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chickensoup-4-mysoul · 1 year

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herculean(drrr x f!reader) - chapter 1

chapter 1 - Warm Welcome

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

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

word count: 4,158

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

warnings: minor violence, attempted kidnapping

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah, father.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A vicious slasher?” Erika chimes in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sounds like Simon, alright," Saburo comments.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Um...thanks?"

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

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

...

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

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

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

“Shut up, willya?”

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

“Hey, Saburo.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"H-Here! She's here!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

The corner of your mouth twitches. It feels familiar.

That's funny.

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randoimago · 7 months

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Hello how are you doing today may please request shizuo, Akabayashi and izaya with an s/o whose an assassin

With an Assassin S/O

Fandom: Durarara

Character(s): Izaya Orihara, Shizuo Heiwajima

Type of Request: Headcanons

Warning(s): Suicide mention (you did request for Izaya and he's trash)

Note(s): Not writing for Akabayashi, but I can do Shizuo and (reluctantly) Izaya for you.

Izaya

First off, he taunts you. You're an assassin, a cold-blooded killer. And you fell in love with him? Kind of pathetic, S/O. But don't worry, he won't let your Ill-placed love go to waste.

Definitely uses your talents. He'll make sure whatever bounty boards or assignments you get align with his plans without telling you a thing. Just wishes you luck in your killings.

Izaya has pushed people to try and commit suicide. I can see him trying to have you prove your love by killing those closest to you for him. Just wants to test your loyalty a bit and see how you react if you say a parent or sibling pop up as someone you have to kill.

Shizuo

Doesn't care. As long as you don't kill anyone he's attached to then that's fine. He doesn't want to know the details of your job unless he sees that it's starting to wear you down.

Shizuo isn't a fan of the idea that you're an assassin, but he's not going to tell you how to live your life unless it does start to affect him or those he cares about.

As long as his brother and his friends are safe even though he associates with you then that's fine with him.

#durarara x reader #shizuo x reader #shizuo heiwajima x reader #izaya x reader #izaya orihara x reader

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yoditopascal · 19 days

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•°✧ introduction ↓↓

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↪ eren | she/they | 29 | infp | probably high 🍃

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schloppyjoe · 2 years

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Shizuo brainrot has consumed me, coming out with a drabble about him shortly...

The literal chokehold this man has on me-

I'M GOING TO WORK AND GOING BEZERK FOR HIM WHAT-

I WANNA BE THAT CIGARETTE 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

#please help #durarara #im weird #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo #im a simp #shizuo x reader #oh no hes hot #the chokehold this man has on me #i'm mentally unwell #brainrot #shizuo brainrot #oh my fuck #what the hap is fuckening #aw shit here we go again

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masterlistmaker · 1 year

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Special Agent Lokitty Masterlist- Durarara!! Works

Works are sorted by ship/reader

Shizuo Heiwajima x reader

Don't be jealous

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bakubabes-tatakae · 3 years

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A/N: Day four, let's have some more! I just want to hear Shizuo Heiwajima give me praise while I give him head, you guys. 👏 If you’d like a spot on the Kinktober taglist then please don’t hesitate to give me a shout. ❤️

Pairing: Shizuo Heiwajima x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, oral sex, 18+ content, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk, praising, alcohol consumption, offensive language (swearing)

Word Count: 1.1k

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When Shizuo had come home from work for the day you had expected your normal, loving husband. The last thing you had thought was going to happen was him being moody and grumpy. But this happened at least once a month. Collecting debts with Tom wasn’t always the most fulfilling thing for him. He definitely had some stressful times.

You popped up from the couch when you heard the front door open and made your way to the kitchen. Shizuo started to take his vest and bow tie off, placing his sunglasses onto the counter as he spotted you coming around the corner.

You smiled, not realizing it had been one of those days before you said anything to him. “Welcome home, babe!”

As he looked up from unbuttoning the top of his shirt you knew that it was going to be a rough night. The normal smile that painted his face when he saw you wasn’t there. It was omething that you looked forward to seeing every day. And instead of the normal greeting that you got from him, that was always full of happiness and kisses, you got a grunt.

He passed by your figure and made his way to the living room. You sighed and reached for the fridge door, pulling a beer from the shelf before following him. You knew just what he needed to take the edge off and make his night a little better.

His body flopped onto the couch as you made your way back into the living room. The sound of the beer cap popping off the bottle made his eyes find you. You held it out toward him and raised your eyebrows. “Tell me about it?”

Shizuo took the bottle from you and took a swig. “Not much to tell you, Y/n. I just had a couple of rough collections today.”

You knelt on the floor in front of him and placed your hands on his thighs, watching as he lowered the bottle away from his face. “Maybe you should let me take away some of your stress then, Shizuo.”

His eyes widened as your hand slowly moved up his leg, reaching for his waistband of his pants. He cleared his throat and placed the bottle on the table beside him. “You really don’t have to do that, darling.” He grabbed onto your hands and moved toward you. “I’m fine. Really. I just need to relax for a little while.”

You slowly stood as his hand slid under your chin, his body standing with your own. “Whether you’re fine or not, let me help.”

Shizuo knew as well as you did that arguing was futile. You always got your way and that wasn’t going to change today. He felt your hands wrapping around his waist, tugging at the waistband of his pants as you knelt back down. Shizuo had always loved the way you looked when you were on your knees in front of him and this time was just the same. The way you always looked so precious as you unzipped his pants.

His eyes were trained on you as you got his pants down his legs, his boxers following them. His erection stood before you, anticipation making him already ready for you. You grasped his length in your hands and pumped it slowly, watching as his head fell behind him. A grunt left him as his high began to come barreling toward him.

You took him into your mouth and slowly moved over his length. Shizuo’s hand wrapped into your hair, his hips now moving with the pace that you were. “F-fuck, baby girl.” His eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head as he watched you, his thoughts only on how perfect you looked with your lips wrapped around his cock.

You could feel his hips beginning to move a little faster, his high coming closer and closer to him as he chased it. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth, darling.” He tugged on your hair a little, causing an ache in your loins to start. “Just wait until you’re done. You’re not going to know what hit you.”

Shizuo placed his hand on the back of your head, pushing you onto his length over and over, getting him as far into your mouth as he could. You could feel your eyes starting to tear up as you took him farther and farther. “So god damned perfect for me. You always take my cock so damn well.”

As his pace quickened again you could tell he was nearing his high. His grunts and moans became louder as he kept his eyes on the sight of you. Your own moans escaping you every time he tugged a little harder on your hair, sending more pleasure through him as your vocal cords vibrated against his length. “I’m close, baby.” His hips were now rutting into your mouth, your hands gripping onto his hips as you clutched them for balance. “Shit.”

And just like that his cock twitched against the roof of your mouth, the feeling of thick, warm cum shooting down your throat. You pulled away from him, slowly standing as you wiped your mouth. Shizuo pulled his pants back up to his waist and fastened them before cupping your face in his hands. “You’re so god damned perfect.” His lips roughly touched yours, moving together with your own as he thanked you for what you had just done for him. “Now I wanna see that pretty, perfect, little ass in that bedroom in five minutes.” He tilted your chin up to lock eyes with you. “It’s my turn to return the favor. I hope you’re prepared for the time of your life.”

He grabbed your arm and turned your toward the bedroom, pushing you forward with a harsh tap on the ass. You obeyed, making your way to the bedroom, doing exactly as he said. You stipped your clothes and waited for him. His hungry eyes watched your figure as he walked in, his hands pulling you from the bed. “No, no. That’s not how were doing this.” He gripped his shirt and pulled, stripping the button up from his arms, tossing it to the side. “I want that pretty pussy on my face.” A wink was visible as he turned for the bed, climbing on to wait for you. “Don’t make me wait too long, darling.”

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tinkerbelldetective · 2 years

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Smell- S.H.

You never liked the smell of cigarettes, and he knew it. It was a bad habit, and he seemed to have a lot of those, if he was honest with himself. Luckily enough for you, his smoke breaks barely made it past two puffs before the cigarette hit the ground with animosity.

An entire jug of milk sits on the small coffee table in front of you, his chest rising and falling underneath your head. The only thing you smell is the rain and the smallest hint of soap. He grumbles as you snuggle into his chest, but his hands are making their way through your hair, so he doesn't mind, not really.

#not me finally figuring out what to do for smell!!!#senses series #td shizuo #shizuo heiwajima #my love #durarara #td drrr #shizuo heiwajima x reader #also i have a hard time with this because smoking is gross and I would knock ahit into shizuo for smoking. bad shizzy #so essentially; there is no romaticism of smoking here because it's gross

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moonbeam-writing · 2 years

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Do you do male readers? I was wondering if I could have a male reader x Shizuo Heiwajima from durarara? In it, I'd imagine Shizuo is very uneducated on gay people, let alone LGBT stuff in general. So when his male friend (reader) comes out as gay he's like "...that's a thing? But...I don't get it. Why?" Not in a homophobic way, just in a "I've genuinely never met a gay person until now, my parents and teachers were shit at sex ed and I grew up in a heteronormative society, please help." Then after being thought more about it...he gets curious. He starts looking into things like magazines, until he thinks he's got the gist. Then he starts noticing things like "huh, this guy is kinda handsome. Some guys are kinda handsome". Then he slowly starts realizing HE'S not exactly on the straight spectrum either, he just never met a guy that was his type. Until reader. After that, I don't know what else I can imagine. Maybe a date? But neither of them know if it's a date or not? All I know is that I want Shizuo to hold hands with a male reader.

Sorry if this is a lot, I've just had this on my mind for a while.

๑ Requested by a lovely anon!

๑ Characters: Shizuo Hewajima (Durarara)

๑ Contains: Shizuo being weirdly oblivious, fluff

๑ Quick Note: Sorry for the wait, dove! This was so cute!! Also, apologies for this not turning out quite how either of us were hoping.

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Mind Blown

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“Wait.” Shizuo’s voice came out slow, yet as blunt as it usually did. “There’s a name for it?”

(Y/N) smiled, attempting to stifle a laugh as he watched the gears turn behind Shizuo’s warm, brown eyes. “Yep. How are you just now finding this out?”

The bartender-garbed man shrugged, taking a drag of his cigarette. “I don’t know, it was just never brought up.” (Y/N) continued to laugh, but stifled it when he noticed that Shizuo was getting embarrassed.

“So, how's it feel to have a word for it? Being able to name it?”

Shizuo was quiet, looking anywhere but the boy beside him. “I guess it’s nice to have a name for it, but would this mean I’m...” Shizuo paused, sending a sideways glance to (Y/N), “gay for you?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock at Shizuo’s question, not expecting him to finish his question that way. He felt himself heat up and his heart began beating heavily. “E– Excuse me?” He squeaked.

“What?” Shizuo asked, confused at (Y/N)’s current state.

“I can’t tell if you meant to say that.” He answered. “Did you mean to basically tell me you have feelings for me?”

“Yeah.” Despite his embarrassment and elation, (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at Shizuo’s blunt admission.

“I guess you are gay for me, then.”

#anon request! ♡#durarara #durarara oneshot #durarara drabble #durarara x reader #durarara x reader oneshot #durarara x reader drabble #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #shizuo heiwajima oneshot #shizuo heiwajima x reader oneshot #shizuo heiwajima x reader drabble #x m!reader

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madhousefruitcake · 3 months

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Shizuo's Part 3 Download

Shizuo part 3 is finally here!

Per usual, the password is "Pudding". The guide for his part 3 is also in the description of the download page on Itch.io.

We hope you enjoy Shizuo's part 3!

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chickensoup-4-mysoul · 1 year

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herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 3

chapter 3 - Mirror Mirror

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

word count: 2,543

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

warnings: N/A

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

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

...m....ly........

..n..c..a.......

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The other man was wearing a doctor's coat.

....Oops.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good."

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

He's handsome.

THAT was an intrusive thought.

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

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

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

"So...your name is Shizuo?"

"...Yes."

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

"Don't mention it."

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. Kishitani glances at Shizuo, whose brow furrows.

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

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

"Shinra's fine!"

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

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

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

"No, I insist."

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks! Looks great!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shizuo...?? And that other guy...

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

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

Was it Shizuo that had hit you?

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

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randoimago · 2 years

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How do you think Shizuo would deal with a s/o, he sometimes comes to s/o when injured like if it’s not severe enough for Shinra to patch him up. They don’t usually scold him and tend to cheer him up after a bad day. And he one day is like “Glue would be just fine. It’s nothing to worry about” and s/o pouts and lovingly scolds him for the first time “Don’t put glue on your wounds that’s how you’d lose a limb”? (His comment about using glue on his wounds made me write this xD he’s 100% serious too).

S/O Reaction to Their Injuries

FANDOM: Durarara

Character(s): Shizuo Heiwajima

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): As much as I love Shizuo, I tear my hair out with his ideas of medical care.

Shizuo

He makes these types of comments to his S/O all the time and in return they threaten to put him in a giant bubble or duct tape bubble wrap to him to try and keep him safe.

Seriously, his S/O doesn’t mind helping him but when he makes comments about that there’s definitely concern for his health and then he feels a tad guilty for scaring his S/O.

Honestly I can see Shizuo as only going to Shinra just because he doesn’t want to worry or upset his S/O with his injuries, no matter how small.

If he absolutely has to then he goes to his S/O (or he continues about his day like nothing happened).

#shizuo heiwajima x reader #shizuo x reader #durarara x reader #drrr x reader

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kikyan · 3 years

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Yandere Shizuo Heiwajima

These are headcannons and are entirely my interpretations so none of these are 100% accurate, these are just the vibes I get from him. These were in honor of his birthday that was last Thursday, Jan. 28.

I’m using the anime and what I’ve read of the novels to help interpret his character so here we go!

I don’t think he is a scary yandere, staring off he has that common troupe, the mentality that he is a bad person and you shouldn’t associate yourself with him. Compliments go over his head because he isn’t used to them and some people might use them against him. He rarely has friends because only a select few actually wanted to pursue the friendship. So when he does get a S/O, it means the world to him and he will do everything he can to make them happy and keep them safe.

When it comes to the top of my head, the yandere type he is would be overprotective, obsessive, and possessive. While I think he would love anyone for who they are and how they are, these are some qualities I think he might look a bit more in a person.

Kind. In the anime, we get some scenes from his childhood and one of them is when his arm is broken with a woman handing him milk. Every time he and Kasuka would return from school and to their home, they would stop by the place and get milk from the owner. His cheeks were slightly pink and he was a bit flustered at the thought when she was getting harassed by collectors of some sort, he stepped in to help. Did he screw it up? Yeah, but his intentions were clear that this was all for her sake. So in short, I think someone kind(no matter their identity or appearance) would really pique his interest.

When it comes to kindness, I think he sees his S/O as someone who not only treats everyone with respect but someone who is willing to listen to him. They don’t need to give advice if they don’t want to, but he would more than appreciate having someone listen to his rants or his conversations. He ended up speaking to Celty about his life when things got hard so it’s clear to see that he not only bottles things up but he also values conversations. This is, in a sense, one of the few times he can be vulnerable with someone around him.

These are really the only qualities I see him genuinely wanting in someone, just treat him and others with respect. Of course, this is excluding the scumbags that roam the streets of Ikebukuro. Now, onto the yandere, he would be.

Overprotective. Literally, this man has strength for days. He is so strong and that’s one of the flaws he thinks he has. People always want to know about him, pick fights with him, hurt him in any way because they are scared. One of the ways they can hurt him is hurting his S/O. Any scumbag will pay the price but the one person he is scared of getting the least bit close to his S/O is Izaya Orihara.

Izaya a little bitch not going to lie, but he is still a cool character. However, in terms of taunting Shizuo he will use his S/O at least ONCE against him. Meaning he will use his S/O to get to him but at the same time, it might get a bit boring if he keeps doing it. I can see him planning kidnappings, maybe situations where his S/O is placed in a bad place, gangs, etc. One of the things that will never get old because it deals with Shizuo and his pain, is taunting and mocking him. Reminding him constantly of the one thing he fears with his S/O, hurting them.

“ I wonder how someone like YOU, got someone”, “ S/O is probably scared of you but doesn’t want to admit it because they don’t want to set you off”, or “I don’t know how they do it, but I’d be worried for my life if I were with you. You’d probably kill them when you get too angry since there just isn’t any reason with you Shizu-Chan!”

This ties in with his possessiveness as well. In short, we are instantly reminded that Shizuo has had a rough childhood and still continues to have a rough life. He is the only one in his family to have this strength, he was constantly in the hospital, everyone but his brother and Shinra avoided him. He has some close friends, but other than that he has no one. I see his S/O being someone who he met in high school or childhood, someone who took the time to understand him and approach him without fear. With someone like that, this has to be a dream, a miracle, because he struck gold. He finally has someone who doesn’t see him as a monster so of course, he isn’t letting them leave him.

I said obsessive but not as much. Sure if he ever got suspicious of anything he would ask them or ask celty to keep an eye on them. If they met in childhood yeah he would be a lot more obsessive. It’s just a harmless child asking questions like any normal child, in their teenage years? They just developed a close connection and it’s common for them to want to know everything is the relationship is just that close. It’s easy to know about their S/O because it makes the relationship run smoother. No, when is our anniversary? Your birthday was last week?! Oh crap, I forgot you hate those in your meal! Simple things like that.

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