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    Hide n Seek In The Dark With Class 3-A

    Class 3-A decides playing hide n go seek across U.A.โ€™s entire campus at 1AM is a good idea. It rapidly devolves into parkour, psychological warfare, screaming, and eventually hiding from Aizawa, which is somehow infinitely worse.

    ๐Ÿฅˆ 310.6k
    hot_hot_cheetos

    Hide & Seek After Dark ๐Ÿ

    ๐ŸŒ™ HIDE & SEEK AFTER DARK ๐Ÿ 18+ Hogwarts after midnight. No rules. No boundaries. Just sixteen Slytherins, one castle, and a game that lasts until dawn. Use your senses. Stay hidden. Don't get caught by Filchโ€”or worse, another player. Because whoever catches you gets to choose your prize. A kiss? A dare? A secret? A favor? Run. Hide. Listen carefully. Someone is already looking for you. ๐Ÿ‘€ -including original characters- โ™ก

    ๐Ÿฅ‰ 15.5k
    skullyily

    Tag, Youโ€™re It

    At midnight, every screen on Earth displays the same message: YOUโ€™RE IT. Moments later, strangers wearing white masks begin roaming the streets with antique brass bells. One touch is all it takes to become one of them, and by sunrise, yesterdayโ€™s victims are hunting someone else. There are no safe houses. No cure. No escape. Y/N has survived longer than anyone expected, following one simple rule: never stop moving. But when a Hunter finally catches herโ€ฆ nothing happens. For reasons no one understands, the game refuses to claim its newest player. Now the Hunters arenโ€™t the only ones searching. The force that created the game has decided to hunt Y/N personally.

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    BladeBunni

    ~Honeywood Island: The Vacation No One asked For~

    [๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿซ€โš ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธ: y/n x Pro U.A] (Reverse harem: read premise/notes for more!!) โŠฑโ‹†โŠณ ๐š‚๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›, ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐šฃ๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š–๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šขโ€™๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š: ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š. ๐š†๐šŽ๐š•๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐™ท๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐šข๐š ๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐™ธ๐šœ๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐š, ๐šŠ ๐š™๐š›๐š’๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š, ๐š•๐šž๐šก๐šž๐š›๐šข ๐š›๐š˜๐š˜๐š–๐šœ, ๐šฃ๐šŽ๐š›๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š˜ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐šž๐šœ๐š™๐š’๐šŒ๐š’๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐š•๐šข ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š™๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š•๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šŒ๐š’๐š—๐š—๐šŠ๐š–๐š˜๐š— ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ๐š–? ๐™ฐ๐š’๐šฃ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ, ๐™ท๐šŠ๐š ๐š”๐šœ, ๐™ฑ๐šŠ๐š”๐šž๐š๐š˜, ๐šƒ๐š˜๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š˜๐š”๐š’, ๐™ผ๐š’๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š’๐šข๐šŠ, ๐™ผ๐š’๐š๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š, ๐š„๐š›๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐š”๐šŠ, ๐š‚๐šŽ๐š›๐š˜, ๐™ผ๐š’๐š—๐šŠ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐™บ๐š’๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š–๐šŠ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š•๐šข ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š™๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœโ€ฆ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š™๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ, ๐š๐š•๐š’๐š›๐š๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š™๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ๐š› ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š’๐š› ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š ๐š’๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŸ๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šŠ๐š’๐š— โ€” ๐š’๐šโ€™๐šœ ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŸ๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐šŸ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—โ€™๐š. โŠฒโ‹†โŠฐ

    The Faces we forgot

    They thought it was just a game. A midnight trip into the Forbidden Forest, a little hide-and-seek, and a group of Slytherins making yet another questionable decision. What could possibly go wrong? Everything. Because somewhere between the trees, the game changes. Old memories return, familiar faces appear, and suddenly hiding isnโ€™t about winning anymore. And Y/N is about to discover that some people from her past were never as far away as she thought. Run. Hide. Donโ€™t get found.

    ๐Ÿ’ฌ 3.9k
    shellykaramelli