#Warning for vomit from roller coaster rides I guess

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Carnival Fair (Epel x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Vomiting mentioned Note: Reader is implied to be the same height as or shorter than Epel

“Alright, next ride!” Epel grinned wide as his eyes scanned the carnival. “Where ‘r we goin���?”

“The Scrambler sounds fun,” Deuce said. He looked down at the small carnival map in his hands, little dots marking everything of interest. “That’s over to the right. There’s also that water ride over there,” he said as he pointed to the ride in question. 

“That kiddy shit?” Epel scoffed as he smirked. “C’mon, Deuce, ya gotta have somethin’ better than that.” 

“Well, when you guys are done bickering,” Ace glanced over his shoulder at you all as he walked away, “you can meet me at that coaster over there.” 

The roller coaster in question was called Sunside Sweep. It looked fun, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for something so thrilling. You and your little group -Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel - had just eaten all that junk from the food trucks, and you knew it would come right back up if you went through even one loop. Ace would realize that soon. You knew you couldn’t stop him if you tried, so you just waved at him as he left. You scooted closer to Deuce to look at the map. “How about the little river boat ride?” you asked. 

“Again, that shit’s for babies.” Epel rolled his neck, a small pop sounding from it as he groaned. “Ah want somethin’ that’ll be fun.” 

“How about The Blender?” Jack piped up for the first time since lunch. “That looks fun - not too bad on the stomach, either.” 

At least one other person was thinking of your digestive systems. You looked over towards the ride in question; you watched as it swung back and forth, the bottom half of its body turning as it went. Not too thrilling, yet not too boring. It was-

“Good enough, ah guess.” Epel shrugged as he started heading towards the ride. “But ah’m with Ace - ah want to get on a coaster after this.” 

“Alright,” Deuce said as he folded the map and tucked it back in his jean pocket. “The Blender it is.” 

You smiled and nodded as you walked after Deuce, Jack close to your side as you went. The aftertaste of cream soda and funnel cake still lingered on your tongue - so good! You hoped to get a little more sweets before you had to leave. 

***

“You alright there, [Y/n]?” Epel asked as he eyed you curiously. 

You sat on a bench in front of the entrance to The Blender, hunched over with your hand over your mouth. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be fine.” 

Your reassurance was ill received. Jack kneeled down in front of you, ears flattened against his head. “Take it easy, alright? Maybe we should stay off of the rides for a while.” 

“But the carnival closes in two hours!” you protested. “By the time it opens again, we’ll have to go back to the college. I don’t want to-” You mumbled a groan as your stomach grumbled uncomfortably. You managed to finish your sentence in a garbled whisper, “I don’t want to ruin this.” 

“You won’t ruin anything,” Deuce reassured you with a smile. He sat next to you and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We’ve been out here since this morning - we’ve had so much fun. We can go back to the hotel if you want.” 

“No, no,” you shook your head, “I’ll just…stay here for a bit.” You forced a smile as you looked from Deuce to Jack. “I’m sure my stomach will settle after a few minutes. I’ll catch up with you guys once I’m better.” 

“Alone?” Jack furrowed his eyebrows at the thought. “I don’t like the sound of that. What if you get worse and need someone?” 

“I have my phone, remember?” You held up the phone Crowley had given you months earlier. It wasn’t the most reliable device, but it’d get you through in a pinch. “I can call someone to come get me - and you guys can text me whenever you want!” 

“[Y/n],” Deuce started, voice filled with concern, “we can’t just-”

“Ah’ll stay with them.” The three of you looked up at Epel, who now stood in front of you. His hands were shoved in his jacket pockets; that letterman looked really nice on him, you thought. “Y’all go on ahead.” 

Your expression fell and you began to shake your head. “Epel, no, I’ll be-” 

“That weren’t a suggestion.” He flopped down in the seat opposite you. He directed his next words to the other two present. “Y’all go find Ace, see if he still wants to ride that coaster. I’ll meet up with y’all when [Y/n]’s better.” 

The two boys stared at Epel for a moment, as if trying to get a read on him. To your surprise, they made no argument - they simply nodded and smiled. Deuce glanced over at you, “We’re only a text or phone call away. If you ever need us, don’t be afraid to.” 

“Yeah,” Jack affirmed. Though his smile remained, he looked you dead in the eye with his next words. “And don’t try and push yourself too hard. If you’re faking being better, I’ll know. I-”

“Yeah, yeah, you can smell it.” Epel waved Jack off and gave him a lopsided smirk. “Go on, get! Tell me if Ace vomits his guts up.” 

With another nod and a chuckle from Deuce, the two turned and made their way to the Sunside Sweep. Though you smiled at them as they left, the moment they took their attention off you both, you frowned and looked over at Epel. “You really don’t have to stay here with me. I know you looked forward to this more than anyone.” 

“Eh,” Epel shrugged his shoulders, “it’s just a carnival. Not like ah’ll never get to go to one again.” 

That didn’t make you feel any better. You didn’t notice your frown morph into a pout as the guilt overwhelmed you. Your eyes grew big with sadness at the thought of Epel missing out on yet another thing he wanted to do. And you’d all finally managed to sneak him away from Vil’s eye! It wasn’t fair…

Epel glanced over at you - his expression fell as he took in your sad look. “H-Hey, what’s with the pout? Ya looked like a kicked puppy.” He smiled to try and cheer you up. “It really don’t bother me.” He poked at your cheek, “C’mon, buck up!” 

You wanted to believe him, you really did…but your mind kept wandering to how excited he’d been the day before. He was the one to suggest the fair to you all; Epel had been the one up really early, anxious to go. You glared down at your stomach in a mix of shame and frustration. You knew you shouldn’t have eaten all that food…

Epel observed your current state and sighed. “Ahlright, if ya really wanna make it up to me,” he stood up from the bench, “let’s go on the ferris wheel.” 

You raised your head as you eyed Epel, confused by the suggestion. “You said it was a baby ride.” 

Epel clicked his tongue and scratched the back of his neck. “Well, it’s not that bad. ‘Ts not the worst ride in the world.” He glanced down at you with a lopsided smile. “That and, ah mean, if that upsets yur stomach, yur real bad off.” 

You supposed he had a point. You glanced over at the ferris wheel, watching as it turned at a slow, languid pace. It looked rather peaceful…you gave a small nod as you slowly stood. “Y-Yeah, I guess it’ll be fine.” 

Epel smiled, relieved that you agreed. He tugged at your wrist and gently pulled you along with him towards the ride. Thankfully, there wasn’t a line when you arrived. Epel reached into his pocket and dug out two tickets and handed them to the ride operator. They tucked the tickets away in a pouch on their belt before they led you up the stairs to where the carriages docked. There was a railing either side of the stairs for you to grab…yet Epel held your hand the whole way up. He glanced at you as the next empty carriage came to a stop; he glanced back when the operator opened the door and directed both of you inside. 

Once safety tucked inside, sat on benches opposite each other, the operator closed the door. Seconds later, you began to move. You lightly gripped your bench as the carriage swayed as it traveled upward, pulled up by the wheel. You bit your lip to hold back a grunt as your stomach turned at the slightest movement. Epel seemed to notice your discomfort - within seconds he was beside you, hand rested on your knee as he examined you. 

“You aren’t gonna throw up on me, are ya?” he asked, looking a little nervous at the thought. 

“N-No, I think I’m fine.” This time, your smile was not forced as you looked Epel in his pretty blue eyes. “Thank you…for making sure I’m okay, I mean.” 

“Well, ah mean, what didja want me to do?” he asked, voice laced with a small chuckle. “Leave ya there to die? I ain’t like Ace - I’m not an asshole.” 

You let out a small giggle. “It’s still a little weird to hear you cuss out loud like that.” 

“Ah know, right?” Epel leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head, his right leg crossed over his left knee. “Keep waitin’ for Vil to pop out from behind somethin’ and squawk at me for it.” 

“Is he treating you better?” you asked. “Since his overblot, I mean.” 

“Yeah,” Epel replied with a nod. “Still scolds me fer somethin’ just ‘bout every day, but ‘s not as bad.” He glanced at you as his teeth peeked through his smile. “He’ll even compliment me every now ‘n again.” 

“That’s good.” You straightened your posture; you suddenly felt a lot better. “I’m happy he’s allowing you to be more free - more like yourself. I like it.” 

“Oh yeah?” Epel now smirked as he uncrossed his legs and arms, sitting up before he inched closer to you. “What’chu like ‘bout me?” 

“W-Well…” Now you suddenly felt nervous. His gaze was more intense than before, like he was trying to look into your very soul. Paired with that smirk on his face, he looked…attractive. Well, he always did, but…it was different. You scrambled to think of something. 

“I…I like how laidback you are. You’re a lot more confident, too. It…suits you.” 

“Mm, yeah?~” He inched closer with every passing second, so much so you had to scoot back along the bench to allow him room. “Ya like how manly ah can be? When ah’m out of all that frilly stuff?” 

“What you wear doesn’t matter.” Something shifted in Epel’s gaze, but you couldn’t tell exactly what it was. “I guess it’s because you can be more…free? You don’t have to remind yourself of manners and other things; you can be yourself. I like that you can just be…well, you.” 

Epel took in your words for a moment, as though to let them soak into the deepest parts of his brain. In those seconds, his expression had fallen into something akin to surprise - shock, even. Then, slowly, that expression came back, but this time the smirk was wider than it had been before. His eyes narrowed as he got even closer, so close your back now pressed against the wall of the carriage. The curve of the carriage’s body made your back contort to its figure. To do that, you had to sink down a little in your seat - to where Epel now towered over you. 

“You know how cute ya look when yur all genuine ‘n shit?” Epel lowered his face down towards yours. “Real cute, sweetheart~” 

Your heart pounded in your chest, a flush of red rising to your cheeks. You’d never seen Epel like this, so forward, so…hot. Hot was the word, yet you never dared let yourself think it. Epel was your friend, one of the guys! You wouldn’t let yourself think of him as something more, but now…now it was all you could think of. 

“Tell me somethin’, sweet thang.” His lips were now beside your ear. Even at this angle, you could still glimpse that handsome grin. “Why do ya think I wanted to stay with ‘cha?” 

“T-To make sure I was okay?” 

“Ye, that,” his hair tickled your cheek as he got really close to your ear, “and because ah don’t want the other guys tryin’ to take what I want.” 

Your heart nearly lurched out of your chest as the carriage suddenly came to a stop. In that quick commotion, you almost didn’t notice the lips that brushed against your cheek. But you did - you were sure your cheeks were as red as Ace’s hair. Epel suddenly scooted away from you, then pulled you back up to a sitting position. As soon as you sat up, the carriage door opened. In stepped Ace, who was led into the car by Deuce. He looked pretty bad, face a near green color as he glanced in your direction. 

Deuce clumsily sat him on the bench opposite you and Epel, Jack stepping in behind him as the door slammed closed. You glanced out the small window on the door to see the ferris wheel’s operator, who looked a little too happy to leave you all in there with Ace. When you turned your gaze back on the redhead, you could see why: he looked ready to pass out, or barf, whichever came first. 

“Da hell happened to you?” Epel asked. 

“This is what five rides on two different coasters, with four sodas in-between, will get you,” Jack replied as he sat beside Deuce. He glared at Ace, who sat next to the large window of the carriage. “I told him not to do it, but he wouldn’t listen.” 

Ace grumbled something unintelligible in response, though didn’t even bother to look at Jack to deliver it. He simply stared out the window, gaze a thousand yards away from where they were. Deuce simply shook his head, a sorry smile on his face as he patted Ace’s shoulder. “It’ll wear off eventually, man, don’t worry.” Deuce mumbled something under his breath as he took his hand off Ace. “Hopefully before Riddle finds out what you did.” 

You nearly jumped out of your seat at Epel’s laugh bellowed out next to you. “What did ah tell ya?” He lifted his index finger into the air, “One braincell.” 

“C’mon, Epel, give the guy a break,” Deuce said, though a snicker lay hidden beneath his words. 

“Oh, like he gave me a break when ah dropped my lunch all over myself that time when ah-”

You didn’t hear that next part - you were distracted by the arm Epel draped over your shoulders. Though you smiled as the three continued to talk, and as Ace continued to glare and grumble (he even managed to flip the bird once), you were constantly aware of how secure Epel held you. He nary took his arm off you the rest of that afternoon at the fair. And whenever you’d peek over at him, he’d catch you - then smirk and wink. 

[wingitbold]

Final Destination

So, Final Destination is a good franchise, right? Freak accident that traumatized us since we were kids (I am a genZ born before 2000), traumatized us, gave us some freaky life lessons on how to not drive behind a truck carrying log, NEVER ride a roller coaster, do NOT plunge your hand into the drainage pipe (OK, but who does that?), make sure your cup is not leaking on electronics, stay away from things if they are just looking out of place, look for signs, among other things.

I wonder if half of my anxiety and obsessing over double checking things comes from that. Which is, mayhaps a good thing. But, to me, after recent binge watch session, I guess these movies rather should be put in the psychological horror section rather than pure horror. Because, when you watch them, even 4 of them in one sitting, they don't really phase you much. But then everything related to it keeps messing with your head. Also the fact that, all these freak accident can very much happen to anyone of us doesn't really give us a lot of confidence.

Now, coming to the plot, I have questions.

1. Who is the death?

See, they don't really emphasize on a personification of death or its logic of justice much in the film series, but I am reluctant to believe that death doesn't have some uncanny connection with the guy form morgue. He, whenever mentions death, acts like he is talking about an eccentric friend who we find quirky but can be scary to others. Like, how he words his thoughts or warnings on death is creepy and amusing. A mere mortal shouldn't be that amused when talking about death and its "design".

2. Death's Design

Now, coming to design, what was it? Considering in FD1, deaths kept visiting them in a "first come, first serve" basis. In part 2, it went on reverse gear.

In 3, deaths kept taking its turn not only based on order, but also based on some creepy hints laid around through pictures taken before the first premonition happened. Showing, death had an alternate plan for all of them since the beginning. I also believe, among the students on the roller coaster, some were never meant to be saved even by Berkeley. Like, Jason whose picture had only the roller coaster rails behind him, indicating he was designed to die from the freak accident from the beginning.

3. Cheating the Design

Now, this is an exam where no one can cheat. Some characters might feel at some point that they were saved, and cheated death successfully, but their claim were always refuted soon enough. The only one to successfully dodge it are from Final Destination 2, but then I guess the design was hinted at being reset again after that kid's death.

4. PTSD??????!!!!

However the biggest question of them all, was PTSD a thing in that universe. Man, the things they witnessed, how most of the characters became witnesses to other very gruesome deaths make me wonder, how the f#ck they didn't die of stress, fear, heart attack, or even dead appetite before death could even knock on their door. Because, tbh, Frankie's death in 3 or Billy in 1 would most probably kill me just by excessive vomiting. Those kids had the heart of fudging Hercules.

Anyway, thank God I will be working from home today, or else riding on that metro (subway) would have stressed me out.😐

[heyaeolus]

Express Train

Pairing: ushijima x Y/N Genre: fluff Warnings: vomiting, the after-effects of riding an extreme ride

a/n: this features the T-express which is in Korea. I've done this at like 2am after watching Blackpink's Summer Diary in Everland :>

There were just too much thoughts running through your brain to process what is happening around you. You could feel your heart still raging in your chest like it would pop off any moment and the ringing in your ears doesn't make you feel any better.

Meanwhile, Wakatoshi sits beside you, calmly sipping his bottle of orange juice. Yours long forgotten in your own hand. You gulped, lips dry and throat terribly sore from screaming so much.

Thirty minutes ago, you were perfectly fine until your boyfriend coaxed you into this "chill" ride — the T-Express.

"It's nothing, just a few shallow dips," he says monotonously then you proceeded to experience several drops from heaven to hell, resurrected, then dropped again. You could have sworn you fainted once in there and the fear you felt was well written on your face when the souvenir photo was captured.

You felt Wakatoshi's oddly warm arm against your back, perched on the backrest of the bench. It was a complete contrast to your cold arms which were still hard as jelly until now.

Turning, you sent a sharp glare to your boyfriend. His eyes round up when he sees your menacing stare. If there's anything that scares Wakatoshi it's the mayhem you stir when you are upset.

"What?" he asks.

Irritation bubbled up in your insides at his oblivious reaction, "What 'what'?! Is that a chill ride?! I almost fainted in there Toshi!"

Staring at your expression right then, instead of feeling the need to protect you or comfort you, a smile surfaced on his features. Which you, of course, found begrudgingly offensive. Your jelly arms found the power to hit him on the shoulder, "Now you're laughing at me?! Do you want me to die?!"

Wakatoshi gasped at that, his face now morphing into what it should have earlier — worry and dread. "Of course not, baby," he says it like a fact pulled out of an almanac. You pout at him, now feeling nauseous.

Despite the clear fight you were having, he automatically caught your arms as you push yourself forward, feeling the sausage you had before the ride rise up to your throat. With urgency, he hands you the paper bag previously containing all your candies, "Here, here." Then you threw up like a champ. Thankfully, Wakatoshi held your hair back. If not for that, you would have smelled of puke for the remaining of the day.

But his caring demeanor still wouldn't make you any less furious to him because of the damned roller coaster. That was an experience you shouldn't have experienced if your boyfriend just acted a little more human.

When you were still glaring at him as you chugged down your orange juice, he stared right back at you with an accusatory stare. "I already helped you, baby! What did I do now?" he almost shouts above his usual tone range, meaning he is losing his composure.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before retaliating, "You were the reason I threw up to begin with!"

"It was because of the roller coaster! I wasn't the one who rolled you over and threw you around!" He defends himself, which to your ears didn't really sound right. But the fight must be won so you continued blowing jabs instead.

"You were the one who said it was 'chill'! That was chill for you?!"

He sighs, defeated, "Okay fine. Maybe a little heart-dropping. The third loop, I guess."

"No!"

"Fine, also the first loop."

"The whole ride, Toshi!"

"Okay, okay," he snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. He holds your hand and pops a candy in your mouth, "That'll help with the grumpiness and nausea for now."

You felt your heart rate go up again. But this time, it was for your unexpectedly sweet boyfriend who comes out just when you need him. Your expression which was full of anger had now been alleviated into a softer scowl after tasting the sweet cola flavor of the candy in your mouth.

"I threw up," you insisted as a pathetic attempt to keep the banter going.

Wakatoshi sighs, knowing well what you mean by that. "Okay, we'll eat those tacos you want." When you just continued to stare at him with the same pout, he knows he needs to bargain more than the tacos. "The cotton candy too and that unicorn plushie. Okay now?"

"Plus you'll stay over at my place tonight," you sneered at him thinking the idea is to your advantage. Wakatoshi though, preferred it that way, to be able to squish you in his arms ensuring that you wouldn't go anywhere but beside him.

He acted distressed, shaking his head, "I guess I have no choice."

You chuckled, pecking his cheek. "Now, carry me to the ferris wheel."

"Gladly, princess."

[hells-angel]

The Hargreeves Effort

Fandom: Umbrella Academy

Pairing:  Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Word count: 1202

Warning/s: ---

Summary: The Hargreeves siblings spent the whole day trying to get you and Diego together. 

~*~

Y/n L/n, an ordinary girl who happens to live next to the large academy of the Hargreeves. growing up together, it was not hard to befriend the siblings. you love them and they love you just as much.

a little bit too much

to the point that they want you to become part of their family, and they just found the perfect excuse. It was painfully obvious to the siblings that their rebellious brother had a thing for you and they try their best to set the two of you up. 

ATTEMPT 1: 

The siblings had gathered on the academy lobby with the exception of Klaus and Vanya who ‘volunteered’ to pick you up.

“remind me again why do we have to do this again?” Diego grumbled under his breath, an annoyed look on his face as he waits with everyone. He could have spent his time somewhere important but instead here he was with his sibling.

“It’s family day, of course we have to spend the day together” Allison said with a smile on her face “do we have a problem with that?” she added, a sweet yet terrifying voice.

“no” Diego timidly replied

Unbeknown to Diego and of course you, the siblings had the whole day planned out to get the two of you together. First things first, the plan was for you to show up in a really nice dress that would sweep Diego off his feet, the plan was courtesy of none other than Allison herself.

“we’re ready” Vanya announced as she came down the stairs, a little exhausted and apologetic as she takes each steps down the stairs.

The siblings, especially Allison was anticipating you to go down the stairs in a really beautiful way, like those princesses on movies, everyone hold their breath as they hear the steps coming closer. However, what followed next to Vanya was you on a normal clothes. A t-shirt and jeans paired with sneakers.

Of course you look good, but they wanted you to look extra good for Diego today.

“why are you not wearing the dress I gave you?” Allison immediately asked, looking between you and Vanya who only sigh in response. 

You opened your mouth to say something but before you can answer, a loud voice interrupted you.

“what’s up bitches!” Klaus shouted as he went down the stairs in an elegant way, swaying the dress left and right, posing in every chance he gets.  

“Klaus!”

You chuckled as Allison and Ben pulled Klaus on the corner and lectured him. Five just letting out a frustrated sigh at the disaster while Luther and Vanya just stare at the chaos.

You and Diego exchanged looks and just shrug at the weird behavior of his siblings.

 ATTEMPT 2:

“I can’t see the reason why we have to ride this, were not children anymore” Diego mumbled as everyone lined up to be able to ride on the roller coaster.

“Say that to that idiot over there” Five said as he pointed at Klaus who was riding the merry go round with Ben. 

“This is ridiculous, you children have fun” Five mumbled before making his way towards the shade where Vanya sat, looking over Klaus and Ben.

“come on it’s not bad to take a break from time to time right?” you said, a smile on your face as you peek over at Diego’s face.

Diego stared at your smiling face before diverting his eyes away, a red hue appearing on his face “I guess”

Luther and Allison exchanged a knowing look, nodding at each other before moving around, Luther was tasked into counting how many people are in front of the line. He made sure that you and Diego would end up seating together during the ride and maybe confess to each other.

With the number counted, Luther moved from behind Allisson to in front of you. He was prepared to seat with a total stranger and sacrifice seating with Allison just so you and Diego can seat together. However, as the line shortens and it time for your group to ride, Someone back out in the last minute.

Luther panic and attempted to move back but the employee didn’t give him the chance to talk and guided him to the seat.  In the end, Luther ended up seating with you while Diego and Allison sat together behind.

“this is going to be fun!” you excitedly grinned to Luther who look nervous as he can feel the glaring eyes of Allison drilling holes on his head.

“I suddenly feel sick”

“I swear Diego if you vomit on me, I’ll toss you out of this ride”

ATTEMPT 3:

Their plan was simple yet amazingly easy, courtesy of Five who said it works most of the time. The plan was to pair you and Diego up for the haunted house. In the dark with scary monsters and such, you would surely cling to Diego for comfort. They were hoping for Diego to finally man up and confess as he protects you.

Unfortunately, you were strong hearted. When a hair suddenly falls down from the ceiling they expected you to be startled or even scream but none of that came out.

“oh” you let out a small sound as you point your flashlight at the hair, that was apparently had a head, hanging from the ceiling. 

“the exit’s this way” Diego said as he pointed to the opposite direction with his flashlight.

“you know most people scream when they get scared” Diego said as the two of you casually walk out of the haunted house.

“yeah well I had you so I’m not that scared” you giggled as the two of you converse like you two were just walking on the park or something, letting out surprised breaths of ‘oh’ when a ghost would pop out. 

When you came out of the haunted house, the siblings had gathered with an expectant look on their faces, when they saw you and Diego still acting like normal, they all let out a sigh of disappointment. In the end they gave up and went on separate ways to enjoy themselves.

You and Diego decided to ride the Ferris wheel, where it’s only just the two of you.

“Everyone seems to be having fun, even Five smiled earlier” you start as you look at the magnificent view outside.

“you know they’re trying to set us up the whole day” Diego said as he took hold of your hand, enveloping it with his.

You divert your eyes away from the view and focus all your attention at him “I know, Klaus accidently blab about it to me earlier” you said followed by a giggle as you remember what happened “ he beg me not to tell them”

Diego rolled his eyes at his brother’s action “of course he did”

as the ride went up and up, and he was sure none of his siblings would be able to see you two, he intertwined your fingers together “They’re putting all this effort, shouldn’t we tell them?” you asked

Diego pretended to think for a second before he smirks “nah let them be”

“I want you to myself for a little longer”

[pinkhairedlily]

goodbye to the clearest eyes

pair: kim namjoon/park jimin | minjoon, rating: G

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33675553

dropping a minjoon fic here as well (because why not)! :>

Namjoon glances at his phone for the seventeenth time that night, the digital clock blinking back 23:14 at him, and his screen flashing low battery warning since the 20 percent mark. He waits again for ten more minutes, closing his eyes and losing himself in the muted sound of the club on the street across and the passing honks of ubers. A ping stirs him up.

Disappointed but not surprised. He knows he set himself up for this.

“Joon hi. Hope you thought better - like before. I actually got a ride. Lucky huh. So anyway, please don’t mind my earlier texts. See you later.” Ironically, his phone thinks it’s the most opportune time to shut down, zero percent, no more warning. He softly thumps his head on the steering wheel, but his fingers are tightly gripping around it.

“I should stop this.” This is the same sentence he repeats for every conquest Jin conjures up every Friday of the week. He sighs, enraged but tired, and he starts the ignition.

Then his passenger side opens and comes in an angel.

“Excuse me?”

It’s Namjoon’s first expression. Blonde hair, lopsided smile that reaches his eyes, plump and pouty lips, flushed cheeks, and fair skin. He waves to his friends goodbye and reaches for the seatbelt.

He misses it and he chuckles. He tries again and almost gets it. Again, another hearty chuckle.

“You’re hammered,” Namjoon says. “But this is not an uber.”

The blonde man fits the seatbelt in successfully in his third try. He looks up at Namjoon, and he is disarmed by bright hazelnut irises which disappear in a wide smile. “Look I managed to wear my seatbelt.” His fingers, dainty fingers, meet each other to give himself a small, silent clap.

Namjoon’s heart is thumping. What is this is a new modus of a local gang? Using an angel-faced to lure innocents into their deaths? He clears his throat and tries to capture the blonde’s attention. “I would appreciate it if you get out of my car right now.”

Yeah, especially since I just got my license at 30 years old. Because Jin had his car towed.

The blonde is heaving and Namjoon knows what comes next. He opens the windows and gets ready to give him a paper bag stashed in his glove compartment. It’s actually reserved for Jin, waiting for its purpose for several weeks now, but at least a single piece gets to see the light for tonight.

The passenger waves away his offer of a vomit bag. He just lets his head loll on the side, eyes shut, smile still plastered on his cherubic face. Namjoon rakes his raven locks with his hand, and he decides then to fuck it. He’s in the neighborhood, he has an available car. He will do one kind deed today and bring this angel safely to his home.

But yeah fuck me too because my phone’s basically on coma and I’m geographically challenged. No choice then. “Hey you, I’m sorry but I don’t have the maps on. I can’t drive you.”

The blonde tries to sit up straight with his eyes still closed. “Can you first drive around? I don’t want to go home yet.”

This is a red flag, Namjoon knows. Far too many dreadful things have been happening nowadays and everyone is hardly to be trusted even when they have the most beautiful countenance he has ever seen. But he had too many losses this year, too many times he held out chances for someone who won’t return them back, too many hopes for beginnings but he got indefinite endings instead. Yeah, fuck it.

“Can you move away from the window so I can close it?” Namjoon asks.

“Can you leave my side open? I want to feel the cold air against my face,” the man replies. Now that Namjoon’s looking at him intently, he notices he must be in his early 20s, not more than 25 probably.

He stuffs the paper bag on his passenger’s dainty fingers (which thankfully he holds onto because dry cleaning would be a bitch) and drives towards the road he frequents when he gets stood up.

“It’s kinda cold.” His blonde locks are swaying with the wind.

Namjoon chuckles and checks his monitor. “Well it’s the transition between fall and winter. Do you want me to close it now?”

“No, not really. I love the cold. It makes my cheeks redder. It makes me aware of the blood in my body.”

“I like this season too although I’m not a fan of snowing. I’d rather walk than drive a car when it’s winter.” Namjoon steals a glance. “Looks like you really enjoyed tonight. Flushed and rosy cheeks are also good signs of life. Would you believe it’s a criteria males would look for in females they want for marriage and reproduction? Of course, this was back when patriarchy was still 100 percent practiced.”

Namjoon takes a right turn amid the dense canopy of hickory trees and into the tunnel. Now would be the most advantageous time for his passenger to kill him.

“Yes, I enjoyed tonight,” the blonde remarks. His hazelnut eyes are now open and trained on the road. “My friends and colleagues organized a farewell party.”

“Changing jobs?” Namjoon breathes slowly, waiting for the blonde to pull out a gun or knife.

“Nope, not really. I’m going away.”

Nothing comes for Namjoon’s life, and he feels the bubble of laughter in his throat. “Another city or abroad?”

His hazelnut eyes roll to the ceiling, and he ponders for a whole minute. “Yeah, abroad. That’s what I told them.”

The tunnel is empty, but Namjoon keeps a safe driving speed on the rightmost lane. Occasionally, a sports car would speed past them, the tires screeching with the echoes. He wonders if he should keep up the conversation, but gauging the other person’s responses, it seems like they don’t mind. “Oh that must be fun. I also went abroad after university, straight to Belgium. It felt freeing that time, but I realized just recently that I was probably running away.”

There he goes again, spilling his guts to a stranger at midnight in the middle of a tunnel. Namjoon’s mind now wonders if this blonde isn’t afraid of him. He’s bigger than this passenger, more muscular, and definitely taller. He can easily subdue him and drop him in the ocean.

“It’s somewhere I have to go to,” he replies. “I’ve never been to Belgium. Chocolates must be good there.”

“The roads are very bike friendly, if you’re curious.” Namjoon remembers the awe when he first set foot in Brussels. No annoying car honks, no bulky vehicles on the streets. Just people biking, in tune with nature, giving way to each other, the tiny bells ringing.

“Ah I also never learned how to bike. How disappointing.”

“It’s a nice skill to have, keeps you active, and obviously it decreases your carbon footprint.”

His passenger laughs like it’s a trill of a nightingale. “You have such a weird thought process!”

Namjoon’s voice wavers, part embarrassed, part socially anxious. He’s never good in dealing with extroverts. “Is it bad?”

The blonde shakes his head. “I’m saying it’s unique. Anyway, I won’t worry much about my carbon footprint.”

Namjoon clucks his tongue against his mouth. “You must be a mindful consumer.”

“Hmm, I’m not really sure. I guess I am?” His little pinky finger rests on the side of his lip. “But it gives me comfort that I’m alleviating Mother Earth’s illness somehow.”

They leave the tunnel and the smell of salt air arrests both of their senses. Namjoon opens the window on his side as well and breathes in the ocean. He normally frequents this area during sunsets, a few minutes when twilight sets in before it finally transitions to the night sky. His existence hovers in between those changes, all beautiful and all passing. It dawns on him that he took a plunge when he decided to drive here at this time. “Do you mind some music?”

“No, go ahead!”

Namjoon opens his radio, and the first notes of 400 Lux drifts from the speakers. The blonde lets an arm out on touches the air on the skin of his fingers. Namjoon notices this and mirrors him. The ocean greets them after a few seconds, quiet in its vastness despite the rhythmic buoy of the waves and the sound they make when they crash against the sandy shore.

“I’d like to visit many more places,” his companion continues. “Like Jeju Island. My grandmother plants the sweetest tangerines, and my ex-boyfriend would often come help out during harvest season. But I broke up with him just recently and cut off all ties.”

“Sorry about the ex-boyfriend,” Namjoon interjects. “He must be missing the tangerines a lot.”

“Let’s hope that’s the only thing he’ll be missing. By the time he’d miss me, he must have moved on already.”

The road comes a bit closer to the waters, and the wind drifts over some of the sea spray to them as the waves break against the side of the cliffs. “And here you are, sounding like you already miss him.”

“I won’t deny it.” He pauses and takes a deep breath. “I found that it’s healthy to acknowledge your feelings than keep them all repressed so I’m honoring our bond by honoring the grief.”

“Sounds like good advice.” The guilt creeps up on Namjoon, but he ignores this for a moment. Maybe he can take this bit, store it, and use it in the future. It’s good advice anyway.

“I also want to visit Disneyland. I’ve never been to one. Couldn’t afford it. But I hate roller coasters and pirate ships, anything that has to do with heights. Although, if given the chance, I would try all of them at once even if I vomit after.”

“The lines are freakishly long.”

“How much do you think would it cost if I rent the whole place for a day?”

Namjoon laughs. “Pretty sure it would have at least six zeroes.”

“Oh I thought it would have seven.” They both break into guffaws. After a few seconds, the blonde continues his musing. “I would also love to visit my parents and see them again every day.”

“Can’t you do it now?”

The man stretched his arms in front of him and wiggles in his chair. “I’ll actually drop by tomorrow, spend some time before I truly go.”

Namjoon slowly turns on a blind curve, weighing the last sentence in his mind. “I moved out when I was 18 into the university dorms, and then I got my own apartment after graduation. Most of us go through that linear phase, don’t you think – growing out of our childhood homes and leaving the ‘youth’ behind.”

“You don’t even look like 30 yet.”

“I’m flattered. And you don’t look like you’re over 20s.”

“I get that a lot.” The blonde chuckles, not bothering to hide another set of blush on his cheeks. Under the dim light of the moon, Namjoon briefly notices the redness in his ears.

“But wouldn’t it be nice to come back to it, to that safe bubble when life becomes too overwhelming?” Somehow, Namjoon also feels a hot flush on his skin despite the icy air that has set in their atmosphere.

“We both know there’s no bubble anymore when we go back.”

“I guess it will take you a long time to come back.”

The passenger nods, his hazelnut eyes leaving the road to focus on the ocean. “A very, very, very long time. I may not see them again after I go.”

He must be moving for good, Namjoon thinks. Or he’s cutting off ties. Like I did so many years ago.

“Hey, can we stop over for water? I’m thirsty.”

Namjoon spots the 24/7 convenience store on the side of the road. He remembers this is a junction close to a fishing port hence the all-around operations. He parks on the empty lot and waits for the blonde to finish buying his needs. He comes back with four bottles of water and two bowls of already cooked instant ramen. “Would you like to eat by the shore?”

Sure why not in the middle of almost-winter? Namjoon follows him nonetheless, even sitting on the damp sand cross legged with ramen in between his hands. They slurp the noodles in silence punctuated by the crashing waves and occasional noise of the seagulls and the horn of incoming fishing fleets. They do not talk, too engrossed with the hot food and spicy broth.

Finally finished, they combine their garbage in what was supposed to be the passenger’s vomit bag. Namjoon initially walks to the direction of his car, but the passenger decides to walk along the shore for the minute, barefoot, his black leather mules secured in his other hand.

“Would you look at that? It’s finally used,” Namjoon jokingly remarks about the vomit bag.

The blonde chuckles at his lame attempt to lighten the mood. Namjoon finally notices the muted loss in his startlingly beautiful hazelnut eyes, and the layers of sadness covered up by his songbird laughter, but he knows it’s not his place to ask.

“Have you ever thought about death?” The way he asked it was so blunt, so deadpan, so out of the blue, and so far removed from his lively persona that Namjoon interacted with in the vehicle.

It catches him off guard, of course. He never really delved into it, not when he was too busy running away from his feelings for his college best friend, not when he came back and tried to rekindle that friendship and connection again, not when he was too busy wondering if it was already too late.

He was too busy facing the consequences of his life. “In passing, maybe.”

The blonde walks further into the water, the waves reaching to his knees. “What do you think happens after?”

“I personally don’t believe in afterlife or in God or in heaven.” Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, aware that his being agnostic would sometimes earn an agitated reaction from people. “It just ends. You become food for the detritus, a fertilizer for the plants.”

“Lessening the carbon footprint?” the blonde brings it up again, and this earns a hearty chuckle from Namjoon.

“We could put it like that. You contribute to nutrient cycling.”

“That’s a nice way of describing rotten flesh being eaten by worms.” He turns towards the expanse of the ocean with his eyes closed and that constant smile that seems to hold him together throughout this night. “I….visualize dying as a new birth, a chance of being someone again, a reincarnation. Even if I live as a butterfly with gray wings, a disowned black cat because of superstition, a whale with an alien frequency, a deer hunted in the open season, I’ll welcome it because it gives me another day, another life. It gives me another chance to feel the cold air on my face, the hot flush on my nose and ears, the water between my toes. Another chance to meet people, another chance to fall in love and break and fall all over again, another chance to live.”

The whole monologue untethers Namjoon. It is as if the sand underneath him started shifting.

The blonde turns his attention on the sky, stars invisible behind the fluffy clouds which signal incoming rain. As he silently watches them move across the space, Namjoon follows the change in his expression, the surrender of the smile, and the explosion of dullness in his irises.

“I have a tumor in my brain. Cancer has progressed too far and too deep to consider chemotherapy. Doctor gave me three months at most.”

Namjoon feels like he needs the vomit bag more. He’s tongue tied and numb all over. He feels cold all over, but he doesn’t know if he should blame the season. All the sounds are drowned by a ringing in his head, and he barely hears the blonde come up to him and tap his shoulder with his smile back again.

“I want to go home now. Thank you for driving me tonight.”

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Now in the safe enclave of his apartment with a fully charged phone, Namjoon composes a long message intended for Jin, his apologies running all the way back since college. An apology for not responding to his confession, an apology for running away, an apology for coming back and expecting everything is the same.

And an ultimatum of a definite conclusion – whether he can let him in or cut him off from his life – because he has spent a long time living in between.

The breakdown comes after he hits send, choking sobs hitched in his throat. A mourning for a blonde stranger.

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“Have a taste of this.” A grandmother in her 90s offers a peeled tangerine to Namjoon.

He bites through the piece of fruit and the sweetness hits him in full. He relishes the burst of flavor in his mouth with his eyes closed albeit it’s actually a ruse to keep the flood of tears at bay. You were right, they’re the sweetest tangerines. “I think I’ll order a hundred kilos.”

“That’s too much, my son.” The old woman laughs and playfully slaps him on the arm. “So how did you find your orchard tour a while ago?”

“I can’t help but hear a songbird in the area. Must be coming from the nearby forest.”

“Ah, it started singing last year. Since then, we’ve always had a year-round harvest. He must be my lucky charm.”

[haikyuu-sickfics]

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“Alright guys, you’ve been working hard lately so we’re going on a trip!” Coach Ukai announced, presenting a poster for the nearby amusement park.

Excited cries of the team echoed throughout the gym, Yuu was all but bouncing off the walls while Chikara was trying his best to get Ryuu to keep his shirt on.  Amidst all the excitement, Koushi could feel waves of uneasiness flow through his body.  At the root of his unease was his inexperience with coasters and fast moving objects.  However, the team's enthusiasm infected Koushi and he found himself cheering right along with the first and second years.  Diachi and Asahi, being considerably more mature than Koushi, expressed their excitement in a quieter manner.  

The day of the trip drew near, and as it did, Koushi managed to find ways to excuse the concern nagging at the back of his mind.  He was not about to allow the negative emotion overpower the joy of having a team outing.  Members of Karasuno who were attending the trip were told to meet in the school's lot at 8 in the morning.  Koushi and Daichi were among the first to arrive at 7:50, slowly the rest of the team began to trickle in. Shōyō and Tobio were the last to arrive at one past eight.  Overflowing with noise and excitement, the bus left the lot at ten past eight.  Koushi turned around in his seat to make conversation with Chikara and Hisashi.  

After what seemed to be hours, the bus came to a grinding stop outside of the park. Karasuno formed a small group outside of the bus, awaiting instruction from the two adults.  

“Okay guys!  I have a couple of rules to go over before you can go into the park.  Firstly, stay in groups of three or more.  Secondly, be respectful!”  Takeda and Ukai both looked at Yuu and Ryuu as this rule was spoken, “And finally, stay hydrated and have fun!” Takeda clapped his hands together and motioned for the team to go towards the park.  Daichi, Koushi and Kiyoko banded together for their group, Asahi had been dragged off by Yuu and Ryuu, and by the look on the Ace’s face, he was not happy about it.

“So what do you guys wanna do first?” Koushi asked, excitement evident in his tone, “That coaster looks fun!” He added, pointing towards a large metal coaster with more than one loop.

“We should start off small, then do those rides,” Daichi inputted, “How about the teacups?”

Kiyoko nodded to Daichi’s idea, and so the three made their way towards the spinning ride.  Once the three third years had waited in the queue for around 10 minutes, they were finally allowed onto the ride. 

It started off slow, however the large plate in the center of the cup was beckoning Koushi to spin, so he did.  Giving a smirk to Daichi, the setter began putting all his strength into spinning the disk, taking his hint, Daichi placed both hands on the plate as well and began spinning.  Kiyoko yelled out in joy as her hair whipped around her face.  The moment was picturesque, all three with large smiles plastered on their faces.  However, as the ride went on, Koushi began feeling something other than joy.  The feeling was rooted in the same area as excitement, yet the feeling was harsher, and definitely not pleasurable.  Koushi’s smile faltered a bit, and he put less strength into spinning the cup.  Daichi flashed him a look of concern, but Koushi dismissed him by widening his smile.  Finally, the ride screeched to a stop, Kiyoko was still laughing, her hair a wild mess from the extreme wind, Daichi also had a smile playing on his lips, however a drop of concern was flavoring his brown eyes.

“You guys hungry?  I sure am!  We should get food then ride more rides,” Koushi was hoping the uncomfortable feeling in his gut was a result of hunger.  His two companions nodded to his idea, and so they went on the hunt for suitable food.

Fried foods and sweet foods danced in the air, both fighting to win over the attention of any wandering guests.  The smells sank to the bottom of Koushi’s stomach and seemed to have a fight of their own down there, much to Koushi’s appreciation, the feeling wasn’t as strong as it had been on the ride.  Allowing him to once more chalk up the pangs as hunger. A stand selling hot dogs is what ended up attracting the small group.

By the time the food was in his hands, Koushi felt fine. He happily gulped down the hot dog, smiling at the warmth of the food.  Kiyoko and Daichi were about half way done when Koushi stood up to toss his food wrapper.  Once more, excitement flourished throughout his body, as well as anticipation to ride one of the bigger rides.  

“So,” Koushi dragged out, glancing between his friends and the rollercoaster which towered over the park.

“You sure that’s a good idea?  We just ate,” Daichi replied, once again understanding Koushi’s not-so-subtle hint.

“What if we go on a small ride while our food digests and then go on the big ride?” The setter offered, his heart set on riding the large coaster.

Defeated from Koushi’s puppy eyes, Daichi looked over to Kiyoko as if asking for her input, she shrugged, but didn’t make any move against the proposition.  With a sigh, Daichi looked back at Koushi and agreed to his plan.

The small ride which they ended up choosing was the ferris wheel, which was technically not small as it towered high into the air, but it wasn’t an extreme attraction like the rollercoaster.  In fact, the ride proved to be very pleasant.  The third years talked about what’s been going on as well as their plans for the future.  A faint aura of sadness surrounded the three as realization struck about their graduation.  Eventually, the ride came to a graceful stop onto the ground, and the three walked off the ride  Koushi happily led the way to the queue entrance for the towering coaster.  Doubt began pooling deep in Koushi’s gut, but it was drowned out by the overflowing amounts of excitement he felt.

The queue was significantly longer than the one for the spinning cups, and by the time the three got clicked onto the ride, all doubt was erased from Koushi.  A ride attendee began listing off safety requirements for the ride before signing off with a deadpanned ‘Have fun’ Koushi looked to his sides and smiled at his friends as the ride took off with a blast.  Cries of joy filled the air as the track winded and dropped.  The first loop came and went, with Koushi smiling the whole time.  Then after a few more meters of track, the second loop came.  Koushi’s smile faded a bit as heavy nausea began nesting in his gut.  Another few meters of track came and went and finally the final loop was here.  Koushi’s smile was completely faded now, replaced with a tight line.  His body flew forward a bit as the cart came to a screeching halt.  The ragdoll treatment did nothing to help his current situation.

As the mechanical restraints flew up, Koushi’s shaking hands struggled to unclick his belt as fast as possible.  Much to his dismay, his friends on either side of him were taking their time.  As soon as Daichi stepped away from the ride, Koushi hurried out and ran out of the exit doors.

Once he walked onto the main path for the park, his eyes quickly looked left and right, scanning for a trash bin.  Finally he spotted one and hurried towards it.  He used his hand to push open the flab and stuck his head in.  A foul smell of rotting food drifted up into Koushi’s nose punching him in the gut.  He let his mouth lul open, allowing warm metallic saliva to dribble out and land with a disgusting splat on top of the preexisting waste in the bin.  A heavy weight pushed against his abdomen as the first gag ripped through his slender body.  Hot liquid began rising into his throat.  Only now did he realize the situation he was in.  Red hot embarrassment exploded through every limb in his body as another heave racked him.  This one was productive in bringing up a mouthful of undigested hotdog.  The awful taste only forced Koushi into another harsh gag which brought up a far thicker wave.  Tears began streaming down his face, a result of the pain in his stomach as well as the pain of embarrassment.  Suddenly, he felt large hands begin to rub calming circles onto his back.  The touch only encouraged Koushi’s stomach to continue emptying itself, his back arching into the hands.  After a couple seconds of  being free from illness, Koushi pulled his head out of the bin.  He sheepishly looked up to his friends, Kiyoko shoved a cool bottle of water into Koushi’s hand.  

“So, uhh maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, huh,” Koushi admitted after swishing water in his mouth and spitting it onto the ground.  The other third years didn’t find his comment funny.

“Are you okay now?” Kiyoko asked, worry etched deeply onto her face, “I called for the coaches and they should be here soon.

As if on cue, Takeda rushed over, near tears from worry, Ukai walked up, any trace of concern masked by extreme annoyance.

“Are you okay?  We should sit down,” Takeda worried, wrapping a supporting arm around Koushi and leading him to a nearby park bench.

Ukai said nothing, which said everything to Koushi.  The setter scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “I’m good now.  I guess this isn’t a good time to say that I’ve never ridden a roller coaster, huh.”

[howfarethestars]

of rollercoasters and love at first sight

summary: thorkyrie roller coaster meet cute au

read on ao3 (and leave a comment if you do ;)

Singles will be paired , the decorative sign next to the line for The Wormhole announced with bright purple letters on a galactic-looking background. Brunnhilde shook her head at the cheesiness, but a smile pulled at her lips. She hadn’t been to the park since she was a little kid, and that little kid inside her was having a field day.

There was a joke to be made about singles being paired, and if she wasn’t one of those singles, she would’ve made it to her partner. But she was alone. Her college buddy Bruce had been the one to invite her to the park, but he wasn’t one for roller coasters. Which left her alone and waiting for an hour while he gorged himself on cotton candy and peanut butter fudge at a jungle-themed candy shop.

She wasn’t complaining, though. The day was nice and warm—not hot. They’d come on a school day, meaning the normal crowd of screaming children and annoyed parents was thin. She looked downright sexy in her outfit—high-waisted black shorts and a white crop top with gold and purple-tinted sunglasses perched on top her double braids. Things were great.

The line moved forward a few steps, which moved her into an awning. The roof was painted neon colors—bright pink and yellow and green and blue. White speckles of stars cast lights over the crowd. Brunnhilde couldn’t help but be a little enamored. It was pretty, very eighties, and fun. This ride was a new one. It hadn’t been around when she’d been a chubby kid riding with her parents. She was excited.

Again, they moved up by about six people. The actual coaster began inside a building designed to look like a spaceship, but eventually broke through to the outdoors halfway through the ride. (According to the YouTube video she’d watched, that was; Brunnhilde never went into something without knowing what to expect.) But that building was at least a dozen people away, so Brunnhilde had a bit more time to wait.

Someone came up behind her, talking a bit too loud on the phone. Brunnhilde snuck a glance over her shoulder, pretending to look for something in the distance as she checked out the man behind her. The man was tall, all biceps and a lean frame. His hair was short and messy, a few short curls framing a handsome face and shockingly blue eyes that were piercing even in the shade of the awning they stood under.

Brunnhilde quickly turned around, her cheeks hot. Singles will be paired, a taunting voice in her head reminded her. She stared hard at the woman in front of her’s back and tried to ignore the man behind her’s conversation and his face and his eyes— oh, his eyes.

“I’m at the roller coaster,” he said, his voice warm and deep, “I’ll come find you later. Promise.”

He must’ve hung up because he went silent after that. Or, he went silent until he tapped on her shoulder, nearly giving her a heart attack. Brunnhilde jumped to face him with wide eyes, her hand flattened against her beating heart.

“Sorry,” he said, laughing a little, “I was just going to ask if you’d ridden this before?”

Brunnhilde forced herself to focus. She cleared her throat, wishing her heart would stop beating so freaking fast . “Uh, no, actually,” she said, shaking her head, “Sorry, but I watched a YouTube video.”

He nodded and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Okay, great. This is going to sound a little strange, but does it go upside down?”

Brunnhilde blinked. “Upside down?” she asked him.

The man bobbed his head. “Yeah,” he admitted a big sheepishly, “I’ll get sick if I go upside down.”

Brunnhilde smiled. So he was hot and cute. That was...problematic. She thought back to the video she’d watched right after Bruce asked her to come a few days before. It was a little fuzzy. She couldn’t remember everything, but she was pretty sure the ride didn’t go upside down.

“Uh, I think you’ll be okay,” she said, “but don’t hold me to it. If you get sick, I don’t want to be sued.”

The man chuckled, then. She liked the way his eyes crinkled around the edges when he did. “I won’t sue you,” he laughed, “On my honor. I’m Thor.”

Brunnhilde nearly laughed at the way he stuck his hand out for her to shake. He did it with such enthusiasm. Still, she slipped her hand in his and shook it firmly. “Brunnhilde. Nice to meet you.”

“So, is this your first time at the park?” Thor asked as the line moved forward.

“I used to come here a lot when I was a kid, but college, and then...normal adult life,” she said, gesturing as if to say I haven’t had time for roller coasters . “But my friend invited me, so here I am.”

“Yeah, me and my brother used to come all the time when we were young, but then…” Thor’s voice dropped off with a crack. He shook his head. “We didn’t come back for a while, I guess. But we’re here now. That’s why I’m alone, actually. My brother hates roller coasters.”

Brunnhilde couldn’t help wondering what had kept Thor and his brother from coming to the park, but it was certainly not her place to ask. She steered the conversation in another direction.

“I’ve heard this ride is pretty intense,” she said lightly, nodding towards the building they were steady growing closer to. “Sure you can handle it?”

Thor laughed. “Of course,” he said, flexing comically, “I’m a manly man. Unafraid. Unflinching. Masculine.”

Brunnhilde clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from sounding like a bloody idiot as a stream of laughter tried to escape her. It was a problem, really, the effect he was having on her. It wasn’t even that funny. Her stomach was doing backflips. Ridiculous, she thought.

“As long as it doesn’t go upside down, right?” she teased, tilting her head at him.

Thor’s cheeks flushed pink. “Right,” he said, folding his arms over his chest. His eyes flitted over to the building, and he nodded towards the line that had moved a section up. “They’re leaving us behind.”

Brunnhilde and Thor jogged to catch up with the line, and they stood on the steps to the building.

“Next time we move, we’ll be on the ride,” he said, lightly punching her arm, “Are you excited?”

Brunnhilde nodded. “Yeah, totally. Are you?”

“Of course,” he said. He smiled without showing his teeth, like an emoji or something. God, he was cute. “Even if I wasn’t, I still have to prove my brother wrong. He told me I wouldn’t make it without vomiting.”

Brunnhilde hummed. “Funny, I told my friend the same thing. Only he listened.”

Thor hummed. “Maybe I should be more like your friend.”

The line shifted again, and Thor practically lit up. “This is it,” he said, beaming. He grabbed the door and held it open for her, sweeping the air with his arm. “Mylady.”

Brunnhilde snorted, but obliged him, bowing dramatically as she walked up the short steps into the building that housed the coaster. Inside was even more outrageously space-themed than outside. The colors were blinding, but gorgeous. Brunnhilde gaped at it, her eyes sparkling with wonder, as she spun in place to see it all. The ceiling was painted a deep blue, with dangling planets hanging down close enough for Brunnhilde to touch. They glowed from the inside out, bathing the waiting crowds in a warm glow.

Brunnhilde looked over her shoulder at Thor, who was looking at the decorations with equal awe. His lips were partly open, and his bright blue eyes were aglow under the lights of the planets and stars around him. He looked ethereal.

Brunnhilde blinked a few times and turned away from him. Butterflies—no, manta rays—were flapping around in her belly. This was ridiculous. She was really falling for this man, whom she just met. This was ridiculous.

“Welcome to the Wormhole ,” a bright voice announced over loudspeakers, “a galactic adventure!”

Thor shook his head as if he were clearing the stars from his eyes. “We’re almost there,” he whispered to Brunnhilde, “You ready?”

Brunnhilde bobbed her head. “As I’ll ever be. Are you?”

Thor shrugged. “I suppose. If I’m being honest, my stomach feels like it’s trying to crawl its way out of my mouth. Is that a medical condition?”

“It might be,” she said, “I’ll have to google that one. Sounds serious though. Are you sure you’re up for this?

“I’m already in line, now,” Thor said, heaving a long sigh, as if he were truly annoyed that he had to ride the roller coaster, “Besides, don’t you need a partner?”

Brunnhilde didn’t know why, but that made the manta rays in her stomach do backflips. Her cheeks flushed with heat. “I guess I do,” she breathed.

“The line moved up,” a man behind them said gruffly. He all but pushed the two of them forward, glaring.

Brunnhilde mumbled an apology and scurried up to meet the end of the line. Thor was frowning slightly, watching the cars speed off into the darkness of the ride. He absentmindedly fiddled with the bracelets on his wrist. A nervous tick, she guessed.

“Hey,” she said gently, placing her hand on his bicep, “You good?”

Thor swallowed thickly. “No, I’m terrified. But I’m going to prove Loki wrong. Even if it kills me.”

Brunnhilde lifted an eyebrow. “Why didn’t Loki come ride, then? Instead of daring you to?”

Thor’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t considered that. He shook his head. “He’s always been able to rile me. I don’t think I’ve ever turned down his dares.”

Brunnhilde just shook her head. “If you throw up on me,” she warned, shaking her finger like some too-strict school teacher, “I’m going to throw up on you. And then we’ll never be able to look each other in the eye again.”

Thor gave her a smile that made her heart beat a little faster. Those blue eyes crinkled around the edges, and the light dusting of freckles on his nose jumped out. “Well, we just met. We could always walk away from the situation and never think about it again.”

He said as if he had no intention of actually doing that. Hope stirred in Brunnhilde’s chest. She was no stranger to guys who just wanted to flirt and go. And she wasn’t above a little playful flirting. But it warmed her heart to think maybe this guy was more than that. Brunnhilde had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but the longer she watched Thor smile like a bloody idiot at her, the more she thought she might’ve been the victim of it.

“Maybe I don’t want to do that,” Brunnhilde said, all in a rush like her brain would’ve stopped her from saying it if she’d waited a second longer.

Thor’s grin widened.

“Seriously, move up !” the same man shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

“Sorry,” they chorused, jogging up to the rest of the line.

Brunnhilde mentally counted the people ahead of them, then gasped and clutched Thor’s forearm. “We’re next,” she said, beaming. She shuffled her feet, her sneakers squeaking against the tile floor.

They mounted the short platform and nodded to the attendant as they climbed into the car. Brunnhilde pulled down the handles over her chest, almost perfectly in sync with Thor. The attendant, a college-aged girl with big curls and freckles on her brown skin, locked each guest into their spots. The locks clicked on she and Thor’s car with finality.

“Alright, you guys know the drill!” the attendant shouted, “Arms and legs inside the cars at all times! And have fun!”

Thor was pale. “Is it too late to get off?” he asked, looking at her with pure terror in his eyes.

Brunnhilde opened her mouth to tell him “no”, but that automated voice from early came on the speakers again. “Takeoff in...3...2…”

And they didn’t hear the one. The roller coaster lurched forward, pressing Brunnhilde flat against the back of her seat. A happy sound bubbled out of her throat. Adrenaline replaced anxiety as bright lights rushed past her head. The ride was just as beautiful on the inside as the outside. The coaster sped through the galaxy, passing constellations and meteorites. She screamed at the top of her lungs, a smile as wide as the Grand Canyon on her face.

When they broke through to the outside, they began their ascent. Brunnhilde glanced over to Thor, who looked better than he had five minutes ago, at least. He looked shaken, yes, but not petrified.

“You good?” she asked, laughing.

Thor nodded. “I guess. It’s not so bad, as long as…”

All the color drained from Thor’s face. His blue eyes fixed on something in the distance. “I thought you said it didn’t go upside down,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Brunnhilde cursed and leaned over to see a set of double loops awaiting them. Guilt rushed through her. “Thor I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

Thor settled back against his seat, like he’d accepted his death and was at peace with it. “It’s fine. It’s my fault for not looking at the thing in the first place.”

The cars crested the top of the incline, and sat there for a moment. Brunnhilde took in the view. It was beautiful.

“Are you going to be okay?” she asked Thor, as the cart slowly slipped down the other side of the hump. Her stomach swirled. In a moment, talking would be impossible.

Thor answered her, but she couldn’t hear it. The ground practically dropped out from under them, shooting the coaster towards the cold cement below. Brunnhilde screeched, and Thor did, too. Only Thor sounded genuinely afraid.

All Brunnhilde could think was, Please don’t throw up.

The ride went quickly, at least for Brunnhilde. Thor had squeezed his eyes shut, and he was clutchin the bars of the ride like a vice. They approached the loops so quickly that she didn’t have time to worry about Thor, but they were through them in 3 seconds flat. The ride was over, then, coming to a screeching halt under a covered building. Their straps came undone automatically, sliding up with a whoosh .

Thor was pale as a sheet, and clearly woozy. Brunnhilde climbed out of her seat and leaned back over to help him. He gripped her wrists tightly, and she had to practically drag him onto the platform. He leaned against her, and she grunted under his weight.

“C’mon,” she said, gently guiding him away from the ride. They weaves through the exiting crowd and right to a bench next to a trash can. Thor collapsed, breathing heavy.

“Are you going to hurl?” Brunnhilde asked, crossing her arms from where she stood, a safe difference away from him. “Because that’s fine, as long I’m standing over here.”

Thor laughed weakly. “I think... ugh , I think I’m okay.”

“Okay, good,” she said, coming back to sit next to him. “You made it through the ride without throwing up, though. You proved your brother wrong.”

Thor nodded. “I did,” he said, smiling. He straightened himself, and exhaled long and slow. “What do you say we find your friend, and find my brother, hm? And hang out?”

Thor didn’t want to leave her as much as she didn’t want to leave him, then, she realized. A grin spread across her face. “Yeah, that’d be great,” she said, nodding. She pushed herself to her feet and held out her hand to help Thor up. “Let’s get you a Sprite.”

Brunnhilde had never believed in love at first sight. It was unrealistic, she’d said, that would never happen to a real person. But the last time she checked, she was very real. Thor was real, too. And as they walked through the theme park, their hands almost subconsciously finding each other, Brunnhilde fell in love.

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Pieces of April [1/?]

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21099044/chapters/50202530

 Summary: On the anniversary of his death, Jason’s second life takes an abrupt new turn and he’s faced with a challenge that neither Batman nor the All-Caste prepared him for.

Rating: PG-13 (rating may change later)

Warning(s): Past Jason/Isabel, kidfic, minor canon character death (pretty sure you can guess who), I’ll add more warnings/tags as I think of them.

Canon-Compliance: Takes place in between the two RHATO series, so after Roy and Kori and before Artemis and Bizarro. Jason and Isabel Ardila 

Author’s Note: Exactly what it says on the can. I’ve had this idea kicking around my head for a while, getting in the way of finishing the next chapter of Philtatos and I figured if I started jotting down the basics of it, I could stop thinking about it. 

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Despite the carefully cultivated exterior of a hardened criminal, Jason Todd is remarkably straight edge.

After what happened to his mother, drugs were never going to be a thing; he stopped smoking long before a lunatic clown beat him to death; and though his preferred hangouts tend to be bars, that’s more to keep an eye out for trouble than for slinging back shots.

There are exceptions, of course.

Coping with any kind of murder that involves kids. The days immediately following another one of Joker’s breakouts and inevitable mind games. Some of the worse fights with Bruce. And certain anniversaries.

Days like today, when all he is boils down to traumatic flashbacks of metal caving in his lungs and high-pitched laughter, and mounting fear turned to begging for the end. Circular thoughts and ‘what-ifs’ that he ignores or pushes to the back of his mind every other day of the year are stronger now, now occupy his mind with the stubbornness of a cancer.

Today’s a day for hard whiskey and keep it coming until he can’t see straight, for everything to melt away behind a fog of false levity until he wakes up again and he can forget for another year.

He’s nearing that point when his phone rings.

It’s not the harsh tune of I Hate Everything About You that he’s programmed for any of the Bats civilian phone lines, but a generic ringtone. Not a call to offer sympathy, but not an emergency.

(If they couldn’t reach the comm in his helmet, they’d just show up.)

He ignores it, goes back to his drink.

There’s a brief silence once it goes to voicemail, and then ten seconds later it rings again. The bartender is giving him a look with raised eyebrows, but Jason just gestures for another finger of whiskey.

Around the fifth time, Jason picks up the phone if only to turn the damn thing off or chuck it at a wall, but pauses at the Caller ID—Gotham General.

What the hell…?

No one he knows would contact him on a public hospital line.

His thumbs fumble as he accepts the call, but even as he barks out, “What?”, he hears a static click and the electronic monotone of his voicemail bidding the incoming caller leave a message.

There’s a pause, and then a stranger’s tired voice comes on the line.

“This message is for Jason Ardila. I’m Dr. Kerry at Gotham General Hospital. We have you listed as the primary contact for Isabel Ardila.” Jason straightens up as best he can at this. “I have news regarding your wife’s condition. It would be best if you came to the hospital as soon as possible. You can reach me at—”

He rattles off a number but Jason doesn’t catch it, mind whirling.

Isabel? Emergency contact? What the hell? Wife? Even more what the hell. At least she knew not to give his real name, but...again, why call him? They aren’t exactly close, and he hasn’t seen or spoke to Isabel since that thing at Elysium.

That was…what…last July?

He counts back again, needing to check his math against his alcohol muzzled brain. In any case, it’s a few months shy of a year, which makes it more than random she’s calling him now.

Wait…

“—can’t make it here within the next two hours, please contact a hospital representative to assist you.”

The message ends. 

Jason stares blearily at the phone for several minutes, trying to put his thoughts in order.

Something needles at the back of his mind, and his thumb smudges across the screen to open his browser, pulling up Gotham General’s staff directory. It takes longer than he’d like to navigate, squinting at text that’s far too small before he remembers he can resize that shit, and finally he locates—

Dr. David Kerry, M.D., F.A.C. S., Obstetrician.

Jason’s stomach lurches.

He counts back again.

April back to July.

Almost nine months.

Nine months since the last time he and Isabel—

No. No way, it must be a coincidence. Probably she just got into some trouble. Trouble that needs the Red Hood to solve, and that’s why she named me as contact.

He scrubs a hand down his face, trying for sobriety.

But then why didn’t she call me and tell me? Why wait until she’s at the goddamn hospital?

And under the care of an obstetrician. That’s…the thing he’s most concerned about.

There’s no way. She said she was seeing someone, if there were anything, it would have to do with him. But then…why contact me and not him?

He’s dimly aware of shrugging his jacket back on, of throwing a bunch of bills on the bar-top and wandering out despite the barkeeper saying something to him. Of getting out into the chill and damp spring air, trying to hail a cab, because yeah, the bike he left in the alley has an autopilot feature, but Jason doesn’t feel like risking road rash if he slips off it on a sharp turn. Which he might do, considering he drops his wallet twice trying to put it back in his jacket.

Also, if he and Isabel need to make a quick exit if she’s hurt, it will be easier for him to steal a car later than try to put her on a bike. And if she’s not alone—

Don’t think about it.

As he gets his wallet back in his pocket, he remembers he basically gave the barkeep all his cash, and shit, does he even have anything left? This means he’s going to waste time going back in and taking it back since the guy hasn’t exactly followed him out to return it. Probably thinks it’s a tip or—

Jason stiffens, that sixth sense honed from a childhood on the street and training under the most paranoid man in the world bypassing his otherwise alcohol clouded senses to warn him. Someone’s behind him.

“Whoever you are, you really don’t want to test me right now,” he growls, speech only a little slurred. Shit-faced or not, he’s still a better fighter than any low-tier thug in Gotham.

“I’m not testing anything, except how much your situational awareness sucks when you’re drunk.”

The voice is dry and familiar, and Jason turns around, half-expecting to come face to face with Red Robin crouched in the shadows. Instead, Tim Drake is several feet away, dressed casually and leaning against a sports car that has no business idling on the streets of Burnley.

Jason didn’t hear him pull up, which means he’s been here a while—and he didn’t notice him.

Need to sober up now.

“The hell are you doing here, Drake?” he snarls to cover up his obvious impaired reactions.  

“It’s the 27th,” the younger man says, slow and careful. “I’m keeping an eye on you.”

Of course, he knows what day it is…

Jason bares his teeth. “In case I do something crazy? Decide to go on a rampage?”

“In case you needed a ride home or someone to talk to or just make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit,” Drake retorts.

“Aren’t you the little do-gooder. How’d you even find me?”

“Roy Harper called me out of the blue. He told me someone should check in on you, and he figured for some reason I’m the best candidate to look in on you.” He shrugs and there’s a frown of confusion on his face. “Don’t know why he thinks so, considering our history.”

Jason suspects it has to do with Drake being the one who got him the information needed to find and save Roy’s ass in Qurac, but he’s not about to say so.  

“Doesn’t answer how you knew I was here.”

Drake raises an eyebrow at that because, yeah, they both know how he found him.

Damn stalker.

Jason rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You found me. You saw me. Now step off, I’m trying to get a cab.”

He turns away and starts heading up the street to the busier intersection.

“Headed to another bar?” Drake wants to know, uncertain, like he’s trying not to sound judgemental.  

“No, screw you very much, I need to get to Gotham General.”

And it’s further proof of how much his mind and his reflexes are on a roller coaster tonight, because he’s actually started the hand that falls upon his shoulder. As it turns him around, he instinctively lashes out with a right hook, but Drake dodges it with embarrassing ease.

His eyes are raking over Jason, up-and-down, re-assessing. “You hurt?”

He’s fishing, Jason thinks; none of them have gone to the hospital for an injury that wasn’t faked in years, least of all Bruce Wayne’s legally dead ex-son. Perhaps that’s why he’s able to detect the genuine concern in the bland question. It’s not laid on as thickly as Dick might do, or tinged with the hint of judgement and self-recrimination from Bruce.

Maybe that’s why he finds himself admitting, “Someone I know might be.”

The younger man nods, understanding; some of the intentness leaves his face.

“I could give you a ride,” he offers, nodding his head at the car. “I could get you there faster than a cab could.”

It’s on the tip of Jason’s tongue to refuse, before he remembers he has no cash.

He glances back at the bar once more, wondering if it’s the better option to “haggle” with the barkeep to get his money back. Suspects that will lead to a fight, which if Drake insists on hanging around (which he suspects he will, even if it’s just watching him from a distance, the creep) he’ll probably intervene in and—

This is getting too complicated.

“Fine,” he sighs at last, earning a blink of surprise from Drake.

No kidding. I’m surprised, too.

Still, if there’s anything going down at the hospital, if this is a trap or something, and Jason needs to ensure Isabel gets out alright, however much he is off his game right now, having Red Robin backing him up wouldn’t be the worst thing ever.

It’s not like they’ve never worked together before, or kicked ass doing it.

Jason course corrects once more, heading for the car. Still, he can’t help making a comment, just to show how much he’d rather not be doing this. “But if we’re doing this chauffeuring thing, you’re gonna keep your mouth shut about it. And fork over whatever coffee I know you have in that shitbox of yours.”

Tim is the one who bares his teeth this time, a sharp, cold smile that Jason suspects is the last thing his enemies ever see. “Call my car a shitbox again, and you can walk.”

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Hey nick! I hope you’re doing good today. I have a question about disney world I know you used to work there so I thought you’d be the best person to ask lol I don’t do good with roller coasters but my cousin wants to go on them 😕I’m scared though like I saw splash mountain is steep and the 7 dwarfs looks like it’s scary. I want to go on rides with everyone but I’m really scared lol sorry

Awww, Anon!  LOL Don’t be sorry.

Listen, I’m not a massive fan of roller coasters either, but I enjoy most of the ones at Disney.  Assuming you’re getting park hopper tickets, I’ll go ahead and rate Disney coasters for you as best I can.  Keep in mind I have injuries and when I say that a ride hurts me, I mean that it upsets those injuries.  If you’re able bodied, you might be able to handle them better, but I thought I’d throw them in anyway.

I rated these more on pain level than anything else, but I tried. Under the jump to save everyone’s dashboard:

Magic Kingdom

Goofy’s Barnstormer:  This is Magic Kingdom’s kid coaster.  Most people rate this one as the least thrilling of all the rides, but honestly, it gives some pretty good twists and turns in there. It’s fun, though. I would recommend starting with this coaster. Try to get a seat in the first few rows for a smoother ride since the back o the train tends to be a little rougher.  

Big Thunder Mountain Railroad:  Most might recommend going to Seven Dwarfs next, but I actually recommend Big Thunder.  You can expect some jerking on Big Thunder, especially when you reach hills so do brace yourself on those.  Fair warning also: you will slide around on this ride.  Don’t worry, you won’t fall out and your lap bar is secure, but you’ll do a lot of slipping and sliding in the seat.  I always take my roommate with me and he weighs about a hundred more pounds than I do and he still slides around in the seat, even with me in it. Don’t be scared, though.  It’s a fun ride and there are no big drops, just those hills that aren’t big.  They’re just jerky.  It doesn’t matter where you sit on this ride, you can get a pretty similar experience.

Seven Dwarfs Mine Train:  Of course, I’ll send you to Mine Train next.  This ride is rougher on me due to my low back problems and that’s why it’s recommended after Big Thunder.  If you have low back problems, be sure to try to lean into curves on this ride because the cars on this ride rock and your body naturally will try to rock to the opposite direction and that will throw your back out.  Other than that, it’s a pretty smooth ride.  Try to ride toward the front.  Ask the cast member at the loading area to be placed in the first few rows and you’ll have an easier experience.  There’s a drop, but it isn’t that big, at least not to me. You’ll be able to see the drop yourself to assess it better.

Space Mountain:  Space Mountain is another that might jerk you around some.  I actually don’t ride this one often because my legs are very long and the seats and restraint are super uncomfortable for me. The way the trains are designed, you are sitting almost directly on top of the track and while the ride itself is pretty fun, I personally don’t find the cars comfortable and my epilepsy acts up if I don’t close my eyes because there are a lot of lights going by and it can be pretty disorienting.  So, yeah, unfortunately, not my personal favorite.  That being said, able bodied people enjoy Space Mountain a whole lot.  As far as rideability goes, the coaster itself isn’t that fast and while there are a couple of little sudden dips, there aren’t any big drops and you get some really cool scenes during the lift hill and you get to experience the projected stars.  So, yeah, I recommend it as long as you’re able bodied.

Splash Mountain:  Splash Mountain is at the bottom of this list because, once again, it’s a ride that upsets my injuries and boy, did it ever. Be warned to really brace on the big drop if you have a bad neck and, even though I braced, I still spent six weeks in a neck brace because of the splash down.  

But really, if your neck and spine are healthy, give it a go.  The big drop is pretty steep and a little fast, but it isn’t that bad at all.  The rest of the ride is pretty easy.  There’s a smaller drop inside the mountain so brace for that one, too.  And, hey, use this to laugh at it if you want:  As you’re going through the mountain, critters will sing to you and there’s a section that sounds like they’re saying “Big nuts, show us your balls” so be as immature as me and have a good laugh to settle yourself.

Magic Kingdom is especially built for kids.  None of the rides are especially scary or too fast.  I mean, you’re going to go faster on the Monorail than you will on most of the rides there so just enjoy them.  One thing that might help you is that the restraints aren’t even there to keep you from falling out, they’re there more to discourage guests from standing up on the rides so you’re as safe as can be on the rides.  I didn’t include other rides because they aren’t at all scary, I promise.  You’ll have fun.

Epcot

Soarin’:  Listen, I hate heights, but I love me some Soarin’.  I get so mad when I can’t get a spot on Soarin’ because it’s my favorite at Epcot.  Best seat in the house is second row in Concourse B or second row at the inner end of Concourses A and C.  However, you won’t get more or less thrill from any of the rows so don’t let the height differences between rows scare you from taking a seat on the first row.  The ride will start with a lift that makes you feel like you’re a little weightless which can be weird at first, but you’ll be okay.  The ride sways gently and sometimes can feel like you’re going fast, but you’re safe in your chair.  It’s a really nice, relaxing ride with nice smells so definitely enjoy the different smells, too.  

Frozen Ever After:  My second favorite at Epcot.  Not at all scary or anything else. It’s just fun.  I rode it before it was Frozen and I actually like the Frozen theme more.

Spaceship Earth: Some people have asked me if this is a scary ride when I worked there so I’m including it, but no, you have nothing to worry about here. It’s about as fast as walking. I actually love Spaceship Earth so just sit back and enjoy this one in some nice AC.

Test Trak:  Okay, so Test Trak is fast.  I think it’s actually the fastest ride in all the parks, but don’t quote me on that.  However, there are no drops.  It’s just sort of straight forward with some banking turns.  It took me a few rides to get used to the speed, but other than that, it’s enjoyable for me.

Any other rides at Epcot are not at all scary.  We are getting  a Guardians of the Galaxy coaster so there’s construction going on there and that one will be an indoor launch coaster which I’ll get into on our next park.

Hollywood Studios

Slinky Dog Dash:  Slinky is pretty smooth and despite how intimidating one of the drops looks, it’s not at all bad.  Slinky is just fun.  It’s less intense even than Big Thunder so enjoy this one.  

Alien Swirling Saucers:  You might slip and slide in this one, but it’s fun.  Don’t be afraid of it at all.

Toy Story Mania:  Yeah, I don’t ride this one unless someone really, really wants to go on it.  It isn’t scary, but it hurts my back a whole lot, so if your back is bad, eeeeehhhhh, just be careful when it moves you to the next shooting gallery.

Hollywood Tower of Terror:  Not my favorite, again because of my neck, but able bodied people should be fine here.  The drops aren’t that bad.  Be aware that it’s random and pulls you up and down a few times so it isn’t just one drop.  All in all, not really scary, but it might be a little disorienting for some and not the best for the neck or people like me.

Rock N Rollercoaster:  This is an indoor launch coaster.  It will launch you from 0 to 60 in just a couple of seconds so keep that head back.  My neck absolutely does not take this ride.  It does have upside down inversions and it’s in the dark so be aware of that one.   I’d say if you’re a beginner on coasters, this one might be scary for you, but you might enjoy it so if you feel like you want to, go have a ride.

Star Tours:  Not scary, but it can be vomit inducing because the ride itself is very hot and can cause motion sickness. I’m not entirely sure why people even like this ride.

Again, any other rides or attractions here are not scary. Hollywood Studios is bringing in Star Wars Land so be aware there’s a lot of construction going on right now.  

Animal Kingdom:

Primeval Whirl:  I probably shouldn’t enjoy this ride as much as I do.  Even for able bodied people, they complain of back and neck pain, but I guess I found a way to brace myself where it doesn’t really bother me too much and I can enjoy the ride.  There are hairpin turns that are painful for me so just be aware that this ride can be pretty jerky, but it’s pretty fun, too.  I don’t find it at all scary.

Dinosaur:  Not really a coaster, but it might be a little on the scary side for new riders.  There are a lot of jumps and the animatronics are pretty big.  I have to shut my eyes for about half the ride because of strobes.  The ride is also really jerky so do brace yourself on it. 

Kali River:  I love Kali River!  It’s just a circular boat river rapids ride that’s way too short, if you ask me.  Great on a hot day.  If you get there at rope drop, you can ride it about five times before the line gets too long.  The only thing I’ll caution you about is that you will absolutely get wet.

Expedition Everest:  Listen, even I’m too chicken shit to go on Everest.  I’ve never been on it and I’m not sure I’ll ever go on it.  My roommate likes it, but he doesn’t always go on it because he doesn’t like to go backwards and there’s a section of the ride where you’re going backwards on a helix.  But hey, just because I’m a giant turkey doesn’t mean you have to be.  People who go on this ride do enjoy it.  

Flight Of Passage:  Never rode it because my legs are too long to be comfortable.  :(  People who have rode it do enjoy it and it’s a simulator so you’re safe on your little saddle thing once you’re all strapped in.

I think that’s it as far as Animal Kingdom’s “scary” rides.  Honestly, you’ll probably be more scared (or grossed out) by the bugs in It’s Tough To Be A Bug than any of the rides here.

[whats-my-question]

Roller Coaster

Summary: You give into going to an amusement park with Eggsy and it becomes a day you’ll never forget

Prompt: 16. “Never again, got it.” and 17. ”Why can’t we go?”

Word count: 570

Pairings:  Eggsy Unwin x reader

Warnings: flufffff

A/N: I’m happy with how this story turned out because I wasn't quite sure where it was going but it got to a cute ending! I hope you like it @enoraturner​! 

Let me know what you guys think :)

“Eggs let me down!” you said pounding his back as he lifted you up

“No not until you agree!” letting out a hefty laugh

“Fine. I guess you’ll have to hold me forever!”

“Why can’t we go (y/n/n)?” carefully placing your feet on the ground

“Because the last time we went to the park, you rode the roller coaster so many time you threw up. Not once, not twice but thrice and I had to drive home in evening traffic.” crossing your arms but having a soft expression on your face cause you knew you had fun that day

“I know but we had so much fun that day! Remember when I won that cute stuffed penguin for you and then when that older couple told us that we reminded them of themselves. They had been together for 70 years! Come on please (y/n)? I have a feeling it’ll be even better than last time and I promise not to ride the coaster so many times I vomit.”

“You mean the stuffed penguin that JB got to an hour after being home?”

“Haha that same one! I promise if we go, I’ll win you another one!” hugging you

“Fine Eggsy, we’ll go!”

After an hour, you both were ready to go. You decided to wear you ripped jeans and a comfy pull over hoodie but Eggsy decided to wear his nicer pair of jeans, that didn’t sag and a nice t-shirt, that he only wears for more than casual but not too formal events. You thought it was odd but didn’t think twice about it but he had a plan and he was going to make this day, a day you’d never forget. You two finally got to the park, paid for your tickets, and were now headed to the coaster.

“I can’t believe you’re forcing me to go on this ride with you.” sighing but giving him a hug

“I know you enjoy the thrill of it so shush, haha.” kissing your forehead

It was your turn and Eggsy let you go in first and he followed. But by the time you had wrapped your head around being on the ride, it was over.

“Thank god its over!” getting up from the seat

“Let’s go again. It’s always better the second time!” pulling you back to the line

“Never again, got it Eggs!” waving your finger in his face

“Please, I promise one last time and then we’ll go see the photos.” grabbing your hand leading you to the line

You gave in because he looked very happy about it. Eggsy was right, it was better a second time. He then took your hand as you headed over to the photo line. You two had to wait a few until your picture came up and that’s when you saw it. He was holding a sign that read ‘Will you marry me?’ You gasped and turned to him to see him on his knee with a little black box.

“I promise to give you the best life I possibly can. I promise to give you all that I am. I promise to love you for the rest of our lives. So will you marry me (y/n)?” he started to turn red in the face

“Yes, of course I will marry you Eggs!” bending over to kiss him as he slipped the ring on your finger

[sweetness47]

New Coffee, New Chance Part 8

Pairing Misha x reader

Warnings: violence, language, smut, forced sexual favors, assault, MATURE 18+

Summary: Daryl has kidnapped you and Misha, and is forcing you to do anything he wants, in front of your love. Misha isn’t angry at you, he knows it’s not your fault. He has sworn that if he ever gets the chance he will kill your asswipe of a husband. And what about Jared and Jensen? Are they safe? Will they be able to find you before Daryl does the one thing you dread most?

A/N: I am going to write some of the story from Misha’s point of view, and from Jared’s. I will make sure each area is clearly marked as to who’s telling the story.

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Jared’s PoV:

One of the guards that Daryl had shot while kidnapping Misha didn’t have a fatal wound, and managed to make his way to the studio, and I caught him limping out of the corner of my eye. Nudging Jensen, we ran to him and helped him to a chair. While the director called 911, the guard told us what happened. Jensen and I immediately called our families, who assured us they were fine. We informed the police of Misha’s kidnapping and possibly Y/N’s as well. Assurance was given that the police protection around our families would double, and they would do everything they could to find our friend and my cousin. And for as much as we wanted to let the cops handle this, we knew Daryl was beyond dangerous, with his biggest obsession being Y/N.

Jensen and I knew filming would be suspended until Misha was found, so we decided to do some investigating ourselves. I went to my cousin’s house to see what I could find there. Jensen went to Misha’s house. We made arrangements to meet up in an hour at the studio. Jensen had the police come to Misha’s home when he discovered the bodies of the guards and the unconscious home care aide. He procured Y/N’s phone before the cops came, and showed it to me when we met later. I didn’t find much at her apartment, other than the fact that it had been gone through, and not neatly either. Clothing and furniture were strewn everywhere. Dishes were broken and the windows were all smeared with food and dish particles. Two of them were broken. There goes the damage deposit.

I was extremely happy to see my cousin’s phone. I knew she had implanted a tracker under her skin, not visible or detectable to anyone or anything. I was the only one who knew. Using her phone number I activated the tracker through her phone, and then set up Jensen’s phone to do the same, in case we got separated for any reason. Night was falling fast, meaning we were running out of time. We ate and grabbed a few hours of sleep, knowing we needed to be alert when we went hunting.

Misha’s PoV”:

“You fucking bastard, I swear when I am free of these restraints I will kill you! Do you hear me?” I was livid, watching Daryl abuse Y/N like that. Every part of me wanted to rip his head from his body and burn it. I shook with anger, and all I saw was red.

I tried to soothe her after he left. I couldn’t reach her to hug or comfort her the way I wanted, but I tried to at least consol her with words. She smiled weakly, nodding, but I knew she was ashamed of what had happened, what Daryl had forced her to do.

“It’s not your fault babe. He is a monster, not you.” I paused, watching her cast her gaze down to the floor. “Y/N, look at me please.” Tears stained that beautiful face as she met my eyes. “Honey, you have done nothing wrong except try to help me. I am not angry with you. Please rest, help is coming soon. I promise.”

I watched her finally drift off to sleep and sent up a silent prayer of thanks. I could only hope that I sounded sincere. Jared and Jensen had to be looking for us by now. They would have the police involved, but I knew my friends, and I knew they would be looking themselves. My wrists ached and were covered in cuts and scrapes. The shackles that held us were quite sharp around the edges, and the more I struggled against them, the worse the cuts got. But none of that mattered, Y/N was what mattered. She had become my entire world, and I couldn’t bare to lose her. I was grateful when I finally drifted off in slumber, albeit restless, broken slumber, but rest none the less.

Y/N PoV:

I woke up stiff and sore. I glanced over at Misha, still sleeping, and felt horrible for what had happened the night before. He assured me that I wasn’t to blame, that he wasn’t angry with me. The love I saw in his eyes made me believe him. My heart floated to cloud 11, just when I thought I couldn’t love the man more.

Booted footsteps coming down the hall snapped me out of my daydream, and woke Misha as well. Daryl strode in, took one look at my soiled state, and went out of the cell, only to come back with a fire hose. I cringed as he turned on the water and sprayed me down, not even caring about the fact that it was cold. Well cold is an understatement, it was ice cold, freezing. I screamed and tried to avert my face as the force of the water slammed into me like a tidal wave. I shivered as the frigid streams covered me from head to toe, my thin, torn clothing providing no protection from the onslaught.

Once he was done with the hose, he came over and tore off what remained of my top and shorts. He also made quick work of my undergarments, and grabbed one of the dusty blankets on a nearby bed. Quickly and with no regard for gentleness or personal space, he dried off the cold droplets and then left me to shiver on the floor while he brung in the food he was originally going to serve us. It was cold, stale bread and old, half-cooked eggs. I gagged as he shoved the plate in front of me and ordered me to eat. He gave one to Misha as well. I could only assume he wanted to keep Misha alive to keep me submissive.

He left the cell, locking it as he went. I shivered, my teeth chattering now. I looked at the food and shoved the plate away with my foot. I tried as best as I could to huddle in the cover, but with my hands and feet in the chains it wasn’t easy. I couldn’t reach half my legs, and I couldn’t bring my knees to my chest or cross my legs to sit. Great, I thought to myself, I get to die from hypothermia. Fan-friggen-tastic. I look at Misha, who is watching me intently, making sure I’m ok.

“I’m fine, just a little cold.” I state, earning a raised brow and a smile from him. “I can’t feel my feet though, they feel like icicles. And I can’t stop shivering Misha. I guess I’m beyond cold, I’m fucking frozen. I think Elsa moved in next door and got angry or something.” Misha smiles at my movie joke, but he can’t hide the concern in his eyes.

“Y/N, just hang on. Try to focus, think of my arms around you. Think of us sitting by a fire, holding each other, with only our skin as our blankets. Think of us on a warm, tropical beach, soaking in the sun. Please, just hold on baby.” Misha’s words penetrate the icy wall around me, bringing my eyes to meet his. I have stopped shivering now, just the heat from his gaze warming me, his desire shooting straight through to my core, melting it, making me hot with lust and with an overwhelming love for the man in front of me.

We are interrupted again, as the cell door swings open and Daryl looks down at our untouched plates of food. He scowls and kicks the shitty meals out of the door. Then he comes toward me, a wicked grin on his face, and all my warmth is now gone, replaced by a fear, freezing me in one spot, unable to move as his large dirty hands make a grab for me. Too late I try to dodge him, and get a boot in my ribs for my effort. Misha strains against his chains, shouting all kinds of profanity and threats as Daryl takes away my blanket and tosses it aside. Then he pins me down with his body, making sure Misha has a clear view of my vaginal area. Then he shoves three fingers inside me, forcing me to open for him, and I scream. He fucks me with his hand, trying to make me orgasm, while making Misha watch. I close my eyes and think of the worst images I can, anything to keep from giving Daryl what he wants. It seems to work at first. Who knew that uncooked raw meat and mealworms weren’t romantic images?

Daryl begins to get angry, seeing his plan to force my orgasm isn’t working. He ups the ante then, using his mouth to give my clit pleasure while his fingers continue their assault. It’s almost too much for me to ignore, but I manage to fend off the growing heat in my core. I hate Daryl so much, I’ll never willingly give him the satisfaction of pleasuring me. Unfortunately my body begins to cave, and my hips begin to buck, trying to make me cum. I scream, desperate to make it stop. Daryl slaps my inner thigh, and then bites my clit. I yell at him, and struggle to break free from this nightmare.

“Give in to the orgasm bitch, or your boyfriend will become a one-handed wonder, and you will have to watch him bleed out!” he sneers. Misha shakes his head, yelling at me to ignore Daryl. But I can’t. Misha is my world. I can’t let him get hurt.

My body spasms as I cry out, the intense waves crash over me, my pelvis bucking to meet his fingers as he rides out my roller coaster that is my orgasm. I blush and turn away in shame and anger, then vomit, as a new hatred of Daryl fills my mind. Misha, still struggling to break free from his bonds, calls out to me, and shouts new threats and profanity at Daryl. Daryl responds by licking my wet throbbing pussy in front of Misha, then walking over and kicking him multiple times in the ribs. I yell at my husband to stop, begging, pleading. But it falls on deaf ears. When the beating is finally over, Misha is groaning on the floor, in horrible pain, and Daryl walks away laughing again.

I scramble over as close to Misha as I can once Daryl leaves, calling his name, trying to see how bad the injuries are. He rolls towards me, and I can see him coughing up blood. “Hang on Misha. Please. I’m so sorry.” I am crying again, fearful that my fucking asshole of a husband may have finally gone too far.

I hear more coughing as he tries to sit up. “Y/N. You can’t blame yourself. None of this is your fault. I’m fine. You need to get that blanket around you and get warm.” He says, still more worried for my well-being than his.

I grab the blanket and wrap it around myself as best I can. Misha is trying to rest his body, and I can hear his breathing struggle. I know his ribs are seriously injured, and the ribs have punctured a lung. If he doesn’t get medical attention soon, he could die, drowning in his own blood. Then I will kill Daryl myself, making sure his death is worse than what Misha’s would be.

I let him rest and silently pray that Jared and Jensen find us soon. I check my intimate areas for injuries resulting from the earlier assault. My inner thighs have bite marks, but aren’t bleeding. My clit is swollen and there is some blood where Daryl bit me. There doesn’t seem to be any life-threatening damage though, thankfully. Right now my focus is Misha. I can’t lose him. But I’m powerless right now to help him, and I don’t trust Daryl to help him either. I trust Daryl about as far as I can throw him, which is like in the negatives.

Daryl comes in a couple of hours with some food that is supposed to be our lunch. Moldy cheese and stale bread with rusty water…yum. I take one look at the plates and dry heave, since I have nothing left to actually throw up. Daryl kicks the plate toward me anyways, and shoves one toward Misha. He leaves as he calls out “Eat up sweetcakes, you’re gonna need that energy later. We are going to have some great fun!” and walks away humming. I gag more, my stomach turning at the thought of what he plans to do later. My worst fears spring to mind, and I have flashbacks of that horrible night again.

Jared’s PoV:

We woke up a few hours later, and set to work tracking Y/N and Misha. Jensen and I knew we needed to find them quickly. The tracker was faint at first, and it was hard to follow. Jensen said they might be in a warehouse basement, which would explain the crappy signals. We just had to keep trying, and the warehouse idea gave us our first search area. One by one, we went through all the industrial areas within a 20 kilometer radius. The tracker wouldn’t be detectable beyond that range. The first two were unsuccessful results, but we got lucky on the third. The signal slowly got stronger, but was bouncing from building to building, all the electrical panels and low radiation levels confusing the signal. At least we had the right area now. We stopped the car and decided to split up. There were 5 buildings that fit the qualifications. Both Jensen and I took out our own personal handguns (yes we had permits) and went to work. We sent word to Jensen’s cop friends, letting them know where we were, and to send units asap.

Having done hunting on the TV show, we knew the drills for being careful. I started with the building labeled ‘A – Red’, looking for any way in. I finally came by a door with an old boarded up window and a cheap lock. I ran back to the car and grabbed a crowbar, then went back to the door. The lock broke easily enough, and I went in quietly, thankful that the door didn’t squeak. Slowly, flashlight in hand, I searched every square inch of the main floor and upstairs, ruling those out. Then I found my way to the basement area. Opening the entrance I peered around the corner and down the stairs, noticing there was lights on and voices. I also heard screaming, and breathed a quick sigh of relief as I recognized my cousin’s yelling. But that also meant she was in great danger. I had to act fast. I sent a quick text to Jensen, waited for it to send, and then cautiously made my way down.

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Rin (during season 2) collapses during practice for whatever reason :D

I presume by stressing season 2 you are indicating a Sousuke pairing? I’m just guessing hopefully that’s alright.

So I gave Rin a middle ear infection which causes vertigo and can also cause a fever, nausea, and vomiting. It’s also something you can get when you swim a lot.

(Ps. This story has a partial hospital setting)

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He had been feeling off that day and the day previously. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he just felt off balance and wobbly, like he had just gotten off of a roller coaster ride. It didn’t affect him too severely though, because he hardly noticed it when he was swimming. It wasn’t until he hoisted himself out of the pool and stood up that it really hit him.

He felt dizzy and was having trouble seeing strait. Trying to focus his vision made him feel even nauseous and he could hardly stand upright.

Sousuke was at the other end of the pool talking to some younger swimmers, when he noticed Rin acting strangely. He excused himself from talking to them, and made his way over to Rin.

Rin could only see a figure approaching him and he didn’t know it was Sousuke until he was only a few feet away.

He gulped saliva in his mouth and tried with all his might to stand up strait.

“Hey, you alright Rin?” Sousuke came up to him with his hands on his hips.

Rin wanted nothing more than to tell him he was fine but he was so dizzy he was barely functioning. He tried to open his mouth but the moment he did, he pitched forward and with a heave spewed vomit all over the ground in front of Sousuke.

He was almost glad he couldn’t see the look on Sousuke’s face as he swayed slightly for a moment before Sousuke became a blurry figure that was getting farther away. He was pretty sure he could hear Sousuke calling him but he could only hear muffled sounds. The walls seemed like they were closing in on him until everything slowly faded to black.

He hit the ground so fast Sousuke didn’t even have a chance to register he was falling.

He dropped his clipboard and kneeled at Rin’s side. “Rin? Rin!” He touched his shoulder, shouting at him. “Go get help.” He told one of the younger swimmers, who nodded and ran off.

“Rin? Come on, wake up man.” A small amount of vomit dropped out of the side of Rin’s mouth and Sousuke used his sleeve to mop it off his face. He wasn’t the type to panic but at that moment he was having difficulty remaining calm.

Slowly, Rin regained consciousness and he tried to open his eyes. His eyelids felt heavy and they opened slowly. “Sousuke?” He tried to get up but Sousuke wouldn’t let him, and encouraged him to stay laying down.

“Don’t move Rin just relax. I’ve got some help coming.” He told Rin softly.

“What happened?” Rin could feel his shoulder aching where he presumably fell. “Help me up.” Rin tried to sit up again and Sousuke tried to stop him, but he wasn’t quick enough.

The moment he sat up, the dizziness returned, along with the feeling of nausea.

“Just lay down Rin. We don’t want you getting sick again do we?”

Rin was confused as to why Sousuke was talking to him in in such a patronizing manner, but he laid back nonetheless. He tried to breath through his nose, shutting his eyes, remaining as calm as he could. But the nausea didn’t go away with lack of movement. It persisted, even as he was laying as still as a log.

“Sousuke. I think-guh- I might be sick again.” He warned.

“Okay, just hold on a second Rin.” Sousuke begged. He carefully rolled Rin on his side and lifted him up by the shoulders. Rin’s head flopped forwards, and his chin rested on his chest. Sousuke lightly placed his hand over Rin’s forehead to support his neck. “There. It’s okay now Rin.”

Rin was so close to him he could feel his heart beating as their wet skin touched. He was entirely at the mercy of Sousuke. He didn’t have the strength to hold himself up, so if he let go, Rin would fall face forward.

Sousuke could feel Rin’s wet hair between his fingers as he supported his head. He noticed that Rin was abnormally warm despite being soaked with pool water.

Rin coughed weakly, and even that made it difficult for Sousuke to hold him up. Rin continued with a gag and he almost dropped him. Sousuke grabbed him around his abdomen and back, supporting his entire body. The next time Rin gagged, his back curled over until it was pushing against Sousuke’s chest. But this time Sousuke had him in a strong hold, supporting Rin’s entire body as it rebelled against him.

Sousuke could hear a sound coming from inside Rin’s throat. The sound was similar to hearing him chug a soda, but he knew it really was.

Rin’s stomach contents shot up this esophagus and into his mouth. His body lurched forward and he spat out the fowl liquid onto the concrete ground.

“That’s it Rin. It’s okay.” Sousuke ran his fingers through his hair and Rin continued to gag. Then he was sick a second time, coving the first pile of sick with a second layer.

Help appeared behind them and Sousuke turned Rin in a more suitable position to be tended to. He brought Rin back into his arms and had him lay his head in the crevice of his elbow.

“I’m c-c-cold.” Rin was shivering.

“It’s okay. There’s someone here to help you now.” Sousuke wiped vomit from the corner’s of his lips.

Rin looked up and saw a man dressed in red clothing, crouching down to look at him. “We’re going to take you to the emergency room to check you over.” He explained.

“What?” Rin began to panic. “No! Sousuke don’t let them take me away!” He squirmed in his arms trying to push himself up but he was too weak.

“The fever might be influencing his behavior.” The paramedic told Sousuke. “For his own safety he should he brought in.”

Sousuke nodded hesitantly and let the man tend to Rin. Rin tried to struggle, but he was so weak that he didn’t even have the strength to hold himself up.

He was strapped into a rolling bed and put inside an ambulance.

“Sousuke! Don’t leave me alone!” He cried, trying, unsuccessfully to unbuckle the straps around his body.

The parametric granted Sousuke permission to ride with Rin, so he got in the car.

The moment the vehicle started moving Rin began moaning loudly.

“What is it Rin?” Sousuke put his hand on his arm.

Rin responded with a sound that sounded like a wet burp, but he looked up to see sick dripping down Rin’s chin and down his shirt.

“Shit Rin.” Although Rin had already been sick three times he was still caught by surprise.

The paramedic sitting in the back with them, wiped Rin’s face with a towel and handed him a basin.

Rin must have been sick four times over the course of the short ride. By the time they got to the hospital he was drained and ready to lay in a bed and sleep.

He was only half conscious as he was poked and prodded by nurses and doctors.

After what felt like two hours, a nurse gave him a liquid medication for him to drink, explaining it was for his fever.

“I have a fever?” Rin looked at Sousuke who confirmed with a nod.

Rin sighed, but swallowed down the liquid obediently.

He only just realized he had a basin in his lap and had been undressed and put in a gown.

“What’s this for?” Rin pointed to the basin.

“In case you need to puke any more. Although I’d be amazed if you still had anything left in our stomach.” He told him.

Rin wasn’t sure what he meant, and was wondering if he was missing something. But as the minutes went by he thought there might be some credit to Sousuke’s claim.

He felt nauseous, and it escalated quickly. He wore a pained expression on his face and sat in bed curled up with his arms wrapped around his stomach. Sousuke didn’t seem as surprised anymore. “Rin? Are you going to be sick?”

Rin swallowed hard, before nodding, and Sousuke came around the other side the the bed.

“Just make sure to use this.” Sousuke held up the basin for him. “I don’t think you would want to have to change your gown again.” He said lightheartedly.

“Again?” Rin was lost. “Sousuke.” He turned to look at him with droopy eyes. “How l long have I been here?”

Sousuke looked up at the clock and counted for a moment. “Almost five hours.”

Rin was flabbergasted. “You’ve been here this whole time?”

Sousuke shrugged. “I was worried about you.”

Rin felt a strange warmness come over him as he heard him say this. But the nice feeling was short lived as he felt his stomach muscles contract and liquid shoot up his throat.

Sousuke grabbed the basin and held it under Rin’s chin as he leaned over and vomited up all the liquid medicine the nurse had given him.

“Gah. There goes the second dose.” Sousuke frowned.

Rin spat out the remaining taste in his mouth. “Second?”

“We’ve been trying to get your fever down for hours now, but you can’t seem to keep down any medicine.” He wore a look of worry on his face.

Rin felt bad for being the source of Sousuke’s distress, but he wasn’t sure how to comfort him.

The doctor returned in the room with a sigh. “No good?” He pulled up a chair and sat beside Rin with a clipboard. “Well Mr. Matsouka, I’ve given you the strongest anti-emetic we have and you still can’t hold anything in your stomach, so the tentative diagnosis is a middle ear infection. It could be causing all your symptoms. May I ask, do you frequently swim?” He looked at Rin seriously.

Rin might have chuckled if he hadn’t been to tired. “Yes, I do.”

The doctor patted Rin’s shoulder with a smile. “I’ll get a line of antibiotics set up for you. You’re fever should be gone in a few hours.”

The doctor left, and Sousuke sighed a loud breath of relief. “You really had me scared you know?” He said, sounding mildly annoyed. “And all it tuned out to be was an ear infection? I always knew you were a lightweight.” He punched Rin’s arm lightly.

Rin crossed his arms. “Oh shut up.”

Then the two were silent for a brief moment before Rin spoke. “Thanks for staying with me.” He couldn’t look Sousuke in the eyes, but Sousuke chucked at Rin. “That’s alright. You’d do the same for me.”

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Disney World is becoming a nightmare for people with motion sickness

Some famous mice appear in a parade at Tokyo Disneyland.

Image: yoshikazu tsuno/AFP/Getty Images

Hey, Disney: Your virtual reality rides are making everyone sick. 

While I meet the occasional lucky soul who can ride in cars, planes, boats, and trains with no problem, the majority of people I know are affected by motion sickness to some degree. The CDC agrees, noting that “Given sufficient stimulus, all people with functional vestibular systems can develop motion sickness.”

SEE ALSO: Now you can virtually explore Disney parks without spending a buck

When I visited Walt Disney World last week, I didn’t think I’d have to worry. Most traditional theme park rides (roller coasters, log flumes, and the like) don’t generally trigger my motion sickness, or those of people I know. They rarely last longer than a couple of minutes, and so there’s only so much they can throw us around. Plus, the open air helps to alleviate the nausea. 

But when I arrived and browsed the list of adult headliners, I realized that many of them didn’t look like the theme park rides I experienced as a child. Many of them now have heavy elements of virtual reality, something that I know from many hours of attempting games on the Oculus Rift was likely to make me very sick. 

As a child, such rides were few enough that I’d be able to skip them. Now, however, it appears that avoiding VR would mean skipping some of the most popular, and technologically advanced Disney World attractions. I took the L and rode three of them: Star Tours: The Adventures Continue (I’ll let you guess which box-office-shattering franchise that’s based on), Mission: SPACE (an older ride that was rebooted last summer), and Animal Kingdom’s new blockbuster Avatar Flight of Passage. Unlike the headliners of my childhood, these rides all consisted of sitting in a dark room, donning 3D glasses, and staring at a screen. 

Image: kent phillips/disney resorts via Getty Images

It’s not that the rides weren’t awesome. They were — or they would have been, if my friend and I didn’t spend most of each experience trying hard not to vomit.  

Avatar Flight of Passage, following what was almost a three-hour wait, was a stunning simulation of a journey through James Cameron’s Pandora on a magic dragon (or whatever it’s called, I haven’t seen the movie). Atop our virtual mounts we swooped and spun at terrifyingly high speeds, littering our journeys with corkscrews and barrel rolls. My friend and I stumbled out of the chamber very close to vomiting, and were nauseous for the next few hours, which hindered our experience on future rides. 

Star Tours was even worse. We sat in a simulated spaceship that hurled through an asteroid field, ducking and dodging various space obstacles, abruptly changing direction and altitude every few seconds. My friend and I both had out eyes shut for about half the ride. We agreed that had it continued for another 20 seconds or so, we would have covered the chamber with our breakfast. 

It’s clear from looking over Disney’s slate of newest rides, as well as those at competitors like Universal and SeaWorld, that such companies think virtual reality rides are the future. And maybe they are. 

A friend who doesn’t get motion sick was aghast when I suggested that perhaps Disney could make its VR rides a bit tamer. “But those are the whole point of the ride,” he said of the corkscrews and barrel rolls. He has a point. In VR, Disney can subject riders to faster speeds and wilder, longer rides than it would ever have the budget to build IRL. 

SEE ALSO: Humanity’s next challenge? Creating IRL avatars (Yes, really)

On the other hand, those rides meant I spent a good portion of my days at Disney World nauseous and wishing I was lying down. As more traditional headlining roller coasters are replaced by rides with virtual reality components, it’s less likely that I’ll choose one of those parks as my vacation spot. 

So theme parks, as you advance into a new digital age, please consider your motion-sick patrons. We appreciate the “motion sickness” warnings, we really do. But at the point at which those warnings are on 75% of your most exciting rides, we still have to decide whether to spend a good chunk of our day waiting for our friends on a bench, or a good chunk of our day sick. 

Is there any hope? I think there might be, as evidenced by a third ride, Epcot’s newly rebooted space-flight simulator Mission: SPACE. This virtual reality ride is so intense that the throw-up bags with which any sufferer of motion sickness is well acquainted are provided beside each seat. This ride has two versions: the “Orange” ride for the full experience, and the “Green” ride for a less intense experience. 

Outside Mission: SPACE Green live space computers.

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My friend took the orange ride, and confirmed that it was full of corkscrews, fast stops and starts, donuts, loop-the-loops, and everything that makes my stomach churn. I chose the green ride, and could not have been happier. The green ride was very smooth, and gave me the sensation of flying through space without throwing me back and forth. 

In the future, theme parks should follow Epcot’s lead and consider adding a tame option to their virtual reality rides. Yes, the green ride was less exciting than its orange counterpart, but it was 10 times better than waiting outside, or vomiting in Mickey’s backyard. By offering guests an option to take a less intense version of a VR ride designed specifically to minimize motion sickness, theme parks can significantly improve the experience of many of their guests. 

There’s clearly demand for this: While Mission: SPACE’s Orange ride had a slightly longer line, the Green ride still was having no trouble filling its pods. As a bonus, this would probably help reduce wait times (seriously, three hours for an Avatar ride is insane). 

Yes, the future is great and awesome and exciting. But please, as you move forward into all its possibilities, keep an eye on those of us who are clutching barf bags while we follow. 

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Read more: https://mashable.com/2018/03/16/disney-world-rides-make-people-sick/

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