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izaya, dazai, and mori reacting to their s/o experiencing a major burnout to the point where they needed extensive medical attention due to their overall health plummeting due stress and fatigue. this is me rn ;-; im so overworked yet so underpaid lmfao thank you so much in advance! 💗
A/N: Hi, thank you so much for the long wait! I hope your situation has become better :( give my dear their rest and money🔪 I'm sorry Mori's part is a bit short compared to the others, but I hope you like it💖
Izaya:
Izaya loves all humans equally, but you're the exception as his favorite one and Shizuo being his least favorite.
With Izaya's special interest in human beings and his well-crafted observation skills, it didn't go unnoticed by him how you were becoming more tired and less happy step by step. The part of him that loved to observe humans was fascinated and wondered how far you could be pushed, but then again- you are his favorite.
Izaya only realizes you need extensive medical treatment after he returns from an underground job. If you haven't moved in with him already, Izaya will throw all his charm (or manipulation skills, really, who cares about the details?) into convincing you to stay at his place. Being an information broker and professional chaos lover has provided Izaya with enough money to spoil you rotten.
The question is whether he'll let you go back to work. And if you manage to convince him to let you go back to work, he's going to do a full background check on the company and its people.
Izaya has a hard time admitting this to you, himself, or anyone really, but seeing you become this fragile scared him. It's a feeling he immediately tries to shove away, but it only leads to him being more protective of you.
During your assigned recovery, you'll catch Izaya chuckling to himself. There are just so many fun possibilities to ruin your boss' life! Should he destroy it brick by brick? Or should he wreck it in one go? Whatever it is, it'll be cruel and twisted and fun. Your boss didn't think they could get away with treating his favorite little human like this, hm?
One thing is for certain: no matter how Izaya is going to destroy your boss' life, it'll be done through cyber damage. Izaya would rather not leave your side. He has been very cheery and confident around you, never giving you a sign of the fear he felt when he saw you turn into a burned-out version of yourself. But he has you tucked in bed and you just have to say it and he gives you anything you want. Izaya has Namie assist him in taking care of you, too.
Izaya does drop hints here and there about how he's going to be responsible for your boss' life taking a bad turn. If you try to confront him about this or prevent him from doing so, Izaya is going to ask you for a good explanation as to why not. It may even lead to a discussion, however, no reason will leave him satisfied. You've already gotten hurt, so the damage is already done and there's nothing the boss can do to make up for it except pay for it with his sins. Izaya can say he'll let it go, but you know he won't. If anything, he's more excited to start. Nobody messes with his favorite human except him.
Dazai:
Dazai puts great value in the one he gained but would never want to lose. It's one of the reasons he pays so much attention to you; he knows things about your behavior that even you are unaware of.
That's why Dazai is the first to observe how you're slowly burning out. He encourages you to copy his work ethic (lying on a couch and letting your partner do all the work), but he never convinces you no matter how much he tries to tug at your strings.
But when Dazai comes home from a mission he had to travel for and sees you so burned out to the point of needing extensive medical care, he was livid and scared. From the inside, that is. From the outside, he'd be calm and reassuring, even cheery once you feel better.
Dazai would insist that he stays home with you to become your personal nurse. He would cling onto you whenever you want to leave the bed, claiming you were on bed rest, which automatically meant he was on bed rest, too.
He'd take care of you in his own silly way. He makes you laugh, distracts you from the tiredness, buys you the biggest teddy bear you've seen in your life, and prevents you from doing anything.
Nonetheless, there's going to be a time you need to get back to work. Once you do, you notice something strange about your boss. It's like they are a whole new person. They offer you tea or coffee the minute you step in, push out a nervous chuckle that's supposed to sound friendly, and say you can take a break whenever you feel like you need one. It wouldn't take long for you to realize there was something off... and you could tell who was behind it.
When confronting Dazai though, expect him to be packed in denial. "Me?" He answers with doe eyes that scream innocence and surprise, which means he was definitely not innocent nor surprised. "Do I look like someone who would threaten your boss? I was taking care of you all that time!" Yes Dazai, you look like that type of person. But the latter was true since you cannot point out a moment he must have had a talk with your boss. Dazai had taken his role as your personal nurse very seriously to the point he rarely had been out of your sight.
Dazai knows you'd have to let it go eventually because you have no evidence against him. Even if you did find the courage to ask your boss if your boyfriend had talked to him, the boss wouldn't slip up. The only evidence you have is the fear in your boss' eyes when mentioning your boyfriend and the sly but satisfied smile you caught on Dazai's face when he knew he got away with it.
Mori:
Being the boss of the port mafia is a time-consuming job, especially when you're almost at war with another underground organization. It's why Mori, who is always eager to spoil you rotten, wasn't there to see how work was affecting you for the worst.
Mori made sure the upcoming threat was nothing more but forgotten dust, and one look at you after he came back made him want to do the same to your boss. You could see it in his expression, how it changed from excitement to surprise to deadly and back to soft but cheery in the span of a few seconds.
Absolutely takes this opportunity as an excuse to spoil you rotten more than he already does. After all, who can take better care of you than himself, the doctor who loves you the most?
The doctor in him comes out; checking your vitals, making sure you eat and drink, assigning you time to rest but also to go out and make a little walk with him. And oh, look what a cute thing he bought for you the other day! Yeah, it wouldn't be Mori if he didn't take this opportunity to buy new clothes for you and to doll you up as much as you let him.
Mori will offer to bring harm to your boss as if it's a sweet declaration of love. Whatever your answer, he makes sure your boss learns their lesson.
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Hello. Some headcanons of Izaya dating S/O, who willingly helps him in his plans, please?
S/O Helps With His Plans
Fandom: Durarara
Character(s): Izaya Orihara
Type of Request: Headcanons
Note(s): Oh Izaya. I still would like to strangle him 🥰
The funny thing is that you don't help him with his plans. Even if you're willing, he never tells you his true plans and gives you little tasks to do to throw you in the path of his actual plans.
He won't (always) put you in danger. But does like the idea of sending you to get fatty tuna at the same time a burglary is about to take place just to see how you react to it.
Even if he does tell you his plans so you can "help", you only know the surface level. He doesn't connect any dots for you. Just states that you're better at being someone for him to admire than him filling your head with things a human won't understand.
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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.
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Shizuo's Part 3 Download
Shizuo part 3 is finally here!
Per usual, the password is "Pudding". The guide for his part 3 is also in the description of the download page on Itch.io.
We hope you enjoy Shizuo's part 3!
#ikebukuro records#fangame#durarara#dating sim#drrr cast#drrr#shizuo heiwajima#shizuo#english otome#we'll work on the art for Masaomi's route first and hopefully release it throughout the summer#shizuo x you#shizuo x reader#female mc
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Human Desires
Warning: Stalker au! mention of accident, murder and loss of significant other at the hands, of stalker izaya
Izaya’s hobbies was manipulating and messing with people for his own entertainment. A skilled underground information broker, settled amidst the sleepless city streets of Tokyo, Japan.
The broker, had a infinity for attracting broken or lost individuals. Like many that encountered and sought out Izaya, you also had a strained relationship with your peers, and family. But unlike the many that he coherent into a pact with false narratives and manipulation you seemed unfazed, almost immune to his ploy in extorting your current situation. He was surprised when the topic never came up. But by now it had been years, and you stated no interest in such dealings.
You lived a mediocre life yet you wished to live, honestly and it baffled Izaya to no end. You just wanted someone to talk to, and Izaya fit the bill. You regularly chatted with him online, about your day. You started telling him all about your life that brought about the notion of seeking out someone trustworthy to confide in. And your luck ran out when you believed Izaya was someone you could put your total trust in.
All your dirty little secrets, he knew them by heart. How you came from a wealthy family. How your father was estranged with the Awakuzas dispute being a powerful figure head in the political scene. How you ran away from home at the age of sixteen because there was talks of a arranged marriage. How you got far as Saitama before you were dragged back home by your father’s henchmen. How you got estranged in a color gang war, by just being at the wrong time and place. How you were kidnapped in your final year of high school by human traffickers, and were saved by kyohei and the van gang. But most importantly how, your boyfriend was involved with illegal dealings that subsequently left him comatose, at Raira general hospital.
How despite living a very sad, pathetic and miserable life you seemed content just to see the sun rise. How you were just content to live another day, and honestly; your positive go lucky attitude set off something within the information broker. But as such luck would give, it soon was lost when he found out you were out in ikebukuro cozying up to that monster, shizuo.
And this just want’s except-able , this was just something Izaya wasn’t gonna let slide, oh no; it was far from alright. So he decided he was going to pay you a visit, regardless if you liked it or not.
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The only source of light came from the shallow lights bouncing off the street lamps. The atmosphere was chill. He was crossing the street, stalking toward you. The tips of your ears flushed a bright red, and your chest caved with a slight tug. You chewed on his lower lip in anticipation and your body froze under his predator gaze.
“Sir— I’m sorry, but we’re closed.”
“Ahh that’s to bad, I was really looking forward to trying some of that delicious coffee you make, (Y/n)-chan.”
“Oh sorr— wait do I know you?”
“If I recall correctly this is our first time meeting.”
“Then, how do you know my name?”
“I have my ways.”
“So tell me darling (Y/n)-chan, how’s that boyfriend of yours?”
“Wha— who exactly are you?!”
“Aww why so surprised, sweetheart?”
The atmosphere was rigid. You stilled your sights upon him, who was towering over you. The words that were so heavily engraved in his mind overflow with curiosity and suspense slipped off of his lips, out onto the world.
“On your way to the hospital (Y/n)-chan? Why do you even bother? You know, he’s as good as dead.”
A underlying uneasiness settle in the atmosphere, and the deafening beating of your heart drove that sensation into hysterics. A wide grin which was cast across his face, exhibited his amusement. His eyebrows scrunched up together, and his eyes held a predator gaze.
“I made sure of it.” He says in a taunting tone, as his lips quirk up into a sickly smile.
As he spoke all you could hear was the pitter patter of the rain, against the window. He held a crimson soaked blade within his grasp. As he walked closer to you, he clasped down on the bloody blade; and began sliding it against your cheek. Ready to strike down his prey at any time. His teeth lingered on his bottom lip, chewing in anticipation with the thrill of a mad man.
He leaned against the doorframe, and tilted his head to the side, and nestled his bloody blade harshly against your cheek before trailing it down your exposed neck.
Izaya soon caught a glimpse of your now tear stained cheeks, the crimson dust against your ears, the trembling of your fingers and knees. You was absolutely terrified of him, and izaya was living for every minute of it.
“What, don’t tell me your unhappy about it?” He gives you a sad look for a second, before returning back to his almost inhuman behavior.
“Tell me something, exactly how long was the poor bastard gonna last sick in that hospital bed? A day? A week? Maybe a month if he was, lucky.” A maddening grin stretched across his lips, and then he let out a taunting laugh.
“And you? Tell me something, just how long were you going to wait by his bedside? Like the good obedient girlfriend you are— were? Where you going to nurse the poor bastard back to health? And for what? For him to drag you into his dirty dealings or worse, for you to end up dead in a ditch? You see, my sweet (Y/n)-chan. I just couldn’t have that slimy bastard continue to taint your innocence. I couldn’t ever, no— never, in a million years let that happen.”
Your breath hitched in your throat, and you felt all the color drain from your face. Your fingertips trembled in horror at the sight before you. Paralyzed in fear, the only thing you could do was stare back at his staggering gaze in pure terror.
“Why— are you doing this?!” The only thing you could focus on now, was the craze look in his eyes, and the way his lips twisted into a maddening grin before uttering a blood curling laugh.
“I simply love humans, and you my sweet (Y/n)-chan, you’re my absolute favorite.”
“Wha— what your saying makes absolutely, no sense whatsoever! You— your absolutely insane!”
“I suppose that’s true, but who really cares.”
Because this time around the target of Izaya’s sinister obsession is, you. And he won’t stop at nothing until he has you for himself, even if that means exploiting, betraying, torturing and eventually driving you to hysteria. Izaya doesn’t care in the slightest, because nothing else matters now that he has you. And that’s all that really matters.
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This is somewhat of a continuation of a previous work, please enjoy :)
Part 1: I simply love humans
Part 2: Human Desires
Part 3: Strange Addiction
Part 4: Game of Cat and Mouse
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1,000 Special!
Okay, so regarding getting 1,049 (updated because y’all are amazing!) followers. I want to do something special as I have a lot planned when it comes to writing and expanding to other fandoms, but due to time restraints I haven’t but I want to thank you all for staying and supporting me and my wack ass schedule. That being said, I want to finish the rest of the twisted wonderland dorms (I only need Ignihyde and Diasomnia) and then, I want to open match ups for a while! I will strive to finish the headcanons and have them posted by March 3!That being said, please refer to my match up rules here! I have been leaving and entering fandoms left and right so these are the fandoms you can request from!
Twisted Wonderland
Obey Me!
Durarara!!
Haikyu!
Jujutsu Kaisen
I want to post some content out there and explore different fandoms, but as of now these are the ones I feel I have a grasp on their characters the most! Thank you all for supporting me and my content! This event will be from March 5 - March 19!
#yandere#yandere matchup#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#yandere obey me#yandere obey me x reader#yandere twisted wonderland x reader#yandere durarara#yandere durarara x reader#yandere drrr!#yandere haikyuu#yandere haikyu#yandere haikyu x reader#yandere jjk#yandere jjk x reader#yandere jujutsu kaisen
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...Thank You for 208 Followers?!
💌 I-I don’t know how you guys are so coordinated to exactly double the number every time I check but you did? Like a month ago it was 104 how did this happen?
💌 Last time I promised to post more fics from the vault but I’m still scared of those fandoms (but hey I uploaded some Drrr & Bsd here so ya know baby steps) I'll be posting them in the next few days or so since Artfight is in full swing. That and I haven’t been able to update any of the current fics because I take Artfight very seriously. I’m still in awe at how many of you I have accumulated the x reader community is much stronger than I anticipated.
Feel free to comment or send asks if you like, for any reason too! I enjoy reading them and it’s nice to know I’m not the only one with this brainrot. I know most people are following me for a specific fandom so I’ll start making fandom tags so you can ignore other posts if you’re not in said fandom but I’m bad at tagging, I apologize in advance
I’m thinking something like “My (fandom name/abbreviation) brainrot is showing”
#again thank you all from the top of my heart or the bottom of my heart whatever one you feel is more important#i literally have so many wips to choose from in the vault#they'll go up on AO3 first since it's easier to format#im still shocked about 208 followers dude im just sitting in this corner
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Only Fools Fall - Izaya Orihara x Reader
The Gist: You like Shizuo Heiwajima. Izaya can't allow the monster to receive such affection, and thus he hatches a plan. It doesn't go smoothly.
Word count: 2.7k
Warnings: little bit of angst, really that's it...
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You liked him. A lot. So much, in fact, that sometimes you worried your poor little beating heart couldn't keep up.
He was strong. Stronger than anyone you knew, both inside and out. He took down any opponents that came his way, never showing a glimmer of fear or doubt in himself.
He was kind. Others thought him scary, intimidating... and you were ashamed to say you were no different. Until you spied him in a back alleyway after school, offering the last mouthfuls of a bottle of milk to a scraggly black kitten with no collar.
He was always trying his best, especially when he didn't succeed at something. You'd see him lingering behind after class sometimes, stopping the teacher with a notebook and a few questions.
The only problem? You were shy. You didn't even know where to begin, or what to do or say. The only conversation you'd had with him, was at school, when he turned around to ask for an eraser. You'd stuttered through a reply, and nearly jumped five feet when your finger brushed his.
But today, today you were determined to have a proper conversation with him. It was after school, and he was out in the front courtyard, smoking. A terrible habit, but you didn't mind it. His bleach blonde hair stood out like a beacon among the grass, and the smoke created a trail that led right to him.
You ran the same scenario you planned out over and over again in your head, till it stuck there like cement. When you finally got up the courage to call out his name, he glanced around, looking confused.
Shizuo Heiwajima wasn't used to feminine voices calling out his name.
You trotted over, retrieving your cellphone from your uniform pocket and fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You rubbed the dark blue fabric between your thumb and index finger, the texture sending soft, soothing signals through your nerves.
"I wasn't here yesterday, and uh, I was wondering if you'd taken the note from Ancient History? If not, don't worry, I'm sure I could get it from someone else."
Shizuo cocked his head to the side. "Yeah, I've got it. But why ask me? I'm not exactly an outstanding student." He was blunt. But, you kinda liked that kind of transparency.
Well, see, this is all a stupid lie, since I already got the note from my friend. But I concocted this whole scenario just so I could get a chance to talk to you. Wow. It sounded so much more pathetic that way. You forced a smile that turned out too shy and sheepish, "I forgot to ask someone earlier, and I just caught you on the way out of school. But if it's too much trouble-"
"No, it's fine. I left my notes at home, though..."
"Oh! That's okay, do you have your cell phone?"
The sun burned down on you as you exchanged numbers with Shizuo, who, unlike you, was utterly calm and unfazed throughout the entire situation. With a casual assurance that he'd send you pictures when you got home, he stowed away his pack of cigarettes and headed off.
You stared down at your phone for a long time. The new contact "Shizuo Heiwajima" shined back, and a shot of pride swelled in your chest. I did it. I actually did it. You jumped when someone tapped your shoulder.
"Oh? Someone looks pleased with themselves. Honestly, you're pathetic."
None other the infamous Izaya Orihara slunk around from behind you, eyes sharp and lips tugged into a contemplative frown as he studied you. After what felt like hours, he spoke again, "Hope you don't mind the sudden interrogation, but I've just got to know- what about that monster appeals to you?"
Now, it was your turn to study him. To try and figure out what is angle was, what exactly is was that he wanted.
Izaya kept on to fill the silence. "I mean, I can't understand what any human would see in a monster. And Shizu-chan's the biggest monster of them all..." Reddish brown eyes tried to pry into your soul, desperate to seek answers. Because, Shizuo wasn't supposed to have girls crushing on him- everyone should be in fear of him, the beast. But here you were, swooning over Shizuo like he was any ordinary high schooler. It had to stop. It wasn't right. No where did this fit into Izaya's vision of Shizuo Heiwajima.
You fidgeted underneath his gaze, but forced your spine to straighten and your chin to lift. You'd known Izaya Orihara for a long time, been to the same elementary and middle school as him. And you'd watched how he'd changed over the years, but one thing never did. He always kept his distance. Never got too close to anyone.
So, you sucked in a breath through your teeth and armed yourself with the truth.
"With all due respect, Orihara-san, I think you're just jealous of Shizuo, because you're too scared to love anyone."
Izaya froze. Where on earth did a quiet, shy and unassuming girl like you get the audacity to call him out? This little interrogation was supposed to be about Shizu-chan, not himself. And yet here you were, turning the table around to him. He didn't like that. Not one bit.
The third year's gaze darkened to something cunning and malicious, but instead of scurrying away in fear like you were supposed to, your lips parted and your eyes softened. You had a near maternal shimmer in your eyes, like you were trying to comfort a child.
"I'm sorry," you spoke, a pastel kind of apology and unwavering genuine quality he couldn't see through- because there was no trick, no hidden motive. "It was the truth, but I shouldn't have said it. I'm sorry."
In that moment you saw right through him. And, he hated you for it.
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Izaya watched you hopelessly chase after Shizuo Heiwajima over the next couple of weeks, and pondered every which way that he could make your life miserable. But then, an idea caught. Perhaps his goal should be the opposite. If he could play you like a fiddle, not only would he take you away from the monster, but, he'd also prove that no one could get the better of him.
So instead of making your life trash, he'd shower you in the love you so desperately craved, and steal you away from Shizuo all the while.
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You fretted over Izaya Orihara the next couple of days, and deeply regretted what you'd said. Not really because it hurt him- many would argue that he deserved to be hurt- but because you'd just made an enemy out of him. Izaya was, well... he was Izaya. That was not a good thing. He was the worst person, even worse than Shizuo, to make an enemy out of, and you'd gone and pissed him right off.
Third year of high school was gonna be hell.
That week, you kept your head down, and stayed away from Shizuo temporarily. Because wherever Shizu-chan went, so did Izaya.
The fledgling info broker caught you on your way to your last class.
"(Name)!" He piped up, a smile as false as ever plastered on his face as he matched your pace. You quickened your stride and tugged your books closer.
Again a shocking confidence came with ease. You wish you could keep your mouth shut. "Izaya, what do you want?"
He smiled. "Just your time. What are you doing tonight?"
Tonight? What am I doing... oh. I get it.
"No, Orihara."
"No to what? That's not a proper answer, you know,"
"I know. But I also know why you're asking, and so the answer's no."
"Oh? And pray tell, why am I asking?" He drawled back, shoulder bumping against yours as the pair of you navigated the busy hallways of Raijin.
"Because you don't want to lose to Shizuo, that's why. I'm not going to be another one of your pawns, and whether you like it or it or not, I like Shizuo. You're just going to have to live with it, Orihara."
For a moment, the noir haired boy was at a loss. But like always, Izaya was quick to recover. "Perhaps. But did you ever think that maybe I am interested in you? Just you, nothing to do with Shizu-chan. You know, a girl's never quite talked to me in the nature that you did the other week, and how can you blame me for wanting to know more about such a unique human?"
"Whatever you say, Orihara. Excuse me, but I'm going to be late to class." You chuckled, like he'd told a funny joke. Then you brushed past him like a ghost before he could catch you.
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Izaya's ploys for affection didn't cease.
The next week, he followed you around during lunch, successfully scaring off all of your friends. Then a couple days later, he invited you for dinner. You declined. Not long after, he wrote you the most beautifully constructed poem you'd ever read. He should've entered it into a contest, or something.
You pondered, not for the first time, how deeply Izaya must hate Shizuo Heiwajima. Going to such lengths for the sake of taking something from Shizuo...
Today, you'd artfully evaded him at school, and spent some time after class in the library. It was time to crack open the biology textbook, and start studying.
Twenty minutes later... and you snapped your pencil in half.
"Stupid biology... stupid phospholipid bilayer..."
"Struggling, are we?"
You jumped at first, then turned to cast a glare over your shoulder. "Oh, it's just you, Orihara. Could you pass on the antics for today? I really have to focus or I'm gonna fail this test." Flipping to the next page in the textbook, you turned back to your notebook and retrieved a new pencil. The library was empty except for the two of you. God knows where that useless librarian of yours had wandered off to now.
"Fail? Nonsense, not when you have me as your tutor," he took an unwelcome seat in the chair next to you. You made a loose shooing motion with your hand and shook your head.
"Nope. No way. I'm not letting this happen." You didn't know if you were speaking more to him or yourself.
Izaya smiled, all pearly whites, "don't be childish, biology is my expertise."
"Everything is your damn expertise," you muttered under your breath.
He took the snide remark as a compliment and grinned, "ah, learning about the bilayer? Well, it seems complicated at first, but if you look at it this way..." He'd snatched your pencil and started writing in his own neat scripture below yours, putting your penmanship to shame. His voice was constant and calming as he spoke, and you found yourself allowing him to shift a little closer, and you didn't even comment when his knuckle brushed yours.
All in all, you were shocked to admit that you'd enjoyed spending time with him.
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Today you'd done it. Izaya had watched from afar, face lighting with a smile as Shizu-chan rejected you. You'd spent two months working up the nerve, all for Shizuo to say a simple no. But what irked him was that the smile wasn't simply one of hate towards his dear Shizu-chan, but one of relief directed to yourself.
It didn't make sense. And, he didn't want it to.
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Izaya didn't understand why, but even after facing rejection, you continued to pine after Shizuo, like nothing had changed at all. The most obvious obstacle apparently meant nothing to you.
That afternoon Izaya leaned against the school's hard exterior with a yawn as a mousy third year confessed her love to him. He typically liked to play around with the girls when this happened, and he liked to see how long it took before he could make them cry. Not that he had anything against them, just that it was entertaining to see the limits at which he could push his dear humans.
But the longer he stared at this girl, the more her features began to tweak and twist into a very familiar person... you. He imagined how he'd react if it were you standing here and giving the confession instead. Instead of the expected disgust and slight humour, he felt a warmth swell somewhere within his icy heart. It threatened to thaw the ice, and that was not okay.
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Very abruptly, Izaya stopped with the advances. It had been almost four months of his continued attempts and ploys for your affection, and now that he'd seemingly vanished... well, you kinda missed his company.
When he wasn't plotting or scheming, he was actually an okay guy to be around.
Maybe he's finally given up...?
For some odd reason, that thought made you very sad.
One day your feet brought you to his favourite rooftop spot before your brain could catch up. Sure enough, there he stood, waving off a group of guys as you approached.
"I'm afraid I can't entertain you today, I'm a little busy." Izaya replied smoothly.
"Oh please, you harassed me against my will for months, you can put up with me for a few minutes."
Smiling bitterly, he raised his hands in mock surrender. So, you went on.
"You finally throw in the towel, Orihara? Realize that my feelings for Shizuo are so out of your league?" Enunciating your words just enough to bug him, you continued on, a light breeze taking your hair and dancing with it, "I mean, there must be a reason you suddenly dropped out of my life, right?"
Izaya didn't answer right away, instead he turned to stare past the rooftop fence and out at the city. Horns honked, lights blinked, and buildings buzzed. You took time to look at him. Like, really look at someone. When you actually look at someone, you can find so many unique things. For example, his eyes- were they brown or red? You couldn't tell. How unique. Izaya's complexion was flawless, it was highly suspicious that you'd never once caught a single pimple on his face. His hair was nice too, it looked silky- you had a sudden urge to run your fingers through it.
Izaya's voice broke your trance.
"I stand by what I said a few months ago... you're a unique human."
"That doesn't answer my question," you quipped.
"You want an answer so badly? Fine, I gave up. Simple as that. Shizu-chan can have you, for all I care. Oh, wait. That's right, he doesn't want you."
Ouch. Clearly someone was upset. Your eyes narrowed, gaze growing heavy.
"You know how I said you were too scared to love someone?" He didn't answer, "well what if I told you I could relate to that?" Because I don't want to love a guy like you. But I think I might be-
"-then I'd say that's silly, since you're still pining after Shizu-chan."
"I wasn't talking about Shizuo."
The air prickled, charged with electricity. Both parties stood their ground, neither of you refusing to give in to the other. Finally, you spoke back up.
"You're a really crappy guy, you know that? Every time I turn around you're plotting something, always busy ruining someone's day. Don't you ever get tired of it?"
When he spoke, his voice was light as a feather. "Tired of what?"
"Of holding back, of limiting yourself to observing humanity but not allowing yourself to be among them were you belong. Isn't it exhausting?"
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he decided to take your advice against all of his better judgement, and let go once, if only for a few fleeting seconds. The kiss was slow, your lips soft. He didn't want to pull back, because he knew this would be the last time he got to experience this- this feeling, without holding himself back.
With the desperate nature of the kiss, he guessed you knew that just as well as he did, that this would be the exception to his golden rule. A brief, fleeting window that was about to pass.
As brief as it was, you let yourself love Izaya Orihara with all you had.
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idk if you’re still doing the flower event thingy, but i would love to see what’s your perspective on izaya and the flowers i pick are, petunia, aster, verbena, and zinnia. 👀👀👀
thank u so much!
It's been a while since I've written for the husbando. Thank you for the request!
❁ Petunia — How would they tell them they are in love? Where?
Ha…
Izaya is never going to give a proper confession—his s/o is just going to have to learn to read between the lines
His s/o might realize when Izaya spends much more time with them than he does any of his other “precious humans,” showing up inexplicably and pestering them with a plethora of random personal questions and teasing remarks
Or maybe when Izaya begins to refer to them as his “favorite” and claims he needs to protect "his human" from the “many bad guys” in Ikebukuro (as if he isn’t one himself)
Surely by the time their clothing occupies half of the information broker’s large closet and there’s a shiny new silver key on their keychain they realize Izaya’s true intentions...right?
❁ Aster — How they are like? They change when their S/O is around?
To most people—including his s/o—Izaya does not seem to change around anyone
He always maintains his playful, pseudo-childish behavior regardless of the company (unless, of course, that damned flea is being particularly annoying...)
However, only a select few who are very familiar with Izaya and particularly observant notice the subtle changes when he is around his s/o. Namely: Izaya’s protectiveness, similarly to how he treats his sisters. He is always looking out for potential threats when his s/o is around, careful to keep them away from the people who would be willing to hurt them to get to Izaya
❁ Verbena — How are morning with them like?
He is also more likely to do things for his s/o without expecting anything in return. With anyone else Izaya would never offer any favors for free. Izaya is manipulative and an avid user of blackmail. He only does what benefits him, whether it’s for his own personal gain or merely entertainment . No one has received help from Izaya without it being used against them later in some way
It is extremely rare that his s/o sees Izaya in the mornings. He is usually gone before they wake up, his side of the bed ice cold. Whether he is out running errands, surveying the city, or working in his home office, Izaya is almost always on the move as soon as he wakes up
On the rare case he does sleep in (after a particularly tiring night or an anniversary), his s/o may catch a brief moment of Izaya with his guard down, eyelashes fluttering faintly against his pale cheeks and lips slightly parted as he breathes softly
However, Izaya will wake up unexpectedly and catch his s/o staring so they should be prepared for an ample amount of teasing!
❁ Zinnia — How they are in bed?
As expected, Izaya’s teasing does not stop at the bedroom door
He will praise his s/o in a way that almost sounds condescending, thoroughly enjoying the way they flush and squirm under his gaze
Izaya is not gentle but he’s not very rough either—all of his touches are firm and full of intent. He will manipulate his s/o's pliant body to get the exact reaction he desires. Sometimes this can mean orgasm denial or overstimulation…
He’s not really a possessive guy but he sometimes will mark his s/o in inconvenient places just to see their embarrassment the next day as they try to hide their neck in the middle of summer
🌼this event has ended🌼
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How do you think Shizuo would deal with a s/o, he sometimes comes to s/o when injured like if it’s not severe enough for Shinra to patch him up. They don’t usually scold him and tend to cheer him up after a bad day. And he one day is like “Glue would be just fine. It’s nothing to worry about” and s/o pouts and lovingly scolds him for the first time “Don’t put glue on your wounds that’s how you’d lose a limb”? (His comment about using glue on his wounds made me write this xD he’s 100% serious too).
S/O Reaction to Their Injuries
FANDOM: Durarara
Character(s): Shizuo Heiwajima
Type of Request: Headcanons
Note(s): As much as I love Shizuo, I tear my hair out with his ideas of medical care.
Shizuo
He makes these types of comments to his S/O all the time and in return they threaten to put him in a giant bubble or duct tape bubble wrap to him to try and keep him safe.
Seriously, his S/O doesn’t mind helping him but when he makes comments about that there’s definitely concern for his health and then he feels a tad guilty for scaring his S/O.
Honestly I can see Shizuo as only going to Shinra just because he doesn’t want to worry or upset his S/O with his injuries, no matter how small.
If he absolutely has to then he goes to his S/O (or he continues about his day like nothing happened).
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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......
...m....ly........
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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.
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"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?
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Shizuo’s part 2 has been released!
The team had a lot of fun planning this announcement artwork, as we couldn’t resist throwing in this meme.
If Shizuo didn’t do what he did during a certain scene, you all might have had to take the dominant approach, dear players!
Per usual, the password is “Pudding”. You can download part 2 here!
We hope you enjoy part 2 of Shizuo’s route! Depending on how things go, Shizuo’s part 3 might come out around his birthday as well!
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hi may i request headcanons with shizuo with a tiny fem! s/o? Like she's 4.8 thx
frequently picked up by shizuo. he does it so casually too. they’re walking around town together and his s/o is standing at some display window for too long? a “let’s get going” won’t help? pick ‘em up and keep going.
piggy back rides, too.
convenient when they need someone to pick something up that’s too high up. convienient for shizuo when he drops something and has them pick it up for him with ease.
catch shizuo still being the little spoon from time to time when the two are cuddling
their... hands... are so TINY??? their whole hand just melts in his PALM
although he initially hated the idea of it, once he saw his s/o wearing one of his shirts and practically drowning in it, he won’t ever complain if they steal his clothes.
shizuo always gets their clothing size wrong too. sometimes he buys them a cute print tee or fuzzy socks or anything that reminds him of them as a present, but it’s always too big on them. still damn cute either way.
head pats!!!
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i want to hold shizuo's hand >.<
"I don't get you..but sure. Here."
Do it. Hold his hand. Do it, you coward!
Apparently a lot of people want to hold hands with Shizuo XD i mean, i get it. Anyway this was in regards to this post where I asked Shizuo stans to tell me what they would do if they were hanging out with Shizuo. I've only gotten three replies and i want at least 15 before I start getting into the platonic reader insert fic. Please say something even if someone else has said it! That just means I'll definitely implement it somehow! Race age gender height weight doesn't matter! All you have to do to reply is be a fan of Shizuo!! It's platonic only!!
DNI queer exclusionists and proshippers
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You do headcanons? If so Could you do headcanons/scenarios with Izaya, Shizuo, and Chikage with a Lazy!S/O who literally spends all day caught up in their own little world and whatever they feel in the moment? like they will randomly stop and take a nap in the middle of the street of out of nowhere (or just lie there watching clouds) and even far prefers fast food/takeout to homemade/restrunts simply because it's less 'effort' May also always wear tank tops, shorts, and hoodies lol
LMAO THATS LITERALLY ME 💃🏻💃🏻 finally someone who requested chikage, I love him
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Headcannon + Mini Drabble | Izaya, Shizuo & Chikage With A Lazy S/O
Pairing: Izaya x Gn!Reader, Shizuo x Gn!Reader, Chikage x Gn!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Poorly Proofread
⚠️???Spoilers???⚠️
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Izaya Orihara
Izaya constantly (fake) complains about your laziness. You better have lots of patience ‘cause this man will poke/tickle you to snap you out of your little dream world.
He uses your laziness as an excuse to cuddle you because “there’s nothing else you want to do other than lay around all day.” lmao you never said that but let a man dream.
He will make you wear his clothes. It boosts his ego so HARD. He may or may not buys shirts a size bigger just to say you drain in them.
Izaya adores your legs. Whenever he sees your bare legs, he either puts his hand on your thighs and start caressing your soft skin. He also loves having them wrapped around his head. Play with his hair and he’s a goner.
On a warm and sunny afternoon you and your boyfriend Izaya decided to go out and eat something. You claimed cooking something yourself is way too time consuming. Izaya didn’t fight you on that, so you two decided to go to Russian Sushi.
On your way, Shizuo crossed path with you and your man. We all know Shizuo is not very fond of Izaya, so Izaya told you to wait here as he took care of the ‘monster.’
You nodded your head and started looking for a quiet spot to wait for Izaya. After finding a spot under a big tree, you lied down on the green grass and clutched your belongings into your izayas hoodie and closed your eyes for a little nap.
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You slowly started to wake up at the sounds of engines and people talking loudly. You yawned and opened your eyes. “So you finally decided to wake up, sleeping beauty.” A male voice said and you snapped your head towards the voice. Only to be met with the sight of Izayas sharp jawline.
He was holding you in a piggyback. You blushed at the thought of him carrying you through whole ikebukuro and snuggled your head into his neck. Chuckling at your little affectionate, he continued carrying you to Russian Sushi. ♡
Shizuo Heiwajima
He’s surprised he got himself into a relationship in the first place. Everyone is tbh.
After discovering his s/o's low-on-energy persona he was relieved. I can’t see Shizuo liking someone very overhyped and active. He’s not the most boyfriend-material man in the world and definitely not the most active one either.
Whenever you’re beside him or far away from him he always makes sure you’re safe. He doesn’t want anyone or himself hurt his precious darling with violent actions.
He LOVES carrying your bridal style while you take your little naps. He appreciates the way you trust him so much.
He finds your spontaneous and unplanned actions cute. Some of them catch him off guard, but he usually goes along with them because they sound ‘appealing.’ He just wants to spend time with you
It’s late night. You two were half wide awake in bed talking about random things that happened that day. Shizuo was about to roll onto his side and throw an arm over your frame. But you stood up from the bed and left the bedroom within a few seconds. He groaned at your sudden disappearance but soon followed you into the comfort of your shared apartment.
You were currently standing in front of the fridge looking for some leftovers to eat. You and your man went out eating some really good hamburgers the other day. So you decided to order two more to take home with you.
As you heard the heavy footstep of your boyfriend approaching you, you grabbed a little carton of milk and put it down on the table you placed the hamburger. “Want some?” You asked as you put the hamburger in the microwave to heat up a little. “No, I’m fine with milk.” He mumbled and pushed the straw into the opening of the carton.
Chikage Rokujou
Oohhhh his fangirls were a bit sad after they found out their handsome Rocchi was dating someone. But they stood by his side anyway lmao.
I had a lot of people saying he’s the “unloyal” type. But I personally don’t think he is. He may have this kind of reputation. But if he really loves someone he’d never hesitate to push someone away.
He is a tease. A smug and cocky man that loves getting on peoples nerves. When he sees you lazing around in your apartment he always cracks a joke about you aging faster and getting a bad body posture. But his teasing always includes many hugs and kisses :D
One day you were just lying on a bench admiring the clouds. You knew your boyfriend was nearby because of the sounds of motorbikes and men laughing. You were no stranger to Toramaru. They all knew you were their leaders most adored human.
You closed your eyes for a mere minute as you suddenly felt a hat on your face. “Hey there~” a familiar male voice whispered into your ear. “Hi.” You yawned and grasp the man’s hand. Exactly knowing who he was. “Come on, pretty baby, let’s take you home~” he slurred and pulled your body up from the bench. You let out several complains as he took you by your hand and walked you two home.
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so happy that your requests are open because i’ve always wanted to request this !! can you do hcs for boyfriend shizuo ?? i never see anyone write about him:(
🍭 character, fandom, type of reader: shizuo heiwajima, durarara!!, gender neutral reader.
🍭 genre, rating: fluff, some angst ?
🍭 themes, triggers: shizuo’s insecurities 💔 shizuo being the cutest bestest boyfriend ever.
🍭 author’s note: when i tell you i got so happy when i got this request ???? shizuo was one of my first anime crushes and i know the fandom is dead but i had to add the series to my request list because it has such a special place in my heart. i could write you a 10-page essay on how much i love this man. thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy !
+ shizuo always had a crush on you but never said anything about it. he was always kind to you and you assumed it was because you never really had any issues with him. he’d see you at the coffee shop and buy you a cup of coffee but you never read into it beyond him being kind to you.
+ because of that you never really understood why everyone was so afraid of shizuo. you only knew him as this shy, lanky, blonde who always brought you coffee while you worked on your studies. when you started developing feelings for him as well, you were the one to ask him out because he’s just too damn shy.
+ it probably doesn’t register in his brain that you asked him out on a date. so he shows up to russia sushi in his usual bartender outfit. then he sees you walk in wearing something really beautiful and he’s immediately flustered because it finally clicks in his head that he’s on a date with you.
+ when the two of you start dating it’s a secret. mainly for your safety, you’re understanding about it considering you know of shizuo’s reputation. you also know if izaya were to find out he’d probably try to sabotage your relationship with him.
+ when it eventually does become public knowledge that you’re the shizuo heiwajima’s s/o... literally nobody bothers you. nobody hassles you or gives you a hard time. everyone treats you like royalty. of course there’s a few people who mess with you only to get a rise out of shizuo. he’s always quick to come to your rescue though, like your own personal superman.
+ he’s really apologetic about it. and tends to beat himself up about how everyone bothers you because of him. he’s super melodramatic. but when you assure him that it doesn’t bother you and you’re very understanding. he believes you.
+ when the two of you walk down the street he’s either holding your hand or has his arm around you. he likes the feeling of you next to him and he also likes letting everyone know that you’re his s/o.
+ you get to see shizuo in a way that no one ever gets to see him. he’s actually very lonely and incredibly touch deprived. so giving him attention and reassurance is a must. he would’ve never imagined he’d end up in a relationship, especially with someone like you.
+ he likes it when you sit on his lap and play with his hair. you take his glasses off and put them on yourself. he says you look cute in them and you tell him how handsome he looks without his glasses. the next time you see him, he’s not wearing them.
+ give him all the cuddles and all the hugs. he probably comes home from a super long day and is just exhausted. shizuo is the little spoon in moments like this. he wants you to hold him and tell him how much you love him.
+ really does his best to be the ideal boyfriend for you. you notice him in the morning struggling to make breakfast and you pretend to go back to sleep. he treats you with little gifts too. he’ll bring home a teddy bear and say, “this reminded me of you. so i bought it.”
+ shizuo is the classic gentleman type. he opens the door for you, he always picks up the tab, and if there’s a puddle he’ll pick you up so you don’t ruin your shoes. he buys you flowers and leaves you cute notes. they never make any sense, but you appreciate the sentiment.
+ on the note of picking you up, he does it a lot. he carries you bridal style or just throws you over his shoulder. every time he does he’s so gentle with you. you like to tell him that too, you like to remind him that he isn’t a monster.
+ his favorite thing in the world is your smile. he loves making you laugh even if it means he has to act like a complete fool. you probably make him do those stupid kawaii faces and since he’s a sucker for you, he always does.
+ shizuo is the jealous type and considering his anger as well as his own insecurities. you never make him jealous. in fact you praise him and tell others how much of a great boyfriend he is. you’ll be talking on the phone with some friends and shizuo overhears you talking about how much you love him. he’s quick to come to your side and give you a kiss.
+ he loves kissing you but he gets shy after. especially in public. you love seeing him blush so you purposely give him a kiss on the cheek or on the nose.
+ non mouth ( ? ) kisses are a thing. he’ll pick up your hand and kiss your knuckles. he kisses your cheek, your nose, your forehead.
+ he doesn’t get upset with you, he gets pouty with you. like lets say you’re holding his hand and you suddenly let go. he gets so whiny about it.
+ he’s honestly soooooo dramatic, like you’ll tell him you can’t make it in time for dinner because of work and he’ll just be like: “i guess you don’t like me anymore.” it’s always in joking, good fun though.
+ he gives you a series of pet names but they are always the classic ones. like “honey” and “sweetheart” if you look similar or act similar to a cute animal he’ll probably call you that too. ( ex. “kitten”, “bunny” )
+ texts you back late because he can’t spell “gorgeous” correctly and probably asks celty to help him.
+ he remembers your anniversary and your birthday and he goes all out in his own special way. he’ll decorate your apartment the best he can and he’ll even get you a card. he’s so cheesy but it’s cute.
+ when he’s with you, he somehow is able to control his anger. he just feels at peace whenever you’re around him.
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