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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 10 months ago

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 39.5

(this takes place just before their first day back to school after the events of season one)

They slip out of the trailer.

The park is just waking up around them, a few birds chirping, Mr. Robinson’s car starting up as he drives to work. One of their older neighbors must have fallen asleep with the television on – he can hear its static blaring all the way out here.

It makes a shiver run up his spine. That almost familiar, eerie sound that resonates through a Demogorgon’s call.

But, the sun is shining and Steve’s safe and whole and warm at his side. So, he brushes it off, skipping over to the passenger side of the van and holds it open for Steve with a bow.

Steve rolls his eyes, but there’s no more desperation bleeding into his expression. He’s like a caged bird, freed. He even settles his fingers daintily into Eddie’s flourished out hand, like he’s a maiden being helped into a carriage.

Eddie closes the door once all of Steve’s limbs are in and accounted for, and damn near skips around the front of the van and flings himself into the driver’s seat.

Dio blares out of his speakers when he turns the key until Steve reaches over to turn the dial down. Eddie tries to pout about it but the edges of his mouth keep turning up.

Steve’s slumped over in the passenger seat, arms crossed as he lolls his head sideways against the headrest to glare over at Eddie. “You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”

“It’s a surprise.” He bites his lip against a grin as Steve huffs and rolls his head the other direction to glare out his window.

Eddie taps his fingers to the quiet beat of the song, blood sizzling with anticipation.

It’s a short drive, made longer by the careful way he’s stopping and starting, taking each turn ten below his usual. There’s precious cargo barely on the mend in here, and he won’t risk damaging it any more.

He pulls into an empty parking space, easing his foot onto the break. There’s only one other car in the lot, but the open sign in the front window of the diner is lit up. It’s a lurid red, but Eddie’s willing to forgive it.

“This is the surprise?” Steve asks. He’s not glaring anymore, but he’s looking doubtfully out of the windshield, eyebrows raised as he eyes the diner’s front door like he’s never seen it before. “Breakfast?”

Eddie reaches over to pinch his side – softly, gently – until Steve laughs that honking pig laugh that Eddie loves so much and has so rarely heard.

“You don’t remember?” Eddie asks, teasing. “You said you’d kill for some bacon, and now you don’t even want to go in?”

There’s something fathomless in Steve’s eyes as he finally looks over at Eddie. It makes heat pool in Eddie’s gut, sinking into him until he’s aflame. He wants to scoop out Steve’s brain, figure out what’s ticking away in there. He wants to rip out one of Steve’s eyelashes and make a wish.

“I remember,” Steve murmurs, looking up into Eddie’s eyes.

He still looks sallow and tired, but there’s a rudy pink blooming on his cheeks by the time Eddie rounds the van again to open his door. He doesn’t hold out his hand this time, but Steve still settles his fingers onto Eddie’s shoulder and uses it to lever himself up and out.

Eddie rushes back around to lock the van. Steve doesn’t wait for him, but he holds the door open wide to let Eddie in. There’s a little bell dangling off the handle that jingles under Steve’s shaky grip.

Eddie hurries in.

The waitress moves at her usual sleepy pace, calling out a quiet, “mornin’”, as she heads over to their chosen booth with unnecessary menus.

Her eyes widen when she catches sight of Steve’s state, but she doesn’t comment, just takes their orders and walks away without writing anything down.

They settle into sleepy silence.

Eddie’s breath stutters in his lungs when he feels Steve’s foot hook atop his under the booth. He taps the toes of his boot three times against Steve’s tennis shoe and smiles across at him.

The cook must be raring to go because it takes less than ten minutes for their waitress to round the partition, arms laden with dishes piled high with food.

Eddie’d followed Steve’s lead, so there’s two of everything. The pancakes are fluffy, squares of butter melting at their centers, sides of warmed maple syrup just waiting to be poured. The hashbrowns are greasy and crip on the outside, soft on the center.

The bacon’s bubbling with fat, edges crisp, steam still rising from its surface. Fresh off the griddle. Eddie skewers a piece on his fork. He thrusts it up toward the middle of the table, nudging Steve’s sneaker repeatedly.

“What?”

“A toast!” Eddie calls, beaming across at Steve when he finally gets with the program and raises his own fork and its dangling bacon. Eddie clinks their forks together. Fat drops in fat drops down onto the previously clean table. “To fresh starts!”

Steve brings his fork down to his mouth and takes a huge bite, closing his eyes in apparent ecstasy. “To good bacon.”

“And a monster free life.”

“And staying right-side-up.”

“Here, here!” Eddie cries, ignoring the way the waitress is glaring at the mess and ruckus their making.

Because Steve’s smiling down at his food, taking big, savoring bites. The edges of the morning have been sanded down.

Besides, it’s only fair. All Eddie had wanted when he got out was to hug Uncle Wayne, and he had. Steve doesn’t have a Wayne, so if he wants bacon, he gets bacon.

Eddie’d make sure of it, for as long as Steve will let him.

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#realized while editing that Steve had said his greatest wish during truth or dare was to get bacon at the diner and then they just never go?#anyway. added this!#my fic #steddie upsidedown au #anyway. not the update everyone wanted probably but honestly i found a COUPLE loose threads while editing so i'll probably make my way #all the way through before finishing the end. to make sure there aren't any more that I actually care about

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radaverse · 10 months ago

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truth or dare 💀

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achaotichuman · 21 days ago

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Day 3 of Thirty Days Of Tamcien! I apologise for the lateness of this one, I was busy second-guessing myself.

If you would like to join in on this little unofficial event, the prompts list is here!

This one was supposed to be mostly smut, but the vibes just WUHEH8F DID NOT WORK FOR ME

So it's mostly two sappy idiots. But I love that anyway!

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

It was laughable how it happened.

Entirely like a cheesy movie, or one of those trashy romances Lucien liked to read from time to time.

They’d been hanging out in Tamlin’s apartment, feeling the faint buzz of alcohol, the warmth under their skin. Laughing about something or other, neither really remembered, but that wasn’t entirely because of the alcohol, they never really remembered the details of their conversations. They hoped topics far too quickly for that.

Some action movie was blaring on the tv, they didn’t really watch it, but it felt a little more like a movie night if a movie was actually on.

Pizza boxes were scattered on the floor, while a bowl of half-eaten chips and popcorn sat forgotten on the coffee table, along with a litre bottle of soda. It was slowly getting later, the night seeping in, slowly the lights of the city glowed more intensely, until the dark view was scattered with amber lights.

They had a good view of everything, Tamlin’s apartment was on the seventeenth floor. Most of the walls were windows, and he left the curtains open long into the night.

Eventually, Lucien started yawning and rubbing his eyes.

“I shall call a cab.” He said eventually, looking at the watch on his wrist, “I’m not fit to drive.”

“I can call one for you.” Tamlin offered.

“Nah, I’ll just-”

At that exact moment, as if on cue, lightning crackled in the distance, lighting the entire sky a deep purple. Not even a second later, thunder boomed through the city. Lucien instinctively covered his ears, dropping his head down. He’d never been fond of storms.

“Fuckin hell.” Tamlin leaned over and rubbed his friend’s back soothingly, “Wasn’t expecting a storm tonight.”

“Summer weather.” Lucien grumbled.

Tamlin nodded, humming in agreement. He then hurried to close the windows and blinds, making for certain that everything was shut tightly.

“Alright, all closed up,” Tamlin announced, he glanced back at Lucien, who had curled further up on the couch, looking around with a pinch of anxiety in his gaze that he was obviously trying to hide.

“You don’t have to leave, stay in for the night.” Tamlin insisted.

“Are you sure? I-” Thunder crackled again and Lucien took in a shaking breath, “I can still go-”

“No.” Tamlin said, and that was final. He walked back over to the white couch, flopping down onto the nest of pillows and blankets they had created, “You stay with me.”

“Fine.” Lucien conceded. His red hair spilled out over his shoulders as his head fell back onto the couch pillows.

Tamlin moved around a bit, rearranging himself until his head was in Lucien’s lap, his legs kicked up over the otherside of the couch.

Lucien scoffed a bit, but his slender fingers moved to twist in Tamlin’s hair, not pulling, but just… stroking. It felt nice, so Tamlin didn’t tell him to stop.

But then thunder cracked again, louder this time, like they were stuck in an echo chamber. Lucien couldn’t hide it this time. The red head ducked his head down, the smallest of whimpers escaping his throat, even as he clamped his lips tightly together. Trying not to let his fear show.

“Hey, hey,” Tamlin tried to comfort, sitting up and pulling Lucien into his arms, tangling them in the fluffy blankets.

“Why is it so fucking loud?” Lucien grumbled as he buried his face in Tamlin’s shirt.

The blond let out a soft laugh, stroking his friend’s hair lightly. The action movie continued to drone on in the background, but they had missed so much of it from talking, they couldn't go back to watching it if they tried.

“I need a distraction,” Lucien said, wincing once more as thunder rolled through again.

Tamlin hummed, he thought for a moment, glancing around his apartment. There wasn’t much to do, maybe put on a more exciting movie? Or just one they liked better-

The tv cut out, a black and white fuzz appearing as the lights began to flicker. All at once, they were plunged into darkness. Lucien’s hands suddenly fisted Tamlin’s hair tighter.

“Power outage.” Tamlin said, quickly breaking the silence, he felt Lucien trembling under him, as the storm continued to rage.

“Candles.” Tamlin said, standing up, and grabbing Lucien’s hand, “I've got some in the kitchen.”

Lucien released a shaking breath, “Alright.”

It didn’t take them long to light a few dozen tea lights. Lucien rummaged through all his lower cabinets for a while, and eventually managed to pull out a good five pillar candles. Entirely black and filled with red wax, he’d bought them during a halloween sale a few years back, and completely forgotten about them.

A soft glow filled the apartment once candles were lit. The amber glow cast long shadows over the floors, flickering with the flame. Tamlin took Lucien back to the couch, he checked his phone, looking up the weather for the rest of the night.

“The storm isn’t supposed to get any better, we may be out of power for a while.” Tamlin said.

“Godfucking storm.” Lucien muttered, then said, “I’m glad that I’m with you, though.”

Tamlin blinked at him, feeling warmth colouring his face. Lucien quickly added, “I don’t think I’d like to be alone in the dark in my own apartment during this storm.”

Tamlin nodded, forcing a laugh as he said, “Yeah no, it wouldn’t be fun.”

“Yeah…” Lucien bit his lip as he sunk further into the couch.

Thunder cracked again and Lucien sucked in a breath, the wind was howling. Forks of lightning filled the night sky, the electrical light flowing in through the cracks of the blinds.

“Does-Does it feel like the building’s swaying to you?” Lucien whispered, in a shaking voice trying to prevent a sob from breaking out of his chest.

“Hey,” Tamlin wrapped an arm around Lucien, “It’s alright, it’ll pass eventually.”

“Fuckin hell, I’m pathetic.” Lucien mumbled as he curled into Tamlin’s side.

“You’re not pathetic.” Tamlin wrapped his arm tighter around Lucien. Putting down his phone so he could situate himself better.

The storm continued to roar outside, and as much as he tried to hide it, Lucien was terrified. This wasn’t going to work, but without the TV and really only their phones to entertain them, there wasn’t much to distract him with…

“I have an idea.” Tamlin said, pulling up from Lucien.

Furrowing his brow, Lucien watched curiously as Tamlin pushed his coffee table out of the way. He pulled the blankets down to the floor and arranged them to his liking, before opening a drawer from the table beside the lounge, pulling out a small black box. Then he sat down and patted the spot across from him.

Lucien slowly slipped down to the floor, sitting with his knees just a few inches away from Tamlin.

“What are we doing?” Lucien asked.

“We’re playing a game.” Tamlin said, then he set the box down between them.

Lucien quirked an eyebrow, “Truth or dare?”

“Yep.” Tamlin stated.

“That’s a kids game.” Lucien pointed out.

“It’s a distraction and it’s not a kids game,” Tamlin replied, already opening the box and putting the cards into two piles. One dare, the other truth.

Lucien rolled his eyes, “Fine but I’m not doing this sober.”

Tamlin grinned, and moved to grab them a bottle of wine from the kitchen.

Three bottles of shiraz later, they were both sprawled over the floor, the used cards pile somewhere on the coffee table, at this point they were more or less tossing them in the general direction of the table.

“Truth.” Lucien decided on, grabbing the neck of the wine bottle and taking a long swallow.

Tamlin sighed as he grabbed the card.

“Your biggest regret,” Tamlin read.

“None, I live without regrets.”

“You’re not allowed to lie, Lucien.” Tamlin hummed.

Lucien rolled his eyes, “This is boring.”

“The questions are boring.” Tamlin amended.

“Alright then, hold on one second.” Lucien said, as he set down the bottle, Tamlin took the opportunity to grab it and take his own drink. Almost out.

“Here.” Lucien announced, then he whistled, “Yep, this is a fun one.”

Tamlin raised an eyebrow, putting the bottle down before leaning back on his elbows, “If you say so.”

“Okay, truth or dare?”

He thought for a moment, then announced, “Dare.”

Lucien grinned, “Eat a spoonful of hot sauce and don’t have anything to drink for two minutes.”

“Fuck you.” Tamlin cursed, groaning as he sat up and headed for the question, Lucien laughing behind him.

“I don’t even know if I have hot sauce.” Tamlin mumbled as he rummaged through his cabinets.

“You do, I bought some the other day when I came over.”

“Stop bringing your own groceries to my apartment.”

“No, because they come in handy. Like right now.” Lucien pointed out as he sat at the counter, watching Tamlin pull out the small bottle of sauce.

He grabbed a spoon and poured the red liquid out, he glanced at Lucien who was grinning like an idiot as he gleefully watched him screw his nose up at it.

“I hate you.” Tamlin said before quickly shoving the damned thing inside his mouth.

“You love me.” Lucien waved him off.

“Nope, nope, nope, nope, NOPE, FUCK-” Tamlin yelled as his mouth burned.

Lucien laughed and laughed as Tamlin instantly gave up and ran to his fridge to grab the carton of milk.

“It’s not that bad. You’re fine.” Lucien said as he watched his friend.

Tamlin rolled his eyes, “I hate you.”

They moved on to other truths and dares. The ones Lucien managed to find were definitely far more fun than the ones in the card games. Eventually they found themselves lying across the floor, whilst Lucien scrolled for more questions.

“Alright, truth.” Tamlin said.

“Hmm, oh.”

Tamlin turned to see a faint blush across the bridge of Lucien’s nose, high up on his cheeks. Lucien turned to glance at Tamlin, narrowing his eyes as a snake-like smile curved on his lips.

“What?” Tamlin questioned.

“I found a list of dirty questions.” Lucien grinned as he said it.

Scoffing, Tamlin swatted at his face, “You’re a child, those truth questions are for teenagers.”

“So, you admit this is a game for children.”

“No-”

“Alright, truth, let me see…”

“Lucien, you’re not actually going to ask me-”

“Have you ever wanted to fuck a close friend?” Lucien’s smile only seemed to widen as he asked.

Tamlin’s heart suddenly started racing. He stared at Lucien, his mouth opening and closing.

“What?”

“It’s a truth.” Lucien shrugged, his hair moved with him. Crimson locks spilling across the blankets and pillows, framing around his shoulders and slender face.

Dear God.

“Yes.” Tamlin eventually said.

Lucien’s eyes lit up, he immediately rolled onto his side, hovering over Tamlin, “Who?”

“Oh my God.”

“Oh, come on.”

“It’s your turn.” Tamlin reached over and snatched Lucien’s phone from his hand.

“Hart?” Lucien asked.

“Lets see…” Tamlin hummed as he scrolled through the numerous questions.

“Bron? Oh, oh Andras?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Come on Tam, tell me.” Lucen whined.

“Truth or-”

“God, truth.” Lucien said, giving up as he flopped back down on the floor.

“What’s your biggest fantasy?” Tamlin asked.

“Oh my god.”

“I told you these were for teenagers.” Tamlin laughed.

Lucien was quiet for a second, but eventually he said, “To have one night with this one guy I know.”

Tamlin furrowed his brow, then he laughed a bit as he said, “I’d hardly call that a fantasy.”

“No,” Lucien murmured softly, “No I’ve been fantasising about it for a while.”

“You have?” Tamlin whispered, rolling onto his side to face Lucien. The red head turned his face to look up at him. And God his gaze was so soft.

“Yeah, I have.”

“Who?”

Lucien grinned that cocky, cocky, grin again, “Tell me who your friend crush is, and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Oh my god.” Tamlin’s heart was just about beating out of his chest.

“Come on,” Lucien said, but his voice was lower. Still teasing, but… there was just something there. A slight, almost seductive tone, that made blood rush through Tamlin’s face. Filling him with heat.

“I don’t know…”

“A hint then.” Lucien suggested.

With a sigh, Tamlin considered it for a moment. Looking into Lucien’s eyes, he knew the cunning fox wouldn’t be giving up on this any time soon, and if he was being entirely honest…

He really wanted to know who Lucien’s secret fantasy man was.

“You know him.” Tamlin eventually said.

“I do?”

“Yeah…”

“Like close friend well, or…”

Tamlin stared at him for a second, feeling like he was breathing too hard. Wondering if Lucien could hear his heartbeat racing in his chest.

“You know him really well.”

It just took those few words. Tamlin should have known it was a terribly obvious hint. It was also a childish hint, but his heart was going faster than his head could keep up with. Lucien’s eyes seemed to darken in the amber glow of the candles around him, his lips parted slightly, as his gaze flicked to Tamlin’s lips and back.

That heat began to surge, crawling over his face, burning the tips of his ears.

“You know,” Lucien murmured, “I think I know who he is.”

“Yeah,” Tamlin whispered, breathless. Entirely lost in the heat of that dark gaze.

“Do you wanna know who mine is?” Lucien asked, his eyes flicking back to his lips.

Fuck.

“Show me.” Tamlin dared to say.

Lucien’s smile was so soft it nearly melted him.

Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Lucien pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to Tamlin’s lips. All at once, he was caught up in a whirlwind of fire. Heat and heat and heat pressing into him on all sides. Tamlin lost himself. Forgot the storm outside, forgot the blankets underneath him, the walls surrounding him. In a single moment, he was in an endless world where only he and Lucien existed.

Those blood-red, thick curls felt so soft, so nice, so right, in his fingers as Tamlin wrapped his arms around Lucien’s neck. He pulled slightly, and Lucien groaned against his mouth. A sudden, involuntary whine was ripped from Tamlin’s throat. It was high-pitched and entirely needy. He didn’t even know he could make a sound like that.

It was all Lucien needed to push him down onto the covers. As he hit the floor behind him, Tamlin gasped, and Lucien took the opportunity to explore his mouth with his tongue. In a moment, the kiss was even hotter, the fire burned brighter, consuming them entirely as they gripped and groped each other. Lucien’s quick, graceful hands sliding up and down Tamlin’s skin, while Tamlin fisted his hands in the back of Lucien’s shirt, making haphazard attempts to practically rip it off him.

Eventually, Lucien’s nimble fingers found the hem of Tamlin’s shirt, he pulled away, breaking the kiss for a moment, to pull Tamlin’s shirt up.

Tamlin took the reigns, pulling it up and off, then grabbing at Luciens.

They hardly spoke, just threw away all fabric that stopped them from getting at each other’s skin. Lucien surged forward, crashing their lips together, it hurt, but Tamlin didn’t fucking care anymore. He just wanted Lucien, wanted his skin, wanted his heat. He wanted to fucking burn.

One of his hands, moved from running over Lucien’s back down and down, until he felt the tent in Lucien’s pants. He bit Lucien’s bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he started to palm his cock.

“Fuck- Fuck, Tam.” Lucien moaned, jutting his hips into Tamlin’s palm. Breaking free of the kiss to trail his lips further down Tamlin’s neck. Tamlin’s head fell back as Lucien started sucking a bruise into his throat.

“I’ve dreamt about this.” Lucien murmured against his skin.

“I’m- holy fuck- I’m your biggest fantasy?” Tamlin managed to gasp out as Lucien’s hand sunk into his pants.

“Fuck yes you are.” Lucien said, gripping the length of him, Tamlin moaned again, pulling at Lucien’s jeans, trying to get them off.

“Impatient.”

“I’ve waited this long, I don’t want to wait anymore.” Tamlin muttered, his eyes going just a bit wide when Lucien finally got his pants off.

“Fuuck.” Tamlin whispered.

Lucien grinned, pushing Tamlin down, twisting himself just a bit to let his muscles flex.

“Cocky.” Tamlin noted, grabbing Lucien’s waist between his hands.

“You love me.”

“I do.” Tamlin smiled, “I really do.”

Lucien’s grin faded into something softer, “I love you.”

It was romantic, it was so romantic it was cheesy. Just like those stupid trashy romance novels.

But fuck it, Tamlin wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dividers by @saradika

#acotar #tamlin #pro tamlin #pro lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #tamcien #tamlin x lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra x tamlin #31DaysOfTamcien #december 3rd- prompt: truth or dare #acotar au #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction

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jokerislandgirl32 · 6 months ago

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Ziolet Truth or Dare!

Okay, I don’t know why, but I can’t get this thought out of my head…I really wanna do Truth or Dare with Zach and Violet! I was thinking you all can send in asks to them (specify if they are for Zach, Violet, or both!) with truth or dare questions, and they can answer those questions!

If it’s a truth they will simply admit the truth, or if it’s a dare it might be a little bit of dialogue/explanation explaining how they completed the dare. You can send anything as long as it’s not too gross or weird, spicy is fine, and I will tag all posts with appropriate tw tags.

I will turn anon on a bit for this…but if I get any hate I will turn it off. The next week will be very difficult for me, and if the hateful anons can’t mind their own business, I’m not going to put myself through that pain.

So, if you’d like, send them some Truth or Dare questions! Maybe it’s silly, but I like the idea 😊.

#wild kratts #zach varmitech #wild kratts zach #love zach varmitech #violet varmitech #ziolet #wild violet au #wild kratts au #wild kratts oc #self ship #selfship #f/o x s/i #asks #ask box #truth or dare #jig posting

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buckrecs · 2 years ago

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Do you have any recs with like bucky, the reader and the avengers playing 7 minutes in heaven or Truth or dare?? Thank you!!

Truth or Dare / 7 Minutes in Heaven

masterlist | req masterlist

here!!

It’s been a long long time since I last played truth or dare🥺

Truth or Dare by @buckytrashbin

A girls’ night in at the compound turns into a game of truth or dare, and you end up confessing more than you intended to.

Imagine by @yeahbutimagine

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Bucky.

Truth or Dare by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

A game of truth or dare with the team leads you to revealing something embarrassing, but Bucky helps you fix it.

Truth or Dare by @jobean12-blog

friendly game of truth or dare leads you to uncovering the real truth about Bucky and how big he really is…

Cheeky by @buckyalpine

Bucky Barnes does not back down from a dare

Seven Minutes in Heaven by @lokidoki-imagines

Far Past Heaven by @abovethesmokestacks

“Seven minutes in heaven with my longtime crush but we get locked in for hours bc our friends forgot about us” from this list + “I want to mark you so everyone knows you’re mine”

Blurb by @revengingbarnes

First kiss with bucky while playing seven minutes in heaven.

kiss by @buckycuddlebuddy

behind closet doors, dreams do come true.

tastes like heaven by @onceuponastory

Y/N has been in love with Bucky Barnes for as long as she can remember, but is too afraid to act on her feelings, assuming he doesn’t feel the same way about her. But when they both get picked for seven minutes in heaven at Natasha’s birthday party, it changes everything.

grapes and wet dreams by @001sgf

Ask for a Rec<3

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x f!reader #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes college au #college!bucky #truth or dare #7 minutes in heaven

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amethystfairy1 · 8 months ago

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🎱🛼🧃

Oh I get it now!

I don't really wanna post my total stats but I'll do word counter because I think it's insane.

🎱 - Word Count: 1,807,513

🛼 - my latest WIP in five emojis - 🪽😰📝👿🤫

🧃- amethyst lore that I've never posted about? I knit and crochet a lot! Especially crochet! That's actually gonna become relevant in TTSBC soon! Don't ask me how but I promise it will, and you will be able to tell very quickly that I know way to much about yarn 😆

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #through the sky blue cracks #traveling thieves au #truth or dare game #a03 fanfic

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bonnibellexox · 1 month ago

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Privacy Ideas:

The next chapter of Privacy follows Ruby, Jaune and Weiss as they play a round of truth or dare with no limitations. It doesn’t matter where they are, work, a bar, in a meeting, they have no choice but to comply.

Any ideas?

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weaverpop · 1 month ago

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🍬 & 🍄

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

ShadowHound! Erlang is a virgin 100%, and Macaque keeping going to ridiculous lengths to “deflower” him, though always gives him the option to back out.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Ok. Hot take about Azure and the setup… I didn’t care for how s4 portrayed him. We spent so much time in the scroll we didn’t get to see him in all his potential, so because of this he feels a little… flat to me. Like they were trying for angst, but it didn’t really work. What we did have was gold! But it didn’t feel like enough to really grow to like him.

Ref

#writers truth or dare ask game #ask rec #asks open #ask answered #ask me anything #lego monkie kid #lmk aus #lmk au #lionsword #lego monkie kid au #lmk #lego monkie kid aus #lmk macaque #lmk erlang shen #shadowhound

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arianatwycross · 10 months ago

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Skinny Dipping

Using the prompt 'mission' for @jilymicrofics

Summary: A harmless dare turns into a daring escapade for James, who finds himself stranded on the stern of his boat in the buff. The catch? He must say hello to the enchanting redhead sunbathing on a nearby vessel before he can cover up.

“You lost, mate. The floor is yours.”

James swallows his last mouthful of beer, before standing up and taking a deep breath. He’s not completely smashed- just a little blurry around the edges, totally clear-headed enough to understand the ramifications of what he’s just been dared to do.

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Stepping onto the stern of his dad’s 42’ yacht, his bare feet cool against the nice timber of the floor, he looks out onto the aqua-blue Pacific waters and scans the area for the boat in question. Multiple boats are cruising around them in the harbour, the perfect weekend for sunbathing, drinking, and swimming. The boys had ventured out onto his father’s boat for the weekend for Pete’s birthday celebrations, and the group of them had been playing drinking games all afternoon.

After a minute of loud, obnoxious taunting from his friends behind him, he finally relents and strips his dry board shorts off his body. He doesn’t waste time jumping straight into the cold water. Blinking the salt water from his eyes and brushing his now-soaked hair from his forehead, he scoffs as Sirius jumps down to collect his board shorts and runs away. Now with no shorts to put back on, James is stuck swimming naked in the middle of the ocean, skin puckering from the sharp coolness of the water and the ocean breeze.

“Nope! We said you had to go say hi to the pretty redhead. No shorts until you’ve completed your dare!” Peter calls out from inside the boat cabin. He listens to his friends chuckling, berating himself for drinking so much beer so quickly, he takes a deep breath and starts his long swim to the boat closest to them.

It’s about a 40-meter swim, and James already being an athlete, takes his mission in his stride. Within minutes he’s hovering awkwardly around the bow of the nice, sleek black 34’ yacht, the white lettering on the side spelling out ‘Petunia’. The redhead sunbathing on the bow, looks up, eyes widening as she spies him. Before she squeals, James puts his hands up in the air innocently and calls out, “My friends dared me to say hi, so hi! Um, I’ll be on my way now.”

He's so embarrassed he can’t look up again, but before he can dip his head under the water, he hears a laugh that puts the goosebumps that appeared from the coolness of the water to shame.

“Are those the ones that forced you to skinny dip as well?”

Shocked, he raises an eyebrow at her. She’s approached the railing now, her dark red string bikini looking even more delicious this closely, it takes James a while to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

“You -uh, you saw that?”

She grins, her green eyes sparkling.

“Sure did…not complaining though.”

This surprises him, he doesn’t usually get this reaction from girls – so upfront, so vivacious.

“Well, that makes me feel less embarrassed. Are you on your own up there?”

His breath is catching up with him now, the stamina to keep treading with 5 bottles of beer in his system not as easy as he thought.

“Unfortunately, no, my sister and her husband are inside.”

“Sister?”

“Petunia,” She raises her eyebrows, glancing down at the name on the side of the boat.

“Oh,” James grimaces.

“Yeah, I’ve been forced to celebrate their engagement with them. They forgot to tell me I would be third wheeling.”

James takes a second to look back at his dad’s boat, the stark whiteness glimmering in the sunshine. He can see his mates leaning up against the stern’s railing, watching him.

“You want to come join us? We’re just playing stupid drinking games, but we have beer and vodka and we’re putting some sausages on the BBQ soon.”

Lily looks over at the boat, before looking back at James and making a show of giving him a frank assessment. But before James’ body can react to such a look, she gives him a sly grin before nodding.

“Alright, one second.”

She disappears, but he hears her call out to her sister. He hears something like a high-pitched squeal back. Lily reappears, a cheeky grin mirroring his own before she climbs over the railing and dives in.

She reappears only two feet away from him, her hair now a glossy dark red, the long strands stuck to her shoulders.

“I’m Lily by the way,” She smiles, treading water.

“James.” He grins back.

“Lead the way, James.”

#jily fanfic #jily #microfic #prompt #jily microfic #muggle au #truth or dare #skinny dipping

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literallyjusttoa · 2 years ago

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More friendos for Apollo, since I just cannot stop. Might write something about these ideas if I can find the time this semester!

Lelantos: The Titan of the Air and moving unseen, and the brother of Leto. That's right, it's Apollo's uncle! Lelantos has spent the majority of his life hiding away from the rest of the mortal and immortal world. He speaks with his sister and his daughter, Aura, but has never really interacts with his Olympic niece and nephew. After the trials, Apollo starts visiting his mother a LOT more, and ends up running into Lelantos as a result. The two figure out that they are very similar, which makes Lelantos very excited. He ends up taking Apollo under his wing a bit.

Mnemosyne: The Titan of Memory. Apollo begins to fear the idea of losing his memory after the trials. The god's memory didn't feel as infallible as he once believed it was, so he reaches out to Mnemosyne. She agrees to teach him tactics to strengthen his own mind, and becomes one of the two mentors Apollo ends up gaining post-trials. She is a strict teacher, but only because she sees how determined Apollo is to master his own weaknesses.

Aither: The Primordial of Light. Apollo and Aither aren't friends, as much as Aither is just taking a bit of an interest in Apollo. Escaping Chaos isn't something any old god can do, and Aither is curious on what allowed Apollo to overpower his creator. He watches over Apollo when possible, and speaks to him when Apollo drives the sun chariot. Apollo ... doesn't really know what to do with this? He's honestly just trying to get by, so interacting with a primordial this much makes him nervous.

Perseis: An Oceanide, and the goddess of Solar Witchcraft. Perseis first approached Apollo to thank him for putting her husband, Helios, to rest. After a couple of conversations, she asks Apollo if he would like to learn her specific practice of sorcery, one that she had been teaching Helios before he passed. Solar witchcraft is a very niche line of study, and she doesn't have many people to pass her knowledge on to. Apollo agrees, and Perseis becomes his second mentor. Perseis is ... much more chaotic in her teachings than Mnemosyne.

Mousika: One of the twelve Horai, representing the hours. Mousika represents the hour of music. Mousika and Apollo were already acquainted long before the trials. Mousika would often sit in on Apollo's practice with the muses, and sometimes even add her voice to the fray. After the trials, Apollo's lyricism and writing take a turn that Mousika picks up on, and she finds it inspiring. Apollo believes the new songs he has written are too raw, based on ideas and feelings that Apollo himself is just starting to unwrap. Mousika acts as his sounding board, listening to the music he makes as he struggles his way through every emotion, and adding her own melancholy responses as harmonies.

Prometheus: The God of Forethought and Crafty Counsel. Ok, so this one’s a bit in the future. But imagine with the power of all the friendship I just made up for Apollo to have (along with Meg and his mortal friends and his kids ofc) Apollo works up the strength to stage that long awaited Olympian revolt. Who would his first ally be? I say Prometheus. This guy is so interesting, because he was ahead of the curve. Prometheus is the only god who I can see thinking mortals were not only equal to immortals, but actually more important. He would be so ABSOLUTELY stoked to learn Apollo was trying to overthrow his father, with one of his reasons being the mistreatment of mortals. I just think these two would be extremely op if they put their heads together.

#long post #sunny speaks #trials of apollo #toa apollo #lester papadopoulos #apollart #greek mythology #even more obscure greek gods.#i just want ... i just want my blorbo to have friends ... and have sleepovers .... and play truth or dare .... and be happy ...#... and to overthrow his father with a revolution ... with his friends ...#it's what he deseRVES #shut up sunny #post-toa au

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