#whyamIlikethis

[wuvja]

Swaying Hearts

| Pairing: young!Severus Snape x hufflepuff!Reader

| Summary: At the Yule Ball, Severus chooses familiarity over possibility—until a single glance makes him question everything.

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The Yule Ball sparkled like a dream.

Chandeliers shimmered overhead, enchanted snowflakes drifted lazily through the air, and soft music curled around the edges of the golden hall. It looked perfect—like something out of a fairy tale.

But you didn’t feel like the heroine. You felt like the girl in the background.

You tugged gently at your golden Hufflepuff robes, standing near the refreshment table, smiling like it didn’t bother you. Like you didn’t notice that your date—Severus Snape—had completely forgotten you were there.

He had asked you, hadn’t he? Mumbled something gruff and awkward about not wanting to go alone. You’d said yes because… because you liked him. Because maybe, just maybe, you thought he might like you too.

But now?

Now he was dancing with Lily Evans.

You watched the way he looked at her—like she was sunlight he could never quite reach. The way he leaned in to say something, and she laughed, touching his sleeve.

You looked away.

“You alright?”

You blinked up, surprised. Remus Lupin stood beside you with a kind expression, hands tucked into his robes. He glanced once at the dance floor, then back to you. “You look like you’d rather be anywhere but here.”

You laughed softly, trying to hide the crack in your voice. “That obvious?”

He smiled. “I’m told I’m rather observant.”

You looked down into your half-finished drink. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“You absolutely should’ve,” he said gently. Then, after a beat, “Would you like to dance?”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“I’m an excellent dancer,” Remus said with mock pride. “And you look like you could use a little saving.”

Despite the ache in your chest, you smiled. “Okay.”

He led you onto the floor, gentle and thoughtful, giving you space. And for a little while, you laughed. Really laughed. Remus was warm, funny, and the music swelled just enough to let you forget the sting in your heart.

Then—

Everything slowed.

Across the room, Severus looked up.

And his eyes found yours.

Just for a moment, the world seemed to fall away. The music faded. The dancers blurred. It was just the two of you—caught in something that didn’t need words.

You weren’t supposed to be dancing with someone else. And he wasn’t supposed to be looking at you like that.

You blinked. He didn’t.

It was like being in the middle of a sentence that neither of you knew how to finish.

Then reality snapped back in.

You tore your eyes away first, and looked back at Remus. Severus looked down, returning his focus to Lily—though his grip on her waist had slackened.

Your smile faltered.

You took a breath and said quietly, “Remus… I think I want to go now.”

He looked at you gently, like he already knew.

“Of course,” he said. “Want me to walk you?”

You shook your head. “Thank you. But I think I need to be alone.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

You slipped out of the ballroom with your heart thudding and your chest hollow.

The moment the door shut behind you, the tears came fast and hot—falling in silence as you walked through the corridors alone.

What’s wrong with me?

You wanted to believe that maybe Severus had asked you to the Ball because he liked you. Not out of convenience. Not because Lily had turned him down.

But maybe you were wrong.

You hugged your arms tighter around yourself, steps echoing as you descended toward the Hufflepuff dorms.

Behind you—far too late—Severus was searching.

He’d turned to tell Lily something, a half-formed thought on his tongue, but you were gone. Just gone. The spot where you stood with Remus now empty.

He muttered something about needing air and left the hall in long strides.

But he didn’t find you.

He stood alone in the corridor, watching the rain start to splatter against the tall windows, his fists clenched at his sides.

You’d always been there. Always known how to reach him, even when he didn’t want to be reached.

And he let you leave.

[scarlet-abyss]

man i haven't posted here in a long time...not that there is much to post. just here to say that i live.

and that i may have reached season 6 of gilmore girls....time flies when you've got nothing to do.

goodnight, and goodbye.

[oct8yamato]

💡✨ SCIENTIFIC BREAKTHROUGH ✨💡 After YEARS of extensive research (aka my 3am thoughts), I have discovered that the floor is actually LAVA 🔥🔥🔥 but only when you're holding snacks 🍕🥤. If you drop them? The floor miraculously becomes MAGNETIC 🧲 and launches your food into the abyss of disappointment 😭.

Science is WILD, folks 🧐🔬.

Reblog for good snack-holding luck 🍀, ignore for instant clumsiness 🤡.

[vanilyyy]

having the biggest crashout of my life and im just glad it’s happening at 17

[dreamycircuit]

Meme : "Brain at Night" Click here for more

[the-most-humble-blog]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙊𝙬𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜"

💀 The moment of self-awareness nobody asked for.

You’re mid-rant, passionately tearing apart the state of the world, capitalism, traffic laws, or why the cashier had the audacity to look at you funny—and then it happens. You catch sight of yourself in a reflective surface, and suddenly:

Who the hell is that?

Why is my face doing that?

Did I always have this many chins??

When did my hair decide it was auditioning for the role of ‘deranged science villain’ in a straight-to-DVD movie?

💡 Why do I not look as good as I do in my bathroom mirror??? In my bathroom, I’m giving main character energy. I’m dramatic, mysterious, effortlessly cool. Now, under fluorescent lights and betrayal, I look like a villain’s henchman that doesn’t make it past the first act.

Possible Explanations for This Phenomenon:

1️⃣ "Fluorescent Lighting is a Scam"

Designed by demons to expose every pore, wrinkle, and questionable life decision you've ever made.

You don’t need skincare, you need a government ban on overhead lighting.

2️⃣ "Your Bathroom Mirror is a Liar"

That soft lighting? That flattering angle? It’s all an illusion.

You’re being gaslit by your own bathroom.

3️⃣ "Your Brain Refuses to Accept Your True Form"

Ever seen a recording of yourself and thought “That’s not my voice”? Same thing.

Your mental self-image is outdated software running on 2016 settings.

4️⃣ "Maybe You’re Just Ugly, Bro."

Tough pill to swallow, but hey, at least it’s consistent.

The Five Stages of Reflection Panic:

🪞 1. Denial – That’s not me. That’s some tired stranger with my outfit. 🤨 2. Shock – Is my head… bigger than it was this morning?? 😰 3. Hyper-Focus – WHY IS MY MOUTH MOVING LIKE THAT?? 😑 4. Existential Crisis – Have I always looked like this? Is this how others see me? Do I need therapy? 😵 5. Acceptance – I guess this is just who I am now.

Solutions?

🕶 Never look at yourself in public. Store windows, car mirrors, security cameras—avoid at all costs. 📸 Only trust selfies you took at the right angle, under controlled conditions, and with at least three filters. 🛑 Stop talking altogether and become a mysterious, brooding figure instead.

🔻 REBLOG IF YOU’VE EVER BEEN BETRAYED BY YOUR OWN REFLECTION 🔻

It’s not just me, right? RIGHT?

[allyalbonart]

...don't look at her too closely, she might blink. Wobble has feet and eyes of sort now, so she can now stand next to the computer and watch me. It's...disconcerting.

[falleneighth]

I CANNOT be the only person who has to consciously decide whether or not to talk to people to try and balance talking too much with ignoring the person.

Like I don't want to talk to the point of being annoying, but I don't want to make anyone feel like I don't care either.

[darylsgarden]

My toxic trait is writing to be continued at the end of a Daryl thought and then never continuing it

[littleteapotghost]

I'd like to thank myself

For my stay of execution

I'm hoping for a pardon

Or at least s strong appeal

Because these crimes that I've committed

Were attempts at a solution

To the ugliness I somehow always feel

[dragcat-zzz]

Have you ever just made a style choice and it hits you how *perfect* it is? Like it conveys the texture you want *and* gets rid of thar one part you can't draw well??

[scarlet-abyss]

source for the answers to the test i didn't study for? a smash of divine intuition, a pinch of gut instinct and a dash of sorcery and a teeny weeny bit (a lot) of bullshitting

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

[welooveskinny]

ANOTHER ONEEEEEEE SLAY

[malaveeyuu]

Dear Diary #1

I feel like shit. Last week (4/13/25), was clearance day, I had to get my paper signed by every teacher and my dumbass cheated by copying a teacher's signature, I genuinely didn't know it was an offense, a major one at that. The reason why I cheated was because I wanted to be done quickly and go home and now I was caught along with a few of my classmates who did the same and my future is at stake with a possibility of repeating my grade.

Yes, my parents know, I don't know what their reaction is since we talked via messages but the fact that I haven't talked to my mom in months and this is the news she gets is funny.

[sapphic-ovaries]

accurate representation of me trying to flirt.

Definitely

[nerdycloudland]

Newsflash: Your ‘DIY taxes’ are probably a mess.

A CPA doesn’t just file—they find hidden deductions, dodge audits, and actually explain IRS jargon.