|Izaya Orihara x Fem!Reader|
Izaya eyed the tub of popcorn resting in [Name]'s arms.
It'd been a while since he last had a piece. Maybe she'd let him have some now?
Her eyes were glued to the large movie theater screen, and she lifted the large Coke from the arm of her seat to take a sip. She wasn't paying any attention to the tub (or to him) at all. Unconsciously, his fingers twitched in anticipation. He casually reached out—slowly, but not slow enough to arouse suspicion, nor fast enough to draw her attention. He felt a triumphant smirk stretch across his face as his fingers approached the edge of the tub...
...and was promptly slapped away.
"Izaya!" she hissed, setting down the large cup on the opposite arm of the chair—the one farthest from him.
"But [Name]-chan!" he whined loudly, drawing some irritated glares and annoyed 'shh!'s.
She shushed him, leaning forward so that she could whisper without disturbing the surrounding people. "You ate over half the tu
Izaya Orihara x Fem!Reader
Warnings: A little crack?
You turned to glare at the source of the sudden voice, hand clenching in frustration around your pencil at the interruption.
"What do you want, Izaya?" you asked tiredly, placing your pencil down on your half finished homework. You stretched, letting out a small sigh of relief as your joints and bones popped out of their stiffness. You were at Izaya's place, cramming in the last of your homework on his (very) comfortable leather couch. The sneaky jerk had
manipulatedconvinced you to move in with him, claiming that he needed his beloved '[Name]-chan' in order to feel less lonely.
The raven-haired male plopped down next to you, pouting slightly.
"Aw come on," his voice took on a whining tinge, "is that how you greet your amazing boyfriend?"
You gave him a half-hearted glare, but a small smile tugged itself across your lips at his antics. "Go away," you tol
Leverage // Izaya Orihara
You hated spring.
It was the worst season out of them all, you thought. For whatever cruel twist of fate, whenever spring would roll around your sinuses would be blocked something fierce, your eyes would water, and your throat would inflame and close up. Most nights during this you weren’t able to get any decent amount of sleep.
Though, you supposed spending days upon days in bed with endless treats and Netflix was infinitely better than sitting at your desk for eight hours. That was a benefit, you couldn’t deny. Perhaps the only benefit.
But the worst part about your sickness was the snarky information broker who’d follow you around and refuse to leave you alone.
Izaya knew how bad your body reacted whenever spring dug its roots into the ground and threw endless barrages of bees and flowers in your face. So, of course, he’d come over each and every time just to take care of you. In actuality, he was just an annoyance. Something told you that he knew this, too.
Izaya Orihara x Sick!Reader |Obliging|
There were many annoying assholes in this world. You came to realize that, especially more than ever since you've been living in Ikebukuro. It was a bustling city, and with that, a bunch of underlying violence was spawned. It was your personal mission to steer clear of that.
However, a man who you were starting to slowly despise enjoyed roping you into dangerous activities. You'd continue spewing out your deep rooted hatred for him, if it weren't for a cough triggered by your cold.
How did you get this cold? Simple. The ultimate asshole himself - Izaya Orihara. He didn't give it to you himself, but he managed to create an awful situation that led to it. Did you have complete proof of him setting it up? No. But you had a gut feeling that he was behind it.
Anyways, he thought it'd be a wonderful idea to set you up and almost get you kidnapped. Of course, there was no way you were going to get kidnapped. After kicking their sorry asses and strolling back to your apartment, you started cou
Izaya Orihara x Fem!Reader
Author's Note: oh hey look she's back
I love you, [Name]-chan!
You swore you felt your eyebrow twitch. Next to those sickeningly romantic words was the profile picture of none other than Izaya Orihara, winking at the camera with his tongue pointed out — a typical pose your boyfriend loved to strike. Immediately, you felt your nose crinkle in disgust, almost as if it were a natural reflex. After all, you hated all forms of public displays of affection. Not to mention, social freakin' media was easily one of the most public things out there in the world.
"Was that really necessary?" You finally deadpanned, lowering your phone for a brief moment to shoot an exasperated look at your boyfriend.
Said boyfriend glanced over at you from across his apartment, winking at you from over his computer screen.
You simply rolled your eyes, punching in a quick reply comment (idiot.) before returning to the pile