#just watched the matched and had to share

[ari-ana-bel-la]

baby (like 4) loving the wags cause they’re so girly and since landos a single dad she didn’t have that mother figure in her life, so all the wags love taking care of her during the races and events and stuff

Different kind of mother

It was a bright, sunny day at the racetrack. The buzz of excitement was palpable in the paddock as teams prepared for the race weekend. The air was filled with the hum of engines and the chatter of team members and journalists. Amid all this energy, one figure stood out: Lando, carrying his four-year-old daughter, Yn, in his arms.

Yn was a little bundle of energy, her golden locks bouncing as Lando walked. She was dressed in a cute McLaren dress, matching her father's team colors, and her little sneakers kicked the air as she wriggled in her father’s arms. Yn was very much her father’s daughter. With her sparkling eyes and cheeky smile, she was a reflection of Lando's fun-loving spirit.

Lando was a single dad, and he had done an incredible job of juggling both roles: mom and dad. As much as he loved his little girl, he was also realistic. There were things he just couldn’t teach Yn, things a woman might understand better. So, when it came to race weekends, he was thankful for the support of the WAGs, who loved having Yn with them. They were always so gentle and kind with her, teaching her little things about being a girl that Lando couldn’t offer.

Today was one of those weekends, and Lando was grateful for the women who would take Yn under their wing. As they approached the entrance to the paddock, he saw Kika waiting for them, a smile already on her face.

“Hey, Kika,” Lando greeted, grinning as he walked toward her.

Without saying a word, Kika opened her arms to Yn, her expression full of warmth. Lando hesitated for a moment, but then, with a sigh, he carefully handed Yn over to Kika.

“You’re in good hands,” Lando said, his voice full of trust. He watched as Kika effortlessly cradled Yn, who had no hesitation in cuddling up against the woman.

Kika smiled down at Yn, her affection for the little girl obvious. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you something nice,” she cooed, turning to walk toward the VIP area.

Lando stood there for a moment, watching the two of them walk off. The small pang of anxiety in his chest quickly faded. He knew Yn was safe, happy, and in good hands. It wasn’t easy being a single parent, but he had a village of support around him, and the WAGs were a huge part of that.

The VIP area was buzzing with energy. Rebecca, Carmen, and Lily were there, chatting and laughing. When they saw Kika and Yn approach, their faces lit up.

“Yn! My darling!” Rebecca exclaimed, immediately rushing to hug the little girl. Yn giggled as she was enveloped in Rebecca’s warm embrace.

Carmen was next, scooping Yn up in her arms and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re getting more and more beautiful every time I see you,” Carmen said with a smile.

Lily, ever the practical one, quickly moved to prepare a snack for Yn. “What do you want, sweetheart? Apple slices? Or maybe some cheese?” she asked, kneeling down to Yn’s level.

“I want apple slices, please,” Yn said, her voice soft but clear, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Rebecca smiled as she helped Lily with the snack. “You’re spoiling her, Lily,” she teased.

“Anything for her,” Lily replied, her voice warm.

Meanwhile, Kika had Yn settled on her lap, rubbing the back of the little girl’s head as they chatted. The WAGs all gathered around, sharing stories, and it was clear that Yn was thoroughly enjoying herself. The conversation drifted to a lighter topic as Rebecca leaned in, a playful smile on her lips.

“So, Yn,” Rebecca said, her voice full of curiosity. “Tell us, do you have a crush on anyone?”

Yn’s eyes lit up as she leaned in, eager to share. “There’s a cute boy in my kindergarten group. His name is Lukas,” she said, her voice so serious it made everyone chuckle.

“Lukas?” Carmen repeated. “What’s he like?”

“He’s nice,” Yn said, nodding. “He always shares his crayons with me and lets me sit next to him when we play.”

“Aww, how sweet,” Lily cooed, and the other women joined in the adoration.

“Do you think he likes you, Yn?” Kika asked, smiling down at the little girl.

Yn paused, looking thoughtful. “I think so,” she said slowly. “But I don’t know if I like him like that. I just think he’s nice.”

The WAGs laughed, sharing knowing glances. “She’s already got boys in her life,” Rebecca said, mock-shocked.

“Just wait until she’s older,” Carmen teased. “Lando’s going to be in trouble.”

Yn looked up at them with wide eyes. “I won’t tell Daddy. It’s a secret!” she whispered, giggling.

The WAGs all shared a laugh, and Kika leaned down to plant a kiss on Yn’s forehead. “It’s our little secret, okay?” she said, winking.

The day went on like that. The WAGs doted on Yn, laughing with her, feeding her, and playing little games. At one point, Carmen pulled out a pair of playful sunglasses and slipped them onto Yn’s face.

“Oh my goodness, Yn, you look just like your dad with those on!” Rebecca said, gasping.

The others agreed, laughing at the uncanny resemblance. Lando was known for his goofy sunglasses, and it seemed that Yn had inherited that sense of style.

“You’ve got the same mischievous look, too,” Carmen added, and they all laughed again.

The women quickly snapped a picture of Yn in the sunglasses and sent it to Lando, knowing it would make him smile. They all joked about how much the little girl resembled her father, and Yn grinned proudly, completely unaware of how cute and hilarious she was.

Later, after a busy day full of laughter and fun, it was time for the men to come and collect their girlfriends. Lando arrived, looking for Yn, and the moment he stepped into the VIP area, his eyes immediately landed on his little girl, sitting in Kika’s lap.

Yn spotted her dad and immediately stood up, running toward him. “Daddy!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him.

Lando smiled, bending down to scoop her up. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Did you have fun today?”

Yn looked up at him, her face serious. “I can’t tell you,” she said, shaking her head dramatically. “It’s a girls’ secret.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “A girls’ secret? What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, pretending to pout.

The WAGs burst into laughter. “You’re going to have to wait, Lando,” Rebecca teased, smiling at him. “It’s a secret, after all.”

Lando grinned, but he wasn’t about to let it go. “I see how it is. My own daughter, keeping secrets from me. That’s the thanks I get for letting her spend the day with you all?”

“You know we’re just spoiling her,” Carmen said with a grin. “She’s a little star.”

“More like a mini Lando,” Lily added, shaking her head in amusement.

Kika, who had been cuddling Yn all day, seemed reluctant to let the little girl go. She squeezed her tightly one more time before reluctantly letting her down. “I don’t want to let you go, Yn,” Kika said softly.

“I’ll see you soon, Auntie Kiki,” Yn said, her voice full of sweetness, and Kika smiled, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“Take care of my girl, Lando,” Kika said as she stood up. “She’s a treasure.”

Lando gave Kika a nod, his gratitude clear. “Thanks again, Kika,” he said, his voice full of appreciation.

As they walked out of the VIP area, Yn chattered excitedly, telling her dad about everything she had done, but Lando wasn’t in any rush. He listened to every word, smiling at his little girl who was growing up so fast. Despite everything, Lando knew one thing for sure: Yn was surrounded by love, and that was all that mattered.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-💙🦋

[m-neuvillette]

Genshin Men and their White Day Gifts

Capitano, Diluc, Heizou, Kazuha, Kinich, Lyney, Neuvillette, Sethos, Venti, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli x fem reader

Authors notes: a whole bunch a fluff, adeptus reader in Zhongli’s

Capitano:

A spa day. You two travel so much together due to his role as a harbinger that you barely get any time to relax. When he heard you complaining about back pain to one of his men, he knew he had to find you the nearest spa to treat you.

One night at his camp Capitano pulled you aside and gave you an envelope with all your information. “Here my love. Take some time to relax, you deserve it. I love you and thank you for always traveling with me.” Once you get to the spa you see you have it all to yourself and that all your favorite snacks and drinks are there.

Diluc:

A locket with the date you two started dating and a picture of you two in it. Diluc gets you flowers and treats all the time so he really wanted to do something meaningful for you. He was just going to do the locket with the picture but the jeweler asked if he wanted anything engraved so Diluc chose to do the date.

After a nice dinner at the winery Diluc brought you up to your shared bedroom and gave you the locket. You open up the locket to see a photo of you two laughing in the grapevines and read the engraving on the back. Diluc turns you around, “A beautiful necklace for my beautiful girlfriend. I love you more than you know darling.”

Heizou:

A little detective scavenger hunt and at the end he’s waiting to give you a promise ring. Heizou is a detective through and through, so it’s no surprise that he would give you a scavenger hunt leading to him as your gift. Now it wasn’t too difficult a scavenger hunt, that it wasn’t, but it was still difficult enough to get you reminiscing about the best moments between you two.

As you neared the final destination of the scavenger hunt you realized it was where you two had first met, Chinju Forest. You smile softly at the memory and find Heizou sitting in the edge of one of the cliffs, and make your way over to him. He hears you coming and stands up to face you, taking your hand and slipping something on your finger. “I see my dearest detective has found me. This is for you, a ring to promise that I will love you for eternity, and if eternity does not exist, know that my love for you does.”

Kazuha:

A poem with a flower crown. Kazuha spent a couple days practicing how to make flower crowns then a couple days finding the perfect flowers for your crown. By the time it was done he took you to Watasumi Island to watch the sunset.

Kazuha grabs your crown and turns to you to put it on. Then recites his poem “As the sun sets, to bring a new day, my love for you only grows.” He gives you a light smile and also hands you a piece a paper with the poem on it so you won’t forget it. “I love you more than you know.”

Kinich:

A little scarf for your saurian and matching bracelets with both your initials on it. Kinich isn’t really one to give gifts that often, that’s just how he is, but for you he’d do anything. So when he was thinking about what to get you, he wanted something by simple but endearing all the same. And so he thought why not get something to signify your love together as well as something for your saurian?

You two were sitting on a cliff above the Scions of the Canopy overlooking the landscape as the sun was setting. Kinich lightly taps your hand to get your attention and you look over at him to see he has something in his other hand. “For you. Bracelets are practical and can show my love for you when I’m not there. And this is for your saurian, I thought you would like how it looked. I love you my dear.”

Lyney:

A handmade box of sweets and a rainbow rose from a magic trick. Lyney is a magician, that much is clear so it’s only obvious that he’d incorporate that into your gift. But he wanted to do a little more than just a magic trick for you, so he recruited Freminet and Lynette to help him make some of your favorite sweets for you too.

You two were lying down just outside the Court of Fontaine taking in the warm sun and breeze. Lyney took your hand in his before sitting up and looking at you with the most tender look in his eyes. He snaps his other hand a two things appear in it. “For my dearest dove, a rainbow rose to signify my undying love for you as well as a box of your most favorite sweets to show my deepest admiration for your sweetness. I love and cherish you my dove.”

Neuvillette:

A tailor made dress. You have been talking about getting a dress to match his outfit, but you’ve been so busy since you teach the Melusines all different types of things. Neuvillette worked with Chiori personally to make sure everything was perfect.

While you two were getting ready for your date you were debating what to wear but Neuvillette comes in and hands you a big box. You open it to see a dress matching his outfit. “We can finally match now beautiful. I’ll forever treasure our time side by side. I love you.”

Sethos:

A hair pin. Besides making you his mystery candy he knew he wanted to get you something a little more meaningful. Sethos remembered you always complimenting his hair ornaments so he thought it would be a sweet surprise. He based the colors off of his but also added stars on it because you two love watching the stars together.

When night comes around Sethos takes you out of the temple to watch the stars again. He places the candy and hair pin in your lap. After you look at the hair pin, he gently takes it and puts it in your hair. “You always talk about my hair ornaments so I thought you would like your own.” Sethos sits back to look at you, “You’re more beautiful than a shooting star. I love you princess.”

Venti:

A bouquet of all kinds of different flowers. A big tradition in Mondstadt is each person choosing a flower that they think a windblume is. Practically as soon as you Venti made your relationship official you had been adorned with the nickname “windblume”. Not that you were complaining, you knew the significance behind it whenever he called you it and it made your heart soar.

You two had a nice picnic under the tree at Windrise as your dinner date. As the sun was setting and fading into the night Venti cleared his throat rather obnoxiously to get your attention. He pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and smiles softly at you. “For you my dearest windblume, though flowers may not last forever, my love for you will never wilt.”

Wriothesley:

Stained glass flowers. Wriothesley was stressing out because he wanted to get you the perfect gift. He knew living things were out of the question and he gives tea to everyone so he doesn’t want you to feel ordinary. That’s when he finds out from Sigewinne that he can get glass flowers instead because you don’t have to worry about keeping them alive. So the next time he went to the surface he got them.

You two are sitting in his office after a long day of work. You’re sitting on his couch when Wriothesley says he’ll be right back because he has to grab something. He comes back into the room with a custom vase (one covered with stickers you and Sigewinne made) and the stained glass flowers. “The fortress is a hard place to live in but these won’t die, just like our love. I love you baby.”

Xiao:

A simple handmade hanfu from skills he learned from Menogias. He may not be as good as his fellow Yaksha when it comes to making clothes, but he did pick up a thing or two when he would go on about making them. He decided that he would finally put those skills to use to not only put a smile on your face but to honor his fallen comrade.

You two were sitting on the roof of Wangshu Inn with your hands intertwined and admiring the night sky. He turned to you and lifted your chin up with his hand and told you he had something for you. “It may not be like Menogias’ craftsmanship, but I hope it shows how deep my love is for you, my dearest.”

Zhongli:

A pocket watch with “our love is timeless” engraved on the back. Zhongli learned about the tradition of White Day from Hu Tao. He’s a little upset he’s just finding out now but he makes sure that his gift is perfect. Since you’re an adeptus and have been together for a long time he thought something with time in the gift would be perfect.

Zhongli takes you Mt. Hulao to enjoy a nice cup of tea while enjoying the view. He clears his throat to get your attention and hands you the pocket watch, “I am sorry I am late to this tradition but I promise I will do it from now on. To show my timeless love for you, I got this pocket watch. So whenever you use it, you can think about us. I love you sweetheart.”

[hrtwayne]

Golden || Barcelona Femení

Pairing: Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: Where the reader gets her first call-up to the English national team.

Note: English is not my first language.

Warning: None!

Previous Chapter | Barcelona Femení Masterlist

It was just past eleven-thirty in the morning when a light rain began to fall gently through the streets of Barcelona, turning the roads into reflections of gold and gray. It was the eve of an important match, and the air was thick with a growing anxiety that you knew would stay with you for the rest of your life.

Walking through the bustling streets of Barcelona, wrapped in a blueish jacket provided by the team, you glanced at the crowded shops and the people walking by. It wasn’t the first time you had returned home alone from school, though this time it had been your choice (even though Alexia and Olga had insisted on picking you up to have lunch together).

You still vaguely remembered the team’s coach saying that you weren’t old enough to be left alone in an apartment. You didn’t need to take on the responsibilities of an adult; you were still a teenager who needed care and a responsible figure.

At that moment, walking alone through the city streets, you allowed yourself to take a deep breath and try to forget a little of the chaos that surrounded your life. Despite everything, you were still a teenager who enjoyed spending hours lying in bed procrastinating or sitting in front of the computer for hours, forgetting to eat.

As you opened the door to the apartment you now shared with Alexia and Olga, a nearly imperceptible sound caught your attention. Alexia was sitting in the living room with an anxious look on her face. You took a deep breath before finally closing the door, placing your shoes against the wall, and setting your bag in its designated corner.

“Ale?” you called, with a slightly concerned tone. “Is everything okay?”

“Didn’t you check your phone?” Alexia asked, making you even more confused than before. “You’d better take a look.”

You hesitated, as if fearing you had done something wrong and might have to return to London, forgetting your dream of becoming a soccer star. You pulled your phone out of your sweatpants pocket, knowing you could expect anything. With a hesitant touch, you opened your messaging app and widened your eyes upon seeing a message from your mom’s number. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. Instead, you stared at Alexia, silently asking if this was some kind of cruel joke.

“This is a joke, right?” you asked, watching Alexia shake her head. “No way, Ale. There are way more experienced and better players than me…”

Alexia patted the couch twice, signaling for you to sit down. You sighed, knowing there was no way to refuse her request.

“Chica, you’re literally one of the most talented players on the team. Give yourself some credit. If you were chosen, it’s because she saw potential in you,” Alexia began, holding your hand. “Even though I’d love for you to play with me on the national team, I think your new captain would hate that.”

You let out a small laugh, resting your head on the player’s shoulder. Despite the rough start with the team, things had begun to settle, and each day, Alexia seemed more determined to make you feel comfortable both on the team and at home.

“You’ve never told me about your experience in the youth national team. How was it?"

You hesitated for a second, surprised by the question. You didn’t usually talk about it, mainly because that phase of your career was surrounded by bad memories. But something about the way Alexia seemed interested made you feel comfortable enough to share.

“It was… complicated,” you admitted, looking at the floor as you walked. “I was called up to the youth teams when I was fourteen. At first, it was amazing, you know? Training with some of the best players my age, representing my country… But at the same time, I always felt like I didn’t quite fit in.”

Alexia frowned, intrigued.

“Why did you feel that way?”

You took a deep breath, as if reliving those moments.

“I was different. I didn’t always understand the jokes, the codes, the group dynamics. And, of course, my playing style was a bit different from what they expected. I’ve always been more technical, more focused on precise passes and game vision, but there they wanted more physical strength and speed. I felt… out of place.”Alexia nodded, understanding perfectly. She knew how hard it was to adapt to a new environment, especially when you were young and still figuring out your own playing style.

“And then,” you continued, “when it came time to be considered for the senior team, I knew I wouldn’t be called up. I didn’t fit the profile they were looking for. It was tough, but I accepted it. That’s when the opportunity to come to Barcelona came up, and I decided to try something new.”

Alexia paused for a moment, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Chica, you’re an amazing player. The fact that you didn’t fit into the English national team doesn’t mean you’re not good enough. It just means your style fits better with what we do here. And look where you are now: a starter for one of the biggest clubs in the world.”

You looked at Alexia, your eyes shining with a mix of emotions.

“Do you really think I’ll do well on the national team?”Alexia smiled, a smile that radiated confidence and reassurance.

“Of course you will. You have a unique talent, chica. And, more importantly, you have the right mindset. Don’t worry about the past. What matters is what you do now, here, on this field. And I’m sure you’re going to show everyone what you’re capable of.”

You felt a warmth in your chest, a sense of relief and motivation you hadn’t felt in a long time. Alexia’s words were like a balm to your insecurities. You knew you still had a long way to go, but now you also knew you weren’t alone.

“Thank you, Ale,” you said, your accent blending with the Spanish in a way that made Alexia laugh. “I’ll do my best today. For you, for the team… and for me.”

Alexia squeezed your shoulder once more before you both started walking again.

“That’s all we need. Now, let’s go. The field is waiting, and so is the world.”

You smiled, feeling a new wave of confidence. You knew that, no matter what happened, you had a team that supported you and a captain who believed in you. And, for the first time in a long time, you were starting to believe in yourself too.

[universefcb]

hey! Can you make one which just showed how reader is being friendly and fitting into Pedri's family perfectly (if it's possible a long one, thanks!)

↬❥ Welcome to the Family

Pedri Gonzalez x Reader!fem

Synopsis: You meeting his family and getting to know him.

a/n: I found this request so cute🥺

REQUESTED

warnings: no

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The González López house had a unique way of making anyone feel at home. It was as if the vibrant energy of the family was present in every corner—in the picture frames filled with memories, in the delicious smell coming from the kitchen, and in the laughter that echoed through the rooms. You had heard Pedri talk a lot about his family, but now, being there for real, you felt like you were part of something special.

“So, we finally get to meet you!” Rosy exclaimed excitedly, pulling you into a tight hug as soon as you walked through the door.

You barely had time to respond before Fernando, Pedri's father, extended his hand with a welcoming smile.

“Welcome! Pedri talks a lot about you.”

Fer, the older brother, looked you up and down and smiled sideways.

“Let’s see if you can survive a family lunch.”

The joke made everyone laugh, and you felt the initial tension dissipate. The house was cozy, with decor that mixed memories of the Canary Islands and an undeniable love for football.

“Want something to drink?” Pedri asked, gently pulling you into the kitchen.

“Just water, for now,” you replied, still taking in everything around you.

“Relax,” he said softly. “I can see they like you.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest. You wanted to reciprocate that warm welcome.

The table was full of typical Canarian dishes, and the aroma was mouth-watering. Rosy insisted that you try a little of everything, and you didn't have the heart to refuse—especially since everything looked delicious.

“Did you like it?” she asked, watching his reaction expectantly.

“It’s amazing!” you replied sincerely.

That was enough to make her smile with satisfaction and put even more food on her plate.

The conversation around the table flowed animatedly. Fernando told some stories about Pedri's childhood, and Fer didn't miss the opportunity to make fun of his brother.

“Remember when you cried because you lost a match to me?”

Pedri rolled his eyes.

“I was six years old!”

You laughed along with everyone. Little by little, you started to feel more comfortable, joining in the jokes and sharing stories of your own. It was amazing how his family made you feel included.

At one point, Rosy looked at you fondly.

“You have a good manner. I can see that you care about Pedri.”

The comment made Pedri blush slightly, but he just smiled and held her hand discreetly under the table.

After lunch came the most anticipated moment of the day: family games.

“Get ready,” Fer warned. “We are extremely competitive.”

“But we always play fair,” Fernando added, before giving Rosy a wink.

“That’s a lie!” Rosy protested, causing everyone to laugh.

The games started with cards, then moved on to charades and even an improvised table football championship. You and Pedri formed a duo, and even though he was skilled on the field, at table football he didn't seem to have the same luck.

“You have to improve that, Pedri,” Fer teased, laughing as he scored another point.

“You’re a professional gamer, please,” you joked, patting his shoulder.

In the end, your team lost, but the fun was guaranteed. Even in defeat, you felt like you were fitting in perfectly in that environment full of energy and affection.

After so much laughter and competition, the house finally began to calm down. You and Pedri walked out onto the balcony, where the starry sky of the Canary Islands stretched out above you.

“They really liked you,” Pedri said, looking at you with a calm smile.

“I really liked them too,” you replied, feeling a wave of gratitude.

The silence between you was comfortable. The light breeze brought a pleasant coolness, and in that moment, you realized how much this day meant.

“You know…” Pedri continued. “My family is the most important part of my life. Having you here and seeing that you got along with them… It means a lot to me.”

Your heart warmed. You already knew that Pedri valued his family greatly, but hearing him say it so openly made you realize the depth of that feeling.

“Then I guess I’m on the right track,” you said, smiling.

He laced his fingers through hers and nodded.

“Definitely.”

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[crowborn666-writes]

malleus/leona/azul with a fem student who has adhd and autism. yet crowley does nothing about it despite being explained over again saying 'you're just not trying hard enough, etc"

(Oh hey, it’s my two biggest brain problems lmao. As hot as I find Crowley (yes he’s a hear me out), just once, I would love to hit him over the head with every broken object in Ramshackle. Just whack him WWE style. I’d probably convince Grim, Ace and Deuce to join in. ANYWAYS—)

(this was actually a bit hard for my AuADHD, explaining ADHD and Autism itself is quite difficult for me without references lol that and I'm horrible with finding the right words)

That’s Not How That Works

Characters: Malleus, Leona, and Azul

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Platonic/Romantic

Summary: No, Crowley, you cannot “just get over it”. Yes, you are trying your hardest. Oh, and your friend wants to “have a word” with you in your office.

(Malleus covers both p equally, while Leona leans more to ADHD, and Azul more to Autism!)

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Malleus

He didn’t get it at first. I doubt ANY of the cast would know what the proper terms for your mental conditions meant. But once you sit down with him, trying to find the right words to explain in a way he would understand, he catches on quickly.

For the ADHD side, once you explain what dopamine is, and how your brain doesn't register or create enough of it, he understands why you find difficulty in completing long term tasks, and why you wait until the last minute.

He catches on quite quicker when you explain Autism. While obviously its more than just a hyperfixation, but all you really have to start with is "kinda like how you obsess over gargoyles" for his eyes to widen in mutual understanding.

You hear a storm rolling in the distance when you go on to explain how Crowley wouldn't listen, and kept pushing you to do things that would surely lead to a massive burnout.

"I'll take care of it." He speaks those words so calmly, you almost fear for Crowley's life. But when Malleus speaks again, his tone now matches the bright smile on his face. "You said autistic people bond through... what was that term again? Infodumping??? Right, why don't you share your most recent interests with me, I can carve a new gargoyle in the while I listen."

Leona

Was already pissed off with Crowley's general treatment towards you. Suddenly has the urge to de-feather a bird when you get into the topic.

It comes up when he stops by to visit, watching you try to clean up around your dusty dorm. You had suddenly stopped in the middle of what you were doing, looking between the cups on the table, to the dishes in the sink, and then the mess on the counters and-

He asks you what was up, and without thinking you explain.

"Well, I want to clean the cups off the table, but the sink is full. I can't clean the sink out because the counter's messy and the dishwasher doesn't work, but I can't clean the counter cause the trash needs taken out and we're low on trash bags and-"

He stops you before your tongue flies out of you mouth, gently soothing you before you could work yourself frantic.

So, while he's helping find a solution to the seemingly endless cycle of tasks, you explain the difficulties you have with your ADHD and Autism in this world. You explain all the little tricks you had set up at home, how each one helped a task become more manageable, and how hard it was to get them set up and built into your routine.

While he doesn't personally experience your struggle, he can only imagine how hard you're having it. He looks out for your signs of stress now, stepping in to help fix or assist with things, maybe even wordlessly pass you a bracelet of his to fidget with.

Azul

Honestly, I would NOT be surprised if he has had his fair share of experience with ADHD and Autism. Not personally, but through the twins.

Floyd is, well, a walking bomb ready to explode. That eel can almost never sit still, seemingly unaware of personal boundaries and able to switch moods at the drop of a hat.

Jade is more subtle, oftentimes so quiet most don't realize he's there until he speaks. But if he's in a mood or someone asks about mushrooms, it's nearly impossible getting him to shut up.

So, it's safe to say Azul recognized those things when getting to know you. What he wasn't expecting, was the way you seemingly recoil in pain when you encounter an odd texture.

That wasn't the only thing either. You struggled with discerning lefts from rights, which made for some funny interactions between the twins. You struggled with remember to care for yourself when you fell too deep into a hobby or task, seemingly not feeling the signals for, say hunger, until someone else brings it up.

Finally, he had to ask you about it.

You do your best to explain it to him, but once you do, he lets out a soft, understanding "Ohhh..."

You run off on a tangent then, frowning as you start to talk about Crowley and the fact he refused to even try to understand. It was nice having a routine to follow, sure, but not when there's so much being thrown at you on top of the lack of support.

Azul's blood boils, and he almost whips out his phone to contact the twins for... information.

He offers to write up a contract for you then and there, detailing you receive better treatment from Crowley, giving you some ease of mind and body against all the overwhelming sensations you deal with on the daily.

He'll even let you admire his coin collection while he writes it.

[queenendless]

♡•° PURE °•♡

A/n: Spontaneous unplanned White Day fic.

SFW, fluff and romance with the ONLY ONE I wanna spend this day with. I miss him so much! 🥺😭🤧❤️‍🔥💘💖

“If there's one person in all of New Eridu you want to be with today, then it's gotta be — !” Belle didn't have time to finish as you cut in, your ramen bowls shaking as you slammed your just now finished one against the counter.

“I can't help it. There's no one like him. An honorable fighter, a romantic, with cheesy puns galore. Sure his flashy persona as the Champ goes hand in hand with his real self being awkwardly cute and —!” You dramatically sighed as you collapsed on the counter with your blushing goofy face cupped in your hands. “Who wouldn't want a giant adonis littered with scars on top of all that? He's so … perfect.”

Belle’s smothered giggling and General Chop's piqued interest expression got you curious. The rough coughing right behind you got you stiff as a board. The brush of warm leather against your arm and the matching familiar glove immediately seeking your hand already got you melting. The rosy tint from his cheeks to the tips of his ears you spotted got you smiling all silly.

“Thanks, I think. I'm used to getting praised on the job. Your praises though …” Lighter pulled at his scarf, clearing his thick throat. “Still getting used to it.”

“I'll go ahead and leave you be. Wise and I got our own dates to look forward to. Have fun~”

After giving you both a group hug, you both watched her upbeat self waving at the finely dressed wolf Thiren stepping out of the driver's seat of a fancy loaned parked car in the middle of the road, kissing her hand like the suave partner he is, opening up the passenger door for her. You spotted Astra and Wise sitting in the back, her gushing to him about anything that had him look so invested.

“Double date with Lycaon and Astra Yhao … oh our Proxies are moving on up in the world~” You mused as the car drove away when a heavy thump in front of you got you jumping in your seat.

A plastic wrapped gift basket with a bow on top. Spotting some cans, cards, tapes along with a Red Moccus doll.

“Lucy got the plush custom made, Burnice wants your opinion on her new blend, Piper and Pulchra only chipped in some gift cards, and Caesar picked out the movies.” Lighter listed off, kinda embarrassed but still grateful his faction helped him put this together.

“They wanted to repay you for giving them chocolate last month. Plus they thought just gifting you lollipops wasn't nearly enough. So,” A heart shaped box with a painted symbol matching the one on his scarf he hid behind his back then presented it to you with that tender smile of his.

“Your adorable goofy self deserves all the love there is and so much more. For being there for me at my best and worst. For accepting my literal flaws and sharing the burdens I bear. For giving me your unbridled … well everything. I'm grateful to you, Y/n. I truly am.”

His breathless laugh met your cheek as you hugged his waist, nuzzling your face against his own burning cheek. “You won me over the moment we met. No one else can compare to you in my eyes.”

He hummed deeply. “Took the words right outta my mouth. So, you up for a ride? Maybe hit up my place after? Movie marathon and all that?”

Gently tugging on his red scarf, you have his head dip down and meet yours below in a searing kiss.

“Lighter Lorenz, I love you. All of you.” Your beaming e/c eyes might as well have shown hearts to further strike him at his own at how open you are with your feelings.

His nose brushed yours, his forehead resting against yours, his blazing green eyes trembling with tears, and his elated smile capturing your very soul. “I love you too, angel. More than anything.” His whispered vow got you both holding your heart shaped box together as you were left with leaving kisses all over his lovestruck grinning face.

General Chop wept happily in the corner of his shop at witnessing such pure universal love.

[kenmasssperson]

Any chance I could request a soulmate au?

If possible, a hurt comfort / angst with a happy ending.

Maybe reader thinks they can't be together for one reason or another, and he has to pursue the reader to convince them that they're meant to be.

Akaashi, Kageyama, Sugawara, or Iwaizumi please, thank you! :)

Sure, I'll try my best! I know for some it works like you see in black and white until meeting your soulmate, but idk how they'd learn the colors...? Anyways.

Tags: Iwaizumi x reader, fluff, angst with happy ending, jealousy, insecurity, Oikawa, soulmate au.

Synopsis: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, a person destined to love you until forever falls apart, what happens when you can't be with who is supossed to be your parner for life?

A soft sigh escaped your lips when you realized you'd have to endure the seventh third-wheeling session of the week.

Watching your friends being all lovey-dovey with each other wasn't something you particulary enjoyed. Don't get it wrong, you were happy for them and glad they had found their soulmates and everything had gone okay, but being ignored is a horrendous feeling that usually leads to feeling undeserving of the attention you aren't recieving.

So even if your friends spent whole hang outs making out and giggling while they whispered in their lover's ears, completely leaving you out, you never protested.

Your friends had apologized some times, promising over and over they'd try to include and acknowledge you more, but by the end of the day they were always blissfully ignoring your existence.

You comforted yourself with the fact that you knew you had a soulmate. The thought someone out there was perfect for you and you were perfect for them was enough to keep you going everytime.

Someone who was as part as you as your own self.

Someone who you shared your essence with, your very soul.

Someone who was waiting to meet you as eagerly as you waited to meet them. Or so you hoped.

But things didn't go like you thought.

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Hajime Iwaizumi was having another tough day.

To be fair, Oikawa was being twice as annoying as always, and the nerves for the upcoming volleyball match were turning him into a stress-mess.

Plus, his soul mark had started to feel...kinda strange.

Iwaizumi liked to stare at it from time to time. Sometimes when he was alone in his room, or after a match, or whenever life, stress, anger and feelings got too much, he liked to just genuinely see it.

He would sit by himself, roll his sleeve up and pay close attention to the intrincate pattern etched on the underside of his wrist.

Trace the lines, curves and swirls with the tips of his fingers, with only careful and soft touches, as if he feared it would fade away.

But Hajime knew it wouldn't.

That was the mark he shared with his soulmate, wherever they were. The design of their souls, printed on their skins since they were born and staying even after death.

Souls can't divide.

Because your soul doesn't die with your physical form. And neither does the connection that ties you to that special person.

Souls dance among other people's souls, mixing, touching, pulling away and connecting us, searching for their other half.

And when they find it, they collide and fuse, becoming one.

That's why, when Iwaizumi would space out staring at the mark in the solace of privacy, he would always wonder how long would it take to find you.

If he only knew.

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"It's not fair you get all the attention!"

"That's because I'm more awesome"

Oikawa's cocky remark earned him a slap in the back of the head from Hajime's part and some sighs from their teammates, who knew the thing would only escalate from there.

They were warming up, about to play one of their most important matches.

The squeak of the shoes on the wooden planks and the sound of multiple volleyballs being mersilessly hit and slammed against the floor flooded the gymnasium.

People whispered and chatted as they rushed to get seats, some fangirls screamed and a new born cried while his mother tried to desperatedly soothe them.

Layers and layers of noise, unheard stories, adoring praise, murmurs, and the calls for familiar faces in the crowd, enveloping Iwaizumi welcomingly.

His gaze roamed the stands, passing by faces of kids, adults and old people, all here to see them play, to see him play...

Until he locked eyes with you.

It was completely unexpected, the way your stares met like pulled by some kind of strange magnet.

And then you felt it. And he felt it too.

That tingling sensation that run his soul mark up and down and then up again, electrifying and ticklish.

And the world faded away.

The noise, the lights, the yells and slams and squeaks. It was just you and him.

Him and you, feeling like the physical distance between you wasn't real, wasn't as far as it seemed.

And you both knew it. You knew he'd be yours, and he knew you'd be his.

Forever.

And then the magical moment broke with the loud whistle signaling the start of the match.

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"Please" Oikawa begged, pushing the bouquet of roses into Hajime with insistance.

"No" he denied in a determined tone, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

Oikawa's chocolate brown eyes pleaded with him, full of desperation as he tried to get his best friend to deliver the flowers and the heart shaped box of chocolate to the girl Tooru was currently in a situation-ship with.

He had meant to give them himself, but coach was calling him for an interview and Oikawa's girl was just about to leave the stadium because she was running late to greet her family at the airport.

So Oikawa had no way of accepting the interview and delivering the gifts at the same time. His only solution was that Hajime accepted bringing the things to her in his place while Tooru attended fame matters.

"Alright." Iwaizumi grumbled in the end, "But you owe me"

Oikawa lit up, nodding eagerly before shoving the bouquet and chocolates into his best friend's arms and sprinting off.

Iwaizumi sighed, furrowing his brows as he started to make his way up up the stands, sorting throught the crowd with "sorry"s and "excuse me"s, ignoring the curious looks and surprised whispers to see him holding such romantical items.

"who was the lucky girl?" People wondered, their eyes trailing on him, following his way higher and higher until he reached the spot where Asami stood, her eyes roaming the place in search of Oikawa as she anxiously tapped her fingers on her lap and checked her watch.

"Asami-san" Iwaizumi called, making the girl turn around to face him, her furrowed brows softening.

"Yeah?" She asked, confusedly eyeing the roses and the heart shaped box, praying Iwaizumi would not confess to her.

"Trashikawa had to run to catch an interview so he asked me to deliver this" he stepped closer and handed her the roses and chocolate.

Asami's eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly in surprise, touched by the gesture, "He's so sweet" she cooed, "Thank you so much, Iwa-chan" she said, gazing up at him.

"You're welcome" he sighed, nodding, and turned his face to the side when she leaned to smell the roses with a love-sick expression, feeling like it was a moment Oikawa should be witnessing, not him.

And when his eyes gazed in the other direction, he was met with a surprised pair of eyes.

Your eyes.

The surprise quickly melted into hurt and his own surprise melted into horror.

You, his soulmate, had just watched him give flowers and chocolate to some random girl.

This wasn't how either of you expected your first meeting to be.

You stared like in trance, your stomach churning and your chest tightening, eyes lingering on her long enough to make insecurity and jealous claw at you.

Of course.

Of course this would happen to you. Not even your soulmate wanted you, and who could blame him?

He was so fine, and the girl just in front of him was so pretty. With perfect, long, shiny hair, gorgeous green eyes and the most striking smile.

So effortlessly flawless, she was.

How could you compare to her?

You weren't special in any way, you didn't stand out in crowds, didn't light up places with your mere presence, couldn't un bring a smile to people's faces with a few sweet words.

Truth is, you couldn't compare.

So you run away.

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Iwaizumi knew he messed up.

Well, it wasn't enterely his fault, was it? It was Trashikawa's fault.

He had rushed out the gymnasium, praying to catch a glimpse of your hair, of your clothes... A way to get to you.

Where were you? God, why did these things only happen to him?

He finally found you at the back of the building, resting your back against the wall, knees to your chest. Your eyes were closed, as if you were trying to turn the world out.

"Hey..." He said hesitantly, sitting down in front of you.

You furrowed your brows and gazed away, wiping the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, "go away, please"

He shook his head, "I know what you saw, but it's not like you think..."

"It's alright, really. You don't have to explain it it to me. We are not even dating" you assured.

He wished you'd look at him, "No, really. A friend of mine asked me to give those things to his... Almost girlfriend. I was just delivering. I promise..."

He knew how fake it must have sounded to you.

"Please, believe me. I've been waiting for you all these years, i never even dated anyone before. I've wanted to meet you so bad..." He said gently, the furrow of his brows softening as he hesitantly reached for your hand, his thumb caressing the back of it.

"You can have anyone you want" you said, eyes teary as you looked at him, all the years of insecurity washing over you "Why would you wanna be with me? I'm nothing special..."

He was taken aback, surprised you'd say something like that, "What?"

He let out a sigh and took your wrist gently, lifting it between you two so you could see the soul mark. He lifted his own and held it up besides yours.

"We are soulmates" he said, "There's no one i'd like to be with besides you"

His words were so soft and honest.

It was true he didn't know you yet, but he was sure he would be so in love with you.

The way you moved, the way you talked, how expressive your eyes were. He loved everything about you already, everything pulled him in.

"I think you're the most special person I'll ever meet" Iwaizumi said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "So please, give us a chance"

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words and gestures. He looked so tough and intimidating, but yet he was being so sweet.

You couldn't have wished for someone more perfect to share your soul with, and you couldn't wait to get to really know him, to fall in love with him.

And then, when your eyes met again, you two were sure the other was who you'd want to spend the rest of your life with.

A.n: Soorryy it took so loongg!! I really don't like how i wrote it, and I had to re-write it because it got erased, it was really frustrating... But i hope you like it!!

[storiesfromafan]

Princess - Wally x Reader

A/N: So I’ve been toying with a Wally from School Spirits idea. And finally wrote it out. It might be the only one I write for him, but I thought to share it anyways. Haha.

Warning/s: fluff, cute Wally, maybe inaccuracy of CD walkman, possible spelling/grammar mistakes

Wally looked around the field, eyes looking for one person in particular. As this was their favourite place to bask in the sun, even if they couldn’t feel its warmth anymore. He looked to the stadium seating, and there in the sun, laying on a bench half way up, was you.

From this position he could see that one foot was planted on the ground, while its counterpart was propped up on the bench, possibly tapping away. Walking up the stairs, destination to you, Wally could see your hands resting on your stomach, also tapping away.

One of the luxurious from your life, that you could still use years later, was your CD walkman. Those flimsy looking headphones sat over your ears, your luscious natural curled hair half fanned above your head.

Standing by your head, Wally looked down at you. Admiring the beauty of your face. Your porcelain like skin with a natural glow, the 90's makeup that gave you an angelic look, but mostly your glossy lips. Which rested in the most naturally beautiful pout. You gave off this ‘sleeping beauty' feel, even with your foot and hands moving.

Quietly and with minimal movement, Wally sat down next to your head. His blue eyes watching you. You were both from different eras, but you were closer to his age then any other girl he’d been around. And you were just the sweetest thing he’d ever met.

You don’t know when it happened, but for a little while it felt like you were being watched. But the last two songs had been to good to pause. Music was one of the few things you had in this limbo of an existence. Along with your lips loss and old 90s magazines from the library.

But that being watched feeling didn’t ease up. So on the next song, even though it was another good one, you slowly opened your eyes. And what did you find? Wally Clark looking down at you. This love sick puppy dog look on his face. Which made you smile softly.

The moment your eyes fluttered open, for Wally, it was like seeing the most beautiful sight in this world. He wanted to see those eyes every moment of everyday for ever how long you both were stuck in this place.

“Hi Wally" you said softly, voice sounding content and relaxed, as you removed the headphones from your ears.

He swallowed. “Ah, hi...”

You giggled, yet didn’t move. Enjoying this version of Wally. This was the shy, cute Wally. Compared to the self-assured, flirty Wally. This one was rare, and you wanted to bask in it.

For years now you’d been tiptoeing around the boy above you. Pushing aside his flirt and charm, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered every time you saw him. Or your racing heart when he’d smile your way. He was golden retriever energy, while you were more cat energy. Or as the kids these days had put it.

“Can I help you?” You finally asked when the boy above you floundered.

Wally snapped out of his daze. “Ah, yeah" he sat back up and not hovering over you. “W-was looking for you, we’ve got group...”

Sitting up, you turned your body to mirror his sitting forward on the bench. Nodding your head you did a little stretch. All the while Wally watch contently. How your back arched, your cropped top rising to reveal a small amount of skin.

And then you stood up, turning to grab your hounds tooth jacket, which matched your shorts. That tied in with your crop top, over the knee socks and loafers, it was a very ‘Clueless' look. Which has and will always be one of your favourite movies, and fashion icons. As six months after its release, did you end up dead, forever stuck in that aesthetic.

You turned back to Wally, a soft smile on your face. Just adding to his daze. But then you snapped your fingers in front of his face, well-groomed eyebrows drawn together.

“Earth to Wally" you said amused.

Snapping out of his daze, Wally quickly got to his feet, nervously laughing, and apologising. You just giggled, making his heart skip a beat once more. That sweet, cute sound was something he could listen to forever.

He moved to stand on the bench below the one you’d been laying on, and jumped down to stand on the concrete. Turning back, Wally held out his hand, as this was something he did on occasion for you. Helping you to jump down a row or two before moving to the aisle. When you both could have just walked to the aisle in the first place.

Placing your forever manicured hand in his, even as ghosts feeling the other was always nice when it’s been years since you could truly feel anything. Almost grounding and familiar.

With his support, you stepped onto the bench before jumping down to stand beside Wally. Who then moved to the next bench, and jumped down, all the while still holding your hand. When you made it to stand on the next bench, rather than just jumping down, you decided to walk along the bench. And he was happy to walk beside you, hand in hand.

Soon, though, you removed your hand from his but placed it on his shoulder for support. One foot in front of the other, you walked like on a tight rope and not a bench. It amused you, made you smile. And Wally, he happily let you do this. Enjoying this playful moment.

Coming to the end of the bench, and the aisle, you were going to jump. But had a better idea in mind. Turning to Wally, who then turned to you, you placed your other hands on his shoulder, stepping closer to him. Silently asking for his help.

Looking at you with the sweetest confused look, it took only a few seconds for Wally's brain to work out what you wanted. Shakily he brought his hands up to your waist. Firmly he held as he effortlessly lifted you down to stand before him.

With your feet planted firmly on the ground of the bleachers, your hands on his shoulders slipped down and over his covered chest. All the while you smiled brightly up at him.

“Why, thank you Wally" you said softly, removing your hands from his chest.

A movement that he truly wished didn’t happen. That was the first time you’d ever placed your hands on his shoulders and his chest. It was progress.

“Ah, no problem, Princess" he muttered clearing this throat, as well as his clouded mind.

Your smile fell slightly. “Princess?” You questioned in surprise.

Wally's eyes widened, and he was mentally kicking himself. That was the nickname he used in his head, and sometimes when talking to Charley and Ronda about you.

“Ah, um, yeah...” he sputtered trying to think. “I-it’s my, um, nickname for you...?”

You watched him, eyes blinking a few times, processing what just happened. Wally nicknamed you Princess, a name that once was used as an insult to you, but he had used it in a warm, almost terms of endearment way.

“You nicknamed me Princess?” You asked, needing clarification.

His mouth opened and closed a few times. “Ah, yes...but only I use it!” He rushed out, hoping you wouldn’t be mad.

And then you giggled, that sweet sound gracing his ears. Looking down at you, he could see the warm smile on your glossy lips. Eyes shining brightly.

You stepped closer to him, manicured hand moving to rest on his chest as you looked up at him. “Well, I think I can let that slide...so long as I’m your only Princess". And you winked at him.

Wally was shocked, eyes wide and mind blank. You had just approved his nickname, so long as you were his only Princess. And you winked. This was big progress, this had to mean you liked him too, right?

As quick as you invaded his space, you stepped back, removing your hand. With another giggle you began to walk down the aisle towards the field. All the while Wally stood, shocked to his core.

Half way between Wally and the ground, you stopped to look back up at him. This time you laughed, seeing him still in the same spot you left him.

“Wow, have you frozen or stuck in a loop?” You called out in a tease. “We have group!”

Snapping back to reality, he finally noticed you had walked off without him. Quickly he moved his feet, making short work of the steps to come to stand beside you, as you continued to laugh.

His face warmed, embarrassed for you to have seen him like that. But you didn’t mind, you liked this Wally a lot.

“You know, I think I like this cute, flustered Wally" you mused with a tilted head, smiling up at him. “It’s adorable”.

Wally rolled his eyes, yet couldn’t help the small smile on his face. You grabbed his arm and proceeded to pull him down the stairs, and out of the stadium to group.

Yes, this definitely the start of the Princess and the jock.

[petriwriting]

It's always been you - JJ Maybank X Reader

Prompt: Always telling each other everything, sharing secrets and dreams late into the night, but suddenly their secrets become about each other and their feelings

The marsh was quiet. The air was warm and moist, blowing a gentle breeze through your hair. The water was buzzing with life, and the marsh creatures were all going about their habitual routines. You sighed you JJ finished his joint. He sat next to you with his feet hanging off the dock, yours were crossed with your hands in your lap as you turned to JJ, your long time best friend.

"How's that girl doing- what was her name again?" you asked. "Maya? or Melanie- No Melody!" you corrected yourself. JJ chuckled, fiddling with the roach in his fingers after he had blunted the embers away, the smoke trail ceasing. "Mel," he corrected you. "And she turned out to be a huge kook, not really my style." he shrugged half-heartedly. You knew each other so well that he could tell when you were scared, uncomfortable, or tired just with a glance, and you returned the favor by looking out for him. You could tell when he was anxious or too angry.

"A kook? working at the seafood shack?" you stated, rather than questioned. He shrugged again. "Said her parents wouldn't give her allowance money anymore." He explained. "I can't imagine having an allowance," you said honestly. You were Pogues, money wasn't in excessive abundance for the two of you the way it was for some.

"It seemed like she just wanted to piss off her parents by being seen with my anyway," he said somewhat sadly. "I'm not exactly boyfriend material," he joked. "I don't know what you mean," you said

JJ bit his lip and nodded slightly. "I dunno. doesn't matter," he dismissed. You looked out into the dark, murky water that was illuminated by the moonlight, watching the side slowly wax and wane. "Can I ask you something?" you said, not wanting to sound foolish.

"Shoot." he said, gently swinging his feet. you began slowly, hesitantly. "I kind of like this guy," you admitted, thankful the evening masked the flush on your cheeks. "It's so dumb. like major cheesy..." JJ smirked and looked at you. "Yeah?" he nodded, watching attentively as you spoke. "Yeah, so I'm wondering, from your perspective, is it weird if I ask him out?" you asked.

"No, I mean, sometimes guys like that stuff." JJ said cocking his head slightly.

"Do you?" the words slipped out. "I mean would you like it if a girl asked you out first." you tried to clarify, to deflect suspicion.

"If it was the right girl, then yeah," he said, very matter of fact.

You nodded. "Who are ya tryin' to ask out?" he followed up. You shook your head in dismissal. "No one, it was just a thought. You don't know him. we've been friends since like- kindergarten or something." you said, JJ seemed unconvinced. "well he'd be a lucky son of a bitch. No one can say no to you," he said.

You smiled slightly. "you really think so?" you asked softly.

"I know it." JJ insisted. He smiled slightly to himself, and for a brief moment, you guys matched, locking eyes, though you weren't sure if he meant it platonically, or if he thought you'd make a good girlfriend. You pushed the disheartened feeling away.

The two of you were always incredibly honest with each other. He had come to you on his worst days, and in return, he had seen you in pretty rough shape over the years. You just wanted him to be happy, and you were scared that falling in love with him would ruin that. You had no idea how he felt.

"Aaannnnd," he said in a somewhat goofy, exaggerated tone in an attempt to diffuse the slight tension. "Since we're giving each other advice, I also kind of need help with somethin' like this." You nodded, ready to hear about whatever attractive surfer girl he was probably pining over. "Well, I'm glad you came to me instead of John B this time," you snickered.

"Yeah, so um." JJ reached his hand up, running his fingers through his golden hair.

"There's this girl. . ." He began, gazing out at the water as he spoke. She is just amazing. She's really cute, and funny and sweet. She really understands me, like, I don't feel alone around her." he said, clutching his chest for a short moment. Your heart sank. you weren't quite following.

"I'm scared she only sees me as a friend, and that really hurts," he said, his tone shifting. "But I really like this girl. it's not the same as the other girls on the island. I want to see her laugh, smile, and cry. Thing is though," he says. "I think she deserves so much better than me, or anything I could ever give her."

The words hung in the air; you wanted to choke out a sob and go listen to songs about unrequited love, but you stayed. " . . . I think you should tell her all of that. Be honest." you said finally after a thoughtful pause. JJ nodded, maybe its the lingering high or something in the air. Suddenly, it hits you. It was always you. you are the girl. He was talking about you.

there you were, dancing across the line that needed to be crossed to venture from friends to lovers. "Jay," you said softly, leaning closer to him. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. you were shocked but smiled and nodded. "Yeah," you said.

Your lips collided, and you melted into the embrace, a moment you'd been dreaming of for so long, his soft lips grazing yours while your fingers found themselves combing through his soft hair. You pulled away after what felt like an eternity.

You pulled away, and JJ's body language relaxed again. "So is this Kindergarten guy of yours going to give me any problems?" he said, poking fun at your confession, somewhat seriousness in his tone.

You laughed and smacked his arm. "JJ, I was talking about you," you exclaimed with a light hearted laugh. "Oh yeah, okay, good." he nodded. "Had to be sure," he said in a sly tone. For another hour or two, you sat there and talked about things, the same way you had before, this time a special loving connection blossoming from the pre-existing friendship. You found yourself sleepy, resting your head on his shoulder, with his arm snaked around you.

Eventually, you found yourselves back to the house, where a comfy hammock overlooking the water awaited, not wanting to wake the rest of the house but still wanting some privacy. JJ offered you his hoodie, which swallowed you up as the two of you cuddled on the hommock, limbs entangled.

When the sun rose finally, It was early, and the house was quiet. Pope had wandered outside the house with some fishing gear. Having left the front door open while moving things, he saw the two figured in the hammock fast asleep and he froze. He quickly sat the fishing gear down, in rush searching for John B.

John B followed Pope back outside, and he chuckled. "you owe me $50." Pope said with a smirk. John B rolled his eyes. "fine." he said reaching for his wallet.

[handonthemouse]

Realistic Sims 3-4 Inspired Face Templates for the Sims 2! No More Long Faces!

I started playing the Sims 2 solely, about 2 years ago. Ever since, I like my Sims to have a certain facial proportion. I know some Sims 2 players like the long-face cartoony look of the sims in the Sims 2... but I personally don't. It inhibits me from making people that look real and unique imho. So behold! New DEFAULT face templates for the Sims 2! I made this for myself but I can share it here as well.

Features: 1. Inspired by different faces around the world. I wanted the faces to be as diverse as possible 2. No more gender differences! Maxis Face Templates makes it so that when you switch from Female to Male, the brows go sooo looww, the nose, chin and jaw gets soo big, and the lips become nonexistent basically. Well no more! (this took a lot of time to do) 3. All faces have the same proportions (same eye, nose, and chin height) so you can mix and match all of the faces and you won't end up with an unproportionate sim! 4. Includes default alien face template replacement as well! Watch Video for reference:

Before Installing: 1. Take any default face templates you currently have in your game if any. 2. Gonna look ugly if you make children with my face template and maxis'. The outcome is gonna look unproportional so don't do that Suggestions: 1. Use my cc skintones + Magic Theatre Eyes by CuriousB (Default). This is what I use, but feel free to experiment with other. 2. Remove all pre-made townies (video by PleasantSims) so that your game can generate new sims with my face templates 3. Download hair replacements since Maxis' hair has a high hairline. 4. Works best if you prefer to create your own custom neighborhood from scratch. Since Maxis neighborhoods have sims with the default long faces. 5. For better access of sliders and face templates, I would suggest to create Sims in BodyShop and not In-game 6. Credit to all the Simmers who've made custom face sliders! I wouldn’t have been able to make these without those sliders, and I suggest you download them here. 7. Download Treeag's Hider for Maxis Sims. Which hides the sims that Maxis created so that your CAS and Bodyshop will only have Sims that you've created yourself This has been one year in the making. When I started, the toddler and child face templates were royally messed up, so I had to painstakingly edit all 28, then, male and female sims look different so I had to manually change them all as well to eliminate all that. This took me months of not playing the game to finish making this. This is what I have been using in my game and so I'm just sharing it here in case anyone wants them as well.

For any feedback and suggestions, comment here or message me on Bluesky.

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Credit to Argon for the face template fixes, which I've included in the download since other face template replacements also include them in their downloads.

Note: Might change either Face Template 22 or 23, but idk what. If you have any face-suggestions let me know. Next thing on my list is to upload my recolors of CuriousB's Magic Theatre Eyes and my Default face replacement for the pollination technician and ideal plantsim. Alien face template for PT replacement and face 26 for ID replacement. WIP

[captain-bubble-wrap]

baaaaabe! just imagine papi looking up and searching for his girl in the crowd🤭 how would he react when he spots her? need you to work your papi magic please🥹🤞🏼

Tonight, yourself and three of your girlfriends were attending the Leafs game as the final stop of your birthday celebration. Auston had been the one to get you the tickets and they had given you the best vantage point for viewing each of the home team’s goals. Your friends would be the first to admit that they didn’t know anything about hockey, but they knew who Auston was and that was enough. You, on the other hand, hadn’t heard half of what they were yapping about, because you were too transfixed on keeping track of number thirty-four.

“Wait, what’s Auston’s number again?”

You sighed, as you had already answered her question once before, “Thirty-four.”

“Oh, right! Sorry! There are just too many out there to keep track of! This the last...period, right?”

“Yeah, and we need to be smart and hold this lead,” you added, hands clasps in front of your lips. The game had been eventful since the opening puck drop and was getting down to the wire. The Canes remained scoreless through the first with the Leafs scoring four unanswered goals; the second period had been scoreless for both teams; which led to the third. Carolina would put up three quick goals withing three minutes, making the score four-to-three with five minutes remaining in regulation. With just two minutes and change remaining, the Canes pulled their goalie. Always a stressful moment with the net empty, you locked onto Auston who had just started a fresh shift.

It was a battle to get the puck out of their zone, what with the Canes having an extra man on the ice, but eventually Auston gained possession and fired on the open net, scoring the fifth goal for the Leafs. As he celebrated with his teammates, his eyes looked for you in the stands, hoping he had remembered which section you were in. And there you were, on your feet, already looking at him when his eyes locked onto you for a passing moment. To fans, it just looked like he was just scanning the crowd for their reactions, but you knew this was a moment shared just between the two of you. Though it only lasted for a second or two, it had been enough to give you butterflies. Your girlfriends said nothing, they were just trying to match the energy and actions of those around them,

Once the game resumed, there would be one more empty net goal, making the Leafs final score six to three once the final buzzer sounded. The whole arena was electric! You’d watch your boys celebrate their victory, giving Stolarz head taps for the well-won performance. It was so good to see them win, and on your birthday no less. You couldn’t help but smile as you stared at Auston, his large frame, showing the level of exhaustion he was now feeling. He wouldn’t look for you again, and you hadn’t expected him too. One little glace had been enough; you’d get to spend the whole night with him anyway. That was something no one else could say. Happy birthday to you, indeed~

[chubsonthemoon]

HELLO JAYVIK (fanbinding) NATION. I had four binderary projects planned this year. I finished one of them. This is not one of them. WHAT HAPPENED WAS I had binderary plans and then I watched the bear trap of a show that is Arcane. What happened was I tripped and fell straight into jayvik hell. Here I am now, a month later. Anyway!

This is the fantastic Talis, V. Talis, J. "Social Behaviors of Lokfar Peninsula’s Wild Mammals (Specifically Those of my Co-Author)" by @zillac! I had SO much fun reading and binding this--zillac's writing is some of my favorite ever, that perfect mix of hilarious and heartfelt, with spot-on voicing for everyone. This is a Tarzan AU and SUCH a delight--Jayce never gets rescued as a kid and instead gets raised by wolves (SEXY WOLFMAN JAYCE YEEHAW), and Viktor meets him years later on a research trip. The title is a fun spin on an academic paper, so in keeping with that theme, I went for a more simple/classical design and a stiffened board binding construction, which was new to me and SO much fun. I will definitely be using this construction again!

Some design fun facts! Blue and silver details are to match the icy climate of Lokfar (there's a line where Viktor is like "why are your [very strong, distracting, huge] arms bare when it's fucking freezing out?" and Jayce is like "Hm? Oh it's summer," which, CHILLS, no pun intended). Cover papers were hand-marbled by me at Renegade Retreat 2023 (I'm so happy I found the perfect fic to use them!). The endpapers are a bit translucent, which reminded me so much of the frozen glacier in the fic I just had to use them:

I also went for a different font for the interior--I've been using Garamond basically ever since I started fanbinding (which AH, it's my five-year anniversary this year! I should write a roundup post...), but I decided to try Alegreya this time around, and I really love how it changes the feel of the typeset.

Bonus ASMR flip-through! (I bought a ring light/phone camera stand, so now I can use both hands in my book photos lolol)

And that's all for today!! Thanks so much for sharing your work, Zil!! <333

[milessunflowers]

Trans male reader asking the French drivers (Pierre or Esteban, no preference) if reader can stay at their place bcz reader has come out to his transphobic father (which didn't go well obviously) and wants to start a new life away from the close-mindedness?

I'm in desperate need of some fluff 😅🥲

-🦉 (I saw it wasn't claimed yet, hehe)

me bc my parents are transphobic and don't believe trans ppl deserve health care. i feel you on the need for fluff bc yeah, it's difficult so i got you covered 🦉

esteban ocon x trans!reader

synopsis: after finally coming out to your family, they turn you away causing you to seek refuge with your closest friend

author's note: honestly, this is me projecting a bit too 😅 i came out to my old friends and they misgendered me and made fun of me so i am scared to come out to other people and knowing my family, they wouldn't be too nice abt it

it took you years to finally work up enough confidence to tell your parents about being trans

you thought maybe they would be supportive

your mom was on the fence about it but your dad

your dad was a whole other story

he blew up on you practically

he yelled and screamed, made you pack up your stuff and leave

you were in shock the entire drive

hell, you didn't even know where you were driving until you ended up at esteban's house

you don't know why your brain decided that esteban was the safest choice but you were glad it did

you knew esteban would never judged you

you knocked on his door and as soon as he answered you collapsed into tears on him

he knew exactly what happened and pulled you inside to sit in the living room

he let you cry as long as you needed

which was a very long time as it turns out because you thought maybe your parents would change their views if they found out

he doesn't rush you just offers support, some snacks, and water

you cuddle with him on the couch and watch the spiderman movies on the tele for a while

he offers you his guest room and you immediately take the offer

it felt a lot better staying somewhere where you felt safe and not targeted

plus esteban loved having you with him, it made him all smiles and giggles

you slowly started to move into the apartment and soon, you both had a shared living space

you helped with bills and everything

you and esteban made dinner together and often had movie nights (that you both secretly thought of as date nights)

and when you got top surgery, he was so helpful and sweet, making sure you had everything you could ever need

he takes you places when you start to really feel down and it instantly cheers you up

the change from the harsh, close minded environment to this made you so happy

a lot of fans considered you esteban's wag

neither of you complained or shut down rumors

even if you guys weren't official official yet

when you start feeling better about being accepted, you started showing up to races more

you and esteban always arrive together, laughing and smiling

you just stare adoringly at esteban as he talks and signs things for fans

especially little kids (he has to be good with kids, i just know it)

and if this is from last season, when he came p2 in brazil, you were bawling your eyes out

you don't even hesitate to kiss him and he doesn't hesitate to kiss back

you were never happier because you were so proud of him

he made you happy, made you feel seen, made you feel loved

and he felt exactly the same way, maybe even more

your parents were not happy when they found out

but at that point, you had cut them out of your life entirely

no one would break your happy bubble with esteban

you guys end up getting some pets (*cough cough* bunnies) that you guys call your children

and you guys go on double dates with mick and pance (yes they are dating in this fight me)

its seriously the most fun you have ever had

other dates of yours and esteban's include: binging marvel movies, forcing him to watch football matches, and baking dates that end up with burnt cookies

you guys still eat them because you had fun, even if they taste like shit

his parents also love you so much and are so supportive

they are the sweetest ever and so glad you and esteban found each other

they also love their "grandkids"

anytime you need advice, you go straight to them

including when you were planning to purpose to esteban

turns out you both had the same idea to purpose on your anniversary

obviously you guys say yes and a little over a year later, you guys were married and happier than ever

TAGS! (if you want to be added, lmk!)

@op-81-lvr-reblogs, @koalapastries, @justaf1girl, @ghostking4m, @spoonfulofmilo, @seonghwaexile, @alex-wotton, @raizelchrysanderoctavius

[funpoire]

Adeuceyuu type of trio to :

This is mostly about my yuu but you can use it for your of too. Will you guys interested in some Q/A for my yuu ?

They shared so many clothes with yuu they ended up forgetting what they gave to yuu and what they didn’t

To sneak out to go in ramshackle and have a movie night. Yuu let a window or the door open for them.

Everyone is confused about their relationship. Are they friends? Are they more? Do they know what they are doing is not friendship?

If one person in the trio is missing everyone notices it and gets worried. Did they sacrifice them? Did something happen? No just one of them is sick.

If one person gets sick they will all finish getting sick too. They don’t know personal space.

Go out a lot. The island is big enough to do every type of activity: picnic at the beach, shopping, eating something, etc…

Although all of them care for each other, they will also be the first ones to tease and bully each other.

Even if they can talk about everything, vent, etc… one subject is banned: the “yuu coming home” conversation.

If they can’t see each other, they just video call. Yes, Deuce and Ace are in the same room, and yes, they are still calling on different phones. Save the other guy in their room.

Yuu always get invited to an unbirthday tea party. Till the trio starts to be too loud and annoying. Riddle ends up not letting them invite anyone anymore.

They can’t sit next to each other anymore because, again, they are too loud. I think they are the type to still find a way to communicate even across the room: sign language, reading lips, using their phones, throwing paper, etc…

Got a matching trinkets or something like that. Could be a phone charm, bracelet, t-shirt, etc…

The trio is loved by most of the students but hated by the majority of the teachers.

To send some random pic and say “It’s us” and then it’s just a pic of rocks.

The closet is made of glass for Ace and Deuce (Yuusei already figure out his sexuality long time ago)

During book 5 Deuce had weekly call from his mom were Ace and Yuu could participate and also talk about their week. Ace will snitch the little bad thing Deuce did when in the other hand Yuu will talk about how well behave Deuce is.

“they match each other's freak in a way that is uncomfortable for the other characters to watch” - some twitter user

the vibe:

my yuu wiki - more yuu content - aceyuu art - yuusei relationship

yeah more gay post please forgive me but i said i was going to be in every twst topic till the fandom want me. I don't know if this post is good i be honest i just put all the stuff i had in my head for the moment i would love to see more yuu with this ship so don't be shy to send it to me.

[whateverisbeautiful]

Richonne in Retrospect - The 💋 List

(every Richonne kiss ranked)

#12: The Forest Farewell Kiss (1.06)

Now let me start by saying, similar to when I was making the reveling analysis of this 1.06 teaser a while back, these kisses had me damn near too distracted to type any commentary for this post lol. It's solid gold and I didn't realize til the re-watch just how much Rick is putting in work with this kiss right here, honey. 😋 He can't help but be spirited in his love for her, and I love that for Michonne. And she can't help but give her all when loving on Rick as well, so they really are a magnetic match made in heaven 😇...

It's funny because before I reviewed all the TOWL & TWD kisses to rank them, I hadn't thought this 1.06 one would have made it so high up for some reason. But then I rewatched it and y'all there was no way this could go any lower because this kiss is just passion x100. When I say no one does passion like Richonne, this scene really would be all the proof needed of that, even tho every kiss in my Top 12 proves Richonne has an incomparable passion for each other.

One of the things I always like about this kiss is how, while Rick and Michonne have been husband and wife for many years, post-episode 5 they somehow manage to kiss each other like they're even more married after Rick got down on one knee with a ring. Idk how to explain it, but something about all the kisses in 1.06 just felt married on a heightened level and I love it. Similar to the great off-to-war kiss in 8.01, this is Richonne having a passionate intimate farewell before parting ways to do something risky. And knowing that what they're about to do is dangerous, I love that they kiss in a way that is one; so invigorating and comforting and two; makes it clear that no matter what happens next they're in it together. This was an Us-Against-The-World kiss.👌🏽

I know neither of them is entertaining the mindset that this could be the last kiss they share, but I appreciate that they still kiss like it could be because they always want each other to know the depth of their love. Again, parting isn't easy for these two, especially after years apart and finally agreeing to go home together. So you know having to take on some of this CRM takedown separately isn't ideal for them. But this kiss communicates that even as they enter the lion's den they'll be back together and home soon because nothing is taking them from each other ever again.

I love how much it feels like Rick wants Michonne to know that even with him headed back into the CRM, she is still always and forever his choice. And the way Michonne looks at him after the kiss - that's her baby, y'all. I love how much she loves him. Richonne will always make time for each other so I appreciate that they both felt it's important to have not just a short farewell here but one that really takes its time and goes all in with the passion. The kiss is as hot as it's reassuring and it really is a ten out of ten, which just lets you know how blessed our ship is because that means I felt 11 other Richonne kisses are also on or above this excellent level. ♥️

[andy-15-07]

Dancing in the Dark

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader Word Count: 2151 Harry Potter Masterlist | request

The Yule Ball was in full swing at Hogwarts, the enchanted Great Hall transformed into a winter wonderland of twinkling lights and shimmering icicles. Guests, both students and staff, mingled beneath soaring enchanted ceilings that mimicked the starry night sky. Among the dancers and laughter, two figures moved almost as shadows—one in a midnight-black cloak, his expression as guarded as ever, and the other, vibrant and warm with her deep brown hair and matching eyes that shone with a secret mirth.

Severus Snape stood near the periphery of the dance floor, his dark eyes fixed on the swirling couples. Ever the reluctant participant in frivolities, he had vowed to avoid such distractions tonight. Yet the magic of the evening, combined with the warmth that had settled between him and Y/N over the years, made resisting difficult. Their secret union—known only to the two of them—had transformed what would have been mere cohabitation into a partnership that whispered of forbidden tenderness and subtle defiance.

Y/N, elegant in a dress of deep forest green that echoed the quiet confidence in her eyes, spotted him. With a determined glint in her gaze, she moved through the crowd. “Severus,” she called softly, her voice carrying just enough to catch him off guard.

Snape’s features tensed at the sound, and he turned to see her approaching. For a moment, he appeared as if he might retreat into the shadows entirely, but then she smiled—a secret smile that seemed to illuminate the dim hall. “Must you always seek to disrupt my solitude?” he murmured, though his tone lacked its usual iciness.

“Disrupt?” she teased as she reached him, lightly tugging his hand. “Or perhaps liberate it?” Her playful remark was laced with both affection and a challenge. “Tonight is too special to waste watching others dance.”

He hesitated, his gaze flickering around the room as though calculating every potential risk. The Yule Ball was not just a celebration; it was an event where every glance and whispered conversation could unravel the delicate tapestry of secrets they had so carefully woven. Yet, as her hand tightened on his, he felt the old defiance stir—a readiness to break away from protocol, even if just for a few stolen minutes.

“Very well,” Snape conceded in a low voice, the single word charged with more meaning than any declaration could ever convey.

They slipped away from the main crowd, finding refuge in a quieter alcove where the strains of a slow, melodic tune drifted softly. The space was nearly deserted, lit only by flickering candles that cast gentle, dancing shadows on the walls. It was here that Y/N’s eyes, warm and earnest, met his. “I’ve missed this—us,” she said softly.

He arched an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “Missed what exactly?” he replied, though his tone betrayed a hint of vulnerability.

“This,” she said, stepping closer until there was barely a whisper of space between them. “The closeness, the quiet understanding. The moments when it’s just you and me, away from everything else.”

For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just the two of them. Snape’s heart, usually so guarded behind layers of duty and bitterness, softened imperceptibly. “It is dangerous, you know,” he warned gently. “Our lives… they demand discretion.”

Y/N laughed quietly, a sound that reminded him of distant, happier times. “Dangerous, perhaps, but worth every risk,” she countered, her tone resolute. “Every day with you, even in the shadows, makes it worth it.”

Their conversation paused as the soft strains of the music shifted into a slow waltz. The notes seemed to invite them to the dance floor once more. Without another word, Y/N extended her hand, an unspoken invitation. Snape’s eyes, dark and brooding, softened as he took it. “Let’s not allow others to see what we share,” he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Hand in hand, they stepped onto the dance floor. The swirling figures around them blurred into insignificance as the couple found solace in each other’s presence. The waltz carried them effortlessly, their movements synchronized in a way that defied the rigid formalities of the outside world. With every turn, every gentle step, they carved out a small haven amid the revelry—a secret dance known only to them.

“Tell me, Severus,” Y/N said between the soft hum of the music, “do you ever wonder what our lives would be like if we weren’t bound by these restrictions? If we didn’t have to hide?”

His gaze remained fixed on the space ahead, as if he were peering into an impossible future. “Every day,” he admitted. “But fantasy is a luxury I rarely afford. Our world… it is not kind to those who dare to dream too openly.”

She squeezed his hand lightly. “Then let’s dream in the dark,” she whispered. “Let this night be ours, free from the expectations of the world.”

As the dance continued, their dialogue deepened. They spoke in half-whispers, the language of shared secrets and mutual understanding. Y/N recalled childhood memories of enchanted winter nights, while Snape spoke of battles fought in silence and the quiet victories that defined his days. Each word, each sentence, built a tapestry of memories and hopes—threads that only they could see.

“I remember when you first challenged me,” Snape said softly, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I believed it was a foolish endeavor. Yet here we are.”

“You were always reluctant to see beyond the surface,” Y/N replied, her tone both teasing and sincere. “But I saw you—a man of depth, of passion, of hidden tenderness. And I had to know if the rumors were true.”

Snape’s eyes flickered with amusement. “Rumors, indeed. Who would have thought that beneath this mask of stern duty, there lies a heart capable of defiance? A heart that beats in time with yours?”

The music shifted once more, slower now, and the soft murmur of the distant crowd seemed to recede further. In that moment, they were alone in their shared world—a world where words were more than mere sound, where every syllable carried the weight of their clandestine bond.

“You know, Severus,” Y/N began, her voice tender, “there’s something I’ve always admired about you. Even when the world seemed so cold, you never lost your sense of loyalty—to your principles, to the few who truly mattered.”

He regarded her for a long moment, the stern lines of his face softening as he looked into her eyes. “I have learned that loyalty, when true, transcends even the most oppressive circumstances. And you… you have taught me that love can exist even in the darkest of times.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a soft laugh from a nearby group, but they remained undisturbed in their private reverie. The gentle cadence of the dance was a reminder of what they shared—a secret union, a bond that defied the judgments of the world outside these enchanted walls.

“Do you ever regret it?” Y/N asked suddenly, her voice barely audible over the music. “Choosing this life of secrecy, this path of constant caution?”

Snape paused, his eyes distant for a moment. “Regret?” he echoed slowly. “There are moments when the weight of our secret feels unbearable. Yet every time I see you, every time I feel the warmth of your hand in mine, I know there is nothing I would change.”

She smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears that spoke of both joy and sorrow. “Then let us not waste another moment hiding in the shadows. Tonight, we belong solely to each other.”

“Tonight, we are free,” he agreed, his voice firm yet gentle.

As the dance drew to a close, they lingered in the embrace of their shared moment. In the midst of the festivities, their whispered declarations and secret smiles wove a story of rebellion and devotion. The Great Hall, with its brilliance and splendor, was but a backdrop to a more intimate narrative—a tale of two souls bound together in silence and defiance.

Later that evening, as the crowd thinned and the echoes of laughter subsided, Y/N and Snape found themselves alone in a quiet corridor away from prying eyes. The corridor, lined with ancient stone and flickering torches, held an almost palpable sense of history—a history in which they had carved out their own hidden chapter.

“Do you think anyone will ever know?” Y/N asked softly as they walked side by side, the soft rustle of their footsteps the only sound.

Snape’s reply was measured, thoughtful. “Some truths are meant to be whispered, not shouted. Our bond is our own, and if the world cannot see it, then it is ours alone to cherish.”

Y/N’s hand found his once more, a silent promise passed between them. “I believe that someday, the truth will shine through. Until then, we have these moments, these dances in the dark.”

He gave her a look that mingled both admiration and protectiveness. “And in these moments, we will be whole.”

Their conversation continued as they strolled through the quiet corridors, reminiscing about past Yule Balls and sharing hopes for a future where their love need not be concealed. Each exchanged word reinforced the unspoken promise that bound them—loyalty, love, and the fierce determination to carve out a life that defied the constraints of the world around them.

In a secluded corner of the castle, they paused before a portrait of a long-departed witch, its eyes twinkling knowingly. “It seems even the portraits agree,” Y/N said with a light laugh. “They know that some love stories are too powerful to be confined by convention.”

Snape’s normally reserved expression softened. “Perhaps one day, when the time is right, we can share our truth with those who matter. But for now, let our secret be our sanctuary.”

The portrait’s painted eyes appeared to wink as if in silent approval. In that moment, surrounded by centuries of magic and mystery, Y/N and Snape felt an almost tangible sense of unity—a merging of souls that transcended the limitations imposed upon them.

Their night was far from over. Later, while the festivities continued in distant halls, they retreated to a quiet classroom converted for the evening into a private lounge. There, beneath a tapestry depicting the founders of Hogwarts, they allowed themselves to be vulnerable once more. Over steaming cups of spiced tea and the soft glow of enchanted candles, their conversation delved into the complexities of their past and the fragile hope for their future.

“Do you ever think about what might have been if we weren’t burdened by duty?” Y/N asked, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames.

Snape’s voice was a quiet rumble. “Every day. But duty and sacrifice have been my constant companions for as long as I can remember. You, however, have shown me that there is beauty even in the fleeting moments of freedom.”

She reached across the table, her hand brushing his. “Then promise me something,” she said, her tone earnest. “Promise that no matter how dark the night, we will always find our way back to this light—our light.”

He looked into her eyes, the vulnerability there a rarity. “I promise,” he said firmly. “Even if the world tries to tear us apart, even if secrets continue to shadow our every step, I will always find you.”

Their words, simple yet profound, echoed in the silent room. The tapestry above, a silent witness to their pledge, seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. For in that moment, beyond the constraints of Hogwarts’ ancient stone and the expectations of society, they existed solely as two hearts in perfect synchrony.

The hours slipped by, each minute filled with whispered confidences and the soft music of their shared laughter. As the first hints of dawn crept into the horizon, they reluctantly parted, each returning to their own responsibilities while carrying the warmth of their secret night like a cherished talisman.

Before parting at the castle’s threshold, Y/N leaned close and whispered, “Tonight was ours, Severus. And no one can ever take that away.”

He pressed his lips briefly against her forehead, a silent vow etched in the gesture. “Never,” he replied, his voice low and resolute.

And so, in the quiet aftermath of the Yule Ball, with memories of an enchanted dance lingering in the corridors of Hogwarts, Y/N and Snape carried on with their lives—a secret romance hidden in plain sight, a tender rebellion against the constraints of a world that could never understand the beauty of their union.

Their clandestine meetings, filled with dialogue that spoke of shared dreams and quiet courage, would continue to be the heart of their existence. In every stolen moment, in every whispered promise, they nurtured a love that was both fragile and indomitable—a love that, even in the darkest of times, danced defiantly in the shadows, waiting for the light of a future where truth might finally set it free.