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So I’m rewatching Durarara because I’m currently working on a Shizaya fic and some of the shit Izaya says has me writing down proof that this dude is gay as fuck. Even if nothing is explicitly said in cannon, he is 100% queer coded. If anyone wants to see my receipts, I’m writing them down in my notes app as I keep watching the series 😂
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kasururigoth · 13 days
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durarara fans just LOOOOOOVE seeing either shizuo or izaya get kidnapped in fanfiction... So called 'free thinkers'
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happyandticklish · 5 months
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You Make It Hard to Breathe
Notes: The fandom has collectively decided that Izaya can't swim, and I've decided to run with it~
Summary: Izaya can't swim and Shizuo takes it upon himself to teach him how.
The sun beat down on him, a never-ending heat that was slowly but surely chipping away at Izaya’s psyche. He drew an arm over his face to try to block out the harshness of its rays, but light flickered in regardless making him squint. He was sweating. Sweating. Izaya Orihara did many things, but he did not sweat.
He flinched as a splash of water landed on his feet, drawing them back on his chair with disdain. “Do you mind?”
“That’s a lame move, you know,” the other man informed him at the edge of the lake. He had his arms propped up on the deck, kicking idly to keep himself afloat as he fixed Izaya with a grumbling stare. “You were the one who wanted to come here in the first place.”
“I enjoy the scenic view,” Izaya said idly. He had given up on fully blocking out the sun and chose to sit up instead, adjusting his towel underneath him. He should have brought sunglasses but it had been dark out when they left for the trip and he hadn’t thought to plan accordingly. It was unlike him, but the comfortability of packing in the morning with a sleepy Shizuo at his side had distracted him. The thought stirred a sense of prickling unease in him. It was only sunglasses, but it felt far too much like being off his guard. “Why would I want to splash around in disgusting mud water? It figures a beast such as yourself would enjoy these grotesque pleasures, of course.”
He flashed Shizuo a simpering smile, delighting in the glare it was received with. He turned back to his book, a collection of Russian poetry he had nabbed off of one of his rarer clients while they had been visiting the city. The page he had marked detailed out a short piece about the futility of life and the dread that came along with it. Cliché. Basic. Overdone. But the language was beautiful and there was nothing to say that Izaya couldn’t enjoy a more rudimentary read.
He was on vacation after all. The point was to relax.
Izaya wasn’t sure what had prompted the idea. Maybe it had been Shizuo’s insistence on clinging to him like a leech while he was trying to work, clearly bored out of his mind. Maybe it had been the overcast skies that sent a sense of gloom reigning over the massive apartment. Maybe he had simply wanted a change.
Shizuo hadn’t protested when he suggested the idea of a holiday vacation, merely raised a brow and scoffed in typical Shizuo fashion—that was his version of enthusiastic support. He hadn’t missed the glimmer in Shizuo’s eyes when they’d arrived at their outrageously small cabin, though. Izaya had to bite back a smile himself at how easily entertained he was. He didn’t allow himself to think that it was because the childlike fascination was cute, but Shizuo had figured it out if the sudden flush and averted gaze then had been any indication.
Now, he was finding that fascination annoying as several droplets of water landed on the top margins of his page. He sighed, tilting his chin down to meet Shizuo’s stare.
“Can I help you?”
“Get in with me.”
“And obtain the hundreds of diseases contained within that filth? I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”
Shizuo frowned. For a moment, it seemed as though Izaya had dissuaded him, but in the next, Shizuo was gripping the edges of the boardwalk and pulling himself up in one fluid, wet motion. The water lurched at the displacement and Izaya drew back in his chair as it ran up against the wooden platform.
He yelped when Shizuo approached him, scrambling out of his chair to escape the dripping mess before him. “No, absolutely not, you are soaking wet. At least dry off first.” He snatched up the towel on the chair and shoved it into Shizuo’s chest, but the other ignored it, instead reaching out to wrestle his book away. Izaya put up a valiant defense but Shizuo was stronger than him and far less concerned about potentially ripping the pages than the former.
Finally, Shizuo emerged victor, clutching the book victoriously over Izaya’s head. “Who comes to a lake house to read, anyway? You can do that back home anytime.”
He tossed the book over on the remaining towels in the grass and Izaya winced. It did look mostly unharmed. Maybe a little wet, which he held every intention of complaining about later. Now, however, he was focused on survival as Shizuo—with zero warning he might add—scooped an arm under his legs, catching him off guard as he swept him into his arms.
He convinced himself that the racing of his heart was due to panic and nothing else.
“Shizuo,” Izaya said firmly as the other led him towards the lake. He tried to keep the edging panic out of his voice but the ebbing waves below them was making it hard to focus. “Shizuo, if you don’t put me down right now—”
“Than you might risk actually having fun for once?”
Shizuo was smirking, clearly not understanding the dire stakes they were facing. They were at the edge of the boardwalk now and Izaya yelped when Shizuo started to drop him, desperately clinging onto his neck.
Shizuo paused at that. “Everything alright, flea? You seem…” he struggled for the right word. “Unusually uncomposed.”
“If you had bothered to ask that earlier you might have realized that sooner,” Izaya hissed, hating how the combination of sweat and water on Shizuo’s back was making it difficult to get a firm grip. “I’m fine, I just don’t like the water, so if you could just—don’t!”
Shizuo’s hold had slackened once more experimentally. They both waited in the aftermath of the noise that could only be described as a shriek of terror.
“Izaya…” Shizuo started slowly. “Do you not know how to swim?”
Heat flashed across Izaya’s face. “Of course I know how to swim.”
“So, if I dropped you in right now—”
“Shizuo—”
“I will if you don’t tell me the truth.”
Izaya was silent for a long while. He wasn’t used to being on the other side of blackmail and he was not finding it to his liking. Shizuo’s stare was relentless, however, and the water rose in his vision in terrifying swells as it rode waves along the lake. He averted his gaze in what he hoped was nonchalance. “I just didn’t find it to be a necessary skill, is all. The whole concept of swimming is a ridiculous death wish anyway. Wading around in something that can kill you isn’t high up on my bucket list.”
Shizuo scoffed, rolling his eyes at the dramatics. Of course he wouldn’t be worried about something like this. Izaya had never met someone so unconcerned with their own safety. It would have been worrying if he hadn’t seen him survive all that he had—most of it inflicted by Izaya himself.
He ignored that particular twinge of guilt in favor of panic as Shizuo took a few steps back and then jumped into the shimmering water, Izaya still clutched in his arms.
The first thing he noticed was how cold it was. A freezing cold too, that shocked Izaya’s system as it tried to process the sudden temperature change. The second thing he noticed was how he was not able to breathe. He quickly slammed his mouth shut, trying to ignore the burning feeling at the back of his throat from all the water he had accidentally inhaled while shrieking. He kept his arms latched in a death grip around Shizuo’s throat as the latter’s worked to push their collective way to surface.
When they finally breached air all of five seconds later, Izaya gasped for much-needed breath, spluttering over the water clogging his throat. He was vaguely aware of Shizuo laughing in the background and he made a mental note to be offended by that once he was out of this freezing, over glorified bath.
“What was that for?” Izaya demanded indignantly once he could safely speak without coughing up saltwater.
“To show you that a simple thing like swimming isn’t going to kill you.” Shizuo raised a brow. “We’re not drowning, are we?”
They weren’t drowning, oddly enough. Through the reflections in the water, Izaya could see Shizuo’s legs idly kicking and keeping them afloat. One of his arms was preforming the same, lazy strokes as well, while the other curved protectively around Izaya’s waist. In theory, they were safe. This did not stop Izaya’s nails digging into Shizuo’s back from how tightly he was holding on, however. Shizuo barely seemed to notice.
“Shizuo,” Izaya said, forcing a casual, but firm tone of voice. “Put me back on the docks.”
“Not yet.”
“Not—?!”
“I want to show you that it’s fine. You’re going to have to learn to swim eventually, now is as good a time as any.”
Even as he said it, he kicked them a little closer to the shore, allowing Izaya to quickly reach out and grab onto one of the dock’s legs for safety. Evidently, he still had some humanity left in him.
“There, now you see—Izaya!”
It was a risky move and ultimately not worth it as Shizuo’s hand squeezed where it held on his waist, forcing an uncharacteristically panicked squawk out of Izaya.
The two froze for a moment, wading literally and figuratively in the aftermath of the unexpected sound. Then, Shizuo squeezed again. To his credit, Izaya merely let out a grunt this time, but it was too late—the damage had already been done.
“Swimming is an important skill,” Shizuo said, his voice coming out in a slow drawl that set Izaya’s nerves on edge. “You have enemies everywhere, flea, you really want them finding out that all it takes to take you down is a swimming pool and a lack of floaties?”
“I’ve survived this long.” Izaya hadn’t let go of the dock yet, torn between two insistent voices of instinct, one telling him to hold on for dear life and the other screaming at him that Shizuo’s hand was still wrapped around his waist—his stupidly sensitive waist.
“Luck. Luck that could fade.” Shizuo pressed his face into the crook of Izaya’s neck and the informant tensed, trying not to think about hot breath and teeth grazing his skin. “Let me teach you to swim or I’m going to tickle you until you’re suffocating from much worse methods than drowning.”
Izaya’s throat was dry. It was an impossible scenario. Being a pupil to someone like Shizuo in a scenario where failing could mean his imminent death was not his idea of a good time. On the other hand, the softness of Shizuo’s lips on his neck combined with the drumming fingers at his waist was frazzling his nerves with a giddy anticipation. The water seemed to make everything more sensitive too, his body already shivery and tense from the cold. Plus, tickling meant squirming, squirming meant Shizuo losing his grip, which meant Izaya sinking to the bottom of the lake and having his corpse nibbled on by some long-lost beast looking for a nice dinner.
He should never have suggested a lake house.
“Shizuo—”
Fingers, wiggling, scratching, spidering over his waist. His hand snapped back like a slingshot from the deck, moving to wrap around Shizuo’s neck instead. Fluttery giggles were escaping, and shit, he was breaking too fast, he normally had more resistance than this, the helplessness of this situation was not helping matters—
“Have you made a decision? You seem a bit antsy there, ‘Zaya.”
Izaya merely shook his head, burying his own face in Shizuo’s neck. He wanted to rip his hand away, but he didn’t want to disrupt Shizuo’s concentration on keeping them afloat.
On the other hand, it really, really tickled.
A kiss, then a bite into the crook of his neck, soft little grazes of teeth that made Izaya practically whimper as he attempted to scrunch up his shoulders. Shizuo’s fingers squeezed once more before crawling up and circling around his ribs, so close to the undersides of his arms that Izaya was going more than a little mad. He cursed himself for not wearing a shirt today even though he had held no ideations towards swimming when they had arrived. Still, the shirt he had brought had been stifling in the heat, and he had figured it couldn’t hurt. Now, he would have much preferred the heat.
Shizuo’s thumb dug into the divot of skin right above his top rib. Izaya yelped, unable to help the sudden burst of frantic thrashing the action caused. “We’re going to d-drown you ohoaf! Shit!”
“We’re fine, I’ve got you. Of course, if you knew how to swim, I would never be able to pull this move on you again.”
Izaya whacked a hand into his back at the comment, hard enough that anyone else might have released him. Shizuo barely seemed to notice, responding only with quick, scrambling fingers under his arms. Izaya’s face was a bright shade of red that spread quickly and obviously down his neck and onto his shoulders. He needed to stop the stream of breathless giggles that he couldn’t seem to get control over, but it was hard when each twitch of Shizuo’s fingers sent prickles of goosebumps sprawling over his skin (something he would later blame on the cold of the water when Shizuo pointed it out).
For a while, they stayed like that. Shizuo’s fingers, mouth, teeth, and tongue all working to send Izaya into a flustered, gasping, whining mess of laughter as he struggled to stay afloat. And yes, perhaps there was some part of Izaya that was enjoying how securely Shizuo was holding him, his strong arm tensed and confident around Izaya’s back, or how the thrill of laughter almost made him forget about swimming and water and all the diseases he had most likely accidentally swallowed when they first jumped into the water. Maybe. Maybe he could admit that, privately, to himself, later on when he was safe in bed and thinking back on the day. But for right now, his only goal was survival, which meant Shizuo stopping as soon as possible.
Eventually, it was Izaya’s own sensitivity that saved him. Shizuo’s arm had shifted so that his arm served as a seat (a much safer position with how much Izaya was moving around), and his fingers had experimentally found their way to his lower thigh where, fastening on in a tight grip, they squeezed and Izaya nearly jumped out of his skin with a screech of laughter. Instinct kicked in faster than strategy did, and Izaya’s knee jerked up into Shizuo’s chin, temporarily forcing him to let go.
Izaya had only a second to rejoice that Shizuo’s hands were no longer tickling him before realizing that this meant that Shizuo’s hands were no longer holding him either. Luckily, he was only underwater for a couple seconds. In a desperate flail, he managed to slam his foot into Shizuo’s chest, propelling him towards the docks—a move that only worked as Shizuo had mercifully remained within reach. He quickly grabbed onto the dock, pulling himself back to safety as he spluttered and coughed, trying to hack up the water he had accidentally inhaled in his momentary plunge.
Shizuo was laughing. Izaya had almost died and Shizuo was laughing. He rubbed the spot Izaya’s foot had landed with a hum of approval. “Nice reflexes.”
Izaya had thankfully managed to pull himself back on shore, where he retreated back to the safety of his chair, fumbling for his towel. “You almost killed me,” he hissed. There wasn’t any real venom in his voice though. It was more embarrassment than anything else.
Shizuo raised a brow at the claim. He remained in the water, perfectly content to tread the watery death trap. “I’ve done far worse without you so much as flinching. Besides, it’s not like you mind the tickling. Or have you forgotten that I know about that?”
Izaya pointedly did not look at him as he retrieved his towel, wrapping it around his shoulders. “I did not enjoy almost drowning because of it.” Not a confirmation or a denial, if the court played the sentence back.
He did not so much see as felt the eye roll from behind him. “Dramatic.”
“Brute.”
“Princess.”
Izaya sent him a withering stare. That particular insult (perhaps compliment, but Izaya refused to take it as such) was a new one, and one that Izaya was quickly finding not to his liking. He snatched his book up, settling back into his chair. Still in an okay condition, and the cool air had dried any bits of the pages that had gotten wet. He held the book up like a shield for his face as he noticeably did not respond.
Shizuo held up his arms in an expression of surrender, though the grin of amusement was still present on his face before he dove back under the water. As Izaya flipped a page in the novel, he hid his own smile, though his had a more affectionate value to it, despite the irritation.
Next summer, he decided, he would teach himself how to swim.
Shizuo would not be invited.
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animekpopsimp · 1 year
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Dating Scenarios (Durarara)
Shizuo
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Shizuo is used to being alone since he's considered a "monster"
So he's afraid that you'll find him too awkward and that you'll want to end the relationship
It takes him time and reassurance before he becomes more comfortable
Under his aggressive nature, he's a huge softy
Surprisingly, he doesn't mind physical affection, but he won't do it in public
Shizuo isn't good with words, but he tries his best to express his feelings
He doesn't compliment you often, but he loves everything about you
His love language is gift-giving, and he likes buying you small things that remind him of you
He also likes spending quality time with you, no matter what the two of you are doing
He just enjoys being around you when no one can interrupt you
Shizuo is always worried that someone who's out to get him will go after you, so he's protective
When the two of you are out in public he will have an arm around your waist
If he notices someone staring at you for too long, he'll silently glare at them, scaring them off
If someone even attempts to hurt you, he will hurt them before they even get the chance
Izaya
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Izaya is surprisingly affectionate
Most people may not expect it, but he's loving when it comes to you
He loves to spoil you and shower you with compliments
He also likes to tease you, just to see you blush
Izaya loves cuddling, and he always has an arm wrapped around your waist when the two of you are asleep
You're the only person he feels he can be vulnerable around
He feels like you understand him and won't judge him
Izaya knows he's got a lot of enemies, and he is always worried that you'll be in danger because of that
Because of that, he's always keeping an eye out for any danger and he feels the need to protect you
His worst nightmare is something bad happening to you, and he will do anything to prevent that from happening
Izaya may seem heartless, but he loves you a lot
Celty
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Celty is really sweet
In your relationship, she's super affectionate
She loves giving you hugs out of nowhere, just to see the surprised look on your face
She loves making you blush, it makes her feel proud
She also loves showering you with compliments and making you feel beautiful
She's often insecure about your relationship since she isn't the most normal person
She sometimes thinks you'll leave her for someone else, and she needs reassurance sometimes
She really appreciates the fact that you stick with her
The two of you often take rides on her motorcycle together at night
It's one of her favorite ways of spending time with you
Celty really likes cuddling, she just loves being close to you
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roseserpentpress · 1 year
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Another book completed! Not entirely thrilled at how the cover came out and had a few problems along the way with the binding, but it is finished now. Alethia, and it's companion fic are very cute shorter Shizuo x Izaya fics. I've been meaning to branch out from the ships I've done so far, so that was nice!
Cover done via a wash of blue ink, then the designs painted on with gouache, with the shading mostly done via india ink. Titles done with Winsor and Newton's gold ink which I'm still not thrilled about, lol.
Oh fuck I just realized I misspelled the title. Ah ok. Here's your yearly reminder to double check titles when typesetting, and also when working on the cover kids 🫠
Fic below the link:
Aletheia (T, 22k)
After Izaya gets Shizuo hit by a train he visits him in hospital only to find out that the blond doesn't know who he is, the informant tries to abuse Shizuo at his most vulnerable, but for some unknown reason - he just can't.
“I suppose,” Shizuo continued, his tentative tone bringing Izaya’s focus back to him. “We must have been friends.”
The Sleep Deprived Tale of Kimura Kiyoshi (G, 700)
This is just based off of a comment on the last chapter of my fic Aletheia (if you haven't read that it will make absolutely no sense)
The story of the guard who was supposed to be watching over Shizuo when he climbs out of his hospital window to go and get answers from Izaya.
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popagan · 26 days
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Been reading AO3 for a month now. How did you survive reading april 23rd (by izayas). I dreamt of it after reading and I’m terrified to go back to sleep.
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rolaplayor101 · 1 month
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Arospec Awareness Week day 1!
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Shizuo is stuck pulling Shinra and Celty’s weight when a high schooler named Anri comes over to ask for romantic advice
For Arospec Awareness Week day 1! 2565 words! Cupioromantic-lithromantic character, idemromantic-Quoiromantic character
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phantomstatistician · 2 years
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Fandom: Durarara
Sample Size: 4,528 stories
Source: AO3
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shibaleeart · 6 months
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gonna see what traumatized the hoes and report back
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azumasoroshi · 1 year
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dude im being 100% fr shizaya fanfic writers were and are fucking insane
because my school banned ao3 (my fault, but that's not important), i saved a bunch of super long shizaya fics (which are PLENTIFUL for some reason, maybe because tastewithouttalent wrote so goddamn many) and have them open to entire work which allows it to stay open on my school devices without being “registered” per say
and they have been like. fucking destroying me
To Hell and Back by corteae started with “izaya and shizuo travel around the world and wacky shenanigans happen” and i was messaging my discord server like “SHIZAYA WORLD TOUR WOOOOOOO” and i was expecting wacky shenanigans and then suddenly everything went off the fucking rails in the way i LEAST expected it to happen
like maybe i wouldn’t have been so blindsided if i hadn’t skimmed through the tags so quickly but like it’s more fun that way. i hate when i actually see a ‘major character death’ tag warning because i want to be surprised
ANYWAY that was genuinely like. one of my favorite fanfiction reading experiences to date. it was like reading a whole novel with how much original stuff was in there but it was so focused on izaya and shizuo and characterized them so unexpectedly well that the original stuff never really felt out of place or forced even though it was so wild
and even though it got super dark at times it maintained this really hopeful outlook on everything and sometimes it was downright cheesy but it just WORKS for that fic and i love it because of that
and some of the challenges it made the characters go through just worked SO well for their canon characters especially post-ketsu and i gasped audibly at some of them and Ahrhghgghhfdgfd
and then the past few days i was reading this zombie apocalypse fanfiction (april 23rd by izayas) and it was like. the most depressing fanfiction reading experiences to date. i literally had a panic attack in school after i read this for a bit too long a session like holy shit it just felt so real and so heavy and hopeless
the writing was phenomenal and well-planned/foreshadowed and probably has the best shizuo AND izaya characterization that i’ve ever seen?? like i could believe things would actually happen in this way in canon. probably because their hate for each other is so intrinsic and they’re never really able to let go of that?? which is not what i expected because yes they bond and yes they care for each other but it was always in a way so that you could feel the wall between them, and even when they connect it’s only briefly, never enough to tear them away from their hatred fully
it almost feels shakespearean in how tragic it is?? everything is so character driven and all their downward spiraling is so poetic and sickening but utterly gorgeous to read. like at so many points you’re like GOD if only they had done this one small thing different, if only if only if only and it’s just htrgrhgfhgd drives me insane which is probably what izayas-san was going for lmao. esoecially at the end you can really feel the shakespeare tragedy kicking in
it’s notable that although it’s tagged shizaya and very much centers around their relationship, it’s much more an exploration of the will of human nature and their individual struggles with coping and growing from their experiences, and there’s like. no typical romance whatsoever
it’s about their sick, twisted, passionate love and whether it’s enough to save either of them or if it’ll kill both of them and just. god. i am empty after that fic i didnt cry but it feels like all the tears have been drained from my body i dont even know how to feel or how to function. i had to take a break from writing this review and it’s been a whole weekend and there’s still this weight on my chest that i cant get rid of :sob: for my sanity’s sake i sincerely doubt i could ever read it again but i honestly treasure that experience
ANYWAY READ SHIZAYA FANFICTION IT’S BUIILT DIFFERENT
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invith · 1 year
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Chapter 22 actually up in time for Shinra's birthday! Which is kinda beside the point since he's not even mentioned in this chapter. Sorry Shinra
I know I still don't have nearly as many followers as I used to so I hope this will still be able to reach the right people
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orihara-infobroker · 2 months
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The Old Raccoon
Shadow and Light Chapter 26: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18703654/chapters/135523813
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"People who make mistakes that they can never take back always try to justify them," Izaya went on, ignoring the interruption. "They say to themselves 'I didn't think it would turn out this way,' and derive false comfort from the thought that they did everything they could when it became clear the guilt and pain would jeopardize their own future happiness. Eventually, they convince themselves that they deserve forgiveness."
-Nyctanthous1308, Breakdown
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noizchild · 2 months
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Back on Track
So, I am back on track for this week. I am working on my series, High Fever. Kodoku is getting two chapters on Valentine’s day. I am starting the second cour of The Fall on Thursday. There will be another chapter in Kodoku the week after that. From there, I will see what happens there. I finally finished A Million Little Things. The ending was fine. I will be watching something new tomorrow.…
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animekpopsimp · 1 year
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Shizuo and Izaya having a crush on you
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You met Shizuo first
The two of you lived near each other and became friends despite his aggressive attitude
You're friendship continued into high school, which is where you met Izaya
He took an interest in you, which Shizuo didn't like
Though you still became friends with the black-haired boy, much to Shizuo's displeasure
They both remain civil for your sake, but when you're not looking they send each other hateful glares
When the three of you finish high school, Iazya moves away, so you don't see him as often
Despite that, he still makes an effort to see you, even If Shizuo does his best to stop him
Shizuo often visits you in his free time as well, partly so he can keep Izaya away from you
After school was when the two of them became completely hostile toward each other
Izaya always tries to convince you that Shizuo is a dangerous monster who could hurt you someday
Meanwhile, Shizuo warns you that Izaya is manipulative and doesn't care about you
The two of them are basically at war, to get you to stay away from the other
Both Shizuo and Izaya know they have romantic feelings for you, and that only makes it worse
They try not to get you involved with their conflicts, but sometimes you do see them fighting
It's upsetting but you still care for both of them
Despite them trying their hardest to make you only pay attention to them, they still haven't told you how they felt
Though if Shizuo sees him planning to do so, he'll do what he can to stop him
Izaya does the same, and it never ends well
Overall, they both are very competitive when it comes to you
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coffeebookbandbat · 2 months
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Rating: Teen
Pairing: Orihara Izaya / Heiwajima Shizuo
Warnings: no archive warnings apply
Other tags: Raijin Days, first meetings, humor, canon-typical violence, minor injuries, Izaya-typical scheming, the usual collateral damage
Summary: “Ne, Orihara-kun, do you finally have time to meet Shizuo-kun?” Shinra asked again with that excited sparkle in his eyes. “I want my two best friends to meet already!” “Your only friends, you mean,” Izaya smirked, though not unkindly. Did Izaya have enough information, he wondered. Was it time to meet Shizuo? What would he do, how would he toy with that strength right at his fingertips? He remembered the flow of Shizuo’s muscles as he wielded a traffic sign a few days ago and his heart leapt again. Life was about to get intense. They could have so much fun together.
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