lachremorse

cut along the dotted lines. - word count: 1036 - on this balcony, it feels as if i could even touch the sky. ‘the number you are calling is unavailable at the moment. to leave a message,—’ the call ends, and i don’t know where my patience goes. that’s really weird. after all this time, i’m starting to believe that i like waiting for everything, or more specifically, for you. it’s the only explanation i can find. or perhaps, it’s the only explanation i’m willing to accept. i wouldn’t know why i do it otherwise. i live on the forty-first floor, from so high up there’s nothin

the dust on your wings. -kageyama tobio - kageyama tobio x reader word count: 528 (drabble) - Kageyama fears that if he lets go of you, you’ll disappear. He so desperately wishes to pull you closer, bury his face into the crook of your neck and feel you there, inhale your scent, and tell himself that he will never lose you.  The last thing he would ever desire is to wake up and discover nothing had ever happened. As much as it all hurts, he doesn’t want to ever forget. Your hands are cold, he notes. Your tangled fingers breathe frost onto his, and try as he might to hold on tighter to warm them he realizes it will never work.

your name, please. -ayato kirishima - human!ayato kirishima x f!reader word count: 1359 cafe!au - Ayato’s fingers drum along the side of the counter as he waits for the girl before him to make her order. Her face is scrunched up in thought, her eyes squinting to read the menu above him. Maybe she should get glasses or something, perhaps it would speed her up to be able to read the words. He has to pinch himself to refrain from saying something rude, that would get him in a mess with his manager. “I’ll… I’ll just take a medium coffee.” His hand twitches, he’s been standing there for a good five min

on y va. -xerxes break - xerxes break x f!reader word count: 689 [endless tea party series] [vanitas no carte verse] - “Ah, shit…” Xerxes mumbles under his breath, glancing around the bustling city. He was an English man stranded in the middle of Paris, supposed to be looking out for his mistress. Sharon Rainsworth is nowhere to be found at the present moment, and with her goes not only his sworn life duty but his travel guide as well. The vampire couldn’t speak a lick of French, and on top of that the vampires roaming the streets may come to grow suspicious of him. A vampire born under the blue moon, a child of mi

[sarcastic voice] you tried. -orihara izaya - orihara izaya x f!reader word count: 1142 - “So, we keep the girl here as a hostage against that Izaya guy, right?” A nervous rookie asks his gang leader. He's clearly new to the entire gang warfare and street life thing, being the member with the cleanest clothing and unblemished skin. While chained with your hands behind your back on the floor, you smirk coyly. Despite the blood caked across your lip, you retain your sly expression. A loose strand of hair falls across your face, but you can do little except blow it out of your view. “At least as a bargaining chip. If we don't

playing favourites. -bokuto koutarou - bokuto koutarou x f!reader word count: 756 semi au, with bokuto assisting an affiliated middle school as a coach in his spare time - Unconsciously dividing themselves into groups of their respective grades, the middle schoolers whisper to and fro between each other about why their volleyball practice hasn’t started yet. Their coach, one of their gym teachers, was nowhere to be found. The net was set up, but no one really dared to pick up a ball and start haphazardly spiking it over in fear of their teacher walking in on it and getting hit in the face. No one really wanted to face that kind of wra

fate is half a mistress. -oda sakunosuke - oda sakunosuke x traitor!gn!reader word count: 1130 - (pray for the day that the lies don’t find you) (pray that the end isn’t right behind you) “(y/n)’s gone, Oda.” No. “They’re a part of Mimic.” That has to be a lie, there’s no way. He’s dreaming, this isn’t real. The heart beating in his chest is a fake, it doesn’t exist beyond his imagination. His trembling hands, they don’t actually feel so clammy and stiff. And of course, the cold gut-wrenching feeling of terror in the pit of his stomach will go away soon enough.

record. -dazai osamu - dazai osamu x f!reader word count: 2114 - stop. Chattering about, work carries on as usual in the Armed Detective Agency. Kunikida is diligently working, Ranpo is having the time of his life indulging in sweets, Atsushi is contemplating his life choices, nothing’s out of order. Except for their newest addition, a little girl with black hair dressed in a red kimono. Oh, and Dazai’s still absent. The door to the agency is unceremoniously kicked open, so hard that the wall it hits might as well have ended up dented from the amount of force. Everyone turns their head towards the intruder, though instead of

as long as it lasts, don’t let it end. -oikawa tooru - oikawa tooru x gn!reader word count: 805 sequel (sort of) to: if it must end, let it last. -oikawa tooru - Oikawa didn’t know when the people around him started comparing him to the stars and likening him to the sun. It’s not always verbal, sometimes he’ll lock gaze with someone and they’ll stare up at him like he was the brightest one in the room. To him, such a thought was terrifying. He had always been put on a pedestal, but he always wondered, did he really deserve it? He didn’t want to be at the top alone. All eyes on him, catching onto and eat

ink bleeds through my heart. -oikawa tooru - oikawa tooru x f!reader word count: 1051 theme: unsent letters - (Her pen dragged along the lines paper smoothly, bleeding into the sheets beneath. The words came out rushed, no matter how hard she tried. A messy scribble took the place of words, she didn't know how to clean it up properly.) (“What are you writing?” It was cliché, maybe, to say that he smelt like spring. Cold, yet he radiated the warmth that came with the flowering buds and the melting of the snow.) (“Nothing much.” Yet, she carved her heart out onto a letter.) - dancing with the wind is the lette