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chickensoup-4-mysoul · 11 months
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herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 2
chapter 2 - Fashion Patrol
synopsis: You meet the Raira trio and take an extra special liking to a certain shy, bespectacled girl.
word count: 2,401
A/N: i make a lot of references to the reader being foreign, and easy to pick out. i write from the perspective of a black person, but i also think that it's the way that the reader dresses and acts that makes it obvious that she's not from here!
warnings: N/A
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"i wanna know just how far i can go every direction seems to stretch out to no end, oh i could wait for all my life, and never feel the time was right might break or bend but some things you have to pursue,, come true - khai dreams, forrest, biskwiq, and wizard island
The clock on your bedside table shines almost obnoxiously among the darkness of your room.
6:30 AM
You heave a sigh. Your body had no business. No right. To awaken you from sweet sweet slumber like this. You blame jet lag and first day excitement.
Technically, you were here last night, but this would be your first full day! First day of watching early morning work traffic, first day of seeing foreign faces in broad daylight, first day of watching the sunrise...
That reminds you! You shimmy out from under your sheets, ignoring the cool morning air and the press of cold wooden floor against your feet. You run your fingers against the silk of the curtain, relishing in the smooth feeling before pulling it back. 
The warmth from the sun radiates onto you as light floods your room. Still mixed with deep oranges and pinks, the brightness doesn't pierce your eyes quite yet, but bathes you in serenity. The perfect wakeup call.
Father really spoiled you, landing you in an apartment like this. It was the penthouse of the building with a beautiful viewpoint. You had front row seats to the sunrise, accentuating the fluctuating skyline of the city. 
Pulling a comfy robe over your now shivering body, you slide open the door to your bedroom and descend towards the kitchen. The place looked beautiful in approaching daylight. You couldn't say that you had taken quite enough time to appreciate it last night as you stumbled into the dark space, stripped down to your undergarments and threw yourself into bed.
It was spacious, with little walls as separation. You slipped past the couch to enter the kitchen, immediately grabbing the electric kettle and filling it with water. Some tea would be the cherry on top to this peaceful morning. 
A content smile graced your lips. Hopefully the day is just as peaceful.
...
"Now, now, I'm not sure I appreciate such an accusatory tone."
Izaya's  lips curled into an unamused frown at the pointed remarks sounding from the other side of the phone.
"So little faith! So you do care about her wellbeing after all. That's quite interesting, doctor. Quite interesting indeed...Would I be correct to assume that this concern isn't purely altruistic?"
A silence, while prolonged, is not at all empty. Pure, seething animosity seemed to radiate from the small device.
"Hm? Is it still my turn to talk? Well, let me continue then. I assure you, you have nothing to worry about."
Another moment passed before a sigh could be heard on the other line. The other speaker half-heartedly apologized, embarrassed by the loss of composure.
"Just trust me to do my job."
The call was put to an end before another rebuttal was spoken.
"It's weird hearing you speak English," Namie comments from her spot at the bookshelves. She's haphazardly dusting to hide the fact that she was most definitely eavesdropping. "That man call you again?"
Izaya Orihara sighed as he spun in his chair, massaging his temples with his fingertips.
"Yes, seems to have a very particular desire as to how he wants the job done." He leans back in his desk chair, stretching out his back with his arms behind his head. "Can't blame him though, he's certainly paying a lot."
"Is money really that much of a concern for you?" Namie remarks dully, gaze flitting over the grandiose living space that the informant was able to afford. The corner of Izaya's mouth twitches into a smirk.
"The payment is simply an added bonus. This client seems insistent that this job would be... beneficial for me as well."
The woman sighs and ceases further discussion, harboring no desire to even try to fathom the man's motivation. 
...
Nighttime Ikebukuro was exciting. Thousands of glittering towers of light accent the jet black sky, somehow more alive than ever. 
Daytime Ikebukuro, however, carried it's own special charms. Those glittering towers of light are now simply tall buildings. Places of work, living spaces, and shopping centers. Those obscure faces that had blended together the night before were now distinct. You see individual pairs of eyes, mouths pulled into smiles and frowns, hair piled on top of heads or spilling down shoulders.
At night, the city came to life. During the day, the people did.
And so do their senses of style, you think happily. After your morning tea and sunrise, you fell right back asleep. An early start would have been nice, but you would hate yourself if you went out into the real world running on 6 hours of sleep. After you woke back up at a much better hour, you were ready to conquer the world!
Notepad in lap, you were now people-watching, wielding a pencil in one hand and a sweet roll in the other. You had been sitting there for at least an hour, scribbling down notes and even a few sketches of whatever information you deemed important. Patterns that seemed consistent, common cuts and fits, different color schemes. It was a Saturday afternoon, so many had swapped out their school and work uniforms for more casual clothes. Not only that, but many teens were out and about, which you were particularly happy about. They were the next generation--the future and hope of fashion as we know it!
A flash of blonde hair in your peripheral immediately caught your eye. You turned to see a trio, sitting not too far from you. They were young, not a day over high school age (which you're pretty sure is a little younger here). A black haired boy sat next to a girl with a black bob. They well complimented each other, you thought, both dressed conservatively. You liked the boy's color block jacket, you decide. Examining the girl's attire, you wonder if she's covered so thoroughly on purpose. Even under her long, hooded dress (kinda reminds you of Erika's), you could still make out her curvy, buxom frame.
Perhaps she was insecure about it. What a shame, you could picture all sorts of outfits that would do wonders with her body type.
The obtrusive blonde was donned by their third companion, another boy. Compared to the other two, this one didn't want to blend in at all. While his white hoodie and black jeans were typical of any teenage boy, his dye job combined with the shiny piercings and pocket chain (we love a king who knows how to accessorize) clearly indicated that he was a young man that needed to be seen.
Watching the three interact brought a smile to your face. They had a cute dynamic. As you return to writing notes, their conversation suddenly sounds clearer, as if moving towards you.
"Fine then! If you two lovebirds are just gonna push me out like that, I'll find a sweetheart of my own!"
So the girl and black-haired boy were in a relationship, huh? Poor blonde boy, he must feel like such a third--
"Helloooo, miss!"
You're startled by the sudden presence of someone in front of you. Your pen slips from your grip and tumbles onto the floor, eventually stopping at the feet of your new visitor. As they bend down to pick it up, the head of blonde hair is a dead giveaway as to who it was.
"Whoops! Didn't think you'd be that surprised by my dashing good looks!" He offers you the pen like it's some sort of rose. "Couldn't help but notice you making eyes at me! Name's Masaomi Kida, but you can call me the love of your life!"
He's laying it on thick and you are thoroughly amused. Still, you felt a little bad. If he was expecting you to swoon right into his arms, he was sorely mistaken.
"I'll stick with Masaomi. Sorry if I was staring, I love your sense of style!"
You couldn't tell if his surprise was because of your compliment, or you not immediately shooting him down. 
"O-oh, why thank you! Nice to know someone on this earth appreciates my taste."
You stand, feeling it was awkward to have him talk to you while you were still sitting down. He's flustered by the realization that you're taller than him. 
"Of course! Have you ever considered pairing those jeans with a more form fitting top? Oooo maybe even a nice pattern for contrast! A horizontal stripe would really broaden your shoulders."
It was a simple conversation point, you thought. Just a suggestion, one that some could even take as a compliment. Masaomi, however, just looked confused, and maybe even a bit disgruntled by the comment about his shoulders.
"Masaomi, are you bothering random women again? I thought you were just storming off for dramatic effect!"
You spot the approaching forms of Masaomi's friends. As the boy reprimands him--they must go way back--the girl eyes you with harmless interest. At your friendly smile, however, she looks away bashfully. Masaomi gasps, scandalized.
"Mikado, how could you? This is no random woman. This is my long lost friend, my lifelong companion, my dear.....what's your name?"
"(Y/N)."
"(Y/N)--woah say that again?"
"(Y/N)." You sound it out slowly, laughing at his nonsensical behavior. 
He dramatically repeats your name and while he isn't exactly right on the money, you appreciate the effort.
"You two...know each other?" The girl asks. You immediately fall in love with the soft ring of her voice. What an adorable girl!
You cut off Masaomi before he could fabricate anything else, explaining that no, you weren't a long lost lover of his, but he wasn't at all bothering you. 
"So, my identity's been revealed. How about you two? I heard that the black haired boy is Mikado, and you are...?"
Anri, you learn, is a soft spoken girl, but she has an air of attentiveness to her. You'd imagine that, if you had gone to regular school, she would be one of your classmates that always volunteers to answer questions and tutors after class.
"Anri," you repeat, testing the feeling and pronunciation of the girl's name, "I love your haircut! Y'know, I have a pair of earrings that would look absolutely darling with your bob, are your ears pierced?"
Anri raises her fingers to her unpierced ears almost contemplatively. You hope that she's considering it.
"I'm assuming this whole fashion advice habit is sorta your thing, huh?" Masaomi remarks, not bothering to hide the way he was scrutinizing your choice of dress. Eh, he could look all he wanted.
You opted for a dress today, layering it over a simple white t-shirt. Flowing just below your knee, the dress was a cute shade of pastel green, peppered with a purple floral pattern. 
"I guess you could call it that. I'm planning on studying it for the next four years, after all."
"Y-you're a college student!?" Mikado's bewilderment is cute. How old did he think you were?
"Technically no, not yet. I'm taking a gap year right now!"
You end up talking to the three students for a good while. Turns out they're all first years at Raira Academy. Mikado was recently in the same boat as you, having arrived in the city not too long ago. Masaomi, while having calmed down his advances, still continued making innocent passes at you. You pay no mind to it, assuming he was trying--and most likely failing--to make his two friends jealous.
You also find out that Mikado and Anri are not a couple. Although, the way they change color at the implication of them being together was very telling.  Oh yeah, Masaomi was definitely third-wheeling it.
"Anri, you should come over to my place sometime and we can have a sleepover!" You say right as you all decide to go separate ways. You pull up the contact screen on your phone and hand it to her.
She seems hesitant, and almost put off by this. Thankfully, she still puts her number in and hands the device back to you.
"Aw man! Totally snubbed!!" Kida groans. You don't feel guilty enough to keep yourself from laughing.
"Sorry fellas. No boys allowed!"
You send the three one last wave goodbye before they head off, happy to have met more nice people. It was fun getting to know these kids. This was the closest thing you had to interacting with people in your age group. Most of your life was spent sheltered at home and you didn't have very many memories of having friends that weren't private teachers. It was honestly a little lonely. You could only imagine how much you had missed out on...
Realizing how sunken your spirits had gotten, you forced a smile back on your face. None of that matters now. You were in the big city, and you had  already made some awesome friends! Now was a better time than ever to catch up on all of those memories.
Yeah, you decided, I'm gonna take this city by sto--
A man's voice. A vicious battlecry, oozing with rage and intensity. Through the furious growl, you can almost make out a name. 
Something speeds past you, the breeze strong enough to whisk the fabric of your dress. 
Nice jacket, you think, at the sight of a man who at that moment was basically airborne. In broad daylight, his entire form is shrouded with darkness. A dark coat over a dark top and dark pants, topped with dark hair. It's almost in slow motion, the way he ricochets off of a bench, practically flying up onto a nearby streetlamp. 
It's once he lands that you both lock eyes. His gaze is sharp, pinning you in place. Even from the distance, you can see how the corners of his mouth stretch into a smile. It never occurred to you that a smile could be unfriendly. No, this was wolfish; off-putting.
Suddenly, you hear a loud rumbling behind you, as if something had been destroyed. Your staring contest is broken as his focus is now on something behind you. You follow his gaze in curiosity, wondering what could have made such a noise.
A... flying traffic sign. 
A flying traffic sign that was hurtling directly towards you.
It seemed to teleport, how fast it seemed to be inches from you. All you could think to do was raise your arms to your face in a pathetic attempt to protect yourself.
Man, I can't catch a break, can I?
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sasdavvero · 7 months
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Durarara!! x Blue Lock AU
tagging: @lizzieonka @gwennevlis
starting off with:
Isagi Yoichi as Mikado Ryuugamine
Bachira Meguru as Masaomi Kida
Nagi Seishiro as Anri Sononhara
So, to explain a bit:
Isagi and Bachira are them as based on colors: Mikado can be associated with blue or with a transparent color (as are the Dollars) and I think it's the same as Isagi (yes, I know that technically Isagi's color is green, I'm gonna ignore that, don't know how else to explain) both of them seem shy, maybe anxious people, but it becomes obvious that neither of them really is. They are both looking for something that can "change their reality", so I think Isagi's role makes sense (maybe.)
Bachira is yellow as Kida is yellow, both of them are easy going people, can be funny, can be very serious, they both hide their pasts pretty well (although their pasts are very different from one another). I think it fits.
About Nagi and Anri. We know that Anri considers herself as a parasite, and I think this can (faintly) be true with Nagi too. Now,I don't want to belittle the Nagi/Reo ship as a codependent, parasitic relationship (because it's not, not too much) but Nagi did attach himself to Reo only to then move to other people he considered stronger/better mates than Reo. Of course, Nagi and Anri are fundamentally difffrent in their personality, but yeah.
also, I'm not sure I explained well this idea, I don't know how to word rn, so Im sorry, if you have questions you can ask.
basically, they're the main trio
BUT
if Nagi is Anri, then Harima can be Reo, but if Harima is Reo idk who could be Seiji (if Nagi isn't Anri he could be Harima and Reo could be Seiji, but also if this is the case, then idk who could be Anri.)
moving on:
Ego as Shinra Kishitani
Anri Teieri as Celty Sturluson
their dinamic is way off, i know, Shinra is madly in love with Celty, while Ego isn't (at all), but since Anri is basically the only important female character in Blue Lock, I think it could be fun if she were Celty.
just realized that the Reo/Nagi-as-Harima and Anri-as-Celty doesn't fit because of the plastic surgery stuff, but ye. I'll resolve it in another moment.
moving on again:
Rin Itoshi as Aoba Kuronoma
again, I'm not sure with this one, but Rin is the only character with a brother who is also an important character, I have to admit, I don't remember much about the Blue Squares, but I know that Aoba's brother was an important character, so I say that Rin is Aoba.
(I'm only at ep 3 of drrrr (I'm rewatching) so I don't know how Aoba and his brother's dynamic is, but I am sure that it is different than the Itoshi brothers (oh well)).
then:
Barou Shoei as Shizuo Heiwajima
[???] as Izaya Orihara
Hear me out:
Barou gives me a lot of Shizuo vibes: they're strong, their temper is similar, but the problem is that Barou's source of anger is Isagi (mostly)
Of course, if Isagi is Mikado, he cannot be also Izaya (I don't want him to be, he's very different from Izaya (but then again, right now I cannot think about a bllk character who is similar to him, sadly)) so this one is a very unsteady idea.
it might get deleted, as I am having troubles in identifying who could be Izaya
(this might be because I don't remember much about both bllk and drrr (rip))
Another idea that just went to my head:
Michael Kaiser as [maybe] Aoba Kuronoma
This is based on the fact that I hate Kaiser as much as I hate Aoba, so ik that it maybe doesn't make sense.
I'll leave it here anyway.
that's it for now! I'm gonna go continue watching Durarara!! and I'll see if I get new ideas lol
If any of you have something to ask (if you think something is off or if you have more ideas than me about these of other character) you can say it! I'm open to any idea lol
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requiemofrebellion · 4 months
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hello yes welcome. this is not important just me rambling or listing cause brain is just everywhere tonight.
muses that i am considering to add:
Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun (toilet-bound-hanako-kun):
Yashiro Nene
Minamoto Kou
Minamoto Teru
Hanako
Yu-gi-oh Arc V:
Yuuya Sakaki
Sora Perse
animes i am either watching or needing to rewatch or finish.
Future Diary:
no one so far - just started.
Jujutsu Kaisen:
no one so far, just started.
Hunter x Hunter: (on the chimera arc)
Killua Zoldyck
Machi Komacine
Durarara!! (rewatch and gotta watch the second season for the first time)
Izaya Orihara
Masaomi Kida
maybe more i don't recall some character's personalities as much as i do others rip.
Tokyo Ghoul: (rewatch and also gottta watch ;RE)
Kimi Nishino
Ayato Kirishima
Hideyoshi Nagachika
Snow White with the Red Hair (need to watch season 2)
no one new to add.
Demon Slayer (gotta catch up):
Tanjiro Kamado
Nezuko Kamado
Muzan Kibutsuji
Akaza
Haikyuu! (gotta catch up and finish):
Yu Nishinoya
Koshi Sugawara
Kuroko's Basketball (gotta finish):
Ryōta Kise
Servamp (rewatch / finish):
Sleepy Ash
Mahiru Shirota
on my to watch list (never seen before):
Akudama Drive
Danganronpa
Given
My Happy Marriage
The Ancient Magus' Bride
Yona of the Dawn
if you made it down this far... here's a cookie! lol if anyone has any recs tho pls let me know! i know there's other animes on my to watch list but that gonna be so long if i did everything.
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happyandticklish · 2 years
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Whats your opinion on minor x adult pairings in fictional stories ? I’ve seen a few people say it’s okay because it’s just fake and their anime characters so it’s not causing harm bc it’s not real human beings ofc it’s weird to ship real ppl that are minor x adult bc that’s ILLEGAL and morally wrong but in fiction do you think it’s that bad ? please give your honest opinion
Okay, so, this might be a bit long, fair warning. Also, I'm giving my honest opinion here, which may or may not be the right one, so if you disagree with me, on either side, that's perfectly alright and valid of you.
In general, I believe most of it is relative. For instance, if someone shipped something like All Might and Deku, that's a bit odd on its own, cause obviously he's an adult and Deku's a kid. However, people do have the license to age up characters if they so please. Deku has a bit of an idol crush on All Might, and it wouldn't be too strange to assume that in a couple of years when he's 18-19, he might try to pursue something. Now, I don't personally ship that and see them as having more of a familial bond, but I'm not gonna hate on anyone who does.
I myself have written a fic for Masaomi Kida/Izaya Orihara from drrr. In the show, Izaya's around 27 and Masaomi is somewhere in high school. The fic that I wrote was a fic where years later Masaomi was revisiting the city and ran into Izaya, and discovered a bunch of latent feelings in himself towards the man. In the fic, everyone involved is over 18.
Not to mention the difference between 17 & 18 is one year, which isn't that long of a time relatively speaking. Someone who's 19 could date someone who's 18 and it would be fine, but if they tried to date someone who's 17, it would instantly get shut down, despite there being almost no difference in age or maturity.
Also, fictional characters aren't real. Now I'm not necessarily condoning shipping adults and minors in fiction, but at the end of the day, no harm is actually done, so there's no crime to actually report. If I wrote about murder, I'm not implying that I want to actually kill people, merely that I'm exploring the concept. This applies to a lot of fiction. It's difficult to break things down into black and white concepts, and I think a lot of these issues are more complicated than people are trying to make them out to be.
As for me, I don't personally give a shit. You think it's wrong to do so? Okay, that's totally fine. You think it's okay to ship it? Also a valid opinion. What I do give a shit about is persecuting either side for where they land on it. This is not a simple issue, and I don't think we should twist people's words and make them out to be villains callously, nor should we ignore people's concerns on the other side. Both sides have valid opinions.
So in conclusion, it really depends, but so long as no one is being a dick and nothing bad is happening irl, than I don't think we should be judging anyone for the things they're into.
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oriharaizaiza · 2 years
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Oof, Izaya seems to be getting a l little tired of Mikado treating him like a personal search engine instead of a friend...
Though he clearly can't resist getting into it once they're actually talking haha. But what is that? That's looks an awful lot like a bit of regret over the Saki incident... Such careless mentioning of the Awakusu though, Izaya could really do with being a little more careful.
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I think the person they weren't meant to cross was Izaya himself, not Shizuo lol. Way to go Mikado, that probably pissed him off!
I also find it funny how Izaya is probably thinking this is ridiculously cheap, while Mikado still can't actually afford it x) In the end he gets the info that's actually useful to him anyway, because of course Izaya can't resist poking the beehive.
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And here Masaomi could have known about the the blue squares in his backyard, but Mikado prevented it~
And it's so entertaining to watch them both play their roles for the other chat residents! And finally we end on another very clear warning. Not that Mikado is ever going to listen to those!
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kalamari-denki · 3 years
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Celty-san!!!
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glaciesdraco · 3 years
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Ew can you imagine any self-respecting woman wanting to go out with any of the men from drrr 😰 (maybe except for kyohei)
Kyohei’s the only one who doesn’t make a living off of shady deals and has a respectable job, basic reasoning skills, and a sexy ass face, I would marry that man.
Saburo is probably okay too.
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herestrish · 2 years
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Kalinka︱A Durarara!! F.F.
Link to Chapter 5
Recommended playlist.
Word count: 3331
Warnings: Strong language, violence, slight gore, use of alcohol and cigarettes. 
Chapter 6
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“Yeah, I cheated on her. Don’t get me wrong, I truly loved her. And even today I regret what I’ve done. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, really. But sometimes I feel that… I don’t know. That domestic lifestyle is so suffocating it leaves you without any air to breathe. That’s when you crave to be free once again, to put the strings aside. Do you get me, man?”
Shut up.
“It’s just that some of us cannot live our entire lives on a leash.”
For the love of God, would you shut up?
“Life’s meant to be lived, and spending it within four walls won’t do any better. I loved her, of course I did, so much did I love her, but I also felt kinda trapped by my commitment.”
Shut the fuck up.
“It’s genetics, I guess. A man isn’t made to live like this, he cannot bear such a habitual lifestyle.”
The glass shattered in his hands. All a mixture of sweet vanilla and blood dripping down to the floor. Slowly flowing below their table. Curious, petrified looks turned their way. A sigh came out from the man in striped suit jacket. The one sitting right in front of him. The one who actually knew what was coming next.
Shizuo turned his back from his companion and faced the impudent fellow customer all at once. Forcefully pulling him by the collar. He felt his voice raspy, a tremor coming out of his throat.
“You want some buzz in your life, huh? I have your fucking buzz right here.” He clenched his other fist. “You call that filthy cowardice of yours ‘love’, you little piece of shit? Look into my eyes and have the balls to repeat what you’ve just said one minute ago.”
Behind him, Tom was counting the banknotes he had previously taken from his wallet. The accuracy in his movements, the exact amounts he settled on, betokened an odd certainty regarding the immediate future. It was as if he was already told about the damage costs, as if he had been in this position countless times. Perhaps in this exact place.
The man hanging from Shizuo’s tightened grip stuttered.
“I-I-I don’t owe you any explanation, y-you h-hooligan! Let me go at once or I’ll put the police on your ba-!”
You really don’t know when to shut your goddamn mouth up.
He threw him through the mass of empty seats. His launch was vigorous and precise, just as one would drive a bowling ball with the purpose of knocking over a bunch of pins. In his particular case, wooden chairs and tables which eventually went into pieces at the collision.
He submerged in his anger, screams and gasping and the sound of broken wood, all of that apparent noise, a muffle climbing up to his tensed brain. He submerged, lately more frequently than before. Quicker than before.
He did not really know why his body would do this to him.
When people suffer from a burnout, they generally tend to fall into never-ending fatigue. Always so idle, with heavy thoughts furthering their lethargy to a degree they would not look or feel alive anymore. Yet there he was, mind standing in limbo, less and less able to concentrate, numbness devouring him inside and out, and his body would still be prone to violence. His body was admittedly restless at this point. Responsive to any agent of irritation. Thus, his mental exhaustion made him be more like a lion in a cage rather than a vegetable. The state he found himself in was nothing like a purgatory, a border between the blessed and the accursed, the dead and the living, as Shizuo had been already scorching in the flames of Hell for a long time now.
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The two of them were distancing themselves from the café, leisurely walking while Shizuo was trying to bind his wounded hand with a piece of cloth. He thereafter gave a side-glance to a suspicious pair heading in the opposite direction. Both of them with their hands in their pockets, dressed in high-class suits. The additional jewels they wore, the roughened expressions on their faces, especially were to distinguish them from the regular executives in the streets.
Something did certainly not seem all right. Something was soon about to happen. That was what the shivers on his skin told him, in any case. He had felt them before, therefore he regretfully knew what they meant. An auguring of occurrences that he, by no means, would want to take part of. Which would soon consume the last drop of the peace he so desperately tried to spare.
Concern came out from Tom’s words.
“You sure you don’t want to have someone take care of that, buddy? Perhaps that underground doctor of yours or whatever.”
He was undoubtedly concerned.
About his wound. He did not seem to care about the two individuals, making Shizuo question whether his dubious hunch might have been just a result of mere paranoia.
He shrugged, a chuckle intertwining with his untroubled reply.
“Just a scratch, nothing to worry about. I’ve had worse in my life.”
“If you say so.” He sighed. “Christ, why’s that you always have to snap on Vorona’s days off?”
Why do you even care about when or how it happens?
The straightforward reality was that it purely and simply happened.
Since when have you started questioning it?
A smile drew itself across Shizuo’s features.
“Because she’d finished ‘em off right before I even got the chance to do it.”
Because that’s what she’s like, all right. Because when she was there, she used to be everywhere. Omniscient and omnipresent to Shizuo’s reactions, a skill she acquired by exploiting her impressive observant nature. She had a sharp eye especially on the little details, the things one would not possibly sense at first. Nosed around for every particularity in his behaviour, hence started to feel the violence hovering in the air long before it even happening. A brutality the two of them shared. In distinction to him, Vorona’s brutality would not cause any disturbance as she used to leave things clean. Quiet and prompt, but definite all the same.
When the woman tagged along, her hair a glossy plenitude of gold and sunflower petals, she would unexpectedly raise her guard up. Jumping on random people in all the random places. Cynicism in her voice while moving her hands towards their necks.
“Individual an impediment for Shizuo-senpai?”
“Registered disruption in Shizuo-senpai’s state. Source: identified.”
“Determine the feasibility for Shizuo-senpai’s perturbation. Optimal decision. Eliminate it.”
“Shizuo-senpai should not bother about such minor occurrences. Ignorance would be in his best interest.”
Tom moved his hands to his nape. Nonchalant talk echoed through the crowded boulevard.
“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Maybe this was one fortunate day and he doesn’t even know it. Such a pity we had to leave, though. Right when you were about to tell me abo- Shit!“
Steps hastily moving from behind. Weight aimed to his head within a heavy, sudden whack. His sunglasses fell off and shattered when meeting the ground. Sharp pain lancing through. His vision blurred, and so kept him stunned for a matter of seconds. Warm liquid flowing down his crown, the rest of it already soaked his bleached hair up. The tepidity of his blood was something he nevertheless reckoned as rather refreshing, a counter to the glacial numbness that engrossed his entire body.
A bloodstained bat stood in the striker’s trembling hands, a trace of tension hiding behind his apparent fiery tone.
“That’s what you get for fucking with the Dollars!”
Slightly confused, since a man would regularly fall unconscious after such a heavy, unexpected hit.
Not this one. Not him in the least. He was sturdy as a rock, all tissues and bones and muscles that were simply impenetrable. The strongest man in Ikebukuro, that was how the scandal magazines ended up calling him, was definitely someone not to play with, let alone to be chased with a baseball bat around the city. The one time someone tried to aim for his head, he hit the guy so hard his clothes fell off.
Merely standing, eyes buried behind his disordered hair as silence rose and eventually seized the whole atmosphere.
Blood drops slowly trickled to the concrete. Stained the whiteness of his bartender shirt.
Warm, crimsoned, fresh blood.
Repulsive scent of iron and sweat invading his senses. It nearly made him want to throw up.
I’ve had so much of it today.
The later events swiftly unfolded in his memory, making his throat vibrate in a quiet laugh.
“You see, Tom? There’s always room for worse.” Shizuo sluggishly raised his head. “Betraying, you say?” He whispered as he slowly moved his gaze to the assaulter. “Bros watch too many movies these days, and they suddenly start to feel so gangster. I’m getting tired of you all.” Clutched fists. And a look that kept the man in front frozen, hands getting red by how tightened he held his wooden weapon.
“You fill these streets with terror, behaving like you own ‘em, and you’re the one who’s gotten tired? You’re full of crap, pal!” He paused for a brief instant in order to look at the Shizuo’s injuries. “L-like really, how are you even human? You’re nothing but a monster, a betraying ass!”
“Shiz-“
“Spare me.” He cut his mate’s words off before quietly reaching to a mailbox. Raising it from the ground with one hand. Straightforward fury spilling in from the gleam in his eyes as he faced the man again. “Listen up here, you. The only betrayal you’ll have to deal with is when your ass will be so kicked up you won’t be able to take a proper shit anymore. I’ve honestly considered taking it slow with you, to turn a blind eye to the fact that you wouldn’t care if you killed me. But you’re talking like someone I truly despise and it pisses me off so fucking much.”
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You’re nothing but a monster.
He was right in a way, that man; he could at least give him the credit for that. For he would not consider himself human either. One that should exist, whatsoever. One that should breathe and walk as he did, one that should have friends around. He pulled the smoke in, dragging on it as he blankly looked up. Then at his nearly healed hand.
A monster.
Dim yellow lights emanated from lampposts scattered all over the street. Complementing to the dusky, starless sky above. He was somewhere afar the centre area, hence isolated from the usual noise pollution. A quietude that managed to wash off a headache. To let himself fade away in the night’s absolute serenity. Just like burnt nicotine. Or melted sugar.
He opened his phone, checking out the location once again. Probably the fiftieth time he performed these movements. He thereafter stubbed out the cigarette, a low hiss below his foot. Opened the door and went down the stairs to what seemed to be a belowground pub.
As he was making his way through the lot of tables and seats, some indie music flooded his senses. Stillness and soft chords that definitely had Shizuo staggered.
“We have lots and lots to discuss, Heiwajima Shizuo. Matters that cannot be resolved over the phone I’m afraid.”
A line that would normally lead to darker joints and damper places. Shitty, shady, overly secluded bars. Filled with thugs and guns and heavy clouds of weed. He had been there before, his current job brought him all over to the most disgusting sides of this city. He had witnessed people shooting other people’s brains out, people stabbing people in the eye. Humid gore and slimy vomit, all spilt down to the floors of the properties of which thresholds he had crossed. But this? This felt oddly casual. Kasuka would have probably been chilling around in places like this. In his college days, with his hippie theatre junkies. He looked around thoroughly.
So visible was the contrast between her and the setting in question. Fiery hair surrounded by furred brown overwear. Shiny black top and skirt. Jewels that were deemed more expensive than his rent for a whole year. All glam and éclat, high-end urban princess. A show-off. He found her at the long table, gracefully sipping on bourbon. Stains of cherry lipstick plastered on the glass she lowered at his immediate sight.
“Someone’s been naughty today.” She pointed at the wrapped wound on his hand. “Care to put some alcohol on that?”
Shizuo took the alongside seat. “I think it’s healed by now.” He murmured. He did not find any better answer, as he was admittedly tired of constant mind games or playing back some smart tongued line.
“Aren’t you the toughest man I have ever seen in my life. Let’s loosen up for a bit, shall we? Tell me about your day. How did you end up getting all beaten up and gloomy?” The words came out low and alluring. Hearty nonetheless, conveying a kind of frank playfulness.
A bartender approached them. He made his order and returned to her violin gaze. Fingers pounding onto the table.
“Thought there was something else you wanted to talk about.”
“It really is. But how can we get to the heart of the matter when you can’t even handle a bit of small talk?” Misaki heaved a deep breath, bringing her glass up to her mouth. She barely wetted her lips with the drink.
It took him thirty seconds straight to find the words for the right response. Heavy beats and violent hits as his nails nervously bashed into the wooden surface.
“I shattered glass with my right bare hand. Some punk tried to do a home run with my head. He broke my fucking glasses.” He uttered.
Short and to the point. Enough to please her curiosity, enough not to make his stomach tighten even more than it actually did at the time.
“And you broke his bones in return.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I did. He was annoying.”
How are you even human?
Icy-cold Jack Daniel’s just carefully placed in his own sight. He mouthed a polite “thank you”. Stared blankly at the brownish-yellow liquid, Misaki’s carefree giggle a reverberation inside his head.
“Well, wasn’t it just so fucking liberating?”
“Raging on the streets in plain daylight?”
“No, you crazy.” Her giggles soon burst out into a noisy laugh. Living seemed so easy when you had everything in the world. You and that gross fucker. You two royalties breathe the same plastic air. The cheerfulness in her chortle surely expressed it, but the grey-blue tone in her eyes told a way different story. He felt drawn to it. Curious about it. What can you possibly lack? When she finally recovered her breath, she continued her talk. Voice sweet and effervescent to the taste as an ice pop. “I meant talking. Doesn’t it feel liberating?”
“Everybody needs to slack off once in a while, I guess.” He murmured.
“Exactly! You’re a quick learner, I really dig that in somebody.” Misaki winked. “And so as to make our talk more and more enjoyable, did it make any big fuss? Beating that guy up. Did you have people gathering around you, any stirring audience?”
Shizuo raised a brow. “I’ve also knocked a man out inside a coffee house. That produced some bustle, yes. If you’d put it like that.”
“But you were really busy today, pumpkin.” She waited for him to finish his drink up. Hot bitterness flowing down his throat as her features gradually suberized. “And the one who attacked you, did he express his reasons for why he did it?” She hummed.
Shizuo scratched the back of his head. “He rambled some shit about me betraying the Dollars. From what I can remember.”
“Y’know, everything in this world is a product of cause and effect. That night, in Shinjuku, you and I really strangled that damned butterfly to the ground. Horrifying enough, it’s still there. Desperately fluttering its one remaining wing.” Misaki put an elbow upon the table, head leaning in one hand. Once full of sugar, her voice was now nothing but a husky, lowered sigh. “Did you know people started associating you with Toramarus?”
The man’s eyes widened. A sign of amusement curled upon his lips.
People. Scandal sucking people, always looking for a good gossip to hinge on.
“Do I look like a goddamn biker to you?”
“You look like a man who’d smash heads over a box of cereals.”
“Whatever.”
“As long as the rumour is out there, it materialises. It becomes your reality when you least expect it. What you’ve told me so far, it seems to me that today was a real rumour stabiliser.”
A flicker in her gaze made Shizuo believe she knew exactly what she was talking about.
“So? I couldn’t care less about ‘em. They could all just fuck off.” He droned.
You’re nothing but a monster.
“You don’t care, all right. But you gripped my attention enough for me to do it in your place. Not to mention my own head also depends on whether you decide to be all dramatic in the streets or nah.”
It’d be so much easier if it actually was up to my decision.
“You’re one of them, huh?” Smug smile plastered on his face.
Misaki seemed slightly staggered by the boldness in his statement. She nonetheless twitched her lips into a grin. Low chuckle vibrating in her throat.
“My, don’t play me down like that. Let’s just say that we’re strongly connected with one another. Our very existence depending on each other’s humble…” She heaved a short breath. “Contribution.” You fucking sponsor them, you mean. You power-hungry bitch. “Money and intimidation. Intimidation and money. They make quite the pair, don’t you think honey?”
“And this room… is filled up with Toramarus. They’re all your nasty meat shields.” He scoffed, giving a side look thorough the bar. All of the apparent customers eyed him back. Nails pressed so hard into wood they nearly perforated it.
“I’m a very cautious woman. Although should they be your last concern now. Same with my so-vain doings.” The woman pulled her chair closer to him, light chink as fingers went around the glass. Her nails were a bright red, carefully done and overly polished. He could feel the warmth of the whiskey rushing up to his cheeks. “What you really need to know is that you’re in a bit of a tight spot right now. Both of us, I incline to say. Gasoline was spilt all over the town and it only needs a spark to ignite it. That spark is you, Heiwajima. Once you go boom.” A low whistle to mimic the sound of a bomb blowing up. “you wouldn’t be able to go back to normal anymore.”
He remained silent. Watched Misaki as she sloshed around the last drop of her bourbon. Glass banged loudly on the table. The nonchalance of her next words made his stomach turn. His head buzz with the beginning of a cursed migraine.
“Someone really wants to keep you on the go, you’d better not give ‘em too much of that satisfaction.”
Nails. Tightened on wood. Deep, violent scratches.
How are you even human?
Splinters in his skin.
That spark is you, Heiwajima.
Splinters with a glimmer of blood and not any fucking air to breathe.
Someone really wants to keep you on the go.
The corner of the table was forcefully broken apart. 
Boom.
Shizuo robotically stood up. Slammed some cash against the remaining surface. Heavy steps ultimately strode to the exit door. 
Dark red sprouted from his clenched fists.
“Where the hell do you think ya goin’?” Misaki yelled.
It was hard finding his voice, words blocked off and torched in his throat. They eventually oozed out his bared teeth. Raspy. And low. And trembled.  
“Flea huntin’.”
Roll credits.
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chrysficrecs · 3 years
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How would Shizuo, Kida, Shinra, and Izaya react to their male s/o pulling the arm move that guys do in movies before they could ever think of doing so?
I really went off the rails a little, but I hope you like it.
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Shizuo
I decided to finally gather the courage to ask Shizuo out on a date, he accepted but only after a couple of minutes of awkward silence. I invited him over to my place. I started making dinner at around 6, but he wouldn’t be arriving till around 8. I did some meal prepping last night, so it shouldn’t take too long to throw it together and put it in the oven. I hopped in the shower and scrubbed my body, taking some time to wash and condition my hair. The more time went on, the more nervous I became. ‘What if he doesn’t like me? What if I don’t exceed his expectations? Calm down, take a deep breath. If he didn’t like me he wouldn’t have accepted a date. Alright, let’s do this.’ I got out of the shower and dried off, before walking to my room and looked in my closet for something to wear. I eventually chose some jeans and a button-up. I went back downstairs and checked the food. ‘Not quite done yet. Give it about 10 more minutes.’ I started on the side dishes, it was vegetables and rice as the side dishes. After that was all done I pulled the chicken out of the oven. As I turned to grab plates from my cabinet, I heard a knock at the door. I grabbed the plates and set them on the counter. I quickly went over to the door to let Shizuo in.
 “I just pulled dinner out of the oven, I just need to plate it up,” I told him, and scurried back to the kitchen. I grabbed my tongs and put the chicken on each plate and added the sides, Shizuo walked into the kitchen as I put the plates down on the table. 
“This looks great.” 
“Thank you, I hope it turned out okay. What would you like for your drink? I have Water, Juice, Wine, Soda-”
 “What kind of juice?” 
“Apple, Orange, Cranberry, Cranberry Apple, Grape, White Grape, and Lemonade.” 
“I’ll take apple juice.” I nodded and grabbed the apple juice, and poured it into the cups. Placing the cup next to his plate and walking to my spot across from him, I sat down. 
“I know it was sudden to ask you out like this. But I like you and I wanted to at least try. I honestly thought you’d say no.”
 “Why?” 
“Why, what?”
“Why’d you think I’d say no?”
 “Well because I’m not anything special, I’m a lonely guy who just so happened to work with you once. I’m strong, but I’m nothing like you. I’d rather be in the house than out and about with the hustle and bustle of Ikebukuro.” 
“But that’s exactly why I would say yes. You’re a refreshing break from my hectic everyday life. I always looked forward to seeing you every day. Do you still work there?” 
“The bar?” I asked, he nodded as an answer, taking a bite of the food. 
“No, I don’t work there anymore. I quit after you were fired.” 
“Why?” 
“Because it wasn’t the same without you. I already didn’t like the job and then they went ahead and fired my favorite person.” I said, eating my food. He laughed, 
“How was I your favorite person, I caused a lot of trouble back then.” 
“But you didn’t, those people came there and purposely pissed you off.”
 “True.” He said as he took another bite.
 ~Time skip til after dinner~ 
“I figured we could watch a movie after dinner.”
 “Alright, what were you thinking?” 
“I’m not entirely sure, I was hoping you would pick something out, honestly.” “What kind of movies do you got?” 
“I don’t own movies, I have Netflix and Hulu. Which are very famous for having every movie except the ones you want to watch.”
 “But we don’t know what to watch.”
 “Deep down we know because we’re still going to get disappointed when we can’t find the movie even though we said we don’t know what to watch,” I said scrolling through the Netflix movies. 
“How about a comedy movie?” 
“Sure. I like funny things.” I went to the comedy section and scrolled through, finally just landing on Step Brothers. 
“How about Step Brothers?” 
“I’ve never seen it.” “
Well, you’re about to today,” I stated, making myself comfortable on the couch. I held my hands together in front of me, not knowing what to do with them. I looked over at Shizuo, not believing he’s right here. I also noticed he’s super stiff. ‘I guess I gotta make the first move.’ I put my arm over his shoulder and pulled him into my side, he quickly looked over at me, startled. I just smiled at him. 
“You seem a little stiff. Just relax.” He seemed to relax into my side and continued watching the movie. I started to play with his hair absentmindedly. After about a half-hour I noticed he fell asleep. I kissed the top of his head and tilted my head back falling asleep too.
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Kida
It was a cold winter morning in Ikebukuro, I had just gotten up to get ready for work. I took a shower and brushed out my hair. I put on my work uniform and gathered my necessities, threw them in my backpack, and headed off to work. I work at a convenience store, it doesn’t pay a lot but it pays enough to keep the lights on. I shivered pulling my coat closer if it was even possible. ‘It’s so fucking cold. Good thing I live relatively close to my job.’ I arrived at work in less than 10 minutes. I shuffled in, going straight to the back. I took my coat off and put it in my locker. I stood in front of the space heater for the remaining five minutes I had until my shift started. I clocked in on time and headed out to the pile of boxes I have to restock. ‘Another day, another dollar I guess.’
~Time Skip, until the end of the shift~
“Hey Y/N, the person who is coming in after you is going to be late could you stay until she gets here?” My manager shouted from the back.
 “Sure, why not,” I said under my breath. I continued restocking. I heard a crash in the next aisle, I rolled my eyes as I sighed and made my way over to find some blonde kid on the floor with the cans scattered and rolling everywhere.
“Are you okay?” I asked, offering a hand to help him up. 
“Yeah, I just tripped. I’m so sorry about this mess. I’ll help you clean it up.”
“No it’s fine, it’s my job,” I said politely declining his offer, as I started picking up the cans and restacking them. 
“I have to do something to make up for it. You’re cute, how about I treat you to a date with yours truly?” He said gesturing to himself. I raised my eyebrow, looking him up and down 
“How old are you, kid?” I inquired 
“I’ll have you know I’m 20 years old. I’m not a kid.” He replied 
“Well, I have work for the rest of the week.”
 “So do I, how about next weekend on Saturday?” 
“Sure, why not,” I accepted his offer and continued cleaning up the cans.
 “Great! You won’t regret this!” he shouted running out of the store. I chuckled and shook my head, finishing putting everything away. I went back to the other aisle and finished everything in that aisle just as the person replacing me came in. 
“I’m so sorry for being late! I had an exam today!” She said red in the face, completely flustered, 
“Look it’s okay, don’t worry about it,” I said, walking with her to the back. I grabbed my stuff and clocked out, I said goodbye to the manager and made my way outside. It was dark out now, ‘stupid daylights savings time.’ I zipped my coat up and turned to head back to my place. I noticed the blond leaning against the wall 
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” I asked 
“Oh, I realized I didn’t get your name or number. So I waited outside for you to get done.” 
“Y/N,” I told him and grabbed his phone to put my number in it, 
“Well, Y/N my name is Masaomi Kida, you can call me Kida.” I nodded and gave him his phone back. I started walking back to my place 
“See you next week, Kida!” I shouted over my shoulder, I smiled and continued on to my house. Once I got home, I took my shoes and my coat off. I went to my bedroom to change into something more comfortable and warm. I turned up the heat, still shaking from the cold. I grabbed my blanket and relaxed on the couch, turning on the TV in the process. ‘I really hope this week breezes by’
~Time Skip~
I’ve been texting Kida back and forth throughout the week. He’s actually pretty cool. He sends me jokes throughout my shifts and it brightens my day. The date is supposed to be tomorrow, and we’re going to the movies, to see a horror movie as per my request. I don’t particularly like anything that isn’t horror or comedy related. I won’t pay attention to it. I grabbed my coat and clocked out, waving to my manager on the way out of the store. I stopped by my favorite ramen place and grabbed a to-go bowl of beef ramen. I don’t usually eat out but I feel today’s a good day for it. It’s at teeth-chattering temperatures today. So a nice bowl of beef ramen will do nicely. I waited until my number was called and picked up my order before heading back home. Once I got home I took my coat and shoes off and got comfortable. I ate my ramen as I caught up on some anime I keep saying I’m gonna watch. I heard my phone vibrate and noticed I got a text from Kida, we texted back and forth all night. I don’t even remember going to sleep. I woke up the next afternoon excited it was my day off. I made breakfast and took a nice steamy shower. After that was all done, I put on some black jeans and a grey sweater. I got a text from Kida to meet him at the movie theater because he had some business he had to take care of first, I agreed and grabbed my coat, and made my way to the theater. Once I arrived I waited for about 20 minutes, the movie hadn't started yet but the previews had, Kida ran in. “I’m so sorry I’m late, something came up and I had to take care of it first!”
 “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. The movie hasn’t started yet. Let’s just go get our tickets and snacks.” I said turning towards the counter. We paid for our tickets and snacks and went to room 3, where our movie would be playing. We sat in the center but in the back, the movie had just started. I ate my snacks and watched the movie. A couple jumpscares in I noticed Kida kinda cowering, I laughed to myself. This movie isn’t even scary. The only part that scares people is the loud ass sounds. 
“This movie isn’t even scary,” I whispered over to him, 
“Yes, it is! Did you not see that monster?” He whisper yelled, I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer to me 
“I’ll protect you from the scary monster.” I proclaimed and continued watching the movie. After the movie was over it was almost dark outside. ‘Is it just me or is going to the movies like going to another realm? We show up in the daytime and leave in the middle of the night.’ Kida and I talked on the way home when we arrived at my place. 
“Well this is me, we should do this again sometime it was fun.”
 “I’m definitely down for that as long as it’s not another horror movie.” “It wasn’t even scary.”
 “To you! I am afraid what if that monster is out there lurking!? I can’t possibly go home knowing I might die!” 
“So what are you gonna do then?” 
“How about a sleepover? We can watch other movies that aren’t scary, and we can play video games. It's gonna be great!” He said squeezing around me and going into my apartment. I just shook my head and closed the door behind us. I took off my coat and shoes, and went into the living room, to find Kida sitting on the floor texting someone 
“Who are you texting?” 
“Noone, just checking something.” 
“Okay, Whatever. Just so you know, I talk in my sleep.” I warned as I sat on the couch, 
“Trust me I’ve dealt with worse. Sometimes I have nightmares so look forward to that.” 
“I’ll just have to hold you till they go away.” 
“Oh? Is that a promise? I like being close to you. Like in the theater, it made me feel warm and happy.” 
“Good, having you in my arms made me feel warm and happy.” 
“Does this mean we’re a thing?” 
“I believe so.” 
“Good, because I lowkey planned this all.” 
“What do you mean?” 
“Well I purposefully knocked over the display just to talk to you, I’ve seen you around and couldn't think of a better way to introduce myself.”
 “You’re such a dork,” I said, shaking my head with an amused smile, and pulled him up into my arms and kissed him on the top of his head.
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Izaya (Let’s be honest there’s no reason to like him, we just do.)
I’ve been working with Izaya for a few years now, I’m a currier like Celty. I also spy to collect information when he’s busy. It’s not the safest job out there, but it’s fun and it pays well. I’m always at his apartment, whether it’s to get my next job from him or just to hang out while he’s on his computer. This is an issue because I caught the virus that is feelings. I can’t seem to get rid of them, and Izaya isn’t the type to like people romantically. He just finds people interesting. Today I was in his living room and he started doing that weird flirting thing just to see my reaction. Me of course knowing him long enough to know not to react to anything he does. If I’m boring then he won’t drastically fuck up my life, just to see my reaction. That being said, currently, my job is to deliver this package to a colored gang on the other side of the city. As I drove across the city, I listened to my playlist. I stop at a stoplight and I notice some commotion to my right, I shrug it off and wait for the light to turn green. That was until someone opened my car door just as the light turned green. 
“Drive!” I look over and see it’s Izaya, I roll my eyes and press on the gas.
 “How did you manage to get over here and cause trouble in the same amount of time it took me to drive from your place?” 
“I didn’t cause trouble, all I did was walk down the street.” 
“For you, that's causing trouble,” I said, 
“Rude.” I shrugged and continued driving to my destination. 
“Since you’re here you can deliver this package yourself.”
 “That’s what I pay you to do.” 
“You’re point? You haven’t paid me yet, so you can do this one.” We pull into a parking space and grab the package from the back seat. I put it in his lap and motioned toward the building. 
“Go on.” 
“You’re so mean to me.” 
“Yeah sure,” I replied as he got out of the car. He went in for a few seconds and then came out. He got back in the car and I backed out of the parking space. I make my way back the way we came from to drop him off at home. I plan on getting some food and going back to my place. You see I also live in a nice apartment. It just so happens to be across the hall from Izaya’s. That's how we met actually. I was moving in my things and I passed by him in the hallway, he decided to help and by help I mean he picked up one box off the truck and brought it in, and looked around my apartment. That day I was eager to make friends so I invited him over for dinner after I unpacked all my things. He asked me all sorts of questions about myself and then he told me I was exactly the guy he was looking for. He offered me the job I have now and the rest is history. Somewhere along the way though I started to fall for his charms. His weird fascination with people, his weird way of thinking he’s better than everyone. Most importantly his agility, and knife skills. That's what really got me, I’ve always been fascinated by badass people, and he definitely qualifies. Sure he has his quirks but I think deep down he’s a pretty chill person. On the way back I stopped at a grocery store. 
“Why are we here?” 
“I need to go grocery shopping. You can walk home if you want, or wait in the car. I don’t really care too much.” I said getting out of the car, he followed suit 
“I’ll come, I’ve been meaning to get more coffee.” I walked into the store and grabbed a little cart, I grabbed things for dinner for the next couple of days. I splurged and bought myself some snacks as well. I grabbed some water and a couple fruits and vegetables. ‘I completely forgot I was out of milk the last time I came here.’ I thought, so I grabbed some milk, I made my way to the self-checkout and started scanning my items. The total turned out to be about seven thousand seven hundred yen. I paid and grabbed my bags. When I got to the car, I unlocked it and put my groceries in the back seat. I looked around and saw Izaya nowhere to be found so I assumed he walked home or went to start trouble again. I got in the car and headed back to my place. I opened my door with great struggle because I’ll be damned if I have to take more than one trip. I put everything where it was supposed to go and poured myself a glass of juice. Walking into my living room, I turn on the TV and go to sit down. Before my ass hits the cushion I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I put my glass down on my coffee table and pull out my phone, ‘Please don’t be anything important, I just wanna relax. I wanna be lazy.’ I see it’s a text, and I go to my messages. -I got a job for you, come over. 
“Son of a BICTH!” I said throwing my phone on the couch. I chugged my juice and put the glass in the kitchen. Grabbed my phone, keys, and jacket. Before making my way across the hall. I didn’t even knock, I just walked in. 
“What can I do you for?” I said sarcastically, cocking my head to the side. He was at his desk, looking at something on his computer. 
“I want you to get some information.” 
“What else is new?”
 “This guy has been talking to the leaders of the bigger color gangs. Trying to band them together for something and I want to know why.”
 “What’s he look like?” 
“This is the only picture I have right now and it’s from the surveillance of a convenience store.” He replied, I walked over to his desk and stood behind him, looking at his monitor. It was a grainy screenshot of a dude. 
“Oh yeah because I can totally tell who that is when it’s grainy as hell and black and white.”
 “I’m sure you can figure it out.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind and leaned down to his ear 
“What would I have to do for you to pass this job to Celty?” I noticed his ears get a little pink, he tilted his head back to look at me, 
“Nothing because I already gave her a job. This one is for you.” 
“How about a kiss?” 
“A kiss you say?” He asked, I nodded. He pretended to think about it and pulled my head down and locked our lips in a kiss, I was shocked to say the lease, I never expected him to do that. After we separated, I could feel my face burning. “Well, I still need the job done. He usually hangs out around the Seibu Department Store.” I sighed 
“Fiiiiine. I’ll see what I can do.” I started walking away, he grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap. 
“You’re so interesting, I might just have to make you mine.” I felt as if my face is on fire, 
“Don’t tease me like that, a kiss is one thing. But playing with someone’s feelings is another.” 
“Who’s to say I’m lying? I’m yours if you’ll have me.” He said looking me in the eye, 
“You’re fucking lucky I love you,” I said getting off his lap, “
So is that a yes?” 
“It’s a yes,” I replied going towards the front door.
 “Hurry along, don’t keep me waiting.” 
I expect big compensation.”
 “You’re the official boyfriend of The Izaya Orihara, what more could you want?” He asked,
 “Another kiss, and a date,” I replied,
 “You got it. I might give you a little more than a kiss though.” He said winking, with my face burning I hightailed it out of his apartment, and to my car. ‘What have I got myself into?’ I thought.
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Walking around the Museum of Medicine with your crush who's obsessed with anatomy of any kind sounded great, because you get to watch them light up with awe as they immerse themselves in something they love. But Shinra had never been to this museum before, so he requested a tour. I felt like a third wheel, he was enthusiastically engaging with the exhibits and talking with the guide. It’s kind of like he forgot I was there and the one who invited him. I’m not really interested in medicine, I met him because I’m an underground fighter in the underground fighting ring of Ikebukuro. Obviously I couldn’t go to a regular hospital, they ask too many questions. But the more I had to see him the more I got to know him and I fell hard, and fast. I couldn’t help it, he has his own set of charms and he’s cute to top it off. So I asked him out on this date to the museum. ‘It doesn’t feel like a date.’ I thought while rolling my eyes. The guide was currently standing in front of an exhibit about old medical tools throughout history. The guide was explaining what each tool was for and when it was made. We came up to the end of our tour, and the guide told us where the gift shop was and then left. 
“It’s about time.”
 “What?”
 “I felt like a third wheel, just following behind you guys. This was supposed to be a date.” I said, 
“Awe I’m sorry, how about we go to another place and then get hot chocolate afterward?” He offered 
“Okay, where to next?”
 “I’m not sure, what’s over on this side of Tokyo that we can do?” 
“We could go to another museum? There’s a couple around here, but this time we can just go check it out on our own, we don’t need a guide.” I stated, he laughed at me 
“Alright sure, no guide. Just you and me.” 
“Actually how about we go to a restaurant and go to a drive in theater?” 
“That actually sounds great, I’m starting to get hungry.” 
“Alright, let's just head back to the car and we can decide on what type of food we want to eat.” 
“Sounds like a plan.” I grabbed his hand and we started walking back to my car, once we got within 30 feet of so I used the remote start to heat the car up before we got there. Once we got in the car I pulled out my phone and started searching restaurants in the area. We went over them and came to the decision of a traditional japanese restaurant, I put it into the gps and found out the restaurant was about 3 miles away, and started our journey to get food. We listened to music and we talked about ourselves to get to know each other more. I learned that he hates humanity but has a soft spot for love, and honestly that’s so relatable. We took a scenic route to the restaurant so we could see all the fields covered in untouched snow. We didn’t drive too long so we got there in like 5 minutes. Once there we parked and I got out of the car and opened his door for him like a gentleman. I put my arm around his shoulder and led him into the restaurant. I saw him blush out of the corner of my eye. I smiled to myself ‘Score, I made him blush!’ I mentally cheered myself on. I may be an underground fighter but I don’t do well with my feelings. I never know how to express them, especially if it involves another person. I’m running on otome games and romance books as guides. Once inside we see a lady standing right inside at the little podium looking thing with the menus. 
“Table for two?” She asked with a smile 
“Yes, please.” I replied also with a smile
 “Right this way.” We followed her to a table near a window, It had a view of the trees behind the restaurant, It was pretty all covered in snow. We sat down and she set the menus on the table. 
“I’ll be back to take your orders.” I looked over the menu, they had tons of delicious stuff like Curry Rice, Soba, Ramen, Udon, Yakisoba, Yakitori, Nikujaga, etc. Everything looks good, I went with Katsudon though. 
“What are you gonna order? I’m getting Katsudon.” I asked Shinra 
“I want some Ramen and a side of Gyoza.” He replied, closing his menu and putting it down on the table, I put mine on top of his. 
“As for drinks I will just take water.” He added, I nodded 
“I’ll get water too.” We talked about how pretty the interior of this place is, when the waitress came back. 
“Alright sorry for the wait, what can I get for you two?” 
“I’ll have some Katsudon and a glass of water, and he’ll have a bowl of Ramen and a side of Gyoza, also with a glass of water.” I said,
 “Alright for the Ramen what kind we have Beef, Chicken, or Pork.”
 “I’ll take beef, thank you” He answered and handed her the menus. 
“Thank you, I’ll bring it out as soon as it’s ready.” We nodded and she walked away. 
“I really enjoy spending time with you, Shinra.” I said honestly, 
“I enjoy your company too, Y/N.” “Personally I think we would be a power couple.”
 “We would, wouldn’t we?” He asked with a smile, The waitress came back with our drinks and set them on the table, 
“Your food will be out in about 5 minutes.” 
“Okay, thank you.” Shinra replied, she walked away again. We talked about future plans, and how I plan to quit the fighting ring. 
“If you quit they’ll kill you!” 
“No, they’ll try but they won't kill me. If I quit I’ll have to fight one last match with the strongest, his goal is to bring me as close to death as possible but if I knock him out I win and I can leave. It’s unfair but that's how fighting rings work.” 
“That’s basically suicide.” 
“Sounds like you don’t have faith in me.”
 “I do, but you’re going to get hurt.” 
“I’ll be okay, I got you to take care of me.” I said with a smile as I leaned over the table and connected our lips briefly. Just as I sat back down the waitress came over with our food. She placed the food down on the table
 “Enjoy!” She said with a smile. ‘I think she smiles too much.’ I thought, I grabbed my chopsticks and dug in. 
“This is so good!”
 “It is very delicious, you gotta try this.” He told me and I grabbed some of his ramen with my chopsticks and tried it.
 “This is really good too. Wanna try mine?” He nodded and tried some of mine. He nodded in satisfaction. 
“We should come here more.” 
“Definitely, this could be our little spot.” 
“I’d like that.” We finished up our food and paid for the meal. We went back out to the car, to which I had already started from our table so it’d be warm when we got in. I opened his door and let him get in and shut it behind him before getting in on the drivers side.
 “Why is winter so cold!” I exclaimed as I put the key in the ignition, he laughed at my question and shook his head 
“It has something to do with the earth's tilt in the winter months so the sun doesn’t have as much of an impact as it does in the summer.” He said, 
“It was a rhetorical question, but I’m not surprised you have an answer.” 
“What can I say? Science is my specialty.” He said, I just shook my head and pulled out of the parking space.
 “Are there even any drive in theaters in Japan?” I asked, 
“I honestly don’t know, I think so, but that could just be a western thing.”
“It’s getting a little late, I have a fight to train for and you might have patients to take care of. So let’s get you home.” I said taking the way back to Ikebukuro.
“I still don't want you to fight that fight.” 
“It’ll be okay, I want to get an actual job and not have my job just be a fight for survival.” 
“I’ll support you but I just don’t like seeing you hurt. I want to be there, I’ll bring my medical kit, just in case you need immediate attention.” 
“Alright whatever makes you happy.” I said with a small smile, he turned on the radio and we vibed for a second until something stupid came on so I connected my phone when we were at a stoplight. Bopping to my own playlist we finally made it back to his place, I parked in the front. 
“I really enjoyed today with you even if in the beginning you kinda ditched me for the tour guide.” I said
 “I did not ditch you for the tour guide, I was simply interested in what she had to say about the stuff there.” 
“You totally did. I was just following behind you two just sad as can be.” He rolled his eyes and playfully smacked my chest
 “Oh! Man down, man down! I think I’m gonna need medical attention! If only there was a doctor on the scene!” I exclaimed while clutching my chest playfully 
“Luckily for you, I’m a doctor. Why don’t you step into my office?” He said playing along with me 
“Don’t mind if I do.” I said getting out of the car, walking around it and opening his door. He led me into his apartment, it was going to be a great night that was for sure.
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hahafebruary · 3 years
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【All of Durarara!! Light Novel Volume Covers: Part I】
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Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Durarara!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Orihara Izaya/Reader, Heiwajima Shizuo/Reader, Kadota Kyouhei/Reader, Karisawa Erika/Reader, Yumasaki Walker/Reader, Togusa Saburou/Reader, Sonohara Anri & Reader, Celty Sturluson & Reader, Ryuugamine Mikado & Reader, Kida Masaomi & Reader Characters: Reader, Orihara Izaya, Heiwajima Shizuo, Ryuugamine Mikado, Kida Masaomi, Sonohara Anri, Celty Sturluson, Kadota Kyouhei, Yumasaki Walker, Togusa Saburou, Karisawa Erika, Kishitani Shinra, Simon Brezhnev, Orihara Mairu, Orihara Kururi, Yagiri Namie, Tanaka Tom, Horada (Durarara!!), Kuronuma Aoba, Heiwajima Kasuka Additional Tags: Female Reader, Not Canon Compliant, Romance, Humor, POV Female Character, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, i try to work stuff in as i can so uh, bear with me, also reader is like college freshman age no pedophilia in these parts no ma'am, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, any "& reader" relationships are PLATONIC, Mild Blood Summary:
(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.
(drrr! x reader)
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discoten · 4 years
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!Kidnapped S/o!
Izaya and Masaomi rescue a kidnapped significant other
Requested by !anon!
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Izaya
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LMAO YOU THINK THOSE BASTARDS REALLY GONNA SURVIVE AFTER THEY KIDNAPPED IZAYA’S SIGNIFICANT OTHER
When Izaya’s first informed of your kidnapping he gets quiet for a moment, and anyone in the room with him is left there in awkward silence for a few moments
And then, he bursts out into manic laughter, banging his fist on his desk and further plunging his guests into awkwardness
Izaya is asked if he’d like to send out someone to retrieve you. He simply replies with a no, and tells Namie to see them out
He already knows who took you and where you were. It was simple really. Recently he noticed a few lowlife bastards dig a little too deep into his personal life while Izaya was trailing their affiliated gang
He knew that they had taken you to their hideout [street thugs were always predictable, he had noticed], and was planning on taking his sweet sweet time in getting to you
Anything they did to you was going to be done to them tenfold anyways
He’ll stroll in casually, and give a smug smile to the guy holding a knife against your throat; a measly attempt to threaten him into backing off
Izaya starts walking towards them, the men too stunned to do anything but watch
“Do you really expect to get away when you fools took my favorite human?”
He kills them in front of you. For good measure too, he kills their gang’s leader as well, subsequently taking the crown as the green hearts’ leader
Izaya got his queen[even if you aren’t a female he would refer to you as the queen, as he rules as king] back, and gained a new set of pawns to use in his schemes
What better outcome could he ask for?
Masaomi
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We saw how he reacted when Anri was attacked
And how he reacted when the Saki incident occured
Masaomi is both pissed and paranoid
Would’ve gone in suicidal if it weren’t for Kadota agreeing to help take you back
The whole ride to the gang’s hideout, Masaomi is terrified. Another person he loves is suffering because of the life he chose
He flinches when his cellphone rings, not wanting to pick it up until he’s absolutely sure it’s a number he knows [spoiler alert, it was just Mikado asking for some homework answers]
Kadota and friends attempt to consol Masaomi, but his mind is too focused on worrying for your safety
I mean, you were taken by a gang! There’s no way you weren’t hurt
He’s clenching the crowbar he brought so tightly, Erika was asking him if he could break it
When they get to the hideout, Masaomi freezes up
A swift hit to the back of his head takes him back to reality, the reality where he needs you and where you currently need him
He sees you there, laying tied up as street thugs rummage though your bag
Masaomi today still thanks the lord that you weren’t hurt at all
But babby boy is still pissed, and goes to take the thugs on by himself. There were only like three anyways he’s a stronk man
He almost beats them half to death for dare trying to take someone precious form him before he realizes that you’re still in the room
Masaomi unties you and gives you a big ole smooch, carrying you bridal style to the van and kicking away the bloodied crowbar
!Hallo! Thank you sm for the compliment on the previous Durarara post (o^^o) Apologies if Masaomi’s character is a little OOC >.<
Enjoy~~
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bunnyseahorse-blog · 3 years
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if you are looking for Progressively Stitched, please know that  I did end up combining the two fics awhile ago, because I had never written a really big story before and wanted to. The links to Progressively Stitched don’t work as the work has been deleted, but all parts of it and the original work can be found at this link. Sorry for the confusion and thanks for reading!!
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justdancekid · 4 years
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What Your Favorite Durarara Ship Says About You
MikaMasa (Mikado/Masaomi): Your Ideal Relationship Dynamic Is Guys Being Dudes (What's Better Than This?)
MikAnri (Mikado/Anri): You Just Want Good Things For Anri And Really, Who Wouldn't?
MasAnri (Masaomi/Anri): You Want To Get Hit On By Masaomi Kida
MikaMasaAnri (Mikado/Masaomi/Anri): You're Just Here For Some Hilarious Hijinxs With Trios
Shizaya (Shizuo/Izaya): You Think The Key To A Good RomCom Is Making Sure The Main Couple Hates Eachother For A Good 1/3 Of The Movie, At Least
Shelty (Shinra/Celty): You Like The Roomates Fics But You Pile That With Cannon Validation
WalkErika (Walker/Erika): You're Just Here For Some Otakus You Can Relate To
KadoSabu (Kadota/Saburo): Your Ideal Relationship Dynamic Is Team Mom/Team Dad
Samon (Saburo/Simon): You're Always A Sucker For Characters Who Are In Desperate Need For More Screentime
Sejika (Seji/Mika): Either You Want A Yandere GF Or You Want To Be A Yandere GF
MaSaki (Masaomi/Saki): You Just Want Good Things For Saki. And Really, Who Wouldn't? Except For Him, But To Be Honest, He Dosen't Want Good Things For Anybody
ShizuTom (Shizuo/Tom): This Is The Same Joke As Mikado And Masaomi, But You're Also A Firm Believer In The Inherent Eroticism Of Inpulse Controls
Shizuorona (Shizuo/Vorona): Your Ideal Relationship Dynamic Is Beauty And The Beast
Celzuo (Celty/Shizuo): You're Always A Sucker For Having A Friend To Talk About Your Problems
Anrika (Anri/Erika): Your Ideal Relationship Dynamic Is Girls Being Friends, Gals Being Pals
Sanri (Anri/Saika): You're Not A Monster F*cker, Yet Somehow, Your Ideal Relationship Dynamic Is The Plot Of The Movie Venom
Naji (Namie/Seji): I Could Give You The Benefit Of The Doubt And Say You Just Want Good Things For Namie, Which I Mean Fair. But Actually I Should Just Say "Stay Away From Your Brother!"
Oriharcest (Mairu/Kururi): You... Are One Sick F*ck!
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bloodyspade0000 · 4 years
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𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮
Fandom:
Durarara!!
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Psychological horror, Urban Fantasy, Supernatural, Action, Mystery/ Thriller, Shounen, Shouen Ai
Summary:
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"𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵... 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦...."
♤~♤~♤~♤
Ran decides to get his act together and try to be a better older brother. But, things aren't easy when Aoba wants nothing to do with him and avoids him like the plague.
However, when Ran gets dragged into the hell lurking behind the closed doors of thier house, Aoba has no choice to let him in.
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Who is in control?
The link
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king-mike1 · 3 years
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Ask/blog
Me: I won't lie, I want my blog to have a theme. Sadly, my interest changes a lot.
Shizuo: Argh! This is pissing me off. Just spit it out already!
Me: Oh, uh, I guess... What I'm trying to say is-
Izaya: Well, Shizu-chan, let him go on his own pace. I wouldn't think a Protozoan like you would understand... Patience~
Shizuo: Hah!?!
Me: GUYS LET ME FINISH!!
Shizuo & Izaya: ...
Me: This blog will be shifting to a Durarara ask blog. Of course, I will still post my same content and the content here now will stay but it will be more Shizaya and Durarara. Ask whatever you want. (I honestly don't care because it's not me you're asking😈)
Shizuo whispered: Sadist
Izaya: This will be quite amusing~
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