the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't calm the situation

disclaimer: durarara!! does not belong to me. i am just your average fangurl who makes fanfictions
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Normal POV: 

"I figured you'd been following us since the park--"

You didn't even realise you been holding in your breath as the strapping figure approached, too distracted by the turning sensation beginning to dwell within the centre of your stomach. 

You must be out of your mind, right?

Saying all this is some fictional "anime"...there's just no way!

..Well, after the past few days, you were honestly ready to believe anything that had a shred of rationale.

"--Until you suddenly switched course and practically ran after this young lady."

Instinctively perking up at the mention of your presence, you adjusted yourself to slowly turn back, your head lowered in a shameful bow, more than eager to seek his forgiveness.

"U-um, about earlier..."

That was, until you were interrupted.

"Hey, hey, I wasn't the one who got slapped in the face by (y/n)-chan and still decided to chase after her. Talk about a real creeper."

Geh. You winced, unable to ignore the gaze of a shocked passerby who had snapped his head back at the conversation, heeding you to return a forced smile as you remained awkwardly dividing the two men.

"Wha--that was a misunderstanding! And don't think I didn't see you stopping in front of a girls' school!!"

More stares were being unwillingly attracted, yet somehow you were the only one among the trio who appeared to carry any semblance of awareness for the scenario--it was rather fascinating, to be honest, the amount of attention being drawn.

And you just had to be caught in the middle of it, once again. 

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Your POV:

The queasy feeling was still there, and I could feel sweat trickling down my face with uncomfortable movement. The two were still bickering by me, but in the moment I didn't care how uncomfortable or awkward it felt. As I stood there facing my fate, possibly stirred by the many troubles I've caused in my ever so short stay here, I found strange comfort in contemplating my current position.

How...exactly am I going to stop them from arguing like this?

In the first place, what are they arguing about? I don't know.

Don't look here, lady with the baby. Thanks and sorry!

An "anime", huh...oh crap, I feel like I'm gonna be sick. 

"...then are you a member of Dollars, too?"

It seemed the two men's conversations were beginning to drift away from the grounds of questionable conduct, to that of shady business. Their tone had shifted too, growing stiffer and more hushed by the second.

Dollars, where have I--nope, not doing that again.

But it did feel really important, like something key to a plot I needed to know; if only I--

'The Dollars are under attack!'

As a wave of nausea hit once more, this time stronger than ever, I instinctively slapped a hand over my mouth harshly, too occupied at the moment to notice I had interrupted the conversation before me.

"Ah, sorry--(Y/n)-chan," Rocchi-san seemed to have realised my discomfort, his gentle voice I had become accustomed to carrying an apologetic stance as he neared my figure affectionately.

"I stopped you before on your way to somewhere, right-" 

Just as his palm hovered over my heaving shoulders, that action appeared to have been abruptly stopped, enticing my hooded eyes to shift even in their current condition. 

I didn't realise 'Dotachin' had walked over, too.

 "You shouldn't be touching someone like that so carelessly, especially if she looks like she's gonna pass out."

As eternal silence appeared to ensue, I saw an opportunity to stabilise myself, trying to shake away the familiar lightheadedness that came for another visit. 

Do I really look like that? Oh my god this is not the time, (Y/n).

If I could just calm the situation.

"Heh~? Is that so?" For once, Rocchi-san felt so foreign; like another person, or that he just had a completely different side altogether. 

There was resenting malice carved into his words. 

"That's rich coming from your bunch."

No, I had to calm it.

Internally preparing myself, I gingerly inhaled; whether I fainted or not, I'm sure if I could just get them to talk it out--

"Please--WaIIII-----"

"(Y/n-chan)?!?!"

"O-oi!!!"

Well, at least I didn't faint.