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au where msby attended hogwarts 🔮

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pretty (dumb) setters

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and! a little late, now, but here are some fresh haikyuu cards for you as well ^_^ happy valentine’s day!

[images are 4 drawings fashioned to look like simple greeting cards with pink backgrounds. they depict the following: 1. yahaba elbowing kyoutani into a wall, one hand fisted in his collar, both glaring contemptuously at each other, captioned “hey. wanna fight and make up?” / 2. atsumu ducking in order to get right up in sakusa’s face with an insouciant grin, captioned “you make me a worse person. that’s kinda hot.” / 3. tendou leaning against ushijima’s broad shoulder, tilting his head up with a broad squinty grin; ushijima gazes back down with a gentle smile, captioned “you’re a miracle to me.” / 4. hinata elbowing kageyama, as they walk past each other in their v-league jerseys, a grin on his face; kageyama looks back with a small, helpless smile. the caption reads, “you’re the one i’ve been waiting for.”]

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why is it that every golden snitch ends up flying in your exact direction huh?

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🕹️ jujutsu kaisen headers

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Red — Izuku Midoriya

Wolf!femreader x bunny!Izuku

(Introduction)

Red eyes, red cuts, red thoughts, red love

Genre: hybrid au, non-hero au, fluff, angst, aged up

Summary: Izuku feels as though he is nothing but trembling glass shards, with a meek smile to keep it all together. But when cherry eyes with a deep glow enrapture him, he wonders if redemption or death is the source. After all, should a broken rabbit ever trust a wolf?

Description: Yn (otherwise referred to as Red) is a 22 year old botany major and wolf hybrid. In celebration of recently graduating, as well as wanting to escape all of the unwanted graduation party invites and peer pressure, she decides to stay at her grandma’s cottage. Rolling meadows, wind tousled bouquets, and sweet tea in a mason jar is all that Yn expects when she arrives at the little house hidden between the mountains. What she doesn’t expect is finding a lop eared boy, with eyes of emerald and hair just as green. But he’s got a story of his own, and trauma to go with it. Yn wants to help him heal, but should a broken rabbit ever trust a wolf?

Chapter select: ONE

Like and reblog so ppl actually see this plz! Also it’s just nice :) - ray

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thinking about…

warning(s): not proofread. other than that, none.

other musings: read a haikyuu version of this and now i can’t get these out of my head,,, ALSO, i apologize if your fave isn’t in this!! truthfully, i wanted to include more characters, but i couldn’t find the inspiration + i was scared to not get their personalities down. might do a pt. 2 with some others later when my creative juices are properly flowing once more but i’m not promising anything,,,

…holding the jujutsu kaisen characters’ faces.

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈 pauses and tilts his head, though his face quickly breaks into a beam, the color of his cheeks matching his hair. if there was a puppy’s tail attached to him, it’d be wagging furiously by now. he then proceeds to nuzzle either one of your hands, loving the feel of your palms and the thumb rubbing his cheek, eyes sliding shut. they snap back open, stuck in a lovesick gaze when he feels your petals against his forehead and nose. once you’ve finished, he tackles you with a hug, burying his face in your hair. “love you,” he mumbles, tightening his hold around you, “so much.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈’s face is blank at first. it doesn’t take long for it to morph to one of suspicion, eyes narrowed— a way of asking ‘what do you think you’re doing’. your reply came in the form of a sheepish smile, explaining how you simply wanted to admire his pretty features and provide affection. one of his eyebrow quirks. not wanting to annoy him further, you’re about to pull away, only for him to cover your hands with his, face looking off to the side. it’s your turn to raise a brow. “…never told you to stop…” he mutters, barely audible, the tip of his ears burning, subconsciously leaning further into your touch.

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄 seems startled, though his widened eyes soften immediately upon spotting your familiar form. he didn’t say anything—not that you expected him to, anyways. another thing you didn’t expect, however, was for him to reciprocate the gesture, cradling your face with a tenderness one would use when holding the finest china. you brush over his eyelashes, which seemed to trigger something in him: peppering kisses all over your face as he basks in the sound of your melodious giggles.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 blinks once, then twice. his diamond cut irises gleam with pleasant surprise, mouth curling to a smirk. one of his hands reaches up, temporarily removing one of yours to place a kiss your on inner wrist, while the other makes its way around your waist, closing the distance between. “oh?” he starts, “and to what do i owe this pleasure?” his teasing tone prompts an eye roll from you. “my poor, unfortunate dumbass who’s hopelessly in love with you.” a low chuckle escapes him at your reply, and he shifts to press his forehead against yours. “really? ’s a good thing i’m hopelessly in with love you too, then.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎’s unreadable expression doesn’t waver. “can i hold your face?” the question remains unanswered for a while, and sweat is beginning to gather at the back of your neck. you begin to crumble under the weight of his gaze. “ah, um, you know what? nevermi—” “cup your palms.” did you hear that right? “wha—” he doesn’t let you finish, already seizing and positioning your hands. afterwards, he leans his head forward to perch on your awaiting hold. he lets out a tired (or is it contented?) sigh, eyes sliding shut. you could’ve sworn you felt him snuggle into them. “don’t ask.” “what?” “next time, don’t ask. you don’t need permission to do this.”

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 exhales loudly. he clicks his tongue, “this is revolting.” you pay little to no mind to his words, knowing there’s no real harm behind them. if he wants you gone, he would’ve done something, yet here he stayed, scowling at you but never making any actual effort to escape or pry you off. in fact, when you try to let go, he moves to grip your wrists faster than one can blink. “i thought you didn’t like—” “shut the fuck up.” again, his words drip with malice, but your smile never falters, especially not after the uncharacteristically gentle way he guides your hands back to his face.

©reverees. all rights reserved.

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[req] Amber L0CKSCR3ENS (•̀ᴗ•́)

♥︎ like or reblog if you save!

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modern au office worker zhongli (ft intern xiao!)

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[Alice in Borderland] Chishiya + Kuina matching icons

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Your Guardian Angel [Optional Bias]

Written by: Admin S

Word Count: 3, 240

Summary: A short walk to your classes shouldn’t have gone so wrongly, but you found yourself lucky.

A/N: I am so bad with these summary bits it’s embarrassing.

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Save Me - Seunghun

❀Angst

❀Suffering from the hanahaki disease with the unrequited love of your best friend, you’re desperate to hide the truth from him. As you think no love will come your way, you meet a pessimistic boy in your history class who doesn’t believe in soulmates, yet he believes in love. 

❀Word count: 7K

❀ A/N: pretend that jihoon and seunghun are the same age just for this fic, alright? and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEUNGHUN!! :’) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AAAHH

p.s. yes, i did write this similar to how a diary was written because there are lots of time gaps :D 

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[February 6 2019]

“Please, please believe me. I didn’t do anything with her! She’s just my friend, please.” The boy begged as tears filled his eyes. I jutted my head away and refused to hold his hands that were reaching out to me.

“No, please, just leave. I’m tired of your games and excuses.” I whispered. A tear fell down my cheek as he took cautious steps towards me. I shook with sobs as he took me into his embrace.

“I love you. And I will always love you.” 

He came closer to my face and I saw a lone tear slip from his eyes.

“Let me kiss you goodbye at least.” 

As soon as I nodded, his lips collided with mine. He tasted like chocolate and salt, our tears meshing together. He pulled away and it left me breathless; I was gasping for air like I had never tasted it before. 

His face was still abnormally close to mine as he brushed a strand of hair away. 

“Thank you.” 

He walked away from me and slammed the door shut. 

“OK CUT!” 

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Cash(less) — Minchan

❥ fluff ❥ pizza delivery guy!Minchan x reader  ❥ requested by 🍊 anon 💕

— You order pizza out of hunger and loneliness, but once it’s delivered you realize you have no cash. 

words: 1,373

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Soulmate AUs- TXT Hyung Line

note: i’m a hoe for soulmate aus and these are longer than i thought they would be.

pairing: txt member x gender neutral!reader

description: some of the most famous soulmate aus for the lovable dorks that make up tomorrow x together

maknae line

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Spiderman!Eric

genre: spiderman!au, friends-to-lovers!au (fluff) 

pairing/s: Eric / Fem reader (ft Stray Kids Felix) 

word count: 5k+

tw: mild violence like fighting yall know the drill hes spiderman 

Felix  12:33am - call me - 12:33am - srsly call me now i gotta show u smth -

You picked up the (incessantly) ringing device, wondering who it was yet already knowing who it was going to be.

Seeing Felix’s caller id show up on your phone screen, you sighed, swiping the call to answer it anyway, putting it at a rather ugly angle on your pillow since it was Felix, after all.

“Why are you video calling, did you press the wrong button again?” you murmured, lazily leaning on your pillow as you talked. Felix looked as if he was in some sort of living room, and that framed geodude puzzle hanging on the wall behind him was beginning to look just too familiar.

Almost as if hearing your thought process, the blonde haired boy turned his head, shouting a loud, “Eric! Come here, dude!” Making you shoot up quickly, a hand flying to your head from the throb you got after getting up too fast.

Angling your phone so you looked a little more presentable, your breath hitched when you saw Eric come into your view, with a small towel draped over his head.

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DDR Boy [Prologue/Chapter 1]

Pairing: (The Boyz) Juyeon x Female Reader

Genre: School au, Non idol au, Enemies to Lovers

Warnings: Curse words,

Word count: 1,007 (double o seven) [Masterlist]

Summary: Slightly embarrassed at your own staring, You turn your gaze to the wacky 80s designed carpet and begin to count how many dorito shaped doodles there are.

A/N: My first the boyz story!!! I might make this a serious; hence the prologue/ chapter 1 in the title, but if people dont like the concept then ill make one other part and call it a day. I go to an arcade almost every day and im still wishing for a cutie so i made this story lol. Hope you enjoy!~

The 4 quarters clink against the arcade machine as you place them in the tiny corner and stand next to the only DDR in your entire city.

You had just biked to your local arcade from your school, you’re usual after school activity since the 8th grade. You were a regular to the dance dance revolution game, and everyone (especially the owner who had become a friend of yours) knew that from 3 to 7 PM that was your spot, but when you arrived today, someone else was on there instead. You shrug off your school coat and lock your bike to the rack.

You walk up next to the stranger at your spot, you take in his appearance and you’re a bit shocked. He’s wearing your school uniform, the same one you are also currently wearing, but what struck you was his looks: ‘He’s cute,’ you thought to yourself, looking at his boopable nose and soft eyes.

The boy in question continues to grip onto the back bars with his hands and tap his expensive shoes against the arrows. He looks at you, searching your expression before running a hand through his dark brown hair and returning to staring at the screen. His blank expression and condensing glare abruptly  brings you back to reality.

Slightly embarrassed at your own staring, You turn your gaze to the wacky 80s designed carpet and begin to count how many dorito shaped doodles there are. You stay like that for a good minute, giving the unknown boy his time to finish the full use of his game credit but before his last song starts you remember to call dibs as is arcade courtesy. You search your small carry on backpack for your pocket of gaming quarters, finally finding it and grabbing a daily of 4.

You place them on the small space and against the blinding light of the screen, they line up against the corner and you gain your voice after being silent for so long:

“I call next game.”

“No.”

“What?” His blunt answer confuses you out of your mind and you raise your eyebrows in bewilderment.

“Are you deaf? I said no, you can’t call next because I’m going to use this machine for the rest of the day, so no.”

He says rudely as he reaches into his pocket and slides more quarters into the slots of both conjoined machines. He takes the 4 quarters you previously placed against the machine and tosses them to your feet, some hitting your track shoes,  as he concentrates on the movement of his legs to the now starting song.

Something in you boils up as you swiftly sweep up your cents from the ground, you’re even more embarrassed and frustrated than before, as he makes it clear that your feelings or wants don’t matter to him in the slightest.

His expression is a bit softer now, his eyebrows aren’t completely still and his mouth opts for a more natural pose rather than a grim thin line. His eyes never leave the display, his pupils tracking the groups of arrows that go flying down the screen, but he can tell that your cheeks are apple red and your eyebrows are down turnt .

He opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it. You’re still standing there, gripping the quarters to your chest in a daze of mixed emotions, when you’re about to leave, he utters an almost inaudible “Sorry,” but it stills sounds somewhat forced.

Now it’s your turn to glare, and glare you do. ‘I  a l w a y s come here to play ddr, every-single-day! And this asshole comes in here and act like he owns the place!! And he thinks he can fix it with a god damn sorry?! What a joke,’ you think to yourself in annoyance and anger.

In a spur of the moment, you opt to toss the quarters at him and his face angrily. It’s not a baseball throw, it certainly doesn’t harm him in the least but the action leaves him just as stunned as you were meer seconds prior. The arrows on the screen flyby without being hit and he loses his combo but he can’t seem to bring himself to move. He’s standing there, mouth slightly agape, as he watches you angrily swing on your school coat and backpack.

Your face moves up to meet his, so fast in fact that you almost give yourself soft whiplash, as you glare at him one last time, remembering his face before stomping out of the arcade.

A few minutes have passed since your reasonable outbreak and exit, Juyeon is still standing there, deep in thought. He bends to one knee to pick up your quarters, the song he had selected is long over and the menus theme plays overhead.

He finds three scattered about the plastic squares of the ddr pad but the fourth one somehow managed to wiggle it’s way to the bottom of his shoe. It’s cold and uncomfortable, but currently it isn’t even in the front of  Juyeon’s mind. He’s thinking about you, what he did and said. He feels guilty.

This was him letting out steam after he failed his midterms, after he got scolded by his family and teachers, he just wanted to focus on anything else. Taking the bus to the arcade his friend recommended him for ddr, one of his favorite games, after school was his weird way of venting his emotions.

It had never occurred to him until it hit him, literally, in the form of quarters. Not until he saw your blushed glare and the way you stomped out, that this might be your weird way of venting as well. He wishes he could go back and apologize but he doesn’t know anything about you other the fact that you go to the same school as him. Even after he takes the bus home, even after he crashes onto his bed, even after he starts staring at his ceiling, he’s still thinking about you.

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Rivalry

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• Rowoon + Reader

• Genre: Fluff

• Words: 1.8k

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Kim Seokwoo. A tall and handsome guy by all means. Beautiful smile, friendly and with great habilities both academically and physically. Humph. It all doesn’t change the fact that he’s my enemy at the courts.

Since I was little I’ve always loved volleyball. So after insisting to my mother for months, I started attending classes for it twice a week. Through time and dedication, I’ve become one of the best among the students and decided to take part on championships, so I entered the school’s official team at 13. Kim Seokwoo was part of it.

He was, and is till this day very good. I used to look admired at his serves and sets. I wouldn’t speak much to him back then, but now we speak every championship, and a lot. Why the change? Well, because he became my enemy when he left our school at 15 and started playing for another team. Besides the historic rivalry between our schools, he and I are the best players of our teams, making a rivalry be born between us as well.

I take a deep breath and tie back my hair. Today’s matches would be tough. First we would be playing against Han River High. Afterwards, against FNC High, where Seokwoo studies.

I leave the female locker room and walk to the courts. At this moment, I hear a familiar voice behind me.

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