fluff made a thing

feysand17  asked:

I meant to ask Feysand fluff fic I'm made you a cake

See my favorite thing as a writer is to write something totally off base of what might be expected from these prompts… I think I did that with this one… hope this is fluffy enough, friend. I’m kind of obsessed with it.

Feysand + “I made you a cake”


“Mor, have I ever told you how much I completely and totally loathe you?”

“Oh quit being dramatic,” Rhys’s cousin snapped from where she stood between him and Azriel, her hand in his. “You’re the one who said you wanted a night out downtown with all of us!”

“I meant a night out drinking, Mor. Drinking. Alcohol. The cheap kind. And lots of it, preferably.”

“There will be alcohol!”

“Yeah Rhys, didn’t you read the pamphlet?” Cassian sauntered up to his friend, hooking an arm around his shoulder. “‘Wine and Canvas Painting.’ Sounds delightful, right? A real party. I mean I personally am gonna get so– ow! Quit it!”

Mor leaned over and pinched Cassian in the side to which he yelped.

“Don’t make fun,” Mor hissed. “My friend Feyre is still in the early stages of starting her own business, and I want to support her. And you guys support me, thus, we’re going to drink wine and paint some damn canvases or so help me you two will–”

“We’re here,” Azriel cut in smoothly.

Mor gave Rhys and Cassian one last glare that would have sent other men running before sauntering up the steps and opening the door to a little shop with an overhanging sign that read, “Velaris.”

“That’s a weird name,” Rhys grumbled to himself as he followed after his friends.

Once they were inside and had taken off their coats, Rhys glanced appreciatively at the space inside. It was… nice, he would give it that. Spacious and warm and full of light.

Mor’s friend - Feyre - apparently owned this little studio and taught art classes all throughout the week. And every other Friday she taught a 21 and up class where they served wine while doing canvas paintings.

And Mor, being Mor, thought it would be a great idea to do that this very weekend instead of going out to their favorite bar, the Illyrian, like they usually did.

“Well where is this friend of yours?” Cassian grumbled. “And where is the wine? If I’m doing this I need to be drinking.”

Rhys and Azriel laughed, but quieted instantly when Mor glared at them.

“She’s probably setting up or something. But her sister and Amren are over there, come on.”

“Amren’s here?” Azriel paled. Mor ignored the other two as they snickered and walked ahead.

“Amren! Nesta!” She called out. Two girls in the back row whipped their heads around.

Rhys recognized Amren, the terrifying woman that Mor had introduced him to a few times. The other one, Nesta, must be Feyre’s sister.

Amren just looked the boys up and down and huffed before turning back around in her seat.

Nesta rolled her eyes at Amren and gave Mor a forced smile. “Hey,” she said without much enthusiasm.

Mor went to reply and sit in the open seat next to Nesta, but the next thing they knew Cassian had practically shoved her aside and was careening to sit beside the young woman.

“Well hello there,” he said in his charming voice. “I’m Cassian. And you are?”

Nesta just stared at him, completely unaffected.

“You literally just heard her say my name,” she deadpanned. She looked back over at Mor. “Mor, who the hell is this guy?”

“I’m sorry.” Mor just rolled her eyes. “I told them to be on their best behavior, but I only have one of them trained.” Azriel narrowed his eyes at her but she only giggled and moved to sit down beside Amren and Azriel followed suit on her other side.

“Oh I can be on my best behavior,” Cassian continued, clearly not taking the hint. “I can be on whatever sort of behavior you want, sweetheart.”

He leaned in close to Nesta, giving her his best seductive look.

She was thoroughly unimpressed.

“Get your face the hell away from my face before I break it.”

Cassian’s brow shot up in surprise and Azriel and Rhys both snorted in laughter. His surprise soon turned into wicked delight.

“Oh just wait sweetheart, you’ll learn to love my face. In fact I’ll bet you’ll be painting it before the night is over. Or perhaps if my charm really sways you, you might even be s–”

“Do not finish that sentence and do… not… call me sweetheart,” Nesta seethed.

Rhys was just about to go sit on the other side of Azriel to avoid all of… that, when someone bumped into him from behind.

“Oh, oh I’m so sorry! I just… well I can’t really see right now so…”

Rhys turned to the voice only to be met with a stack of canvases stacked way too high for one person to be carrying. The stranger’s face was hidden behind the stack and it was clear she couldn’t see anything in front of her. He chuckled.

“Do you need some help there?” He offered.

“Nope!” The female voice chirped brightly. “Nope I am perfectly fine. Just fine.”

“Really?” He drawled. “Well then by all means, continue your trek.”

The person froze.

“Right. Yes. Continuing now.”

The woman turned slightly to the left, then slightly to the right. She took a small step forward only to bump into Rhys’s other shoulder.

“Dammit,” she hissed under her breath.

Rhys laughed openly, reaching forward to take half the stack off of her hands.

“Here, allow me.”

When the stack was considerably lowered, Rhys finally saw the stranger’s face - and felt like he had been sucker punched.

With her eyeline free now, the girl blew a stray strand of messy hair away from her face. Her eyes were blue-gray and absolutely stunning. She had a single purple streak of paint on her cheek that he had a feeling she had no idea was even there.

And then she smiled up at him.

“Thanks,” she said, clearly not noticing that he wasn’t even breathing. “Are you here for the class?”

“I uh…” he stumbled, unable to tear his eyes from hers.

What the hell was wrong with him, he didn’t get nervous around girls? Especially not ones with paint on their face and a stubborn attitude to boot.


“Feyre!” Mor shouted suddenly, and the next thing Rhys knew his cousin was shoving him out of the way to give the woman an awkward hug over the canvases she held.

“Hey, Mor,” she said in a strained voice, giving Rhys a look that said ‘save me’ over Mor’s shoulder.

“I told you we would come.” Mor pulled back with a grin. “I brought Az, who you know, and then Cassian is the one over there about to get his balls ripped off by your sister, and it looks like you’ve already met my cousin, Rhys.”

“Yeah we… ran into each other,” Feyre said, smiling over at Rhys.

He could’ve died a happy man right then.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got to get the class started,” she continued apologetically.

“Oh it’s fine,” Mor said quickly as Feyre started to make her way up to the front of the room. Rhys followed awkwardly with his half of the canvases. “Oh and happy birthday!” Mor shouted suddenly.

Feyre froze, whirling towards Mor but running into Rhys yet again.

“It’s your birthday?” Rhys asked, his head cocked to the side.

Feyre paled. “Yes, but don’t say anything else please. I hate celebrating my birthday, it’s just so awkward.”

Rhys grinned, his earlier awkwardness melting away and turning into his usual suave because now he had an in with this girl.

“My lips are sealed Feyre, darling,” he said softly as he sat down his stack of canvases and stepped closer to her. She looked up at him a bit nervously.

“Allow me to formally introduce myself since my cousin thought she needed to do it for me,” he said smoothly, extending his hand. “I’m Rhysand.”

He noticed her shiver and grinned a bit wider.

“Feyre,” she replied, taking his hand. “Feyre Archeron. And please don’t call me darling.”

Rhys laughed, walking backwards towards his seat.

“Whatever you say, Feyre, darling.”

“You know if you keep calling me darling I’ll have to come up with a name for you too. How about prick?”

Ohhhh, he liked this girl already. His smile said as much.

He finally made it back to his seat, plopping down next to Azriel. Cassian and Nesta were still at each other’s throats.

Rhys was watching Feyre as she set up her own easel when Mor leaned across Azriel and pinched his arm.

“Ouch! What, Mor?”

Mor grinned like a fox.

“I knew you two would hit it off.”

“You… you planned this?”

Mor only laughed, leaning back in her seat and grabbing the glass of red wine in front of her as she spoke to Amren. Rhys looked at Azriel incredulously.

He just shrugged as if to say, ‘what can you do?’

The class started, and Rhys found himself captivated by Feyre yet again. She spoke about painting reverently, it was clear this was her passion. Her eyes lit up and her voice took on a tone he could listen to for the rest of his life.

Then when the actual canvas painting began, she walked around the room and answered questions, helping here and there. She stopped by Rhys’s row a couple of times, but only long enough to chat with her sister, Amren, or Mor before skittering off to another place in the room.

Rhys huffed as she avoiding his gaze for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

Mor giggled. “The chase not working out how it usually does for you, cousin?” She teased.

“Neither is his painting,” Azriel murmured.

Rhys cursed his brother, elbowing him in the side.

“What do you mean?” Mor asked. “What’s wrong with your… Rhysand!” She shouted, leaning across Azriel and smacking him in the chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Stop hitting me!” Rhys hissed. The rest of the class - and Feyre, he observed - was watching them. “And mind your own business. I know what I’m doing.”

“Oh do you?” Mor drawled. “Well then by all means, show us your wooing skills.”

Before Rhys could say another word, Feyre had sauntered up right next to him.

“Everything okay back here guys?”

“Oh yes,” Mor said before Rhys could get a word in edgewise. “Az and I were just observing how wonderful Rhys’s painting is.”

Oh Rhys was going to kill his cousin.

“That’s great!” Feyre said enthusiastically, meeting Rhys’s eyes finally.

“Yeah, super great. Go ahead, Rhys.” Mor propped her chin in her hand with a sly grin. “Show her.”

“Well, Mor,” he seethed, turning his easel so Feyre couldn’t see his painting. “I actually wanted to show Feyre darling here my painting when the class was over.”

“Oh but it’s just SO good Rhys, show her now.”

“Yeah, show me,” Feyre jumped back in. Rhys melted at her soft smile, feeling a bit like a prick now. “I bet it’s great.”


“Oh for goodness sake.”

Mor leaned across Azriel for a third time, turning Rhys’s easel towards Feyre herself.


Feyre’s jaw dropped when she saw that Rhys had painted a… cake.

A terrible looking cake with blue frosting and candles that looked like sticks. And in black paint he had written across the top, “Happy Birthday, Feyre Darling.”

She was silent for a few seconds and Rhys thought she might have stopped breathing.


“I made you a cake,” Rhys finally said. It sounded infinitely stupider when he said it out loud. “Since it’s your birthday and I just thought… you’re smiling. Is that a good thing? Did I do something right or are you showing me pity?”

Feyre snorted, covering her mouth with her hand.

“I love it,” she said in between her laughter. “I mean it looks… utterly horrendous–”

“Hey now, this is exquisite.”

“But it’s very sweet of you,” she said, meeting his eyes with a genuine smile.

Rhys felt his own lips tilting upward at the corners of their own accord.

“Anything for you, Feyre darling.”

Feyre’s smile dropped and she rolled her eyes.

“You had to go and ruin it, didn’t you, you prick. Call me darling one more time tonight and I won’t go out with you when you ask me after class.”

“Oh I’m asking you on a date now, am I?” He asked, mouth turned up in wicked delight.

“Well you better. You already made me cake,” she gestured to the painting. “Now you have to buy me dinner.”

He met her teasing eyes and realized he was already in deep shit and he didn’t mind at all.

“Anything you want.”

#✪ ͜ʖ✪ yas

Dear Diarist

High school AU where Dean finds a diary, and it just so happens to contain his name - and details of the mystery writer’s intense crush on him. But Dean’s also got a crush… it’s too much to hope for that the diarist is Castiel, right?

happy birthday to @destieldrabblesdaily!!! love you Shirley <3

(read here on AO3 if you prefer!)

Dear Diary,

I think I’m a ghost. No one ever seems to see me at all.

Dean frowned, staring down at the first page of the book that he’d found on top of the lockers, pushed back out of sight. He’d never have found it at all, if Sam hadn’t taken his Physics textbook and hidden it up there, just to show off that he was taller than Dean now.

I don’t talk to anyone and no one talks to me. It’s not that they don’t like me, it’s that they don’t seem to see me at all. I swear I really am a ghost.

Dean stopped reading, frowning. Was this supposed to be an actual diary, or some kind of story? He checked the front cover of the book for a name, a clue to whom it might belong - but found nothing. He opened it up again.

One day, I think I’m just going to stand up and walk right out of class. And no one will even look up. I’m going to walk out of class and never come back and not one person at this school will miss me. And I won’t miss any of them, either. Except…

Dean leaned back against his locker and flipped the page, his attention caught. He wondered briefly whether he should stop reading - but then he got a glimpse of the next few words, and his curiosity escalated out of control.

… there is one boy. Dean Winchester, his name is Dean Winchester. 

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Jimin Scenario: Highway Lines.

Request: hello! could i request a scenario where you are a youtuber and you’re dating jimin. it could be centred around either filming a video with him and constantly laughing or maybe vlogging a day out with him idk your pick as long as it has a lot of fluff. thank you! :)

Genre: Fluff / Romance 

There were many things that made you feel exhilarated, like the sunshine shining on top of your skin, the wind blowing on your face, blasting your music loud, throwing your hands up in the air, and your boyfriend’s laugh.

The group in the car’s radio was singing about sunshine filled days, warm eyes and aqua blue skies, you were sure that if they knew Jimin, they would be singing about him too. You giggled to yourself and turned on your seat a little, your hair got entangled with the sudden turn so you pushed it back for it to not block your eyes. You should have let the window up but this was exactly what you wanted.

Jimin drove away from your house but it already felt like you were so away, maybe it was the way you always got so caught up with him, how were everything else disappeared and it only mattered the two of you.

–What are you doing? – Jimin looked at you from the corner of his eyes and focused again on the road, you could see the smile dancing around the corner of his lips.

–You already know – you pulled up your camera and pointed it towards Jimin. Recording the things you loved was your passion, you had a channel in youtube where you did little vlogs about your life and shared things with your subscribers. Jimin already knew about it, and he got used to you recording the most unexpected of things, like this. –I’m making a vlog about us –

This was an impromptu date, you had not planned to be out or anything until Jimin said he had taken his parent’s car for a ride, and you didn’t think twice before kissing him and getting in. Jimin had recently gotten his driving license so he was taking any chance he could get the car in his hands, and you suspected he actually stole it for the day but that just made it the more exciting.

–Would you greet the camera for me? – you asked in a cute voice, Jimin laughed like he couldn’t believe it, but you knew he wasn’t mad at all. His smile was as captivating as always and you kept looking at him through your camera, this little moments were the most special ones to record, when you could see him getting a little ashamed or shy, because Jimin was manly, sexy and confident, but he could also be so sweet and cute you wished you could always have the chance to experience all of Jimin’s perfect sides.

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Aye~ So yeah, I made a comic thing. X3 which is Blueberry borrowing Edgy’s hoodie and realizes how warm it is and REALLY likes it, ended up making Edgy flustered because of his cuteness <3 And yes, I ship CherryBerry (or EdgeBerry, whatever you calls it :3) but I kinda like ChemicalRomance (nor SciEdge, or UF Sans X Sci Sans) more but I still like CherryBerry (EdgeBerry) ^w^ I mostly blames thegreatrouge on DA XD And this is my first comic x3 so I just make fluffs xD
So enjoy my crappy comic (or don’t)
Underfell Sans © ???
Underswap Sans © @underswapped
Art & Comic © Me


Title: Geronimo
Pairing(s): Gavin/Ryan/Jon
Rating: Slightly NSFW
Word Count: 4,100
Summary: The five times Gavin wanted nothing more than to say “I love you,” and the one time he did.


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Let them be together!

Nothing to Worry About | Byun Baekhyun Scenario

Anonymous said : Hi bambi! You seem super sweet, haha! I was wondering if you could do a long (baekhyun x reader) scenario where he is your boyfriend and the two of you have a sleep over at his house for the weekend, and you both just end up having lots of fun and having deep conversations late at night and stuff? This is kinda fluffy i’m sorry<3 Thank you!

Thank you anon ! I’m in love with these Baekhyun fluff concepts. I kinda made it like a first time sleepover thing because… well you’ll see. (I never know when a scenario is too long or long enough this one is about 940 words, I hope that’s okay)

Genre: Fluff

There’s nothing to worry about, you repeated to yourself, I’ll just go there, sleep, and leave the next day, no big deal. Yet, every time that thought went through your head, you couldn’t help but blush at the fact that you’re actually sleeping over at Baekhyun’s house. Come on, he’s your boyfriend and all and he’s possibly the most gorgeous, best, kind human being that you’ve ever met and that you genuinely thought you couldn’t stand a chance against. What was there to worry about? Absolutely everything.

You wondered if he felt the same way. But nooooo, Baekhyun was out and about in his house, completely ecstatic for the sleepover. This excitement, contrary to your situation, heavily overweighed his nervousness, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there. He made sure there wasn’t a speck of dust in his house and that his roommates were certain not to come back home before tomorrow. All in all, this moment had to be perfect.

You were probably half an hour late, rushing through traffic and silently cursing as you almost couldn’t make it to Baek’s house. When you arrived, the cheap makeup on your face didn’t last. You spent a few minutes in your car just trying to take it off but you noticed your boyfriend watching you from his window before you could put on another layer. Sighing at the mess you were, you practically ran to the door. He opened it, rather surprised.

“Are you-” Baekhyun said slowly.

“Don’t…ask…” You breathed.

The two of you stood there, you didn’t dare step inside. At this point, your heart was most likely beating at the speed of light. He laughed at the awkwardness of the situation, reminding himself of how dorky and cute his girlfriend was.

“Jagi, I’m not the freaking president. You can come in.”

“Right, right.”

Well, Baekhyun had sure done a good job at cleaning the place. Especially since he had thirty extra minutes to spare. He offered to show you his room, but you almost went into cardiac arrest so he thought maybe it was better to just not go there yet. Another silence passed until Baek was back to being his quirky self.

“Wanna make cupcakes?”

“Ohmygod, sure.” You abruptly nodded your head, feeling proud at how well the man knew you and your love for cupcakes.

He started throwing random things out of the fridge and pantries : milk, baking soda, salt, egg, freaking meat, pasta?… You tried calling out his name but he was already taking bowls and spoons out of every cabinet in the house. A little louder but he was throwing the whole bag of flour, plastic and all, in a cup.

“Baek!” He turned around, “Do you even know how to make cupcakes? Why are you taking all this stuff out? What are you doing?”

He laughed, as if what he was doing was obviously the right thing and you had absolutely no reason to question it.

“My dear, this is the science… of cooking~” Baekhyun struck a pose and you were on the floor laughing.

You decided to help him : it was the least you could do because he was literally a lost cause. So the two of you spent an hour making the greatest cupcakes you could, rubbing batter on each other’s noses, and the occasional kisses from your boyfriend. On your cheek, on your nose, on your forehead, on your lips, you blushed single every time. Whenever he noticed, he made it his goal to see how red your face would get. Overall, you got a lot of love from this guy.

“What now?” Baek asked once he put the cupcakes in the oven.

“I don’t know babe, I thought this was your house,” You stuck out your tongue.

“If it’s up to me, how about the bedroom now, huh jagi?” He raised an eyebrow.

Once again, you had to be resurrected just to hit him for saying that. He whined jokingly about how much it hurt and how you’d have to kiss it. You rolled your eyes, still kissing his arm because he was so cute.

“I’m not kidding though, I really want to show you my room.” He laughed.

The rest of the evening was spent cuddling, playing around, pillow fighting, and eating cupcakes. When you two finally figured it was time to sleep, you didn’t feel so uncomfortable sleeping with Baekhyun after all. He talked about the future with you as he held you close : your travels, your plans, your wedding… And it just made you so happy because you had never imagined this moment would be so meaningful and beautiful and amazing.

“Hey Baekhyun?”


You chuckled, suddenly turning into a shy turtle.

“I love you~”

And BAM, his expression just completely changed into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. Seriously, he looked as if he wanted to smile more but he just couldn’t because his bones and muscle were putting every ounce of effort into that one smile and you actually wondered if it was painful to smile that much. Baekhyun pinched your cheeks suddenly, taking you by surprise.

“I love you too, my little turtle. Sooo much~” He cooed.

You rolled your eyes and lay on your back, sighing.

“I don’t know why I was so nervous. I mean, I thought this would be all awkward and stuff because you know- I’m kinda very awkward but… it was actually really nice…”

You giggled as you played with the sleeves of your hoodie shyly. Baekhyun laughed. His next phrase literally made you scowl.

“Oh come on, it’s me! There’s nothing to worry about!”

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Feelings (Deku x Kacchan)
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  • Gravigo Kenji
  • BNHA

For the first time in forever, I MADE A THING.

Please enjoy the fluff. If you turn down your volume a little, you can experience the fluff even better(?).

Song: Kore wa Zombie Desu Ka?! OST - Tenki Yohou Nante Ate ni Naranai

So I never ever post my stuff in here but I started writing this and it got out of hand and I have no idea where this came from but I like it very very much and I thought I shared it…

I’ve see many fics where Cat doesn’t miss a beat in correcting Kara to call her ‘Cat’ instead of ‘Ms. Grant’ when they start getting involved, and I have this headcanon:

Cat actually likes to be called 'Ms. Grant’ by Kara instead of insisting on being called Cat everytime Kara says it. And, not just in bed for a dom! sub! thing (though that would totally happen as well), but like just day to day because they are so used to it, and it’s a respect thing, since we see most people calling her Cat unless they are afraid of her (say Winn), and Kara says it in a very affectionate way that makes Cat’s heart skip a beat, and sometimes Kara says it teasingly, and other times she just uses it almost like a term of endearment (and she tried to teasingly use kitty once but got a slap on the face and a week on the couch, of her own apartment).
Because 'Cat’ is personal, 'Cat’ is private, 'Cat’ is intimate. It’s for when it’s the two of them and Carter, sometimes even Adam though Kara and Adam are still awkward around each other; 'Cat’ is for when they act like an old married couple and Cat does or says something so rude or stubborn that a simple 'Ms Grant’ reprimand isn’t strong enough, it’s for when Cat does something so amazing that Kara can’t help but gasp 'Cat!’, it’s for when Cat does something so considerate when Kara is down that all the girl’s emotions just spill out in a soft sigh or whisper of 'Cat’. It’s for when they are having breakfast or getting ready for the day or watching tv on the couch on a lazy Sunday at home with fluffy socks and worn out tshirts that Cat will never admit to ever wearing. It’s for holidays and long weekends on their private beach when Kara keeps trying to coax Cat into dropping her book and going for a swim with her, for when she calls excitedly to show her the sand sculpture she and Carter did, for when she slips behind Cat pressing her whole body cold from the water against Cat’s sun heated skin and they watch as Carter has the time of his life playing with their dog and Adam and Cat presses a kiss on Kara’s salty neck. It’s for the heated arguments over 'truth justice and the American ways’ they have at home that always start in the public areas of the house like the living room or the kitchen, or even their home office, but they always take it to the balcony of their bedroom when they notice things getting ugly so Carter won’t have to watch them tearing each other; it’s for the apologies after that and the i love you’s that follow, and the promises of open minded reconsideration, and the suggestion of ordering take out and having a game night with Carter. It’s for the hard moments of pain and doubt (and Cat has many of those because she might have a rough exterior but she actually is very caring and vulnerable) when Kara will wrap her arms around Cat’s tiny body and pepper kisses on her neck and shoulder before just burying her nose there and listening to Cat’s heartbeat waiting for her heart rate to go back to normal and her body to stop shaking. It’s for the pleas in the supermarket to get an extra tube of ice cream or box of sugary cereal or bag of chips combined with pouty lips and wide puppy eyes from Kara and Carter; for the excitement of waking up to the first snowfall of the year, and fireworks on new year’s eve followed by a kiss that starts before the count down and ends long after it’s done. It’s for the first time Carter spends the weekend at a friend’s house and Cat wants to call every five minutes and can only sleep after Carter calls (because Kara told him to in a discreet text) to say goodnight despite Kara insisting she can hear him and he is fine. It’s for when Cat is sick and being adorable yet extremely stubborn and doesn’t want to cooperate in Kara’s care to make her better; it’s for the whines when it’s Kara’s turn to get sick when she blows out her powers and Kara is literally the worst patient ever in direct competition with Cat herself. And it’s for when Supergirl is needed and Kara has to leave a very worried Cat behind (be it on the street on the office or on their bedroom) and she bids goodbye with a soft kiss on the lips a promise of coming back safe and an extra kiss to the forehead just to make sure, before flying off, up up and away, to save the day.

'Cat’ it’s only theirs.

(much like Keira/Kara is for Cat)


Summary: Dan and Phil being adorable during their vacation.Inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Tenerife Sea and Phil’s side channel video that made me feel too many things.

Genre: fluff fluff fluff fluff

Warnings: one or two swear words. slightly implied smut but it’s barely there.

Word count: 1145

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Member: Vernon/Hansol
Genre: Fluff, AU
Word Count: 1213 Words

I made it into a little confession thing too because I was on a roll ~Admin Hari

After changing out of your blue qudditch uniform, you pull on your warm muggle clothes for the rest of the day. Nobody else is in the change room but you are trying your hardest to delay going outside; maybe he would leave if you did. Your captain, Reese, barely lifts her head to wave goodbye. Her face is still buried in the battle plan for the Ravenclaw vs Slytherin game next week.

You pull your cloak around your shoulders and fasten the buckles straight up to your chin. The grounds are still covered in the fresh layer of crisp snow. You noticed no one but him came out to the stands to watch practice due to the temperatures. You weren’t sure if you were ready for whatever he desperately wanted to talk about. You personally want nothing more to get back to the castle, finish off your charms homework and head straight to sleep.

A cold wind hits you and you lose grip of the grey and blue scarf in your hand. You turn to chase it down, tracing you own footprints in the snow. But someone catches it before you do.

You look up to the owner of the gloved hand and find Vernon smiling a smirk at you. He is utterly gorgeous and it does not help you had classes with the Slytherin’s every year since first. Now in Seventh, Vernon has seemed to make it his personal mission to be with you constantly. When you found out you were going to a magic school, you thought crushes would be the last thing on your mind.

“Y/N!” Vernon smiles and you try to hide your own but your face betrays you and you give him a tiny smile back. “I suppose you would like this back?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.” You humour him.

In a fluid movement, he lifts the scarf and wraps it around your neck twice. He  takes special care and making sure it is covering your cheeks. You’re glad too because you can feel the flush filling your face.

Vernon was, quite obviously, one of the most handsome guys at the school. You had happened to meet him on the train to Hogwarts back when you were eleven years old. His carriage was empty when yourself and your newly made friend Chan had found him. Vernon had been friendly, explaining to you the ways o the Wizarding world as you were both muggleborn.

At the sorting, you were all separated by house but not in spirit, yourself to Ravenclaw, Chan to Gryffindor and Vernon to Slytherin. Joshua, the prefect, warned me about the Slytherin house’s reputation but Vernon wasn’t exactly the death eater type. He was the boy who loved writing lyrics. He was the boy who had laughed so much once, butterbeer came out of his nose. He was the boy who listened to all of your hopes and never shot you down. He was the boy who stood up to the pure blood’s of his house who whispered mudblood around you. He was now the man you were deeply in love with.

Ever since you had recognized your feelings for him in 4th year, you were conscious of everything about him. The way he had started brushing his hair daily after the Yule ball or how his forehead wrinkled when he focused; everything was so obvious to you. Chan helped you through the crush but in his heart of hearts, you knew he always wanted you to speak up. You just didn’t have the confidence. So, you tried. You tried to keep your feelings to yourself and not lose one of the most important people in your life with feelings. But he made it so hard.

“How was practice?” Vernon asks as you begin to walk side by side through the snow, making new footprints. “I don’t know if you saw me in the stands.”

“It was the usual. Why did you come out to watch? It’s freezing.” You bait.

Finally, you were going to “talk” like he wanted to in Potions yesterday. You had been avoiding him since last night, even skipping dinner so you didn’t have to answer to him. Now you were trapped and you figured it was time to hear whatever secret he wanted to share. You had laid out all of the possibilities last night and most of them weren’t promising; the worst was either he had some wizard illness you hadn’t come across or he didn’t want to ever see you again.

“Oh, well….” He trails off.


“I was wondering something. And, well, can you just listen to everything I say without interrupting because I just rehearsed this for an hour.” He asks, holding his hands together in a pleading motion.

“Okay, do you have wizard cancer?”


“Nothing, go on.”

Vernon takes a deep breath. “You know me well enough that I suck at explaining things, especially feelings. But this is our last year and I don’t want to spend it without telling you all of this.”

He pauses and I can feel a knot in my stomach.

“Y/N… When I see you reading, Y/N, in those moments when you hair falls in your eyes; everything feels like it’s stopped. Seeing you dance at the ball with Chan made me feel like I was on fire. When I have to refrain from hugging you in greeting or when you win a match or just when you ace a project you worked so hard on, I feel like my heart physically hurts. For so long, I’ve just kept my mouth shut but I can’t do it anymore, Y/N. I’m in love with you.”

The words hang in the air along with the snowflakes. You don’t know exactly how to respond, but you feel the same way you do when you take off on you broom. The only thoughts that race in your head is that Vernon loves you. He is looking directly at your eyes and part of you wants to bury your face in the scarf.

Instead, you turn to face him and grab onto his shoulders before kissing him. It’s a soft short kiss at first but when you start to pull away he wraps his arms around your middle. Your hands move to hold his face and he deepens the kiss. His mouth against yours is even better than anything you could have imagined. His lips fit so much better than one time you were dared to kiss Hoshi at a party. He pulls you closer into his arms and the cold seems to have been replaced with warm butterflies.

You don’t stop kissing for a while. But he finally lets go to look at you and he runs his thumbs against your jaw. Vernon kisses your forehead, nose then lips once more. His breath still tastes like sugar mice. You kiss his lips in response and he laughs. He takes your hand in his, linking your fingers.



“I really love you too.”

“I guessed that. Come on, we are late for dinner and I promised Chan details about my amazing confession speech.”

You laugh too and he swings your arms as you walk towards the castle, hand in hand.