XXShyNightmareXX

iwaizumi hajime x male! reader Cop/Police Officer AU im not a criminal, i swear ;; © toorusexual - As a child, you were always the good kid. You always did what you were told, never talked backed, and had perfect, honor roll grades. Your parents were both working in business. Your father was a lawyer, and your mother was the CEO of a large clothes company, which had always been very successful. They expected you to follow in their footsteps, they planned on handing over your mother's company to you once you had earned your college degree. You also planned on becoming successful once you grew older. Which is why you were staring bl

“[F/N]-chan, I like you.” You grit your teeth and resisted the urge to grind out ‘I told you a hundred times stop adding-chan to my name’ -- the more pressing issue was that Oikawa Tooru was confessing to you again. This had become a daily occurrence. After his first public confession a few weeks ago, declared loudly in front of the whole class as he held your hand and leaned down toward you (curse your short stature). He looked so sincere that it seemed so fake, so of course you shoved his hand away and shot him down. Yet he had begun to slip in the confession every day. At least once a day, but it was usually more

  Reese zipped up your winter coat, smiling gently for a moment before placing a hat on your head and putting the hood of the jacket over that. You pouted, looking at the Englishman behind Reese.  "Arthur...I can't move my arms..." You whimpered, looking at him innocently. "I don't like it..."  He chuckled softly, kneeling beside his brother who was trying to put mittens on you. "If you want to go out and play in the snow, you need to be bundled up so you don't catch a cold."  "But-"  "No buts." He stated, poking your nose lightly as Reese stood up. "I don't want you to get sick on my watch. We promised we would take care of you and t

  Crawling through the cold with a letter in your mouth, you tried to get to the mailbox to put your letter from Santa in. Although you've had no formal training with writing and you only learned from old newspapers in the trash.  All you ever asked for was food, shelter or a home. And every year, you got nothing. Now it was Christmas Eve and once more you hoped for at least a bit of food in your stomach.  As you ran on, you could hear children squealing at their mother's how adorable the cat was, running with a letter in its mouth. Yes, cat. Actually, you were half-human, half-cat. You've honed the skills given to you, making it able for

  Your tail twitched impatiently as you waited outside his person's housing. 'Why isn't he back by now? He's been gone for almost 2 months now...'  Iggycat, a rather handsome Scottish Fold who lived nearby your former persons left abruptly nearly 2 months ago. Every day you had come to see if he had come back but unlucky for you, not.  Right as you were about to leave, a car pulled into the driveway. When the door open, you saw the tom emerge, looking around as if he hadn't been in this area before.  "Iggycat!" You cried, quickly looking both ways before crossing to him. "Iggycat!"  He looked over surprised, rushing to your side soon

  Another gunshot from behind forced you forward as fast as you possibly should. Trees and branches hit your face, cutting your arm and catching your clothing.  Eventually, a branch caught your clothes. Unable to move, you began crying, trying to break free. The people chasing you came closer. A bullet went by your feet, making you scream and break free. Once more, you were on the run until your upper arm was shot. Squeaking, you grabbed the now bleeding wound painfully and continued.  Suddenly as you broke out of the brush, you knocked into someone and backed away painfully. The man looked kind and gentle, looking more shocked at the fre

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Darkness and light, it wavered back and forth through blurred vision as you faded from consciousness to unconsciousness. You laid helpless on the ground of a battlefield between vampires and humans. Your visage screamed "Put me out of my misery already!" Or "Resurrect me anew!" Laying in a puddle of your own blood, you turned to your side to allow the pool of blood that beckoned to choke you, pour out of your mouth. You danced on a fine thread of life and death that could break any moment. Hearing was no longer a choi

the ghost of you. | oikawa tooru x gn!reader ☆ au of sorts Your home was a cluttered mess. A cluttered mess of worn clothes and old books and used cups and empty wine bottles and useless trinkets that scattered throughout the darkness-shrouded room that is your bedroom. Many of the things in here, Oikawa recognised, as his own belongings amongst yours. He watched you silently, from his seat on the floor beside the bed. You laid on the right side — it was his side of the bed, though you lay there sometimes when you missed him. He smiled softly at the sight. "Shut up, I just wanted to sleep here tonight," he heard you mumble, re