Hi !!! Can I get one where bakugou hears a rumor where his s/o is gonna break up with him n he gets a nervous FLUFF PLS AAHH THANK U
Hello lovely! And surely you can! =) I very much hope I could write this well enough and add enough fluff and everything =) I hope you like it!
towards the dorms, his face angry and pissed off and students quickly get out
of his way when he steps into the building and takes the stairs two steps at a
time. His heart beats way too fast and he hates the fucking nervous feeling
that makes his hands feel jittery and fills him with restlessness.
As soon as
he reaches his partner’s room, he knocks and throws their door open when he
realizes it’s not locked.
going to fucking break the fuck up with me?” He half growls, half yells as soon
as he throws the door closed again, ignoring the way his hands feel sweaty and
his shoulders are tense.
looks startled, then dumbfounded and then confused. “No?” They say. “Are you?”
hell shit no!”
set down their phone and stand up; looking relieved and worried at the same
time. “Good, though why are you asking me that?”
curses and growls under his breath and moves forward to draw them into a tight
hug, pulling them off-balance for a moment and causing them to lean heavily
against him. A moment later, they hug him back.
“Not going anywhere.”
They mumble and he huffs, feeling his heart slow down and the nervous
restlessness finally seeps out of him, his shoulders relaxing.
not.” He grumbles and rests his forehead on their shoulder. “Shit fucking heck.”
them chuckle. “Love you too.”
answering, he draws back to give them a long kiss, his hands framing their
face, before he returns to hugging them tightly.
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You should totally write a fic with feverish crying Viktor! And chills!
Aahh, my first ever request! Thank you so much, anon! :D I love all of these things, so I just had to write this! This is rather short, but I hope it’s to your liking! (Set post season 1)
The ice rink is cold.
That, Victor tells himself, is the reason why he is shivering. He’s not sick. He is not running a temperature. He’s fine.
He woke up sick this morning, but he took some pills to combat the headache and low fever he had, so he should be better now. He’s well. Never been better. He’s definitely okay to be coaching Yuuri right now.
Oh, that’s right! He’s coaching Yuuri! Victor has been watching but he hasn’t really been observing, too lost in his own thoughts. He refocuses his attention to his student just in time to see him land a quad flip. He’s been improving, but there’s still work to be done.
“Two-footed, Yuuri,” Victor corrects. “Almost got it. It’s getting better,” he makes sure to add, knowing Yuuri’s tendency to get discouraged.
Speaking of getting better, Victor wishes he could say the same about his health. He hugs his arms around his body, trying to save every bit of warmth to his shaking frame. Has it always been this cold in the rink? He’s even wearing a sweater, and a long-sleeved shirt underneath that. Yuuri is flying across the ice; the wind he’s creating with his speed must surely be chilling him as well. Plus, Yuuri is even more lightly dressed. Shouldn’t he be freezing?
Victor gives a tired sigh. He leans over the boards, props his elbows up on it and rests his head on his hand. It’s cold and doesn’t help Victor’s chills at all, but his body feels too heavy to move.
“Victor?” Yuuri has stopped in front of him and is regarding him with concern. “Are you okay? You’ve been pretty quiet today…”
“Your skating is just that good! Not much to critique!” Victor tries to redirect the conversation with much forced enthusiasm as he stands up straight.
Yuuri’s skating really is amazing, but Victor knows it can be polished even further. But that won’t happen if he’s distracted looking after his sick finace. He needs Yuuri to believe him and go back to skating so Victor can try and keep warm without having to worry Yuuri with his illness.
Victor’s body betrays him and Yuuri notices him shiver. “Just a bit chilly,” Victor says quickly and dismissively.
“You’re all bundled up, and you look really cold. And tired,” Yuuri counters. “You’ve seemed a bit off since this morning. Are you coming down with something?” Yuuri asks. His hand moves to Victor’s forehead to asses the temperature.
“I can still coach you,” Victor insists, stepping back and lightly swatting the hand away before it can make contact.
“So you are sick then?”
“I never saidー”
“Then let me take your temperature.”
Victor feels tears of frustration building. He just wants to coach Yuuri and help him flourish like the beautiful flower he is. Victor shouldn’t be sick now. He’s letting Yuuri down.
“I’m freezing,” Victor says through chattering teeth.
“You have a fever. Let’s get you home.” Yuuri skates to the exit and puts on his skate guards as Victor wipes away at a few tears that managed to escape. He’s sunken onto the bench, hunched over as he tries to stop the shivers and tears. He’s unsuccessful.
Yuuri brings an arm around him and Victor leans his head on his shoulder, feeling like he could fall asleep right then and there. He closes his eyes, relishing in the warmth Yuuri’s body is providing him. Victor feels more than hears his voice mentioning something about calling a cab to take them home, then he falls asleep.
A/N: hello my dearies, another awesome request! I actually liked this request a lot and enjoyed so much writing it! I hope you guys like it as much as I did! :D
Request: louistwinslover said:Could you do an imagine where you are adopted by Remus and she start dating Draco but Remus disapproves. and then that leads to you and Remus fighting and you both says things you wish you had not. And She runs to Draco and he comforts her,little did they know Remus watched this and then saw how good Draco was for her Thank you so much!!!!!
“So, when they drink the Wolfsbane Potion it allows a werewolf to retain his or her human mind while transformed, thus freeing him or her from the worry of harming other humans or themselves” (Y/N) explained as Draco listened intently to her.
“How is it that you know so much about Werewolves?” Draco said smiling fascinated at his girlfriend.
“Um- well, I just happen to like the subject” (Y/N) said putting a strand of hair behind her ear nervously.
She had been dating Draco for a few months now. She had told him a few weeks that she was adopted since she was a baby by their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She wasn’t just about to drop the bomb on him that her father also happened to be a werewolf. There was just so much insane at a time they could share with the other one.
“Well, I happen to think that you’re just that brilliant” Draco said smiling at her and leaning down to kiss her cheek forgetting for a minute that they were in fact in her father’s class.
(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock as she froze for just a second hoping that her father hadn’t seen, that maybe he was helping Neville Longbottom with something, but no. She was busted and she knew a talk after class was coming. Dreading the moment the class was dismissed; she packed her things in her bag and was about to leave as if nothing had happened before…
“(Y/N), could I talk to you for a moment?” Bullocks.
“Um, hi dad” she said innocently once everyone was gone and Remus had closed the door.
“Don’t ‘hi dad’ me young lady” he said in a serious tone. “Would you care to explain to me why Draco Malfoy kissed your cheek in the middle of my class?”
(Y/N) let out a nervous laugh. “Uh- I don’t know, I mean he’s so weird. We were just talking about werewolves and the Wolfsbane Potion and he just kissed me! I think he’s like… obsessed with me or something” she said whispering the last part.
“(Y/N)” Remus said not buying it.
“Alright” she said sighing frustrated. She had never been able to lie to him, she should know better by now. She was actually impressed by the fact that she had been able to keep her relationship with the blonde wizard hidden from him for so long. “I uh- Draco and I have um- been dating” she muttered the last part.
Bad Reputation (Part Twelve) - Oliver Wood Imagine
A/N: hello everyone! I’m not even gonna try to apologize because you all know why this took so long so… xP sorry aahh like you all know I had THE WORST BLOCK for this chapter so I really hope it turned out ok! now, a lot of you helped me a bunch with the writers block with your amazing ideas so… keep em’ coming! xD hahahah thanks dearies now, on to chapter 12!
“Oliver, her father wasn’t the boggart” Professor Lupin’s words played once again before Snape’s voice echoed in his head. “You were.”
The words kept on floating on Oliver’s mind. They were haunting him. Oliver hadn’t moved from his place, sitting next to a still unconscious (Y/N) with her notebook still in his hands, his eyes still glued to the sleeping girl.
“Mr. Wood, I suggest you go on if you don’t want to miss dinner” Madame Pomfrey said walking in his direction.
“I’m not hungry” he replied not even turning to look up at her.
“You look almost as pale and exhausted as Miss Rosier does, staying here and starving yourself will not help her in any way” she scowled him.
“I can’t leave her” Oliver pleaded looking at the nurse.
She sighed sadly when she saw the despair in his eyes. This wasn’t like whenever one of Oliver’s teammate was hurt and he was worried about whether they could play in the next match or not. No, this was something else.
“Very well. If you insist on staying here, I will go to dinner and bring you something. Come get me if you need anything” she said walking out of the Wing and leaving the pair alone.
Oliver pulled his chair closer to (Y/N)’s bed and gently picked up her hand in his. He felt his eyes water a little and he opened his mouth but nothing came out. He had no idea what to say. He was (Y/N)’s boggart. Her worst fear, which had previously been her father, a horrible man who’d done nothing but dreadful things, was now turned into him. He felt a single tear running down his cheek.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N)” he whispered bringing her hand to his lips. “I am so sorry” he felt his heart aching more each second.
He had promised he would take care of (Y/N). He’d promise her he’d never leave her or hurt her like everyone else did. He’d vowed to be her friend, to be there for her. He swore he wouldn’t give up on her. And now, he was her boggart. He was the thing that she was most afraid of. Hours passed but everything seemed to go slow for Oliver. Madame Pomfrey came back with a plateful that she placed on the nightstand beside (Y/N)’s bed. Oliver only ate it because she threatened him that if he didn’t she’d force feed it to him herself. Oliver had no idea how long had he been sitting there and he was beginning to nod off when he felt someone shaking his shoulder.
He snapped his head up to face George Weasley looking at him. Although he only knew it was George because Fred had hurt his leg earlier that day and was currently resting in his dorm.
“Uh- hey” he said clearing his throat.
“You alright? You didn’t come to dinner” George said pulling another chair and sitting next to his friend.
“I’m fine” he said pointing at the half eaten plate on his other side.
“How is she?”
“Madame Pomfrey says she’s going to be fine” he explained.
“Hmm” George said looking at the sleeping girl. “And how are you?”
Oliver sighed looking at (Y/N) once more and shrugged his shoulders. He was exhausted. “I think I’m slowly losing my mind, George” he admitted. “This is all my fault” he muttered.
“This isn’t your fault, Oliver-“
“I was her boggart!” Oliver snapped back at him. “She had a panic attack because she tried to face a boggart and her boggart wasn’t her father anymore, it was me!” he said with venom in his voice. “I failed her” he said looking down. “She hates me now and she has every right to-“
“(Y/N) doesn’t hate you-“
“George, I know you’re trying to make me feel better but don’t lie to me” he said with an angry smile. “The things I said- I…” he said feeling a lump in his throat. “I yelled at her, I-“
“You didn’t read it, did you?” he asked looking at (Y/N)’s notebook that was underneath Oliver’s plate on the nightstand.
“What does that have to do with-?”
“(Y/N) doesn’t hate you, Oliver” George assured her. He debated whether he should tell him but he decided this wasn’t his story to tell. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t give these two a little push. “She misses you, you know?” Oliver turned around to look at him but he didn’t say anything so George carried on. “I know what you said to her were… awful things and well, you were pretty upset that you weren’t her mentor anymore and all but… you should really ask her why she did it-“
“But I did! I did ask her-“
“No, you pretty much demanded to know” George told him. “You yelled at her in front of everyone and basically told her that she was everything everyone’s ever told her she is” George said. “If you’re not going to ask her, then read the bloody notebook!”
“Why do you care so much about this, anyways?”
“Are you bloody kidding me?” George said letting out a chuckle. “The two of you have been tangoing around each other ever since you started being her mentor. Say what you want Oliver, but none of us thought you could do it, including you!”
“Do what, exactly?”
“Make her act as a human being!” George informed him.
“This is not how a normal human being acts!”
“Well, who told you that (Y/N) was a normal human being, you daft dimbo?!” George said with another laugh. “You know as well as I do that she is far from ordinary.”
“Yeah” Oliver whispered looking back at her. “I know.”
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Summary: as per request of this lovely anon!!! uvu I’ve got the idea for the plot from Zen’s Bad Ending 2 but I took it from there.
Genre: Angst and Fluff.
A/N: aahh, this has been on my inbox for too long! thank you for your patience, anon! i’m such a slowpoke lately but i am slowly answering requests. thank you so much for your kind words it makes me so happy you find my writing beautiful!! you’re beautiful too, anon! thank you for supporting my writing too! i hope you liked what i did!!
You once dreamed of a fairytale like happy ending. You would
be happy. You’d be able to marry the one you love. He would be princely. He’s
going to be your knight in shining armor. He’d protect you to the ends of the
earth. You two would fall in love. Everything’s going to be perfect.
Or at least you’ll be able to escape from your reality.
You once dreamed of a prince charming. A knight in shining
armor that would protect you just like in those children’s books you’ve been
reading since you were young. What would your prince look like? Where will he
come from? Will he really accept you despite all of your flaws? Is love as
beautiful as the ones described in stories and books?