wait why did this blog get more followers since the last time i checked
i post all shizaya stuff here now okay
and hello thank you for following me
wait why did this blog get more followers since the last time i checked
i post all shizaya stuff here now okay
and hello thank you for following me
Hi hi hi okay so I think most of you have noticed how I’m absolutely terrible at remembering this account and since I’ve basically become a multifandom blog (for writing too) on my main I’m just going to stay on there for Durarara writings/requests because I’ve essentially been doing any Shizaya inspired drabbles there anyway.
So here is my main and if you would like to continue to request/read, I hope to see you there. <3
Requested by anonymous
Pairing: Shizaya Theme: redemption
Even Namie found herself concerned, but only slightly so, for Orihara Izaya.
He had holed himself in his office, dismissing even what were basically invitations for chaos. His twisted board game had hardly been touched and Namie found unopened packages of ootoro in the trash; the kitchen was undisturbed except for the water filter and just one glass.
"Izaya--"
"Go away."
She came to check on him occasionally--and for her paycheck--but was turned away and soon gave up, leaving the man alone by himself.
Izaya sighed and opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling from the comforts of his bed. He reached out blindly, hitting his hand around until his fingers brushed the cell phone he was looking for and flipped it open, scowling as he saw numbers from everyone: Shinra, Mairu and Kururi, Namie, Shiki, even Celty, as well as a few business acquaintances he didn't want to deal with. Even he checked his other phones, he knew it was clear that he wouldn't see a single call or text from Shizuo.
"Stupid Shizu-chan..."
He rolled over in his bed, disgusted with how much he cared. Maybe part of it was because he had been rejected instead of the other way around, but it was pathetic what kind of an emotional wreck he had become after Shizuo declared their relationship over--for such a stupid reason, Izaya thought bitterly.
"Isn't he stupid?" he muttered quietly, screwing his eyes shut. "I really thought he'd be the type to believe in love changing people and love himself if someone else did... stupid, stupid, stupid Shizu-chan. Always so unpredictable."
He went through these thoughts in his mind daily before he finally dragged himself out of bed and made an attempt to eat. But anything he made--or took out of the refrigerator since he didn't cook often--made him feel nauseous and instead settled for a glass of water.
"Stupid Shizu-chan."
That phrase was muttered over and over again everyday and left a sour taste on Izaya's tongue as he went over to the television and turned it on, spending yet another day watching anything to distract himself. People kept knocking on his door and eventually gave up; the knocks were always too timid, too polite, too rhythmic.
And when he heard a knocking that day, Izaya turned to look at it, scowling. He recognized the uneven pounding that turned into kicking and could imagine the person behind it, hands in pockets, probably smoking. A part of him wanted to go and answer it but a larger part told him to be stubborn, to make him wait.
Nevertheless, he decided fifteen minutes of this was enough and forced himself to walk slowly to the door. The moment he undid the lock, the kicking stopped and he twisted the handle and opened it, refusing to let any sort of emotion flicker in his expression when he saw Shizuo, blonde hair a disarray and bags under his eyes.
"...Izaya."
Silence, but his grip on the doorknob tightened and Shizuo brought a hand up to run through his hair, muttering a curse under his breath.
"...I'm sorry."
Izaya still said nothing, instead hardened his glare and hoped that Shizuo couldn't hear his heart beating rapidly.
"I... fuck, let me into your goddamn apartment so we can talk."
"That's not a very nice way of asking," Izaya drawled and for a moment, Shizuo looked surprised, as if he was expecting the door to be shut in his face. But the informant stepped to the side, extending a silent invitation, and Shizuo relaxed, letting even a small smile grace his lips.
"...Thank you."
"Shizu-chan is stupid."
Requested by anonymous
Pairing: Shizaya Theme: monster
"That's awfully selfish of you, Shizu-chan." Izaya was smirking but it took a moment for the curve to grace his lips. He crossed his arms so Shizuo couldn't see how his hands were shaking and leaned against the desk, feeling a shortness of breath. "You want to..."
"Break up," Shizuo repeated and Izaya wondered if he could see that his words hurt more than anything he could ever throw. He looked down and brown eyes narrowed as he stared at his open hands. "You don't... you shouldn't be with a monster."
Carefully, Izaya pushed him off of the desk and walked over, sitting next to Shizuo on the couch. He took the blonde's face in his hands and forced him to make eye contact, relishing how warm Shizuo's face was to his cool fingers.
"You're my monster, Shizu-chan," he murmured, keeping the desperation from edging into his voice, "and I don't like to let my things go."
"This isn't a fucking game," Shizuo snapped and broke away from Izaya. He looked away before he could see how Izaya stilled and, for a moment, anger crossed his features, like he wanted to retort back 'do you think I consider this a game?'
"Shizu--"
"I'll hurt you," he cut Izaya off and resumed staring at his hands, at the callouses that formed from picking up things and throwing them. "...I can't control myself, especially not around you. I don't want to hurt you, goddamnit, but I can't control myself; I almost threw something at Kasuka, I'll throw something at you too. I fucking care about you."
Closing his eyes, he exhaled a slow breath.
"...But I can't control myself and I don't want to hurt you."
"Shizu-chan..." Izaya made a move to touch him, pull on the white sleeve of his bartender uniform but Shizuo moved before he could.
"You're a lowlife flea."
Standing up, he couldn't bring himself to look at Izaya but clenched his fist and grit his teeth.
"...But even you don't deserve a monster."
Requested by anonymous
Pairing: Shizaya Theme: windchimes
Ikebukuro had summers capable of melting humans, Shizuo had always thought. Luckily for him, he didn't find himself sweating profusely and so it was still bearable for him to wear his bartender uniform in the sweltering heat for a few hours, remaining as professional possible--it seemed only his temper was affected.
But on days off, he didn't force his body into the suffocating clothing. Instead, he often spent his days sitting on his porch from his third-story apartment, saving money by not using the air conditioning and enjoying the small breezes of the wind along with a popsicle.
Sometimes Kasuka stopped by but never stayed long, staying he couldn't breathe because of how stuffy and hot his brother's apartment was. Shizuo rolled his eyes but dismissed him, ignoring his calls to just turn on the air conditioning, it actually isn't that expensive if you use it for just one or two hours a day. Other times Tom would stop by to remind him of a job, sometimes Celty and Shinra would come, bearing ice cream to gain entry into the blonde's apartment.
Aside from that, however, Shizuo found himself without company most of the time. He enjoyed the silence; it was wonderful to have time to himself. And sitting on the porch after a cold shower was nice; closing his eyes or reading a book, as long as the children weren't making a ruckus, Shizuo found it quite pleasant.
Izaya, of course, was hardly on his mind. It seemed the heat kept him out of Ikebukuro; with that fur trim coat of his and dark clothing, Izaya wouldn't bother making the trip all the way from Shinjuku and Shizuo absolutely loved that idea. Without Izaya, it was so much more peaceful and he hadn't flown into a violent tantrum in days.
One of the signature sounds he had grown accustomed to while relaxing was the sound of delicate windchimes played by the wind. Closing his eyes, he would listen to the tinkling sounds in the quiet summer air and actually enjoy the heat. It was different from the chimes of doors closing at restaurants; rather, it was more melodic, more long lived, not interrupted by an annoying 'welcome!' or door closing.
But one day, the windchimes seemed louder than normal. Shizuo frowned at this, cringing even, at how the music seemed less melodic than normal. The wind was graceful with its playing, blowing gently and letting the metal pipes cling against each other naturally and smoothly.
This time, however, they were clanging together noisily and there was almost no different in pitch; it wasn't music, it wasn't sound, it wasn't harmonious, it was just noise. And Shizuo hated that.
Brown eyes flicked open and he looked around to see whose monstrous windchimes they were but came face to face with Izaya standing on his porch, one arm resting on the chair he was on and the other holding a windchime right in front of his face. He was grinning in an annoying fashion and, Shizuo then noticed with wide eyes, he was wearing his clothing?
"Hello, Shizu-chan!" Izaya had drawled and gave the windchimes another irritating shake. "Your clothes are so baggy... has Shizu-chan been gaining weight and trying to hide it?"
"I--ZA--YA--!"
Pairing: Shizaya Theme: red string of fate
“Then pull harder, you brute! Use your strength for something useful for once!”
Shinra only watched with amusement as Shizuo gave a sharp jerk with his hand and stared at it, then at Izaya’s. The seven year old gave a cheeky grin as Shizuo gave a ‘tch’ and Izaya shook his head with irritation, sighing.
“I didn’t feel it. Did you?”
“No. Stupid brute.”
“Shut up, flea! Hey, what’re—?! What do you want to—?!”
“Shut up!” Izaya growled and Shinra saw the scissors gleam with the sun’s reflection as the blades separated and the raven began to snip at seemingly nothing. Shizuo jerked with every vehement cut Izaya made, red eyes growing more and more irritated as he continued to jab.
“H-hey! Watch it!”
“You want this stupid thing broken too, right? Shut up!”
“Kishitani-kun?”
Shinra looked up to see their teacher approach him, casting worried looks at Izaya and Shizuo who—for once—weren’t spending their recess trying to kill each other. She had found it odd when she looked outside her classroom to see Shinra talking to them and give a grave nod. After he walked away, Shizuo and Izaya exchanged dubious looks and seemed to be staring at nothing, their irritation and worry growing as their actions became more and more erratic.
“Do you know what Orihara-kun and Heiwajima-kun are doing?”
Pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, the brown haired boy’s grin widened and he nodded.
“I told them they had a red string of faith connecting their pinkies.”
title: a christmas revision
pairing: shizuo x izaya
genre: romance, humor
word count: 6,205
summary: ‘Shizuo.’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘…You have geese in front of your door.’ Shizuo never even liked that damn carol.
Requested by anonymous
Pairing: Shizaya Theme: chatroom
- - Guest0789 has signed on - -
Kanra: Ah, who is this? Someone new? Hello!~
Guest0789: Hello.
Kanra: You seem a bit reserved. Is this your first time online?
Guest0789: Uh, I suppose so. What is this?
Kanra: Eeeh? You've never been in an online chatroom before? Have you been living under a rock all this time?
Guest0789: Look, you...
Kanra: You remind me of someone I know! Ah, he's a protozoan... I'd be amazed if he could even work a computer, really...
Guest0789: ...You must be surrounded by friends.
Kanra: Friends? God has no friends, silly.
Guest0789: ...?
Kanra: Hm? Really, you're too naive... part of the thrill of using an online chatroom is the anonymity, you know! But you've already given your identity away, you brute!
Guest0789: .........
Kanra: Shizu-chan, it's lovely to see you here!~
Guest0789: I--ZA--YA--!
- - Guest0789 has signed off. - -
Kanra: Ah... I should hide...
Pairing: Shizaya Theme: #24. Silent night
Shizuo had always thought it to make sense for silence to be broken when one was crying. Because as tears ran down one’s face, so would the anguish and desperation, sobs wracking one’s body and breathless gasps for air would tear through one’s throat.
But when Izaya cried, he was completely silent.
It was terrifying to Shizuo to see him sitting utterly still with his back straight and posture perfect, expression blank and staring out the window. But his eyes were glassy and tears rolled down his face, Shizuo having long ago given up wiping them away or trying to make him talk.
“Come here, Izaya.”
And he would wrap his arms around the slender male and pull him between his legs as he leaned against the headboard of his bed, hoping his embrace wasn’t hurting him, waiting patiently for Izaya to revert to himself. He pressed his face into the crook of his neck and sighed, glad that the body was still warm, at least, and he could feel a heartbeat.
Shizuo never took a taunting and smirking Izaya for granted again, never meant the ‘shut up’ he threw at him after that first night of silence.
Requested by butlercest
Pairing: TsuPsy Theme: protector
"Tsugaru, Tsugaru! Let me go under your kimono!"
Tsugaru was too well aware of the naive and innocent nature of Psyche's mind to even question his motives for wanting to do so, giving only a nod. The boy clad in white gave a beaming grin an slipped under his kimono, kneeling behind him.
A few moments later, Izaya came by with a clearly irritated scowl on his placid expression, looking around for, Tsugaru presumed, Psyche.
"Have you seen him?" he snapped and the blonde dutifully lied to him.
Izaya didn't waste any more time and stomped off, unusually bad tempered and Psyche waited until the footsteps disappeared to poke his head out from under the blonde's kimono and Tsugaru looked at him to see a cheeky grin.
"What did you do this time, Psyche?"
"I changed his computer password to 'Izaya loves Shizuo-chan!'"
"...You know that he's going to want to kill you, right?"
"I do!"
"You know that you don't want to die, right?"
"I do!" Psyche gave a nod and was still smiling brightly when he looked up to Tsugaru. "But I also know that Tsugaru will always protect me!"
Pairing: Shizaya Theme: #23. Eggnog
“It’s sweet.”
Thus was Izaya’s first reaction when the drink met his lips, an immediate frown appearing on thin lips. He put the mug down and replaced it on the table, watching as Shizuo took a long sip from his own.
“How can you drink that?”
Shizuo gave a shrug; he could say he tried, he thought, he was the only one who could make Orihara Izaya try something even remotely sweet.
“How can you drink bitter coffee?”
“Because sweet things make you act like a child.”
“Black coffee makes you act like a bitter old man.”
“…Tch.”
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I'm aware I suck at remembering to do stuff on this account
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I'm also out of requests and I miss my lovely babies sooo.
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Pairing: Shizaya Theme: #22. Snowman
“Shizu-chan, let’s make a snowman as tall as you are!”
“Shut up, flea. You’re delirious and sick.”
“Snow!”
Shizuo would admit he genuinely was concerned about Izaya’s health. When he had woken up to a phone call to an Izaya with an unnatural sing song quality to his voice, the blonde had rushed over from Ikebukuro and barged into the informant’s apartment to see him in his chair, spinning with a smile.
And when he took the temperature, that was when it all made sense.
“Stay in bed, damnit!” he growled and forced Izaya down again, wondering if he could tuck him in tight enough to trap him there.
“But Shizu-chan, I want to make a snowman…!”
Was this some kind of reverting to a childhood he hardly had?, Shizuo wondered as he stared at him with a scowl. But Izaya wouldn’t shut up and kept thrashing about, so Shizuo had no choice.
“Turn the AC on full, you stupid flea. I’ll go get the snow.”
And so, thus began Shizuo’s day of bringing snow up to Izaya’s apartment in buckets for the day.
Pairing: Shizaya Theme: #21. Candlelight
Shizuo enjoyed candles.
He liked the dim lighting that was cast by the flames, flickering and temperamental. Flames danced wildly and were so easily diminished but withholding; it could be put out with dampened fingers but could possibly withstand gusts of wind, simply bending away before straightening to its tear drop shape.
He liked the warmth that the yellow and red flame emit; it was a slight solace in an otherwise dreary and cold room. The flame looked alive as it brought warmth to his frozen fingers and he could almost feel the shadows flicker on his face along with the fire itself.
But the thing Shizuo liked most about candles was trying to set Izaya on fire with one.
The past will be only too happy to chase you.
Pairing: Shizaya Theme: #20. Christmas tree
“Shizu-chan, help me!”
Shizuo opened his eyes to see Izaya hovering over him, a concerned frown replacing the usual smirk and a huge star of some kind in his other hand. Rubbing his eyes groggily, Shizuo stared at the two unusual sights for a moment.
“…You’re really putting up a Christmas tree?”
“Of course!”
“I thought you were atheist.”
“So? It’s Christmas regardless. Now put this on for me.”
“Ah. Too short?”
“Shut up, Shizu-chan.”
Pairing: Shizaya Theme: #19. Family
“Ah. I’m done.”
In approximately two seconds, Shizuo went from full-out-violence to calm and placid, dropping the sign that Izaya had expected to dodge with a clang onto the ground. Red eyes blinked in confusion as a black brow arched to see Shizuo straighten up and put his hands in his pockets, preparing to leave.
“Eh? Shizu-chan, why?”
“Have to meet Kasuka.”
“Ha?”
“…It’s Christmas Eve.”
“…So?”
It was at that moment that Shizuo realized that Orihara Izaya never experienced a true Christmas, having spent his whole life with people that probably disliked him (Shizuo didn’t know about his parents but it was clear Mairu and Kururi didn’t exactly see Izaya as a brother.)
He stared at him through his blue tinted glasses, Izaya’s genuinely confused face making guilt stab at his heart. Even if he was his enemy, Izaya was still human and Shizuo was kind, too kind for his own good.
“Going to hate myself…” he muttered and stepped forward. He bent down and hoisted Izaya onto his shoulder, walking calmly as the informant proceeded to kick at his stomach, yelling at him to let him down.
“Going to introduce the concept of Christmas to you, flea.”