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Uninvited Guest : 1 : Reader x Masaomi Kida
She knew what it was like to be alone in the world; she knew how low she had to stoop to keep herself alive in the city; renting the cheapest one-bedroom apartment she could find and go to school in a new place like nothing was wrong. Everything was wrong. Her mum was a wreck after her father committed suicide a few years back, so she had to take a job over-seas in America just to raise enough money to keep herself alive, let alone her own daughter.
[Name]’s mother would send money back to her in Japan, but it was hardly enough; so at age sixteen, the [h/c]-haired young woman had to take-up a part-time job at a small convenience store a few blocks away her run-down apartment. It was meager pay, but it wasn’t like she had a lot to pay for besides her utilities bill and the internet; cable TV wasn’t a necessity, but internet was – in her eyes.
The kids at school would laugh when they found out where [Name] lived and some would seem genuinely scared; this was a com
Please, Forget Me. Reader x Masaomi Kida
No, she was happy with how things had befallen her. It wasn't that big of a deal that she probably couldn't feel her feet again or that it hurt to smile because of the stitches, but her injury brought him back from hiding. His ex-girlfriend that disappeared with him stood outside of [Name]'s hospital room while Masaomi clung to her bandaged hand with his golden head bowed down between his knees, thumb gently grazing over her bruised knuckles.
Her throat went dry when he looked at her for the first time in a long time; he was just as handsome as she remembered him. The stitches over her chest tingled and crawled, leaving her breathless. His nose was red and his eyes were lined in deep purple, like he lost sleep.
Masaomi glanced down at the casts over her feet and bit his lip, squeezing her fingers.
"Because I love you, Masaomi; someone had to take over the Scarves when you disappeared."
He could see the fringing where she cut her own hair off; uneven and s
Uninvited Guest : 2 : Reader x Masaomi Kida
After the night’s previous escapades, [Name] had finally been able to change without the nagging sensation that he, the ghost that was lurking around her apartment, was watching her with keen and pervish eyes. With a towel limp around her neck, the [h/c]-haired teen scrubbed her locks dry while staring at the anomaly of a sixteen year old blonde boy stood – er, floated, in the middle of her floor with his hands in the stark-white pockets of his hooded sweat-shirt.
He was eyeing her like a piece of cake. Really delicious cake; she swore she saw him salivate a little bit.
“What in the actually hell were you in my bathroom, huh, ghost? Shoo! Get outta here!”
[Name] growled while flicking her wrists towards the front door, not exactly sure how to get a ghost to leave ones house. Should she call a priest to exorcist him? Or…maybe Ghostbusters? How the hell was she supposed to do this…
“If I could leave, I would have, babe; buh-leev me. But,
I Tried My Best. Reader x Shizuo Heiwajima
A cigarette was set ablaze into smoke, the end flickering orange sparks before settling down a lazy flame, dull in contrast to the man that was smoking it. Shizuo leaned his back against the chain-linked fence just centimeters behind him, taking a long drag to his cancer-stick before exhaling the sickly grey cloud from his lungs, his shaded brown eyes turning up towards the twinkling sky; he long but put his sunglasses away for the night, seeing no need to conceal himself right now – he just wanted to look at the stars.
An almost equal amount of pressure was added to the other side of the same fence, their own back pressed against his and their foot propped up against the practical wall between the two bodies. The blonde didn't turn, already knowing who it was.
"What are you doing here, [Name]."
It wasn't quite a question, more like a sarcastic statement, maybe even a rhetorical question. The young woman [Name] smiled to herself at the sharp edge to Shizuo's tone and her fingers curled
Sheltered. Reader x Izaya Orihara
Gray clouds rolled ominously in the sky above Shinjuku, [e/c] eyes watched from the window as pedestrians pulled their umbrellas and hoods up over their heads as the water droplets fell. The slight drizzle lasted for mere seconds before the lightning cracked and poured harder. [Name] pulled her knees up to her chest and stared, wondering. What did the rain feel like? Was it hot or cold?
She leans her forehead against the glass pane of the window, her breath fanning white across the near translucent surface and coating it with a cloud. She's never felt the grass crunch under her boot, or the sensation of concrete on her bare feet before - she hasn't been outside long enough to experience it; her step-brother Izaya wouldn't let her.
He told her it was too dangerous outside for someone so delicate and breakable like her, that the world was too cruel and the humans that inhabited it were disgusting.
The sharp softness in his eyes when he would look at her or touch his fingers to her chin m
Do Me a Favor. Reader x Kasuka Heiwajima
Kasuka was one of the best actors of his time.
He played his characters like they were a part of him, like fragments of his true personality. However, the Kasuka that Japan knew wasn't the real him. He was Yuhei Hanejima to everyone else. Everyone else, except his brother and his agent, [Name] [Last Name].
He and his talent agent had a rather close relationship, to say the least. She was a very business-like woman that rarely ever asked about Kasuka's reasoning behind using a fake name for when he was putting on the actor's persona. He even thought she didn't even care about that kind of stuff.
[Name] would always fret about if he ate enough, or how much he slept that night; and, well, his overall state of well-being, actually. And in return, she would get him jobs as the lead actor in movies. But, sometimes, Kasuka would wonder how he would land such monumental parts in some of these movies he was in, which drew him to one conclusion.
One night when [Name] had returned back to their s
Nightmare. Reader x Hope Estheim
She awoke in the middle of the night, an aching and burning sweat flushed her face, her neck, and her chest. [H/c] hair in disarray, [e/c] eyes bloodshot and wide open to the terror that had roused her. [Name] tried to regain control of her breathing again and placed a shaking hand over her rapidly beating heart, smoothing small circles and gentle pats to her sweating skin to urge her cardiovascular muscle to ease it's beating.
Beside her, a mess of snow-white hair rose from his pillow with her his eyes still heavily misted from sleep and the first words out of his gentle mouth were: 'what's wrong? [Name]? Are you okay?'
No, she wasn't okay. She had the same nightmare she has been having for a few months, now; visions of the world around her crumbling into nothing, hot and molten with the skies blazing embers of deteriorating cities and bodies. And she was standing in the middle of it, cradling a bleeding carcass close to her chest. The carcass of the man that laid beside
The Morning After. Reader x Haruka Nanase
The morning sun trickled in through the cracks in Haru's blinds, painting bright stripes of light across his bedroom floor. Silently growing restless, he shifts under the warm cover of his sheets and his arm constricts around the naked shoulder of the woman sleeping beside him, her cheek resting against the hot skin on his chest.
Sighing, Haru pressed his mouth against the top of her head and continued to keep his eyes shut - wanting to not give up their warmth to reality and stay in their dream world just a little bit longer.
Though, as the fates would have it, there was a soft noise outside his bedroom door - the sound of someone coming up the stair. Makoto was humming to himself and called out his best friend's name, sliding open his door without so much as a knock of any kind.
"Haru! Are you awake yet? We're going to be late if you--"
The chartreuse-eyed young man then caught an unexpected eye-full of the messiness that lay strewn across the floor; a bra, panties, [Name]'s school u
Remember to Forget. Reader x Rei Ryugazaki
His fingers remembered brushing hers, stretching the muscles in his arm and fell too slowly around her wrist to pull her back. He remembered his bones aching and crying to reach out further, grab onto something of hers, but found nothing to twist his fingers around.
His eyes remember the terror and helplessness that twisted and creased her lips and brows - reaching for him while his own eyes burned with horrified tears, reaching for her.
His chest remembers scraping the gravel when he dove against the grainy surface just before the edge of the craggy, steep cliff dropped to the darkened water itching to consume Rei's only sliver of light. His throat remembers catching and scratching on his screams, growing raw and dim from over-exertion. He remembers all too well, so vividly, like it only had happened yesterday.
And then he wakes up, drenched in hot and chilled sweat coating his forehead, chest, shoulders, and back; his heart pounded frantically inside of his chest while his near-blind
Trolling at 10 a.m. IzayaXReader One-shot[Name] lay nearly unconscious, on her couch; the apartment complex was quiet which was rare since it was for college students, much like her. Being a first year student had its ups and downs, the ups being the constant parties, the downs being the constant parties, which made studying a pain. Luckily tonight everyone was quiet, and after studying for her next exam, now all the [h/c] haired female needed to do was fall asleep.
The unmistakable sound of her phone ringing cut through the silence. What made her groan was knowing who that ringtone was given to.
"What?!" She snapped bitterly.
"[Name]-chan~ did I wake you up from your well needed beauty sleep?" The ravenette chuckled on the other end of the phone.
"What do you want Asszaya?"
"I thought we grew out of childish name calling, in grade school?"
"You were a troll then, you're a troll now." She said irritably.
"You're mean [Name]-chan~ and I wanted you to check out my new place."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because it's wh
That was all (Name) could think as she glared. At who? you ask, well it's none other than the creepy, yet alluring student of Raira Academy, Izaya Orihara.
Why is she glaring? Well first of all...it's Izaya. The other reason is she can't figure out one simple yet stupid thing. (She shouldn't even be really worrying about it.) How he can get away with not wearing the school uniform? I mean come on! How can someone get away with breaking a school rule like that? She knows it's not that big of a deal and she's making it more of an issue than it should be; but he just pisses her off! So much to the point that she's ignoring her homemade bento sitting on her lap. That's just a simple lunch in a simple place.
The whole roof of the school was empty, besides her sitting on a bench, her older brother next to her and that flea sitting next to Shinra on the opposite side of the roof. Every other student scattered once she and her brother walked up th
Izaya X Reader Chapter 20You try to scream and flail your arms around in an attempt to get free. Your captor chuckles and whispers into your ear.
"Relax, it's me." You stop flailing and try to pull his hand away from your mouth. "Hold on, I have to make sure the coast is clear." You cease all movement and listen for any noise. After Izaya confirms nobody's there he leads you to the side of a dumpster, sits down with you, and removes his hand. You turn around and glare at him harshly.
"You have some nerve to show your face here after that stunt you pulled yesterday!" You whisper and cross your arms in front of your chest. He laughs softly and kisses you gently on the lips. He pulls away slightly and smirks.
"You mean that stunt?" Your face turns red and you try to scoot away from Izaya. You scowl and wipe your lips with the back of your hand.
"Yes that! Quit doing that!" He smiles and pulls you into his lap, locking his arms around your waist.
"Was that your first kiss yesterday?" He asks as he places his head
IzayaxReader Married life
You smiled pulling your veil down. Today you were getting married to your one true love.
Let me warn you about three things.
1.He was a major troll.
2.A prick at times.
3.Sexy as hell.
You took a deep breath looking over at your best friend,Celty Sturulson, she gave you the thumbs up and typed something on her phone.
'You look stunning [Name]~' You read with a smile and hugged her close.
"Thanks Celty." You smiled and grabbed your bouquet.
You took a deep breath and walked out of the room,you glanced at Shizuo and gave him a small smile before linking your arm with his. He was to give you away seeing as how your parents wanted nothing to do with you. You knew how he felt about Izaya but he was being nice enough to give you way to the man he hated,that's what you called a great friend.
So you were marring? Izaya Orihara Ikabukro's informant broker. So how did you get him to agree to this marriage? Simple black mail. Yes you had dirt on the man who had information on everyone and
Durarara!! X Reader“(Y/n)-chan, why do you stay here?”
Questions in general aren’t unusual, when you work for Izaya Orihara, but that question in particular was a tad strange.
You look up from the gaping wound on his back that you so happen to be tending for the briefest of moments, sending a surprised glance to the back of his head.
“You heard me. Out of all the places in Ikebukuro, why do you stay with me?” There is no hesitation in his voice, no self-doubt. No traces of anything other than genuine, or rather, morbid curiosity.
“Because you let me.” That’s your answer. The raven-haired man hums in thought before turning his head in your direction.
“You know that isn’t what I mean, (Y/n)-chan.”
You grip his chin with two fingers and turn his head back so that he’s facing forward again. Then you pluck the surgical needle from between your teeth, dip it in peroxide, and thread it through.
Kida Masaomi x Reader - Third Time Lucky"Hey, [Name], are you from Tennessee?"
" 'Cause you're the only ten I see!" The blond boy laughed, more at his own joke than your reaction, surely, as you were definitely not pleased with it.
"Shut up," you muttered, before turning on your heels and walking away, stopping the boy's laughter immediately.
"Man, didn't they always say that girls were easier to pick up in the West?" He huffed, more to himself than to anyone else, but soon perked up when he remembered that he had another class with the girl who was currently at the top of "want-as-a-girlfriend" list.
Another class another chance, right?
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Oh he's so cute, isn't he?"
"Totally! He's always so kind, it's adorable!"
"More like flattering," the girls around you ignored your muttering, as they continued to fawn over the new transfer student from Japan, which irked you all the more.
Good Morning Shizuo x Reader The blonde was tossing and turning in his bed. Something felt different. He reached for the closest thing and pulled it closer. His eyes shot open. He was holding a pillow.
He tossed the pillow and jumped out of bed. He started searching his apartment."(f/n)? (f/n)!" he cried out in every room. Now the ex bartender was growing scared. His heart raced at the thought of his girl missing. His mind conjured up all the worst scenarios: maybe she got hurt or kidnapped or those damn punks might have her or worse that damn flea has her. His heart quickened with these thoughts.
Shizuo couldn't take it anymore; he was going to find her himself. He was headed outside until he was stopped by someone at his door.
"Shizu-chan~!" the female exclaimed.
"(f/n)." The blonde was a bit relieved seeing her face.
"Um Shizuo," the girl noticed his agivated exppression, "are you okay?" she asked.
"I thought that damn flea had you. I was going to look for you and beat the sh-"
My boyfriend Dresses up~ Izaya OriharaWas it one of those awkward moments of seeing your boyfriend doing this? Or was it just normal?
Currently you were sitting outside at a café sipping away at some coffee. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked across the street. A rather familiar girl stood in a skirt and with hairclips in her hair. She had a flat chest though.
“No…that can’t be” you mumbled to yourself as you watched the girl flirt away with some gang members and others. You saw the girl glance at you and wave rather happily as you got looks from the gang members as well. You sheepishly waved back while going back sipping your coffee.
Was that Izaya?!
It couldn’t be your boyfriend, dear lord this was blackmail. Where are his sisters when you need them?
Looking back at the girl too see her right beside you as she sat down. She did have short black hair like Izaya and those crimson eyes. No doubting it now. “Izaya?” you asked half-scared and half-curious.
The Jacket... IzayaXReader oneshot"How'd you forget a jacket again, Izaya?" The [h/c] haired girl asked, as she gathered her things and placed them in her backpack. "The weatherman even said, there was a sixty percent chance of rain today."
"[Name]-chan, you fail to see that humans make errors, it's in their nature, so why would I believe someone who can never be one hundred percent correct, even with something as small as the weather?" Izaya stated, his usual smirk on his face.
"That's true, I'll give you that, but you are the one who failed."
"And how is that?"
"If people make errors, they also usually learn from those errors, so next time it wont happen, even animals have that same nature." She smiled, "Which is why you sir, are not normal, and now have to walk home yet again in the rain, jacket less."
"No you're going to catch a cold, and if I was a sociopath like yourself, I'd probably let you." She sighed, as she handed him her [f/c] umbrella. "Here, I figured you'd forget a jac
To the Rescue. Reader x Masaomi Kida
He didn't have to pretend like everything was okay behind that smile, that smile that was weighed down by the emptiness in his eyes. Despite the warmth he radiated, it was all an act, a front, a ruse - something to throw up a wall between him and any other pain that would crumble his foundation.
This smile was his armor, his shell, and his prison.
[Name] wanted to feed him the love he deserved, the love he had said he wanted out of a person, but was far too meek to seriously chase after it himself - using haphazardly placed words to woo a woman that he knew would never agree to date him.
She wanted to be closer to Masaomi, have him get to know her better, and rely on her for support when he needed it. She confessed to him her feelings, explained to him he didn't need to continue on the bleak road ahead of him alone. But, he waved her off, saying with a bitterly pleasant tone,
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Once his back turned on her, she knew that it was her last chance to get hi
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