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apollo41writes · 2 years

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Goodnight prompt 52/∞

Fandom: Teen Wolf Ship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski AUs/Tropes: A/B/O, Meet cute (kinda) Prompt: Derek is aware that the cute Omega that goes to the prenatal yoga classes at the studio on the other side of the road MUST be already someone else's Omega. He still has a little bit of a silly crush on him anyway.

Extra details: Do I know who I would want Stiles to have slept with to end up pregnant and without a partner? Absolutely not.

I have no clues whatsoever, so for this one let's just say random OC that was probably a one night stand and maybe the condom broke or something and Stiles didn't realize until he actually found out he was pregnant.

Maybe he even manages to contact the asshole that put the bun in his oven, but this OC is like "fuck no, just have an abortion or something". But Stiles wants the kid, so he just tell random OC to go to hell and that he'll manage as a single parent.

Stiles does know that if he wants to actually have a healthy kid he needs to get his life together and have a routine instead of just eating or sleeping whenever his body starts to scream for him to pay attention to his basic needs.

Which is how he ends up going to these prenatal yoga classes Lydia recommends to him. She also kind of recommends them only to force Stiles into wearing tight yoga pants that she now has an excuse to buy him as a gift.

But Stiles enjoys them. And as a bonus there's this grumpy dude at the flower shop on the other side of the door that he can stare at when comes and goes from the yoga studio. He might be projecting a little, but he's sure that the very attractive man was watching him back.

Stiles doesn't think he does that because he's interested of course. Who would be interested in an omega that is already very visibly pregnant. Maybe he's just annoyed that Stiles leers at him all the fucking time.

Still, when the anniversary of Claudia's death rolls around, Stiles decides he might as well go to the mysterious man's shop for his usual bouquet of flowers.

Stiles is, of course, even more in love with Derek -which he now knows the name of because it's embroidered on Derek's apron- because Stiles just mentioned the occasion and Claudia's favorite flowers and Derek made for him the most beautiful bouquet of flowers. And he even gave him a "new client's discount" once he realizes that maybe the bouquet is actually not in Stiles' budget.

If Stiles is kind of sure that discount didn't exist before he strolled inside Derek's shop, he's certainly not gonna voice it. Just in case he's just delusional about Derek blushing when Stiles said he'll be back for sure.

And Stiles definitely doesn't have the money to buy flower's twice a month, but he does so anyway. He even convinces himself he actually has the money for it since he can't drink caffeine anymore so he can spend at Derek's the money he used to spend at Starbuck's.

Healthy life choices, right? He's absolutely being a grown up.

#goodnight prompts #sterek #fic prompt #daily prompt #prompt #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #omega stiles #flower shop au #a/b/o #alpha beta omega #modern au #squick tag: a/b/o #feel free to change whatever detail as well #feel free to use this prompt however you want #this is one of those that i feel like i might manage to write #but i also am in the middle of a depressive episode so let's be real #not gonna happen for a long time

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starryeyedjanai · 3 months

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Steve is teetering on the edge of sleep, sated and tired as his body practically melts into the sheets, but he stubbornly won't close his eyes.

Eddie’s in the shower and he didn't say goodnight to him yet.

He keeps making himself blink because he doesn't want to close his eyes for too long and accidentally fall asleep.

His breathing is slowing still, even as he tries to fight it.

He knows Eddie won't be much longer—he only has to make it a few more minutes now, only has to stay awake for another few short minutes.

The bed dips next to him gently and he blinks awake, eyes blearily taking in his husband as he climbs into bed next to him.

He doesn't remember falling asleep, but he must have.

He groans. “Sorry. Tried to stay awake,” he says, voice slurred with sleep.

He sees the small smile on Eddie's face as he says, “You didn't have to wait up for me.”

“I didn't say goodnight,” he protests, pulling Eddie close to him.

“Well, you can say it now.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he says, tucking his face into Eddie's neck.

“Goodnight, love,” Eddie whispers back and Steve closes his eyes.

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie #stranger things #drabble #double drabble #janai.doc #prompt: ''goodnight love''

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buglaur · 7 months

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if virgil was in a horror movie he'd probably be first to die

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 render #edits #humbly asking you to not look at this in the app the quality SUCKS #ahhhhhh i got a rly cool ask prompt (thank u shan)#what would my ocs be doin if they were in horror media #i was going to post this with the ask but i also have like... 6 other edit ideas #that i plan on making ☠️ so i will post them one at a time #my throat hurts SO bad i'm def gonna be sick by tmrw 😔#i didn't get to birthday asks yet sorry 💔 i suck but ily #goodnight #/virgil #do i need to tw this?#tw creepy #?? maybe lol

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muffinlance · 8 months

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prompt: Ozai has Azula watch Zuko (his progress or rather lack thereof) from way earlier on, possibly even before Aang gets away from the iceberg in the first place

There it is, written at the bottom of his banishment notice, wobbling in and out of his vision and he’s not sure if it's his eyes—

(Father wouldn’t have meant to blind him. Being blind won't help him catch the Avatar, so he’ll just not go blind.)

It’s either his eyes, or. Or the rage. It has to be the rage.

So Zuko reads the line again, and lets the fire brim up and overflow, until sparks chase the shout from his lips.

“Banishment to be overseen by Crown Princess Azula?”

- - -

“Prince Zuko,” Azula says, standing as tall as an eleven year old can. She’s using his title, so that he’ll use hers. And if he doesn’t then he’s ill-mannered and not fit for his own.

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko grits out.

“I’ll just be inspecting your ship, then. Father’s orders.”

Two men are in shackles by the time she’s done.

“—Fostering mutiny against your prince,” she is yelling, and somehow her voice is just as high-pitched as his without sounding childish at all. “When our father hears about this—”

- - -

“So you had them executed,” Fire Lord Ozai inquires. Lightly. And from behind his flames.

“Of course, father,” says the kneeling child. “It was an attack on our family.”

Her father doesn’t say anything.

Azula is eleven. Eleven, she had presumed, was old enough to count.

One, two, three. Four, with Uncle. The royal family.

Her father is silent still.

One. Two.

“Forgive my impertinence, Fire Lord,” she says. “I will bring them to you for judgment next time.”

“Do so,” Fire Lord Ozai says. He does not contest the ‘next time.’

- - -

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko says.

“Your bandage is off, brother,” Azula says. “Are you blind?”

“No.”

(The blur of her red robes, the eye-searing glint of sunlight off her headpiece—he’s not blind in that eye. He’s just… still recovering.)

“Lovely,” she says. “Then what’s your excuse for the condition of this ship?”

…He has an increased budget for repairs, by the time she’s done.

- - -

“Brother,” Azula says, “traditionally knives are to be delivered to the back.”

“I… what?” her brother says, still holding out the inexplicable thing. “No, I bought it at port. For you. See, it matches the one Uncle got me.”

“How original,” she says.

Her brother turns a shade of red that puts his bending to shame. Not that it’s a particularly high bar. “Fine, I’ll just—throw it out.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. At the least, Mai will want it.”

- - -

“Nice knife,” says Mai, looking at the hilt peeking out of Azula’s boot.

“Be silent,” Azula says, thus ending that conversation.

- - -

“Did great-grandfather… did we…” starts her brother, fresh from scurrying about the Eastern Air Temple like some particularly dim-witted pheasant-monkey, the dust not even brushed from his clothes even though he knew her ship was waiting down here. “Azula, there were children—”

“Be silent,” she says.

- - -

“You’re leaving frequently,” comments father, as his knife cuts through the pheasant-monkey, clicking against the plate below. The persimmon-cherry sauce is thick and red and smearing.

“I find it advantageous to cultivate a working knowledge of our nation’s tactics,” Azula answers. She does not push around her meat like a child, but she does eat only lightly; the dish is more sour than she remembers.

“And your brother?”

“Oh, him,” she says, to which her father smiles.

- - -

“...What?” Zuko asks, blinking down at the scrolls.

“It’s your birthday,” Azula says. “Apparently, I should have gotten you a calendar.”

“Thank you?”

She sighs.

- - -

“Do we… tell him we can hear him?” asks the assistant cook, as the prince continues monologuing. Dramatically, and loudly. Through the pipe connecting the drain of the kitchen sink to the ones in the shower.

“Ssh, I think this is one of his new plays.”

- - -

She gets him a calendar for his next birthday. It’s not funny.

- - -

He gets her a doll, for hers. The look on Uncle’s face as she torches it in front of them both is hilarious.

- - -

“Brother,” she says, looking up at the damage to his ship. “This is not the way to requisition additional repair funds.”

“Captain Zhao,” her uncle says in the background, with heights of pleasant antagonism she can only aspire to. As if a general could mistake Zhao’s new insignia. Particularly with all the polishing he does.

“It’s commander now.”

“How did you manage this?” she asks.

“Uh,” Zuko says. “Can we… speak alone?”

She eyes her brother’s shifting stance. Eyes, too, the way Zhao’s men are already moving to intercept and interrogate his crew. One of the new commander’s more noxious habits is stalking her brother’s every move.

Well. She’d been meaning to deal with that, anyway.

Azula snaps her fingers at the commander’s guards.

“Detain him,” she says. And for a moment, just a moment, her dear uncle freezes, as if she were talking about someone he actually cared for.

The guards don’t. She’s trained them better than that.

“Princess,” Commander Zhao says, his snarl well hidden behind a smile. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Crown Princess Azula,” she corrects. “Now hush; the adults are talking.”

- - -

They have an Avatar to catch, apparently. Her brother is coming home.

#her brother is coming home #it may be time for some other changes as well #how does the pheasant-monkey taste father?#oh of course I haven’t had any #you know I haven’t liked that since I was a little girl #are you feeling well father?#why don’t you have a little lie down father #oh is your crown uncomfortable?#let me just remove that for you #hush now #sleep #goodnight father #say hello to grandfather for me #avatar the last airbender #atla #Zuko #Azula #ficlets #yep that prompt hit the spot thanks Anon <3

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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i’m a s1 rafe truther. he would say “move your god damn hand.” and smack it out the way when he’s dicking u down </3

#🎀#rafe cameron prompt #k goodnight omg

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izharmilgram · 7 months

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sssnake tommy for jenny's birthday :p

#hp fanart #tom riddle #tom riddle fanart #harry james potter #lvhp #harry potter fanart #young tom riddle #snake tom riddle #snakey the snake plushie #tom and his goodnight hugs #he wins a lifetime supply of goodnight hugs #prompt was from the RoR discord #from chef #harry please give him all the hugs for those of us who cannot reach through the screen and squish tom's apple cheeks #time travel harry potter #1930s tom riddle #reminds me of #what he grows to be

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shitouttabuck · 4 months

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do you love me? all you gotta do is say yes

buck/eddie | 3k | rated t

“It’s always pretty fun to see a former fuckboy from your grad school era bootycall list all domestic and settled down.” “Right, uh,” Buck’s brain is very quickly piecing together the slow onceovers, no doubt cataloguing the matching sleep-soft sweatpants and cozy hoodies and unbrushed hair at breakfast-time on a weekday. The singular witnessed conversation regarding co-purchased home cleaning products. The lack of personal space followed by the hasty exit when made to interact with an ex of sorts. “He’s, uh, he’s actually my best friend.” “Hey man, I love that for you. That’s the best way to do it, you know? Wish everyone got that in their relationship.” She's smiling very warmly at him. Buck’s sweating again. “He’s my partner,�� Buck stresses, as much emphasis on the word 'partner' as he can manage.

or, two boy best friends and an ex lover walk into a grocery store. everyone is on their normalest behaviour.

read on ao3

#hiya this is off a prompt someone sent in :) i said i wanted to write something silly and this is uh. very that #911 fic #buddie fic #911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #nina writes #mine #ok goodnight im a minute from honkshooing sorry if this has a million typos

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emeraldwarriors · 4 months

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releases these into the wild like freeing caged birds

#hal jordan #john stewart #guy gardner #kyle rayner #barry allen #the flash #green lantern #绿灯小丑 #not halbarry but it can be if youre delusional enough #the prompt i got for those was 'blue lantern barry mentoring rookie lantern hal' so dont put my head on a pike for ooc hal ok . smiles #save me homophobic dog barry homophobic dog barry save me #OK SORRY FOR SPAMMING THE TAG GOODNIGHT!!!!!!

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dipperscavern · 11 days

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idk if you would write but i would love to see in ur style a tyrell!reader x robb. imagine being the winter rose? omg living the biggest dream by being a beauty of the seven realms, having tales of ur beauty passed on, and then being betrothed to robb as a mean of house tyrell to guarantee their safety, but still, theres no northern or southern who can resist the tyrell beauty and robb is one of them

nana.. this ask did things to me. i love this idea smsmsm & thank u for sending it in !!

tyrell beauty was never anything that could be denied — by friend or by foe.

you & your twin sister, margaery, were the greatest testimonies to that. while margaery was no doubt beautiful, tales of your beauty had spread throughout the seven kingdoms. singers, poets, servants & kings alike had all heard and contributed to the spread of the tale of the tyrell rose — not only beautiful in physical aspects, but a gorgeous personality to match.

you & margaerys older brother, loras, was also rumored for his looks. safe to say, you three were widely known.. the beauties of house tyrell.

even the north, cold and harsh as it was, was not exempt from hearing the tales of you & your siblings beauty. jokes and speculations had long passed around winterfell, only increasing tenfold when hearing about house tyrell’s rumored interest in forming an allegiance with the north. when bran, rickon, & arya stepped into the castle, covered in dirt & almost soaking wet from that days ministrations, jory only sighed seeing them, ushering them to baths with a mutter of-

“the beauties of winterfell…”

robb only laughed at the teases he heard about you & your siblings, but sometimes found his thoughts wandering to you. his mind often drifting to think about the tyrell rose, absurd childlike questions, that he should’ve pushed away as quickly as they entered his mind. do the tales do your beauty justice? what are you like in person? are you warm? would you like him? what would you think of the north?

he focused on training, doing as he was told & preparing to become lord of winterfell one day, although he couldn’t stop the fleeting thoughts about you that arose every once in a while. a child’s dream, he thought.

so you can imagine his surprise when his father & mother sat him down, telling him of the alliance house tyrell wanted to make with house stark..

through marriage.

robb felt like he was dreaming. the beauty of the seven kingdoms, betrothed to him? he could barely keep the smile off his face, wanting to not only improve stature to his house, but do his duty as a husband. excitement pooled in his gut, as theon clasped his hands on robb’s shoulders at dinner, congratulating him. theon’s hands waved in the air, saying something about-

“the beauty and the beast..”

any other night he would’ve gotten a shove to the ground, but robb only threw him a playful smile. even theon’s relentless teasing couldn’t ruin this for him. if he was to be lord of winterfell one day, he’d need a strong woman by his side — he dreamed of a relationship like his mother and fathers, and he prayed in the godswood to the old gods that night, that they would guide your union as man and wife.

in the days leading up to your arrival at winterfell, countless preparations were made. the tyrell host was large, and all of the starks had done their parts to prepare to receive it. you were to stay in winterfell for a week before the wedding, and your family would leave shortly after. you had handmaidens and a few select soldiers to stay with you at winterfell, and you could visit high garden anytime you wanted in the near future. you asked your grandmother if she would visit you in winterfell again after the wedding, but she only put a hand over your own & said it would take the Father himself to drag her back to that “frozen wasteland”.

the day you arrive, robb thinks he’s might jump out of his skin, he’s so nervous. still, he puts on a brave face for his & his families sake, wanting to be everything you need and more.

you, margaery, and the queen of thornes are riding in the wheelhouse, while ser loras is in front of it, mounted on a white mare. his armor glints in the sunlight, doing wonders to illuminate his face. he’s handsome, robb can admit, and that only makes his curiosity increase about you & your sister. & once you both step out of the wheelhouse, robb feels his heart skip as many beats as it can without killing him.

a few of your cousins step out first, giggly as they curtsy to the starks and stand respectively to the side. margaery is next, gorgeous auburn hair & a button nose, a flattering dress with the tyrell colors proudly on display, and a sweet smile to accompany it all. she curtsy’s as well, standing more in front of the wheelhouse, as loras dismounts and moves to stand next to her.

when you step out of the wheelhouse, robb’s breath hitches. his body forgets every single instinct he’s ever had, & he has to remind himself to breathe, as to not kill himself. you’re beautiful. stunning. a sight for sore eyes. he doesn’t think there’s any word in the common tongue that can be used to describe your beauty without downplaying it. it seems like nobody can tear their eyes off of you, your aura doing wonders to brighten the damp atmosphere.

you curtsy to them all, along with a smile he wishes would never leave your face. robb can’t tear his eyes from you, even when you move to offer your hand to the queen of thornes as she steps out. you meet robb’s gaze in the moment everyones attention is not on you. the corner of his mouth tilts up in a smirk as he winks at you. you only tilt your head, brows lightly furrowing as you smile at him. your gaze falls to the floor as blush rises to your cheeks, retracting your hand from your grandmothers and smoothing out your gown.

pleasantries are exchanged, you and robb stealing glances to each other every so often. lady olenna & a few of your cousins go with ned stark & lady catelyn, moving to discuss the wedding, among other things. you take robb’s arm as he escorts you, margaery, and loras to where you’ll be staying at. robb drinks in every moment with you.

you’re gorgeous, soft, & warm. you have a kind heart, a love for the arts and children, and you’re very kind. your shy nature bubbles away as you grow more comfortable in each others presence.

that night, a great feast is held. everyone of the starklings is made to be in attendance, and robb prays that arya can keep her withering resolve just a little bit longer. you’re sat beside him, softly laughing at a remark ned had made. robb’s heart warms at the sight of you & his father getting along, but is quickly forgotten when he sees arya dash away & out of the hall. guards are sent after her, and robb bites back a smile at her daring antics.

he’s snapped out of his thoughts as your hand clasps his bicep, his head turns towards you as you lean into speak in his ear.

“forgive me, i must be excused. i’ll return shortly.” you say, a reassuring smile making its way onto your face as you get up. robb only nods, sighing in an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves.

it’s a few minutes later when the queen of thornes sits next to him, striking up light conversation. judging his character, no doubt. at the end of it she nods her head in approval, asking him to please find her granddaughter — wherever she’s run off to. robb stands up with an-

“of course, my lady.”

moving to follow the direction you went in. it takes him outside, and he looks around, before his gaze settles on you & a small form behind you, a guard approaching in front of you. robb was lucky to be in earshot of you.

“pardon, my lady, we’re looking for arya underfoot, ned starks daughter. ‘bout yay high, brown of hair. have you seen ‘er ‘round?”

you were stood beside a pillar, one arm behind your back as you discreetly pressed arya further behind you. one shift of your form & arya would be revealed, dragged back to the festivities she had just escaped from. robb watched you from afar, careful not to give away your position — but close enough to hear & see your response. curiosity spread through him as he and the guard both awaited your answer.

your brows furrowed in faux confusion, looking at the guard with a soft expression.

“i must confess, i haven’t seen her. brown of hair, you said?”

the guard swallowed, nodding as he eyed you up & down. you smiled sweetly at him.

“i will be sure to keep an eye out, ser…?”

you slightly raised your brows, and the guard quickly gave you his name. you repeated it to him, and the guard nodded, smiling.

“would you be so kind to escort me back to the festivities? a castle like this.. it’s so easy to get lost.”

the guard quickly agreed, not being able to resist you, & robb is enamored, having witnessed the tyrell charm firsthand. what happens next seals the deal for robb.

as you move to take the guards arm, you spot loras patrolling, his path sending him to pass on the other side of the pillar that you’re at. the eye contact between you both is minimal, and robb almost misses your eyes slightly widen & the small nod of his head. with one swift move, you’re grasping the guards bicep & using your other hand to gently push arya to your older brother, as he outstretches his hand just enough for arya to get the hint. as you walk off, loras has one hand on aryas shoulder, ushering her off with a wink — & robb watches the smile grow on aryas face as she slips away.

yeah, he thinks. you’re perfect.

his winter rose.

sorry if this was too long or not what you were envisioning, but i had sm fun writing this !! tyrell supremacy

#game of thrones #asoiaf #robb stark #robb stark x reader #robb stark imagine #robb stark prompt #robb stark x tyrell reader #also #i said loras was on patrol because it just made sense to me idk 😞#perhaps don’t flame me chat #anyways i need his children #dippys asks #goodnight chat

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jfleamont · 1 month

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Hey for your jily muse, out of order <3

Okay this is unforgivable, I know. You sent this prompt over two months ago. TWO. This ask has been sitting in my inbox since the 18th of January, so you probably won't even remember sending this but I promise you I've been thinking about it constantly and waiting to have free time to work on it and I have this tendency to leave things unfinished so this is me working through that as well lol

Without further ado, here it is ❤️

Out of Order - 744 words

Evans is in the boys' bathroom. She's in the boys' bathroom and she's crying.

One of her hands is gripping the sink, while the other fruitlessly wipes the tears that keep escaping.

She hasn't noticed his arrival, and Sirius doesn't bother clearing his throat. “I'm sure there's a perfectly logical reason for this.”

She makes a startled noise and turns to face him, her expression a mixture of anger and sadness. It's comical, really, so Sirius laughs.

“There is,” she mutters as she wipes her nose with the sleeve of her jumper. Her voice lacks the edge she usually aims at him— and at James, too, though Sirius can't help but notice a slight difference there.

He walks towards her and hands her his monogrammed tissue - he's never used it for this purpose specifically, but it has proved to be useful during the occasional prank or after a rough full moon - which she grabs immediately. She doesn't thank him, but he doesn't expect her to.

“Ah well, that's all I needed to know. It's not like you're invading my personal space or something.”

She lifts an eyebrow and eyes him curiously, looking more like her usual self. “I'm sorry, is there a plaque or an inscription that I haven't noticed? Does House Black monogram bathrooms as well as tissues?”

“Not that I'm aware of, no. Don't give my mother ideas, though, she might actually try to do that.”

She makes an attempt at a smile, but it quickly turns into a quiet sob.

“Apparently there can only be one crying girl per bathroom, and Myrtle has claimed the one across the corridor as hers so it's out of order,” she explains as she tries to regain control of her emotions, “and I thought this one was empty since everyone is heading down to watch the match.”

“You were right... for the most part. Why aren't you going then?”

“No reason,” she replies, her voice even, but she's not looking at him.

Sirius thinks he knows why. He suspects it has to do with the good luck kiss that Cornelia Kettleburn gave James at breakfast and how quickly Lily disappeared after that.

“Cool. I'm not going either. Fancy going to the Astronomy tower for a smoke?”

She looks taken aback. “I— wait, why aren't you going?”

In truth Sirius wants to go, and James is going to kill him for this, but lately he's been claiming that he no longer has feelings for Lily, and Sirius hates being lied to, so technically this is just payback.

“James got on my nerves so I'm skipping the match in protest,” he adds with a shrug and it's the truth, because it wouldn't be fair to lie. “So, are we smoking or not? Got a fag I can borrow?”

She's not an idiot: she knows this is an olive branch of sorts. Sirius can tell she's deciding whether to believe him or not; after a moment she sighs, and Sirius knows he's won.

“Haven't you got your own? Merlin, you're cheap,” she says while producing a pack of cigarettes from her satchel and handing it to him, a smirk on her face. He's glad to see that she seems to have calmed down significantly.

“I'm trying to quit so I stopped carrying them around,” he replies and grabs one, putting it in the breast pocket of his vest.

“Looks like it's working,” she notes as she fixes her appearance in front of the mirror and readies herself to leave the room.

“Absolutely.”

“Why are you mad at Potter anyway? Thought you two were inseparable,” she asks as she walks towards the door, a step ahead of him so that he can't see her face.

“Can't tell you, it's a secret.”

She huffs. “You lot are starting to sound ridiculous with all these secrets,” she whips her head towards him, her disapproval clear on her face, though he's almost certain this is just another way of disguising her curiosity. “Is this little group of yours a cult or something?”

“It's a counterculture,” he explains as he exits the bathroom, “how else are we going to beat those bigoted dickheads? The only way to fight a cult is with another cult.”

He's just joking, but the idea doesn't sound half bad to his ears.

Apparently Lily disagrees, because she snorts. Loudly. “Not sure about that logic but you do you, I guess.”

“Thanks for the support.”

“Anytime, Black.”

#thank you again for the prompt and I'm so so so sorry about the delay lol #I LOVE THIS FRIENDSHIP #does this count as jily? idk you guys tell me #I'd hate to spam the tag with non jily stuff but there's jealous Lily so I think it counts even if there are no interactions #jily #it's almost 2 am here :)#can't be arsed to check it for typos so I'll do that tomorrow goodnight folks x #jfleamont rambles #jple #jily fic #platonic blackevans #lily evans #sirius black

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wisteriagoesvroom · 1 month

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WIZ ITS ELLIE. soft + landoscar please?

Oscar doesn’t know why they’ve found time to sneak down to Oakleigh. Or how, exactly. Just that he had a contact of a contact, and they were always going to welcome him back here. And they’ve given the both of them some race suits, free run of the track, and a “go have fun”.

They’d found this place, like a shared secret. Clattering through the gates and sneaking away from their handlers. Each making an excuse about quiet time. Nobody questioned either of them about it, chalking it up to the general air of celebration after Albert Park. That’s the beauty of being golden children, you see. When you win. Standing in the sun, silverware in your hands, in front of a camera. Oscar hadn’t even needed to pretend at all - he beamed at Lando because he really meant it. P3, P4. For the team. Nothing to do with the way Lando’s smile creeps into him like sunlight. Nothing like Oscar’s own reflection staring back at him from the dish, gently held in Lando’s hands.

Besides, Oscar knows he’s hungry. He wants more. But it’ll be his time.

And right now, he gets to relive his memory of karting, on the track where he started. Growing awkward into his limbs that didn’t work how he wanted to yet, a fierceness that he hadn’t tamed, conscious of the knowledge that there were boys always faster, faster, faster than him. And chasing people like them, chasing Lando, was like driving towards an apex and knowing you would hit it — it was just a matter of time. How fast you could launch yourself at it, come close to bending time. Oscar has tried, and he will try still. There is something in him that will not be sated, and it is in Lando, too.

But for tonight: they rest. Just him, and his teammate. The floodlights. Boisterously loud crickets. Their own helmets, in their own hands. Two karts. Back to the beginning. Except the beginning is here, it’s when he was seven years old and dad helped him climb into the kart. It’s him in an airplane with one stop going to a cold and wet country where vegemite has the wrong name. It’s Rokit and Prema and Alpine and lawsuits and loud chatter and media distractions.

It’s a sea of eyes assessing him, but only one person’s that he cares to remember. Blue-green eyes, daring to ask the question without words: who are you? what will you become?

Oscar knows, because he has looked into the mirror and asked himself the same, too.

Those blue-green eyes search his own now. Then they steady.

The two of them. Same height, barely two years between them. Same dreams.

Then Lando smiles. Eyes the colour of soft streaking sky, the way it is when Oscar’s in the car and has a chance to look up.

“Ready for me to kick your arse?”

“You won’t.” Oscar says, easily back.

It’s taken them a year, but Oscar thinks he gets it. Talking to Lando is like holding a bird in the palm of your hand. A fluttering thing, fast.

And he thinks of the journeys birds take. Of comings and goings, of the silent effort of flight. He thinks of being two years behind and too small, and looking at the boy in the go kart, on the screen of his phone, who believed in himself enough to do it too.

Oscar zips up his race suit. And he grins. Lando’s eyes glitter with promise.

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#landoscar #Oscar Piastri #Lando Norris #f1 rpf #twinklaren #mctwinks #prompt fills #wisteriawritesstuff #asks #thank u el!!!#this snippet is like if back to the beginning by djo was smooshed together with the papaya blorbos I reckon #kinda sorta #inspired by that snippet of Oscar talking recently about oakleigh #and lando visiting it #idk that this qualifies as soft #but for now???? an adjacent Attempt #goodnight world

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Goodnight prompt 60/∞

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Ship: RK900/Gavin Reed AUs/Tropes: Machine RK900, Slow build (like, really really slow) Prompt: Faced with the only android unable to understand human emotions and deviate, the entire precinct makes a challenge out of making RK900 become a deviant. No one expects Gavin to be the one to succeed.

Extra details: Okay, this would be set in a basic best ending with the Jericho gang going back to Cyberlife to find all of the other androids still left. They obviously find a bunch of prototype, some that can be activated, some that are just not programmed/built enough to do so.

And they find RK900 too, of course. They manage to break the whole "Amanda" thing thanks to Connor's help, but unluckly that does not mean that RK900 immediately becomes a deviant, no matter how much both Connor and Markus try.

There is just something about RK900 that prevents them from the deviation to happen in that way. It just has to be more natural, like it happened for the first androids.

Everyone at Jericho gives it a try, but all of the other androids are just as confused by having emotions, since it's so new to them. So, Connor asks for help to all the human he knows. Which is basically he asks his human co-workers to help.

RK900 starts to work at the precinct. Mostly because Connor thinks it's the best place for him to organically deviate, like he did. Don't know if I necessarily want this one to be one of those fic where RK900 is Gavin's partner. Actually, I think that should not be a thing in this one.

I imagine RK900 just rotating with different people trying to fit in, everyone giving it their best to make Rk900 deviate.

I also think that Gavin would be laughing at whatever everyone around his is trying to do to make the damn Pinocchio become a real kid. He obviously wants to stay as far away from RK900 as he can, and refuses multiple time to give a go himself to deviate the damn thing.

That is until Tina kind of dares him to do it while they are both drunk. They would have both forgotten about the bet by the following day. If it wasn't for RK900 himself, that was, at the time, Tina's partner.

Gavin is absolutely furious with Tina for making him take that bet, with himself for drinking so much that he actually agreed, but most of all to RK900 that is already sitting in front of Gavin's desk and shows him footage of him and Tina drunkenly shaking their hands.

When faced with a challenge, Gavin is not one to simply give up. So, begrudgingly, he does his best. He already knows where everyone else failed. After all everyone was always complaining about why this or that didn't work. So Gavin knows what NOT to do.

So he has a good starting point on that. But no clue of what he should actually do since apparently all of the good ideas have already failed. While he thinks, then, he just treats RK900 like he would any other partner. Like shit, then.

RK900 at first seems his usual robotic self, but after working with Gavin for months... They both realize that there is something different about RK900 actually. It's subtle most of the times, but... Whatever Gavin is doing, seems to be working. And, despite how Gavin would never admit it out loud, he kind of enjoys RK900's company and help. He would even go so far as to say they are friendly.

And it takes more and more time, and Gavin starting to slowly accept that he does like RK900 A LOT actually, when he finally realizes that what RK900 needed was time. Like, literally exposure therapy but not all at once, like he could learn about the human experience in just a pinch.

It has to be a gradual thing, living like a human to actually learn what humanity is. Which is how they become actual friends, and Gavin, the less lovable and loving person in the whole Detroit, also decides that he should teach RK900 what love is.

At first he thinks it would be a good idea to adopt a new pet, letting RK900 name it and taking care of it from day one. And it seems to work. RK900 learns how to show affection to others.

What he does not expect is that Gavin himself is the person he shows that affection the most. And that's coincidentally when Gavin realizes he himself has fallen in love with RK900... Which is bad, because, with how Gavin has basically babysat the thing for basically two years at this point, there is no chance that RK900 sees him as a lover.

Rk900 probably sees him more as a father figure or a brother, right? Damn Tina and her bet! He doesn't even want to gloat to her about succeeding where everyone else failed and gave up when things got too complicated!

#goodnight prompts #reed900 #900gavin #900reed #gavin900 #fic prompt #daily prompt #prompt #dbh #detroit become human #rk900 #gavin reed #good ending au #slow build #feel free to change whatever detail as well #feel free to use this prompt however you want

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