the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't get off topic in your mind

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

[Isn't that the leader of the gang that's attacking the Dollars right now? Toramaru or something...]

[Is the girl a member too?]

[No, isn't that Heiwajima Shizuo's sister?]

The raven-haired man chuckled softly in his chair, brushing aside his layered bangs callously as he began the next phase of his plan. So far, everything had gone smoothly, though--he could say the woman in question had exceeded his expectations, or rather, went a wholly different direction altogether. After all, never had he imagined the woman would be capable of slapping one of his dear friends like that.

'How interesting, (Y/n)-chan. I'm going to miss you at this rate.'

Appearing to have been satisfied with the quality of his crafted message, the man's slender frame relaxed into his cushioned support, not forgetting to attach the detail so imposingly crucial to creating the chaos he was desiring.

He now relaxed his features against a propped up elbow, wondering how you would react to all this. How would you, an unassuming outsider with no prior ties to anyone beforehand, try to protect all these sudden connections you had made?

Returning to his current position at the abrupt vibration of his cell phone, the man found himself grinning at the caller ID, his figure leaving the seat towards the train's lounge area, where he could really enjoy the conversation. 

'What a coincidence.'

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Your POV:

"..."

"..."

Oh god, it's so quiet. 

Peering over at both my sides, I reluctantly met the invested gazes of both men who appeared to view me as an alien. With frowning lips, they seemed to still be processing what I had said.

W-who could blame them--right~! I would totally react that way too.

But...it would still be nice if someone could say something...!

"...Someone is trying to pit us against each other, you say...?" as if Rocchi-san had read my mind, he piped by, his words unsure and spaced between pauses.

"Yes..."

"Who?" I blinked at the incoming question from Dotachin-san, suddenly finding my throat dry and unusable.

'Who'--that's a good question

"That's--it's another gang, but I'm not sure who...exactly." My confidence was diminishing my the minute; this time I no longer had the courage to face them directly, my head deciding to hang over my sitting frame as if in shame of my actions.

Until--I remembered.

"Rocchi-san!!" 

"Y-yeah?"

"You came to find Dotachin-san because your members got beaten up by a group claiming to be the 'Dollars', right? Some bystanders got mixed up in it too."

I could witness the surprised contort of his eyes gradually evolve into apprehensive confusion.

"How did you--"

"Please. I know it's a lot to ask for, but trust me."

Shifting my frame directly to face Rocchi-san, I begged with my eyes, hoping he would understand me, if only slightly. After all, he was one of the few who was truly aware of your situation, and had never seemed to judge you for it, no matter how dubious it sounded. 

So you wanted--no, you needed to help him.

The man before me seemed to be caught in deep contemplation, his eyes jumping between me and the third member of our group; like he was considering whether or not to proceed with his initial intentions, or perhaps he was beginning to doubt me?

I could feel my palms beginning to sweat, the sticky sensation unbearing in the summer heat we we were under. 

"Oi, you."

The man being addressed raised a brow, the air between both parties clearly filled with hostility as they dismissed my presence for a moment; I could feel my face fall with mortification, and curses began to flood within my mind in the following manner:

Oh my god, oh my god, why are they looking at each other like that?! Are they gonna fight?! Or kiss...

Wait, what am I thinking??

This is NOT the time, (y/n)!! Get it together!!

Also, on that topic--you really should get that phone back from Izaya-kun.

Just as I was about to physically shake off such thoughts from my mind, a warm hand fell gently against the top of my head, aiding me in my attempt to return back to reality. 

"You're hella lucky (y/n)-chan is gunning for your pack." 

Eh?

I blinked at Rocchi-san's visage, my expression in a blank daze as I updated myself on the events occurring around me. Soon realising, I could sense my lips lifting into a wide smile that swept along my other features in its movement.

"Really, Rocchi-san?!"