's presence.

As the night breeze gently caressed your cheeks, you found yourself leaning closer to Izuku. He looked up, meeting your eyes, and you could see a mix of surprise and anticipation in his expression.

"Izuku, there's something I've been wanting to do for a while now," you confessed, your heart pounding in your chest.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, you closed the distance between you and pressed your lips against his in a gentle kiss. It was soft, tender, and filled with all the unspoken emotions that had been building up between you both. Time seemed to stand still, and the world around you disappeared as you shared your first kiss high above the fairground.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were left breathless, but your smiles said it all. The glitch that had trapped you on the Ferris wheel had led to a precious moment that would forever hold a special place in your hearts.

As the Ferris wheel was eventually fixed and started moving again, the two of you descended back to the ground, hand in hand, knowing that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

#deku x reader #mha #fanfic #fluff #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #bnha izuku

[brights-place]

Omg hello!! I’m back, again (sorry). you write LJ and CP so GOOOD??? I also love how you include Night Terrors, most people don’t know about him nor include him if they do. So, can I request relationship headcanons with them? Literally obsessed with both them and your writing.💗💗

Dating LJ & Candy Pop Headcannons

A/N: I'm just vibing and I'm close to passing out on my desk because of school work oml! Anyways sorry for not answering requests! I’ve been busy! Also It’s a shame that if they where real they would kill us on the spot but glad it’s just fiction! Enjoy <33

Pairings: Laughing Jack, and Candypop

Warnings: Cussing, Slight Gore, Fluff moments, Murderers, Clowns, S/O simping for a CLOWN! YEAH I SEE YOU!

Laughing Jack

- First Met when you strolled upon his Circus by accident. You didn’t mean to find it you just did.

- You We’re Running around from the ghosts of the children’s he killed.

- Even though you where being chased you were screaming pop goes the weasel with the music

- Planned on killing you once you ran into the tent but when you were in awe looking at him he was shocked.

- You poked him and circled around him complimenting his looks.

- Giant ego boost…

- Tries to share his poisoned candy with you but you declined

- Tried multiple times to kill you but failed because you would turn it down or you would poof out of nowhere when something dropped from the sky to hit you and you come back holding food.

- You started gossiping with him about what was going on with your life and with people.

- Spilled secrets about shit and he talked about his own gossip

- Warmed up and didn’t plan to kill you.

- let you leave and Slenderman was pissed once he found out.

- took him convincing to chill out and he did after awhile.

- LJ Likes to stalk you from afar to make sure your safe.

- When he watched you kill somebody with your own hands he was grinning and cackling.

- You Found him hunched over behind a bush laughing.

- You started dating after a Year

- You confessed first when you guys where on the Ferris wheel of his Carnival (Cliche much)

- His Love Language is physical touch he clings into you whenever he can

- you guys are a chaotic duo

- CP’s tried to kill you when you first went to the mansion.

- LJ Just flexes that he has a S/O

- Slender was LIVID! it was hilarious

- He shares his candy with you

- you two prank others whenever your bored

- Forehead and cheek kisses

-He has to bend down whenever you wanna kiss him

- if he gets mad he would go to you and wrap himself around you and your stuck cuddling until he stops which is rare.

- Falls asleep to when you stroke his hair

- You like to take care of his music box

- when he saw you cleaning it he got on one knee and pulled out a candy ring, you laughed.

- He dosen’t like you hanging out with others sometimes scared you will abandoned him like Issac did.

- When you have a problem with something he finds it adorable ESPECIALLY when your pissed at someone.

- When he throws his tantrums you are the person that’s reached out to and to soothe him.

- Protects you with all of his murderous heart.

- He was heartless but when you told him you loved him for the first time his creepy smile actually turned into a heartwarming one

- Wants to be around you forever

- Sometimes he worries that you will die and he will have to live with the memory of you passing away infront of him.

- Loads of breakdowns but your always there and he is there for you.

- You two sometimes dance together with classical music and it’s very special.

- like to show you tricks he can do and you always applaud him.

- Sharp teeth.

- Matching rings

- He bit you once… Never Again

- A Person *Cough* Candypop *Cough* tried to take the ring he gave you away and he was pissed.

- Whenever he can he will go up to you pick you up and nuzzle his face in your shoulder while carrying you away to his pocket dimension (The circus)

Candy-Pop

- Planned to kill you in your dreams and drive you to commit $u1cd3 but he was in awe when looking at you and how you reacted when first meeting him.

- Picks you up like your a cat and your now his ig?

- He Likes to talk shit about people to you while you listen.

- He Likes Making you laugh and when you do his heart just bursts.

- Likes putting his head on-top of yours

- Confessed his feelings for you out of the blue in your dream. You were shocked but told him you ‘Like him back’

- loves flirting and teasing you whenever he can and especially when he likes to stick his tongue out to bug you.

- Hard to understand but you got used to it after awhile.

- He planned on killing you once he got bored but he never did.

- Love Language is Quality time and a tad bit of Words of Affirmation

- likes when you boost his ego

- Play with his hair or hands he will swoon.

- Whenever he’s around you his ears twitches

- Flexes at night terror for having a S/O while he dosen’t

- Night terror just scolds him and tells him that they technically share you due to the fact that they are combined into the same body.

- He threw a tantrum

- Your able to soothe him with just a hand on his face

- He Likes to try convince you to match jester outfits soemtimes

- Carries you over his shoulder when he can

- Flipped off anybody in the mansion who questioned why you where here

- He Likes to cuddle you until you pop

- It’s difficult to understand what he does sometimes but you learned after awhile that It was just him being him.

- Since he can shapeshift you will always been in awe

- He Likes to show you tricks he can do.

- Grows in heigh on command if he wants to and likes to mock you with it.

- He is scared that if you see his True form you would leave him alone and he wouldn’t want that EVER

- He loves watching you do things it brings him peace.

- Though he can’t be in the human realm long he appears sometimes to give you kisses and hugs.

- Find him trying on your clothes cause he was curious

- Likes the taste of your blood.

- Your arm had a Giant teeth mark for a month.

- When you killed someone out of anger he was watching and hugged you praising you while you were crying for killing someone.

- He Is amazing at silk ropes for some reason so you watch him do tricks and he offered to teach you.

- He loves being around you without you being around now he just stands still and blinks while Jason the toy maker stares at him with a deadpanned expression

- “What are you doing?” “Waiting for my S/O to come back” “There going on a holiday for a month!” “Yeah? So I’m still waiting” “Are you just gonna wait till she comes back?” “Yup!” “DO YOUR JOB” “Sheesh fine! Fucking red headed weirdo”

- He Likes when you compliment him out of nowhere he just finds it amazing and because it gives him an ego boost.

- When he has Problems… He goes to you straight away while you try and keep him relaxed and calm.

- two personalities fighting for dominance you don’t know which will appear but you will still be there for them.

- He cries in your arms even though he is a demon.

- He sleeps in your arms and feels safe in there wherever you are he feels safe.

- He caresses your face while you sleep muttering words of affirmation and kissing your cheek.

- He Likes when you rant to him about people it’s funny to him.

- When you hurt yourself by accident he laughs loudly.

- He is very flexible VERY flexible

- He Likes to appear out of nowhere and watch you until he speaks and you scream your lungs out.

- he couldn’t find you for a day and he was panicking and losing his shit.

- A Man was tossed that day…

- It was Ben he was thrown across the room since CandyPop thought one of them took you.

- you came back with groceries later for the mansion.

- You had to apologise to Ben and offer to buy him new games

- Scared of losing you one day. Probably dying by his hands or from an unknown reason.

- He uses cheesy pick up lines.

- let’s you pain his nails.

- You wanting to do his hair? He’s down for it as long as he looks good killing his victims!

- Somebody *Cough* LJ *Cough* ruined the hairstyle that you did for him and he lost it.

- He Likes to dance with you in any type of way but prefers slow dancing more.

- He listens to lots of R&B music and likes to make you listen to them too.

- He Likes to put his arms around your waist and head on your shoulder or ontop of your head.

- Peppers kisses on your face and there’s purple lipstick stuck there for awhile!

- He wants you to be safe and feel calm forever as long as you live.

#fluff #x reader #creepypasta #headcannons #LJ #Laughing Jack #CandyPop #CreepypastaXLaughingJAck #creepypasta lj #creepypastaCandypop #creepypasta headcannons

[goosewriting]

Omg my first request! 💕 What if the reader convinced Raph to hang out at theme park so that he can get a break from having to take care of the others 24/7, but then the 15tg scenario happens? Eventually there's a love confession, and Raph says the 39tg pink prompt? 👉👈

Ferris Wheel (rottmnt Raph x reader)

scenario 15: Getting stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel. prompt 39: “Can I kiss you?”

summary: good ol' ferris wheel trope that ends in a smooch.

relationship: Rise!Raph x GN reader

warnings: none! tooth rotting fluff 😩

word count: 1k

A/N: okey dokey off we start with the prompts!! and yes this was meant to be a drabble with ~700 words, but i can’t help myself with raph and first kiss scenarios ok 😩💕

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Lately, Raph felt like Donnie had been grumpier than usual. Mikey was more chaotic. And Leo, man, somehow he had gotten even more annoying with his puns.

So when you asked him to hang out, it was a more than welcome distraction for him. He could not only take a breather but also spend some one on one time with you, which he hadn’t been able to do a lot recently, and it was starting to bother him. He thought maybe by not seeing each other so often, he’d finally get over his crush on you, but no. It seemed to get worse, even. With every minute he spent away from you, his longing seemed to only grow stronger.

You had seen a poster of a state fair taking place nearby, and decided to invite Raph. Coincidentally it was also the night of a pretty important sports event, which meant it would be emptier than usual, so perfect conditions for a giant teenage turtle to not get noticed too much. Raph wore his big hoodie, and off you two were.

There was so much to do: all the games and prizes to win, the food to eat, the rides to try. In one game, Raph won a turtle plushie and gave it to you with a blush and a sheepish smile. You squeezed the toy to your chest and thanked him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the heat rising to your cheek. Because if Raph was hopelessly in love, oh man, you had it just as bad. In fact, this whole outing was part of your big plan to finally confess to him. You hoped that even if you did get rejected, you two could still hang out like this. But as the evening went on, you felt your confidence rising more and more, as you kept catching him stealing glances at you, and his touches, which were normal for you both, seemed to linger more than usual.

So when the night rolled in, and the lights of the fair gave the whole scenery a fairytale-like vibe, you told yourself it was time. 

You suggested ending the night by going on one last ride: the ferris wheel. He accepted, and as you were standing in line, you both evaded eye contact with each other, suddenly very shy and very quiet.

Then, finally, you got to the front, and entered the gondola cabin. It was closed off entirely, with big windows, which allowed you to enjoy the view without feeling as exposed to falling off the railing. 

You got in first, taking a seat, and Raph entered to sit on the bench across from you, but his weight made the cabin dip in his direction, which made him plop onto the seat rather promptly with an “oomph!”. The sudden shift also shook you forward from your position. You grabbed onto his shoulders to stabilise yourself, and his hands instinctively came up to your waist. You looked at each other for a second, by now both as red as his bandana. You apologised and quickly stepped back to sit down again. The gondola continued to sway softly as it slowly made its way up. 

Deciding to shift your attention to calm yourself down, you placed the little turtle on your lap and looked out the window, and immediately gasped at the view. The stalls grew smaller and smaller, and you could see the silhouette of the skyscrapers in the horizon against the last rays of sunshine.

As you were about to comment on how small everything looked from up there, the gondola came to a sudden stop, shaking back and forth. The slightest shiver of panic passed over you, but from a little speaker on the roof of the cabin came a monotone voice, announcing that there were some minor technical difficulties, and that the ride would resume soon.

You dared to take a look at Raph, and screamed internally as you found he was already (still?) looking at you, very fondly. 

“You know” he said suddenly. “I’ve liked you for a while now. Like, a lot.”

Your breath hitched, your heart beating violently against your ribcage at an ungodly speed. You blinked a couple of times, trying to regain your composure and answer that you like him as well, so much! But he was quicker.

“Can I kiss you?” he blurted out, and your mind went blank. By now your face must surely have been on fire, with how you felt your cheeks burning. With every second that passed in silence, Raph’s confidence was chipped away bit by bit. You were imploring yourself to respond something, but your brain was unable to form any coherent sentence at the moment.

So instead you stood up slowly, leaving the plushie on the bench, and trying not to shake the gondola too much, you crossed the very short space to sit next to Raph. Or rather, squeeze yourself in next to him; the cabin wasn’t super big to begin with and Raph took up most of the seating space. As you sat down, inevitably your legs were touching, and the turtle had to muster up all of his willpower to not faint on the spot. 

Reaching up to his face, you cupped his cheek with one hand and softly grabbed onto his hoodie with the other, pulling him down to you. It was a bit of a weird angle but it worked, and Raph leaned in the rest of the distance, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. It was short but full of love, and he pulled back slightly only to turn his torso completely towards you and went back in with a bit more force this time. You found yourself pressed between the gondola wall and the turtle, and somewhere in your brain you told yourself you wouldn’t mind the ferris wheel to be stuck for the next couple of hours. But as if the universe (or rather the mechanic on the ground) had heard you, the cabin shook and creaked as it started moving again. 

Raph pulled back completely this time, and you looked at each other slightly out of breath without a word. You noticed the gondola was about to come back down to the starting position again and stood up to go back to your original seat, but Raph held you in place. 

“I wouldn’t mind going another round” he said, and you weren’t entirely sure if he meant the ferris wheel or the kiss. Hopefully both. 

~~~~~

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[rhettabbotts]

Don’t think about babysitter!reader going to a carnival with dilf!Rhett and his girls (they insisted she be invited and of course Rhett isn’t going to say no), the kids wanna sit with her on EVERY ride, but Rhett convinces them to let her sit with him on the Ferris wheel. Finally alone, he fingers the life out of her while their car is stuck at the top, and Rhett just stares in awe as she cums with her head tilted up towards the twinkling stars in the night sky, and he says something like “Darling, that is the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Oof I’m gonna go scream into my pillow now

this literally altered my brain chemistry omfg

you could never say no to the girls, so when they were begging you to come to the fair, you had to say yes. you were wearing a cute little sundress, one that barely hit the tops of your thighs. it was still warm, even with it being dark. you played many of the games they had there. rhett made sure to win each of the girls a teddy bear or two. the girls were pulling you in every direction, wanting to ride every ride twice.

you had not been able to spend much time alone with rhett in the past couple of weeks, both of you were feeling so tense. so when rhett suggests the two of you sit together on the ferris wheel, you’re nearly shaking.

you get into your seats, sitting so close to each other. you can feel his warmth, heat radiating off of him like you’re sitting next to the sun. as the wheel moves, his hand settles on your thigh, sliding up higher and higher. his callused hand gripping your thigh made your legs clench. fingertips brushing against your core the second you get stopped at the top.

“what are you doing?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. his pinky slipped inside your panties, tracing up your wet pussy.

“shh, honey. let me take care of you,” he said into your ear. he pushed one finger in, smirking at the gasp that escaped you. you held onto his wrist, not stopping him but needing something to ground yourself. it was quick and messy, you were biting your lip so hard you could taste the tang of iron. you came fast and hard with a whimper of his name.

“so fucking good for me,” rhett said, pulling his hand away from you and licking his finger clean. you prayed you were discreet enough that the people below had no idea what was going on above them.

#asks #anon #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott smut #dilf rhett 4 ever <3 #rhett x babysitter

[aifanfictions]

story about (y/n) losing her memory after getting a head injury in a fight at the arena so now Hisoka Morrow (her lover) has to take care of her and help her regain her memories

Amnesia's Twisted Waltz

In the heart of the bustling arena, where the air was thick with tension and anticipation, (Y/N) faced off against a formidable opponent. The battle was intense, a chaotic dance of skill and strategy. But in a cruel twist of fate, one swift, unexpected blow to the head left (Y/N) dazed and unconscious.

When she awoke, (Y/N) found herself in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the harsh, fluorescent lights of a hospital. Panic gripped her, as memories swirled like fragments of a shattered mirror. She couldn't recall her own name, let alone the fierce battles she had once thrived in.

As the fog of confusion lifted, a figure materialized by her bedside, a sly grin playing on his lips. Hisoka Morrow, a fellow fighter and a lover whose memory remained intact, leaned in close, his eyes a captivating mix of concern and curiosity.

"(Y/N)," he purred, "it seems you've had a little accident. How do you feel?"

"(Y/N)?" she repeated, her voice trembling. The name felt foreign on her tongue. "I...I don't remember. Who am I? What happened?"

Hisoka's grin widened. "You've suffered from amnesia, my dear. But don't worry. I'm here to help you remember."

With a mixture of fascination and amusement, Hisoka took on the role of (Y/N)'s personal guide through her fragmented memories. He was an enigmatic presence, an orchestrator of chaos, and yet, the one person (Y/N) found herself inexplicably drawn to.

Their journey to regain (Y/N)'s memories took them to the most peculiar places. Hisoka would stage elaborate scenes in an attempt to jog her memory. One day, they found themselves in a whimsical circus, where Hisoka performed daring feats and invited her to join him in a tightrope walk.

Another time, he whisked her away to a mysterious masquerade ball, where masked dancers twirled under a glittering chandelier. As they waltzed, Hisoka whispered secrets of their past, weaving stories that sounded like a fantastical dream.

And then there were the times when Hisoka would create chaos and turmoil, intentionally pushing (Y/N) into stressful situations, hoping to provoke a flash of recognition. It was a chaotic strategy, but he believed that in chaos, clarity might emerge.

Through these wild escapades, (Y/N) began to glimpse fragments of her old life—a fierce fighter, a lover of adrenaline, and a dancer in the arena of chaos. But the memories remained elusive, as if hidden behind a curtain of amnesia.

One evening, as they strolled through a moonlit carnival, Hisoka turned to (Y/N) with a gleam in his eye. "My dear, do you trust me?"

(Y/N) gazed into those captivating, enigmatic eyes and nodded. "I do."

With a mischievous chuckle, Hisoka led her to a colossal Ferris wheel. As they climbed higher into the night sky, he confessed, "This is where we first met, (Y/N)."

Her heart raced as the memory started to stir. "First met...? Tell me more."

With vivid detail, Hisoka recounted the story of their initial encounter, painting a picture of a fateful night when their eyes had locked, and a connection had sparked. As they reached the peak of the Ferris wheel, (Y/N) felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a fleeting yet powerful connection to her past.

But just as the memory began to solidify, a sudden jolt rocked the carriage. Panic flared in her eyes as she clutched onto Hisoka, her memories slipping away like grains of sand through her fingers.

"We're stuck," Hisoka announced nonchalantly, as if the situation amused him. "Don't worry, my dear. It's all part of the plan."

In the confined space of the Ferris wheel, (Y/N) and Hisoka found themselves drawn into an intimate embrace. Hisoka's laughter echoed through the night, a haunting melody of chaos and connection.

As the hours passed, (Y/N) clung to the present while feeling the echoes of her past slipping through her fingers. In the tangled web of chaos and affection, she yearned to unravel the mystery of her forgotten memories and the enigmatic figure before her.

Their journey was far from over, but in the midst of amnesia's twisted waltz, (Y/N) had discovered something unexpected—a connection with Hisoka that defied the boundaries of memory, and a determination to piece together the fragments of her past, no matter how chaotic the dance.

As days turned into weeks, the chaotic nature of (Y/N) and Hisoka's journey continued. They explored the forgotten corners of her memory, embracing both the enchanting and chaotic aspects of her past. At times, they ventured into the heart of the arena, hoping that the adrenaline and the scent of battle might rekindle her fighting spirit.

Yet, in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, moments of unexpected tenderness emerged. Hisoka's enigmatic facade began to crack, revealing a depth of affection and concern he had never shown before for anyone. He would surprise (Y/N) with her favorite flowers, rare and exotic blooms that few had ever seen. Hisoka reveled in the way her eyes would light up at the sight of them, and he couldn't help but smile when she'd say, "I might not remember these flowers, but they make me feel something beautiful."

One evening, as they strolled through a tranquil garden filled with fireflies, Hisoka began to teach (Y/N) the art of playing cards. He reveled in her curiosity and her eagerness to learn, watching as her hands deftly shuffled the deck. She might have lost her memory, but she was discovering new skills and talents, and Hisoka was there to guide her every step of the way.

But the most tender moments occurred during quiet nights at home. Hisoka would sit at the piano, a haunting melody flowing from his fingertips. (Y/N) would listen, her eyes closed, as if trying to grasp the elusive memories hidden within the music.

One night, she approached the piano and hesitantly placed her hands on the keys. With Hisoka's guidance, they began to play a duet, their hands moving in synchrony. As they played, it was as if the notes held the power to bridge the gap between her forgotten past and her uncertain present.

In these moments, (Y/N) began to see a different side of Hisoka—the side that cared for her deeply and was willing to do anything to help her regain her memories. It was a chaotic journey, but amidst the chaos, their bond had grown stronger.

But the road to recovery was not without its challenges. They encountered individuals from her past, each with their own stories and secrets. Some offered to help, while others seemed determined to keep her memories locked away.

In one particularly chaotic encounter, they crossed paths with a mysterious figure who claimed to know the key to unlocking (Y/N)'s lost memories. However, the price for this information was steep, and it led to a dangerous game of wits and intrigue.

As the days turned into months, (Y/N) and Hisoka's journey continued, and she slowly pieced together more fragments of her past. The chaos and the tenderness of their bond remained intertwined, a dance that defied expectations.

And in the midst of it all, as they faced the unknown together, (Y/N) and Hisoka found something far more precious than lost memories—they discovered a love that was as chaotic and unpredictable as the world they lived in. It was a love born from chaos, nurtured in tenderness, and destined to endure the tests of time.

Their journey was far from over, but with each step they took, (Y/N) felt closer to unlocking the secrets of her past and embracing the future, with Hisoka by her side. In the dance of amnesia's twisted waltz, they had found a love that defied memory and chaos, a love that was uniquely theirs.

And so, the story continued, with (Y/N) and Hisoka waltzing through the chaos, determined to uncover the mysteries of her past and the depths of their love.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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[jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex]

It’s another poop desperation holding game, but this time it’s at an amusement park with roller coasters. Eddie is already properly touching cloth standing in the line for a ride with Steve. Steve is insistent to keep the game going when it gets to their turn to take their seats and strap it.

hell yes.

Amusement parks are such a good time, and what a good challenge a roller coaster would be.

Like, in the line on the way there, the intention had still been just to hold as long as possible, but even though they'd talked about public or semi-public accidents before, they both liked the thrill but didn't actually want, like, to actually get caught... still, Eddie thought, he could hold through, like, one more ride and be fine. Especially a ferris wheel. like, it takes a little while, but Eddie gets to sit the whole time, so that's pretty good.

Eddie's focused on that, on the fantasy of being stuck on a ferris wheel like this, with Steve (maybe even with Steve intent on making it up to him, up there, out of sight...) and doesn't notice how quickly they are making it through the line.

he doesn't break out of his private thoughts completely until the next wave of desperation hits and he almost doesn't clench up in time, totally lets the monster he's been holding back peek out for a moment, unable to walk as Steve nudges them forward. he stumbles a little, and it pokes out a little further, before he gets a hold of himself and forces it back.

"Fuck, steve, that was close." he whispers, close to steve, disguising the move as a bit of roughhousing- retaliation for being pulled along.

"Hot as hell, though. thought you were gonna lose it for a moment there."

"I almost did. Fuck, I'm glad we're almost... to the... Steve. What line are we in?"

Because now that they're so close, Eddie realizes that actually, what he thought was just a crowd getting closer, was actually Several lines, parallel, because the entrance to ferris wheel was actually right next to the platform to get onto the roller coaster.

Steve scrunched his face a bit.

"Roller Coaster? Like we planned- Roller coaster and then, if we can manage it, ferris wheel to end the night."

Eddie had completely spaced that they'd meant to do the roller coaster again. they'd ridden earlier, when eddie wasn't so desperate yet, and now eddie remembered the thrill, and telling Steve they had to do it again, later, because it was such a good challenge.

fuck. fuck he'd completely forgotten, assumed they were in the other line, which they're right next to and just.... fuck.

"Fuck, Stevie, fuck. I forgot."

Steve's eyes got wide.

"You.. forgot? you, oh shit. did you think this was the other line?" and steve gestured at the big wheel with its rocking little baskets...

Eddie nodded, grimly.

"Oh. shit. are you... can you... ?"

Eddie rocked a little in place, stepped forward again, twisted a little.

"Fuck, I don't know. um, probably not this and that? like, I don't know about another line... actually, maybe we'd better just..."

But steve's concern was slowly morphing back into interest.

"Sure, yeah, you say the word, we can go back, but. um. I mean, it might be easier at this point, just to wait?"

Steve wasn't wrong, they'd moved into the section of line with actual bars and dividers, sections of stairs, and navigating their way out would take some work, they really were quite close to the end... but also...

"I don't know. I don't know if I can, uh, handle this one. like, uh, this.

And Steve nodded sympathetically, but also eddie watched him reach down real quick and adjust himself in his jeans.

"Uh," Steve pulled together, "Uh, either way. you, uh, you make the call. but, uh... I bet you can make it?"

Eddie narrowed his gaze

"You really think so, or you hoping I'll fail?"

Steve nodded.

"Yes."

-

they were literally two cars away from the end, when Eddie had to stop again, or shit himself.

It was so hard to not let on, to anyone else, and though the line was so tight at this point that he absolutely couldn't say anything, the tight press of bodies did mean he could reach out and grab steve's forearm, dig his nails in as he fought for control.

the line moved again, but Eddie couldn't, if he relaxed at all, it was over.

"What's his problem?" asked the guy behind them, a brunette girl with little more than a bikini on, hanging off his arm.

"He's, uh, nervous," Steve covered, "Doesn't like, uh, heights. you guys want to go ahead?"

Steve let the couple around them, and another few folks, and eddie breathed, and made it through, and could move again.

"Fuck, steve, this is a bad idea."

Steve clapped him on the shoulder.

"It's gonna be fine! You got this."

Steve had one hand in his pocket, and Eddie glared.

Steve grinned, unrepentantly.

And then there was one car, and then it was their turn.

Eddie was a little shaky, legs a bit unstable, from the tension, and steve gallantly ushered eddie in first, across, making sure he got in alright.

Sitting down was mostly a relief, although the change in pressure in his abdomen sucked, but Eddie held onto bravado... right until the ride attendant came along his side and shoved the shoulder/lap bar down tighter, ratcheting in a couple more clicks, right against eddie's gut.

"don't want to be sliding around," the guy said, before checking the next one.

"Steve." Eddie said, starting to panic.

"You got this, " steve encouraged. "You're gonna be fine."

the ride engaged, sending their car forward, ticking upward along its rails. the change in angle helped, bar not pressing so much, but it also released some of the pressure from where he had been pushing himself down into the seat, subconsciously trying to keep it all in that way.

"Fuck Fuck I don't know..."

"I do. It's gonna be fine. even if it's not fine, ah, it's gonna be fine."

Eddie peeked over, at the little noise, to see that steve was holding the handle on his chest bar with his right, outer hand, but that his left hand, next to eddie, was actually suspiciously not visible.

"Steve. Really?"

Steve laughed.

"Fuck, I can't help it."

"Yes you fucking can. If I've gotta wait, so the fuck do you."

Steve raised his left hand in surrender, and then reached over to squeeze Eddies thigh.

They were cresting the hill.

"You got this. it's gonna be-"

and they were off.

-

Eddie absolutely did have it... for about 80% of the way. the thrill actually distracted him for a bit, and he found himself shouting along with everyone else.

even through some of the drops and twists, eddie still held out okay.

partway through, though, they ascended again, and Eddie realized what was coming next, and unfortunately for him, whether his own nerves made it worse, or whether he'd just run out of luck, as they shot into the double-loop, his gut cramped again.

Eddie tried, he really, really did, but

"Fuck! Steve! Fuck I'm- Fuck!"

as the centripetal force squeezed them back, down, up into their seats, no amount of muscle control could save eddie, and he felt the pressure like he was a tube of fucking toothpaste, relentless, and as the pressure finally let up, and he could feel everything again, there he sat with what had to be at least a few inches of shit in his shorts, too far out to do anything but admit to himself that it had happened.

"Eddie?" steve asked, as they rounded the last corner and headed for the platform "You okay?"

Every bump and jerked shifted eddie, made the log slip out a little further, and a little further. Eddie needed it to stop moving, right now, it was too much.

"Steve, it's, i'm, steve i'm doing it..."

Steve reached down and grabbed eddie's knee again, and eddie jolted and felt a little more slip out.

"It's fine. You're good. we planned for this, remember? All you have to do it get out at the end, and I'll walk behind you, and we'll head out. no big deal."

Eddie couldn't respond, fighting the urge to push for all he was worth, almost certainly red in the face.

The car stopped, and the bars popped up, and people started getting out.

"Come on, eds, we've gotta go."

"Steve." Eddie managed, just barely.

"I know, come on..." Steve was standing, and he waved off the ride attendant. "My buddy is just a little dizzy. Scared of heights, but he wanted to try, you know?"

The wave wasn't ending and Eddie knew he had no choice, he was only drawing more attention.

"Ready eddie? I'm gonna help you up." Eddie wasn't ready. "One, two- "

Steve pulled him to his feet, and eddie turned, and miraculously kept everything in place... until the big step to get back onto the platform. He stepped with one foot, and pushed off... and felt the rest of the log slide out into his pants.

He tried to freeze up again, but steve was right behind him, guiding his stumbling walk,

"Steve, stevie, I-"

"I know, " Steve assure him, quietly, "I know, but no one else does."

Eddie kept moving, no one right near them, steve comfortingly close behind him.

It was uncomfortable, and embarrassing, but when eddie slowed before the stairs down, steve bumped into him from behind and eddie could feel how hard he was, and that was gratifying as hell, so he kept on.

"How obvious?" eddie asked, as they did the last of the stairs, before they had to rejoin the crowds.

Steve hung back a little, and then reassured- "Really, not bad. no one would know unless they were looking, your jeans are so dark, or unless they..." and steve groped his ass, with the last of their cover, and groaned, and grabbed himself.

"Come on, steve, gotta get out of here first." Eddie reminded, and steve fumbled for a moment, and then collected himself.

-

they were just past the gate, almost back to the van, when eddie got hit with another wave, everything else having moved to fill the space, but still wanting out.

"Fuck, steve, i- hmnng-" and steve looked around rapidly, and then tugged eddie between two bushes, in a row lining the parking lot.

"Go on" he said, and eddie didn't even need the permission, immediately dropping into a half-crouch, and giving into the urge to push.

another large log came, and eddie felt his shorts, and his regrettably tight jeans, reaching capacity.

"Ah- ah- fuck, there's so much, steve."

"Fuck." steve hissed back, rubbing himself again, on top of his own jeans, not looking away.

"ah- ah- okay. okay i think i'm good for a minute."

Eddie straightened back up, and he could feel the weight of his accident this time, enough to cause his clothes to sag a bit. he reached for his belt, unthreaded the tongue, and tightened it a few notches (he'd relaxed it earlier, hoping it would help).

they made it to the van, and eddie passed steve his keys, figuring maybe neither one of them was Fantastic to drive, but steve had more experience driving under, uh, stress, and eddie could already feel-

yep, even as he opened the passenger door, and shook out the trash bag he'd had tucked there, to put down on the seat In Case, his guts twisted again, and he immediately capitulated, looser mess now squishing in around what he'd already lost, started to squeeze forward.

Steve clearly heard it, and recognized the stance, probably could smell it by now, too, and he dropped into the driver's seat, closed the door, and immediately started fumbling with his fly.

"Dude," eddie protested, breathless, still pushing

"Nope." Steve countered, equally breathless. "You're done waiting, and I can't fucking drive like-- Fuck!"

and that was it, apparently, Steve closed his eyes, and arched into his hand and came.

at least he had the courtesy to cup his free hand around the head of his dick and catch most of it.

... not that eddie hadn't come in a spectacular mess all over the driver's seat, and other places, before. but still

"You fucking owe me, Harrington." eddie grumbled, as he now faced the reality that he was going to have to fucking sit in his mess until they got home.

"Absolutely," Steve agreed, with a dumbfuck grin.

#asks #scat desperation #messing #steddie kink fic #Alternatively #And they actually make it to the ferris wheel #They mess around but make it off okay #And then the drive home is Steve basically edging in the driver seat while Eddie tries not to be foul his van

[thatblackravenclaw]

That Night On The Ferris Wheel

(Images above are from Pinterest)

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

Dean Thomas x black!fem!reader (no y/n)

warning(s): reader hinted to have a fear of heights, cursing, reader hinted to have anxiety, smut, fingering in a public setting

word count: 1.2k

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“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Dean grips my hand as he pulls me to the Ferris Wheel.

“What if it gets stuck?”

“It’s not gonna get stuck.” He says with an eye roll.

His stride gets us to the line in half the time it would’ve taken me. My heart beat is in my ears and the world turns into a kaleidoscope. I’ve never been on a Ferris Wheel. I never wanted to. They’re high and barely safe. You’re putting all your safety in the hands of a teenager who barely knows how to work the mechanical box and are just here to earn minimum wage, if even that.

The line goes faster than I would like.

“It’s going to come off of the hinges.”

“The box will malfunction and the wheel will speed up.”

“You’re gonna be stuck at the very top for hours.”

Why are my thoughts so loud? I’m going to throw up.

“Hey.” Dean’s voice pushes through my thoughts. The world silences, but his voice.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”

The line moves. Halfway there. His words slow my heart beat back to its normal rate. I give him an acknowledging nod while praying that the line slows down.

It doesn’t.

Soon we’re second in line and my nightmare is coming true. I could tell Dean that I’m uncomfortable with this and don’t want to go on. He would say okay and we’d go on another ride. That simple. I don’t want to though. I want to do this. I want to overcome this fear. Prove that I can do it. Not for Dean, but for myself. That’s why I don’t say anything.

The Ferris Wheel comes to a stop and the previous couple walk out of the car, bright smiles across their faces. The sight doesn’t ease me any. The only thing that eases me is the smile on Dean’s face when I look up at him. He looks down at me and I can’t help but return the smile. He squeezes my hand and we walk up the stairs to the car.

There’s not much space. Our thighs squish together as we both sit in the car. There’s a slight rocking as we get settled and my heart rate picks up again. This cannot be safe. I quickly grab his hand and squeeze it along with my eyes.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”

I take an inhale as his words echo through my head. As I exhale, the Ferris Wheel starts to move. I don’t open my eyes, not trusting my calm demeanor to last long. I allow myself to loosen my grip on his hand and stretch mine out on my thighs.

The Ferris Wheel creaks as it rises. Children and teenagers scream and laugh as they ride the other carnivals attractions. Dean is going on about something going on with his flatmates. All I can hear is Seamus… Kitchen…, and boy toy. I love him, but his roommate is the last thing on my mind right now.

“Sweetheart,” He asks.

“Mhm?” My tone is squeaky.

The wheel comes to a sudden stop. No. No, this can’t be happening.

“Why are we stopped?” My eyes stay closed as I ask the question. It’s stuck. I bet a million pounds that it’s stuck.

I feel his upper body shift away from me. The car creaks with his movement. I accidentally open my eyes and realize just how high we are.

“Holy shit.” My voice barely above a whisper.

“Damn, I think the mechanical box stopped working.” I open my mouth to give him an ‘I told you so.” when he quickly tells me to shush.

Tears prick in the corner of my eyes. I feel myself start to hyperventilate. I avert my eyes to the sky and work on the breathing exercises that my therapist gave me.

The sky has transitioned into an astronomical twilight. The stars are dimly lit due to the city lights, but I can vaguely point out Spica shining bright next to the first quarter moon. You can just make out the Mare of Serenitatis clearly. The more I stare at it, the closer it seems to get. The change of focus only works for so long. Then, he starts speaking again and I’m reminded of the predicament we’re in. My eyes widened with realization as I looked at Dean.

“Hey, what did I say,” he asks softly.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”

“Here, I wanna try something.” I raise a quizzical brow as he puts his hand on my thigh. His nimble fingers grazes my jean zipper before moving up to the button.  

“Right now?” A wave of nervous shakes roll through my body as I look around. You aren’t able to see the lower parts of our body due to the design of the Ferris Wheel car, but that doesn’t ease my nerves any.

“Do you trust me?” He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper.

“Yes,” I responded without hesitation.

He grabs my leg closest to him and pulls it over his thigh. His fingers slip through my pants and trace from my clit, down across my folds, and back up again. He does the teasing motion until my clit is throbbing with need. I tried my best not to moan, but a whimper slips through every now and then. He proceeds to lay his palm on my lower abdomen while the tips of his fingers play with the band of my underwear. I shiver as his fingers touch my bare skin every so often.

“You gotta be nice and quiet for me, okay? Can you do that for me?” His voice now deepened. Arousal dripping from his tone. I lose the ability to speak any words and just nod my head. I can hear my heart in my ears, but at this moment it is only him and I.

He reaches inside of my underwear and completely bi-passes my clit. My look of confusion morphed into a calmed look with a satisfied sigh. His middle finger slips through my folds and gathers the slick on the pad of his middle finger. You can hear the squelching but not loud enough to cover the noise from the carnival. His finger then moves up my folds until it gets to my clit causing my thighs to twitch. The begging died in my throat as he circled my clit. I lean my head back but don’t let a sound slip out my lips so as not to alert other carnival-goers.

He puts a little pressure on it, just how I like it. I grab on to his arm to ground myself. He’s worked me up to a point that I feel like I’m floating. The pleasure was so far away. Now, my arousal grows and seeps through my underwear while he brings me closer to my impending orgasm.

“Dean,” I gasp out.

“Sshh. It’s okay. I know. I got you. Let go whenever you need to.”

His finger speeds up and slightly more pressure is added. My grip tightens on him. The world blurs as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I cum with a hushed curse and melt into the seat beneath me. Dean removes his fingers and lightly pats my clothed over-sensitive clit.

“Still scared?” He chuckles at my now weak figure.

“Fuck you.” I match his playful tone while attempting to zip up my jeans.

“Oh, I plan to.”

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Dean Masterlist | United Kingdom

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[kikisfuneralservice]

LEE JINKI BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what lee jinki is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes nsfw content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

blushes REALLY bad whenever you say cute things to him 

always loves mornings with you because he gets to hold you close in his arms and likes to trace little shapes in stars onto your back and call them your own little constellations 

loves buying you little gifts. you get a new little bracelet or pair of earrings every single damn day

he always INSISTS that lunch is on him, so you probably owe him a thousand dollars by now but you can’t fight him on that. 

just learns how to cook for you

he’s always wanted to learn how to ballroom dance so he takes you with him and it’s annoying in the moment but when you’re alone at night under the stars outside ballroom dancing with each other on the patio it rlly is all worth it 

he is always permanently stuck in the honeymoon phase no matter how far along your relationship is bc he always feels it in his stomach when u smile at him proudly across the room even if it’s just for some stupid little thing

holds you in his hands like you’re his mother’s vase that’s worth millions of dollars because he couldn’t live a day more if he ever hurt you

always takes initiative first. he just wants you to know that he can handle it and be able to protect you

might as well just slap a superman cape on him bc he’s gonna be your superman and swear on it

you buy him a superman shirt to solidify this idea and he wears it to bed every day

holds you tight at the end of the day and always is like “superman did it again!! he’s saved the day!” and tickles you bc you know he always does save the day

even on your worst days he’s there as close or far away as you want him to be from you. everything is always all your call

likes going in picnics under the willow trees because the view from the hill is always so beautiful and he wants you to experience it with him

also loves to read to you :(

is the bitch that says i love you on the top of the ferris wheel

he makes everything cheesy because he only wants you to be happy at your fullest

the both of you love to go window shopping together. ikea is usually to go-to bc jinki loves the food court and likes to go around holding ur hand and telling u that that’s where u guys are gonna live and this is the living room u guys will have

game nights

you guys have multiple board games and card games. you don’t even invite friends over- you just compete against each other

always takes the family path on the game of life

“my daughter fell out of the car… and you did too…”

rlly likes shopping for you for some odd reason he just likes making outfits for you

“this would look stunning on you y/n!!!!” the outfit: a turtleneck and cargo pants

“this would make me look like kim possible”

“yea but she's pretty! just like you!” ok jinki

doesn’t wanna buy all the extraneous outdoor xmas decorations so he takes you on a whirlwind tour though the neighborhood to look at other people’s houses and their decorations 

insists to pay for everything bc he is so in love with u

will also buy things you do not need whatsoever but purely bc you cannot live without this peach smelling shampoo

on a related note, he loves resting his head on the top of your head and kissing it

loves just treating u like a prince/princess he rlly does he is your prince your knight in shining armor 

SMUT:

the both of you take turns in taking control but it’s mostly you because he just loves seeing you on top of him

he’s always seen you as empowering and just the mere thought of your strength on him turns him on

does not prefer ass or tits more - he loves both equally. loves all parts of your body and will always let you know that

he kinda researches in secret bc he thinks he lacks compared to you, so he always wants to find new things to try

one time he ordered a vibrator from amazon (like any bitch does ofc) and was immediately confused when he opened it

put the batteries in and got startled when it started moving and dropped it on the floor

will need a minute, but he’ll get the hang of it. he just wants you to feel good 

he tells you that but you tell him the same thing back, and of course, he doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s always excited at the idea of you up against him

also takes everything relatively slow so he can savor each moment 

likes when u have a sweet drink before kissing him bc it tastes so much better on your lips

one time you mentioned that you wanted to try giving him a lap dance and he thought it was only in the movies

sat him down in a chair and let the kid go wild 

he’s hesitant but once you move his hands on your body and grind against him, he gets the hang of it

tries to hide his noises bc he’s embarrassed but u let him know it’s ok 

“idk but it’s embarrassing…”

and ur like fine 

and u just moan and cry for him until he understands that it’s ok and that well,, it’s hot

his heart rate is 10 light years ahead of him

u buy lingerie that you think he would like bc he’s always so clipped about what he wants from u at least sex-wise, but u know that he goes bazonkers when u put on a pretty outfit for him

you go and tell him u bought a new outfit and he’s excited bc he likes ur little fashion shows, but when u come out and ur wearing a see-through flimsy piece, his face goes tomato red

u love teasing him too: “jinki… do u like my outfit? i got it just for you…”

he doesn’t know what to say or do first bc he doesn’t know if he should be looking away or looking right at you

“aren’t you cold…?”

just wanna pleasure him for all that he’s done for u

gets easily overstimulated, so he’s very nervous, and often finishes quicker than he intends to, but he can never control himself around u

you feel a little bad for the poor kid, but seeing him lose himself in your arms over and over and over…

he often reaches his bursting point, so u try to calm him down a little in the moment, but he’s blabbering all over the place and leaking everywhereeeee……. soooooo

you get a rush out of being sneaky, so you bring him to the movies and try to pull some shit

“why are we seeing this movie it came out 4 months ago? i bet no one will be there.”

thats the point, darling!

“i’m gonna get red vines!” jinki wait hold on

he gets the red vines

“why arent you paying attention to the movie?”

is flabbergasted that you’re even doing this, but screw it, you’re in the back of an empty movie theater and he gets the bj of his life

asks you to “wear that outfit again”

he’s a creature of habit, and what works for him works for him

is nervous about exploring but it’s ok as long as he has you <3

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surprise!!! i wanted to make it up to you all for all your support that you’ve given me over the past few months when i was MIA, so i pulled some headcanons out of the drafts i had (which i have for each member hehe). i figured i’d pull something out before i completed my jjong os... thank you all again for your support, and if you enjoy, then feel free to like or reblog or turn on my notifs for more future content-- or follow me on my twitter!

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[e1dritchjackal0pe]

Random Corey Relationship Scenarios

Features some 18+ content, minor DNI. If you're under 18 just do everyone a favor and sit this one out

I wrote this out of the blue at 2:00 in the morning so the writing isn't my best. There also wasn't supposed to be any smut but the whore in me jumped out.

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🔪Despite belief I don't think Corey would be a huge horror movie fan. At least in the beginning, we're talking about before the Jeremy accident and pre-Michael Corey. He grew up in a very controlling household, and I doubt that Joan would let him watch a genre full of violence and (typically) sex. 

I've seen someone else say that he's a sci-fi fan, and I second that. It's a genre that he was actually able to get away with, along with some action/comedy films. That being said, movie dates are pretty common for you two. And you've made it your mission to expose him to popular media and cult classics alike that he was never able to see. The Nightmare on Elm Street, It, Near Dark, Trick r' Treat, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, just to name a few. 

There's been a couple times where he's accidentally thrown his body onto yours from an unexpected jump scare and he's always so embarrassed once he realizes what he's done. His face is flushed, avoiding your gaze while he stumbles over an apology. He blushes even more when you tell him how cute it is and that you don't mind. You'll keep him safe from the big bad monster. 

🔪Quick stops to the gas station are always a must. Corey always reaches for a bottle of chocolate milk, and you usually grab a slushie and some random assortment of junk food for whatever movie marathon you're planning. 

Until his bike, you drive the both of you there as a way to avoid people. But during the night, around 9:30 before the stores close and everyone in Haddonfield has returned home to sleep or are at the bar, you can walk to the station without the fear of running into a group of bullies or having some asshole in a lifted Chevy throw some piss hot big gulp at the pair of you. 

🔪He's usually too shy to outright ask for PDA, but you can always tell when he's feeling particularly clingy or in need of affection by the way that he stares at you (not that he knows, if he knew how obvious he was he'd probably die of embarrassment) or hovers by your side. Always nearby, his pinky often brushing against yours but never grasping. It's up to you to take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze and basking in the way that his cheeks flush pink. 

🔪He absolutely melts for neck kisses. He fantasizes about you leaving plum and cherry-colored marks across the expanse of his throat. You want nothing more than to deliver on that desire, but with the threat of his mother possibly discovering them, you make sure not to. 

🔪Head scratches and playing with his hair immediately makes him relax. If he's lying on you while you do, be prepared to be stuck to that spot for a good while, cause he's not moving. And if you try to stop, he won't be able to help the low whine that leaves his pouty lips. He'll look at you with those warm puppy eyes and you'll be defenseless. You swear, he does it on purpose. 

🔪He took you to the summer fair and refused to leave until he won you the massive pink koala stuffie that you wanted. That night is one of his favorite memories. Your relationship was still fresh and awkward but despite that he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted to kiss you. Your car had risen to the top of the Ferris wheel, and you looked positively radiant. While you were busy gushing about how beautiful it looked from the height, Corey was debating on whether or not he should go in for the kiss. Ignoring the insecure voice shouting at him from the back of his head, he reached for yours, softly directing your face towards him so that he could connect your lips to his own. It was admittedly a little clumsy at first but soon the both of you found a rhythm and fell into a slow kiss. It was new and explorative, but it made your hearts race all the same. You tasted like the baby blue cotton candy you had earlier, like sugar and syrup. The both of you quickly got lost in your cliché kiss up top the Ferris wheel, only disconnecting so that you could breathe.

🔪Dates on the roof of Willie the Kids radio station. He started going there after the accident as a way to meditate. On particularly bad days when the citizens of Haddonfield are just impossible to escape and the conspiratorial whispers and dealing with his parents become too much to bear, he flees to the safety of his private safe space. 

🔪He found it one night after a day of colorful comments and dark threats from the town residents, so he went on a walk. A last resort to blow off some steam and get away. The soft red on the tip of the radio tower blinked softly like a beacon in the night. He'd later on introduce you to his safe haven and it would become one of your main spots unless you both met at your house. 

Snuggles are a must while the both of you talk and vent about your day. With you lounging in his warm embrace, listening to the low rasp of his voice or him cuddling into your chest, being lulled by the thrum of your heart, counting each precious beat. 

You both talk about life outside of Haddonfield and what your shared future will be like once you finally escape its clutches. 

(You may or may not have gone down on him a few times on that roof, while he clasps a hand over his mouth to make sure that his whines can't be heard. The quieter he tries to be the more you double down.)

🔪He suffers from nightmares. About the accident mostly. He jolts up in the middle of the night, a sheen of sweat covering his skin and a wild look in his eyes. He does his best not to wake you up too, but the times that he does you're always there with open arms and reassuring words in the hopes of guiding him back to sleep. 

🔪Tucking his quivering form into your chest, running your hands up and down his back and running your fingers through his hair until he's calm enough to sleep.  He always apologizes the morning after, and you do your best to assure him that you aren't mad at him. That it's not his fault and that you'll always be there for him. 

🔪On the nights that he does risk staying over at your place late, you always try and make sure to wake up with him to properly say goodbye.

He used to try and slip out of bed without disturbing you, but he couldn't handle how disappointed you'd look the next time you'd see him. How you would tell him that you wished he woke you up before parting ways. Now he makes sure to rouse you from your sleep gently. He knows that despite how adamant you are about sending him off, you hate being up early and so, he cuddles you close and peppers every inch of your face with soft kisses until your eyes blink open and that gorgeous smile graces your lips.  

🔪After a day of work there's nothing he adores more than showering together.It doesn't have to lead anywhere sexual, but there's something intimate about washing each other clean of the days grime.

As stated previously, he loves it when his hair is played with, when you wash his hair for him he falls in love all over again. Just letting himself relax while you massage the shampoo into his scalp. He'll lean into your body and tuck his face into the crook of your neck to breath in the scent of you. He likes washing you as well. Collecting a dollop of your body wash on the palm of his hand and working the solution across your skin until it forms suds, massaging you muscles and working out the kinks and nots that formed throughout the day.

🔪You're his personal nurse. Between the constant harassment from the Haddonfield population and the eventual killings, he's usually stumbling home with some new bruise or cut. You've learned to keep a first aid kit in your house since you've begun dating and to keep it stocked. You often find yourselves in the kitchen or bathroom while you stand over him, dabbing at whatever new scrape he's accumulated. You're always so gentle with him, making sure to ask him if you're hurting him and apologizing when you do. Holding him like he's made of glass. Like he might break if you're too rough. And honestly, he might just would. Because you own him, body and soul.

🔪Once he gets his bike, he's driving both of you everywhere. It offers a sense of freedom that he hasn't experienced yet. Sure, there was your car before, but he likes his bike because it's his. Plus, it gives him an excuse to have you hold onto him. Cruising around Haddonfield and evening joyrides are a frequent occurrence. It easily becomes one of your favorite things to do as well. Wrapping your arms securely around the plain of his body, molding your stomach to the heat of him while you speed down the open road. It's easy to get lost in the fantasy that the both of you are finally leaving this awful town. With the autumn air dewy with the scent of falling leaves and his cologne, you like to press your face into the crook of his neck and bask in the warmth of him and picture that the two of you driving past that shitty sign declaring the departure of Haddonfield's city limits.

🔪Sometimes when you're feeling bold, you'll remove your arms from around Corey so that you can spread them out into the air and pretend that you're flying while the bike roars down the empty strip of road. The first time you did this, you nearly gave Corey a heart attack. He insisted that you come up with a way to tell him when you were planning on doing it so that he can slow down to a safer speed. So now you have to tap him twice somewhere on his body as a heads up.

🔪There's a clearing on a low hill that overlooks Haddonfield that he likes to take you to. He parks his bike right in the center of it so that you can see the town from such a different perspective and the both of you are facing each other on the seat of the bike. And while you're busy looking at the cluster of lights down below he's admiring you with a heady lovestruck expression that you can't ignore. When your eyes finally flicker over to his your trapped in a trance. It's just you and him and suddenly you're both kissing.

🔪He often fantasizes about taking you on his bike, but he doubts that would pan out very great with the whole balance thing. While he may not be able to do the specifically, he has driven you somewhere private so that he could have you sit in front of him on the seat, your back pressed to his chest. He'll drape your legs over his so that he could use his own to keep you spread open. Dipping a hand underneath the band of your jeans to slip two fingers into the heat of you and rocking them against that delicious spot inside of you until you come on his fingers. Whispering praise and filth in your ear while you spasm and moan helplessly.

🔪He's always been protective and possessive, but after meeting Michael he now has the attitude to act on it. Wherever the two of you are out and about he's always touching in some way. Whether it's by holding your hand, an arm draped across your shoulder, a hand pressed against your lower back... You get the picture. It's his way of silently broadcasting that you're his.

With said jealous steak, if someone flirts with you he's scaring them way with a dark glare before pulling you into a searing kiss as a way to punctate the warning. Once the both of you are finally somewhere private he's backing you against the nearest wall or tossing you on the bed and he won't let up until you're nothing but a ball of quivering muscles that's too cock drunk to form a coherent sentence.

🔪He tried his best to keep his . . . hobby a secret from you. But between the late nights, the missing people, the frequent cuts and bruises (more than usual) you start to connect the dots. Albeit reluctantly. Who wants to admit that their boyfriend is a possible murderer? 

You ignore the signs for as long as you can until you have no choice but to confront him about it. He's entire posture changes as soon as the questions start spilling out of your mouth, his body going rigid and tense. He dodges the interrogation for as long as he can until eventually you've back him into a corner, and he shouts out his confession. He expects you to run out of the house screaming, for you to start shoving him out of your house. Demand him to leave and never come back.  But you don't do either of those things.

The entire situation just seals your fate. There's no getting rid of him now. It's you and him, ride until you die, forever.

#corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends #corey cunningham smut #corey cunningham #halloween ends x reader #corey cunningham x you #slasher x you #slasher x reader

[bitchyglitterfox]

Stuck - Robin Buckley x F!Reader

Warning: Fear of heights, Fluff, kissing

A/n: i thought this would be great lil blurb since I've posted sadness and angst, so here you go, hope you all enjoy.

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“Go to the fair they said, it'll be fun they said!” I huff, “Well it aint fun considering we are stuck at the very top!”

“Don't worry Y/n, they said they would fix it as soon as possible” Robin says while grabbing a hold of my hand, calming me down a bit.

“Hey! How are you guys doing up there?!” Steve  asks from underneath, Jonathan and Nancy are standing next to him.

Robin begins to lean forward to respond causing the cart to move.

“Please don't do that.” I say grabbing her hand and closing my eyes.

“Right, i forgot about your fear of heights, sorry” she says leaning off the side of the cart instead to give them a response.

“Aish! I’m stuck here too ya know!” says Dustin from below us, “Steve did you get my pretzel?” 

The two then continue a conversation about how it would be cold by the time we got down so he can get one after we are saved.

“You know I thought these were supposed to be romantic, I mean that's the reason I brought you up here” Robin says looking at me.

I can feel the blush creep up my neck and appear on my cheeks.

“W-what?” I try to swallow to make my throat and mouth less dry.

“How do I put this, I like you Y/n and I wanted to confess when we stopped here but instead we got stuck.”

Robin Buckley, the girl I've been friends with since middle school. The girl i’ve been in love with since 2nd year of high school is confessing to me? Me? On a stuck ferris wheel. If I didn't know any better I'd say we were in some cheesy romance movie. 

“I- Robin-” I begin but I'm cut off.

“It’s ok if you don't feel the same Y/n, I just needed to get it off my chest” she rambles off looking the other way. Under the carnival lights I can see a faint blush. I feel mine getting deeper and hotter.

I interlock our fingers.

“Robin you didn’t let me finish, what I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted. I like you too and I have since 2nd year” I say giggling while seeing her face lit up and seeing her cute little smile.

“Well, when we get out of here can I take you out on a real date? One without the others?”

“Yeah, I’d like that. And Robin?”

“Yeah?” She says looking at me with stars in her eyes.

I begin to lean in, she does the same. My eyes are closed and just as we are about to have our lips meet in the middle the ferris wheel begins to move forward causing us to both pull apart before our friends can see us.

“Finally! I’m hungry!” Dustin yells hopping out of his cart.

Robin and I are finally freed from our own cart and hang behind the others as they go get Dustin his beloved pretzel.

Our hands brush one another finally interlocking once again.

The rest of the night goes by in a flash, however neither of us talk about the almost kiss we shared on the ferris wheel.

Currently in the back seat of Steve’s car as the other 4 are in their own conversations as Dustin sleeps against the window. We pull to the sidewalk of my apartment. And Steve turns off the car, Robin gets out and walks me to the front door.

“I had a lot of fun today with you and the gang Robin.” I say leaning against my front door.

“I did too but I wanted to give you something.”

“Wha-” before I could finish the word her lips were against mine. Her lips were soft. The feeling of our lips molding together was perfect until a voice yelled from the car.

“Come on Robs! We're all tired, kiss Y/n more tomorrow!” A sleepy Dustin calls from the car. 

We have one quick peck and I turn my key in the lock. Tonight sure was wonderful and I have it all thanks to a Ferris Wheel.

#bitchyglitterfox writes #stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader

[msookyspooky]

Heyo so I say your severen birthday post and it got me thinking. So I went to Disney world for my birthday and I was thinking what if severen takes his mate and the gang to Disney 😭(at night of course) I can see Jess and sev eating a turkey leg and Caleb and Mae taking a romantic walk and diamond dragging homer to get photos 😭

I srsly love this I definitely don't watch Near Dark and think Disneyworld but it's so perfect bc they've lived so long you can't tell me they haven't been to an amusement park including disneyworld with how huge it is.

I bet ur b day was fun!!! I went to that place ONE time at 8 years old and it quite literally rained on my parade and some of the rides 🥲 It was thundering and cloudy during the wait for the haunted mansion which was my favorite so that was a neat memory tho. So if I'm rusty, srry I have vague memories there 😭

Severen Taking his S/O to Disneyworld

- For one, they definitely did not have money to go in, not even 80's money. They probably couldn't steal enough or didn't care to so they snuck in somehow (Severen is old af and probably knows a secret entrance from when it was first built.)

- Severen found a micky mouse hat with ears and wore it just to be goofy

- Speaking of goofy...Severen and Jesse scare the actors in costume there. Severen definitely took a picture with you but whispered some terrifying shit in Goofy's ear just to watch him try to run in those shoes (He laughed his ass off too.)

- You are so right!! Severen and Jesse are eating the most basic, filling foods. He may sample your dole whip or funnel cake but he rarely eats this type of human food and he's making it worth it by eating a huge turkey leg.

- You all definitely cut in line...Do you think SEVEREN is going to stand for an hour or more for rides??? He is finding a way in probably from killing and drinking a staff member and getting their key cards to use backdoors.

- Jesse and DB venture off to Epcot just to leisurely stroll around sample different foods and listen to music and dance together...They still get odd looks and creep everyone out. A child definitely cried when Jesse stared them down for staring at him first.

- Caleb and Mae are hand in hand in line to go on the haunted mansion (It's just so they can makeout in the cars after Mae gets 'scared'. They rarely get alone time in the group.)

- Homer goes off adventuring by himself (He just doesn't want anyone see him actually enjoy peter pans flight like a kid.)

- You and Sev go on an adventure. He is high energy, playful, adventurous and eager to do things so expect for him to ask you where to go but if you say 'it's up to you'...He is dragging you everywhere 🤣

- Severen's favorite rides are actual Rollercoasters that have his adrenaline pumping (Imagine if he's never been on one? He'd love it!) the crazier the better and that nut job is laughing his ass off while your screaming...This man would love Tower of Terror or Rock n Rollercoaster or even more 'tame' rides like ExtraTERRORestrial Alien Encounter if he got to see it before it closed

- He does enjoy more lowkey rides though like a ferris wheel or haunted mansion if it involves you cuddle up to him but please do not take him on its a small world he will complain the entire time and if he's got that damn song stuck in his head; he's blaming you ☠️

- Homer loves it bc even tho he wants to be perceived as an adult; this is the one place he goes and being a kid actually gets him better treatment than everyone else in the group.

- Mae loves talking to the princesses and Caleb loves the rides he rode as a kid before Sarah was even born like Space Mountain or Pirates of the Caribbean

- DB loves the family time you all rarely get often going your seperate ways to feed everynight

- You all meet back up at least an hour before it closes to spend that 'family time' together.

- Severen or Jesse or both know the most unsettling deaths and secrets about the place and Severen points out "Oh some girl was crushed between those two walls" too casually. Severen acted like he was going to jump in the water on Jungle Cruise claiming there's actual alligators and when you told him "Nuh uh" he was going to prove it. You just about yanked him off his feet to sit back down

- Everyone argues over what the last 'family' attraction should be

- If it involves shooting and competition tho? Every single one of them from Jesse to Caleb is having a blast

- You probably convince them to go on splash mountain just for the picture at the end. Sadly someone had to sit out (Jesse or DB for sure) So in order: Jesse or DB in the back, Homer, You, Guess Who, Mae, Caleb 😭

- You are so right DB is dragging Homer to take photos like the Mom she is 🥰

- You all stay to watch some fireworks but sneak back out halfway through before everyone else starts leaving

- The night is young and you all go get ACTUAL nourishment with blood but it's a fun time and you all have souvenirs from pics to merchandise

- Severen definitely won, stole or even bought you a cute niche character merch you love to keep for ur special day 💞

#i swear I see everyone's ask and even if they're months old I'll do them one day as inspo it jus takes awhile 😴🥴 #near dark #severen van sickle #severen #severen near dark #near dark severen #severen x reader

[asirensrage]

In The Air Tonight - Daredevil Oneshot

Title: In The Air Tonight Rating: Teen? Fandom: Daredevil Pairing: Matt Murdock x OC Warnings: Some swearing. Talk of fear of heights. Summary: No single riders are allowed. Luckily, she's not the only one.

Notes: Based off of the prompt from this post "I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck." Thank you @vixenofcourse who edited this for me. It's an unnamed OC who's not described.

She stares up at the thing. If she is honest, she hates Ferris wheels. She prefers roller coasters. At least they are fast and your time spent high up in the air is fleeting. 

“Come on, Auntie!” Her nephew tugs on her hand and she moves forward automatically. “It’s almost our turn!”

“I know,” she says. “Who are you sitting with?” 

“Dad! We’re going to make it rock.” 

The sheer thought of that makes her queasy. She looks at her brother who just grins at her. She should have stayed back with her sister-in-law and gotten cotton candy. Or at least taken the baby and sent her in her stead. 

“Sounds…great.” She winces at the knowing look her brother sends her. He’s the whole reason she is afraid of heights. That asshole. Still, she stays in place for her nephew…who has yet to let go of her hand. 

They move forward and dread settles in her stomach. 

“Two to a cart!” The operator says. 

“We have three,” her brother tells them as they got closer. 

“I can ride alone,” she offers. 

“Can’t do, ma’am. Two to a cart.”

Her eyes light up at the opportunity. “Well, I can just wait here for you!” 

Her nephew turns on her instantly. “No! You have to come! I want us to do it together!”

“We won’t even be in the same cart,” she says softly. “It’s fine. I can skip this one.” 

“No!” her nephew stomps his foot, the sign of an imminent meltdown, and she glances at her brother, praying for help.

He simply shrugs. “We can see if there’s another single rider?” 

She glares at him in response before mouthing that she’s going to kill him. He just grins. 

“Single rider!” The operator calls out. “We got a single rider! Any others?” 

“Here!” Someone calls out from behind them. “Matt’s single!” A couple of people laugh at that. 

“See?” Her brother says. “Not alone.” Her nephew grins up at her. He’s lucky she loves him this much. 

“Uh, are you sure?” The operator asks. 

She turns to look at her new companion who had been let through. The operator’s tone of doubtful surprise makes sense as soon as she sees the white cane in his hand. 

“Yeah,” he says, giving a small smile. 

The operator just shrugs. “Okay.” 

Her brother and nephew get on next and she’s left standing there with the stranger. The kid peers over the edge at her. Likely to make sure she gets on. “Is he famous? Why’s he wearing his sunglasses?” Or maybe not. She sees her brother lean down to whisper something to him as she gets on. The man follows at a slower pace, feeling his way carefully. He folds up the cane as soon as he sits down. 

“They’re going to close the bar,” she says. “Might want to move your arms back.”

“Thanks,” he does as she suggests and she feels the cart sway as they’re locked in. 

“Ohhhh,” her nephew's voice echoes over to them. “Is he feeling delicate like mommy after her girls nights?”

The man next to her snorts, trying not to laugh. She sighs. “I’m sorry about him.” 

“Don’t be,” he tells her. “Kids are curious. It’s not a bad thing.” He pauses for a moment before offering her his hand. “I’m Matt.” 

She shakes his hand and gives him her name. The ride moves and she clutches the bar in front of her tightly. God, she hates these things. Especially when it keeps stopping, making the cart sway. 

“Are you okay?” Matt asks. “You seem…tense.” 

“Yes. No,” she admits. “I hate Ferris wheels.” 

He frowns slightly. “Then why get on one?”

“Because my nephew demanded it and I’m a sucker.” 

“You must love him very much.” 

“I do, even if he’s a pain in my ass. Takes after my brother that way.” 

“I take it that’s who’s with your nephew?” 

“Yeah. My sister-in-law is somewhere in the crowd. She’s hanging back with the more recent addition to their family which leaves me at the mercy of the kid’s whims.”

“You didn’t bring anyone?”

She looks at him and tries not to smile. “Oh, you’re smooth, huh?” 

He grins back. “I’ve been known to occasionally be.”

“Just occasionally?” 

“No comment.”

“Smart man.” 

The ride finally continues, going a little smoother now that it’s finally stopped letting people on and off. She still tries not to look at anything but her hands. Not that that works. Especially when she catches sight of the cart above her holding her nephew swinging more than it should be. 

“I swear to god if they break that thing I’m going to murder them,” she hisses under her breath. 

“I don’t think the jury would look favourably on the premeditation.”

She looks at the man sitting next to her. “Have a lot of experience with juries?”

“Not yet but I’m in law school.”

“Great. You can be my lawyer. Just plead insanity for me due to fear of heights.”

“I don’t think it works like that.”

“How can you be certain? You just said you haven’t graduated yet.”

He laughs at that. The cart lurches forward as the ride suddenly stops. Matt’s arm moves across her automatically, as if he’s trying to keep her in place. He pulls back once their cart steadies. 

“Oh my god.” Of course, they are at the top. She takes a deep breath, trying to relax. They’ll start moving soon. Then she’ll be off this godforsaken ride. “Why are we not moving?” 

“Looks to me like something got stuck.”

“WHAT?” She turns to him in alarm but he simply stares back, eyebrows raised. “Oh, right, sorry.”

“Auntie!” 

She peers over the edge carefully, trying not to move the cart. “What?” she yells down to her nephew. 

“Are you okay?”

“No!”

Something touches her arm and she jerks around to see Matt’s hand on her. “Hey,” he says softly. “It’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do,” he says with complete confidence. “They have people around for this. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be running. Here, take my hand.” He offers it to her.

She stares at it. “Now is not the time for your moves, lawyer man.”

He gives a soft laugh. “You’d know if I was making moves. Just take my hand. Give you something else to focus on.” 

She swallows tightly, trying to ignore the fact that they are stuck at the top of the ride and she already feels like she’s going to fall out of it. She takes his hand. His grip is firm and warm. 

“Now close your eyes.”

“You must be out of your mind.”

“Trust me. Close your eyes.” 

“I’m going to regret this,” she mutters but does as he asks. She still feels like she is going to fall and it feels a little worse because she couldn’t actually see anything. “I don’t know how you deal with this.”

“You get used to it.” His thumb starts stroking the back of her hand. “You feel me?”

“Kind of hard not to.”

“Good. Just listen to my voice, okay? Let the rest fade away and just focus on me.” 

She tries to. The more she tries, still feeling his hand in hers, the more she becomes aware of the warmth of him. Their thighs, elbows and shoulders are pressing against each other. She can smell what cologne he is wearing now that they are above the crowd. 

“The friend who volunteered me,” he starts talking, “is Foggy. He’s my roommate. Good guy, but I came here to help him out. He’s dating this girl. It was supposed to be a double date but the other one, she uh, didn’t show.”

“What a bitch.”

He snorts at that. “Can’t say I blame her. Not exactly a good place for a blind guy to show off.”

“I did wonder about that.”

The cart lurches again. She whimpers and her hand tightens on his. He doesn't let go. “It’s okay,” he says again. “So this girl,” he continues, “that my friend brought here? He’s had a crush on her for ages. Took Punjabi 101 for her.”

“Really?” That was a thing?

“Yeah. He’s trying it out. Don’t tell him I told you, but he’s terrible.” He whispers the last part. 

She laughs at that. “How do you know? You speak Punjabi too?”

“No, I took Spanish. I can tell from the way she tries to fix his pronunciation.” 

“Oh my god,” she laughs again. “Does she like him though?”

“I think so.”

“What about you?” she asks. Her eyes are still clenched tight. She doesn’t want to be reminded that she’s still stuck here. 

“Me? He won points since his sacrifice of me led me to you.”

“I thought you weren’t going to make moves?”

“I said you’d know if I did…and look at that.  You knew.”

“Alright, Casanova.” The ride starts again just enough to let people off. At least, she hopes they are. She opens her eyes. “You wanna get some funnel cake when we’re released from this death trap? My treat.”

“I like sweet things.” 

She laughs, relief settling in as they move again. “I think you should call me by my name for now. Work up to calling me ‘sweet thing’.”

“Sounds like a challenge.” 

“You up for it?”

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