Implied!Izaya X Reader~ CriminalImplied! Izaya X Reader~ Criminal You smiled contently while flipping the pages of a large sketch book. Giggling at some of the responses, you turned to another page. "'Cellphone', eh?" The word was sprawled out in this hideous looking handwriting that was hardly legible. You looked up from page to the eyes-- well helmet-- of a black-suited motorcycle rider. The only factor about her gender was how tightly the black leather she wore held tightly around her skin. "What are you looking for?" You asked, shoving the sketch pad and black marker in her face. The stranger nervously took the marker out of my hand and wrote a phrase on the pad. She then walked away, pushing her motorcycle with her. You blinked at her utterly perfect handwriting that was on the pad, "'My head'?"Glancing at the women's receding form, you sighed deeply. "Society these days; everyone's so depressing." "[Y/N]-chan! Long time, no see!"
Izaya X Male!Reader insert: Mistake #1Now the thing with Izaya is that if you have even the slightest bit of a secret, and you want to keep it from getting out, don’t let him know. Better yet, destroy any chance that it seems you may have a secret. He loves to have people’s dirties in a box filed under your name, just to pull out whenever you slightly piss him off.So I’m going to give you a list of things to never do, because if you do, you might end up like me or wose. So I’ll outline my mistakes, and how I could have avoided them. No seriously. It would have been so easy..Mistake #1: Don’t think you’re safe. Ever.Now, if I hadn’t have thought my own house was a safe place to talk to an online “friend”, and that Izaya couldn’t possibly get dirt on me, well maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess. I wouldn’t be sitting here on Izaya’s couch watching him on his computer, seething with rage at him for being smart enough to figure things o
Shizuo X Dullahan!Reader~ Hiding in Plain SightShizuo X Dullahan!Reader~ Hiding in Plain Sight It was in the middle of the night, the stars and moon being the guide. It was always quiet at this time, but as a local, a certain high schooler knew better than to trust the silence. His hair blended in with the darkness of the atmosphere, only lightly up when walking near a dull streetlamp. A bag was slung over his, appearing heavy. In his school uniform, he strode past an alleyway, taking some time to glance in its direction. He found a group of three guys with yellow scarves tied tightly around their necks. The student assumed they just got kicked out of a nearby bar due to the empty beer bottles in there hands. He managed to pass by without any trouble probably because of his small presence and the group being heavily intoxicated. The last thing the boy heard was a loud laugh that echoed down the alleyway, causing him to shiver. "Interesting."