80s and 90s Preferences, Imagines & Headcannons

ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕞𝕒𝕟

Once upon a time, Corey Feldman, my boyfriend, and I embarked on an adventurous quest that turned out to be one of the most foolish things we had ever done. It all started on a sunny Saturday afternoon when we decided to explore an abandoned amusement park on the outskirts of town.

As we entered the park, a sense of excitement mixed with apprehension filled the air. The rusty gates creaked open, and we stepped into a forgotten world of faded colors and crumbling rides. The dilapidated roller coasters stood tall like ancient relics, a testament to a bygone era.

Corey, always the daredevil, spotted a decrepit Ferris wheel in the distance. "Hey babe, let's see if we can get it moving again!" he suggested with a mischievous grin.

I hesitated at the idea, but the sparkle in Corey's eyes was infectious. "Alright, let's give it a shot," I replied, my voice laced with nervous anticipation.

We approached the rusty machinery, and Corey began tinkering with the controls. "I think I can fix this," he said, his voice filled with determination.

Minutes turned into hours as Corey tirelessly worked on the ancient mechanism. Suddenly, a loud screech echoed through the park, and the Ferris wheel jerked into life. We exchanged excited glances, not believing our luck.

As we boarded the creaky Ferris wheel, Corey and I settled into one of the worn-out seats. The ascent was slow and steady, each creak of the wheel echoing our rising heartbeat. From the top, we had a breathtaking view of the abandoned park, the overgrown foliage lending an eerie beauty to the scene.

"Can you believe we actually got this thing working?" Corey exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of awe and pride.

"I know, it's incredible," I replied, my voice tinged with a hint of disbelief.

Just as we reached the peak of our ascent, disaster struck. The Ferris wheel came to an abrupt halt, leaving us suspended high above the ground. Panic washed over us as we realized the controls had malfunctioned, trapping us in mid-air.

"Corey, what do we do now?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He looked at me, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "Well, it seems we've gotten ourselves into quite a predicament," he said, trying to suppress a laugh. "But hey, at least we have each other, right?"

I couldn't help but laugh at Corey's optimistic outlook. "You always manage to find the silver lining, don't you?"

As we waited for help to arrive, Corey and I shared stories, dreams, and laughter. Time seemed to fly by as we sat suspended in the air, our fears momentarily forgotten. Our foolish adventure had brought us closer together, reminding us of the importance of seizing the moment and finding joy in the most unexpected places.

Eventually, a rescue team arrived and safely brought us back to solid ground. We thanked them profusely, realizing the true extent of our foolishness. But despite the mishap, Corey and I knew that our misadventure had created memories that would last a lifetime.

And so, with our hearts filled with laughter and a newfound appreciation for the unpredictable nature of life, Corey and I walked hand in hand, ready to face whatever foolishness or adventures lay ahead.