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fantastic-rambles · 10 months

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Fandom: Durarara!!

Characters: Izaya Orihara, Shizuo Heiwajima, Others (mentioned)

Warnings: Smut, Dubious Consent, Hate Sex (?), Handjobs, Anal Sex, Language, Mild Violence, Mild Verbal Abuse

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: While Izaya and Shizuo have come to an uneasy understanding with a change in their relationship, it's difficult to say whether they get along better. Especially when neither of them is willing to put a name to what they have now. [Written for Shizaya Week 2023 | Day 1: Denial/easier when I hated you @shizayasweek]

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Izaya… lies. A hell of a lot.

Of course, Shizuo already knows that. Has known it ever since the first time he met the smarmy little prick. Sure, it took him a little while to figure out that someone was behind all the tough guys who kept jumping him after school when all he wanted was to live a peaceful life, but once he had, it hadn't taken too long to put the pieces together.

No, the flea lies as easily as he breathes. Easier, maybe: it seems like the only time he ever tells the truth is if someone pays him to, and even then, he's misleading as fuck. It's like he likes watching people ruin their lives. Or ruining them for them.

As Izaya continues to chat away cheerfully on one of his cellphones, Shizuo leans back on his stiff, showroom-new couch, a cigarette slowly burning its way down to his fingers. It's still hard to believe that he's sitting here and not trying to snap Izaya's skinny neck. Really, he'd be doing the world a favor if he did: who knows what poor schmuck is on the other end of the line, about to do something he can’t take back? In Shizuo's line of work, most of the people he runs into are complete scum, and they deserve every bit of their debts, but the people Izaya fucks over aren't like that. Mostly. Probably. The ones he knows, at least: what could someone like Akane-chan have done to deserve being messed with? Mikado-kun, too. He seems like a pretty good kid, better than he and Izaya were when they were his age, at least.

Honestly, he doesn't know all that much about what Izaya does, beyond that he sticks his nose where it doesn't belong and then sells what he finds to the highest bidder. Or the one who will be most "entertaining," whatever the fuck that means.

The other man had barely even looked at him when he’d arrived, only setting down a too-fancy crystal ashtray on the coffee table without pausing his conversation. When he’d tried picking it up, he found that it was nice and heavy: with his strength, he could probably take off Izaya’s head in one swing with it. Put them both out of their misery. There are already two butts in it—Shizuo smokes way too much when he’s here—and a third is on its way to join them… and the louse is still on the phone.

Grunting, Shizuo takes one last drag of his cigarette before sending it to join its companions and standing up. Izaya looks at him then, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he takes a step away from his plate glass windows, putting more space between himself and Shizuo.

"Ah, Shiki-san, I might need to call you back later," Izaya says, his eyes fixed on Shizuo as he takes a step back for every step the other man takes, maintaining their distance. Whoever he's talking to—Shiki-san, whoever that is—says something that makes him smile, the corners of his red eyes crinkling up. It pisses Shizuo off: not only has the flea been ignoring him for so long, but he's been talking to and being entertained by someone else. He knows it's jealousy, and it's ugly, especially since it reminds him of all the deadbeats who are convinced that the girls at the soap shops are in love with them.

What he and Izaya have isn't love, though. But it's not hate, either.

Really, things were easier when they did hate each other. Or they thought they did. It made things simple: whenever Izaya showed his face around Shizuo, he tried to smash it in. Now…

“Yes, I understand. It’s always a pleasure doing business with you. Then, until next time…”

Shizuo’s legs tense before he springs across the room, closing most of the distance between them in one go. Maybe Izaya was ready for it, or maybe it’s just instinctive by this point, but the flea nimbly dodges out of the way as he snaps his phone closed, turning a scowl toward Shizuo.

“Really, you have no manners, Shizu-chan. I was working. You know, the thing that responsible adults do?”

“Responsible,” Shizuo snorts in derision. “Like you have any idea what that means.”

“Better than a brute whose property damages can’t possibly be covered by his salary. Tanaka-san’s just your sugar daddy at this point: have you realized that yet? And here I was, letting you take up space and fill this place with your disgusting smoke, but you can’t even be a halfway considerate guest.”

Shizuo feels a brief flash of guilt: yeah, he knows that Tom’s still looking out for him, just like he did when they were in middle school. Even though Tom often reassures him that he’s being paid fairly for the work he does… he also doesn’t get his paycheck docked for property damages. And really, with Vorona around, Shizuo’s not all that sure that they even need him anymore. Sure, people underestimate her a lot more than him, since she’s a kinda weak-looking girl, but she can take care of herself without taking down half a building.

But that's immediately followed by a flash of anger. Sure, Izaya's tricked him plenty of times before, but he's starting to understand the parasite a bit better. He always knows exactly what to say to get people to do the things he wants them to, and he's used that on Shizuo more times than he can count.

So with a scowl, he dashes toward Izaya, undeterred. A gleaming blade suddenly appears in Izaya's hand, and Shizuo's shoots out to wrap around a pale, slender wrist, slamming it against the wall to force him to drop it.

"Brute," Izaya snaps acidly, but Shizuo stops him from saying anything else by covering his lips with his own. Izaya's body is stiff with tension, and Shizuo knows better than to try to actually kiss him—the last time he did, the louse had nearly bitten off his tongue—but his free hand reaches down to slip a thumb under the waistband of Izaya's pants. He tugs at them, pulling the louse closer to him before the black denim tears. Izaya's anger is nearly palpable as he starts to struggle, but he doesn't have a chance against Shizuo's superior strength.

The hardest part of catching the flea had always been chasing him down: just like his namesake, he was small and quick and annoying. Once you got a good grip on him, though…

He grabs Izaya's other hand as it punches him in the cheek, forcing it above his head so he can hold both of Izaya's wrists with one large hand while his knee insinuates itself between Izaya's legs, rubbing against his crotch. He feels Izaya's hissed intake of breath, hot and furious, but his body is far more honest. He's already starting to harden under Shizuo's clumsy touch, the heat of his skin burning through the cloth separating them.

But as he starts to fumble with his own belt, he has to tilt his head back as a slim leg cuts into the space between them, the heel landing perfectly where his chin just was. Really, Izaya's flexibility and athleticism could be almost admirable, if it wasn't always directed at Shizuo. Or toward running away from him. As it is, Shizuo grunts as he twists the other man around, adjusting his grip to pin him back against the wall, facing it so it'll be harder for him to kick.

Unfortunately, that does mean that Izaya can talk again, and he's spitting bile at Shizuo, who ignores it as he tugs his own pants open and frees himself.

"Shut up," he growls, pressing their bodies together. "Or I'll fuck you just like this."

He wouldn't. Even if it's Izaya, he doesn't deserve that: Shizuo doesn't have a very wide frame of reference, but he does know that he's pretty big, and he can hurt someone badly if they're not ready for him. But he hopes that Izaya won't call his bluff.

Whatever the case, the louse does shut up, though he's as tense as ever. To try to help him relax, Shizuo reaches around to start to stroke his dick, only to find slitted red eyes glaring at him.

"I don't need a monster touching me. Just finish what you clearly came here to do, then get out."

Shizuo clicks his tongue at Izaya's stubbornness, but he starts jerking himself off instead, quick and rough. It's not about pleasure, but rather getting off… though he doesn't want to keep Izaya hanging, either. Still, he has been a bit pent up lately, so it doesn’t take long until he’s coming in his hand, and then he starts to apply it to the brunet, rubbing it into him to provide at least some slickness to his too-tight hole. Even though they've done this a few times already, every time, it's like this.

Resilient. That's the word. Izaya's resilient, biting his lower lip to try to mute the small noises that catch in his throat as Shizuo stretches him out. The blond has three thick fingers in him, his come already starting to dry, when he decides that it's probably enough. Taking his own heavy cock in hand, he guides it to the twitching hole, carefully easing inside while Izaya hisses through his teeth.

It's still tight, an edge of just too much friction that it's probably not comfortable for either of them. But that works for them, too. With Izaya’s arms still pinned above his head, Shizuo grabs his deceptively slender waist with another hand, holding him in place as he presses the rest of the way in with a grunt. Izaya's breathing is growing shallower in a way that it never did when Shizuo was chasing after him, and Shizuo leans forward to bite the back of his neck, hard enough to make the flea squirm and tighten around him.

"Shiz… Shizu-chan," Izaya protests breathlessly, that infuriating nickname spurring Shizuo to snap his hips forward. The louse cries out, sounding almost pained, but Shizuo doesn't give him a chance to recover, rutting into him and drawing more short, sharp noises out of Izaya while he grunts and growls. If the other man wants a monster, then Shizuo will give it to him.

Even when Izaya cries out again, tightening around him while his hips twitch, Shizuo continues to saw into him, chasing his own pleasure. As wet heat pools in the pit of his stomach, he shoves the flea against the wall, feeling Izaya's body shudder and clench around him, coaxing him onwards.

Then, finally, he begins to come, too, spurting deep inside Izaya with a visceral snarl as the other man begins to shake again with a muffled groan. Both of their gasping breaths fill the silence as Shizuo leans against the wall, letting it hold both of them upright as he rests his head beside Izaya's. A dark flush slashes across the flea's cheeks, and his lips are reddened from where he must have been biting them to try to keep quiet. He's almost beautiful, his pitch-black hair a stark contrast with his pale skin… like some fucked-up, poisonous Snow White.

Shizuo wants to kiss him again. But he doesn't.

Because the person Izaya lies to the most is himself.

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sachigram · 6 years

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Hearts Like Ours Chapter 4

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It's a complicated thing, the human mind.

Izaya has always loved studying the way people tick, what makes them, them. He loves the different expressions, the triumphs, the hardships. He loves people, and he loves pushing them to their limits, making them stronger than they ever thought possible. He loves watching people face their fears.

He doesn't love it in himself, however.

He hates the things his mind is afraid of, even more so now. He can't stop himself no matter how much he dislikes it, even if he knows fear is a useless thing for him to feel. It does nothing for him. Most people feel fear, and they know to stay away from things. High altitudes, deep oceans, dangerous animals—all things to be avoided.

Izaya has always charged at what scared him, full speed ahead.

He doesn't allow himself to be frightened away, even in the interest of self-preservation. He's always known Shizuo could and likely would one day destroy him—but he never factored in that he'd be alive to regret it in the aftermath.

His body was broken, and it healed. It took time and work Izaya didn't want to put into it, but he eventually got over himself enough to work through his pain and make it out of the chair, then away from the crutches.

His mind, even still sharp as ever, is far from healed. And what's worse, Shizuo has no idea, and won't leave him alone.

As payback for the crude drawings on his face, Shizuo has taken to barging into Izaya's daily life, usually just to piss Izaya off, which he's unnaturally good at. Worse yet, there isn't a lot Izaya can do about it. Sure, he could call the police, but as Namie mentioned before, it'd cause a great deal of commotion and there's no definitive proof they could even get Shizuo to leave. He could jam a knife in Shizuo's throat, but then he's almost positive Shizuo can regenerate himself like a microscopic life form, or a horrible alien creature from a horror movie. Plus, then Shizuo would almost definitely snap his neck in retaliation, and Izaya would be killing a human being anyway, if he killed Shizuo, loathe though he is to admit it.

He does his best to ignore Shizuo, and he tries to shake Shizuo off his trail when he can, but he's never been good at hiding from the beast, who has chased him for as long as he can remember. It seems every time he turns around, Shizuo is there, on his heels, reaching out to grab him.

He only wishes his body wasn't so scared of Shizuo. His heart physically aches from the constant adrenaline he feels when Shizuo is around.

“That man isn't here today?” Namie asks, breaking his thoughts.

“Yes, he is. Can't you see his daunting form on the couch?” Izaya asks, motioning to nothing. She huffs at him.

“It's getting to be strange when he isn't around. It's been almost two weeks of him barging in, and neither of you even talking. It just seems pointless, given your history.”

“You know nothing of our history,” Izaya says. “Besides, haven't you heard of an impasse? Talking isn't required.”

“Whatever,” Namie says, flipping her hair. “You're not completely stupid, though. You know things can't continue this way.”

Closing his browser, Izaya sighs, pushing his chair away from the desk.

“That was almost a compliment, Namie,” he tells her, delighting when her expression sours.

“I'm just curious to know where all this is going. Even you can't fight fate.”

“Fate. Right.” Izaya stretches, wincing a bit when his lower back twinges. “You don't share a mark with the one you love. It hasn't stopped you, has it? Where is fate in that scenario?”

She slams her hands down on the table, leaning in to glare at Izaya, who only smiles at her pleasantly.

“Don't pretend to understand my situation. It's entirely different. I'm not the one living in denial,” she hisses, pointing at him. “I don't even have a—“

“A mark. I know that. How could you possibly think I didn't know that? You don't have a mark, how shocking! It doesn't matter. You're one of the lucky ones,” Izaya says.

“Lucky!” She laughs incredulously, her eyes narrowing at him. “In a world where people are born knowing who they're meant to be with, I'm one of the lucky ones because I was meant to be with no one? Your logic is even more twisted than usual.”

“You're lucky because you're free to choose.” Izaya shrugs on his coat. “Besides, people put entirely too much stock in the soulmate thing anyway. Did you know forty percent of people never encounter their soulmates at all? Another twenty learn their soulmates died a long time ago. And then a whopping ten percent, like you, have no mark at all.”

“A thirty percent chance of meeting your soulmate before it's too late,” Namie says, “and you think it's unlucky you've found yours. Of course you do.” She folds her arms across her chest. “You're determined to die alone.”

“Dying alone is better than dying with someone who hates you,” he says placidly. “Shizu-chan will realize that, in time. It's better to let him fizzle himself out.”

“Oh, please,” she says. “The only thing you hate about him is that he hates you.”

He opens his mouth to retort something biting about her incestuous crush, but his door opens, and Shizuo strolls in, like he has every day this week. Izaya pinches the bridge of his nose. Namie looks positively gleeful.

“We were just talking about you,” she says.

“Thought I had the heebie jeebies,” Shizuo replies easily.

“Feel free to stick around, Shizu-chan,” Izaya says, and he doesn't miss the way Shizuo's eyes widen in response. “I have places to be.”

“Places?” Shizuo asks.

“A meeting,” Namie supplies.

“Lock up when you're leaving,” Izaya tells her, passing them both. He clenches his teeth when Shizuo turns on his heel and starts following after Izaya instead. “You can't come.”

“Sure as hell seems like I can,” Shizuo says, unfazed. Izaya laughs.

“This particular client doesn't like intruders. If anything happens, don't say I didn't warn you.” Izaya twirls to look at Shizuo, walking backwards so he can observe Shizuo's face. “If you end up stabbed or worse, it'll be funny, at least.”

“Is it like a Yakuza meeting?” Shizuo asks, frowning at Izaya. “Turn around. You're gonna fall.”

“Don't worry about me. It's disgusting.” Izaya turns anyway, tiring of looking at Shizuo's stupid face. “You can't just do whatever you want all the time. Maybe you'll be reminded of that today.”

Outside the building, it's a cold, biting day. The cold snap happened all at once, coming after the bout of seemingly endless rain. Izaya puts his hood up, shivering a bit as he makes his way over to the sleek black car parked across the street in its usual spot.

“Good afternoon,” the driver states. He makes a face as Shizuo climbs into the car next to Izaya, who scowls and scoots away from him. “Who is this, Orihara-san?”

“Heiwajima Shizuo,” Shizuo says.

The driver pales, clearly knowing of Shizuo's reputation. “I...see. I was sent to only pick up Orihara-san.”

“Tough shit,” Shizuo says. A moment later, the car is in motion.

“You're so annoying,” Izaya informs him, looking out the window at the people walking around, bundled up and hunched in their posture.

“That's you,” Shizuo says back. Neither of them says another word during the ride, though they do shove each other a bit. Izaya stops shoving when his head slams against the window, courtesy of Shizuo's monster paw.

“Shit. Sorry,” Shizuo says.

“Shut up,” Izaya says.

“Here we are!” The driver says, sounding somewhat relieved. “They're waiting for you inside. I'll escort you, of course.”

They exit the car, and Izaya pulls his hood up, ignoring the bite of the cold. He's always been cold natured, but his back hurts more when he's hunched over for warmth, and to make matters worse, his head hurts both from Shizuo's presence, and because he was just pushed into a window.

“This can't be right,” Shizuo's voice says. Izaya looks over at him as they walk inside.

“Shiki is a man of simple, yet refined tastes,” Izaya says. “This is the right place.”

“You've been here before?” Shizuo asks.

“Often, for meetings. Have you not been here? It's nice.”

They walk past the bouncer, who only nods at them. The club is busy for the daytime, the bass blaring through the speakers, which only makes Izaya's headache worse. He hopes they'll be out of here soon, but Shiki never keeps him long. He looks over again at Shizuo, who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.

“Why, Shizu-chan. Have you never been to a strip club?” Izaya asks gleefully. Shizuo's red face becomes even redder.

“Yes, but not by choice. Tom dragged me a few times, always saying it was for work. It was always easier to endure knowing I could punch someone soon,” Shizuo says, barely audible over the music. Izaya has to strain to hear him.

“You can always go,” Izaya informs him.

“Like hell,” Shizuo retorts.

“I hope you go deaf and then die,” Izaya mutters.

“What?” Shizuo asks loudly, frowning at Izaya like he already knows Izaya said something biting.

“I said—“

“Izaya,” a smooth voice says. Izaya schools his features as he's escorted into the private booth Shiki and his entourage are occupying. There are three women on different stages right now, all slender and beautiful in their own ways. The muscly men on either side of Shiki are busier watching them than Izaya. Killing Shiki would be easy, if that was his intent. He'll have to mention that to Shiki, one day. For now, Izaya likes having the upper hand, in case he's ever double crossed.

“Always a pleasure, Shiki,” Izaya says, holding his hand out. Shiki shakes, but not before he gives Izaya a stern once over.

“It's been a long time. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I didn't consider you'd bring a guest.”

Izaya glances over at Shizuo, who is already pressed close in the booth. Their shoulders are touching, the irony of which isn't lost on Izaya. Their marks are separated only by clothes.

“I have a new shadow. I can't seem to shake him,” Izaya says, grinning at Shiki.

“Shizuo,” Shiki says, looking Shizuo over. “Is there a reason you're here?”

“I'm with him,” Shizuo says, motioning to Izaya.

“Really? Have you two become friends?” Shiki asks. The look Izaya gives him must speak for itself, because Shiki laughs before continuing. “How odd, then. We were prepared for a chair. Not for the cause.”

“A chair?” Shizuo asks.

“A wheelchair. I was told Izaya needed one.”

The room seems smaller, all of a sudden. Izaya can feel Shizuo's eyes on him, but he doesn't meet the monster's gaze. He focuses on the man across from him, who has always been fair, yet a pain in Izaya's ass.

“Your information is wrong, but then again, I haven't been around to give it to you. I'm perfectly unscathed,” Izaya says.

“I see.” Shiki puts his elbows on the table, peering closely at him. “You don't look unscathed.”

“I've looked worse,” Izaya hisses, trying hard not to clench his teeth. He can feel Shizuo still looking at him.

“Right,” Shiki says. “I trust you got my message?”

“The one about not returning? I got it, but I'm afraid I couldn't listen. There's much to do.”

“Indeed there is. Do you have what I asked for?”

“Do I ever have anything less?” Izaya asks, smiling. What Shiki asked for was child's play, after all. “You'll find what you're looking for here.” He passes a small piece of paper across the table. “He'll be there tonight.”

“Good. It's time to put this to rest.” Shiki passes the paper to one of the muscly men, who seems to have finally remembered he's here for a job. “Now then. Why else were you here?”

Izaya pauses, his eyes cutting to Shizuo again. “We can return to that at a later date.”

“I'm a busy man,” Shiki says. “Surely you aren't assuming I'll be waiting for another meeting more convenient for you?”

Izaya bites at his tongue for a moment before laughing lightly.

“Of course not! I understand your schedule, and I sympathize. I only meant to save my own wants for another time and place. I never want to seem ungrateful. But since you insist, I'll get to my point.” He sighs softly, inaudibly, knowing Shizuo is listening to his every word. “Junichi Watanabe. Does the name mean anything to you?”

Shiki visibly stills, his eyes boring into Izaya's.

“Is this why you've returned?” he asks.

“Partly. Please, if you're able, tell me what you know of him.”

“He used to work closely with us,” Shiki says. There's a round of applause as a woman does a complicated maneuver on the pole. “He doesn't anymore.”

“He has...become a person of interest to me,” Izaya says.

“He's dangerous,” Shiki replies, glancing first at Shizuo, then at Izaya.

“I'm aware. One of his men stabbed my friend.”

Shizuo is staring openly at Izaya now, but Izaya doesn't dare look away from Shiki, who can zero in on any moment of weakness like a vulture swooping down for prey.

“I'm sure the goal was to invoke a rise from you,” Shiki says.

“A line was drawn. I'm doing my own research, of course, but you're always on about how you 'owe me one'. I thought maybe you were the man to talk to. You usually are,” Izaya says.

“I knew him. He had...radical ideas. Do you know why he might be targeting you?”

“I gave him the wrong information.”

“Deliberately?”

Izaya's stomach turns. “Yes.”

“I see,” Shiki says, looking over as a beautiful woman with huge breasts passes them. His eyes cut back to Izaya's. “You're valuable to us a source. I can offer protection.”

“And have someone in my space all day, every day? I have enough of that with Shizu-chan. I'd rather do this my way.”

“In that case, I ask you don't get yourself killed. That's all I can do.”

Izaya could say Shiki owes him a lot more than that, and mention He knows Junichi was part of Shiki's little entourage in the past. He could refuse to leave until he knew more. Instead, he offers a smile, and he stands, knowing Shiki's game, and refusing to play along.

“Then I thank you for your time. I'll see you later,” Izaya says.

“I hope so.” Shiki looks between Izaya and Shizuo again, and then he grins. “I told you it wasn't a good idea to return to the city, Izaya. But I think you've grown since then.”

“Have I?” Izaya asks.

“I believe so. I think this is all good for you. You were such a brat before.”

Outside the building, the driver is gone, undoubtedly wanting to get as far away from Izaya and Shizuo as possible. Izaya can't even blame him. He and Shizuo have an outstanding reputation.

Thankfully, Shizuo is silent as they walk. Izaya shivers, walking as fast as he can. His whole body aches, and he's ready to be in the warmth again.

“Izaya,” Shizuo begins.

“Not now,” Izaya says, meaning 'not ever.' He hopes Shizuo gets that, but he doubts it.

By the time they get back, the sun is setting. Izaya hurries inside and soaks in the warmth, and he bustles around the kitchen to make some tea, even going as far as to make Shizuo some. He's feeling rather hospitable, seeing as how whether he knows it or not, Shizuo is acting as a bodyguard. No one would dare jump Izaya with Shizuo looming beside him.

“What he said...” Shizuo murmurs, looking down at his teacup.

“It's not important,” Izaya says. “It's my business.”

“Were you in a wheelchair?”

Izaya flops onto his couch, leveling his gaze at Shizuo. “Dos that matter?”

“Yes,” Shizuo says. “Did I put you in a wheelchair?”

“Yes,” Izaya replies easily. “You did. I couldn't use my legs for a while. And now I can. End of story.”

Shizuo looks down into his cup, his brows furrowed.

“I had nightmares where I killed you. I lost control. And even if you pushed me, I—“

“Right. I did push you. I pushed you until you broke, Shizu-chan.”

“I'm sorry,” Shizuo says. Izaya ignores him.

“Nothing else matters right now. If I can't get you to leave, you'll at least be quiet while I work. I think that's fair.”

Shizuo is quiet, which is a good sign. Izaya goes to his computer and continues his research. He knows of the man who ordered the stabbing of Shinra. A cocky, vain extremist who used to work with the Yakuza. He had enlisted Izaya's help in planting a bomb in a crowded hotel. Izaya had tipped off the police, not wanting all that carnage.

Junichi must have known Izaya sold him out. But surely he knew better than to think Izaya would go along with such a massive loss of life. Izaya loves humans, even if he doesn't agree with them. He wanted Junichi to fail.

“It's late,” Izaya says after a while. He's been typing away steadily, now on a chatroom for the sake of taking a break. He usually ignores Shizuo, not wanting to give Shizuo the satisfaction of knowing he's even bothered.

“I guess,” Shizuo says. He's watching TV, sneaking glances at Izaya every now and then.

“Are you leaving soon?”Shizuo usually does. He only stayed the night once by accident.

“I wanna finish this episode,” Shizuo says stubbornly. Some cooking show is playing.

Izaya rolls his eyes and puts his head down, reading the responses across his screen. This chatroom is pure recreation, but no less interesting than any other. He replies every now and then, but it's hard to keep up with. His eyelids are heavy, and his head still hurts.

Everything hurts.

He looks up and sees Shizuo above him, eyes cold and hard. Shizuo is reaching for him, for his neck.

“Do it,” Izaya hears himself saying, but it isn't what he wants. He's so afraid, wants to run, but his body won't let him. He's just too proud t say anything different.

Shizuo's hands close around his neck. “I hate you so much,” Shizuo says, eerily calm. “Everything would be so much better without you around.”

Izaya cries, but it doesn't matter. He's dying, and he did this to himself. He knows that. He's always known this is how it would end, and he pushed anyway.

“Izaya!”

He wails, fighting the hands on him, not daring to go out without a fight.

“Wake the fuck up! Izaya—!”

He opens his eyes to find himself at his desk, Shizuo looming over him. Izaya's nails are embedded in Shizuo's arms, blood staining Shizuo's pristine white sleeves.

“What the fuck,” Shizuo breathes, letting go of Izaya when he sees Izaya is awake.

“I...”

“You were crying. And then...”

“It was just a stupid dream,” Izaya says, standing and trying to pass. Shizuo grabs his arm.

“A dream about what?” he asks.

“A monster,” Izaya says, and Shizuo flinches, but doesn't let him go.

“Did... Am I...” Shizuo struggles with words, and then he looks up at Izaya. “Am I the reason you can't sleep?”

“Don't give yourself so much credit,” Izaya says, pulling his arm free. “Go home. I'm going to bed.”

Shizuo looks at him as if he wants to argue, and then his eyes soften. He nods, and then he leaves.

Izaya's stares after him. He locks the door behind Shizuo, and then he goes back to work. He won't sleep; he knows that already.

He'd rather stay awake than relive that again.

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kittyhooded · 4 years

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i wanna go...on a tangent.....abt izaya n the twins so bad......but ayo i’m an older sister i will genuinely Cry on god ndskafmvx;;;

#.mod document #whoever says izaya doesn't care abt the twins ur in denial....#i say i wanna live alone but as soon as a week goes by and i don't hear my sibs i'm gonna die of loneliness

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bunnyseahorse-blog · 3 years

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Teaser for Momentary Peace Chapter 28 (keep an eye out!)

Planning to update next week, but wanted to give y’all a taste of what’s coming and encourage you to check out my Shizaya DRR fanfic that I am honestly pretty proud of! Here’s what to expect for the UPCOMING CHAPTER 28!

To read from the beginning:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24879196/chapters/60193720

Chapter 28 now up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24879196/chapters/81517528

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When Izaya awoke this morning, it was with a dull sense of premonition. Vaguely and unhelpfully, his memory had conjured up a very old memory, one back in his lackluster childhood involving his dad crashing the car they used to own and how he woke up that same very morning, knowing something unpleasant would happen that day as soon as he opened his crusted eyes and drew in a breath.

Why it had been dull, this alarm? Who knew? Perhaps, it should have been sharper: this warning that had sounded as soon as he opened his bleary eyes to see Shizuo quietly snoring beside him, but Izaya doesn’t scare very easily, and he never has. Izaya has been stabbed more than once, has lived through gang wars he’s started himself, and seen true monsters, and he doesn’t mean, Celty or Anri, or even Ruri. Evil wasn’t a species, it was a lack of humanity, and he’s seen even that even in himself, squashed it out the best he could with therapy, and Shizuo’s compassion, and sometimes when he got desperate enough, with denials and promises.

Now, however, he finds himself truly and deeply numb, reunited with the darkness of the city, and surprised to find it rung so close to home.

If this warning had been less dull, and more pronounced, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.

Here he had thought, after some time in his recovery, with the baby on the way, and all the beautiful progress he had made, that the infamous Ikebukuro was less treacherous.

He had been misinformed. Quite literally. He had even paid for that tidbit, paid well, he had double checked the trail, but sometimes as all good informants know, a triple check isn’t even enough if people are blood hungry enough.

Izaya was the shark that smelled the lies, and he hadn’t expected to be fooled tonight, he was the one who smelled the scent of blood in the water, and he hadn’t expected to instead be the one bleeding tonight.

“I should have known to get more sources,” Izaya coughs. He can taste the copper even as he smiles.

#durarara #DRR #Shizaya #izuo #shizuo x izaya #Shizuo Heiwajima #Izaya Orihara #momentary peace #pandafarts

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happyandticklish · 3 years

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New Beginnings

Notes: For the request by @yellowbakyura. I’m not super familiar with this ship, hence why this took so goddamn long, but I like the result! It was super interesting to write their dynamic! Thanks for sending in the request and I hope you enjoy! ^^

Summary: Masaomi tries to clear his mind and ends up running into an old friend.

Walking the city at night was a habit Masaomi had fallen into semi-accidentally. At first, it had been to meet up with Erika and Walker, who were always up to something, regardless the time of day. After a while, he continued going out even if it was without them, enjoying the way the world quieted once the sun fell. Though Ikebukuro was never truly silent, people bustling about the city with tasks of business and pleasure at all hours of the day, there was a kind of unity that the night brought.

It was nice to know that no matter how much time had passed, Ikebukuro was Ikebukuro. A city full of people making connections and gaining heartbreaks, where each moment could be an adventure if you let it. He had always loved that chaotic atmosphere, even now, years later. It was difficult to believe he had graduated just last year. Soon, he would be off to university, an exciting new life ahead of him.

Mikado had already left for home, and Anri was off abroad, her grades landing her a soaring success of scholarships. Eventually, only Masaomi was left. He still hadn’t decided where he was going, and the clock only seemed to tick faster as he struggled to decide. So he had decided to fall back onto an old tradition to help clear his mind.

That night, he strolled around Central Park, his hands interlocked behind his head. He took a seat by the fountain, kicking his legs up and curling them under himself. Around him were a variety of couples conversing under the cover of darkness, as well as several rambunctious teenagers joking and shoving each other perilously close to the water.

Masaomi sighed, leaning back on the cold foundation, a grateful relief from the heat of summer. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax.

“You know, it’s not safe to leave yourself so vulnerable in such a dangerous city. Who knows what kind of creeps you could run into?”

Masaomi’s eyes snapped open, his heart slamming against his chest at the familiar voice. Izaya Orihara stood on the ledge of the fountain behind him, peering down into his face with that serene, cat-like smile of his. It managed to somehow be both pleasant and menacing at the same time.

“The only creep I have to worry about is you,” Masaomi responded dryly, pretending like the other’s presence hadn’t just sent him into cardiac arrest.

“You wound me.” Izaya’s hands were shoved into his pockets, and Masaomi briefly wondered how he could be wearing something like that with the current weather. “I thought you considered me a friend.”

“I have friends. They don’t insist on treating my life like it’s some amusing game.”

“But isn’t that all life is? A game without rules, where winning can sometimes be the same thing as losing. It’s all about perspective, my dear Ma-sa-o-mi!”

“Don’t say my name like that—it’s weird.”

Masaomi sighed. Of all the people to run into, why did it have to be him? Right now he needed clarity, and for as long as he’d known him, Izaya had always provided the opposite of that. He had never met a single more confusing or frustrating individual as the man peering curiously down at him now. He could feel the age-old excitement buzzing in his limbs despite this. Izaya meant danger and risks, dancing through life on a dagger’s edge. It was addicting and terrifying all at once, a contradiction Masaomi had never been able to sort out inside himself.

“What are you doing out here anyway?” Izaya asked, taking a seat besides the other. His legs were tucked tightly underneath himself, far away from risk of falling in the fountain. Masaomi smirked, just slightly. “Shouldn’t you be spending your time with you friends, during these last days of freedom?”

“And what about you?” Masaomi shot back defensively. “You’re alone too, you know.”

“I’m never alone,” Izaya corrected, tossing an affectionate glance at the citizens enjoying the park, unaware of the shark amongst their midst. “I have all of humanity to entertain me. I find they make much better company than friends. After all, it’s impossible to know who others truly are when you constantly endeavor to see the best in them.”

Masaomi narrowed his eyes. Typical cryptic bastard. Still, tonight he found he didn’t mind it. It was a comfort to hear his nonsensical poetry; it helped to drown out the current thoughts plaguing his mind. “That’s something someone with no friends would say.”

“How cruel,” Izaya intoned, smirking lightly. “I forgot about that attitude of yours. You should work on that, if you want people to like you. Lighten up, you know?”

“People do like me—ah, hey!” He jerked back as Izaya poked him suddenly, a playful, harmless jab. The latter’s eyes widened as he registered the extreme reaction. “What was that for?”

“Interesting,” Izaya mused, poking him again. Masaomi drew his knees up protectively, leaning away from the other. “I never knew you were ticklish.”

“I’m not,” Masaomi said immediately. He didn’t like the way Izaya was looking at him, like a predator that had just found its prey. It made his insides squirm, not unpleasantly. Still, he knew this game. Give Izaya an inch and he’d take a full three miles before he gave up. He forget how it was to have those eyes, slanted and inquisitive, targeted at him. “And who just goes around poking people?”

“Lying will get you nowhere.” Izaya was undeterred by the other’s protective position, merely grabbing his leg instead. “Your denials only make me more sure of my assumption.”

“Wha—hey!” Masaomi flailed, just narrowly catching himself and avoiding falling in the fountain. He glared at the other, attempting to jerk his leg back, but found the other’s hold stronger than he originally thought. It was easy to forget how strong Izaya could be when he was so often in comparison to Shizuo. “What are you doing?!”

“Proving a point,” Izaya replied simply, sliding off his shoe like it was nothing and dropping it besides them on the ground. “This will provide ample payback for your earlier comment, don’t you agree? Now, where to start?”

Masaomi clamped his mouth shut when Izaya dragged a lone finger up his sole, his toes curling instinctively. He cursed himself for the reaction, giving himself away before they’d hardly started. It was strange how little defense his socks gave him as Izaya gently scratched the area with a precision that was altogether unfair.

“H-Hnrgh,” Masaomi grunted, attempting to hold back the giggles building in his throat. “I-Izaya!”

“I never realized you were so sensitive!” Izaya marveled, adding more fingers into the mix that crawled up his soles teasingly. Masaomi yelped, jerking hard on his trapped leg. Goosebumps prickled down his arms, as though his foot had a direct link to the rest of the nerve endings in his body. “You should’ve told me earlier—I’ve been missing out on all the fun.”

“T-This ihis exactly w-why, I—ah—heh, d-dihidn’t tell you!” Masaomi covered his face, hoping to hide the blush spreading rapidly across his features. “Izaya!” he squawked suddenly when fingernails skittered teasingly under his toes. “Thahat tihihickles!”

“Well, I should hope so,” Izaya said, amusement dancing in his eyes as he glanced back at the other. “I am tickling you after all.”

Masaomi grinned, his heart fluttering strangely in his chest. “S-Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

“And why should I do that when you give such wonderful reactions whenever I do the opposite?”

This was ridiculous. Masaomi was being ridiculous. After all these years, and still, Izaya knew all the best ways to get under his skin. Old memories were cropping up of hands clapping down firmly on his shoulder, a teasing grin, and those eyes that shot right through you until you couldn’t think anymore.

Masaomi cursed himself internally. He was older now. Smarter. A different person. He was supposed to be preparing for the next stage in his life, choosing who he wanted to represent as a living creature in the vast cosmos, and yet, all he could think about was some stupid high school crush.

People were staring, but not that much. It wasn’t unusual to see strange things in Ikebukuro. He could hear the name Izaya Orihara floating around with notes of surprise, but no one intervened. Masaomi was almost glad for it. It would have been far too embarrassing to have a stranger approach him like this, giggling and squirming like a fool over tickling, of all things.

“What’s wrong? Nothing to say?” He was loving this. The goddamn bastard was soaking this up and Masaomi was going to kill him right after he stopped getting the urge to tackle him to the ground and kiss him until Izaya was just as breathless as him. “You’re usually so talkative. Could it be that you’re too ticklish to withstand something as simple as this? I mean, it’s almost funny—I’m hardly touching you.”

Masaomi squeaked, falling backwards against the marble. “Nahahaha, y-yohohou—fuhuhuhuck!”

“Maybe you like it,” Izaya guessed cheerfully. Masaomi’s toes appeared to be a particularly bad spot, and so he concentrated his efforts there, prying them back with one hand to get better access. Masaomi’s laughter went up several octaves at the new technique, his squirming growing more desperate. “That must be it. Little Masaomi likes to be tickled and he can’t admit it, so he resorts to saying nothing instead, is that it?”

“Nahahahat lihihihittle!” Masaomi protested, his face growing redder if that was even possible. Whether it was because of Izaya’s teasing words or the truth behind them, he couldn’t say. Possibly both.

“Oh? That’s not a denial, you know. Well, if you really do like this, I suppose my only option is to keep going. But these socks are really getting in the way, don’t you think?” Izaya frowned, clucking his tongue in disappointment. “We’re going to have to do something about that.”

Masaomi’s breath hitched when he felt Izaya’s fingers slipping under his sock, nails grazing the skin teasingly as he pulled it off. He let out a frankly embarrassing squeak, and before he could help himself instinct took over. His free foot connected with Izaya’s back, startling him into letting go. However, Masaomi had underestimated the strength he had put into the kick, and they both watched in surprise as Izaya went tumbling into the fountain with a strangled yelp.

Masaomi took a deep breath, still giggling slightly as he sat up. He rubbed his foot against the fountain’s edge, trying to relieve himself of the phantom tickles running through his nervous system. Once he had collected himself slightly, he glanced over at the other only to almost lose it all over again at the sight.

Izaya sat blinking in surprise, his pants soaked through and his jacket floating besides him. His hair fell into his eyes, pasted there by the water. Any semblance of dignity he had held before was gone now. He noticed Masaomi’s face and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare laugh.”

“I thought you wanted me to laugh?” Masaomi shot back, unable to help his delighted grin. To see the great Izaya Orihara in such a manner, drenched and shell-shocked after falling on his ass, was something he had never thought he would witness, though he was immensely glad he had.

Izaya glared at him, his cheeks dusted a faint shade of pink. “You are an insufferable brat.”

“Pot calling the kettle black, wouldn’t you say?”

“You think you’re funny.”

“I’m hilarious.”

Izaya stared as a hand was outstretched towards him, Masaomi’s friendly features on the other side. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you out, obviously,” Masaomi replied, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, just take it. I don’t bite.”

Izaya watched him suspiciously for a moment, before reluctantly accepting his hand. Masaomi pulled him out, the other’s pants sloshing comically as he stood up. Izaya sat down, shedding his jacket in disgust as he stared at the dripping mess. “It’s ruined.”

“It’s just water.”

“You weren’t the one that fell in the fountain.”

“It was an accident! Besides, you were the one tickling me!”

“It’s not my fault you’re that ticklish.”

Masaomi flushed. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Fine.”

Masaomi did not remember consciously deciding to lean over and kiss the other, only that once he had it was everything he had imagined it to be. Izaya’s lips were soft, and they parted under Masaomi’s in surprise. For a moment, everything was wonderful.

And then Masaomi opened his eyes and noticed Izaya’s shocked expression.

Shit.

Masaomi jerked back, flailing awkwardly in his attempt to slide off the fountain. “I’m sorry! That was weird! I’m weird. Fuck. I don’t know why I did that. I’m just gonna… go… now… yeah.” He nodded furiously, snatching up his shoe and whirling around, not even bothering to put it on before he ran off.

His heart felt like it was gonna explode outside of his chest, and he couldn’t decide between imploding with joy or panic. Going to the park was supposed to help clear his mind, and it was anything but clear now. Why did he decide to do that? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Several yards away, Izaya sat staring after him, his fingers pressed delicately against the spot where Masaomi’s lips had been a moment before.

He smiled softly.

#tickling #tickle fic #kizaya #durarara #durarara!!#izaya orihara #masaomi kida #fic request #requests #fanfiction

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tickles-tea · 4 years

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Game of Denial

I bet ya’ll didn’t expect me to come out with a fic for Shinra’s birthday, do you?

Well neither did I lmao. I started writing this spontaneously last night after remembering Shinra’s birthday and somehow managed to finish it today. With an hour to spare~ I’ve never completed a fic this quickly, so I hope you all like it! But of course I can’t forget...

Happy birthday, Shinra!!

“I don’t like it.”

Shinra smiled wryly.

Shinra Kishitani was currently on the roof of the school on his lunch break. He was one of the few students who chose to eat up here, which wasn’t all that surprising really. After all, why would a guy with no friends need to eat in a livelier place? While others may want to crowd in the classroom and exchange gossip and snacks alike, Shinra preferred the quiet open air of the rooftop. It wasn’t because he was overwhelmed at all though. There was just no way he could admire and truly appreciate the lunch Celty had slaved over with all of that ruckus.

And, surprisingly, he wasn’t alone in his self imposed seclusion. Izaya joined him. Whenever he wasn’t spending the time doing nefarious things in empty classrooms, of course.

Izaya brought with him the words of a dozen all wrapped up in one enigmatic individual. And while Shinra’s reason for eating on the roof was to escape the noise, he found that he quite enjoyed Izaya’s company. He liked to spot the irony of his words as they fell from those clever lips. Izaya talked a lot about loving humans. Loving to watch them and play with them and talk to them-loving to love them. And yet, as much as he waxed on and on about his adoration, he never explained why he too isolated himself from the very crowd he claimed to love.

Shinra didn’t bring it up though, allowing Izaya to play his game of denial—out of kindness or pity, he couldn’t say.

It hadn’t taken Shinra long to discover that Izaya was exceptionally good at that game. It was one Izaya played often, and one he played now.

“You know, for being such a scummy guy, you’re a surprisingly bad liar!” Shinra chirped happily, kicking his legs idly from where he was seated beside Izaya on one of the benches.

Izaya whipped his head around to glare at Shinra, looking deeply affronted. It wasn’t often that someone called Izaya Orihara a bad liar. He scoffed bitterly and crossed his arms over his chest, shifting his gaze away from his friend once more. “I’m not. You’re just an idiot.”

His insult only received a laugh in response. “Maybe. That doesn’t change the fact that you’re lying. Or well, trying to, anyway.” Shinra picked up the lunch he’d been neglecting for the past minute or so-for which he silently apologized to Celty-and refocused his attention on finishing up his rice. He didn’t need to look at Izaya to know that he was carefully choosing his next words. The thought made Shinra smile. No matter how much thought Izaya put into his words, he wouldn’t win. Not with Shinra.

“And why on earth would I lie about this, Shinra?” Was the drawled response Izaya decided on. Shinra found himself repressing a smirk.

“Because you’re embarrassed that you like to be tickled.”

He took another bite of his food while Izaya choked beside him. It wasn’t until he was done chewing that Shinra turned to look at him, feeling unsurprised but very happy with what he saw. Izaya’s cheeks were lit up red like the cherry tomatoes he liked to steal from Kadota’s lunch, and his lips were twisted in an embarrassed cringe. It was easy to see how much his teasing affected Izaya, so Shinra did the right thing and laughed at him.

“I-I don’t,” Izaya defended himself, trying to regain his footing in this very unpleasant conversation. “Why would anyone like being poked and prodded at like a children’s toy?”

Shinra gently placed his lunch box aside and scooted closer to Izaya so that they were practically touching shoulders. “How would I know?” He answered easily, leaning in close enough to make Izaya’s breath hitch. “Why don’t I do it and we find out? It can be an experiment~!” Too shocked to move, Izaya could only tense when he felt Shinra’s hands rest on his sides.

With Izaya frozen and silent, Shinra could almost hear the frantic whirling of his friend’s brain trying to make sense of what was going on. “What do you say, vice-president?” Shinra persisted, fingers almost painfully still. One would think that Shinra would go straight for the kill without warning and laugh cruelly as Izaya descended into a giggly mess. However, he waited. He waited, because he knew Izaya wouldn’t miss this opportunity to get what Shinra was sure he’d been craving all this time.

Izaya swallowed thickly. “Wow, Shinra. If you wanted to feel me up, you could have just asked~” he purred with a smirk that was weaker than usual.

Shinra’s glasses glinted in the light. “Just for science!” He assured cheerfully. There was a moment of tense silence before Izaya nodded, slow and hesitant.

“Right...if it’s for science, I suppose we have to. What kind of biology club would we be if we didn’t?”

As much as Shinra mused about how Izaya played the game, he never stopped to think about why he enabled him so. Perhaps it was because Izaya needed to be knocked down a peg or two sometimes. Or maybe it was because Izaya looked awfully cute trying to fumble for the clever words that usually came so easily to him. The reason didn’t matter, Shinra told himself. None of this mattered.

With that thought in mind, Shinra squeezed Izaya’s sides once before spidering his fingers up the ladder of his rib cage. The response was instant, and Izaya jumped with sharp intake of breath, just like he always did when Shinra would sneak a poke at his waist during class. Ever quick to mask his reactions, Izaya clenched his jaw and stiffened his muscles as to not squirm. If Shinra were to be honest, the unaffected expression was pretty convincing.

For all of five seconds, that is.

As soon as Shinra tweaked at his lower ribs, Izaya’s mouth spread into a wide grin and bubbly snickers filled the air. “Ahaha! D-dont!” His hands shot up to push at Shinra’s shoulders. There was hardly any strength in the push though, and that self control was what had originally sparked Shinra’s suspicion that Izaya didn’t mind this as much as he claimed to. The rest of his body language hinted at the same conclusion as well. Izaya cursed and squirmed and glared as much as he could, but he never tried to escape. He never stilled Shinra’s hands or brandished his blade. Not even when his laughter became breathy and strained.

And sometimes, if Shinra paid very close attention, he could feel Izaya lean into it.

“Have you come up with an answer yet, Orihara-kun?” He teased, wiggling his fingers between the other’s ribs to make him squeal. Like this, Izaya looked just as jumpy as the flea Shizuo claimed he was.

Shinra’s words earned him a particularly nasty look that was quickly wiped away by forced mirth. “Nahaha! Shut up! AH! Nohohohahaha!” Izaya’s squirming doubled in intensity when quick fingers skittered up his torso to poke at his underarms. His arms came down in an attempt to block the attack before he could stop himself. He knew that he would only be trapping Shinra’s hands there, but it was impossible to lift them when Shinra was vibrating his fingers into the very ticklish dips of his underarms. “Ahaha shihihit-! Stahahap!”

Shinra snickered at how Izaya’s legs kicked and flailed, deciding to give him another chance to share his discoveries for their little experiment. “Still no idea why you like it?”

“Damnit, Shinra, I don’t-ahhh! Fahahaha!” Izaya’s annoyed snap dissolved into a fit of hysteric laughter when the vibrating switched to gentle scritching. Though, that didn’t stop him from cursing Shinra to hell and back mentally for having the audacity to look so smug.

While he was sure Izaya would strongly disagree, Shinra thought he had every right to be smug. How could he not be when, even with dozens of ticklish sparks overwhelming his nerves, Izaya still made no move to put a stop to this. “You don’t know? That’s okay!” He pulled his hands free to give Izaya a moment to breathe. Though, the mercy was short-lived. “A good scientist always does more than one test!”

Having barely managed to catch his breath, Izaya responded to Shinra’s words with wide eyes full of dread. “N-no, we already have the conclusive answer. Surely we don’t need to-“ Any words after that were lost to a loud cacaophony of frenzied cackles and screeches.

Shinra smiled somberly, at odds with the energetic way his hands squeezed at Izaya’s thighs.

It seemed they'd be playing the game longer still.

Though, in all honesty, Shinra didn’t mind Izaya’s game of denial, and he didn’t mind that Izaya was so good at it.

After all, Shinra was the best.

#durarara #Izaya Orihara #Shinra Kishitani #shinzaya #izashin #tickle fic #my writing #ticklish!izaya #Tickling #I.....can’t believe I finished it on time omg

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undeific · 4 years

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combattrelamour replied to your post “my third eye is open. ask me about izaya’s interpersonal relationships”

@chaosholds TWINS

“i just don’t like those two,” izaya says to namie, and then not-so-subtley proudly monologues about them for another 10 minutes

canonically we all know he loves them. canonically they know he loves them. canonically celty fucking knows he loves them. he thinks he’s slick, but he’s not. he’s somehow convinced himself that he doesn’t care for these two girls after spending his entire childhood nurturing them, playing father and mother and brother all at once. but he’s still izaya about it, he still gave them a whole-ass complex for the laugh, he still neglects and torments them the way he would anyone else, so he thinks he’s in the clear, thinks that there’s nothing different about them, even though there is, because of course there is, because he isn’t the godlike machine he thinks he is

in the tv show the borgias, there’s this quote, “only a borgia, it seems, can truly love a borgia.” only oriharas can truly love oriharas. they understand each other. it’s unhealthy and it’s strange and it’s borderline horrific at times but these three siblings understand the way things are between them, they all know how they feel about one another, but saying it means sacrificing something very important that makes them oriharas, so they live in this quiet place of both denial and acceptance of this loyalty and unyielding tenderness that somehow coexists with everything else, and they don’t talk about it, and they never will, and in years to come they will always say they don’t love each other, because that is the most loving thing they could do

anyway here’s a quote from julia ducournau “brotherhood or sisterhood is always depicted as very gory relationships; they’re always incredibly violent --- like there is too much love, there’s this fusion that both parties want to aim at again but it is impossible because they are two different beings, so one of them must disappear”

#combattrelamour #✚ OUT OF INFORMATION.

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queen-of-bel · 4 years

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I feel like not enough people talk about the fact that Izaya was willing to throw his entire life and future away for Shinra when he was only in middle school.

When Shinra got stabbed, all he wanted was to make Nakura pay. He had no idea that the school would sweep the stabbing incident under the rug. He very easily could have been expelled, and forced to become a dropout (like Mikage). Instead, he instinctively pushed through with this insane plan to take the fall for Nakura, and in exchange, make Nakura’s life a living hell and spend every day regretting what he did.

Namie summed it up well in SH:

“Whenever [Izaya] truly desired to be in control, he always put himself in the most dangerous position. The deepest darkest place in the eye of things. It was where he could lose his life at any time that he pulled off the most depraved of things... People often say the only people who can kill are those prepared to be killed themselves, but Izaya was the kind of man ready to be killed just to punch someone’s face.”

While I obviously pity Nakura, I just find it admirable that a middle school child did such an insane and selfless act for his friend.

Side note, it’s pitiful to see Izaya’s continued loyalty to Shinra, despite Shinra demonstrating multiple times that he does not reciprocate their friendship.

Even when Izaya eventually accepts that Shinra cannot be considered his best friend, Izaya still considers Shinra to be a friend. This prompts Mikage to comment that Shinra cannot be considered a friend at all. Seeing Izaya remain in denial about his relationship with Shinra and continue to do things for Shinra is just.... sad.

#my biggest gripe with drrr's narrative is how they treat izaya like the ultimate villain as if he were completely morally bankrupt #he's not the best guy but he's far from the worst #what about shinra!!!#what about kasane!!!#what about ran!!!!#what about vorona!!!#why aren't these people held accountable for their actions???#i mean even shizuo's morality is on the same playing field as izaya and yet he constantly gets the victim narrative treatment #i'm not saying that izaya shouldn't have repercussions #but he shouldn't be the only one!!#and frankly his punishment is far too disproportionate #amelia rambles

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xox-hitorabu-xox · 5 years

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You misunderstood my words, I definitely think Izaya doesn't need a lover in canon in order to have a personal resolution, I just named the Shinzaya, Shizaya and Izamika ships because they're objectively the ships with more potential (and quantity of material) to evolve into something else, where situations are ambiguous enough (especially with Shinra and Shizuo) to be read in both ways. I mean, it's really easy to think Izaya might be in unrequited love with his "best friend" who doesn't (2)

give a shit and is totally obsessed with a monster or that is in love with his lifetime rival but in extreme denial because Shizuo’s first rejection hurt him deeply and since his heart is so fragile to break if filled with human love, betrayal or rejection, convincing himself to hate him while destroying his life, is the ultimate form of self-preservation (+ other additional stuff that came later), etc. It’s just a step from the two interpretations, that’s why it would take nothing to (2)

write something about Izaya’s past with Mikage and Kine, he didn’t because he lacked time. No big secret behind it, he was and still is involved in too many projects and lately even got sick and just recently recovered. Dude don’t get mad, I’m not saying that there is 0 potential between Izakage, like they’re already more steps ahead from Izanamie but still doesn’t seems like she’s one of the people who had an epic impact in his life, if by any case it’s revealed that she is, good for you. (3)I’m not really against anything and I read a bit of everything, but if someone comes at me asking: “What Drrr ship has the most potential/double interpretation material to build over in order to make it romantic?” and oc I’d reply Shinzaya, Shizaya and Izamika because I just have eyes to read and what I read tell this. It’s not like I prefer them or something, if Mikage was in Shinra’s place to give an example, that’d be the other way around. It’s nothing personal against the Izakage ship. (4)

If people don’t see potential in something doesn’t mean there isn’t in general, if Shizaya is so popular is specifically because so many people can see it because it’s really easy interpreting certain behaviors in different ways. It’s just Narita who can’t see this or any other mxm ship because is limited by homophobia and all ships need to be straight. But here we’re talking about potential not what will happen in canon, that’s why I say is all wasted unexplored potential. Too bad for him.(5)

Maybe I’m the only one who thinks IzayaxMikage is more or less on the same level of KadotaxIzaya. Like both know Izaya pretty well, they shared the high school period and know and acknowledge his flaws, still they still see some positivity in him. They’re impartial in jugding him, contrary to others who see him as Satan himself or Shinra who knows him more than anyone else still doesn’t care. Difference? None. IzayaxMikage has simply more chances because is a straight ship and that is sad af.

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First off, Narita has broken the INCEST taboo, literally having Kurui and Mairu, both girls and sisters, kissing, (whether or not they hold and attraction for Aoba/Kasuka as a side attraction is beside the point) so I HIGHLY doubt he’s a homophobe or worried about every ship being straight, that’s just you being salty over Shizaya not being canon(and don’t say you’re not, because otherwise you wouldn’t care about or have an issue with Narita not acknowledging Shizaya). And it’s not nice to accuse people homophobic unless it comes out of his own mouth, especially considering all the gay jokes and vibes throughout the anime and novels.

Nextly, all of this is you pushing your ship onto me and putting down my ship, which is just rude. On top of that, Claiming that Shizaya has SO MUCH potential while telling me my ship has next to none is also incredibly petty of you. I’m not gonna argue about Shinzaya or IzaMika one way or another, (KEEP IN MIND THAT I AM IN NO WAY BASHING SHIZAYA, I FULLY SUPPORT THE FANART AND FANFICTIONS FOR IT) but Shizaya is honestly the worse pairing to compare to IzaKage or ShinCelty. Unlike with all the other ships in Durarara!! Shizuo and Izaya hate each other, they try to kill each other on a daily basis, they can’t stand each other, they don’t like or admire anything about the other, and would never want to, it’s not even remotely love. It’s pure unrivaled hatred. While I enjoy Shizaya in fanfictions, I would NEVER wish for that pairing to become canon.

And since you have basically put down ShinCelty and said that I shouldn’t go on about what isn’t healthy, let’s go on about what IS healthy. Unlike Shizuo and Izaya, Shinra and Celty never try to kill each other, they are physically attracted to each other, and above all else, Shinra makes Celty feel like an actual human being and Celty inspires Shinra act like a human being and keeps him from making terrible and inhumane choices on more than one occasion(like stopping him from killing Aoba). Celty is the one who encouraged Shinra to go make friends, Celty is the one who looks after him and his wounds after he was attacked by Adabashi, Shinra is the one who helps Celty find happiness and humanity. Yes, Shinra manipulated Celty and Celty was mad at him, but his feelings for her were still genuine, even if he was selfish and very questionable, arguably having even less morals than Izaya. But he never tried to have her killed, they don’t throw huge objects or knives at each other on a daily basis, they don’t frame each other for crimes, they don’t tell each other they’re not allowed to come into Ikebukuro or act like they own the town, they don’t prevent the other from making connections, or any of that. Shinra may have lied to her on more than one occasion, and may be twisted and done a lot of twisted things, but in comparison to Shizaya, Shincelty is innocent as hell and to even try to compare Shizaya to ShinCelty is really looking bad on you. I don’t ship ShinCelty or Izakage because it’s a straight, I ship it because of the mutual understanding and appreciation I feel they have for one another.

I don’t see Shizaya as having potential in canon, Because Shizuo and Izaya bring out the worst in each other, they make each other’s lives worse(And Izaya literally wants Shizuo to become a monster, and can’t stand when he acts nice or like a human, unlike Shinra who would support Celty no matter what path she chose). Shizuo and Izaya want to avoid each other, especially in the novels, yet they keep picking fights and could NEVER get along. So comparing that level of toxicity to the level of toxicity of any of the mutual couples in Durarara is redundant. Hell, SHIZAYA MIGHT AS WELL BE DIOxJOJO FROM JBA BECAUSE IT’S JUST THAT BAD OF A HATRED. Though knowing you, you probably ship that.

Unlike you, I’m looking at logic. Hate is hate. That’s just a fact. Hate to that extreme doesn’t turn into love.

On top of that, while maybe Izaya was angry about the rejection, he wanted to use Shizuo. And their first interaction wasn’t even in the novels from what I recall, that was anime only. But Shizuo had heard about the kind of person Izaya was beforehand, and Izaya had heard about Shizuo as well. Izaya approached Shizuo with the intentions to manipulate him. And Shizuo doesn’t help anything throughout the series. He only makes everything worse. Again, I don’t like fighting over ships, but you’re the one who came onto MY post and started attacking me, putting my ship down, and spamming my inbox with biased propoganda about why Shizaya would work and why IzaKage wouldn’t. Quite frankly, I’m getting tired of this.Also, just because something is super popular doesn’t always make that great. A lot of people out there ship pedophilia (30 year olds with 12 year olds or younger) more than they ship the actual canon pairings of some of the anime out there, but that doesn’t make it okay.Anyway, I’m done arguing about this.(I realized too late you said it WASN’T that you thought it had no potential. I feel like an idiot now, but I’m not taking back a lot of the other things I’ve said.

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█ ▌┆❤ ( HEADCANON ) TRIGGERS RELATING TO TRAUMA & RANGE OF REACTION

All triggers are one that she actively avoids and tries to forget about and so if confronted with one there are a range of reactions that will come with it. Some of which she will lash out (Although this is rare it has happened. For instance when confronting Izaya) But most other times she will be unresponsive and instead retreat into herself. Never exerting her emotions. She keeps herself on lockdown as to not draw attention, not worry anyone. And of course keep Saika at bay.

❤—-;; speaking badly of saika in whether it be intentional or not.

Calling Saika a monster, calling her evil, saying she is scum, disgusting, impure, unholy, ect. Anri believes herself to be those things though she tries to think differently she is very negative on herself. For Anri, Saika is her lifeline. Through the years they have forged a deep bond even if the relationship they are in is unhealthy for the both of them. Saika’s influence has tainted Anri’s mind and corrupted her thought processes leading to distorted logic. Anri however does not view this as a problem, she cannot tell that her way of thinking differs from the rest of the world and is morbidly flawed.

Her reactions to such are erratic and follow no pattern because it is an issue she regularly avoids. Anri denies any allegations that Saika is truly bad and twists around the words to aim it at herself. Do to the constant denial when such is brought up the teen’s reaction is like a blowout of emotions that she has not learned to cope with. She can become violent and cause herself to have a panic attack. Anri is far from mentally sound and through the years she’s bottled up the majority of her emotions and has avoided most anything that could cause them to leak out. So when a highly sensitive topic arises that she had not trained herself to stifle it’s anyone’s guess what she’ll do.

Not only does Anri react poorly to that situation, Saika does as well. It’s not so much that someone was calling her out but that they made Anri so disheveled and scared. Being protective of her parasite Saika will react defensively, using Anri’s body because the hold she had on her mental state deteriorated and real emotions started flooding out. Using this opening to her advantage Saika will harness more of Anri’s psyche and use her to attack the one who caused the pain. Anri is still able to think but is most likely emotionally drained and weak by the time that happens. Saika will stop if Anri commands her too but it might take a bit for her to come back to senses.

❤—-;;talking ill of her mother.

Anri sees her Mother as someone to strive to be. Anri wanted to become like her Mother, protecting the ones she cares about and never leaving anyone’s side even if it turns bad. She will not tolerate preconceived notions of her beloved Mother and will become increasingly unstable if spoken to about it. Her relationship with her mother wasn’t the healthiest at times. Her Mother always believing that her husband and Anri’s father still loved them and kept her in the household despite the abuse. It was hard to leave and Sayaka’s undying love continued to cause them both to deteriorate.

Sayaka’s actions in the end also confuse Anri’s morals. How she killed her father then put the blade on herself. The action of killing her father is what disturbed her the most. Anri still is unsure of whether or not, in the end, she still truly loved her father or if she was simply doing as her beloved Mother told her to. Anri doesn’t want to kill anyone, nor does she want to use Saika for malicious purposes.

❤—-;;talking about her father and what he’s done

This will cause a more stifled reaction, drawing silent and breaking out into a cold sweat. It is normal for her to have constant nightmares about her past. The happy times she once had were but an illusion and soon the truth came out. It is normal for her to wake up in the morning feeling sick because of her dreams.

The trauma that came with the abuse is incredible. Anri is numb, trying to relearn what it’s like to feel again. Views on life are skewed, logic is off, and she becomes a walking contradiction. Anri is not a very healthy young lady, or sound mentally. Even if she likes to think she has everything under control. Anri can speak of her past rather calmly, seeing as it’s a topic that has numbed her. But she still shows signs that there’s something wrong or off when speaking about it. Shaking hands, a cold sweat, maybe increased stuttering.

Adding to this strangulation is a huge trigger for her, specifically if she was ever to be strangled again there’s a big chance she would simply freeze in place. Strangulation is how her father tried to kill her as a child so it would immediately draw flashbacks.

❤ —;; threatening her friends

This has been shown to cause a great reaction in Anri. She will lash out and she will go out of her way to protect those she sees are dear to her. Over time she has relied on others for her happiness. Thus making her a ‘parasite’ among other reasons. While this logic is flawed in some ways it is how the strongly believes herself to be. The happiness she’s been searching for is often times found in the people she is social with.

For example Mika, even though they were only being foils of each other. Anri was unable to tell the difference between platonic and romantic love for her. But she was happy to some extent. Then with Mikado and Kida. She became more protective of them as well. As shown with Izaya, if you were to threaten her friends and her happiness she wouldn’t hesitate to take you on. Using Saika to control you and becoming one with the Saika Army.

Anri does get out of hand at times, maybe even selfishly. But overall she is a very selfless person. She wants to protect the people of the city, protect her friends and those she sees as family. It’s just been so long since she’s had true happiness. Always having to dream about it and never actually living it. Usually Anri will shut down in situations pertaining to her own well being. But when it comes to other she will step up.

#❤ ┆ ❛ HEADCANONS (truth; okaasan they called her) ❜#abuse tw #strangulation tw #ask to tag

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sachigram · 3 years

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Your Izaya tags are mean but we all know you love him!

Please respect my privacy in these trying times..............

#asks #anon #you gonna come here and tell me some truth?#not in this house anon we live in denial here thanks!#izaya bitch boi orihara

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lucifersus · 6 years

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Hello there! I know that you haven't been that active in the Shizaya fandom and that's OK. You seem really happy with Hajishun and I am glad. However, I have a couple of questions/scenarios that I wanted to know your opinion on. How would Izaya and Shizuo react to the death of the other? Like if they were murdered. Before and after the death match, if there is a difference. Thank you.

Thank you~I’m happier here yes. I’m my favorite character after all~But even if you ask me since I haven’t touched Shizaya for long, I’m not sure how well I can answer your question? Well but since you asked this a second time I’ll try? It won’t be long or detailed like the past though.

Well we know Shizuo was restless at Izaya disappearing for so long when he got backstabbed that he asked Mairu and Kururi about the flea. And since he always thinks Izaya is up to something, when Izaya doesn’t do anything and doesn’t appear in front of him when he’s dead Shizuo will just think the same way and that he’s really up to something.

So it might be a shock? If Shizuo finds out Izaya is dead before the death match. He might be ‘oh good the flea is finally dead’ or he might go into denial ‘tch the flea can’t die so easily’ and then he’d live his life the normal way. And if he doesn’t believe Izaya is dead it’d be even more of a shock when he realizes Izaya is really dead. Of course the denial would be less like if someone like Shinra or Celty told him. I think Shizuo would need time to process that Izaya is dead (like if he’s told and he didn’t see Izaya get murdered in front of his eyes) and when he does the shock (?) will numb him.

And well it’d be like a hanging issue because their relationship was never resolved. Shizuo might get angry at Izaya being dead and ‘running away’, he might get depressed since it’s something unresolved, he might get frustrated at his power outlet being gone, etc. But I think he’d take it normally? At first, until time passes without Izaya appearing then he realizes Izaya really died and he never even got to say goodbye (he did before the death match)

After the death match, well the only difference is that he got to say goodbye? He already knew he was going to kill Izaya, so he wouldn’t be surprised if Izaya died (but might really think he’s a monster cause of that) - ah wait, you said murdered…uh, well in a way here, Izaya already left Ikebukuro and Shizuo said goodbye to him, so it wouldn’t be as much of a shock since their relationship wasn’t resolved, but something happened on Shizuo’s side (he wanted to cut it off completely by seriously trying to kill Izaya) so it’s ‘resolved’ for Shizuo in a way until years later when he’s missing Izaya. So like if it happens around then like when he wonders what his and Izaya’s relationship could have been like if they had been on better terms, there might be less denial and Shizuo would be more sad? There would be more acceptance in a way cause he started it and so it should be somewhat expected, like Izaya could have gotten murdered because he was still injured from their death match and couldn’t defend himself well. Shizuo was already wondering if Izaya was alive, ‘Tch, so the flea is alive’ in his interview so yeah there would be less shock on Shizuo’s side, maybe anger too but since Shizuo seemed to be missing Izaya in SH, probably sadness.

As for Izaya, Shizuo murdered before the death match? Well, denial. Monsters can’t die and all. If he hears it from Shinra well, ‘Ah is that so? Shizu-chan’s finally dead’ And probably cheerfully going about his usual screwing up people’s lives activities and going to Ikebukuro thinking he can go to visit his humans without a monster in the way. Then probably like Shizuo as time passes and he sees continuously Tom and Vorona without Shizuo there (or only Tom) he’d realize Shizuo is really dead and all the emotions from his unrequited love come pouring in - since according to my theory, he won’t admit his unrequited love for Shizuo since Shizuo is a monster (one of the reasons being he can’t die) and so if Shizuo dies, Shizuo becomes human in Izaya’s heart and eyes and yeah - unrequited love theory. It’s kind of cruel really.

After the death match - well the denial would be less? Like Izaya is traumatized by Shizuo there right? So there might be relief at first that Shizuo is dead and he’s safe, but then again probably emotions from his unrequited love will come because there he has already acknowledged Shizuo as human. I think it may send him into a spiral of depression. Like, he doesn’t know what to feel at Shizuo’s death which was really unpredictable and Shizuo did something unpredictable - the most unpredictable again and yeah he wasn’t even there to see it. Also probably will find out who murdered Shizuo and make their lives hell like he did with Nakura for Shinra - cause like he did it to make sure he’s never that weak again right? So he’d be much more weak with his unresolved unrequited love with Shizuo’s death and all so he might do something similar to the Shinra situation with those who murdered Shizuo. Maybe.

Eh it’s interesting how they’d both maybe go into denial at the death of the other even though they claim to hate each other so much, at least I think. Ah but like I said I really haven’t touched Shizaya for long so I’m not sure how ‘accurate’ my answer is.

#qns #i really haven't touched shizaya for so long though?#but if you want to know my opinion i guess this is it?

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imaginarydragonling · 6 years

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Haikyuu!! Fic Recs: IwaOi Ship

***Disclaimer: This is based on my own personal reading and preferences and is thus (1) skewed by my personal tastes; and (2) hopelessly incomplete. If there is a fic you really love that you would like to share, please feel free to reblog/comment/message me to let me know!***

***WARNING: This list contains nsfw and explicit content so please read at your own discretion and take note of the author’s tags!***

This is a big ship. You have been warned.

Conquering the Great King is the first in the five works that comprise @suggestivescribe‘s Breaking the Rules series. It is a “tobacco scented blessing” with prose and imagery that will stay with you. Iwaizumi and Oikawa both have their own baggage, and it’s a roller coaster ride of emotion as they fall in love and struggle to make space in their lives for each other. I fell in love with suggestivescribe’s writing style in the opening chapters and I stayed in love because of their characters. You want to cheer for Oikawa as he grows as a person, and Iwaizumi turns out to be a surprising romantic. If that’s not enough to convince you to give this a read, there is also the smoking hot smut to keep you sizzling. Oh, also — a giggling drunk Suga ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Need more IwaOi? @frenchibi has got you covered! You’ve got something I need is but one example — there’s everything you need in a good IwaOi fic: cute childhood shenanigans, some angst, and tooth-rotting fluff. Her characterization is spot on and I fell in love with them as they fell in love.

If you are looking for more angst, apologies has it. It’s short and there is unresolved hurt, but that just means you get to imagine your own ending! Or beg her to throw the rest of us a bone and at least confirm that there’s a happy ending in there somewhere! I wanted to cry after reading this which inspired me to do art for it (shameless plug: you can see my art here).

Next, the angst train continues on with tongue tied by izayas ( @shizuos on tumblr). Miscommunication is the name of the game here, along with a fair bit of Denial, Denseness, and Dumb boys. Kuroo and Kenma feature heavily in this story as well, but for this post, I am going to highlight Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s story. They are both idiots. Circles are run, triangles are loved, no square dancing is had, but be prepared to pull at your hair and scream into your pillow. izayas’ writing gives you an insight into our characters’ heads and their inner turmoil, so much so that even as you are frustrated with them, you understand where they are coming from and why they do (or don’t do) what they do. It’s a wild and wonderful journey, and it’s not quite over yet.

I Choose You by TripsH is a Soulmate AU which is told from Iwaizumi’s POV. Just over 9.3 thousand words long, this one-shot sweeps you along as Iwaizumi grows up next to Oikawa, the quest of meeting your soulmate hanging over their heads. If the Soulmate AU trope is your thing, please give this a read!

kittebasu (chanyeol)’s fic to be first, to be best is another one shot that will have you sympathizing with Iwaizumi because he has to deal with a trash can of a human being for a best friend even as you shout at him for how dumb and dense and deaf he can be. The character voices are spot on and kittebasu (chanyeol)’s writing injects humour into every sentence and brings this fic to life. Bonus: There is DaiSuga and Daichi actually being an honest to god Good in the world and the Sawamura-Iwaizumi friendship is everything every fan who couldn’t pick between Karasuno and Seijoh could want.

Last, but certainly not least on this list is The Best I Ever Had by @findingschmomo. This fic holds a special place in my heart because this was the first piece of fanfiction I ever read that made me realize that there was this whole wonderful world of fandom behind my favourite shows. This story is a gift and more. It starts some years in the future, when Oikawa and Iwaizumi have drifted apart due to time and space. Their reunion and struggle to re-define their relationship are what this fic is all about, and findingschmomo does a masterful job balancing hope of the future with the angst of reconciliation. I hope you will love it as much as I do.

If you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment on the fic to let the author know! Have a fic you really love that you would like to share or scream about? Let me know with a reblog/comment/message!

Happy reading!

Dragonling’s Haikyuu!! Fic Recs Masterpost

#haikyuu!!#writing #fic recs #hq #iwaoi #icebergs? what icebergs #ps if anyone knows these authors on tumblr please tag them or point me to them?#thanks in advance!

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Shizaya fic recs

Here are the fics I mentioned previously! These are my absolute faves in the fandom~ Some of them are really underappreciated because of the lack of pairing tag/ mention, but legit qualifies as preslash (which I actually prefer), so do give them a chance!!

Sunrise by Azurelitestar (Lengthy oneshot; Preslash; Was actually written for me and fuck its so good I CANNOT OKAY SHAKES FIST; Feels like a legit continuation from/ extension of the novels)

This is the beginning of an end; an end to the relationship these two mortal enemies once had.

To Try Again, or The Tale of a Family by Threesmallcrows (Completed; Absolutely golden Izaya character exploration, and Orihara family dynamics. Not Shizaya but if you’re an Izaya fan, please read and give it more love!!)

When Izaya left, he ripped this family open. Now, he's back- after a two year absence. And they are dying again, mother and daughters, father and son. Why can't you see what you do to us, Izaya? You shouldn't have come back.

The Mercurial Mask by Karasu Yurei (Completed; THE PLOT MAN THE PLOT; Mild hints of Shizaya preslash)

A new gang comes to town looking for something special, and is willing to turn all of Ikebukuro upside down until they find it.

Lies and Truth by ZS fan (WIP; I literally teared up trying to stifle laughter reading this at 2am ok)

What if you could tell if someone was lying? After an accident, Izaya gains the ability to see lies, which a certain monster happens to be impervious to. Bored with his humans, he decides to toy with the unpredictable man, unaware that Shizuo has secrets of his own.

Shizuo’s Bow Tie by CRQ (Complete; THE FUNNIEST DAMN THING I EVER LAID EYES ON JUST READ THE SUMMARY NO MATTER HOW HIGH YOUR EYEBROWS GO JUST READ YOU WONT REGRET IT)

Hi, I'm Shizuo's sunglasses. Shizuo's shoes need hearing aids, and his bow tie thinks it's gangsta. But who's this scrawny human with the bitchy jacket? And would somebody please give his switchblade some Xanax?

The sequel: Izaya’s Ring (WIP)

Denial by LadyCharity (Complete; More Orihara family dynamics, Shizaya only at the end. Honestly I don’t really want to spoil it, but I don’t want to put anyone through undue trauma so... rape warning. While the fic doesn’t really focus on it as a core thing, please put yourself first.)

In a twist of fate, Izaya becomes the victim of another's mind game. His sisters' lives are at stake and any choice he makes could end in someone's death. It takes only one night for his entire world to be destroyed.

Not Justice by izanayas (WIP; Quite short but rather recent, hoping it’ll get updated soon! It’s shaping up to look really good, like a legit continuation from/ extension of the novels)

What’s weird isn’t that Yahiro thinks Orihara Izaya should come back; it's that he's not the only one who does. The solution to this problem is obvious to him. But those who share the same idea don't necessarily share the same goals... and Izaya himself is as alive as ever. As destructive as ever. Brimming with potential to make everything worse.

The Gain-Loss Theory of Attraction by caffeinekitty (Lengthy oneshot; great take on the Shizaya relationship, if they do start dating)

In which we value more the things we have to work for.

It Just Happened & May the Best Man Win by ZS fan (WIP; but the plots are tantalizing man; Note - this author likes to write in a style similar to the original novels. It might be a bit hard to get into at first because the style’s unfamiliar and quirky, but I came to enjoy it. I hope you do too!)

To Hell and Back by Jillyfish (WIP officially, but I think it stopped at the right point and can be taken as completed as it is. But ofc, if there’ll be more, I won’t be complaining at all haha)

It starts with post cards. Izaya has disappeared and gone up on some obscure form of vacation. However, when Shizuo tracks him down to enact a spontaneous whim of revenge, they each have a change in plans. They ultimately end up traveling together.

What they encounter on their journey are people and places that teach them that Ikebukuro isn't the only Hell on Earth. Their experience becomes one about Humanity, whether it be lost or found.

Everything by TastewithoutTalent on AO3 (Seriously, I binge-read everything in like, 3 days its so good)

Mezhdu Dvukh Ogney (Between Two Fires) by Delphicy (WIP; Fandom classic for a reason. ‘Nuff said. Borderline crack, but there’s a hidden reason for it!)

Simon’s ill-fated decision to play match-maker forces Shizuo and Izaya to become reluctant allies. Their goal? To demonstrate what a horrible idea it is to force them into a relationship. Or: how KFC nearly sparked the apocalypse. Now with 70% more arson!

This is an English fanfic about a Japanese series that is riddled with Russian proverbs and Celtic mythology. It's like riding It's A Small World, only instead of animatronics you have violent manchildren and an entire city's unhealthy fixation with their sexual relationship.

Landscape Over Zero (WIP; Izaya and child!Psyche&Tsugaru; Supposed to build up to Shizaya, but didn’t develop that far. My own imagination made up for it though: How did Nebula develop them to look so much like Izaya and Shizuo? I also noted that they never outright stated they were androids; Izaya had assumed that himself... Plus Nebula does have a connection to Shinra, who has access to Izaya and Shizuo’s DNA...... Waggles eyebrows)

Asphyxiation (Short kinky PWP, heehee)

FILL (Short fill; I know it’s actually an untitled fill, but I think the title’s oddly appropriate HAHAHA)

The Morning After.

One Plus One Equals Fun (Short fill; Basically, DRRR the Musical. That last line hit straight home man)

It’s Just a Kiss by Shizayabayo (Oneshot; Cute AF)

“Ah, I hear you loud and clear,” Izaya pauses for a moment. “but, you know...”

Suddenly a tall, lanky man with bleach blonde hair enters the room and lazily makes his way down the stairs.

“I also have my methods.”

In which Izaya finds himself in the middle of a meeting with some very intimidating characters and a pajama clad Shizuo swoops in to unknowingly save the day.

There’re actually quite a few more fics I bookmarked, but these are my faves! Hope y’all get something outta this list!

#shizaya

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