Multifandom One-shots

87. Spark at The Gala, part 2 - Diane x autistic male reader (The Bad Guys)

WOW! You look absolutely stunning today! Have you done something different? Have you cut your hair or gotten new clothes? Anything at all? No?! I have to add that you look even better than usual, which I didn't think was possible. I want to say thanks to all of you amazing people. I really appreciate all of you.

As you can see, this is part two of another one-shot I made. As with the first part, this was requested by GabeOwen6. I truly hope you like this, but if not, it is entirely okay! I want it to be perfect in your eyes, as you requested this one-shot. So, if there is anything you want me to adjust, simply say it, and it will be done. Thank you very much for your ongoing support! And that is for all of you.

I hope you guys like this chapter, and if there is someone else or the same who wants to request something, I will do my best to fulfill them. I love you all so much, and I hope you have an amazing day or night. <3

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As the night of the gala gradually waned, the city lights cast a gentle glow, enveloping Diane Foxington and Y/N in an aura of quiet intimacy. Though the event was coming to an end, for them, it seemed to be the beginning of something extraordinary. Their exchange of numbers had ignited a spark that had flourished into a flame during hours of conversation and laughter, weaving a tapestry of connection neither could have foreseen.

In the ensuing months, time unfurled like the pages of a cherished novel, each chapter deepening the bond between Y/N and Diane into a profound narrative of companionship. For Y/N, the foundation of this bond had been laid early on. Diane's approach at the gala had felt like the discovery of a missing puzzle piece, finally slotting into place with a sense of inevitability.

Every encounter with Diane was a revelation, like turning the pages of a captivating novel, each day unveiling new layers of her boundless compassion, profound intelligence, and effortless grace.

For Diane, each moment spent with Y/N became a sanctuary, a source of solace and delight. His sincerity, kindness, and the unique prism through which he viewed life were akin to a refreshing breeze in the stifling mundanity of her existence.

Their interactions were woven with a delicate balance of shared laughter and whispered confidence. Emphasized by stolen glances and subtle touches that spoke volumes, even in their silence.

In the quiet corners of bustling cafes or amidst the serenity of moonlit strolls, they found a space where time seemed to stand still, allowing them to explore the depths of their connection without constraint.

As their relationship blossomed, they navigated the intricacies of their emotions with a tenderness that belied the intensity of their feelings. In each other's presence, they found a refuge from the chaos of the world, a sanctuary where they could lay bare their vulnerabilities without fear of judgment, knowing that they were cherished and understood.

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Y/N stood outside the quaint café, its charm a familiar comfort to him now, thanks to Diane's introduction. The anticipation pulsed through him, his heart quickening its beat and his palms growing damp with nerves. Though Diane had invited him for coffee, his mind couldn't help but entertain doubts. What if he had misread her text? What if he had mistaken the location?

Glancing once more at his phone, he double-checked the time and address, the numbers blurring momentarily under his anxious scrutiny. Yet, even as he started to pocket his phone, doubt crept in again. What if his mind had played tricks on him, skewing the message to fit his desires?

Inhaling deeply, he attempted to quell the rising tide of nerves that threatened to overwhelm him. His gaze swept across the bustling cityscape, the sounds and sights adding to his jittery state. Anxiety prickled through him, a swarm of butterflies fluttering beneath his skin, leaving an unsettling itch in their wake.