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fredshufflepuff · 3 years

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Can you do one about young Sirius Black or young Remus Lupin please? Thank you!😊

why so serious, sirius? || s.b ✧˖*°࿐

summary: sirius is a jerk towards you, showing you how he really feels without shame. what happens when he goes too far?

a/n: i got wayyyy too carried away with this omg.

series partially inspired by @hxlyhead-harpies ‘s congratulations weasley fic <3

warnings: fem!reader, young!sirius, platonic remus!relationship, language, angst, enemies to lovers, part one to a two(three?) part series.

word count: 1,316

“good morning, my loves!” you sang, approaching the gryffindor table with a smile on your cheery face. lily and james returning the gesture as you took a seat next to them.

remus wasn’t up yet, probably still shit faced in his room while everyone else was at breakfast.

sirius on the other hand...

“why’re you always so damn loud?” the dark haired boy growled, his eyes darting to yours as he took a bite of his toast.

“why’re you always so aggressive?” you spat back, your mood immediately souring at his bitter attitude towards you and you only.

“snappy now, are we?”

you ignored his comment and grabbed a plate, not wanting him to ruin your morning. how could sirius have so much anger in him? especially it being so early.

“sirius, mate—leave the poor girl alone” a familiar voice spoke, the groups heads turning to see remus standing behind the boy with a tired grin.

a smile came to your face as you ushered for him to sit next to you, remus accepting as he plopped down next to you—immediately asking you how you slept.

sirius couldn’t help but sink back into his seat, his jaw clenched and eyes darted towards the pair as they talked about upcoming classes.

“mate, you’re staring” james whispered, nudging his stubborn friend in the side as he snapped out of his thoughts.

“i wasn’t staring” he snapped, turning to a skeptical james and a grinning lily. of course the red head girl knew what was really going on, when it came to the bickering pair lily was always there to read what was going on. “what, lily?!”

“you know what” she drawled out, her head titling to y/n as she took a sip from her pumpkin juice, “i’m not blind, sirius.”

“neither am i, i’d never stare at something as repulsive as y/l/n” he spat, his voice loud enough for you to hear. and of course you did, that’s why your heart clenched, but you didn’t give him the reaction he was pushing for.

instead, you continued your conversation with remus like nothing had happened—despite your stomach twisting as the cruel words replayed in the back of your head.

breakfast was over and you said your goodbyes to the group, everyone except sirius. there was a game later versus slytherin and everyone decided to meet up after classes.

“by the court yard, right?” you checked, lily nodding and reminding you that they’d all leave from there.

“great! see you then” you chirped, spinning on your heel and making your way down the corridor.

you heard footsteps approach you from behind, remus coming into view as he threw his arm around you. “didn’t think i wouldn’t walk you to class, did you?”

“i didn’t forget...” you trailed off, remus mumbling a ‘rubbish’ as you giggled at his response.

you’re relationship with remus was nothing but platonic, you’ve known the boy since first year—it would be impossible for you to feel anything other than friendship for him.

and he felt the same way, he saw you as a sister to him; he was your big brother in a way. he protected you from harms way and would hex anyone that talked bad about you—especially sirius. but you and him both knew the boy wouldn’t stop anytime soon with his constant teasing, so you told remus to lay off. you loved him of course for being so caring and thoughtful, but you didn’t want anything to escalate.

“potions with slughorn?” remus asked, completely forgetting what your first class was. you gave a tired sigh as you nodded in response, practically dreading to enter the room.

“have fun with that” he teased, pinching your side before opening the door for you, “i’ll see you at the courtyard.”

“thanks, rem” you smiled, ruffling the boys hair before entering the student filled room. it was loud and noisy, signaling to you that slughorn wasn’t there yet. no one would dare laugh nor talk if that dreadful man was around, he always sucked the life out of everything.

“was wondering when you’d get here” sirius said, watching you with narrow eyes as you took a spot next to him.

it’s not like you wanted to, slughorn assigned sirius to be your partner for the entire year, which also included sitting next to the irritating bastard.

“you were waiting for me?” you teased, your eyebrow cocking as he scoffed in annoyance—mumbling a quiet ‘yeah right.’

“zip it! class has begun!” slughorn announced, cutting your conversation with the boy short as he entered the room. his robe swayed back and forth dramatically as he cleanly yanked up the sleeves, his sharp eyes scanning the pairs of students.

“today we will be brewing amortentia” he drawled, walking around to his desk before crossing his arms, “does anyone know what the amortentia does?”

your hand shot up grabbing his attention, his head nodding for you to go on.

“it’s a powerful love potion sir, amortentia smells different to everyone, according to what attracts them,” you explained, slughorn’s lips turning into a thin line of approval.

“very good, y/l/n. 10 points to y/h.”

you heard sirius scoff from next to you, mumbling a ‘show off’ under his breath—but loud enough for you to hear.

“fuck off” you snapped, voice low so snape couldn’t hear as he rambled on about the potion and how to not mess it up.

you had two hours to perfect the assignment, which could be hard considering how you had sirius as your partner.

“get the cauldron and we can begin” you waved him off, his eyes rolling as he mumbled something ONCE AGAIN—under his breath.

this was going to be a long two hours.

“powdered moonstone, sirius! not moonstone powder!”

“what’s the difference?!”

“crush the pearls into dust.”

“rose thorn, sirius, not just the rose!”

“you bitch too much.”

“just shut up and grab the ashwinder egg.”

“done!” you announced, a tired smile coming to your face as you watched the potion turn into a vibrant pink color.

“is that so, y/l/n? black?” slughorn asked the two of you, his figure looming over your work area as he narrowed his eyes towards the cauldron.

“yes, sir.”

he hummed quietly to himself before ushering you to smell it, tell him what scent it gave off and write it down.

“go first, just in case it blows up” sirius said, your eyes narrowing as you shoved him to the side. you leaned over the cauldron and stared into the pink liquid, a smell of smoke and sugar filling your scent.

“odd” you mumbled, stepping back and grabbing a quill to scribble it down. “well, what did you smell?”

“none of your business, black” you snapped, his eyes darting daggers into you as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“not like i cared anyway, y/l/n” he mimicked, leaning over the cauldron himself and waiting for a smell to emit.

“pressed flowers and rain.”

“pressed flowers? that’s awfully specific” you said, rolling your eyes at his claim. who smells pressed flowers? that’s like you saying ‘dark black smoke,’ way too descriptive.

ridiculous, you thought.

“you can never not be a bitch can you?” he snapped, your stomach twisting as you glared at him.

“cut the chatter! clean up your stations” slughorn barked, the classroom going quiet as you quietly moved to get the cauldron.

man, sirius was a dick.

“amortentia?! what did you smell?” lily asked, eagerly wanting to know who you desired.

you had to desire someone, you couldn’t just be alone forever. but you made it painfully clear that you fancied no one here at hogwarts. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“smoke and sugar” you hummed, your eyes wandering around as you waited for the rest of your group to show up, “odd isn’t it? i mean, who smells like smoke and sug-”

“sirius!”

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thegryffindorprincess · 4 years

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Worthy//Draco Malfoy x Reader

A/N: Okay first, holy shit like two of my fics have like four hundred notes also there’s nearly two hundred of you here??? Cool. This is a super sad piece about Draco after the war struggling with his identity. It’s heart breaking really, but it needs to be written that this is how I see Draco’s character 80% of the time x

Set: Golden Trio Era & Post War

Word Count: 3,050

Warnings: loads- swearing, abuse, death, injuries, violence, self harm

Y/N walked down the halls of Hogwarts, brushing her bleeding fingers along the stone walls, tears bubbling in her eyes. The war was won. She knew really inside she should be feeling elated, happy- celebrating that her life would no longer be controlled by fear or hate. But images of her friends lifeless faces where already beginning to fill her head when she closed her eyes, she’d lost everything- her parents dying at the Dark Lord’s hands before the battle had even commenced, her heart was oh so heavy. Her feet dragged up the stairs of the astronomy tower as she used the back of her hand to wipe the torrents of tears that where beginning to spill from her eyes, running down her face, painting it with sadness. Y/N sobbed as she grabbed her bruised side that had been injured when she attempted to jump in front of the spell that had been aimed at Lavender Brown, before Greyback had brutally murdered her. She climbed the stairs as below her, hundreds of Hogwarts students mourned and celebrated together in bittersweet happiness. When she emerged onto the tower, she sprinted to the edge, hanging her head over the side, letting the screams that had been threatening to come out before, erupt. She yelled out into the darkness in despair, gripping onto the railings until her knuckles began to pale. When there was nothing else left to come out, bent over into herself, breathing heavily, letting her body feel what it needed to. Her sudden silence was broken by the sound of sobbing from the other side of the tower- somebody else was here. Y/N awkwardly walked towards the source of the noise, hobbling slightly because of the shooting pain coming from her ribs. There was a curtain hanging towards the right of the room, that usually hid the equipment that students used in astronomy. Y/N quietly moved the curtain to the side, shedding light into the enclosed space. Huddled in a ball, shaking violently and uttering heart-shattering sobs was Draco Malfoy. He looked up at her as she disrupted him, his eyes flittering over where she stood. His eyes where usually a piercing blue, but they had faded to grey, black rings circling them. His face was essentially white, he was usually pale, but in his current state it was if the boy had never seen the sun. And most importantly, he looked terrified to have been found. Y/N entered the small cupboard space, letting the curtain fall back behind her and she slid down onto the floor so that they were face to face, bringing her knees to her chin. They didn’t speak, Y/N simply sat near to him as he continued to sob into his jacket. When his cries began to come out weaker and more fragile, she leant into him, attempting to give him a side hug. She felt him tense beneath her touch.

“Don’t touch me.” The boy sobbed, barely meeting her eyes. Y/N pulled away immediately, shuffling away from him too.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered weakly, looking down at the floor. Draco simply huffed at her, playing nervously with his sleeves, ignoring her attempts to catch his eye. They sat together for a while, feeling the time pass, but neither spoke, the silence surprisingly comfortable. They’d never really spoken before, they were from very different families and walks of life. They shared their broken hearts however and Y/N could feel his breaking in front of her, just as hers had moments before. Struggling to think of anything to say, Y/N rummaged in her cardigan pocket for a moment before producing a small piece of scrap parchment. She removed her wand from her other pocket too, noting how Draco flinched when she moved for it. Then muttering a spell underneath her breath she wrote on the parchment, Draco watching her silently, unable to see what she was doing. When Y/N was satisfied with her work, she folded the parchment carefully before passing it to him. He took it apprehensively, watching her closely as she stood up to leave.

“Read it. I mean it.” She whispered, before walking away, letting the curtain close the gap between them as he heard her descend the stairs. Draco looked down at the scruffy piece of parchment and almost, almost tossed it to the side. Instead he unfolded it carefully, revealing her neat handwriting. He read:

This is my address. If you need to talk, send me an owl. You are not alone, Draco and there is nothing you can ever tell me that is too much. People care, don’t shut them out. YOU ARE WORTHY OF LOVE.

Y/N x

And as he read and re read her words, more tears began to fall. But this time, they were not of despair but of hope.

XXX

Draco paced his room in Malfoy Manor, breathing shallowly, tears slipping down his face. He wanted to howl in despair as he made a bolt to the bathroom. Once inside, he locked the door with his wand, making sure nobody could interrupt him. He took his shirt off in a hurry, fumbling over the buttons as he threw it to the floor. Draco looked down at his forearm, wanting to scream at the sight of the mark that was etched into his skin. He took his wand in his hand, breathing deeply, attempting to steady himself. He’d left the house today, for the first time since the trials against him and his family, going to Diagon Alley just for a change of scenery, a chance to reminisce on his innocence- not that he’d gotten a chance. Draco had been jumped by a band of particularly angry wizards, muggleborn’s whose families had been murdered by his aunt. He didn’t blame them for their insults or their attempts to tempt into a duel, no, he blamed himself. His wand hand began to shake vigorously as it lay against the mark, his dull eyes watching how it writhed underneath his skin. Draco took another deep breath before pressing the wand closer to the mark, letting it dig into his skin, making his eyes water.

“Sectumsempra.” He whispered quietly, letting the spell shoot from the tip of his wand, burning the skin on his arm. Blood began to appear as his flesh began to tear right in front of his eyes. He let it.

“Deserved.” Draco said to himself as he whispered the spell again, this time harsher leading to the skin physically bubbling. His head began to spin as it hit him how much blood was beginning to come from the wound. Shit. He attempted to fix it with his towel that was folded on top of the sink basin, but the blood soon seeped through and onto his other hand. Draco racked his brains trying to think of a spell that would make it all go back to normal, but he couldn’t, it was all too much. He held onto the edge of the bath as he staggered back, the pain over whelming, each and every one of his senses becoming blurred. As the world began to fade, he heard a screaming Narcissa blow the door apart with her wand before rushing to his side, holding onto his arm, kissing his forehead. And as Draco felt the two of them apperating away into the darkness, he suddenly heard a voice: “you are worthy of love.”

He awoke in a bed that certainly wasn’t his own. Draco stretched out his limbs and scanned the room. noticing it almost immeditely as Saint Mungo’s. His eyes shot straight away to his forearm, noticing it was still tightly wrapped in bandages.

“They couldn’t get rid of it.” Draco’s eyes shot up to meet his mothers. She was standing, pale faced and nervous at the foot of his bed, clutching her right arm with her left hand. “I’m so sorry Dray, it’s the dark magic... I-it can only fade naturally overtime.” She walked towards him resting her hand on top of his, his fingers flinching at her touch. She withdrew them straight away.

“Please, let me be.” Draco croaked, watching his mother frown at his words but comply, sending him a sympathetic smile and apparating away. Draco watched her go and pushed himself up out of his bed slowly, walking to the door of his room. He checked that the reception of his ward was empty, pulling the door closed towards him as he recoiled back into the room. Standing in the middle of the room, he closed his eyes, thinking of the address that Y/N had scribbled on the piece of parchment months before, memorizing it. He felt the room slip away and when he opened his eyes, he was in Hogsmeade, standing in front of a small bungalow. Just as Draco began to realise how truly rash his actions had been, the green door opened to reveal Y/N in her pyjama’s, slightly open mouthed. She sent Draco a weak smile, beckoning him in, moving aside so he could enter her home without their bodies touching. He felt like a fool as he wandered into her home, collapsing into one of the well-loved sofa’s in her living room, right infront of a roaring fireplace. She observed his appearance quietly, taking in his messy hair, the bags beneath his eyes that only seemed to deepen, the hospital gown that hung from his skinny frame and the bloody bandage that was wrapped around his forearm. Y/N didn’t say anything, instead got up and bustled over to the kitchen that was open to the small living room.

“Tea?” She asked gently, motioning to a kettle that sat upon the counter top. Draco nodded and Y/N placed her wand to the kettle, it instantly spouting steam and whistling slightly. He watched as she carefully placed two large, yet chipped mugs onto a small tray, followed by a pot of sugar and a jug of milk. She popped a tea bag into each of the mugs, before pouring water into them, making sure not to spill any as she did so. Then, she picked up the tray and placed it onto the coffee table that sat in the middle of the two sofa’s. Y/N sat down onto the other one, motioning at the tray. “I like to let people do their own milk and sugar, it’s always easier that way.” Draco nodded again, leaning forward to add milk and a sugar into his mug. The two sat in comfortable silence, similar to the first time they spoke on the tower in May. They drank their tea. Once finished, Y/N gave a satisfied sigh and placed her mug back onto the table. Draco followed suit a few moments later, too before pulling himself from the comfort of the sofa.

“Th-thankyou.” He whispered to her as she walked him to her door, opening it for him. He flashed what looked almost like a proper smile for a few seconds, letting her return one.

“Anytime.” Y/N said frankly. “Really.” And with that she stood back, watching Draco leave her house in a flash.

XXX

Draco began to turn up at Y/N’s at least three times a week since the first time he’d arrived- not that she complained, the company was always welcomed. It had been six months since they’d first met on the tower and she could tell that Draco was starting to understand that she wanted to help, slowly trusting her piece by piece. They were sat in her living room as always, two mugs of tea set out on the table in front of them, a splash of milk and a spoon of sugar for Draco- something she’d learnt very quickly. They’d both just set their mugs down with a satisfied sigh when Y/N turned to face him, their eyes meeting suddenly.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?” She asked softly. Draco watched how her eyes burnt with care, glancing at his arm that was still wrapped with the same bandage. He hesitated for a minute and then all at once, pulled the bandage from his forearm, revealing his now very bruised and contorted dark mark. He looked up to her eyes, tensing at the idea of them filling with shame and hatred, but to his surprise found them to be full of sympathy. And then everything began to spill out of Draco’s mouth. He told her everything. He told her all about his painfully innocent childhood, how his fathers abuse had gone from verbal to physical, the circumstances in which he was forced to take the mark that now cursed his skin, about his parents plans for him filled with arranged marriage and forced birth had Voldermort won, but as he spoke Y/N didn’t interrupt or judge or scorn, she listened. And that’s all Draco wanted. When he finished, Y/N shuffled closer to him, ensuring they didn’t touch, but so she was close enough that he could feel her presence.

“You are so brave.” She whispered. Draco shook his head furiously. “No you are. You are brave and good and kind and caring and strong and,” she paused leaning into him, “twice the man your father is.” At the last part of her sentence, Draco collapsed into her arms, something that neither of them were expecting, but a pleasant surprise none the less. Y/N pulled him into her as he clung to her neck, tears wetting her shoulder. She rubbed his shoulders gently as he heaved and sobbed. When he finished, he pulled back, shocked at his own vunerability. But he was met with her smile and that was enough. Draco left that night with a slight smile on his face and a heart that wasn’t as heavy as it once had been.

XXX

Narcissa noticed the positive changes to her son since he’d been going to see his new friend and she was determined to hide it from her husband. You see, the war changed many people positively, but not Lucius. He came home one night furious. He snapped at his wife about needing to speak to Draco before ascending the stairs and storming into his bedroom, robes billowing behind him. He pulled Draco up by his collar, pinning him roughly against the wall, his face just inches apart from his son’s, mouth twisted into a nastly snarl.

“When were you going to tell me about your relationship with that nasty little mudblood girl?” Lucius snapped, forcing Draco to look into his eyes. Draco didn’t reply, he’d learnt no to. He just tried to keep breathing as his dads grip moved to his neck, tightening. Lucius dropped him suddenly, causing him to hit his back hard on the wall, before falling to the ground. “Pathetic.” Lucius spat, using a large, booted foot to kick Draco in the stomach, before striding out of the room. Waiting for him to leave, Draco wasted no time in apparating back to Y/N’s house, this time arriving in her living room, grabbing at his stomach.

“Draco!” Y/N exclaimed, jumping at the wizards arrival but soon noticing his injury. Tears were streaming down his face, and he immediately fell into her open arms, letting her wrap him up in her scent and her warmth. “We need to get to the bathroom okay love?” She asked softly, running a hand through his hair carefully. He nodded. Y/N helped him hobble to the bathroom, sitting him down on the closed toilet seat. Draco wailed slightly as her cold hands began to remove his shirt. “Are you sure I can touch you?” She asked, hovering over the last button. Draco nodded again, but this time desperately. Y/N understood, removing his top. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the new bruise forming on his stomach and she opened the cabinet above his head, returning with an ointment. She rested on her knees as she began to smooth it over his stomach, she noticed that he hadn’t flinched this time. The bruise began to sink back into Draco’s skin, disappearing. It was then that Y/N began to notice the rest of his body. Their were deep scars from cuts all over his chest that she began to fix too, as well as deep cane marks in his back that angrily poked out slightly. She continued until his chest and back were clear. Their eyes met once more.

“Y/N...” Draco whispered, holding her arm in his hand carefully.

“I know.” She responded gently, “Don’t say it yet. You have to be sure.” Y/N packed the ointment up putting it back into the cupboard. He nodded at her words, understanding what she meant. Draco let her take him through to her room slowly. “You’re staying here tonight, I won’t let you go back there... I won’t.” She watched him clamber into bed, resting his head softly onto the pillow. Y/N turned to leave once he was comfortable, but was stopped.

“Stay with me.” Draco choked out, his face illuminated by the bedside table lamp. Y/N hesitated, not wanting to over step the mark. “Prove to me what you told me all those months ago.” She cocked her head then.

“What do you mean?” She questioned. Draco pulled the empty half of the beds duvet over towards him.

“That I’m worthy of love.” Y/N smiled then, catching his eye, before gently undressing, squishing into bed with him. “Can I say it now?” He asked, resting his chin on top of her head and their bodies tangled together. She nodded.

“I love you.” Draco said sighing. “I love you. And before you say it, I mean it, I promise. I didn’t think it was an emotion I would ever feel, but you, you taught me love, Y/N” He pulled her closer to him then, placing a kiss to her forehead. “And I don’t know what this means for our future, but I know what it means for right now.”

“What does it mean?” Draco laughed, for the first time ever since the war, and leant down so that his and Y/N’s lips were ghosting over each other.

“This.” He said gently, before their lips met, joining in a careful yet powerful kiss.

“I love you too.” Whispered Y/N, letting Draco cling to her once more. “So, so much.”

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dimigexwrites · 2 years

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Second Chances, The Setup (KakaSaku Valentines Day)

This is my take on the matchmaking section of the day one prompt @bouncyirwin. It can also be found on FF and A03.

Kakashi stared down at the paper in his hands as disbelief warred with amusement inside his chest. He read the name again to assure himself that he wasn't imagining things. "This can't be right. There must have been a mistake."

"I don't know why you signed up for that thing in the first place," Tenzo observed, scrolling through his phone with a thumb without looking up. "Honestly, a matchmaking service is about the last thing I would expect you to take part in, even if it does benefit the school."

"Technically, it benefits the Wounded Warriors project and the school," Kakashi pointed out, leveling his best friend with a stare. Then, he sighed. "And, I signed up for it because I lost another bet with Gai. He cares about the charity, so this was his twisted form of punishment."

Tenzo's gaze flicked up from his phone, and he rolled his eyes. "Why do you let him drag you into these stupid things? You act like posturing five year olds instead of department heads at a prestigious university."

Crossing the office, Tenzo snagged the paper from Kakashi's hands. His brown eyes skimmed over the name once, then his brow furrowed. He read it a second time, then burst out laughing. "They matched you with Haruno Sakura? That can't be right, can it? I mean, she's, what, twenty years younger than you?"

Warmth rose in Kakashi's cheeks at the words as anger and embarrassment heated his face. He scribbled a note on the lesson plan in front of him without looking at Tenzo. "It's more like fourteen, but yeah. I'm sure it's just an oversight."

With another chuckle, Tenzo dropped the paper onto Kakashi's desk and slung his bag over one shoulder. "I'm surprised she's taking part, to be honest. The last I heard, she was dating some hotshot Uchiha lawyer, the one everyone was talking about a couple of years ago. I was pretty sure they were engaged, actually."

Kakashi wondered why the man had kept up with Sakura, but he didn't ask. Folding the paper in half, he slid it out of the way. "Maybe she got roped into it like I did. I'll go down to the office and sort it out after my next class."

Years ago, the woman had been a student of Kakashi's. First, she'd be in an advanced placement class through her high school, then later she'd taken two Introduction to Literature classes at Konoha University. He remembered Sakura's vibrant pink hair and whip-quick wit. She'd been one of the few students who actually put effort into their assignments and offered insightful observations during discussions. She would have done well in the English department, but her interests lay in another direction. Last he heard, she'd planned to go to medical school, and that had been five or six years ago.

Shaking his head, Kakashi pushed the memory away as a worry for another time. He was sure that pairing them together for the charity Valentine's Day dinner must have been a mistake. It would be easily corrected when he went and talked to organizers. A small smile played across Tenzo's lips when Kakashi raised his gaze back to the man. "You could just go with it, you know. I mean, it's not often you get the chance to—"

"I could have plenty of chances," Kakashi interrupted, folding the notice and dropping it into the leather messenger bag on his desk along with his notes for the next class. He adjusted the buckle, then stood. "I don't need any help in that area, thank you very much."

"I'm just saying that she's an adult now," Tenzo continued, pushing open the heavy door of the office so they could leave it behind. "There's nothing wrong with going out with her, if you wanted to, I mean."

Kakashi leveled the man with a stare and shook his head. "I'm sure it would make a lovely headline. You know, just before I lost my job."

Laughing, Tenzo shook his head. "It's just dinner, nobody could fault you for that. I'm not suggesting you sleep with her."

"I have a class to get to," Kakashi interrupted, cutting the man short. "And then, I'm going to go get this sorted, end of story."

You should try living a little," Tenzo called as the pair separated in the hallway. Kakashi shook his head and continued like he hadn't heard the words.

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"I'm sorry, Hatake-sensei," the brunette behind the computer screen repeated, tapping rapidly on her keyboard. "The results have already been sent out. There's no way we can change them now."

Kakashi blew out a breath to contain his annoyance and tried again. "But, there's been a mistake with my match. This can't be the person who was intended to be matched with me."

"You aren't obligated to go to dinner with them if you don't want to," the woman continued. Soft brown eyes flashed up at Kakashi with a touch more calculation than he liked. He loosened the collar of his shirt with one finger as she smiled. "It's just a silly fundraiser, after all."

"Wrong," A growled word from the back room answered the statement before Kakashi could. A woman stepped into the office, combing her fingers through her long blond hair like it had annoyed her. Then, she tugged at her crop top, trying to make it lie smoothly over her chest. Kakashi looked away as she continued. "It isn't just a silly fundraiser. We worked hard on those matches."

"I'm sure you did." Kakashi made a placating gesture under the woman's scrutiny. She looked at him like she'd treated her hair or clothing: something she'd force back into place if he defied her. "But, I was under the impression that matches would be among faculty or students, not mixed."

Seafoam blue eyes that had to be colored contacts rolled toward the ceiling. "Well, that's your mistake, then." The girl smiled with a vindictive edge. "We were careful in our matches, but some do have a slight age gap. It was unavoidable given the pool of applicants."

"A slight age gap," Kakashi repeated. He let out a measured breath to control the surge of annoyance rushing through him. It wasn't intentional. It's nothing personal, he reminded himself, reining in the frustration.

"Leave him alone, Ino." The brunette behind the desk leveled the blond with a glare before turning back to Kakashi. "I'm sorry for the confusion, Hatake-sensei. But, if you're uncomfortable with the arrangement, you could explain over dinner, perhaps? It's already paid for, after all, and no one says it has to be romantic."

Ino crossed her arms over her chest in a gesture of annoyance. "It's Valentine's Day. It's supposed to be romantic."

"Of course," the girl nodded along with Ino's word, then shrugged. "But, this dinner doesn't have to be romantic. I'm sure your match would understand if you explain things."

Kakashi stared at the paper with Sakura's name for several heartbeats as he considered the options. Sakura had been easy to get along with in his classes, but that was hardly the same thing as sharing dinner. He sighed. "So, how does this work? Do we both agree to come to the event, and then you'll let us know? Am I supposed to ask her?"

Ino moved forward, half pushing the brunette away from the computer. Leaning down, she tapped a series of commands into the keyboard as she answered. "We send out matches, and each person confirms whether or not they're planning to attend. Most people make a good night out of it, even if they aren't happy with their partner."

The challenge in Ino's words made Kakashi chuckle; she'd given him an easy out without meaning to. He started to say that he wouldn't be attending, thank you very much, when a sound from the computer stopped him. Ino flashed a smile at Kakashi. "Sakura-chan has already confirmed that she'll be there, by the way. We're just awaiting your confirmation to send out the final details to each of you."

Something heavy dropped in Kakashi's stomach, leaving a sick feeling in the back of his throat. It would have been easy to refuse the event had Sakura done the same. But, she hadn't. The idea of turning her down now seemed cruel. Sakura accepted, even knowing their age difference and past. She'd always been logical, so she must have realized they could have a friendly dinner and nothing more.

"Fine," Kakashi agreed with a sigh. "We don't have to fall into the romance trap just because it's Valentine's Day. We can eat dinner together, then go our separate ways."

"Spoken like a true romantic," Ino mocked, rolling her eyes again. "Unless you've spoken to your match, you might not want to treat it so lightly. You might think it's a friendly dinner, but what if she thinks it's something more?"

Ino laughed, a deep, rich sound that seemed to fill the office with that. "Good luck with that."

"It'll be fine," Kakashi answered, shoving the paper with Sakura's name back into his bag. "Nothing to worry about."

Ino's amusement followed him from the office.

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Staring at the clock on the wall, Kakashi sighed. He needed to finish getting ready so he could make it to the restaurant on time, but he was debating whether or not he could pretend to be afflicted by a sudden illness to get out of the whole arrangement. It wasn't that dinner out didn't sound good, even with company fourteen years his junior, because it did. But, Kakashi was already tired of everything that had to do with Valentine's Day.

The university had been a buzz of stupid, sappy shows of affection for the majority of the day. Pink, white, and red dominated every surface in a shower of roses, teddy bears, candy, and balloons. Kakashi had forcibly removed one young man from his second lecture for trying to record some kind of confession challenge on his phone. Half of the other students had been documenting it as well, and the poor girl who was the object of the poorly thought out display of affection looked embarrassed enough to faint.

Kakashi's remaining classes hadn't gone any better. By the time he'd wrapped up his fifth and final one for the day, he wanted nothing more than a stiff drink and a good book. But, he'd signed up for and promised to attend this twice damned event. Kakashi didn't want to stand Sakura up just because he didn't want to go. Dinner would last maybe an hour or a little bit more, then he could come home and stop worrying about it.

Instead of getting dressed, Kakashi poured himself a half measure of the whiskey that he wanted. It would settle his nerves and make the night less awkward, hopefully. As he was savoring the smoky burn in his throat, Kakashi's phone pinged. Frowning, he picked it up from the bed where he'd thrown it before his shower. A text message from Tenzo flashed on the screen. You need to leave in five minutes if you're going to be on time.

Huffing out a breath, Kakashi threw the annoying device back onto the bed and finished his drink. By the time he carried the glass to the kitchen and rinsed it in the sink, he'd heard the message notification three more times. Kakashi closed his eyes and physically forced himself not to pour a second drink before moving back to the bedroom.

Have you decided what you're going to wear?

Did you remember to get flowers?

Have you left yet?

Stop ignoring me!

The fourth text scrolled across the screen, interrupting Kakashi's ability to read the others. He swiped it away in a fit of annoyance. Tenzo needed a life that revolved around something besides watching Kakash's every move. Besides, this wasn't even a real date; Kakashi didn't need a wingman or a babysitter. Even if it was, Kakashi knew how to get ready for a date without Tenzo's help. He was older and more experienced, after all.

Tossing his towel into the bathroom hamper, Kakashi returned to the closet in his bedroom. He'd been considering what he wanted to wear to the dinner since confirming that he would go. The normal dress pants and button up shirt felt a touch too casual for something like this considering the tickets had been fairly expensive. But, he assumed that most people weren't going to be wearing tuxedos either.

Kakashi settled on a middle ground and selected a white tailored suit with black shirt and tie that he'd purchased years ago. He'd bought it before the conference where he'd been a guest speaker on the influences of Edo period literature because he wanted to make a good impression. In hindsight, hardly anyone cared about the subject and fewer still cared what he looked like. Except for the woman who had propositioned him later that evening, of course.

Chuckling at the memory, Kakashi pulled the suit from the back of his closet. It would be good enough for a fake date with his former student, he supposed.

#My Writing #KakaSaku #KakaSakuVDay #Part One #Modern AU #Former Teacher/Former Student #and not currently in a teacher/student relationship #matchmaking #matchmaking gone wrong #or right depending on your perspective #They're both adults here

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sorenmarie87 · 4 years

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Cinnamon rolls and coffee

Summary: She can't get enough of your scent.

Pairing/Characters: Alpha!Charlie/Omega!Reader. Dean Winchester

Square Filled: Love At First Smell (A/B/O)

Word Count: 1,359

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Dean being himself. Oral (mentioned). Benny is the reader's best friend. Alpha!Dean being too forward. Reader's sexuality is talked about.

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo. Beta’d by the lovely @iflostreturntosteverogers and @fictionalabyss.

“Can you tell me why I agreed to meet you in what smells like the sweetest place on Earth?” Dean laughed loudly as Charlie slid into the empty side of the booth and removed her bag.

“We both know that’s not true. I mean, you have eaten a girl out before right?”

"You know I don't kiss and tell Winchester."

"That's a lie and you know it. Just the other day, you were telling me about -"

"Let me just stop you there. You really need to stop confusing reality and porn."

"You gotta stop hangin' out with Sam. I'm pretty sure he's told me the same thing." Charlie's retort died on her tongue the moment she heard your laugh from across the diner.

You were joking with a pair of older gentlemen as you took their order and explained what their side options were.

Dean looked up from his menu, and chuckled at the red head who was muttering “mine” under her breath. “Charlie?” She didn’t respond so Dean did the only thing he could think of. He snapped his fingers in her face.

“What?"

"You got a little bit of drool on the side of your mouth there. You might want to clean it up before legs for days makes her way over here…"

You had to remind yourself why you loved your job. Statler and Waldor were two of your favorite customers, but the marriage proposals were getting old. “If I wanted to marry an older gentleman, I would’ve accepted the one my parents tried arranging years ago.”

“You can’t let ‘em get to ya like that cher, they mean well.” You smiled as you handed off their order and sighed.

“It’s all in good fun, I know.”

“Hey.” You felt him grab your hand and squeeze it gently. “You’ll find ‘em, I know you will. You might’ve given up hope, but your person is out there.”

“Thanks Benny. Do you think Lizzie will trade tables with me??”

“I think she can handle Mutt and Jeff for ya.” You quietly thanked him and Lizzie when she handed you a couple of menus.

“Go get ‘em girl, they’ve been watching you all night.”

You were so distracted by the pretty red haired Alpha and her intoxicating scent that you tripped over your feet.

“I'll get you guys new menus, hold on a second.”

“Sorry for the wait. I can take your order whenever you're ready or I can come back and give you guys a few minutes to decide.” You brushed your hair out of your face and smiled.

"I think we're ready to order now sweetheart."

"Okay." You pulled the small notebook out of your apron and flipped it to a blank page. "Whenever you're ready."

“This might be a weird question, but do you guys have cinnamon rolls?”

“Diner speciality made by yours truly.” You smile widely as Charlie lays her menu down on the booth table in front of her. “They usually go super fast but I think we have one or two left. Is that what you’re going with?”

“Yeah, and a cup of coffee to go with it?” You scribbled her order down and smiled at the guy sitting across from her. “And you, sir?”

“You can call me Dean.” You giggled as Dean winked at you and looked over the menu once again. “Bacon cheeseburger and fries. Ohh and a slice of pie.”

“Today’s pie of the day is pecan, if that’s all right.”

“I love pecan pie...”

“Don’t let him fool you, this man loves any pie you could toss at him.”

“It sounds like he loves women pie the most.” You grinned at Charlie who promptly burst into laughter.

“I would never turn down a slice of sweet cherry pie.” Your face flushed again as Dean’s hand brushed against yours. “What do you think sweetheart? You think there’s a possibility of me gettin’ a taste?”

“Dean, what the hell?” Charlie growled low in her throat and you watched as Dean moved his hand away from you.

“You’re handsome Dean, don’t get me wrong, but that was probably one of the creepiest offers I’ve ever received.”

“Hypothetically, if he wasn’t a creep just now, would you have considered it?” You watched Charlie bite her lip in anticipation of your answer.

“Well, a girl needs a good dicking down every once in a while but,” You grinned and looked at Charlie dead on. “I bet you could make me scream in ways I didn’t think was possible.” With a wink, you turned and made a beeline for the kitchen.

"I'm pretty sure your face is the same color as those crawfish we sent out to your favorite old men."

"Why am I allowed to speak? Seriously, Benny - who said 'Oh, all you have to do is talk to the pretty girl that may or may not be your alpha. She'll get a laugh out of you offering yourself up like a full course meal.' What is wrong with me?"

"Ain't nothin' wrong with ya." Benny chuckled as he placed two patties on the grill.

“Feels like it.” You muttered as you plated up the last remaining cinnamon roll. “She’s lucky, this is the last one…”

“How big of a servin’ platter would we need?” Benny snickered as he flipped over the burgers. “I mean, you are just one big cinnamon roll.”

“I’ll show you what this cinnamon roll can do.” You threw your pen at him and Benny laughed harder.

"What's got you all worked up sug?" You jumped as Lizzie placed her hand on your shoulder and you sighed.

"You know that pretty red head that's sitting with ole green eyes out there? That might be Y/N's Alpha and she basically told her she could have Y/N anyway she wanted…"

"I thought you liked guys Y/N?"

"Lizzie, gender has never mattered to me. I like people for who they are." You pulled a clean coffee cup down from the shelf and filled it up. "I also know that I'd love to get to know her before she, ya know… eats me out like a woman starved. Why did I even say that?"

"Yeah, you’re not usually that bold.”

“Benny, how much longer on that burger and fries?”

“I see what you’re trying to do, but this ain’t goin’ away just like that okay? Talk to this girl, get to know her and then see how ya feel. Don’t give up before ya start, you hear me?”

"Yeah, I hear ya."

"Good. Now, go get your tray and take this order out.”

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"Did you order a cinnamon roll because that waitress reminds you of one and you want to devour her or was there another reason?"

“She smells exactly like a cinnamon roll with hints of maple bacon and coffee.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I can’t get her scent out of my head Dean. I know I barely know her, but I love her..” Charlie groaned and placed her head on the table.

“What are you, a Disney princess meeting her one true love for the first time?"

“YES. no. I don't know. Maybe. Shut up."

"I just feel like you're going ass backwards into this. You fell in love with her at first smell, doesn't that feel weird?"

"I don’t know."

The conversation was dropped as soon as you came back to their table. You smiled as you handed off their order and told them that if they needed anything else, you’d be around.

"I don't know what you did to impress those Alphas, but damn if that's the result every time, I'm keepin' my table next time." You had no idea what she was talking about until she pressed a piece of paper into your hand. There was a small wad of cash in the middle of it, but you pocketed that and unfolded the note.

Y/N, I'm sorry for coming on too strong. Besides the huge ass tip (Charlie's idea), I wanted to give you something to show you that I am truly sorry. Don't lose this, but also don't hurt my sister. - Dean

Forever Tags - @lovetusk @coffee-obsessed-writer @artemisthebadger@littlehotmess26 @mirajanefairytailmage @kazosa @wings-of-a-raven @docharleythegeekqueen @clockworkmorningglory @lefthologramdeer @ellen-reincarnated1967 @holyfuckloueh @buckyscrystalqueen @ilovetaquitosmmmm @n3rdybird @super-fan-of-all-things @disneymarina @sandlee44 @babykalika2001 @mrswhozeewhatsis @fangirlxwritesx67 @mariekoukie6661

#spnabobingo #Love at first smell #Charlie Bradbury x F!Reader #Charlie Bradbury x Reader #Charlie x F!Reader #Charlie x Reader #Alpha!Charlie/Omega!Reader

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ursidanger · 8 months

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Recent sketch of their body types + Whitney's fur markings

#ocs #salmon road #joan #whitney #sugs scribbles #sketchbook #I was going to include this in an ask but the ask disappeared from my drafts somehow...#So I will post the drawing anyway #Thank you anon who showed interest in my characters I did see your ask and I appreciate

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rebelw1thacause · 3 years

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@distoretion: “Okay, that’s enough writing, time for bed.” Dis says gently, putting her hand on top of Jasmine’s to get her to stop scribbling.

“Hold on, sug, just one more sentence,” she told Dis.

It was rare that Jasmine could get into the zone like this but, when she did, she had to embrace it before it was gone.

“Okay, done,” she said with a yawn.

#i won't be silenced [reply]#i want to make a difference (ic)#distoretion

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iliyovunjika · 5 years

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If you ever feel bad about --

Your writing: Please know that no one ever starts off as some immaculate author and that authors struggle every day with writers block and other creativity blocking things. Writing at your own pace is never a bad thing, writing to have fun is never a bad thing, writing because you feel obligated and pressure yourself into continuing doing something that you no longer like though? That is bad for you and you should always take a step back and ask yourself “am I still having fun with this thread?” If you’re not, its okay to drop it. Trust me, I get the anxiety of never wanting to say “hey can we drop this thread” because you feel like maybe they won’t wanna write with you again if you do or something of the like but trust me on the fact that they will be perfectly fine with it too. You can have a thousand and one threads, never complete any of them, continue them months later or drop them all together! Write at your own pace and enjoy yourself. Writing is not an obligation! Your partners will definitely understand you taking breaks for yourself, dropping threads for yourself or otherwise just going at your own pace. Why? Because hopefully they’re doing the same for their own benefit and enjoyment as well!

Your portrayal is yours. Your words are yours. I know sometimes it may feel like you’re not doing your best and that’s okay! No one’s always on top of their game, take a step back and breathe because you’re doing wonderfully and I am so proud of you! Whether you’re an Rp bagel or you’re writing fanfiction or if you’re working on your own novel-- you are amazing and I am proud of you and you deserve to enjoy your work so always prioritize yourself.

Your Art: Sug, everything is made up of lines. Everything in this world, in your life, in everything there exists lines! Look at whatever’s closest to you and see that its made up of connected, curved, pointed lines that work together to create something as a whole. Everything starts off as a design, as a scribble on paper that either becomes something or is put into a projects pile. Whether it becomes the laptop you work on or the art upon a poster, a WIP that you might finish one day or a concept-- it all starts off with lines. Look at your own hand, that hand that creates, its made up of lines too! Lines that frame to make your fingers, curve to create your nails, wrinkle your knuckles and form the muscle and tissue beneath your skin. You should always always believe in yourself because you are art in motion yourself.

Everyone improves, everyone works towards bettering their skills, their trade! Don’t compare yourself to others as much as it is tempting to do so! Your art is yours and you should be proud of how far you’ve come from that cute little kid that would colour all over the walls and brighten the paint with crayons and markers. You are amazing and I’m proud of you. Never give up your artwork because you feel it isn’t enough or if you feel that you’re not improving quickly. Breathe, create, remember that the universe bore you a creative soul for a reason and have fun with it. Paint outside the lines, splash your paper with watercolours at random, colour on yourself with safe markers, do your makeup like your eyes are covered in stars! Create because you love it!

You are a phenomenal creature composed of stardust and wonder and I am so very very proud of you!! So breathe your nebulae and take your time, create at your own pace and take care of yourselves because you are so so loved. ❤

#Psa;#Important Things ;;#Q|ᵘᵉᵘᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ᵠᵘᵃˢᵃʳ | ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵒʷ ᵇʳᶤˡˡᶤᵃᶰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᶤᶰᵉ ;;

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