Reverie (OHSHC x M!Reader)
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Prologue Rain poured endlessly from the dark sky, each drop hitting the ground like needles against Takemichi's skin. His breathing came out weak and uneven as he laid motionless in the middle of the empty street, blood mixing with the cold rainwater beneath him. But despite the pain- He smiled. For once... he saved someone. Not too late. Not this time. The cries, the chaos, the desperate screams ringing in his ears moments ago slowly faded into silence. His heavy eyelids began to close as darkness swallowed his vision whole. "So this is... the end..." Yet before everything disappeared completely- A strange warmth wrapped around him. Then- Light. Takemichi gasped sharply, sitting upright so suddenly that his chest burned. His eyes widened in confusion as he stared around the unfamiliar room. No... Not unfamiliar. Small wooden desk. Old superhero posters. The cracked ceiling he used to count every night before sleeping. His breath hitched. "This is... my room?" But something felt wrong. Takemichi looked down at himself, his hands trembling violently. Tiny hands. A child's hands. His heartbeat stopped for a second as he rushed toward the dusty mirror beside his bed. And staring back at him... Was an eight-year-old Hanagaki Takemichi. Outside, thunder roared across the sky once more. Because somehow- He had returned to the past. Again.
seven reasons to fall | hitachiin
❝ You're just some people.❞ IN WHICH fear is both something that she cannot overcome, and something he knows like an old friend. [hitachiin kaoru]Concluída
𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖉 || 𝖙𝖇𝖍𝖐 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘
en·trance /inˈtrans,enˈtrans/ verb past tense: entranced; past participle: entranced fill (someone) with wonder and delight, holding their entire attention. -- "𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐟𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮?" -- tbhk x reader oneshots!Concluída
" ホスト " 𝙤𝙝𝙨𝙝𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨
❝ 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎, 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙄𝙉 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 ⏤͟͟͞͞☆ 𝐎𝐇𝐒𝐇𝐂 ❞ ╭ @𝙢.𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ★ ! ┆they call themselves hosts, ┆but let's be real-i'm the one ┆running the show. ┆welcome to my world, ┆where i take the lead, ┆and the oh-so-charming ┆host club? they're just ┆trying to keep up. ╰ ➤ 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing @𝕮𝙍𝙐𝙓𝙄𝙁𝙄𝙀𝘿 ❘ saint_lxcifer
5 days left • Class 1-A (✓)
de·cay (n.)the state or process of rotting or decomposition "𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵." ⋆｡˚ ❀ •°. 𝗬/𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝟱 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝟭-𝗔. gender neutral reader 08.16.21 - 06.17.21 ©Kohei Horikoshi ©-CRASHINGTHEMODEConcluída
OLD HABITS | R. SUNA
༄ؘ middle school exes to lovers college au + textfic !Concluída
Prologue Rain poured endlessly from the dark sky, each drop hitting the ground like needles against Takemichi's skin. His breathing came out weak and uneven as he laid motionless in the middle of the empty street, blood mixing with the cold rainwater beneath him. But despite the pain- He smiled. For once... he saved someone. Not too late. Not this time. The cries, the chaos, the desperate screams ringing in his ears moments ago slowly faded into silence. His heavy eyelids began to close as darkness swallowed his vision whole. "So this is... the end..." Yet before everything disappeared completely- A strange warmth wrapped around him. Then- Light. Takemichi gasped sharply, sitting upright so suddenly that his chest burned. His eyes widened in confusion as he stared around the unfamiliar room. No... Not unfamiliar. Small wooden desk. Old superhero posters. The cracked ceiling he used to count every night before sleeping. His breath hitched. "This is... my room?" But something felt wrong. Takemichi looked down at himself, his hands trembling violently. Tiny hands. A child's hands. His heartbeat stopped for a second as he rushed toward the dusty mirror beside his bed. And staring back at him... Was an eight-year-old Hanagaki Takemichi. Outside, thunder roared across the sky once more. Because somehow- He had returned to the past. Again.
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