#Carnie hall

[loudestcloud]

Has anyone found this?

I have been looking for it for ages but if you look up kellen goff and anything fnaf, you just get his Funtime stuff so its really hard. I tried Carnie hall and that also got me nowhere! I can guess what it is but i want to know, you know?

Also this

[iekeejkeek]

The red is coming for you!❤️🥩🎈🫀🧰🍓🍎

You know that blue is next 💙 >:)

[eros-sinclair]

Deep in his mountain palace, on the icy windswept planet of Alpha-Carnis-309 The Red King, a lesser god sits chained upon his throne. looming behind him his blackened swords "Comedy" and "Tragedy" serve as a grim warning and reminder of the countless slaughters caused by his hand.

The Obsession that dwells in these halls, and infects the hearts and minds of his subjects. Stone floors are stained red from the blood of betrayal, the insanity that drives them to kill their fellows. All for the affections of their beloved king, whose cold eyes show nothing but apathy. Love is not felt in this place.

[nineinch-nailgun]

I'm so sorry mimic enjoyers I got caught up in my ultrakill brainrot and forgot about yall.

for the sake of keeping everything together I'm going to re-upload the stuff I've already written on quotev first so this is just the first chapter lol.

Weird Pet pt. 1

You'd never really been one to worry too much about mimics or any of the vita carnis. You lived in a remote area, it's not like you get a ton of human flesh eating monsters at your door everyday. 

Well. That was until you saw the absolutely massive fleshy prick standing dead center of your bedroom, in the middle of trying to fold his arm up so he could get under your bed and wait to kill you in your sleep.

Naturally, this scares the shit out of you, and him as well. He wasn't expecting to be caught red-handed, or for you to stare at him that way. He didn't really seem to know what to do, until you took off running, that is. You sprinted off down your hall, adrenaline forcing your body forward as fast as your legs could carry you. You had to think fast, he was barreling after you, his gangly legs having little to no coordination, resulting in him slamming againsta wall or two. As you ran into the living room you thought quickly, grabbing the nearest object- a lamp- and smashing against the mimic's head. 

He was dazed momentarily, stumbling back and making a strange sound similar to a whine and a growl. He regained himself, stumbling after you and lunging around to try and get to you. You didn't even know how you were still on your feet, you'd managed to jerk away from him to this point, you needed a plan. Slowly, an idea formulated in your head. You moved quickly, stumbling out of the living room to the stairs, he chased you down into your basement, lunging as far as he could to reach you- only missing you by a little and slamming right into the bottom step. He scorpioned over the last step, his legs flying over his head. Part of you felt bad, he seemed kinda shitty at this whole 'chase and kill' thing. Although your empathy made it difficult, you decided to use this to your advantage.

You rush past him as he tried to scramble back up, he looked at you with a weird slackjawed look, he raced up the stairs after you, only to get a face full of door. You slammed the door and locked it shut, hearing a loud thud against it, accompanied by a sliding sound. You backed away, hearing the sound of ragged breathing, and then a frustrated grunt from the now imprisoned mimic.

A day had gone by since you'd captured the mimic, and you hadn't let it out, or called anyone.. your initial plan was to let it starve in your basement, but that just seemed cruel at this point. So you did some research on what tastes like human flesh (which made you absolutely certain you'd wind up on a government watch list) and found that ham was pretty close to human meat. "OK, so I'll just get him some ham... yeah... feed the mimic." you muttered out loud, debating with yourself over whether or not you actually should go and get food for the freaky fucker in your basement. Eventually you gave in, closing your front door behind you to go to the local convenience store. 

When you got home a pit had grown in your stomach, if you decided to take care of the mimic, you might get attached. So when it decides to eat you it won't just hurt physically but also emotionally. Whatever, feed it anyways. You take the ham, wrapped in plastic towards your basement door, unwrapping it so he wouldn't choke, and then staring at the door for roughly 2 minutes, still arguing with yourself over whether or not even opening the door was a good idea. Slowly, you twisted the door know, you couldn't see where he was- but you could hear him breathing. You threw the ham in and quickly slammed the door shut. You stayed there for a moment, wondering if he'd come and investigate or not. You heard some shuffling, but that was it.

[coldfanbou]

Confessing

Wonyoung fic time. I got nothing else to say; nothing rough going on here.

Length 2.3K

Wonyoung x Mreader

You sat in a cafe, waiting for your friend to show up. You bring your drink to your lips, taking a long drink; as you place it back down, you see Wonyoung take the seat across from you. "I'm sorry for being late. I know I'm the one that called you here, but I-I just had to make sure I was ready." She says. You notice the slight stutter she made. 

"Don't worry about it; I wasn't here that long." You reply. Wonyoung fiddles with her hands and keeps her head turned away from you. A deep-seated redness is coming across now. "Are you alright?" You ask while putting your hand on her forehead.

"I-I'm fine; I just need some water. I walked here really quickly." She says, finally looking at you. A waitress comes quickly afterward, taking her order. While you're waiting, you notice Wonyoung violently shaking her head. "So, are you ready for today?" She asks after as if she hadn't just done that. 

"Yeah, it's been a while since we've gone out. Did you have anything planned? You kept everything secret from me.

Wonyoung nods and pulls out two tickets. "I got us these. They're for the carnival. I thought it would be nice to go." Wonyoung rubs her arms as she looks away from you again. Her drink arrives, and the two of you continue to talk until you're ready to go to the carnival. 

At the carnival, Wonyoung gives the tickets to the man at the entrance, and you both walk through the large hallway leading to the carnival proper. The colorful lights in the hall paint the area. You glance at Wonyoung as she smiles with excitement. Coming out of the hall, you both notice the giant Ferris wheel in the back. "Do you want to ride it?" You ask Wonyoung. 

She shakes her head, "Maybe later. Let's just walk around for now." You look at the many stalls; some are games, others are food, and a couple sells clothes, among other items. Wonyoung doesn't seem very interested in most of the games until she happens upon a fishing one. A simple game where you're handed a fishing rod and have to try to get the lure into a fish's mouth. The robotic fish pop up and bite the air before opening their mouths and sinking.  They were different colors, indicating a specific prize type that you would get. You watch Wonyoung drift toward the stall; you follow her closely, wading through the crowd. 

"Would you like a try? The first one is free." The carny operating the stand says. Wonyoung nods; he hands her a fishing pole and explains the rules. Wonyoung's attempt could have gone better, as her lure lands between the fishes. She lets out a disappointed sigh. You pay the man for a few more tries.

"What prize do you want?" You whisper to Wonyoung. She points toward a large bread plush, a red tag. You try to stifle a laugh seeing that of all her options; she'd want a piece of bread. She whines at you for laughing, slapping your arm. You grab the fishing pole and throw it forward to gauge how it'll fly. You land in between the fishes, much like Wonyoung's attempt. Noticing that the lure was lighter than expected, you give it less power and narrowly miss the red fish. 

Wonyoung jumps in the air, "You nearly had it!" She yells as she smacks your arm. Visibly excited, Wonyoung starts pointing out where it might be easier. The red fishes are spread evenly except for the far left corner, where four red fishes sit beside each other. You take Wonyoung's advice and launch the lure into the far corner, smacking the fish. It had popped up and shut its mouth right before the lure got to it. Wonyoung squats down suddenly, holding onto the edge of the stall. She pokes her head over the edge, observing as you try again. You wait for the fish to start coming down to throw the lure. In what seems like a miracle, your toss was short and bounced off a closer fish into the mouth of a red fish just as it came up to bite. Wonyoung jumps up and screams before tossing herself at you. She holds you tightly as you celebrate your victory. "You did it!" She buries her head in your chest as she continues to hug you. The man gives you the bread plush and hands it to you. 

"Your girlfriend must really like bread." He says with a laugh. Wonyoung immediately pulls away from you, turning bright red. You smile at her and hand her the bread. She immediately uses it to cover her face. You thank the man before walking away from the stall, telling him to give your other plays to someone else. 

Wonyoung holds the bread to her chest. "Thank you," she says quietly. You pat her head.

"It’s no problem. I'm glad you like it." The two of you continued to walk around the carnival, eating food and getting on an occasional ride. As evening comes, you both get in line for the Ferris wheel. Once the ride begins, you look at the city skyline from the top of the Ferris wheel. Wonyoung looks at the floor nearly the entire time. "What's wrong Wonyoung?" You ask. She grips the edges of her skirt, gulping before she opens her mouth.

"Um… t-there's something I want to tell you." Wonyoung tries to meet your gaze but can't hold it. She puts up her bread plush as a barrier between you. "I-I…I like you." 

"I like you too." 

"N-no, I mean that I-I love you. As more than a friend." Wonyoung's grip on the plush tightens as she peers over it. "We've been friends since we were kids, but I've loved you for a long time. I-I wanted to…." She pauses for a moment. "I wanted to confess to you today. I wanted to do it here." 

"You just did." You respond.

"N-no, but it's not the same. I don't want to be hiding behind this." She says, motioning toward the plush. "I wanted to have you really look at me."

You reach out and forcefully take the plush from her. "Go ahead then." 

Wonyoung places her hands on her lap and looks down before collecting herself. She shakes slightly as she looks at you. "I've loved you for a really long time, but you were always out of reach. S-sometimes, I wanted to tell you, but you would be dating someone else. I-I want to be with you. S-so w-would y-y-you…" She tries to take a breath, and you see her struggling. 

You kneel in front of her and take her hands in your own. "It’s okay." You say, reassuring her.

"Would you be my boyfriend?" She asks. Wonyoung has her eyes closed tightly as if awaiting rejection.

"I'd love to."

She hesitantly opens her eyes. "Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Wonyoung, I've loved you for a long time, too, but you never showed any interest in me, so I thought maybe I should date others to get you off my mind. Hearing you say that, though, makes me really happy." Wonyoung nearly pushes you onto the floor as she hugs you with all her strength. She continues to spout on and on about how she loves you. She can't help but cry as you accept her love. Wonyoung refuses to let you go as you try to return to your seat. The Ferris wheel ends soon, and Wonyoung rushes to dry her tears before you both leave the carriage. The day becomes night, and it comes time to go home. You both get in your car as you ready yourself to drop her off. "I guess I'll drop you off at home."

"Can we- can I sleep with you tonight?" She asks shyly.

"What?" You say, slightly stunned at her words.

"I want to sleep with you." She replies with her words trailing off at the end. "I've waited a long time, and I want to sleep with you," Wonyoung says, mustering her courage. 

"Alright, we'll sleep together. It'll be our first night as a couple." Wonyoung smiles all the way home. The car ride was slightly filled with sexual tension. You hadn't expected Wonyoung to be so proactive as to say she wanted to sleep with you. You also hadn't fully registered what she wanted when you agreed. You couldn't say anything to her at this point and awkwardly drove the entire way home. When you arrived, you both sat in the car for a minute, unable to move.

Eventually, you were able to step out of the car. Wonyoung quickly followed.  You both wasted no time as you made your way to your bedroom. "S-so, I guess we should take our clothes off." 

"Y-yes, we should," Wonyoung responded with the same nervous voice. You both looked away from the other as you stripped down. "I-I can turn around when you do."

"Okay, we'll turn around on three. One, two, three!" You both turn around, covering yourself. "W-we should probably take our hands away." Wonyoung shyly nods, and you both slowly put your hands to the side. Your eyes make their way down Wonyoung's body. You get caught up at her legs, though, long, toned, and thick; you marvel at them. You slowly get hard as you think about Wonyoung's body. Wonyoung blushes as she watches your cock rise to full mast. 

She steps forward, "Can…can I touch it?" You nod. She seems mesmerized by it as her hand reaches out and grasps your cock. You moan as she touches it. A smile crosses Wonyoung's face; she's happy she can make you feel good. Wonyoung starts to stroke your cock; without any prior experience, she's doing a good job. Her pace is anything but consistent, though, as she sometimes goes from incredibly slow to very quick. You run your hands around her stomach before taking a breast in each hand. Your palms squeeze her soft flesh, drawing a moan from her. Wonyoung's tits were topped with tiny pink nipples; her areola wasn't much bigger. Taking her nipple between your forefinger and thumb, you pinch her nipples while massaging her breasts. You both moan from the pleasure you're experiencing. You lean down slightly, kissing Wonyoung. She returns the kiss with enthusiasm, not wanting it to end. While you're kissing her, her hands start to move quickly. Her palm rubs the head of your cock as you both moan into the kiss. 

You feel yourself getting close to your orgasm and your hips bucking automatically. Wonyoung feels your cock throbbing and sudden wetness as precum covers her hand. Your precum allows her to stroke your cock at a faster pace. "Wonyoung, I'm going to cum." You say to warn her. She continues to stroke your cock  at a quick pace until you cum in her hand. The warm liquid spurts onto her forearm and covers her hand. While you recover, Wonyoung stares at her cum-covered hand, mesmerized by it, before putting up to her mouth and licking it. The salty taste fills her mouth as she licks her hand clean. The sight makes you hard again. "Should we continue?" You ask her.

Wonyoung climbs onto your bed and lays on her back. Her hands go down to her shaven slit, and she spreads her lips for you. Her pink pussy is there for you to take in. "Please," she says, almost like she's pleading with you to do it. "I want you." She says quietly. You climb over her and align yourself with her. 

"Are you ready?" You ask before you do the deed. Wonyoung gives you a nod. You press against her entrance and push past her lips. You hear her gasp as you thrust inside her. You plant a kiss on Wonyoung's lips; her arms wrap around you as she keeps you there. Her walls caress your cock as you push deeper inside her.  Wonyoung moans into the kiss as you start to move inside her. Your hands grip her legs as you thrust into her. "Wonyoung, you're so tight." You moan into her ear as you thrust. Wonyoung's walls try to keep you inside her, clamping down on your cock. Her moans grow louder at your comments.

"You're so big," she groans. You're pounding her into the bed as you revel in the pleasure. Her legs keep you in place as you split her apart with every thrust. Wonyoung closes her eyes and moans; you watch the beauty before you enjoy herself as sweat begins to cover her body. Her hair becomes more of a mess with every thrust. You cup her cheek, and she opens her eyes; she meets your gaze.

"You're the most beautiful person in the world, Wonyoung. I love you." You groan as the pleasure starts to become too much. 

Wonyoung pushes her head up to kiss you. "I love you too." Wonyoung whines as she feels her climax coming. Her walls tighten around you as you continue to thrust. 

"I'm going to cum, Wonyoung. Let me go." 

"No, I want you to cum inside me. Please." You relent and slam your cock into Wonyoung again. You both shout as you reach your orgasm. Your semen fills Wonyoung. Her leg’s grip on you doesn't loosen; she keeps you in place as her cunt milks you for all of your cum. You watch Wonyoung's face drift into a pure orgasmic state as she feels you fill her womb with cum. After a few minutes, her legs finally release their hold over you. You stay buried inside her for a little longer before pulling out of her. You roll over onto your back, and Wonyoung moves to place her head on your chest. Cum leaks from her pussy onto her thighs as she uses her fingertip to trace something on your chest.

You put your arm around her head and kiss her forehead. "I love you," she says, her eyes trying to remain open as she slowly drifts off to sleep.

[sm-baby]

How do you think characters from carnival at would deal with og Caine?

(Sorry if this was asked already)

hehe I actually thought about this honestly... I had a cute little crossover episode idea where the Caines would switch.

OG Caine just floating around the halls, asking where he was, The AIs confused on where this new new AI came from when he was never in development... And quickly getting along with him. They were really baffled to see how much more powerful he was.

Caine: a world full of other wonderful AI! Why, I fit right in!

Pomni: this is w e ird

Caine does all sort of wonderful hijinks thats impresses them.

Meanwhile, in digital circus, everyone's gathered at the stage wondering where Caine went... Then suddenly-- "WHERE WHO WENT? :D" screaming, then see Carnival Caine behind them, feet on the ground, on a cutesy uniform.

Jax: Aghh Caineee.. is this some sort of new game?

Carn!Caine: New game? :Dc last I remembered I was already stuck in a video game!! Hahaha!!

Shinanigans ensue, they find it SO weird to find Caine act more human... They call him "good Caine"

Carni Pomni and OG Caine figure out how go return the Caine's back... Perhaps a quick interaction between the Pomni's while they hop from the different dimensions... And theyre back!

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

[TEEN AU] KND Villains Status

Finally! I present you the complete list of all KND villains (courtesy of the KND Wikia) and their current status in the Teen AU!

The statuses are the following:

❤️In Operation 🧡Given Up/Moved On 💛Retired 💚Change of Heart/Sides 💙Decommissioned 💜Deceased 🖤Unknown 🤍Replaced with new members/generation 🤎Still a menace

Let's go!!!

DCFDTL

Delightful Children From Down The Lane ❤️

Father🖤🤎

Grandfather 💙

Teenagers (now adults)

Cree Lincoln 🖤🤎

Chad Dickson 💚

Chuckie Cavallaro 🧡

Stacey 🧡💚

Teen Tornado 💛

The Steve ❤️🤎

Adult Supervillains

Al Sugarh 🧡

Bag-Headed Cashier ❤️

Bucket-Headed Usher 🧡

Cafe Employee 💚

Carny ❤️

Chef Pierre ❤️

Chester ❤️

Chewy and Gooey ❤️

Coach Wetterhahn ❤️

Common Cold ❤️ (let's be real, he's never going away)

Count Spankulot ❤️

Crazy Old Cat Lady 💛🤎

Cuppa Joe ❤️ (on the edge of giving up because of Nigel)

Dodgeball Wizard 💛

Farmer 💛

Gramma Stuffum ❤️

Grandma Lydia 💛🤎

Knightbrace ❤️

Madam Margaret 💜

Mega Mom & Destructo Dad 💛💚

Miss Goodwall 💜

Mr. Boss ❤️

Mr. Fizz ❤️

Mr. Frybingle 💛

Mr. Mogul 🖤

Mr. Wink & Mr. Fibb ❤️

Mr. Washer 💛

Nogoodnik 🧡💚

Nurse Claiborne ❤️

Nurse Jumbo 💛💚

Potty Mouth ❤️

Principal Sauerbraten ❤️

Principal Smelling 💛

Professor Bob 🖤

Professor Triple-Extra Large ❤️

Robin Food ❤️

Soccer Mom ❤️

Stickybeard ❤️

The Big Idea 🧡💚

The Great Puttinski ❤️

The Iguana 🖤

The Sheep Costume 🖤

Toiletnator ❤️

Truck Driver 💛🤎

Child VIllains

Baby Jackson 🧡💚

Ernest ❤️

Heinrich Von Marzipan 💛💚

Interesting Twins From Beneath The Mountain 💙

Jerry Rassic 💙

King Sandy 🖤

Margie 💙

Mushi Sanban ❤️

Negative Numbuh 4 ❤️

Numbuh 12 🖤

Numbuh 206 🖤

Numbuh 48 Flavors 💙

President Jimmy 🧡

Rowdy Hooligans From Across the Square ❤️(💙) 🤍

The Big Badolescent 💛🤎

Valerie 💙

Windsor ❤️

Willard Wallace 🧡

Groups and Organizations

Angry History Teachers 💛🤍

Ankle-Biters 🤍🤎

Candy Pirates ❤️

Cheese Ninjas 🧡

Clownarelli Family 🧡🤎

Couch Daves ❤️

Faculty 4 💛

Father's Ninja Army ❤️(💙)🤍

Gramma Stuffum's Food Army ❤️🤍

Hall Squad ❤️🤍

Ice Cream Men ❤️🤍

Knights of the Round Towel 🧡💚

Licorice Pirates 💚🤎

Nerd Zombies 🤍🤎

Parent Teacher Organization Of Eradicating Youngsters ❤️🤍

Preferred Villains Club ❤️

Professors ❤️🤍

Senior Citizen Squad 💛(💜)🤍🤎

Six-Gum Gang 🧡(💙)

Soda, Snacks and Treats Commission 🤍🤎

Spank-Happy Vampire Army 🖤

St. Rita's Preparatory School ❤️🤍

Teen Ninja Army ❤️🤍

The Bullies ❤️🤍

The Proper Patrol 💛🤎

[queer-ragnelle]

“Take it from an old carny, God conned us good. He took our money and took the prize, too. Oldest game there is.” Sir Dagonet still had one of the knives from the Great Hall and now he threw it spinning straight up into the darkness. Collum shied away but the Fool Knight picked it out of the air effortlessly. —The Bright Sword by Lev Grossman

[illwynd]

fave actually creepy or horrifying song

yes this is partially just a ploy to get people to tell me about more music for halloween playlists that isn't just Thriller or Monster Mash or Spooky Graveyard Party Ambient lol

NOT including stuff from the soundtrack of a horror movie or game, since that's too obvious

[manygeese]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63063532

thank you for giving me this ugly little link ao3! anyways valgrace carnival getting together fic let’s do this

A Magical Day at the Carnival

Leo’s life was starting to feel like a math problem. If the carnival had started at 6:00 PM, and Leo had gotten there 45 minutes after it started in a car going 60 miles an hour, and he had three stuffed animals he won from the ring toss but gave one to Piper, how screwed was he?

The answer was C: very.

Somehow, he had gotten dared by Piper to steal a prize from one of the carnies while he wasn’t looking, which he did with minimal assistance. Then, he dared Piper to attempt the rope ladder game, which he got a good laugh out of when she fell flat on her ass. She dared him to annihilate a little kid in the bumper car arena (easy), he dared her to ride the Gravitron without throwing up (apparently not so easy, judging by the way her face turned ten shades greener), she dared him to do this, he dared her to do that, so on and so forth until—

“I dare you to kiss Jason,” Piper ordered. She practically shoved her face into her cotton candy and came back with a tuft the size of an apple in her mouth, though it quickly dissolved. She dived right back in once it was gone.

Leo choked on his cherry popsicle. “What?”

“I—” she took another bite—“dare you—” she made eye contact with him over the fuzz of the candy—“to kiss Jason.” She stuck her tongue out at him, blue from the raspberry flavoring.

“Nuh uh. No way,” he sputtered, turning red not unlike his choice of sweet treat.

“The sun’s setting, the lights are dazzling, the stars are coming out,” Piper sighed dreamily. “It’s the perfect time to give Jason a big ol’ smooch.”

“No.”

“Right on the lips.”

“No.”

“Maybe a little tongue.”

“Ew.”

“I bet he’ll taste like Sprite.”

“Ugh, shut up,” he grumbled, burying his face in his free hand. The popsicle started to boil and evaporate in his other.

Piper laughed and tore another tuft from the cone. He watched her, trying to think of a counter dare, when he was struck with an idea. If there was a light bulb over his head, it would be a million watts. There would also be several hundred others next to it because they were arranged in one of those Broadway signs that read “IDIOT WITH A BIG FAT CRUSH.”

“I dare you,” he snarked, waving his rapidly deteriorating popsicle menacingly at her, “to kiss Reyna.”

She paused mid-chomp, sugar melting under her breath. She pulled back. “You’re serious?”

He nodded. “As the plague.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Pinky promise?” She asked, offering one of her sticky pinkies.

“Pinky promise.” He linked his pinky, covered in juice, with hers.

Piper smiled softly. “Speak of the devil.” She gestured to the space over Leo’s shoulder.

A large hand rested on his shoulder, accompanied by the feeling of a cool body sliding into the seat next to him. “Hi, guys,” Jason chirped.

Leo found himself grinning on instinct. He decided to ignore the smug look Piper was giving him. “Hey.”

Reyna sat, or maybe a better word would’ve been collapsed, next to Piper with a groan. “I’d like it if we could go back to camp now,” she grunted.

Jason huffed a laugh. “The hall of mirrors got the best of her,” he explained.

“It was very… confusing.”

“Confusing enough to make you run into the same mirror seven times?”

“Why else would I have done that, Grace? Nobody would choose to humiliate themselves in such a way.”

“Yeah. Looked like it hurt,” he sympathized, patting her hand. Leo wasn’t jealous, he just thought that Jason’s hand would look better over his than Reyna’s. That was it. Nothing else.

Deciding to be proactive for once in his life, he took Jason by the elbow and pointed to the carnival rides. “Before we go back to camp, can we go for a ride on the ferris wheel? It’s just, I wanted to earlier, but we got distracted by the games, and then we split up…” he trailed off, looking up through his eyelashes to Jason and harnessing his inner helpless baby bird.

Jason crumbled like a cliff in a rockslide, as always. He barely even said goodbye to Piper and Reyna before letting himself be dragged towards the ferris wheel.

The line was long, and unfortunately, that meant Leo had plenty of time to think. Of course, his thoughts were mostly useless, because that was just his luck.

I bet you could tug him down by his jacket collar super easily.

I bet his hair would be so soft against your fingers.

I bet he tastes like Sprite.

Once in a blue moon, a logical thought would pop up, something along the lines of no. Stop that. Just pay for your tickets and get on the damned ferris wheel.

They got a cramped car all to themselves. An excuse to press yourself against him. Ah, well. Looked like the train of thought had derailed again.

His eyes darted to the ground as they rose, and the lightbulb above his head lit up again. He pretended to startle, bumping into Jason and clinging to his arm like a pathetic octopus. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and suppressed the content smile forming on his face, twisting it into a grimace. “Ugh,” he said simply.

Jason’s cool hand came to rest on Leo’s, rubbing his thumb up and down on the back of it. “What’s wrong? Scared of heights?” There was a hint of laughter in his voice that Leo wasn’t quite sure he appreciated.

“Yes,” Leo lied, mumbling it into the blond’s jacket.

“But you and Festus are up in the air all the time.”

“That’s different. I don’t trust this ferris wheel like I do Festus.” He could feel his face heat up.

“But you let me take you for rides.”

“That’s different. You'd never let me fall,” was what Leo was tempted to say, but he filed it away in his mind cabinet as he tried to think of a more casual answer.

“What?” Jason asked.

Whoops. He must have said that out loud. Maybe he should jump out the side of the car so he would never have to talk to Jason again. As he eyeballed the distance from their location to the ground, however, Jason secured a death grip on both his hands. He blinked himself back to the present to find that Jason was staring right at him, gaze wide and doe-like. A nervous giggle nearly escaped out through his mouth, but he managed to disguise it as a whimper.

Jason softened. “Leo…”

The best and worst part of being a child of Hephaestus, Leo posited, was the innate ability to control any and all machines in his immediate vicinity. This came in handy when one was trying to make the door mechanisms on an elevator open (his first trip to Olympus had required that particular skill, as his little brother Harley was a little claustrophobic). It did not come in handy when one was, say, growing more anxious by the second whilst perched upon an extremely high-up, extremely mechanical ferris wheel.

Leo kicked his feet and focused on letting the wheel do its thing. Not making it go so fast that all of its occupants were catapulted out of it, not so slow that people would have to cannibalize each other in order to survive the duration of the ride. The metal floor beneath his feet taunted him and he entered a staring contest with it. “Uh,” he started. He didn’t even try to finish.

“It’s true,” Jason whispered.

Leo looked back up. “What’s true?”

“What you said. I wouldn’t let you fall.”

Feeling shy yet emboldened, Leo leaned forward. “You wouldn’t?”

Jason smiled gently, copying Leo’s movement, and fixed him with a stupidly charming gaze. “Yeah, no, I wouldn’t.”

The rapid thumping in his chest took a softer turn, like the cardiac arrest he was going into was draped in velvet and wrapped with a bow instead of, y’know, a plain and simple heart attack. He barely registered the car lurching to a halt under him as he drew closer to Jason, too distracted by the butterflies that were having a disco in his stomach to notice.

“Uh, Leo,” Jason breathed, reminding the boy in question of their close proximity (Leo didn’t mind. Leo did whatever the opposite of mind was), “the ferris wheel’s stopped.”

“Oh,” Leo responded, eyes straying from Jason’s and ending up embarrassingly honed onto the other’s lips, “it has, hasn’t it?”

“Seems like it,” Jason confirmed as his hands removed themselves from Leo’s. They went to hover in the air around his hips, only meeting the fabric of Leo’s shirt when warm hands guided them there.

Still staring at the blond’s lips, Leo looped his arms around Jason’s neck and scooted further into his bubble. “Can I…” he trailed off, focus momentarily ripped away from the moment by the ferris wheel operator’s frustrated calls for the ride technician. “Can I kiss you?”

Jason smiled, and Leo smiled because Jason smiled, and he leaned in, and so did Leo, and all of a sudden Leo felt a deep gratitude towards Piper because she had dared him to do this instead of something stupid like eat the gum he found on the underside of a picnic table, and then he wasn’t even thinking anymore because Jason’s lips were on his and everything was right in the world.

Leo got lost in the feeling of it like he was Theseus in the labyrinth, only he didn’t want any of Ariadne’s lame ass yarn to find his way out of it. He was vaguely aware of the equally lame ass noises escaping his mouth, but who in the hell cared? He was kissing Jason and Jason was kissing him.

When Jason opened his mouth ever so slightly and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, Leo resisted the urge to squeal like a schoolgirl and tried to play it cool. Even as one of his hands drifted down to Jason’s jacket collar and pulled him further down. Even as his other hand buried itself in the blond’s hair and savored the feeling of it against his fingertips. Even as he noticed that Jason kinda sorta tasted like Sprite.

An undignified yelp was brought out of Jason's mouth as they were both thrown to the floor of the car. The ferris wheel stopped spinning as soon as it had jolted back to life, no doubt a symptom of Leo’s giddiness. “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” Leo exclaimed as he sat up, hanging his head and covering his face in shame. “I got… carried away, I guess.”

Jason rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. “Was it really that good?”

Leo rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at Jason. “Ugh. Was it really that good, he says. Do you even hear yourself? Yes, it was really that good, dumbass. Why else do you think I’m struggling to control a whole entire ferris wheel because of it? Because it was bad? I literally don’t think it’s physically possible for you to be a bad kisser when your dad is, like, the god of all things kinky.”

Jason barked out a surprised laugh and shuffled closer to him on the floor. Leo blushed when he felt the blond press a kiss to his cheek and grab his hand. He felt Jason’s skin buzzing with static and (totally not for a reason relating to a certain lovestruck son of Hephaestus) the ferris wheel started spinning again. And if it was a little faster than normal, blame it on whoever was the god of carnival attractions, okay? Maybe they had gotten a few more offerings than normal.

And if Leo shot a quick thank you to Piper’s mom as their car descended, blame it on the fact that Jason had a very nice voice and had decided to use it to ask Leo to be his boyfriend.

And if Leo’s face got so red that Jason had to ask if he was okay, blame it on the immediate mortification that washed over him after his all too eager affirmative answer.

They exited the ferris wheel at the bottom holding hands. Leo had to will himself to keep walking like a normal person instead of skipping around like a whimsical little idiot in his own little world made of rainbows and cupcakes. He settled for smiling a goofy smile to himself.

Piper and Reyna were sitting at the same picnic table they had been before, but this time, Reyna was wielding a few giant pink heart balloons. Leo made eye contact with Piper who was reapplying her lip gloss in a pocket mirror.

Piper raised her eyebrow at him.

Leo raised an eyebrow right back.

She popped her lips and gestured with her head to Reyna beside her. Only then did he notice the smudged gloss on her mouth. He grinned.

He pointedly placed an arm on the crook of Jason’s elbow, posing like a married couple in their annual Christmas card. She nodded approvingly.

They strolled up to the picnic table, not sitting down, just lingering. Jason swung their joined hands back and forth and Leo’s heart did a gymnastics routine in his chest. “Did y’all have fun?” Leo asked in place of a greeting.

“I’d say so,” Piper said as she smirked. Reyna turned a couple shades redder, but her smile was fond. “We stopped by the funnel cake stand and took the carousel for a spin.”

“Sounds fun,” Jason commented. “Me and Leo rode on the ferris wheel. We ran into a little—” he delivered a cheeky squeeze to Leo’s hand—“technical difficulty, that’s why we’re a little late. Are we ready to head back to camp now?”

“No!” Reyna blurted. “I mean, no. I wanted to try the, um…” her head swiveled as she searched for a random attraction to feign interest in. “The high striker?”

Leo noticed the amused look Jason gave her. Not because he was staring or anything.

Okay, yeah, he was staring. Sue him.

He was just imagining the next time he’d get to kiss his best friend turned crush turned boyfriend, and the time after that, and the time after that, and the—

“What are you staring at?” Jason asked, turning his amused look on Leo. Traitor.

Leo grinned and giggled to himself. “Oh, nothing.”

[clefdrak1]

Introduction 🗣🗣🗣

My name is Steven, but I go by Birdie sometimes

Uuhhh, I'm autistic and my special interest is the scp Foundation (favorite researcher is Alto Clef because i find him very relatable)

I also have adhd so tone tags are appreciated, lol

My favorite ship is clefdraki (don't jump me pls)

I'm unlabeled, asexual, t4t, and transgender ftm

Pronouns are it/he

Uuuuhhh, I have a few OCs I might post, but my art isn't very good, so that's a big maybe...

Other fandoms I'm in are: Mouthwashing, Saw (movie series), Murder house, blood wash, mlp, sonic, aib, aouad, sweetooth, will wood, tally hall, Sally face, dr nowhere, vita carnis, Mandela catalog and pretty much any other horror media/analog horror.

I accidentally added this photo, and it won't delete

[kennysbirthday]

Vertigo

A Cot3 travelling circus au, with a touch of magic ✨ (Written for the Lockwood & Co. Big Bang 2023/2024!)

The living and the dead have always spoken equally to Lucy, and she doesn’t know where to focus any more. When disaster strikes at Jacob’s Travelling Circus, Lucy flees to London. There, she stumbles upon the world famous Fairfax Carnival, and falls back on an old con that her mother made her do as a child; swindling punters as a fake psychic. Lucy is content to blend into the background and be just another carnie, but when Annabel Ward, the trapeze star, disappears overnight, Lucy is forced into the spotlight in to a role she told herself she’d never do again. Add to that Lockwood's unhappiness about her getting a star act over him, and stopping the inspector investigating Annabel’s disappearance ratting her whereabouts to Jacobs; Lucy’s too distracted to even notice that the voices in her head are leading her right to the heart of the problem. She can’t ignore the signs forever, and when the mysterious figure lurking inside her crystal ball starts giving warnings about George and the Carnival’s secretary, Joplin, she and Lockwood must work together to figure out the dark secret behind the carnival’s popular attraction; the Hall Of Mirrors.

Welp, it's here, my fic posting day!! Chapter one is up, and the remainder of the fic will follow very soon (when work and health issues stop kicking my ass this week)

I want to give an absolutely massive shoutout to my teammates, @radishwizard and @ayeaye-capn. You two have both figuratively and literally been my rocks thoughout all of this. Without you two, this fic would not be possible. Thank you 💕🎪✨ The lovely tent illustration is what you'll see at the top of every chapter on ao3 with the chapter number, and was made by Radish, who also made a spectacular poster for the Fairfax Carnival!

And as always, all the love towards the organisers of @lockwoodandcobigbang2023, whout whom this event wouldn't have been possible. As I've mentioned in my art posts, you guys dragged me kicking and screaming out of an art *and* writing block, and I'll forever be grateful for that 💕

To anyone reading this; feel free to come yell in my dm's with me about this fic if you so wish. I've put so much love into creating this au and world, and I'm so excited to share it with y'all. I hope you all like this weird, niche, and oddly specific au as much as I do!!

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Daniel Hampton at Raw Story:

New video shows an Ohio Republican Senate candidate laughing as he questions women who say they plan to vote based on candidates' stances on abortion rights. Bernie Moreno was recorded on video Friday at a town hall in Warren County, Ohio, in which he slammed suburban women who say abortion access will define how they vote, NBC4i reported. "You know the left has a lot of single-issue voters," Moreno in the clip. Sadly, by the way, there’s a lot of suburban women, a lot of suburban women that are like, ‘Listen, abortion is it. If I can’t have an abortion in this country whenever I want, I will vote for anybody else.’ … OK, little crazy by the way, but — especially for women that are like past 50 — I’m thinking to myself, ‘I don’t think that’s an issue for you.'”

#OHSen Republican nominee Bernie Moreno callously dismisses women over 50 by telling them that “I don’t think that’s an issue for you” regarding abortion.

Ohio’s voters should do the right thing by re-electing incumbent Sherrod Brown (D) and deny this sexist carny a seat in the Senate!

[lockwood-fic-recs]

Vertigo

by kennys_birthday on ao3

Rating: T | Category: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi | Relationship: Lockwood/Lucy/George

The living and the dead have always spoken equally to Lucy, and she doesn’t know where to focus any more.

When disaster strikes at Jacob’s Travelling Circus, Lucy flees to London, where she stumbles upon the world famous Fairfax Carnival and falls back on an old con that her mother made her do as a child; swindling punters as a fake psychic.

Lucy is content to blend into the background and be just another carnie, but when Annabel Ward, the trapeze star, disappears overnight, Lucy is forced into the spotlight in a role she told herself she’d never do again. Add to that Lockwood's unhappiness about her getting a star act over him, and stopping the inspector investigating Annabel’s disappearance ratting her whereabouts to Jacobs; Lucy’s too distracted to even notice that the voices in her head are leading her right to the heart of the problem.

She can’t ignore the signs forever, and when the mysterious figure lurking inside her crystal ball starts giving warnings about George and the Carnival’s secretary, Joplin, she and Lockwood must work together to figure out the dark secret behind the carnival’s popular attraction; the Hall Of Mirrors.

(A CoT3 travelling circus au with a touch of magic)

[changeng]

Supernatural dramatic series "Purgatory, Missouri" premiering on March 18th, starring Dave Foley and Mindy Sterling

Hi Everyone! I have a new 7-episode audio drama premiering TODAY 3/18 at 8 am. It stars Dave Foley (Kids in the Hall, Fargo) and Mindy Sterling (Austin Powers, The Goldbergs). This is my first series, and it's been a labor of love that has attracted an incredible cast of 10 actors. "Purgatory, Missouri" was inspired by my childhood epilepsy and my near death experience as a teenager. In Purgatory Missouri, an epileptic woman falls into a coma and finds herself in a decaying carnival, surrounded by Carnies and people who wander in panic recalling their sad (sometimes funny) last moments. Everyone slowly loses their memories of who they were and discover their basic human instincts while trying to find a way out. It is based on the 3 (soon to be 4) Dark Americana albums we have released in the last four years. It's dark, disturbing, funny and suspenseful. Please give it a try and hit subscribe wherever you listen to audio dramas. Cast interviews will also be uploaded as time goes on. You can find more information here - https://www.stuartpearsonmusic.com/purgatory-missouri

[karatekels]

All’s Fair: Chapter 3

Happy Halloween, everybody! I hope you enjoy the tricks and treats that this dark and twisty Terry provides in this chapter...

Previous Parts:

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

TW: Teasing, coercion, gaslighting, threats, violence, PTSD being triggered, dubcon, probably noncon if we're being honest, groping, fingering, graphic sex, Terry Silver being manipulative and hot about it

Terry’s POV:

Terry is over the moon with what you have allowed him to get away with tonight. He leads you out of the Hall of Mirrors gently, rubbing his thumb in reassuring circles on your skin as he holds your hand; he has to make sure you aren’t going to be overwhelmed by the experience after the fact. You seem shaky, and shy, but overall you’re glowing with satisfaction and an endearing sense of pride, like you had overcome a significant obstacle. He supposes, in a way, you have. Hopefully the mind-blowing orgasm courtesy of yours-truly has knocked away a significant chunk of your remaining anxieties and hesitation about going all the way tonight. It would make things easier for him, at any rate.

As you walk through the fair you enter a path lined by booths largely filled with other couples, the people staffing them outright heckling the men walking through with their girlfriends and intimidating them into paying for a chance to win their partner a plush toy. It’s clearly a cash grab; he can spot some of the illusions set up to trick people from here, and appreciates the hustle.

“Hey hey, Big Man! How ‘bout you come on over and try to win something for that lovely lady of yours?” a man throws out, trying to bait him.

He can appreciate a hustle, but not at his expense.

Terry immediately starts to steer you both towards the booth, but you squeeze his hand to try to stop him.

“Just ignore him, Terry. Those games are all rigged anyway,” you say with a roll of your eyes directed at the man goading them from his booth.

“It’ll only take a minute,” he tells you with confidence, pulling you into his side as he walks over. Do you really still underestimate him this much?

He hands a couple bills to the carnie in exchange for a few balls that feel like they’re from a billiards table.

“So, what? I just throw these at some bottles?” he asks skeptically.

“That’s right,” the man says with a broad grin that Terry sees right through.

“How can I be sure that the bottles aren’t attached to the table?” he asks with an innocent smile. The carnie lifts a bottle up to demonstrate, and Terry shakes his head.

“Why don’t you let me back there to see for myself?” he asks with a soft, dangerous voice that has the other man paling slightly, before his eyes turn to land on you with a slight smirk.

“No dice, buddy. I could let the lady back here with me on your behalf,” he offers, raising a challenging eyebrow. Terry is not concerned for a minute about letting you near this man. He is certain of your loyalty and devotion to him, and doesn’t think that the man is stupid enough to try to lay a finger on you in his presence.

Still, he plays up his insecurities, pulling you close and laying a kiss on your lips before releasing you.

“Whaddaya say, doll?” he asks you, giving you your favourite lopsided grin. “Want to go check that everything’s on the up-and-up for me?”

You give him a shy smile and a nod, moving away from him and slipping into the back of the booth as the carnie lifts the counter up on its hinge, closing it after you.

“You want me to lift them all?” you ask Terry, paying no mind to the man next to you, he notes with satisfaction as he nods at you.

“You can touch anything you want back here, doll,” the carnie says in a husky voice, leering at your back as he repeats one of Terry’s petnames for you.

He’ll be out of a job by this time tomorrow.

He watches you pick up all the bottles individually before you restack them, nodding with approval and nimbly hopping over the counter and back to him, tucking yourself into his side immediately. Yes, you are most assuredly his now.

“There’s no magnets or anything, but they’re all weighted at the bottom,” you report back to him, wrapping your arms around his middle as you turn to look at the carnie, your face unimpressed.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he purrs at you with affection, kissing your cheek. Taking a step away from you, he fires off two balls in quick succession, aiming for the bottoms of the bottles that formed the base of the pyramid, sending them all toppling over. You hop up and down, clapping for him while the other man scowls.

“We’ll take the big snake,” you tell the carnie with a cheeky smile, pointing to a large red and yellow plushie that hung across the ceiling of the booth. “For Cobra Kai!” you announce to Terry, raising your fist in the air as you both watch the man struggle to take the toy off of its hooks. He kisses the top of your head, charmed as always by your sweetness. He hopes it doesn’t disappear along with the loss of your innocence after tonight.

Terry takes the gigantic toy from the man, draping it over your shoulders; it’s still close to dragging on the ground as you walk away from the games.

“Well, it’s getting late, babygirl, and I doubt that they’ll let us take your new friend with us on rides. Is there anything else you want to do before we go home?” he asks, wondering if you’ll pick up on his wording. You’ll both be going to his home tonight.

“Can we do the ferris wheel?” you ask, looking up at him with wide eyes and a hopeful smile. Of course he’ll indulge you; you’ll be doing the same for him tonight, spread out on his sheets and giving yourself to him.

“That sounds great, babygirl. Let’s go,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and mirroring the snake across your shoulders. With his free hand he pulls out his mobile phone, calling the chauffeur while you lead them to the line for the ride. He has a quick conversation with the man, who assures Terry that he is on his way, and hangs up as you approach the line.

“Larry is going to come and take this –” he squeezes the snake lightly with a large hand.

“Kiai,” you interrupt him, and he raises an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“His name is Kiai, I’ve just decided,” you inform him seriously, and he gives you an indulgent smile.

“Alright then, Larry is coming to take Kiai back to the car while we go on the ride. Why don’t you go wait for him by the entrance while I hold our place in line?” Terry suggests, his face giving nothing away. You beam up at him, and immediately head off to give your silly toy to the driver.

The moment that your back is turned, Terry walks to the front of the line to speak to the ride’s operator, ignoring the grumbling of complaints behind him.

“Sir, you’ll need to wait at the back of the –” the man starts to tell him in an exasperated voice, but Terry wraps a friendly arm around his shoulders, leaning down to speak with him privately, a wad of bills clenched in one fist.

“I’m not here to cut the line,” Terry informs him smoothly, feeling the man tense under his arm. “I want you to keep anyone else from getting on this thing after me and my girl, and I want you to keep us at the top for… about a half hour or so.”

The man looks about to protest, so he flashes the cash in his hand at the man, whose jaw quickly snaps shut.

“Tell them the ride is broken, closed, whatever – I don’t care. But we’re on that ride alone and at the top for a half hour, got it?”

The man nods mutely at him, and Terry gives him an approving pat on the shoulder, stuffing the money into his front shirt pocket before turning and heading back to the line without another word. You rejoin him several minutes later, sans-snake, and before long the two of you are seated in the ride, which slowly makes its way around until the two of you are perched at the very top, overlooking the fair grounds.

Time to see what else he can get out of you.

Reader’s POV:

The top of the ferris wheel is the perfect time and place to tell Terry that you love him. Sure, it’s a cliché, but seeing as you feel the way people only do in cheesy romantic comedies, it seems all the more appropriate.

Just as you approach the top, the ride stops, your pod swaying slightly. What an odd coincidence… but maybe perfect for what you want to do.

“I’m sure that it’ll start moving again in a minute,” you tell Terry reassuringly, though you’re not sure why. Not wanting to miss this golden opportunity, you take a deep breath, turning sideways to face him. He cocks his head to the side, surveying you with interest, and you bite your lip.

“Is everything okay, babygirl?” he asks, his eyes bright with concern as he takes your hand in his own. He was so kind and considerate…

“Everything is wonderful, Terry,” you tell him, squeezing his hand as you slide closer to him. “These past few months have been beyond my wildest dreams; I never thought that I would ever be with someone as incredible as you. You’ve been so kind, and patient, and considerate, and I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it, but… I love you, Terry.”

There’s a brief moment of silence before Terry gives you a dazzling smile that takes your breath away, sliding towards you and pinning you against the side of the ride. You feel your heart thudding in your chest as he cradles your face in his large hands, staring down at you like you’re the only thing in the world to him. He bends down to connect his lips with yours, kissing you so passionately that you feel dizzy, your breath coming in short little gasps against his mouth as you try to stave off the feeling of a headrush.

“Y/N, my sweet girl,” he purrs against your lips, clutching you to him firmly. He’d been a lot more insistent with his need for physical touch today, not that you mind. He had been right, after all; you needed him to give you that little push outside of your comfort zone to help you realize that you were okay with all of the sexual things that had you feeling nervous.

With that in mind, you let him have his way with you, running his hands along your body beneath his jacket and kissing down your neck. You feel his tongue tracing patterns down your neck and across your collarbone, and take a deep breath, relaxing and trying to convert your anxieties into excitement. He made you feel so good…

There’s a series of loud pops, and the night sky erupts in bright colours as fireworks are set off above the funfair.

Terry completely freezes, his hands squeezing your waist tightly and not letting up for you to breathe. You try to lift his face from the crook of your neck but are unable to get him to budge as the banging continues all around you.

“Terry?” you ask quietly, your mouth dry. What is going on? “Terry?!”

He lets out a hot burst of air against your skin as he marginally comes back to himself; enough to start breathing again, at least.

“God damnit. God damnit!” he hisses, pushing away from you and sliding to the other side of the seat. He’s staring straight ahead, but you don’t get the sense that he’s seeing what’s in front of him.

“Terry, what is it? What’s wrong?” you ask, trying to keep your voice calm, though inside you’re panicking.

“The fireworks,” he says curtly, still not looking at you. “They take me back to a time and place that I don’t want to think about again.”

Your heart leaps into your throat, choking you. Of course, the war. The fireworks must be triggering his PTSD.

Cautiously, you move towards him on the bench, not wanting to spook him.

“Okay, Terry,” you say in a clear but soothing voice, slowly reaching out to place a hand over one of his – both were currently gripping the railing that surrounded them tightly. “It’s okay. I’ll try to flag someone down and see if they can get us back to the ground,” you say, moving to lean over the railing, but he pulls you back from the edge firmly.

“No,” he snarls, pulling you into him and wrapping his long limbs against you, as though to shield you from some nonexistent danger. “Don’t yell,” he orders you, and you nod, not even wanting to risk speaking for the moment, simply stroking whatever parts of him your hands can reach.

“How can I help you, Terry?” you ask quietly after a moment. “I’ll do anything I can.”

Terry is quiet for a moment, considering the question. You hope that there’s something you can do to ease his suffering…

“Distract me.” He looks directly into your eyes with a tense, pained expression on his face, and you think back to the drive over here where you had tried to distract him from looking out the window. Biting your tongue, you slip out of his jacket, leaving it on your side of the bench and slowly moving to climb onto his lap, straddling him and twining your arms around his neck. Hesitantly, you lower yourself onto him, rolling your hips against him. Was this even going to help?

Terry’s hands come around your hips to your butt, squeezing it as he guides your body into repeating the motion, so you assume that it is helping.

“Focus on me, Terry,” you whisper in his ear in a breathless voice, feeling strangely exhilarated and not nearly as nervous or self-conscious as you had anticipated. “Let me make you feel good, and focus on that.”

With his hands guiding your hips, you start to grind against him, giving him a lap dance and peppering his face his kisses, cooing sweet nothings at him and doing your best to take his mind off of everything. Gradually, Terry loosens up beneath you, looking up into your eyes with an overwhelming degree of reverence, and his hands slide up your body.

He pulls you further against his chest, getting rougher with his hands kneading your flesh, his lips claiming yours in a ferocious kiss, like he was trying to consume you.

“My Y/N, my girl, my sweet thing, all mine,” he mutters to himself in a hoarse voice as he distracts himself with your body, and you can’t say that you’re upset with the treatment, though you wish it was under better circumstances.

Another round of fireworks goes off, and he grabs the neckline of your dress, tearing it down the middle and baring your chest, with only your bra between you. He immediately buries his face between your breasts, his hands at your back keeping you in place, as though he’s trying to hide away from everything. You run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp with your fingernails, humming something between a song and a moan as you sit perched on his lap. After an indeterminate amount of time, you conclude that the fireworks have stopped.

“I think it’s over, Terry,” you tell him softly, laying a kiss to his temple before leaning back, moving to retake your seat beside him.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” he asks firmly, his grip tightening on your waist as you try to climb off of him. His eyes are dark and focused on yours, but they still have an odd bright sheen to them.

“I… I thought…” you stammer, unsure of exactly what to say. Did he need to be distracted after the noises had stopped? For how long? You couldn’t very well stay on his lap like this, in public no less. “I thought you were doing better,” you say carefully, not wanting to offend him.

“Oh, sweetheart, I am,” he croons up at you, his hands still locked in their grip on your waist. “But I’m not done with you yet,” he says darkly, giving you a slightly wicked smile.

You start to fidget and squirm on his lap, trying to get out of this tactfully, clutching your torn dress to your chest to cover yourself.

“We’re in public, Terry. There are children around…” you trail off weakly.

“Not up here there aren’t.”

“I’m sure the ride will be moving soon; we shouldn’t risk it,” you say with more confidence, and he chuckles, the sound cold and hollow.

“You go to all this trouble for me tonight and then act like you don’t want it?” he hisses at you, lifting you off his lap and turning you around. You think maybe he’ll resettle you between his legs in a (marginally) more appropriate position, but instead he bends you slightly over the railing keeping you in the pod. You start to feel dizzy as you look down at the world far below you, and instinctively back up into him. Without warning, Terry lightly kicks your feet out from under you, keeping you secure with an arm around your waist, the other clamped over your mouth and nose to mask your scream of terror.

“Exhilarating, isn’t it?” he purrs in your ear, keeping you tightly against him. “That’s what it’s going to feel like when I take you, Y/N, when I make you mine,” he growls, reaching a hand up under your skirt to your underwear, still damp from the orgasm he’d given you in the Hall of Mirrors. “You want to be mine, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes,” you gasp, still trying to worm your way out of his grip, but he’s got you just where he wants you. “But not here, not now!”

“This is what people do when they’re in love. You love me, don’t you?” he asks, seeming hurt at the mere insinuation that you don’t.

“I do, Terry, of course I do,” you tell him quickly, wanting to ease his worries, and he kisses your cheek, his hand tugging your underwear down your legs. Once they get to your knees, he tugs them, pulling you backwards with them until you’re sitting on the bench, letting him fully remove your underwear. He pockets them, giving you a wink, and you feel your face flush scarlet.

“Losing your virginity on a ferris wheel is pretty unique, just like you,” he teases, and you clamp your legs together more tightly, as though that would put an end to this discussion. “I want to make your first time something special,” he coaxes, bending down to stare into your eyes. “And then I’ll take you back to my place and treat you like a queen, like you deserve, okay?”

You don’t want to have sex for the first time in public, on a carnival ride; you’re not sure if you’re ready to have sex at all. You have done so much with Terry just in the past couple of hours that you had never done before, and it’s very overwhelming to you. Still, everything that he had pushed for tonight had you feeling amazing, and you don’t regret it… why does your brain always have to make things so muddled and complicated?

You shirk away from him reflexively as he leans down towards you, and a wounded look crosses his features.

“No, Terry, I didn’t mean to,” you say apologetically, wanting to keep him calm and happy. You always want him to be happy. “It was just a reflex, I’m sorry. I’m just nervous about all of this.”

“But you love me, you trust me, right?” he asks you fiercely, his voice hoarse, and you nod immediately.

“I do, Terry. Of course I do,” you tell him, repeating your words from earlier. He just needs reassurance, especially after his episode; the least you can do is make your feelings and devotion to him clear.

“Let me do this for you, baby,” he implores you in a desperate, needy voice. “Come sit on my lap again, and we’ll go at your pace.”

He sits down on his jacket across from you, giving you a warm smile and patting his thigh encouragingly. Timidly, you slide down the bench again and climb back on top of him. You’re standing on your knees, too nervous to fully sit on him, and he takes the opportunity to reach below you to unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper, lifting his hips slightly to pull out his hard cock. Immediately, your breath starts coming hard and fast in your panic, and Terry shushes you softly, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hipbones.

“Why don’t you give me another little lapdance, babygirl?” he asks, kissing your mouth firmly. “Get yourself used to the feel of me. It’ll help,” he coaxes. You start to look down, but he catches you with a finger under your chin, keeping your face up and your eyes looking into his.

“Don’t look down, sweetheart. Trust me,” he says with a slight chuckle.

“Why not?” you ask him shyly, biting your lip in concern.

“I don’t want you to panic, but let’s just say that I’m rather… proportionate,” he explains vaguely, but you get the gist. “I don’t want you to lose your nerve.”

Still nibbling your lip, you force yourself to lower your body onto his lap, jumping when you first feel him prodding your inner thigh. His cock is hard and warm, but the skin is incredibly soft, and you want to feel more. As you move your body around his length, you slowly start to map out just how large he is.

“You’re so big,” you whimper, your fingernails digging into his shoulders in your apprehension. “Terry, I… there’s no way.”

“I’ll fit, baby, I promise,” he swears, slipping his hands underneath your skirt and trailing them up your legs. “We’re meant to be together, right?” he says with a charming smile. “Let me help you,” he coos, running a hand up to your pussy and teasing your clit with a finger. You buck your hips, feeling yourself getting wetter, and he hums in approval, guiding you to lean on his shoulder.

“That’s right, just let me take care of you,” he hums encouragingly in your ear, coating two of his fingers in your slick juices before slipping one inside of you, this time as deep as he can go. You claw at his back, whining and mewling incoherently as you force yourself to stay still on his lap. He teases you with one finger, then two until you’re grinding your hips against his hand needily.

“Now, just relax baby, and let me in,” he murmurs coaxingly, removing his fingers and wrapping them around the base of his cock, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Terry wait, I –” you protest, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but he snarls, reversing your positions and pinning you against the back of the seat in one quick movement that makes you gasp.

“No,” he tells you in a soft, dangerous voice. “No, I’ve been patient for long enough. You’ve enjoyed everything that we’ve done tonight, and you want more; I know you do.” You shudder at his words and his tone, unable to close your legs as he holds them open, his hands grabbing your knees.

“And I’m going to give it to you, baby. Because you deserve it,” he says in a sweet voice that stands in stark contrast to what he just sounded like. Bending over you, he lays you on an angle along the bench, your head and most of your body on his jacket, lifting your legs up to wrap around his waist. You’re shaking like a leaf, your fingers bunched in the fabric of his jacket, and he leans over you, stroking the side of your face with the back of his hand gently.

You relax against him, and he takes the opportunity to thrust into you, the first few inches of his cock disappearing into your tight, wet heat. You feel like he’s knocked the breath out of you.

“T-Terry!” you cry out, still trying to be relatively quiet. “It’s too much!” you insist, tears leaking from your eyes.

“It gets better baby,” he promises, all bright eyes and a wide smile. He pulls out slightly before thrusting his hips forward again, moving deeper inside you, and you keen loudly. He slaps a hand over your mouth to quiet your screams, shushing you as he continues to open you up with his hard cock.

“I could be making you scream for me, so loud that the entire park would know that you’re up here getting the fucking of your life, but I wouldn’t do that to you, doll. You’re my sweet girl, and your pleasure belongs to me. Now let me have it.”

You’re not sure what Terry is feeling right now; if he’s still in the throes of a PTSD episode or if he’s angry at himself, feeling like he was weak or vulnerable because of his trigger response. Either way, you can’t exactly fault him for something so completely out of his control.

You are sure that deep down, he doesn’t want to hurt you, that he just needs to feel close and come back to himself through you. And you love him; surely this was the least you could do after everything he had done for you with your own mental health issues? It would probably feel good, if you loosen up and get into it. So that’s exactly what you try and force yourself to do, laying back obediently and digging your fingernails into your palms, trying to keep the rest of your body relaxed.

Terry fully makes his way inside of you after a minute or so, and you’re glad he told you not to look at him, because there’s no way you would’ve let this inside you if you had known what you were in for. He stills his hips, removing his hand from over top of your mouth and lightly brushing away your tears with a finger, looking down at you with an elated expression.

“You did it, babygirl. You took all of me,” he tells you in a pleased voice, stroking your cheek before moving his hand down to your chest, tugging at your bra until your breasts spill out. He licks his lips. “Now, I’m going to give you something you want in return…” he trails off, grinding his hips in a circle to help you adjust to the ache his intrusion is causing, while his hands move to distract you from the pain, just as you had done for him during the fireworks.

He first moves to your breasts, kneading them in circles, his long fingers plucking and pinching your nipples and causing little jolts of pleasure to run from them down to your belly and your clit. The sensation has you rocking your hips slightly, and you moan at the feeling. Terry looks down at you with a cocky, predatory smile, increasing the speed and intensity of his teasing, which in turn makes you move more in response.

“See, sweetheart? I know how to make you feel good, no matter what’s going on in that silly little head of yours. It’s my job to take care of you, to please you, just like you’ll do for me,” he tells you with a serene smile, and his words just make so much sense in this moment.

“Yes, Terry,” you agree, releasing one hand from his jacket beneath you to cover your mouth to muffle your cries of pleasure as one of his hands moves down your body to tease your clit insistently, his hips pumping his cock in and out in short thrusts, mostly staying buried inside of you. “You feel so good, so right…”

“That’s right, babygirl, you were made for this, made for me,” he purrs, picking up his pace and gradually pulling out further and further until every surge of his hips fills you completely, making your toes curl. It still hurts, and you’re still quite overwhelmed, tears pouring down your face as you try to stay quiet. But underneath that, you feel a bone-deep sense of satisfaction and completion, like Terry was claiming you so deeply and fully that you truly belong to him now. And now that you’re feeling this way, you realize that that’s exactly what you want.

“Mhnn, Terry! More, please!” you beg, watching Terry’s eyes darken with lust as you give yourself to him.

“You want more, baby?” he teases you, his tone almost mocking as he bends down, your legs parting for him easily. “We’re running out of time. You’ll have to come quickly if you want to come now,” he warns, his hand returning to where your hips are joined to rub your clit. “I’ll take my time with you when I get you home.”

You are arched up off the seat at this point, your shoulders and head the only things on the bench, and you’ve covered your mouth with both your hands, desperately trying to contain your moans as you start to clench against him, your legs squeezing around his hips as you orgasm. Terry is spurred on as you tighten around him, pumping into you hard and fast just a few more times before growling, coming hard inside you with a moan of your name.

He pulls out of you quickly, tucking himself back into his jeans before moving your legs to the side, giving him enough space to sit beside you. He gently gathers you into his lap, reaching onto your seat to grab his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. You’re trembling like a leaf, clearly overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. You don’t even know how to feel right now.

Terry moves to soothe as you burst into tears, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Ssshhh, it’s okay babygirl,” he says, stroking your hair and clutching you tighter to his chest. “I know, your first time can be a lot. This is totally normal, and I’m here with you,” he coos, and you fight through your emotions, forcing yourself to look up at him.

“Really? It’s okay?” you ask him hopefully, glad he isn’t taking offence and incorrectly assuming that you regretted what you had just done together. It had just been so, so much…

“Of course it is, sweetheart. Unless you think you regret it?” he asks after a brief pause, and your heart drops.

“No, not at all!” you exclaim, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing yourself closer. “It was wonderful, Terry, I don’t regret it at all.”

He hums in agreement, kissing your forehead. “I’m glad to hear it, doll. I feel so much closer to you now,” he confesses to you in a low voice, nuzzling into your neck, and you giggle.

Suddenly, there’s a whirring noise of the ride turning back on, and you begin your slow descent to the ground. Immediately, you tense up on his lap, looking down at yourself with horror.

“Oh no! I’m a mess, what am I going to do?!” you gasp, looking at Terry with wide eyes. Calm as can be, he fastens the jacket around you, pulling it up to your neck. Now, the only part of your dress that was visible was your skirt, and it seemed normal enough. So that was that dealt with, at least.

He reaches into one of the jacket pockets next, pulling out a spare hair tie that he always kept on him just in case, gently taming your hair and pulling it back into a half-ponytail to keep the more stubborn locks out of your eyes and relatively in place.

“There, all better,” he tells you, cupping one hand under your chin.

“But I’ve been crying, and I… I can feel…” you trail off, embarrassed, not wanting to say it out loud. Biting your lip, you force yourself to be an adult and lean over to whisper in his ear, shy even though you were the only two people on this thing. “I can feel your come starting to leak down my legs,” you tell him in a whisper, and you swear he shudders before responding.

“Well, if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, I’ll knock their lights out,” he tells you firmly, his jaw clenched just at the thought of someone looking at you. “We’ll be out of here as soon as possible, doll. Just walk normally, and then we can get you in the car and cleaned up, alright?”

You nod, trying to calm your breathing, and Terry gives you a pleased smile, like he’s proud of you. "That's my girl," he purrs approvingly, and you return his smile.

You complete your descent and Terry immediately hops out of the ride first to shield you from onlookers, reaching one hand behind himself that you can cling to for support as you disembark.

“She got a little frightened being stuck up there for so long, that’s all,” he explains to the small crowd surrounding you once you get off the ride. Several people have taken note of your tear-stained face, and how you’re shivering from inside his leather jacket, clinging to it to make sure that nobody notices your torn clothing. You accept Terry’s arm wrapping itself around your shoulders in an affectionate embrace as he kisses the top of your head comfortingly, and the crowd seems appeased, dispersing.

Thank goodness you have Terry, you think to yourself as you take his hand, letting him lead you back to the car, trying not to stumble. He was so good at talking you both out of situations that could get you into trouble.

“Come on, sweet thing,” he purrs in your ear, tugging you along and making you quicken your pace to keep up with him. “Let’s go home.”

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He's mean. He's so mean! HOW CAN WE LOVE THIS MAN?! But we do.