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chickensoup-4-mysoul · 1 year

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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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ah0rmone · 2 years

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Izaya Orihara x fem! reader

warnings: dubcon, public, toys (vibrator), brief threats of nonconsensual gangbang

There was a sound of an opening door and the next thing you know was Izaya pushing you further behind high boxes with some wood pieces stocked inside. While you two were hidden in a secure deadend passage, you couldn't help but feel exteme anxiety. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure that the warehouse workers would hear you any second.

"It's okay," you tried to calm yourself down. "Izaya can always talk us out of this mess."

Today your asshole of a boss came up with the weirdest work ever: both of you should have broken into one warehouse and steal some kind of papers or something like this, your boss had this vague way of talking with him leaving at least 80% of information out every time he spoke. With time you learned to ignore his ambiguity and just go with the flow.

However, as you felt the fur of his damned coat tickling your nose, you were cursing yourself for such gullibility. As you opened your mouth to demand him to take a couple of steps ahead since he had plenty of room, your ears picked up on people talking. It was four of five men discussing how they should cut something off. Apparently it was some kind of a metal pipe or something, either way it was going to get loud really soon.

"Maybe we should just reveal ourselves and go home," you whispered into Izaya's ear, tugging on his sleeve.

"Not yet," he answered with an apparent amusement in his voice.

While you were wondering what his exact plan was, a sound of metal welding bursted. That was when Izaya's intentions became as clear as a day.

To be honest, you didn't even understand what happened first, just some thing pushing into your lower area. And then you gasped in shock, feeling its slow vibrations. This asshole was pressing a vibrator into you! You tried to step back but there was nowhere to go - just a bunch of piled up carts.

When you tried catching his hand, he immediately turned back to you, handcuffing your right hand to one of the carts and grabbing your left one.

"What are you doing?" you hissed, looking him right in the eyes, but, to your fear, seeing in them nothing but enjoyment. And a bit of lust.

Instead of answering your question, he quickly unbuttoned your jeans pulling them to your knees. Now you were just in your panties, stripped and handcuffed in the middle of a lively warehouse.

"Izaya--," you pleaded, scared and, unfortunately, a little bit turned on.

He came closer, body fully pressed into yours, so that his lips brushed your ear shelf. They parted like he wanted to say something, however, nothing came out of his mouth but a stream of hot air. You shrugged, he chuckled and then the vibrations began again. Now there was nothing between your clit and a vibrator besides your thin panties.

You gasped again and tried to squirm away but to no avail - there was no room for you to maneuver, you just had to take it.

"Didn't expect you to be so obedient, (y/n) - chan," Izaya smirked. "You're barely struggling. Enjoying it a little bit too much?"

"Shut up," your voice was barely audible.

Your words didn't falter his smile, in fact, quite the opposite - it turned into a shit-eating grin you passionately hated. Quick to notice your weak resistance, Orihara set the vibrator on a higher setting.

You didn't know why but everything felt so overwhelming that you had actually started to feel aroused. Maybe you had a thing for public sex, maybe the vibrations were too strong or maybe it was your attractive manipulate piece of shit of a boss - the reason didn't matter, what mattered is that your panties became so wet you knew you would have to take them off later. Also you were so - so - so close.

Foretelling orgasm waves were slowly creeping onto you. Your eyes fell shut, lip was bit to suppress a moan. You didn't want to give Izaya luxury to see you actually enjoying it (just for the record, you weren't enjoying him anyway, it was the vibrator!). But going against Orihara Izaya was a failure from the moment such a thought even occurred to you, you knew this and, yet, allowed yourself to enjoy your little imaginary win - getting to cum and, at the same time, not getting to see your boss's face.

Abruptly the sound of metal welding stopped and so did the vibrator. Your opened eyes looked into Izaya's ones with fear and irritation. Only now it dawned upon you that you two weren't at home nor in the office - it was a public place in which you trespassed!

Orihara didn't seem to be as fazed as you, in fact, he looked like a person who was perfectly aware of the situation and who was enjoying it whole-heartedly.

"If you want to say something rude," he cut you off before you even had a chance to speak, "remember that you're handcuffed, half-naked and wet," his whisper burned your ear but his next words made you shiver. "Unless, it's a kink of yours and you would like me to go, leaving you with that fine gentlemen alone. I'd say one on one but there're clearly more than one."

"No," you pleaded quietly, rubbing your thighs together. The idea of Izaya seeing you as an obedient girl was unpleasant but the threat was terrifying. His mischievous eyes were hinting that he wasn't bluffing, he could do it for his own amusement.

"Alright, then here's the deal," you noticed that he didn't yet take off his coat, leaving both of you covered. You doubted that he would actually protect you if any unwanted spectator made it inside that passage but still felt a little bit safer. "....and if you don't I leave you here handcuffed, helpless, like a whore you are, to be enjoyed by these hard sweaty, absolutely ignorant and scary men," his lips touched your jawline.

Your stomach dropped. That little ability of yours, the one you were so proud of - shutting off Orihara's blabbing and ignoring him completely - betrayed you this time! Just as you wanted to ask him to repeat, workers were back at it, filling the air with insufferable noise, and Izaya turning on a toy again.

What did he want? Did he want you to cum? Did he want you not to cum? The threat was quite clear though and you had to pick one option. The thought process didn't take long, your body craving release even if it resulted in a less honourable ending. In this situation all you could do is to hope for the best.

After some seconds, you felt it coming - burning pleasure in your lower stomach. Izaya's words were circling inside your head. Helpless. Left to be enjoyed. Handcuffed. Wet. Whore. Your toys curled, breath hitched and, to your embarrassment and relief, you cummed. This time the sound covering your indecent doings was short- lived and ended right after Orihara turned the vibrator off. Your blank mind wandered how he could keep such a huge toy in his pocket without everybody noticing. Without you noticing.

The man's fingers ran through your sweaty hair and then he took your handcuff off. You didn't know if he did it on purpose or suddenly became clumsy because of an apparent boner inside his jeans, but the metal piece fell down with a loud clink. You froze, Izaya, on the other hand, turned around, putting his hands up and quickly got out of your little passage just to face a man.

"Hey, sorry, it's just me and my assistant here. We're working for your boss, and wanted to check whether everything is alright. Also, I'd really like to check your records on recent deliveries. My assistant?" your stomach dropped in fear. "Yeah, she's there, she's just a little bit shy, let me grab here. Here, you can read these documents while I'm doing this. Be right back!"

And there he was again standing next to you.

"Why are you so slow?" he said in displeased but cunning tone and then proceeded to step very close to you. "Oh, i see why. Here, the problem is gone. Now put on your jeans and follow me."

He cut your panties off and put them inside his pocket.

"What?" he laughed at your disbelieved gaze. "They're soaked, surely, it would be too uncomfortable to wear them now."

You wanted to argue, you really did, but you were so tired (of his bullshit too), so that you just sighed and zipped your pants back. It felt weird but tolerable. At least, your boss was a much bigger inconvenience.

"Good thing, that you cummed in time, I actually thought I'd have to leave you here," he hummed.

"But you wouldn't have actually done it?... Right?"

He just shrugged.

You really hated your boss.

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slavhew · 13 days

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coughing and hacking

Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave /

...well, better than the alternative /

Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples /

Love, Me Normally

#drrr!!#drrr #durarara!!#durarara #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #shizaya #will wood #admin draws #fanart #i hate this album (i love it to pieces) (i bought it on bandcamp and you should too)#you should also listen to it whole not just these that manifested as acute mental illness #and please please PLEASSEEE imagine izaya specifically doing an onstage monologue with that last one <3 heart love but no peace. oooh no.#i once spent an hour and a half listening to it back to back with izaya in mind and cried and shitted in hallus dms the whole time #i fucking cant stand him AND THE CURRENT BLORBO IS ALSO ADSORBING THE WILL WOOD SONGS. KILLING SELF #anyways. will wood so fucking good . please . jump in the sauce with me #edit it is now apr 18th i have now officially fucking failed in holding back the onslaught of will wood thoughts about new blorbo #lucky that i still dotn know how to translate the thoughts into an interestign visual format otherwise #it would be so fucking over already otherwise

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wawawawawawawawawawawawawa · 9 months

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izaya (who canonically watches kids' shows) would see barbie and shizuo (who's canonically very philosophical) would see oppenheimer. you agree. reblog

#izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #durarara #waposts #IM RIGHT #izaya would see shizuo at the theater and make a crack abt him seeing barbie since he's a blond bimbo #and shizuo. feeling Different. would just pancake his ass #because i imagine shizuo seeing oppenheimer as a japanese man would be. um. an experience #after three uninterrupted hours of that hed have no patience #or better yet. hes like. cant do it today.#movie drained him so bad he cant even be mad hes just tired. like. maybe simons right. no fighting.

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shigaeru · 2 years

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day 6: home

#Shizaya #shizaya week 2022 #shizuo x izaya #shizayaweek2022 #Shizuo Heiwajima #Izaya Orihara #Durarara!!#Drrr #for the record i actually cannot imagine them living past 30 they're just gonna get themselves killed at some point I MEAN LOOK AT THEM #but please please let them have some respite #look at me posting at the most random hours #they are each others home!!!!!#i struggled with the pose so you'd be able to see rings but i didn't manage it so: imagine they're there

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couldyoulikeshutup · 2 years

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Imagine your OTP:

A: Why are you drunk at 9 in the morning?

B: *smiles cockily* For the same reason I am hot at 9 in the morning - I can't help it

A: That's...That's really not something to be proud of..

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tiaragqueen · 1 year

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The Sleeping Horror

Yandere! Izaya Orihara x Female! Reader

Hello! It’s been years, hasn’t it? Idk if you guys missed me, but I do miss writing for other fandom beside genshin and twst. I was planning to make a whole new account, but I was too lazy so here I am! Let’s start with something ‘soft’ and fantastical, shall we? Inspired by the line in the Wikipedia page of his relationship with Shizuo: “Izaya also holds the belief that only humans possess the ability to slay monsters.” And Sleeping Beauty story (would you believe me if I told you I rewrote this three times?).

Admittedly, marriage wasn’t something Izaya really had in mind.

Not because he was a player, but because he was still young. Still adventurous. Still mischievous. He wanted to see more people, more kingdoms, more chaos. His position as a prince allowed him that much, but it also came with many responsibilities. And one of them was an arranged marriage.

Until now, Izaya wasn’t sure how to react when he found out he was already betrothed since birth. On one hand, he was somewhat irritated with the fate his father had oh-so-kindly lay out in front of him. Even as a child, he should at least have some freedom to choose his own suitor, right? It wasn’t as if he was a particularly naïve kid who thought suitors were equal to playmates. He’d always been intelligent, albeit quieter and more distant.

But on the other hand, you sounded quite… interesting. Yes, sounded, because he’d never seen you. There wasn’t even a painting of you somewhere in your castle. It was either you vanished or you only existed in people’s imagination. Then, his father, Shirou, disproved of the latter because he recounted a story that happened during your christening. Apparently, your father had enraged a wicked fairy by excluding her from the event and she promptly avenged her wounded ego by cursing you to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel before the sun set on your sixteenth birthday and die. One of the pixie fairies whom your father did invite, used her blessing to weaken the curse so that instead of dying, you’d fall into a deep sleep, only broken by true love’s kiss. Because, apparently, her magic wasn’t strong enough to undo the curse. So, your father ordered all spinning wheels throughout the kingdom be burned and the remains were hidden in the dungeon.

It certainly explained why Izaya heard a few peasants grumbling about the lack of spinning wheels when he occasionally visited your kingdom. But, alas, Shirou didn’t seem to know about your whereabouts. It didn’t help that he forbade him from mentioning the incident to your own father too, despite the fact that Izaya had a right to know as your fiancé.

So, using the intelligence he’d built up after years of scheming and illicit dealings, Izaya managed to pinpoint your location. It was a humble cottage in the middle of the forest, secluded enough to avoid the wicked fairy’s eyes but not enough for his. Izaya smirked as if he’d won a high-staking gamble, and with the leverage he had on your father, it could be described as one. Shirou wasn’t a fool, but his job as a king did prevent him from knowing the full extent of Izaya’s secret occupation and hobby.

And thus, Izaya set out to find his cursed fiancée. As expected, you were every bit of a country bumpkin; naïve and improper. It was clear that you’d never seen a stranger beyond your three bumbling fairy ‘aunts’, judging by how you openly gaped at his sudden appearance when you were singing to your animal friends. And yet, Izaya allowed your curiosity shine through, anyway, if not because of how pathetically cute you looked right now. Like a dog, or a kitten, that he could easily pick up and bring somewhere else because you were just so defenseless.

Did your aunts even teach you not to trust a stranger, whoever it was?

Apparently, no. Because there was a limit to how ‘human’ they could pretend to be, and you wouldn’t have known any better because they were all you had growing up. Even now, a good parent shouldn’t let their daughter play too long in the forest where anything and everything could happen to her, especially when she didn’t possess any self-defense skills.

Especially when she was you, a princess in hiding.

Perhaps you were lucky that he was the one who met you. Izaya couldn’t imagine what would happen if it was that wicked fairy instead?

… Or he could! There was no limit for possibilities in his mind. That was how he could stay entertained despite so many of his plans veering off their tracks.

Truly, it’d be a shame if you were to get caught, right?

Well, it would, but he wouldn’t do that. He wanted to see what would happen if he didn’t intervene in the course of your life. Would it end happily ever after like Shirou hoped? Or would it become a nightmare for you and your kingdom instead? So far, you were the most interesting woman he’d ever met despite your obvious flaws, which some lessons in table manners and etiquette could rectify. And perhaps Izaya would bestow more of his ‘love for humanity’ in keeping you by his side regardless, even if the latter were to befall you.

Was this what the power of bias felt like? It wasn’t that bad, and it might’ve made him feel a bit closer to being a human, but Izaya wanted to know more about your feelings when you found out that he pitied you. Would you be offended? Touched? Upset?

Ah, the possibilities were truly endless, weren’t they?

Apparently, you’d fallen for him at first meeting, and were excited to tell your aunts about him when they revealed your true status as a betrothed princess. You could never meet ‘him’ again, they said. It was somewhat foolish of them to not allow you to tell them about him, but then again, Izaya doubted they’d known him let alone see his face. It was enough that they neglected you most of the time, albeit accidentally. How could he trust them to remember who he was?

Then, the fated thing happened.

The wicked fairy found out about you.

After the fairies brought you to your father’s castle in disguise, they let you grieve over your broken heart in your new room. But the wicked fairy used your sadness to entrance you and led you to an abandoned tower. All this time, Izaya watched from the shadows without anyone’s knowledge, not even your own father. His fingers twitched with an unexplainable urge to help you when you were forced to touch the conjured spinning wheel, while his brain – the more dominant part of him – convinced him to watch a little longer. It wasn’t as if he could challenge the fairy head-on, and he didn’t have any magic to do so despite his yearning heart.

Eventually, you succumbed to the curse, and the wicked fairy gloated over it to your belated aunts.

While waking you up with a kiss sounded ideal, it was more tempting to kill the wicked fairy first of all, if not to feel the rush of adrenaline and victory in his hands. Maybe you’d be grateful for it too, and thus, strengthening your love for him and salvaging your broken heart. But since he didn’t have the appropriate weapon to defeat her, Izaya was left to approach the pixies.

“Excuse me. You three look quite flustered. Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, my! You surprised me there, young man.” the pink one gasped, holding her tiny chest. “A-and no, we’re fine. Thank you for asking.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, still with the amiable smile that took him years of etiquette lessons and scheming to perfect. “You see, I have a fiancée, and I was told that I’d be seeing her today.”

They exchanged quizzical glances at each other.

“My name is Izaya Orihara.” He took a medal from his pocket as a proof of his own identity. “I’m betrothed to the princess of this kingdom. But, unfortunately, I was never able to see her. It upsets me terribly to postpone another meeting with her, when we should’ve been together since the very first start.”

Izaya languished at them through a sad friends as he clutched the medal desperately. Almost all too easily, the fairies fell to his trap with a sympathetic ‘aw’. They didn’t even question why he had the medal in his pocket rather than in his person as a prince should be. But, at least, he wasn’t lying.

“It is against our nature to be in the way of fate, especially a fated love.” said the green one. “A wicked fairy has cursed your fiancée to sleep forever unless awaken by a true love’s kiss, and she’s currently sleeping in this tower right now.”

“Ah, how terrible.” Izaya moaned sadly. “I wish I could do something to that fairy for daring to hurt my precious fiancée.”

Once again, they looked at each other.

“Let us help you with a bit of our magic, Child.” The blue one declared. “Hopefully, with these, you can end the wicked fairy’s reign of darkness once and for all.”

They armed him with the Sword of Truth and the Shield of Virtue, which they stated to be weapons of righteousness that would triumph over evil, and Izaya felt more powerful than ever. He wondered if he could even beat them with these, but they might prove their usefulness again in the future. That, and it’d be easier to manipulate you with them seeing as they were practically a ‘family’ to you.

And so, the group traveled to the mountain where the wicked fairy lived and began the most exhilarating battle he’d ever had. Cornered, the fairy transformed into a fire-breathing dragon. Another wrench to his plan, but Izaya wasn’t too worried because his agility saved their lives at the end of the day. He managed to stab her through her chest with great effort and watched her fall from the cliff.

Truly, only humans had the ability to slay monsters.

“That was wonderful, Child!” the blue fairy gushed, while the others clapped and nodded in agreement.

Izaya feigned a humble chuckle.

“I couldn’t possibly do that without your help, either, so please don’t give me all the credits.”

Flattered as they were, they hadn’t forgotten their second priority: waking you up with a true love’s kiss.

But, shockingly enough, Izaya’s kiss did nothing to your sleeping self.

“H-how could this be?!” the pink one shrieked. “Prince Izaya is supposed to be her fiancé, so why doesn’t it work?!”

While they proceeded to question each other, Izaya took the time to observe you. Your forehead was wrinkled as if suffering from a nightmare, your lips parted slightly as if wanting to say something, and your hands grasped the red roses as if trying to protect yourself with it.

It was far from the peaceful sight he’d expected to see, and the realization brought a mocking, almost humorless laugh from his throat.

“What’s wrong? Why are you laughing?’

“No, it’s nothing. Pardon my unseemly reaction.” said he, wiping his teary eye with his gloved hand. “May I ask you to bring her father here?”

“The King? What can you possibly need from him?”

“You said that only a true love’s kiss can wake her up, right? Well, he’s the one who asked you to protect her. Isn’t that what a ‘true love’ is? The feeling of wanting to protect someone?”

And such feeling wasn’t strong enough within him, or rather, he merely allowed it to wash over him. Otherwise, he would’ve stopped the wicked fairy from bewitching you earlier. Besides, Izaya was too logical to ever fall for someone at first meeting, no matter how interesting they were, and the curse said nothing about needing both parties to love each other for it to be broken.

While the fairies were occupied in bringing your father, Izaya approached one of the maids that happened to pass by.

“Bring me the dragon’s head from the cliff in the wicked fairy’s mountain.”

“Is it her own head?”

He merely smiled, and the spy nodded with a sigh. He wasn’t sure how you’d react once you woke up, but it didn’t hurt to have another ‘decoration’ inside his room. Then, he returned to the tower where your father was already standing at the bedside.

“P-Prince Izaya?!” he stammered. “Since when have you been here? Shouldn’t you notify me beforehand? Why are you dressing so... casually?”

“Now, now, that part isn’t as important as our dear princess is. And I must say, I’m quite hurt to know that you neglected to tell me that she’s been cursed all along.”

Your father flinched and looked down guiltily.

“I didn’t want it to become an international problem.”

“But there were many guests at that time, no? Don’t you think I deserve to know, as her fiancé?” Despite the feelings that Izaya didn’t quite absorb and understand, and your flaws that he mocked and used, a hint of bitterness managed to slip through his tongue. He waved his hand dismissively, both to your father and to his own emotions. “Regardless, you have the duty to save your daughter from the curse. So, go ahead. Don’t worry about the wicked fairy. I’ve slayed her, and her body is at the bottom of the cliff in her own abode. I’ll bring her head if you don’t believe me.”

The fairies gasped, while your father merely gaped, shocked at his callousness. The king glanced at the pixies, and they nodded hesitantly, confirming the part of the battle.

“I… I believe you.”

Slowly, he hovered over your face for a moment before he leaned down to press a deep kiss onto your forehead. Your troubled face relaxed little by little, and Izaya almost felt jealous when you fluttered your eyes open.

“She’s awake!” one of the pixies enthused.

Your father heaved a sigh of relief and smiled almost shakily. And yet, when your eyes landed on Izaya, they immediately widened in fear.

“No, I refuse to marry him!”

#yandere imagine #yandere scenario #yandere anime #anime yandere #yandere anime au #yandere durararara #yandere izaya orihara x reader #yandere izaya orihara #yandere izaya x reader #yandere izaya #izaya orihara x reader #izaya x reader #izaya orihara #durarara izaya

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tev-rainbow · 2 months

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All I will say is I have a bunch of fanfic ideas I want to write and post and zero guts (or time) to write :D

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chickensoup-4-mysoul · 1 year

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herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 5

chapter 5 - Birds of a Feather

synopsis: you meet a mysterious, helmet-clad woman, and shortly after, a very eccentric pair of twins. a lot of time is spent with the wonderful women of Ikebukuro :)

word count: 3, 521

warnings: very minor nsfw mentions(mairu being mairu)

"quiet whisper in the dead of night tells me everything will be alright if i keep my head to the sky everything is gonna be alright,, everything is gonna be alright - infinity's song

"Namie, if you had to choose between the sayings 'opposites attract' and 'birds of a feather flock together,' which one would you say is most accurate?"

Izaya had been eerily silent ever since Namie came in that morning, making no sound other than the insistent typing of computer keys. She'd think that the silence would be welcome, but going so long without an earful of her employer's antics was starting to irk her. She wouldn't admit to the relief that she felt when he finally opened his mouth for the first time that day.

"Opposites attract, I guess. If you ended up falling in love with someone the exact same as you, you'd butt heads and get bored of one another." She briefly thought of Seiji and their similarities, or lack thereof. They wouldn't get bored of each other, would they...? She could never get bored of him.

"You'd think that, but statistically, you're wrong. Studies have shown that people with similar traits tend to last longer in relationships. Traits, personalities, genes...I thought you would get that more than anyone else, Namie." She missed when he was silent.

"What's with all of this relationship talk all of a sudden? What, you found a girlfriend or something?" She doesn't miss how the smirk on his face disappears and realizes that she had hit a nerve.

"I love humans, Namie. Nothing else."

It's a starkly out-of-place declaration, hinting that something else is most definitely on his mind. Namie, used to his cryptic antics, shakes her head and returns to her work. Izaya, however, has not mentally dropped the topic. He loved humans--even if they didn't seem to love him back. It was fine, intimacy and romance was in no way a priority of his. As he got caught up in his field of work, it wasn't even something that he thought about, not until now. His eyebrow twitched in aggravation as a familiar image appeared in his head. He hated the feeling of envy, he decided. His life was fine, better than that of anyone else's, even, definitely that of...

He huffed through his nose, picking up one of his cellphones.

If he wasn't able to find love...

then how was that monster finding it??

Scrolling through his recent calls, he stops at one of the familiar contacts. With little hesitation, he presses the green 'call' button beside it. The phone rings for a moment before he hears a click.

"Hello, this is Izaya Orihara. I have some info that you would find most useful."

...

It's so rude of you to stare, you know, but it's a stare full of awe, so hopefully you didn't offend. She was a friend of Shizuo's, so you wanted to make a good first impression. You had been on an outing with your new friend. It was embarrassing how soon you had texted the man after your walk together, but he had thankfully agreed to showing you around, telling you about his favorite places and others that you should avoid. One of your favorite places that he showed you was a pastry shop. You found his apparent sweet tooth to be very cute. It was near the end of your time together that a woman(?) pulled up next to you both on a motorcycle.

The sight of her badass yellow helmet, paired with her form-fitting bodysuit gave you excited jitters, honestly. Of course, Shizuo would be friends with such a cool person. Shizuo introduces you both, and you learn that the woman's name is Celty. You also realize that she must be mute, as she doesn't communicate verbally, but by typing out messages onto a small device.

"Nice to see you up and well. How have you been feeling?" Confused by the message, you quirk an eyebrow at Shizuo.

"Celty lives with Shinra, that doctor you were talking to a few days ago. She saw you there, but she left before you woke up." he explains. Wait, so she had seen you all passed out on her couch?? How embarrassing!! You pout, trying to calm the burning in your cheeks.

"I-I'm feeling great, thank you for asking--and thank you for letting me crash like that on your couch! Still, I hope you don't think I'm like... a wimp or anything...I usually don't go down that easy!"

Her shoulders bob up and down as if she's laughing and you find it very charming. She types something else on her device and shows it to you.

"Believe me, Shinra told me all about you. I don't doubt that for a second. Anyone would go down quick against Shizuo."

All about you?? Don't doubt it...? What exactly had Shinra told her? Shizuo continues conversing with Celty while you spectate, but you're too caught up in your own thoughts to fully listen. At the mention of a familiar name, your ears perk. You notice the tension in Shizuo's jaw.

"Any idea what that flea was doing here, anyways? You'd think he'd know better not to show his face around here." Ah, so Celty knew him too.

"I don't bother trying to figure out what he's up to. Shinra was on the phone with him recently, I could ask him if you're really curious." Shinra as well, huh? Shizuo shook his head, willing himself to relax.

"Nah, I don't really care, so long as I never see him again."

You had come to learn quite a bit about Shizuo, but one thing you never dared to mention was this Izaya character, not since you both confessed your feelings about the traffic sign incident. It was clear how much even thinking of the man made him seethe with rage. Still, a part of you was growing achingly curious about him and what he had done to garner such hatred from Shizuo, and disdain from everyone else. It would be rude to ask Shizuo about it, though. You would have to wait until you could ask someone else.

Shizuo offers to walk you home, but you refuse his offer, explaining that you had plans with a friend soon. You feel a twinge of panic as you notice him raise an eyebrow and quickly go on to explain that you were helping her with a project. He seems satisfied with this answer, giving a simple goodbye before leaving you alone. It was true that you were helping a friend, but what you were embarrassed to admit was that you were helping Erika with the sewing for a cosplay she was making.

Usually you wouldn't be shameful about doing simple seamstress work, but after Erika explained exactly what a cosplay was, you felt like it wasn't something you would really parade through the streets about. Texting Erika that you were on your way, you put the address she had sent you into your GPS.

"Woah, I never guessed that the mean and scary Shizuo would get a girlfriend! I guess there's love out there for everyone, right Kururi...?"

"Very romantic..."

The sound of new voices surprises you, and when you try to find the source of the voices, you find it a lot closer to you than you expect. Two young girls, no older than 14 or 15 stood at most 2 feet before you. They appear to be twins, bearing matching eyes and hair colors and dressed to adorably compliment each other. Your eyes light up at their cute little hoodies and skirts, each hood shaped with different animal ears. The girl in the yellow hoodie shrieks, holding her arms in an 'X' in front of her face in an attempt to shield herself.

"We've been spotted!! We were so stealthy, how could we have been caught!?"

"Blew our cover."

You find yourself smiling at them in amusement. They were so cute! However, you were concerned as to why they were out by themselves like this, and why they were following a stranger down the street. "I'm sorry, can I help you both...?"

"Help us meet Yuuhei!" Your eyes widened as both of the girls seem to swarm you, tugging at the maxi skirt you wore. "Yuuhei...?"

"C'mon, you're sleeping with his brother so you have to have met him!" You're shocked by the bespectacled girl's accusation. An intense burn immediately overtakes your face.

"I-I'm not...sleeping with anyone's brother." You remember the earlier mention of Shizuo's name in horror, "I'm not in a relationship with anyone."

"Liar." Any hope you had that the girl in the green hoodie was any more polite than her counterpart was out the window. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.

"I'm telling the truth. I've only known Shizuo for a couple of days. I'm sure he's a great guy, but I'm not that kind of girl."

"So you're saying that you would sleep with him!" Aaaand the burning is back.

"Wha-!! You are awfully vulgar for a middle schooler!!" The girl in the yellow hoodie bursts out into childish laughter and the smile she shoots you seems oddly familiar. She grabs her sister's hand and sprints past you, the latter barely struggling to keep up. After reaching a considerable distance, they turn back to you, waving goodbye.

"Let us know when you get lucky, we'll happily wait if it means getting to meet Yuuhei!!" With that, they intertwine hands again and run off. Flustered, you frantically check your surroundings in hopes that no one heard the young girl's crude outbursts. Goodness, kids were getting more and more mature these days, weren't they? Shaking off the odd interaction, you continued on your trip, now worried about being late to Erika's.

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So Erika's expectations for how she wanted the costume to look were a little particular, but you were able to work it all out. Working together, the two of you made quick progress. You were very impressed by this secret skill of Erika's, and you made sure that you told her so.

"Thanks! You get pretty good at it after a while." A glimmer in the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you realize it's a necklace that Erika is clasping around the neck of the mannequin. You're sure that you practically have hearts in your eyes as you inspect it closely. "Holy COW, that is absolutely gorgeous!! Where on earth did you find that??"

Erika smiles and shrugs nonchalantly. "Can't really buy it anywhere where it's not just cheaply made plastic, it's unique to the character. I made it." At this point, you've completely lost your chill, grasping her hands in excitement and raving on and on about the mastery and professional level of her work. Erika doesn't seem to mind, but the flush on her face causes you to snap out of your stupor, releasing her hands and apologizing.

You two spend the rest of the evening putting finishing touches on the costume. As the conversation falls into a pleasant silence, your mind begins to drift to other matters. You wondered if, in such a private setting, it would be okay to ask Erika about this Izaya guy. The van gang's distaste for him was clear, but maybe she would be willing to explain some things to you--as a friend. "Hey, Erika?" She hums in acknowledgment, not looking up from her work. "Can you tell me about this Izaya Orihara?"

"What do you wanna know?" You're relieved that she remains unfazed, still focusing on detailing.

"Well, it's just like--a lot of people seem to dislike him. I mean, I'm pretty sure Shizuo was like, trying to deeply injure him. It makes me wonder what exactly he did." For the first time, Erika takes a break. Her stare travels up to the ceiling as she rubs her own chin in thought. Did she really have to think about it?

"Besides the fact that he's basically not a nice person...the guy has this huge god complex. He works as an informant, so he has a bunch of dirt on everyone and that gives him some sort of power over people, I guess." Wow.

"Is that why Shizuo dislikes him so much? Because he has dirt on him?" What kind of dirty secret could someone that the entire city knows about have?

"Hmm, nah. Dotachin says they've been at each other's throats since high school. Sounds like they've had bad blood since the moment they met. But if you ask me," her eyes light up, "I think it's all a big display for their intense, long-lived love for one another!"

"Um, ya don't say..." you answer nervously, hesitant to snap her out of what ever high she was experiencing in front of you. Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Glancing at Erika inquisitively, you ask her if she's expecting anyone. Not answering, she stands up and bounds excitedly to the door. Whoever she lets in is silent upon entry. "I figured that we should test this baby out on a model!" she calls from the other room. She returns with a special guest in close pursuit.

"Anri!' you exclaim happily, approaching the girl. You give her a warm hug, which she awkwardly receives. While you're a little put off by her passiveness, you brush it off as her not being used to such contact. Erika smiles at the heartfelt(at least on your part) reunion. "I remembered that you guys knew each other, so I thought that a ladies night was in order!" You had to admit that your visit so far had been a total sausage festival. It would be nice to hang out with some cool girls!

The three of you start the night by having Anri model the costume. However, once you two show it to her for the first time, you can tell she's apprehensive. She tries to be polite, insisting that there was nothing wrong with it, but you notice how her eyes keep shifting to the bust of the ensemble. Working on the mannequin, you hadn't noticed how deep the V-line of the costume was, but on someone like Anri, it would certainly fit a little differently.

"Are you uncomfortable with the bust, Anri?" Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"O-Oh, w-well, I um...It's just that mannequin's body type is a little different from mine...I don't know if it will fit right..."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Anri! We put together this cosplay with your exact body type in mind! It may look smaller on the mannequin, but it's a very stretchy material." The way that Anri's flush deepened revealed how much that didn't help. Poor girl, you wondered how much harassment she must have dealt with to want to cover up so much. You ask Erika to show you a picture of the character that the cosplay was supposed to be of. As you look at the character on her phone, the two things you notice are the accuracy of the design--including the deep neckline--and the character's oddly purple skin. Closely examining the picture, you start to have an idea.

"Erika, do you mind showing me where you keep your fabrics?" Erika is obviously confused, but nods, pulling out a drawer from her dresser to reveal an array of different patterns and materials. Spotting exactly what you were looking for, you grab the roll of fabric and smile at your model. "The ensemble isn't quite done yet. Sit tight, Anri."

You're thankful to Erika for allowing you to make such a change to the outfit. She agreed that one of the key parts of cosplaying was wearing something that you were comfortable and confident in. It wasn't too different from typical fashion, you supposed. Anri sits on the bed patiently, content to watch the two of you continue to work on the mannequin. As you make more progress, she seems to realize what it is that you're doing to change it and smiles. It's a minor change, so it doesn't take entirely too long.

"Come out whenever you're ready!!" Erika says, handing Anri the costume on a hanger as the young girl enters the bathroom. "Let us know if you need help," you add. After the door closes, you and Erika exchanged proud glances. It was like you both were the cool women on those reality tv shows where they gave the homely young girl a makeover. Although, Anri was completely fine before, and she might actually be better off going in public as the before picture than the after.

"I think I'm ready..." Anri says before opening the door. You and Erika lose your minds at the sight of her.

"SO CUTE!!" you both yell, most definitely scaring the devil out of the poor girl. Unfortunately, it would be a bit of a while before you both calmed down. You gently ushered her over to a full body mirror so she could see herself.

"Look at how gorgeous you look, Anri!" you beam, picking up Erika's handmade necklace and clasping it around her neck, "Erika made this herself, can you believe it? Isn't it pretty?" You secretly gauge Anri's face for a reaction. After all, it was important that she herself felt good in it. She gives herself a once-over and to your utmost delight, smiles at herself. The deep neckline that she had previously worried about had been filled with a translucent swatch of purple fabric, meant to imitate the character's skin. There was a bit of transparency to it, but it was still thick enough to cover. Paired with the purple jewels of Erika's necklace, it made for a beautiful match.

Erika, having procured a camera out of nowhere, snapped numerous pictures of the girl. Surprisingly, Anri didn't seem too phased by it, smiling bashfully and letting her take as many photos as she wanted. It was satisfying, seeing her blossom like this in a silly costume. She deserved that kind of confidence, definitely. At Erika's offer to let her keep the outfit, however, she politely declined. Not much of a Halloween person, you guessed.

...

It had gotten so late into the night, Erika suggested that the two of you just sleep over. After cutting on a copy of My Neighbor Totoro (complete with english subtitles for your own sleep-deprived convenience), you and Anri slipped on some of Erika's old clothes and collapsed onto an air mattress beside her bed. You wonder how often Erika's been pranked at slumber parties, because she's out like a light before the title credits are over. You and Anri are still wide awake, however, quietly watching the adorable movie. "I'm just glad she didn't put on one of those weird shows she goes on about. What does she call them? Yow-ee??" you jest. Anri actually giggles and you're very proud of yourself.

"...Looks like we got that sleepover you were talking about," she says. So she remembered that. When you look at her, you see that she's smiling and you happily return the gesture. "Well, it won't be the last! I imagine being friends with boys is a little different, huh?"

"Oh, definitely. Mikado and Masaomi are fun, but...they can still be kind of..." "Stupid? Immature? Prideful? Stupid?" "You said stupid twice." "So you agree that they're stupid."

You both laugh, but a sleepy groan from Erika quickly shuts the two of you up. "...I've never been to one of these before," Anri whispers thoughtfully. The sad smile on her face makes you feel sorry for the girl. "I never really had many friends growing up. Mikado and Masaomi are the first real friends I've had in a while." You wonder what she meant by "real friends." Perhaps there had been others that have gotten close to her and used her. You shake your head in disappointment at the thought.

"Wanna hear a secret?" The pure curiosity on her face is adorable, "I've never been to one either." Her eyes widen to the size of saucers. Without her glasses, you're able to notice the red tint in her brown eyes, even in the darkness.

"R-Really? But you're so... I'd think you'd be really popular."

"Hm?? What makes you say that?" you laugh.

Anri looks away, too guilty to answer. She couldn't admit it, the way that looking at you reminded her of all the girls who had bullied her growing up. Those rude girls who had all that money to buy the nicest clothes, and always had so many friends for no reason. It was terrible how she made that assumption about you, who reached out to her the moment that the two of you had met.

"Well, it's true. I've never been to a sleepover, or had friends, for that matter. If I did, I don't remember." Anri looks at you expectantly, silently willing you to continue. It was endearing, how a girl so polite could be so obvious about her interest in someone's personal life. You could trust her, it felt like, not to judge you for unveiling such a major part of your past. So you told her....

...how a year ago, you were in a terrible accident; one that completely compromised your memory.

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