this weather though!


this stream was a complete blast thank you so much to everyone who came and hung out!!! we got some real great work in lmao…..

You Look Like You Need a Drink (M)

Originally posted by hidden--demons

Summary: After a bad week with the worst luck imaginable, you happen upon a local dive bar run by an attractive young bartender who livens up your evening.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,221

Warning: Bartender!Yoongi, tattooed!Yoongi, sexual harassment, sexual themes, power play, manners kink, alcohol use, profanity

A/N: I wrote this last year for my dear friend’s birthday and swore this fic would never see the light of day. I have since “remastered” it, so to speak, so I’m sharing it here. SURPRISE!

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“Revenge Is Gonna Be Mine” 

Side-by-Side comparison of the rehearsal and the final scene. 

*Interestingly the talking bits didn’t match up (even though the end did) so I had to edit it a bit to get the bridge and the last verse to sync. 


Leafeon Subspecies / Variations

Depending on the location of the Moss Rocks required to trigger evolution in an Eevee, a Leafeon can develop into many diverse forms. 

Thistle Leafeon: A larger variation of the Standard Leafeon. While no Leafeon could be considered aggressive, this subspecies is most likely to stand it’s ground when threatened. Attacking it without careful consideration will lead to prickly consequences for those involved. It’s most commonly found in dry flat-lands, and tend to arise in areas where agriculture is beginning to encroach on nature.  

Fern Leafeon: Very similar in size to Standard Leafeons. This sub-species is found most commonly in tropical to sub-tropical environments. They are particularly gentle and playful by nature, and their pelts and leafy features are soft and pleasant to touch.  

Cherry Blossom Leafeon: (Also known as Sakura Leafeons.) 
A beautiful subspecies which is commonly used by trainers in contests. They are very sensitive to the seasons and changes in weather. Though they have a pink hue to their pelts year round, their coats are most vibrant during Spring. After this season passes, these Leafeons will shed their coats and grow a new one. They are usually found in undisturbed, highland forests.  

Japanese Maple Leafeon: Another subspecies which is sensitive to seasonal change. Though they retain a reddish hue to their pelts year-round, their coats become most vibrant in colour during autumn months. After this season passes, these Leafeon will shed their coats and grow a new one. They are usually found in undisturbed, lowland forests. 

Water Lily Leafeon: An aquatic variation of Leafeon. They arise when the Moss Rock used for evolution is partly submerged in water. They require regular contact with water, and enjoy swimming in ponds and shallow pools immensely. Their paddle like tails allow them to move with some speed in water.

Marimo Leafeon: A very rare variation. Marimo Leafeons only occur when a Moss Rock used for evolution is completely submerged in water. They are smaller than Standard Leafeons. While not exactly difficult to care for, travelling with one can be difficult, as removing them from water for long periods can impact on their health. They are good swimmers, and excellent divers, with a fondness for collecting items at the bottoms of ponds. 

I’ve seen a bunch of people doing these and I wanted to give it a swing! I was motivated to try this out by this post in particular

Imagine: getting snowed in with Loki

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

You sighed loudly as you stared out of the frosted window.  The wind was howling outside, and instead of having a nice winter vacation in the mountains, you ended up trapped in the cabin with Loki.  Admittedly, it could be much worse, and you always enjoyed time away from the other Avengers and their ‘relationship advice’, but you had hoped to be able to enjoy light snow.

Currently, Loki was on the bed across the room.  He had busied himself by reading one of his books from Asgard, but his eyes drifted to you, and he wished he had power over the weather.  You loved the snow, but not when it became too strong to enjoy.  He smiled softly at the thought of the love you held for the cold, as it often brought him comfort.  He closed his book gently and walked to your side, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Darling, you needn’t sulk over the storm… There are much better things we could be doing.”  He whispered, and while you shivered –not from the cold-, you simply gave him a weary smile.  You knew he was trying to distract you from the gloomy weather and the fact that you were boxed in by the snow, but you weren’t so easily fooled.  After all, you were in a relationship with the God of Lies.

“As nice as that sounds, I’m just not up for it.”  You responded, before looking back out the window. You knew Loki’s body could handle the weather if he ventured outside, but yours wouldn’t.  You leaned against Loki’s chest, and smiled softly at his comforting embrace.  Loki hummed in understanding and kissed the side of your head, his cool lips nearly feeling warm in comparison to the weather.

“At least come to bed, [Y/N]… Staring longingly outside won’t change the unfolding weather.”  He pointed out, before taking your hand and guiding you to the bed.  You rolled your eyes at him, but your heart was warmed by his actions.  Since you started dating him, Loki had grown much more considerate of your wellbeing and emotions.  The two of you supported one another, even if it was as simple as making sure Loki had the right hair care products.

“Fine… but you better not pick up your book.”  You noted with a grin, pulling a chuckle from the Jotun-Asgardian.  He pulled you down onto the soft mattress before leaning over you and trapping you between his arms.  You hummed contentedly and entangled your fingers in his long hair.  He leaned down to press his chilled lips against yours, and the dreary weather flew from your mind.  You gripped his dark locks and playfully nipped at his bottom lip, drawing a deep growl from the prince.

“Darling… with you in my arms, why would I ever need a book?”


I can’t believe Hawk Moth’s Mandarin Chinese name is Gabriel.


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The Doctor hadn’t imagined that you wearing a skirt would bother him so much. That’s not to say that he didn’t like it. He did like it. That was the problem - he liked it too much. It wasn’t even that short of a skirt, either. There wasn’t anything overly sexy or promiscuous about it. That, he would have been able to ignore. He had been ignoring flaunted sexuality all his lives (it never failed to make him uncomfortable), and it came easily to him at this point. But you weren’t flaunting anything. You were in a tasteful, flowing skirt that cut off right at the knee. It flared out a bit whenever you turned, giving just the slightest tease of your lower thigh, but there was no inappropriate exposure. None at all. It was perfectly perfect. But the Doctor was scared of it.

“Wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?” he asked when you finally joined him in the console room. He immediately bit his tongue when he realized how he sounded, but… he really wanted to know why you were wearing that… thing. And heels. Oh, no, you were wearing heels. They weren’t especially tall and the wedge was hardly more than an inch, but this was more heel than he had ever seen you stand on.

You made a silly face at him in response, too accustomed to his non-ginger rudeness to be offended. “Is this alright for where we’re going? I’ll just change real quick if it’s not. I just never get to wear it.”

That’s right, you never got to wear it. (Forget the heels. Can’t run well in those, so they were out of the question.) The Doctor had never seen so much leg on you. You wore trousers, always, because you were smart enough to know that skirts were not for adventuring. Even in hot weather, though, you didn’t wear shorts. You just wore trousers with thinner material. Shorts were nice, but the idea of running through dense underbrush or stinging nettles or a bog with bare legs didn’t appeal to you, so you kept your legs safely covered. Until today.

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  • simon’s 20th birthday was a lovely one, maybe his best one yet
  • his 20th birthday was a lot happier than his 19th. this year things didn’t have a dark undertone from all the traumatic things that had happened that past year. 
  • his 20th birthday was filled with many soft and genuinely happy moments,
  • soft were the morning kisses with baz as they woke in a too hot room after the temperature outside had risen at quick tempo that morning. 
  • soft was the sweater that had originally belonged to baz’s wardrobe, but was now simon’s to keep. (not that he was able to wear it any time soon with this weather.)
  • though the breeze, however still warm, was soft as it blew through the open window into the flat. 
  • soft was the feeling in simon’s belly when penny and baz sang happy birthday for him in their horrible, out of tune voices. 
  • soft was the butter melting on top of his giant pile of sour cherry scones.  
  • soft was the fur of the kitten, now named ebb, that penny had bought for him to keep at their flat. 
  • soft was baz’s hair as simon combed his fingers through it whilst they watched trashy tv for most of the day 
  • soft was penny’s smile as simon looked over at her with his heart full of happiness.  
  • simon’s 20th birthday wasn’t anything big–there was nothing that you could do with weather this hot, nothing but skip all your classes and relax at home with cold squash. (baz hated squash though; not enough sugar)
  • there was nothing really special about simon’s birthday, but the fact that it was just a lovely and simple day made it stand out against any other day in simon’s life. 
  • his birthday was without any complication which, truly, made it his best one yet. 
Summer Revelations

Request:  Haii could you write for Sirius x reader where she invites him to her house over the holidays and all of the sudden (like watching her sleep, laughing, a hug idk) he realises he’s so in love with her??

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 2,823

Warnings: None really, just fluff. Oh, there’s like one nightmare mentioned but it’s not detailed or anything.

A/N: My first ever request! I finished this sooner than I thought I would (mainly because I was procrastinating studying for my Chemistry - whoops. I should probably do that now). Anyway… feedback is appreciated, and I hope you like it :)

Part 2


Sunlight shone on the Black Lake, highlighting the waves and ripples. In the distance, you could hear the faint sound of all the students laughing and chattering. It was the last day at Hogwarts before the Summer holidays, and whilst you were waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive, you were with Sirius, sitting in the shade beneath a tree. You had been friends with Sirius since your first year in Hogwarts, always assisting him with his various pranks. It hadn’t taken you long to find out about his home life and when you confronted him about it, he confessed how much he hated it there. That’s why you had invited him to stay at your house over the holidays until the Potter’s allowed him to stay at theirs.  

Sirius was currently ripping out chunks of grass from the ground and throwing them into the water. You shook your head at him, quietly laughing to yourself at his bizarre actions. “I can’t wait for you to finally meet my parents,” you say. “Properly, I mean,” already predicting his response that he’d already seen them on the platform.  

“I’ll have you know I get owls from your parents at least once a week. We’re already best friends.” He claimed.

Suuuree, Pads. Whatever you need to tell yourself,” you teased. “Besides, I thought I was your best friend.”

“Hey! They’ll love me!” He exclaims cockily. You knew he was only joking, but you could also see past the façade. He was anxious that your parents would hate him (though that was virtually impossible, they already loved Sirius just based on the stories you had told them). So, you reassure him.

“I’m sure they will.”

Eventually, a loud whistle echoes throughout the grounds, alerting you both that the train had arrived. As you had both already taken your trunks down to the platform this morning, you didn’t need to carry anything there. Sirius gets up first and holds his hand out to you, silently offering to help you up. Once you were on your feet, you brush of the dirt off of your clothes and smirk mischievously at him. “Race you!” And you sprint off, Sirius close behind you.  

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Bad Timing

For @pandalandalopalis because I couldn’t resist writing this and I love the two of them being protective of each other. The Dragonpit scene was amazing though-I loved it. 

King’s Landing loomed off the side of the boat, the towers of the Red Keep sparkling in the early dawn light. On the top deck, the two monarchs stood shoulder to shoulder watching it draw closer; it should have been a momentous occasion but there was a tension to the moment because the city wasn’t safe for them. Not yet. 

“Do you think she’ll try and kill us?” Jon loosened his cloak, just slightly. It was significantly warmer in King’s Landing than it had been anywhere else, even on Dragonstone, but he refused to take off his cloak-more out of principle than a desire to be warm. 

“I’d be surprised if she didn’t.” Dany caught her breath, her fingers tightening momentarily on the boat railing. It was a small thing, barely noticeable if one wasn’t paying attention-but Jon always seemed to be paying attention to the Dragon Queen now. 

He touched her lower back instinctively, to steady her. “Are you all right?” This hadn’t been the first dizzy spell in the last few days; Dany tried to play it off as nothing but he was starting to get worried. 

She nodded, but she wouldn’t look at him. “I’m fine.” 

“Maybe we shouldn’t-”

She shook her head and stepped away from him, not turning away from the sprawling city in the distance. Her arms were crossed slightly, as if cold, and the look in her eyes was utterly inscrutable. The queen mask was coming down; gone was the Dany whose door he had knocked on in the middle of the night, who had stayed up for hours telling him about her life on the run, who had spent every minute by his side when he was healing from his wounds. There was no time for weakness; not now. “It’s the weather.”

He nodded, though it had never bothered her before. But he knew better than to fight with her, especially now when they needed to be as strong as they could be. 

Queen Cersei wasn’t near as deadly as the Night King, but he was still nervous-almost more nervous than he’d been before he left Eastwatch. At least the wights he could anticipate; the Queen was desperate and unpredictable, which made her dangerous. And he wasn’t particularly looking to die so soon. “If you’re sure you aren’t-”

“I’m fine.” He thought only he could hear the catch in her voice. Seven hells. This was the last thing they needed. The absolute last thing. 

They were all very silent on the way to the Dragonpit. They’d purposely picked a meeting spot that was far removed from the rest of the city; there was no predicting how the common people of King’s Landing would react to the Unsullied, much less the King in the North or the Dragon Queen. But the tension was still there, especially when the Lannister guard met them at the edge of the city. He got a few curious glances but for the most part everyone’s eyes flitted over him and to Tyrion-the once hero of the Battle of the Blackwater and now a wanted fugitive. 

It had been so long since he’d seen Cersei-and even then he’d just caught a glimpse of her at Winterfell. Everything had changed now; she no longer had her long golden hair and there was something in the way she carried herself that screamed power and hidden ferocity. She truly looked like a queen, as she took her seat at the front of the pit. 

Her eyes flickered to Dany’s empty seat, just like everyone else’s. And even though Jon knew perfectly well where the Dragon Queen was, he still felt tense and uneasy. What if something went wrong? 

Dany made her entrance, of course-and he couldn’t help but be in awe of her. Then again, he knew he wasn’t the only one. Even some of the Lannisters were looking at her with grudging respect as she climbed down from her black scaled mount, face expressionless, and took her seat next to Tyrion. Cersei looked practically livid but Dany didn’t rise to the bait. Too much was at stake; there was too much riding on this meeting to do anything that might risk its outcome. 

She was too pale. 

He thought he was the only one who noticed; she was generally very pale anyway. But her light skin was almost translucent; he could practically see the veins standing out in sharp relief under her skin like a map…the same veins he’d kissed a couple of months ago back at Eastwatch, when they’d first made love to each other. And her hands were shaking; just slightly, but enough to make him worry. We should have set the meeting for another day. But how could they have cancelled? They already couldn’t show any sign of weakness as it was-how would they have explained it to Cersei? 

The wight went over about as well as he’d expected. It was gratifying just to see the look on the Lannisters’ faces when they let it loose from its box and the queen and her entourage beheld it in its full glory, its eyes rolling and the flesh curling from its ruined bones. 

And then came the moment he’d been dreading; he was asked to swear neutrality. He knew what he was supposed to say, how he had to lie…but he couldn’t. So he didn’t. Because he knew, better than anyone, that he couldn’t serve two queens-and there was only one queen that mattered, at least to him. Even pretending to serve another would be a betrayal to her. 

The reaction was nearly instantaneous-Cersei said “Then we have nothing more to discuss” and stood up, her retinue grouped loosely around her. Most of the members of Dany’s entourage were on their feet as well and he knew that he’d ruined everything. He didn’t know what he was going to say or how he could fix it but he knew he had to try…

And then Dany was sick all over the Dragonpit floor. The giant arena went dead silent and Jon felt worry crawl down his spine. 

He saw Cersei turn back, seizing upon the moment of weakness like a cat on injured prey. A shock of fear went through him, quick and thrilling-and he closed the distance between them in two steps, where Dany’s entourage had circled around her protectively. Dany was struggling back to her feet-but she was barely on her knees when she slipped again, falling back to the sand. Her skin was white as parchment. 

The entourage made way as soon as they saw him; Missandei was half supporting the Queen, while Dany tried to stand. “What happened?” 

Missandei shook her head. “I don’t know-”

“It could be poison,” Varys murmured, glancing at the Lannisters. 

“She needs to be checked by the maester,” Jon replied, trying to ignore the way his heart was racing. It shouldn’t be affecting him as much as it was. 

Dany struggled to her feet, only squeezing Missandei’s hand once when it looked as if she might fall. “I’m fine-”

“You’re not fine,” Tyrion replied. “Your Grace-” He glanced between her and the Lannisters, obviously torn. “I can try and talk to her-”

“She’ll kill you.” 

“I have to do something to try and salvage this. Besides, she’ll take this as weakness and exploit it as much as she can. Take her back to Dragonstone,” Tyrion muttered. 

“I don’t-”

“I’m not asking.” Tyrion left, not looking back once. Jon got the distinct and disturbing feeling that if the Queen’s Hand never came back it would be his fault. 

Dany bit her lip, seeming to realize that everything was falling apart around them-and then she suddenly fainted into Missandei’s arms. The queen’s advisor looked at Jon worriedly. “I hope this isn’t what I think it is.” 

He picked the queen up gently and started down the path to the harbor, not looking back once to see how their enemies would take it. Let them stare. He’d probably only confirmed Cersei’s worst fears anyway. 

The rest of the day was tense and quiet back on Dragonstone. The maester was able to make his diagnosis within twenty minutes-the Queen was pregnant. And Jon could only assume that the baby was his. 

Tyrion and the rest of her advisors returned much later to announce that a truce had been reached in spite of the disaster in the Dragonpit. The relief was quick and sweet…but it dissipated suddenly when he had to fill Tyrion in on what had happened. This further complicated things. And Jon hadn’t thought they could get any worse. 

When the sun set, he was finally allowed to see the Queen. She’d been confined to her rooms all day while Missandei fussed over her-but when she saw Jon she just smiled sadly. “I tried to-”

“You did wonderfully. Up until…” 

She laughed mirthlessly. “Cersei will know soon, if she doesn’t already. A child…it puts us both in more danger. 

“We’ve always been in danger. Tyrion says the truce might have been a trap anyway-what reason does she have to trust us, and what reason do we have to trust her?” He took her hand easily; it still sent a shock through him at first, as though it was the very first time. “She wants to kill us both anyway.” 

“But she knows I’m vulnerable.” He could see the fear in her eyes, the way she held one hand to her stomach protectively-and he couldn’t help thinking of Robb’s wife Talisa, murdered by the Lannisters, her unborn child stabbed in the womb. 

“We’re stronger together. You said we’d defeat the Night King together-you’re not going back on your word now, are you? And I told her that I only served one queen.” And I’ll protect you. I won’t even let her get near you. 

“That was stupid of you. I respect it, but…it wasn’t the right time.”

“It never would have been the right time.” 

She took his other hand, guiding it so it rested on top of hers. “Did Tyrion’s assessment change? Are we still fucked?”

The word sounded so odd, coming out of her mouth. He couldn’t help smiling, just a little. “I don’t know. We can’t trust the Lannisters but…any men at all make a difference.” 

He was more desperate than ever to win now; there was no other option. Not if he was going to be a father. 

But they’d cross that bridge when they came to it. 

She sounded like she was smothering a laugh. “Well…now she knows. Now everyone knows about us.”

“And we’ll deal with it as it comes. That’s the only thing we can do.” 

“Missandei told me you carried me all the way to the ship. You didn’t have to do that either.” 

“I was worried about you-”

“It was stupid. But I respect it.” 

And just for that moment, for that smile they shared, it seemed like everything would be all right after all. Somehow, things would work out. Hope might be dangerous, but it was all he had left. 

I wanted to have this done earlier but that’s not actually what happened ugh. 

Now we move on to boatsex stuff.