"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, Elle," he whispered, his face slowly coming down to mine. My heartbeat picked up, even more than it already had. Soon, our breaths were mingling. If I moved even a couple centimeters, his lips would be on mine. [Fred Weasley] [Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Harry Potter, only the characters you do not recognize. Nor am I trying to profit from it, I just needed a way to let out all of my love for the infamous Fred Weasley.]

"I'm feeling so impossible right now." "But I am the impossible, love." "Or maybe you're just someone who's immensely bored in Transfig that you reply to random desk vandalizing." Florence Price: Ravenclaw, punctual, bright. Straight grades with two brilliant friends who she treasures dearly. As she comes across a not so pleasant day, one sentence scratched on wooden desk leads to a whole conversation with an unknown person. Fred Weasley: Gryffindor, wild, creative. Extraordinary prankster with an equally brilliant twin brother. As he comes across a not so out of the ordinary day, one reply to a vandalized desk leads to a strange friendship with a mystery person. ::unedited:: please excuse typos and spelling errors, I write all my chapters either hastily or when I'm half asleep Highest Rank: #177 in fanfiction, as of 9/18

Grace Kellner is a small Ravenclaw who's always seen carrying a certain journal. Most people assume it's a diary, but she knows it's not. It's a book full of ideas. Ideas that seem impossible. Fred and George Weasley become interested in the book when Grace's friend Reese let's something slip. "Diary? Oh Merlin no! She's always flipping pages, always adding something, and it's very protected. If it was a diary there'd be no need to protect it, her life isn't very interesting. Probably planning the greatest prank ever." Now the twins want to know what Grace is planning, and they'll do anything to find out. -Art on cover belongs to Charlie Bowater- -Harry Potter characters and universe belong to J.K Rowling-

"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen." ― Elisabeth Kübler-Ross Starts in Prisoner of Azkaban (Not edited) *Cover made by @charcoalate, Check out her work if you're in need of a cover!*

"𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞?" "𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨, 𝐲/𝐧. 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭." 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. I now realize this story is less of an xreader and more of an oc named y/n. I apologize, this was my first ever xreader so I didn't really know what I was doing. *intentionally lowercased* *tommyinnit is only uncomfortable with fanfics that contain smut/nsfw. i will not be putting any smut or nsfw into this fanfic* (ps the beginning is probably really cringy in quality, and i'm slowly working on revisions :)) 100k on Dec 1, 2020 <3 200k on Jan 11, 2021 <3 300k on Feb 4, 2021 <3 400k on Feb 23, 2021 <3 500k on Mar 14, 2021 <3 600k on Apr 7, 2021 <3 700k on May 9, 2021 <3 800k on Jun 14, 2021 <3 900k on Jul 22, 2021 <3 1 million. Sep. 1, 2021❤️ started: september 29, 2020 finished: february 18, 2021 :p revisions started: june 8, 2021

Started: 3/3/21 Finished: 3/27/21 - - - "The largest of buildings and brightest of lights yet I can only focus on you." Atsumu's always loved the city. Kiyoomi came to learn that about him in his high school years. Though it seems after they part for five years, he doesn't forget. Being part of the lgbtq+ community isn't so common in Atsumu's high school years. So the ever-deepening love he feels for Itachiyama's hot spiker tears him apart. - - - fluff, smut, light angst foul language

You are coach Ukai's little sister: (L/n) Ukai (Y/n), and you have just moved to Tokyo with your father, leaving your brother and your last high school Karasuno High behind. However, as you wander around your new neighborhood streets some memories from your childhood start running through your mind. Being one of them a specific dark bed-haired boy that used to be your best friend when you were little kids. That was until one day you stopped going to Tokyo and lost contact. Will fate make you meet with him again? Will he remember you? Do you want Kuroo to remember you? Will he hate you? So many questions... Read to find out!

In Sugawara's point of view, only five things matter; Volleyball, his teammates, his family, formalities, and of course: You. ♥ [warning: high dosage of fluff coming ahead!! :'3] [part 3 of 'bol is loif' series] • Sugawara Kōshi x Reader • • completed + edited •

Compared to Kiyoko I am just a little kid who has an intimidating grandfather. I'm so plain compared to her. A girl with an average, forgettable look. Kiyoko's beauty is simple. It has elegance to it. She doesn't let it go to her head too. Parts of me have always been insecure. Gramps and Keishin-nii always called me pretty but they had too, they're my family. I'm just average. Every once in a while I just start comparing myself to everyone around me and it sucks. It's not like I'm angry at Kiyoko - I actually have gotten to be good friends with her, it's just that I know I could never measure up. Tanaka has his heart set on her. Who can blame him? Haikyuu does not belong to me only the plot and Y/n.

"Why do you chase love that runs from you? You spend your days waisting away in the dying light. The right soul will invite you in. Don't settle for unrequited love. There's nothing romantic about being uninvited " she said. I looked at her " there's no one who'd let me in "