Someone Like Me [ShizuoxReader] Chapter 1Someone Like Me [ShizuoxReader] Chapter 1 by WhiteShiningDragon
If you haven't already, please read the Prologue first > Someone Like Me [ShizuoxReader] Prologue
Chapter 1 – I LIIIIIIIIVE!!!
You were asleep, but your consciousness woke up and you began to stir. The problem was you just didn’t want to wake up because you were comfortable and had melted into your sheets. As you attempted to turn to the right, a sharp pain seared through your arm instantly waking you.
“Um...OWWW,” you said as your eyes flicked the sleep from them. You find yourself in a warmly orange-lit hospital room; with a cast on your arm and leg.
Just as you begin to awaken and try to assess yourself and what might be going on, a nurse comes in. “Oh! You’re finally awake! That’s wonderful,” she said with the most calming and
[Shizuo x Izaya] Movie Lines AU[Shizuo x Izaya] Movie Lines AU by sasukefan778
Prompt: “You cut me in line and that’s really not cool but when I tried to call you out on it, you turned around and I discovered you’re very hot and my brain forgot how to words”
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
“Um, excuse me…” he began in attempt to get the attention of the man in front of him in line.
“Hey,” he spoke up again, to no avail.
Finally, Shizuo was fed up with this stranger’s obliviousness and decided to take action, grabbing the raven-haired man by the shoulder of his fur-lined coat and swiveling him around to look him in the eyes and tell it to him straight that he’d just rudely cut him in line.
“Look, asshat--” the blonde raged, but stopped mid-sentence when he caught a glimpse of the offender’s face.
Shit. He’s hot.
“Can I help you?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as his h
[Shizuo x Izaya] Alive[Shizuo x Izaya] Alive by sasukefan778
Shizuo never knew he needed someone like him.
He was infuriating. He was annoying. He was an overall nuisance.
But it was still his job to be the one to end him and not anyone else’s.
So when the news was broadcasted that Izaya Orihara had been shot in the middle of the street last night, it definitely came as a shock. In all the years that he had known the flea, Izaya never got hurt. He always chased the informant down, trying to catch him and pumble him to death. But the truth was, he was never really trying to kill anyone.
“Wake up, damn flea!”
Izaya sat up groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before glancing over to the blonde seated in the open chair beside his hospital bed. “What are you doing here?” the informant narrowed his eyes, partly from the blinding hospital lights and partl
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