i love thiss!

Its like almost 12 am here and im awake thinking about how cute the idea of a uf paps being terrified of thunderstorms is

vivcnnewestwood  asked:

ok so i love your writing and i was wondering if you could write me something for percy/lee? anything is okay! and don't feel time pressured or anything i'm cool

ahhh of course! I really love requests for rare pairs

Lee wrung his hands uncomfortably, shifting from one foot to the other. “Well… ”

“Spit it out mate,” George groaned impatiently, still too hungover to properly open his eyes.

Fred hummed in agreement from somewhere under the pile of coats that people had left in the twins’ bedroom in The Burrow. Lee made a mental note of keeping one for himself later.

“Something strange happened last night,” Lee said, his voice not even half as confident as usual. “And I thought you should know.”

George managed to sit up straighter, sensing the seriousness of the moment. Fred’s hair peaked put from under a pink boa scarf. “How bad can it be?”

“If you’re trying to tell us that I made a fool of myself last night, save your breath; I remember everything.” George rubbed his temples and Fred chuckled.

“No, it’s not that. I just…” Lee saw the mess that his two friends were in that moment and decided that they weren’t in any position to judge him. “I snogged someone.”

Fred emerged from the pile of coats a bit more, his eyes squinting at the light coming in from the window. “Was it Angelina?” he looked at George briefly. “Then who was I snogging?”

George shrugged. “Maybe she has a secret twin.”

“Can you imagine? Two Angelinas? That sounds nice,” Fred seemed lost in his fantasy because he fell back on the coats.

“It was your brother,” Lee announced before he lost them again.

The silence that followed was long and uncomfortable. The twins not talking was never a good sign.

“Ron?” Fred asked, his voice muffled.


“Charlie?” George tried.


Bill? Bloody hell Lee, he’s married!”

Before Lee could answer the ridiculous question, George interrupted. “No, no, it must have been Ginny.”

“Ginny’s not our brother.”

“Oh, right.”

Lee had had enough. “Percy.”

This time the silence didn’t last quite as long. 

“PERCY?!” they both yelled simultaneously, their eyes suddenly wide open in shock before squinting and recoiling from the light. 

Lee nodded. “I didn’t plan it but I guess it’s a thing now. I hope you don’t mind.” 

The twins threw themselves back on their respective messy beds. “Man, I thought Percy would die a virgin,” Fred said as he draped an arm over his eyes.

“Actually he’s quite-”

“Stop!” George interrupted Lee. “I don’t want to know.” 

Lee laughed, delighting himself in the knowledge that he now had some of the best pranking material to annoy the twins for a lifetime, even if this thing with Percy amounted to nothing. 

There were steps outside the door and a soft voice murmured, “Lee?” 

It was Percy, no doubt about it, and hearing his name whispered like that from him sent shivers down Lee’s back. He looked at his friends, trying to hold back the sudden burst of happiness he felt. 

George rolled his eyes. “We’re alright, go.” 

“Mate, you could have kissed our mum and I wouldn’t mind,” Fred said with a shrug. 

“Hey!” George protested. 

“Sorry. I’m still a little drunk.” 

The doorknob rattled then and the twins fell silent, closing their eyes and pretending to be asleep. The door opened and Percy appeared, looking like he had just woken up. Lee couldn’t hold back his smile any longer as he stared at his hair all over the place, his spectacles forgotten.

“Thought I’d find you here,” Percy whispered with a rough voice and smiled back. He looked beyond Lee at his two brothers to confirm they were asleep. “Want breakfast?” 

Lee nodded as Percy took his hand, leading him out of the room. 

“Thank Merlin they’re asleep. Can you imagine what they’d say if they found out now?” Percy asked once they were on the other side of the door. 

Lee leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Percy’s lips, earning a soft hum as Percy’s eyes fluttered shut. “I can’t imagine.” 

When they walked away from the door Lee could swear he heard gagging noises.


and I separated them so I can credittttt and bc i’m weird

friggen love this guy Soul- @amber-acrylic

Idk I guess he got caught ok I thought it was cuTEEE Sansta- @crowfry/ @the-holiday-viruses

lazy flower dad- @lavender-sans

I love them- I literally cannot express how mucH I ADOrE ThEMm Cherry- @ask-the-candy-skull Span- @underloadhell

Only You || Choi Seungcheol

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: SEVENTEEN Choi Seungcheol x Reader

When you’re jealous and in denial… Prompt 10 + 19

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“Babe,” Seungcheol pouts. “Don’t be like this.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Be like what?”

He held you tight in an embrace, but your hands on his chest is keeping him from pulling you even closer to his warmth. “You know,” he teased, “Jealous.”

You squirmed out of the arms enveloping your waist, but the attempt was futile since it only made him hug tighter. Looking at anything but his puppy eyes, you huffed, “Jealous? Me? She’s too skinny and too caked up with makeup. Why would I be jealous of her?”

He let go of you when he felt you tense. You faced away, trying to hide your flustered face that may give away the frustration you’re feeling—not that the words coming out of your mouth are any secretive. “I mean, yeah, she’s an idol, and you get to spend more time with her because of this variety show, but why would I be jealous of something as petty as that?”

Seungcheol let out a hearty laugh and once again caged you in his embrace, coming from the back and snaking his arms around your waist as he bury his face in your nape.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he giggled.

He fucking giggled, and that fucking made you giddy and warm all over, but you can’t yet because apparently, you’re mad at him.

“Oh,” you groaned, “Fuck you.”

Your boyfriend found this amusing—if it isn’t obvious from all the laughing—and you’re a bit annoyed that he isn’t taking this seriously. But then you thought, “What is there to take seriously? I’m not jealous.”

“Oohh…” he cooed, his breath tickling your nape. “Kinky.”

Facing him with his arms still stubbornly wrapped around you, you hit his chest and he let out a hiss.

“The members will be with me in the show,” he said, as if it’s the most obvious thing, which it is.


He sighed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “So, you don’t have to worry about anything. Seungkwan is there, he’ll be enough distraction, and you know Jun,” he shook his head, “He’d be capturing all the hearts of the girls there before I could fully say Mississippi.”

Quirking an eyebrow, you considered this. Seungcheol looked at you expectantly.

“I can’t risk it,” you finally say.

“What?” He whined, “Risk what?”

“I can’t risk it,” you repeated, a small blush creeping to your face. “You’re charming. They’ll fall for you.”

Seungcheol had his heart beating faster than it’s supposed to. He leaned in to kiss the frown off of your lips. You felt his lips press on yours, lingering a second longer than normal. He pulled away and said, “They can fall for me all they want.” Your forehead creased at that, but he kissed it away too, “But I’ll only fall for you.”

Shipppp babbyyy-

Geno (loverofpiggies) and reaper (renrink)

Bois name is Lorelai yeah I knowww, shhh, he kinda does that anyway I guess?

Anywayyy, this kid mannn, he is dead inside and doesn’t care anymoRE. Usually he keeps his cloak thingyyyy closed completely but I opened it a lil so you could kinda see his clothes underneath.

The ends of his cloak thing trail off in some weird smoke ooor something ??? And his scarf is constantly movng like wind is blowing, not that much but I wanted to show that there are two sides to it aND that ittt goes off in little strands of the fabric that usually fade away, like smoke or steam does, idk how to describe it

His right eye glitches from time to time but not usually, it happens more often when he is feeling more emotions.

I’ve heard that is you touch Reaper you diE so this kid inherited that, so don’t touch hiMm. He is kinda depressed looking an dead inside but if he likes something oor whatev he gets happy and cyOOOT.

same universe, different time

Submission by: @whydourlshavetobesodamncreative
uh here you go, I’ve never written something like that, so please be kind or just ignore this)


Mandag, 6:55

Sometimes, Even thinks the universe hates him. At other times, he thinks the universe does not care at all. Usually he doesn’t know what’s worse, but today he wouldn’t mind a bit of indifference, he decides - at least it would reduce the chances of fucking up his (second) first day of school. With a sigh, Even rolls around in his bed and grabs his phone from the nightstand, turning off his alarm that’s supposed to go off in five minutes anyway.

(He glumly wonders why he cared to set it up in the first place. He spent the entire night tossing and turning while trying to keep his mind from spiraling down, down, and further still. He should know by now that this is a lost cause. He’ll never be able to win a race against his own brain.)

So Even gets up, eats breakfast, showers, packs his things and assures his parents that yes, he’s gonna be fine on his way out.


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мы цвели на костях весны,
после марта пришел февраль,
новостройками снились сны,
тишину закаляла сталь.

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A monster story

Maurie was approaching her first millennia, although the half-dragon didn’t look it, her facial scales and her horns just as smooth as they were when she was a mere 100 years old. Despite her youthful appearance she has found that she now fits the stereotype of the lonely old lady with many animals, as any stray/unwanted cabbits (cat-rabbit hybrids) and jackalopes were soon brought to her for adoption “fostering” then adoption (by her, because after all, what else was she to do with the large amount of empty space in her house and the small fortune her kind had the habit of amassing seemingly by magic)

After trying out the dating scene for a while in the 1500s and again in the 1800s she’d given up on love, and she could not remember the last time a new person had come into the small town she lives in. That until her vet retired, the gentleman leaving for warmer climates since the harsh winters were not kind on his aged joints.

The new vet was a sweet and somewhat shy woman named Emma who had several small cryptids of her own. Her shyness seemed a little more pronounced around Maurie as Emma had mistakenly referred to her using the incorrect form of the more archaic draconic pronouns (Something that humans never did, as their eyes seemed unable to distinguish the ultraviolet patterns on a dragon’s hide and they rarely noted the subtleties in the shapes of their facial ridges, never mind the other external signs of biological sex).

It had not bothered Maurie all that much, although it had startled her given that she had not heard that term in a very long time. She had forgotten that although she did spend time to sing the many horns covering her head and scalp into a weaved style that was not all those who she did not know used to determine her designation. While her many-branched and carefully carved horns were more usually seen in the draconic gender that was for the most part equivalent to the human gender of female the rest of her visible form still showed the traits she had been born with.

The vet’s sincere apology and the fact that Emma had made a point to use the correct pronouns (as well as learning the names of every single one of Maurie’s large family of adopted animals) had made her a fast favourite of Maurie was actually glad visits to the vet’s office had become more frequent after Jane, the most troublesome of the cabbits had managed to learn how to climb.

The subsequent escape via the winged-cat door located one and a half meters off the ground was astonishing, and the speed with which she tunneled under the chain link fence to freedom could have ended disastrously, had the hybrid not eventually followed the more feline part of it’s nature and fallen asleep on the hood of a black SUV that was perfectly situated in a patch of sunlight.

It seemed like the cabbit’s brief taste of was consequence free, until two and a half weeks later when Maurie brought her in to be spayed. The drastic change in Jane’s weight in such a short time had been enough for Emma feel the need to examine her further. It did not take all that much time before they knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt that Jane was now in the family way, and although they did not know who was responsible Maurie was suspecting the non-neutered cabbit that kept roaming the neighborhood.

As the pregnancy progressed it became evident that this would be a situation that would require close attention, the next ultrasound showing developing kits that were most definitely not the product of two cabbits. While not too surprising given the promiscuity of a cabbit in heat, the offspring were developing at a somewhat odd speed, and after several more weeks of regular check-ins it seemed like small horn-buds were visible.

It may have taken weekly visits and some home-made muffins but soon enough Emma had become far more relaxed around her client. The two bonded over the oddness of the fact that a cabbit had chosen a jackalope to be the father of her kits and increasingly obscure and far-fetched reports of breeding between the different rabbit-formed cryptids.

The fact that about three quarters of the way through the pregnancy Emma gave Maurie her personal phone number to call “if she had any concerns or if anything changes” did not seem odd to either of them, nor did the increasing frequency of Maurie’s trips to the clinic with some sort of baked good that had most definitely been pulled out of the oven mere moments before.

Soon enough both the calls from Emma to check in on Jane and the baked goods deliveries began to happen daily. Home-visits also became commonplace, with Emma dropping in to check on the cabbit’s progress and Maurie pulling yet another sheet of cookies from her oven, which at this point seemed to be a portal to a realm of endless baked goods.

It was nightfall when finally the time came for the kits to enter the world. The two settled down in Maurie’s living room, keeping careful watch over the cabbit and helping when need be. After eight hours of waiting for the kits to go through with their plan to arrive fashionably late the third and final little one is able feel air on it’s skin for the first time, and from Jane’s actions it becomes apparent that there is no need for further interference. As the mother cleans her offspring the tired helpers lean back, far too exhausted to stop themselves from cuddling up to each other. With a single whisper of something resembling “want to get coffee later” the two women drift off to sleep, a basket of bunnies in front of them and beyond that an entire lifetime ahead of them.

Submitted by high-quality-ace-trash

I wasn’t even halfway through finishing this when I realized three very important things:

1) Someone had already drawn this scene,

2) There was a continuity error that I couldn’t fix without starting all over, and

3) I’m an absolute idiot for attempting to create this on digital when I’ve only drawn with my tablet like 5 times.

Nevertheless, I felt like I had to finish this because your AU is absolutely BEAUTIFUL and is probably the BEST fanfiction I’ve ever read, not even MENTIONING all of the amazing art and ideas that have been produced because of it!! You two are amazing, and I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for these wonderful children! :D