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herculean(drrr x f!reader) - chapter 1

chapter 1 - Warm Welcome

synopsis: (Y/N) Brigall. An aspiring fashion student far from home, visiting the rousing Ikebukuro to study the distinguished styles that the city has to offer. It's clear to those around her that she most definitely came to the wrong place. 

But unbeknownst to even herself, she's exactly where she's meant to be.

word count: 4,158

A/N: hello! this is actually a story that i have on ao3 under chickensoup4mysoul, i wanted to transfer it to this blog :) i’ll be posting individual/lumped chapters here, but you can find the rest over there!

warnings: minor violence, attempted kidnapping

"i got a taste of the good life, i was feelin' alright and i was in the backseat, it was a long day i was in a taxi on the cross island parkway,, good life - sammy rae & the friends

Despite it being well into the night, the subway was still pretty full. Many men and women returning from a tiring day at work, some preparing for a grueling night shift, others getting ready for a night on the town. Your grip on the pole tightens as everything suddenly skids to a stop, the doors of the small space opening. You are one of the first to leave, itching to free yourself from the tight confines of the train car. After all, you had been crammed into nothing but tight spaces for the past numerous hours; a plane, taxi, busses, and a couple of subway stations. While there had to be a quicker way to complete the journey to Ikebukuro, you didn't mind gaining experience in traveling. If you were going to be living here for a year, you needed to know how to get around!

        On the other hand, the presence of just as many people in the station didn't give you much more room to breathe. You know what? You'll get used to it. This is a city! An excited buzz seemed to overtake you at the reminder of where exactly you were. 

Ikebukuro. A big city as city-like as cities could get, yet still so underrated where you were from. You had only been familiar with the exact location for a short while before you actually moved there. 

        Weaving through the labyrinth of individuals, you became increasingly aware of how everyone seemed to blend together. A blur of beige skin tones varying in darkness and lightness, arrays of wardrobes combined into a muted color scheme. You briefly wondered how much you, a visitor, stood out. Perhaps your choice of dress didn't do much to help.

        Your platform sandals clicked against the tile of the subway station as you made a beeline for the exit. Of course, comfort was important when traveling, but not at the expense of style. A pair of striped culottes and an adorably lettuce-trimmed tank-top did the trick. A classic juxtaposition of a simply styled intricate pattern and an intricately styled, solid color. With some cute chunky jewelry as accessories, you had put together quite the ensemble for your first night in the bustling city.

        Despite the independent course of study you had taken, you couldn't doubt that you had quite the knack for fashion. A knack that you were sure could lead to a wonderful career. The plan was to attend university, solidify your studies, and gain some connections that would kickstart your profession as perhaps a consultant? Designer? However, you decided that before that, you should take a gap year to expand your horizons. After all, you had only explored the world of fashion available at your fingertips through magazines and the internet. Even with your affluence, your father had never found much use in petty vacationing.

Ah, father.

A smile of adoration overtook your face. Your beloved father. A wealthy man who took you under his wing when you were an infant and raised you singlehandedly. Even though his scientific studies greatly pre-occupied him, he always ensured that you were well-taken care of. Even now, as you are so far away, he's providing abundant financial support for your pursuit of your dreams. 

So loving, so generous. Your heart swells at the thought.

A pleasant chill racks your body as your skin meets the cool night air. Now this was the feeling that you were looking forward to. While still crowded with life, you now had the beautiful night sky, accentuated by the towering skyline. 

The journey to your apartment was a bit of a walk from the subway station. However, you'd be damned if you were going to run straight inside after being couped up for so many hours. Looking at the directions on your phone, you walk away from where it instructs, opting to follow the cluster of light that you hoped was some sort of shopping center.

In terms of cities that never sleep, Ikebukuro gave New York a run for its money. The plaza buzzed with the chatter of numerous conversations. Unlike the subway station, there was thankfully a bit more space as people passed you in different directions. You treat yourself to a short walk, figuring you deserved it. Peeking at different storefronts as you pass, you take note of the places that interest you. A cute bakery, a pet store, a gift shop, and--oooo you would definitely need to explore that clothing store!! 

You catch a glimpse of one of the mannequins and your heart has been won. You can already picture a million ways to style those pieces. Although, your wardrobe was extensive enough and you shouldn't waste father's funds...

Aw, what the heck. It was for your studies after all!

You are face to face with what feels like a wall of stone, scarcely cushioned by draping fabric.

"E-excuse me, I'm sorry!" You back up from the wall, looking up to profusely apologize to your victim.

"Is no problem! Place is full of people, best to watch where you are going." He smiles down at you. Far, far down.

Even with such a friendly disposition, there is an obvious aura of power surrounding him. However, any fear you would feel towards him is stifled by his adorable accent. Seems like you weren't the only foreigner after all.

"Of course, you're right. May I ask, would you happen to have been...er... born somewhere else?"

The dark-skinned man beams, seeming proud to answer such an awkward question. "Yes! I come from Russia. You are new face. Not from here either, I am correct?"

You laugh bashfully, discomforted by how seemingly obvious it was. "You caught me! This is my first time in Japan and I'm checking out the area."

"Ah, could not tell! Your Japanese, it is very good. Better than mine."

A sense of pride and relief washes over you. As part of the preparation process to move here, you obviously had to pick up some Japanese lessons. Luckily, you were assigned a great teacher that helped you understand the language. It was one of your main anxieties that you wouldn't be able to communicate with people, but it seems like you're doing better than you had anticipated! You beam gratefully at the man.

He catches you eyeing the flyers he's holding and immediately pushes one into your face. You take it from him, immediately taking note of the words "Russia's Sushi" written crudely in Japanese.

"You are by yourself, yes? I can assure that Russia's Sushi is the best place in town! Good when you are hungry, or when you need help with anything," his demeanor suddenly shifts, his gaze sobering in a matter of seconds, "Anything at all."

"O-oh, thank you! I will definitely visit the next time I'm in the area." You're put off by the abrupt change in atmosphere. 

"Soon, da?" Uuuuh, you feel threatened.

"Da! Soon, very soon!" You begin walking, deciding now was the time to continue on your way. "It was nice meeting you!"

It was only after you turned away from his kind smile and wave that you realized you didn't get his name, nor did you give him yours. You shrug it off, deciding not to worry about it. He's always gonna be at the sushi place, isn't he? You could find him later, no problem. 

Just a couple more minutes, you promise yourself, as you walk past one last strip of storefronts. As you approach the window of a comic book store, you're startled when the door swings open. Two walking stacks of manga emerge in front of you.

Wait, not manga. Their faces are obscured, but you can identify a woman in a long black dress and a man in a blue hoodie. They each seem to have put too many eggs in one basket, teetering back and forth to handle the weight of towers of books. 

"You sure this is all of them, Erika? We had to search every aisle of this place!" the presumed male asks.

"Of course, Yumacchi! All 50 copies of Super Tragic High School Life. Can't believe they tried to hide them."

You feel faintly guilty for eavesdropping on their conversation, but they're walking just ahead of you as you all head in the same direction. As they continue their chatter--sounded like there was some sort of special edition hidden in this series of books and they were deadset on finding it--you notice that their loads are becoming gradually harder to carry, swaying and tilting. Suddenly, the boy moves too sharply, upsetting the balance and causing his stack to tumble over.

Only a few steps behind, you scurry ahead to his side, reaching up and pushing the stack back into place before the damage is done. 

"Woah, thanks! That was a close one." The boy's face is still obscured as the he expresses his gratitude.

"No problem, it'd be painful to see so many books in mint-condition be ruined-woah!" You push back another unsteady book with your fingertips, barely reacting in time to catch it. "You wouldn't need help carrying those by any chance, would you?"

Even with their faces covered, the pair turn to each other and seem to engage in some sort of silent communication. After a moment, they turn back to you.

You follow them through the streets of Ikebukuro, having lightened a third of each of their loads. It was a wonder how they were able to find their way around; even with you helping, the stacks still reached the top of their heads.

"Took you guys long enough! And what are you doing with all that crap?" 

The presence of a new voice startles you. It was laidback and reminded you of a teenager's, not too different from the youthfulness of your companions'. You must have reached your destination. As Erika(?) explains how hard their escapade was, you hear the sound of a trunk opening before your stack is suddenly taken out of your hands. It was the man (Yumacchi?), who placed it next to the other two stacks they had stored in the back of a van.

Without any books in the way, you see that the man is blonde. It's hard to place how old he really is, his face carrying a youthful gleam, but not completely absent of mischief. His eyes are slanted and there seems to be a mystery as to what color they really are. 

"Wha-? Woah!!" As he turned back to face you, his face seemed to light up in surprise.

Nevermind, they are a lovely shade of amber. In a flash, you are face-to-face with the energetic duo. The girl, you notice, wore a black cap over dark, braided hair. Her dark eyes shined with the same excitement as her partner's. They were both cuties, you did admit, but you were more occupied with the invasion of your personal space.

"You're a foreigner!" they exclaim in unison. WOW OKAY was it THAT big of a deal?

"Hey hey, Yumacch! Doesn't she totally give off Michiko vibes?"

"You're absolutely right, Erika! Definitely the same exotic, fashionable vibe..."

You're not sure how you feel about being called "exotic", nor do you have any idea who this "Michiko" character is. Unsure of how to respond to their aggressive advances, you smile bashfully. Their faces are suddenly pulled away from you, a pair of heavy hands yanking them back by the shoulders.

"Hey, knock it off! Quit scarin' people with your crazy talk." Another new voice joins the fray. Gravelly and masculine, and honestly making you feel some type of way.

Your savior is a taller, tan-skinned man. He's dressed unobtrusively, his dark green jacket and jeans doing very little to catch the eye. A beanie cuts off some of his face, but you can still make out intense, dark eyes and a stern expression. Erika immediately whines at him for being no fun. Your ears perk at the name "Dotachin" and you wonder if it's some sort of nickname. A small distance behind him is another man, possibly the owner of the teenager's voice. His brown hair is long in length and he dons a swanky vest on top of a button-up. You muster up a sort of appreciation for his rustic sense of style.

"Sorry about those two. Judging from their pestering, doesn't seem like you’re a friend of theirs." 

“Nope! Just a random stranger off of the streets,” you jest, and relish in his apparent amusement at the statement, “I’m (Y/N)! If it hasn’t been made clear, I am visiting from out-of-town. Just arrived in Ikebukuro tonight. You’re...Dotachin, right?”

You are proud of yourself for not bursting out into laughter at the way his face contorts in a matter of seconds. The others do not extend the same courtesy, snickering at his annoyance. You can’t help but notice the glare that he sends Erika.

“Uh...no. Please. Never call me that. Kyohei‘s fine.” His eye seems to twitch for a moment and you feel a little bad. A little. “The two idiots are Walker and Erika. Guy over there is Saburo.”

Ah, so Yumacchi was a nickname as well. The two offenders are currently flipping through the manga, obviously too impatient to hold off their search. Sparing a glance at the blonde, you ponder the Western nature of his name. Erika, seeming to have calmed down, addresses you with a smile.

“So, it’s your first night here, huh? You’ve gotta be crazy to be walking around by yourself,” Erika comments, oblivious to the offensive implication of her words. You shrug, not really blaming her.

“I mean, it’s a big city, so I understand some risks but surely nothing could be any worse than what we deal with back home!” You intend to laugh it off, but the others don’t seem to share the same sentiment.

“You got color gangs back home? Kidnappings down the street?” Saburo remarks from his place against the van.

“A vicious slasher?” Erika chimes in.

“Full-out brawls in the plaza? Oooo, how about a headless rider?” Walker.

Nothing strikes you more than pure bewilderment. Of course, there was a fair share of activity where you grew up, but you were admittedly sheltered from all of it. Seems like there was a lot more to this city than you had initially thought.

“You seem like the kind of person that avoids trouble.” You feel a strong, warm hand on your shoulder and realize that it’s Kyohei’s. He seems to pull it away upon eye contact and you miss it immediately. “As long as you’re smart, you can probably steer clear of all of that.”

You smile and thank him, inwardly relieved that you had found people to tell you all of this.

“Well, I guess I should head home in that case. Wouldn’t wanna run into anything!”

“Where are you staying?” Kyohei asks. You unlock your phone to pull up the location of your apartment. However, you curse at the realization that you had gone very far off-route. Erika and Kyohei peek over your shoulder and notice your dilemma.

“We’ll give you a ride back!” Erika wasn’t offering, but outward stating. Kyohei nodded in agreement and Saburo was already starting the van up again, seemingly unbothered by the task. Welp, no reason to refuse at this point. Not like you were eager to trek back on your own, either.

“Let’s go then, and get out of this damn cold.” Kyohei gestures to the corduroy jacket you had tucked under your arm, “Don’t understand how you can just walk around carrying that jacket like an accessory. How are you not freezing your ass off?”

Compared to the van gang(that’s what you're calling them now, you’ve decided) you’re definitely more scarcely covered in your tank top and sandals. The weather had no bearing on you though, and whatever excruciating cold Kyohei was talking about was just a pleasant chill to you. 

Walker and Erika squeeze into the back, reaching back from their seats to search through more copies of the manga. You squeeze in with them, right behind Saburo in the driver's seat. The two otakus are preoccupied, leaving you to engage in small talk with the men in the front.

Kyohei is polite, asking you simple questions about how your traveling went, if you had made any other friends (You hide your grin at the word "other"), and what had brought you to Ikebukuro. You appreciate the effort, answering accordingly and avoiding oversharing. Saburo and Kyohei chuckle at the mention of a really burly, dark-skinned Russian man who, despite his open demeanor, couldn't help but be intimidating.

"Sounds like Simon, alright," Saburo comments.

"No need to worry about him. Dude hates violence. If anything, you'll want him on your side," Kyohei explains.

You hum, fiddling with the folded flier in your pocket. "Is the sushi any good?"

A huff. Probably his attempt at stifling a laugh, whatever it was, you're kind of charmed by it. "It's...good for what you pay for it."

Not exactly the most promising answer, but you'll take it. Price isn't necessarily something you need to worry about, but it seems like the place holds sentimental value. You decide that you would visit, especially if this group seems to frequent the place.

You continue giving Kyohei your life story, explaining your passion for fashion and how you came to Ikebukuro to explore the bold, nuanced styles of the city. You notice Kyohei quirk a brow at this and he even glances back at you.

"'Nuanced', huh? Why not somewhere cozier, like France? That's, like, a capital, right?"

A simper overtakes your lips at his attempt at understanding the topic. "France is overrated. I wanted somewhere where the fashion wasn't necessarily for the sake of fashion, y'know? Like, Saburo didn't wake up this morning and say: 'I'm gonna wear this snazzy vest today, because that's what Sedgwick would have wanted.' He probably just wore it because it was the first thing he spotted in his closet--and that's candid, and that's valid." 

"Um...thanks?"

"And that's what makes Ikebukuro such a fashion hotspot!!"

Your rant doesn't stop there, but Kyohei respectfully listens. It's nothing he hasn't experienced with Erika and Walker's manga obsessions or Saburo's Ruri Hijiribe fixation. Still, there was something about your sense of wonder, the many things you seemed to be looking forward to--in Ikebukuro, of all places--that rubbed him the wrong way.

...

"You seem smart, you can probably steer clear of all that." Kyohei grimaces at Erika's embarrassing attempt at an imitation of his voice. 

"How macho of you, Kyohei! Sounds like something the wounded warrior hero says to the girl that he secretly harbors feelings for, but doesn’t reveal them to keep her safe!” Even in the small space, Walker still finds a way to gesture in excitement, definitely almost hitting Erika in the face.

“Right?? Dotachin saw a lovely young damsel in distress and knew he had to protect her!”

“Shut up, willya?” 

As they drove away from (Y/N)’s dropoff point, the new visitor was still a topic of conversation. Mainly, how “macho hero” Kyohei was towards her. Granted, it wasn't unusual behavior for the man, but the pair of Otakus would not just ignore his acts of chivalry, towards a young woman, no less.

“Hey, Saburo.”

The driver hums, joining Kyohei in blatantly ignoring the foolishness occurring in the seats behind them.

“I’ve heard a lot of things about Ikebukuro, but nothing about it being a fashion hotspot.”

“Yeah, me neither. Sounds like bullshit to me.”

Kyohei stares at the rapidly moving passerby, deep in thought. Whatever this girl was here for, she certainly did not come to the right place. The idea of people so naive walking straight into the ticking time bomb that is Ikebukuro troubled him, and that wasn’t just regarding (Y/N).

He heaved a sigh, dismissing the unnecessarily convoluted thoughts about someone he had just met. It would be fine, he decided. It was just another random citizen, one who didn’t seem like the type to get wrapped up in the sort of trouble that plagues the city.

What’s the worst a fashion student could get sucked into?

...

Besides being stylish, your platform sandals were also the perfect level of comfort for a long day of travel. Even when you were walking for such a long time through the plaza, not once were you complaining about your feet being sore or tired.

Yeah, walking was great! Running? Not so much.

That was the main thought spiraling through your head as you all but sprinted through different alleyways.

You thanked your new friends one last time before sliding out of the vehicle. After they drove off, you turned to look up at your apartment building. However, you immediately noticed something strange. 

The structure in front of you was not nearly tall enough to be any sort of apartment. You checked the GPS on your phone and realized that you had gotten off on the wrong side of the street. Looking closer, you could catch a glimpse of a much taller building, a small distance behind the building in front of you. You heave a sigh as you realize how long it would take to reach it.

As you walk down the sidewalk, you notice an opening between two of the buildings. It turns out to be an alleyway, most likely leading to the other side of the street. You turn without hesitation or second-thought, distracted by the c onvenience of the shortcut. 

You quickly realize that the alley isn't a straight shoot to the other side and have to turn in a different direction. In an attempt to return to your intended route you turn again. And again. and again. 

So it turns out it wasn't just one building standing between you and sweet, sweet relaxation, but actually 2 or 3. Frustration begins to build as you only seem to get more and more lost. 

"This is ridiculous, I should be in bed by now! Just how late is it?" You think to yourself, taking a quick break to check the time on your phone.

"Not very smart to be wandering this late at night, is it, young lady?"

It was a wonder how you were able to dodge the bat that was swung in your direction. After that lucky break, you immediately tumbled in another direction, desperate to avoid your assailant. However, as soon as you thought you could shake him off, another man appeared in pursuit of you as well.

"Dammit, she's fast!" You hear from behind you, and you realize that a third has joined the fray.

Your sandals aren't comfortable, no, but they don't deter your speed. The different walls and turns become a blur to you as you sprint past, desperately trying to find a way out of the apparent labyrinth you've walked into. 

As you round another corner, you collide with someone else; one of the men that were chasing you. He crumbles to the ground as you stagger backwards, nursing the sting of your forehead. Your back comes in contact with another, small body and a pair of weak arms wrap around you.

"H-Here! She's here!"

The third musketeer appears and your victim, a stout, unkempt man, sluggishly picks himself up from the ground. They are all terribly out of breath, and its pretty obvious that they're out of shape. A tall, lanky man with glasses approaches you, the bat in his hand indicates that he was the one who threw the first blow.

He's seething, infuriated by the chase, his teeth grinding and eyes on fire. He raises the bat and your breath is caught in your throat. The weapon remains suspended in the air, ready to deal damage. After a moment, he deflates, a sinister chuckle seeming to rise from the deepest parts of him.

"You've caused us a lot of trouble, you know that?" The bat falls to his side, he holds out his other hand to the chubby man beside him. You twitch, noticing the quivering frailness of the arms that were locking you in place. The boy holding you couldn't have been much older than you were, of college age.

"Unluckily for you, we're not gonna end it for you so easily." He's been handed a cloth. After watching his friend douse it in liquid from a bottle, you don't want it anywhere near you. "With where you're going? You're gonna wish you'd died here..."

It's so dark now, you can't imagine how late it's gotten. All you can see now are the glints in his glasses, and the cloth descending upon you.

The glints of glasses. The feeling of helplessness. Shrinking under the eyes of someone who has no sympathy for you. Whatever happened to you, it didn't matter to them.

The corner of your mouth twitches. It feels familiar.

That's funny.

#drrr #drrr x reader #izaya orihara x reader #izaya orihara #durarara #durarara x reader #durarara imagines #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #kadota kyohei x reader #kadota kyohei #erika karisawa x reader #erika karisawa #walker yumasaki x reader #walker yumasaki #saburo togusa x reader #saburo togusa #celty sturluson #shinra kishitani #anri sonohara

[starimisu]

Forgot to ost this here yesterday but happy birthday to my best boy kyohei kadota

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[eaeulfl]

There’s a hanging scroll in Russia Sushi with the characters “駅近築浅” which I believe roughly means ‘near the station and newly built’. The last character has a missing stroke and I’m not sure why tumblr doesn’t allow the Japanese character/kanji to be written/typed out on here but that is how it’s written in Chinese. On the other hand I cannot for the life of me make out what the smaller characters are at the left side of the scroll. Usually the smaller characters along with the red stamp/seal are the calligrapher’s or the owner’s name. The second character is “火” which means ‘fire’, but the first character is too blurry. It looks a bit like 屚 to me but that probably isn’t it. I don’t speak or read/write Japanese though so I might have gotten these wrong.

#durarara!! #this probably doesn’t need to be said but absolutely feel free to correct these!! #I just found the scroll somewhat amusing lol #kida masaomi #yuumasaki walker #kadota kyohei #togusa saburo #russia sushi

[oriharaizaiza]

It's interesting how Kyohei is just casually hanging out with another gang member from the blue squares, and initially seems to get along just fine. His values aren't all that straight forward; he's fine with the general idea of attacking Masaomi, even if he himself considers this fight below him. His only real concern is being caught by the police when it comes to a straight forward fight. Though Masaomi is a kid, the fandom often forgets he's also the leader of an active gang, which, although they didn't particularly start any fights or wars, is still highly violent in it's defense. The characters in the books on the other hand definitely do aknowledge this fact and therefore treat him much more like an adult.

Of course... When it comes to kidnapping, mutilating and raping a little girl... Hmn yeah that clearly goes too far. I think we can all agree with Kyohei on that one, but it actually isn't surprising that this behavior is cheered on in gang culture, is it? Certainly leaves a bad taste in my mouth to remember how relatively normal this kind of thing likely is in that sort of underworld.

So of to the rescue they go—

Evidence for Ran Izumii being among the biggest shit holes in this generally highly questionable series... Right there. Even the blue squares closely in league don't seem entirely comfortable with the absolute disregard for Saki as a person he's speaking with here.

Enter Walker, who's good mood was immediately doused upon seeing her.

Walker's 2D fantasies are as unrealistic and entertaining as always. I personally don't think he actually believes it though, despite Kyouhei's earlier comments about the two Otaku's not being able to tell reality and fiction apart. I think if anything, it just serves as a perfect distraction. I absolutely would believe that Walker has a hero complex though!

Don't play with fire people, you'll get burned. Even Walker did, and we all know it wasn't his first time. He just had different priorities in the moment. We'll have to admit though, it was very effective, even stopping them from being able to give chase right away.

In the short ride away from the scene, we know;

1. Everyone saw Masaomi, and nobody blamed him from being unable to manage on his own. He is, after all, just a boy.

2. The police shows up suspiciously fast after Khouhei and crew escape the scene.

3. The remains of the blue squares got in trouble with the Awakusu, of all people, right after.

4. And picked a fight with Shizuo,

5. Which Izaya then conveniently made use of to 'frame' Shizuo.

6. Izaya moved to Shinjuku right after this incident.

This smells of a typical Izaya style revenge scheme to me. I don't believe for a moment that he was okay with what was done to Saki, or that he intended for it to happen because this is exactly how Izaya reacts in other times where people he cares about are hurt by somebody else.

Izaya obviously has a lot of issues with expressing affection, but I'm pretty sure this is it, these over-the-top revenge actions, since it's pretty damn consistent who he does it for.

I actually think that Izaya's mocking attitude towards Masaomi later in the hospital, and his disregard for him in the 'current' time also have to do with being disappointed and angry at the boy, for being a coward and betraying Saki. It's hardly an excuse- he's just a kid after all, but it explains.

And finally I'm suspecting, since it's put this way, Shizuo was probably at leat party responsible for the thing he got arrested for? It was probably Izaya's fault he ended up in whatever the actual situation was in the first place, but seeing how shizuo was at this point in time, he probably did some non-excusable violence on his own accord.

Also this means that the remark about their 'rivelry being set in stone' in the first book, refers to this point, only two years ago. So their fight before that were actually of a friendlier, less serious nature??

A little while later, once Saki already has recovered a bit, Kyouhei's crew runs into Masaomi at the hospital.

The interaction is quite telling for how everyone believes Masaomi should be treated. Yes, he's young. But he's not a elementary school child. He's a teenager, and he made the concious choice to get into fights, and to keep his gang once he realized he had one. He even chose to keep his gang after realizing he could protect his friends by breaking it up. Masaomi can and should be expected to take responsibility, HE made these choices, nobody else did.

And still Kyohei gave him a way out, telling Saki a lie for him, letting Masaomi bury the past and move on with somebody he's supposedly in love with, should he chose to.

He does make a choice in the end. But he still courses to run- just with a little bit more closure than simple avoidance, as he ends up breaking up with Saki.

Kyohei really was being cool, and he definitely has an impact on Masaomi! I'm not sure if it was a 100% positive one in this case, but he did the best he could've. It's not Kyouhei's fault that Masaomi is an idiot.

Leave it to Erika and Walker to totally ruin it though. Though I have to say, reading under the bedsheets? Training your ears to hear your parents approach? Relatable.

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[cosmiccycle]

Summary:

With the issues of the new years Settled, Kadota decides now's a good time to make up for his mistakes, by gifting Chikage homemade Chocolates. As always, though, there's a wrench to be thrown in his plans.

Notes:

Happy Valentines day 2023 y'all! Bet you didn't expect me to update this fic did you? I thought it'd be nice to honor valentines day by busting out a new chapter of my oldest fic. But I also gave the other two chapters a revamp, so I hope those are to your liking if you check them out. Thanks for all the support over the years. The Durarara!! Fandom will always be important to me

#Sumi Fics #durarara #drrr #durarara!! #drrr!! #Kyohei Kadota #kadota kyohei #Chikage Rokujo #Rokujo Chikage #drrr chikage #chikadota #dotachika

[autumnmobile12]

Chaotic Good

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....

Chaotic crews don't ask questions.

#castlevania #durarara! #my hero academia #trephacard #trevor belmont #sypha belnades #alucard tepes #kyohei kadota #erika karisawa #walker yumasaki #saburo togusa #league of villains #castlevania netflix #toga himiko #dabi #shigaraki tomura #skinner #mr compress #twice #chaotic energy

[aka-tsubaki]

relationship announcement might have backfired...

#shizaya #Izaya Orihara #Shizuo Heiwajima #celty sturluson #shinra kishitani #kyohei kadota #durarara #drrr #they are thinking of evacuating ikebukuro btw

[shizuostrans]

the catalyst for togusa strictly enforcing the rule that only he can drive the van

#durarara #drrr #shizaya #kinda?? #shizuo heiwajima #erika karisawa #kyohei kadota #shizuoposting #highkey using this is an excuse to express my feelings about shizaya with erika as a conduit #but she does canonically believe they are gay and verse for each other #(she was so real for that)

[milkevolii]

durarara shitposting 1/?

#durarara #izaya orihara #shinra kishitani #shizuo heiwajima #shingen kishitani #mikado ryuugamine #mikado ryugamine #idk how its spelled #masaomi kida #anri sonohara #saki mikajima #erika karisawa #walker yumasaki #kyohei kadota

[kasururigoth]

taking a break from my assignments to do this stupid ass meme

#drrr #durarara #erika karisawa #kyohei kadota #walker yumasaki #saburo togusa #van gang

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 3

chapter 3 - Mirror Mirror

synopsis: You wake up in an unfamiliar apartment, your last memory being a flying traffic sign headed straight towards you. Waiting for you to awaken is an odd doctor and an even odder...bartender?

word count: 2,543

author's note: a double upload since these chapters are pretty short!

warnings: N/A

"always needed attention i've always needed a friend cure as a mean to prevention i wish i had more to prevent,, me, myself, and i - raleigh ritchie

.....lia......

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.......(Y/N)!

You practically swallow a gust of air as if for the first time in hours. An insistent chill alerts you of the sweat that's collected on your back. You sit up from your position on what seems to be a couch. As your vision begins to focus, your heart drops at the sight of unfamiliar surroundings.

The apartment is much smaller than yours, but it's nice. The walls are a gray marble pattern, accented by dark wooden floors and furniture. Beside the front door was a small kitchen...

"Shit... Shinra! She's awake!"

You shout in fear at the realization that someone is in the room with you. Grabbing the nearest thing to you--a couch cushion--you hurl it at them.

"S-stay away from me! My father will look for me if I go missing! Lay a finger on me and so help me, I will--!"

"Woah, calm down, dammit, I'm not gonna hurt--"

He's cut off by another cushion to the face. 

"What's going on in here?" Another man enters the room.

You shriek this time. Oh my god, you've been kidnapped. You've seen it on TV. These men kidnapped you and now they were gonna torture you and then stuff you into a suitcase and leave you on the streets...

The other man was wearing a doctor's coat.

....Oops.

You suddenly remember where you were before you got here. That traffic sign must have rocked your world, and now you were in a hospital.

"Shizuo, you don't even know this girl!? You've scared her senseless!" The man in the labcoat carefully kneels in front of you. His face is friendly, smiling in an attempt to soothe your nerves. "I'm Dr. Kishitani. You were hurt a couple hours ago and Shizuo brought you to me to help you."

His glasses and coat, reminding you of your father, are comforting. You try to regain your composure, hoping this wasn't some elaborate ruse and that you could actually trust this man. What a strange hospital this was.

"I-I'm sorry...I was frightened. Thank you for helping me."

"Well, no need to thank me. I didn't need to do much!"

You're confused by his statement, but a movement from behind him draws your attention. The other man stood up from a chair across from you. He begins to approach you but appears to psyche himself out, maintaining a distance.

"Are you...okay...?" The way that he's avoiding eye contact, gaze glued to his feet and hands stuffed into his pockets, reminds you of an elementary schooler being forced to apologize.

Also--he's dressed like a bartender? And he's blonde. And also wearing sunglasses inside. 

"I feel fine." You answer. It's not that bright in here, you want to say. They're stylish, you guess, but that's a faux pas.

"Good."

You're staring at each other now. You wonder what color his eyes are, what it would be like to truly sit under his naked stare. 

He's handsome.

THAT was an intrusive thought.

Dr. Kishitani clears his throat in attempt to break the awkward silence. 

"Well, um...I'm gonna get you a few things, now that you're awake. Sit tight!"

He practically teleports away. The blonde glares at the spot where his friend used to be.

"So...your name is Shizuo?"

"...Yes."

"Well, Shizuo...thank you for bringing me here." You honestly don't know why a complete stranger would do this, or why he seemed to bring you to a friend instead of a normal hospital, but you were alright now, so you couldn't complain.

"Don't mention it."

And then it was silent again. You both sat there, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. However, looking at Shizuo, you could tell he wanted to say something, opening his mouth before quickly clamping it shut. Finally, he seems to work up the courage.

"You're....When did you find...h-how long have you been--."

"I'm baaaaack!" Dr. Kishitani ascends from his place of escape, carrying a glass of water and various pill bottles on a small tray. He sets it down in front of you, ignoring Shizuo's glower. "I know you feel fine, but here's a little pick me up, just in case!"

You gratefully accept the painkillers, swallowing them down with a drink of water. As you move, you notice the lack of first aid on your body. Save for two kitten patterned bandaids on the backs of your forearms, the rest of you had been untouched.

"Are you sure I won't need any other kinds of treatment, that sign came at me really fast..."

Dr. Kishitani glances at Shizuo, whose brow furrows.

"Hmmm, nope! Unless you want to sport more of these really cute band-aids, you're good to go!"

"Well, you're the doctor. Thank you again, Dr. Kishitani--"

"Shinra's fine!"

"Shinra, okay. Thank you. I don't know what your rates are, but I'll let my father know what you've done for me and he'll contact you regarding your payment."

"Don't worry about it. I've got it covered."

You turn to Shizuo in bewilderment. It's not a problem, you try to explain, your father has no qualms with supporting you financially. 

"No, I insist." 

"Don't bother trying to persuade him, he's not budging." Shinra chimes in, almost amused by the domestic nature of the argument.

You sigh. Guess there's no use then. You thank him again, but he shrugs it off. It's obvious that you've overstayed your welcome by now. Shinra let's you keep the painkillers. You tuck it into the pocket of your bag and go to leave the front door.

"Wait!" Shizuo's sudden outburst startled you. It was the most energetic he had been since you woke up. "W-What's your name...?"

You barely hold back your laughter in an attempt to avoid bruising his ego.

"(Y/N) Brigall. It was nice meeting you both!" With that, you shut the door behind you, eager to remove yourself from the strange situation.

...

"Wow, Shizuo, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend! You're so awkward!"

Shinra expects the usual flare in anger from his longlived friend, however, Shizuo is obviously distracted. "...You're that focused on it, huh...? Looks like you're not that alone, afterall!" 

At those words, the words that had been echoing in his had for the past few hours, Shizuo sighed. Not alone. It was embarassing, how well Shinra could read him--how obvious his fixation was.

"Thanks for doing that for me...I owe you."

"It's what Celty would have wanted me to do!"

Shizuo scoffs at the statement, but does nothing to question it. If he had really done damage, if he had hurt an innocent bystander, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

"Still... Brigall. I can't help but feel like I've heard that name before...." Shinra scratches his chin, deep in thought, "Hm... nah! Can't be anything important."

He wanted to talk to her--get to know her more, he thought. But he was terrible at talking. He wouldn't be surprised if he scared her off. She acted like a normal young woman, what would she want to do with him...? Maybe he was foolish...

Maybe he was being foolish to think that he may have found somebody that was like him.

...

That was weird that was weird that was weird good GOD that was weird--

Following the GPS on your phone, you scurried as far as you could from the apartment building. It was now transitioning later into the evening, the sky painted purples and oranges by the descending sun. You really had slept the day away.

It was shocking how sprightly you were after apparently having undergone such a debilitating incident. You didn't remember much besides the image of a traffic sign shooting rapidly in your direction. Your hands ran absentmindedly over your forearms, caressing the cute band-aids there and pressing on them curiously. Maybe someone had saved you at the last minute, and you fainted from the shock. That would explain the lack of injuries.

Well, now you were frustrated. Your first full day in Ikebukuro hadn't gone exactly as you planned thanks to that little debacle. Still, you were glad that you were okay, at least.

"...Hey!! We have got to stop running into each other like this!"

Someone has pulled up next to you on the sidewalk. Hanging outside of a van window is none other than Erika, shouting and waving her arms like she's not literally two feet away in front of you. The sight of a friendly face does wonders for your spirits.

"Erika!" You exclaim happily, trotting up to the window. To your joy, the rest of the gang is there as well. They must be connected at the hip. "Hey, you guys!"

"We were just headed out for dinner, care to join us?" Kyohei offers. Quite frankly, your heart soars. Erika opens the door for you and you crawl in next to her. 

"Don't mind if I do! Where are we headed?"  You catch a glimpse of Kyohei's grin in the rearview mirror.

"Place is called Russia's Sushi. Don't know if you've heard of it."

"Hmmm, doesn't ring a bell..." you jest. You're cut off by the sound of your own stomach and you realize that you haven't eaten since your lovely sweet bun from that afternoon.

"Geez, pedal to the metal before she starves to death!" Walker jokes. That makes you laugh.

You were thankful for them, and the way they could make you forget about your chaotic day so quickly.

 "Well, if it isn't Bossman Kadota! Good to see you again!" Instead of his initial position outside, handing out fliers, Simon is inside the restaurant, waiting tables and greeting customers as they enter. As he ushers the group inside, he notices you and smiles. "Ah, friend! I see you are settling in nice, yes?"

You return his smile, now used to his intimidating nature. You follow the rest of the gang's lead as they remove their shoes. A bit of embarrassment swells in your chest at the sight of your polka dotted socks next to everyone else's normal gray socks. Kyohei, probably having done this many times before, leads you all to a separate room where a table resides. 

You plop down on one of the cushions next to Erika, who you notice has taken off her cap. Her hair is in a sort of french braid, gathered to the side. 

"You're hair is so cute, Erika!" you all but squeal, excited at this pleasant revelation. The flush on her face is surprising--you didn't peg her for the easily flustered sort--but not unwelcome.

The sight of Kyohei sitting across from you, however, has your own face feeling a little hot. The man had removed his beanie, revealing a slicked back head of hair. His brows are bold, sharpening the intensity of his gaze. The way that beanie had aged him was criminal. He didn't look nearly as old as you thought he was, only in his early to mid twenties. Yeah, that's one good looking man right there. 

Someone clears their throat and you realize that it's Kyohei, having noticed your prolonged attention on him. You...knock your silverware off of the table so you don't have to make eye contact with anyone for a minute. 

Simon, bless his soul, saves you when he brings tea to your table and takes your order (you don't hear what Kyohei orders over the sound of your own internal screaming). Eager to taste the herbal liquid, you lift the cup to your lips and take a sip. The steam has a pleasant scent and soothes your nerves. When you look up from your cup, Saburo is staring at you, wide-eyed.

"How can you even touch that? Shit's piping hot!" You look around at the others and notice that no one else has touched theirs. Oh no, was this a custom thing? Were you supposed to wait??

"R-really? Mine's fine, maybe Simon put ice in it or something..." The others glanced at your semi-drank cup, steaming just as much as everyone else's.

"So, (Y/N), how was your first 24 hours in Ikebukuro?" Erika asks.

"It was certainly something! Made some friends with a couple of high school students. This really cute boy and girl with glasses--definitely crushing on each other--and this really silly blonde kid. They were a fun group." Walker and Erika glance at each other. They're definitely doing that thing where they communicate telepathically.

"We know those guys!" Walker reveals and Erika nods in agreement.

"Oh, you do? Their names may ring a bell. Anri, Mikado, and..."

"Masaomi." Your heart almost drops at Kyohei's tone. It's not contemptuous, no... but it carried weight. It's startling how quickly the mood seems to change. All four them are exchanging looks now and you feel kinda left out.

In comes Simon and you're starting to suspect that he's eavesdropping with the way that he arrives at the most convenient times. He places a plate of...interesting food in front of you. "I made sure to prepare the best assortment... for first time!" You smile gratefully at the man. He really was a kind guy! 

"Thanks! Looks great!"

At first you try to use the chopsticks provided to you, but you quickly realize that everyone else is eating with their hands and that you look stupid. The flavor is... unique to say the least, but your tray is still empty in a matter of minutes. 

"Oh, and that wasn't the only thing," you continue once everybody was finished, "You guys warned me about 'headless riders' and 'vicious slashings', but you didn't say anything about flying traffic signs!"

Kyohei stares at you incredulously. "Flying...traffic signs?"

You go on to explain your time in the park, and how there was suddenly this skinny guy in a fur jacket--very stylish, you had to add--and he's parkouring it all over the place. Then, an entire traffic sign comes hurtling at you, out of nowhere! You don't know exactly what happened after, you tell them. You then describe how you woke up in some weird doctor's apartment where you met this bartender blonde who--get this-- wore sunglasses inside.

Everyone is gawking at you now. Self consciousness quickly wins you over, and you laugh sheepishly at your little spiel.

"Sorry...that does sound really made up, huh? I'd get it if you didn't believe me."

"No...no we believe you," Kyohei sighs, rubbing his temples. Had you done something to upset him..?

"There was a fight between them today, wasn't there...? Wow, I can't believe you managed to get caught up in the middle of that! That's, like, peak main character energy right there!" You have no idea what Walker is talking about.

"Fight...? 'Them'? Who's 'them'?"

"Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima." Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the names that leave Saburo's mouth.

Shizuo...?? And that other guy...

The sound of that roaring battlecry echoed in your head and you remembered how it had almost sounded like a name to you.

So Shizuo was somehow involved in all of that? You had thought he had been a random bystander? He had been so docile when you first met him, could he really be that vicious? And if that dark-haired man was Izaya...

Was it Shizuo that had hit you?

#drrr x reader #drrr #durarara #durarara x reader #shizuo heiwajima x reader #shizuo x reader #shizuo heiwajima #shinra kishitani #kadota kyohei x reader #kyohei kadota x reader #kadota kyohei #erika karisawa x reader #erika karisawa #walker yumasaki x reader #walker yumasaki #saburo togusa #saburo togusa x reader

[impulsive-thottie]

every durarara episode:

#durarara #drrr #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #izaya #shizuo #celty sturluson #shinra kishitani #erika karisawa #simon brezhnev #kyohei kadota #shizaya #i spent way too long on this #it is sloppy idgaf i’m wine drunk i’m tired

[noisylovepatrol]

DFFF

#durarara #Durarara!! #drrr #drrr!!edit #Izaya Orihara #orihara izaya #Shizuo Heiwajima #Walker Yumasaki #Shinra Kishitani #celty sturluson #Erika Karisawa #Saburo Togusa #Kyohei Kadota

[chinchilla-online]

this pic goes so hard. feel free to screenshot

#durarara!! #van gang durarara #drrr!! #kyohei kadota #erika karisawa #walker yumasaki #saburo togusa

[oriharaizaiza]

Masaomi how the heck did you think it was a good idea to meet up with Kyouhei's group and try blaming them?! It's not like this is your first time seeing just how dangerous Yumasaki Walker is, damn boy. Also; how to be hella intimidating with nothing but a pair of chopsticks. Walker might not actually really need all that fire he likes to mess with; he just likes that stuff hah.

Karisawa Erika lays it on Masaomi and she's hella right. The yaoi fangirl is the voice of reason in this group; there's probably no deeper meaning to that, but feel free to imagine.

Masaomi may not know who exactly is in the yellow scarves, but at least he does realize what's up... Even if, as people so often do, he doesn't want to admit it. His friends may be among the yellow scarves, but he should know better than to think the entire group is still his friends.

Ah, Masaomi, you try so hard but you're such an idiot. If you really just wanted to help Anri, you'd be using the dollars, which you're already part of, instead of picking up a gang you abandoned and have no means of handling without the help of somebody you despise. Well whatever, it seems to work in convincing Kyohei well enough

Kadota Kyouhei calls Heiwajima Shizuo a monster, treating it as a fact. Maybe because it is, hmn?

Is that... Ōtoro? Ó^Ò Damn, I wish random friendly sushi chefs would serve me that stuff for free. But isn't it so sweet, how everyone cares for this miserable idiot, even though he's clearly creating his own problems?

Otaku instincts strike again! Isn't that basically exactly what Denis and Simon are?

And Kyouhei's sentiment about only caring for who people are and not their past won't surprise anyone, but it's a nice touch to see it here, contrasting Izaya's statement of the past being like your God.

#kida masaomi #masaomi kida #drrr!! #durarara!! #drrr #durarara #kyohei kadota #kadota kyohei #walker yumasaki #yumasaki walker #erika karisawa #karisawa erika

[cryptid--bunny]

hear me out. ok. hear me out.

#durarara #shizuo heiwajima #izaya orihara #shinra kishitani #kyohei kadota #anri sonohara #cryptid art #I call it #yokaibukoro #cause.... they're all yokai... #well ok hakken technically isn't a yokai #but we can let it slide cause he's like a werewolf #BAD crop on anri but I gave her shorts #she's 15/16!!! she wears shorts under the skirt!!!!!!