SakuraTheOnihime

Izaya Orihara x Reader You sat tapping your fingers on the table and hand resting under you chin. Your (e/c) hues looking at the condensation falling from the glass of water you had. "Tell me, Izaya-kun.. what is the meaning of life?" your voice echoed out of nowhere and now your deadpanned stare was looking at him. The ravenette looked over at you from his computer. "My, my (nickname)-chan. What a question to ask out of nowhere!" Izaya Orihara grinned at the person sitting on his couch. "Why do you ask?" "I'm just curious." Izaya put his hand under his chin and thought for a moment "... Well, the meaning of life is a subjective question

Note - Warning! This fanfic is one of my more serious ones and it contains some possibly triggering elements in it. Don’t read if you’re really sensitive or depressed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Masaomi,     I’ve heard that you’ve left Ikebukuro with Saki. I’m glad that you two have made up and I’m sure that you both are very happy!     I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to say goodbye to you. During the time you went for the train station, I was taking care of my mom. Haha, you know how she is - she’s such

"Don't...move a muscle!" You froze, "W-What?" "Don't move..." you heard Nicolas call from behind, as his voice lowered to a whisper. "W-Why not?" your voice matched his – a quiet whisper. "Because..." you could feel him getting closer, and closer to you, yet you didn't dare move. Stiffening, you felt his warm breath on the back of your neck, making the hair stand up. You tried to keep you breathing calm, but it was still so difficult – you could literally feel your chest moving up and down. "Because...I want...to…take that off you!" His last words were a whispered rush, as he grabbed the bar of chocolate from your hand. Y

You were sitting at your desk, which had a few notebooks scattered here and there, a case full of pencils, and a huge desktop computer, writing down a somewhat complex math problem. Okay, somewhat complex in your book; others thought that these types of math problems were easy. As you were furiously scribbling down the answer, a pair of arms latched onto your shoulders. "{Name}-chan! Guess who?" Clearly this person didn't know the correct rules of the 'guess who' game or they were just trolling. You turn around, almost fast enough to give you whiplash, to meet with the red eyed raven information broker, Izaya Orihara. "Izaya! What are you

"Ahhhh.. fuck this shit-!" "Jeez, kid, watch the language!" "S-Sorry, Ink," you muttered, putting your hands down on your desk, staring back at the blank page in your sketchbook. Lately you've been struggling to find inspiration. For art class you had to draw something, anything at all, using the knowledge you've learned throughout the year, but for some reason-out of all the things you could think about drawing-you mind just goes blank. 'I know people get Writer's Block..but is there such a thing as Drawer's Block?' "Hey [y/n], you okay? You've been sitting there for the past 20 minutes and I don't see a single line on that paper. You'r

"So lemme get this straight," Sans started as you and him sat on a lone rock-essentially a chunk of Stardin Forest-looking out towards the town itself. "You need to wear that fishbowl to help you breathe?" "Well..I don't think so but I'm kinda scared to take it off," you admitted, blushing slightly. "Do ya ever planet to?" He chuckled, tapping the glass. "Hey stop that!" You pushed his hand away. "It'll break!" "You really think so, kid?" Sans asked, leaning back and sighing. "Honestly it makes you look like an astronut. I mean, if I can breathe just fine, why can't you?" He looked back at you. "The asteroid belt does have a magical barrie

  A heart-shaped locket.    As soon as you held up the item, everything turned completely silent. Even Mettaton didn’t utter another word or say something overdramatized. When you scanned the crowd to get a hint of who you got, you felt a hand grip your shoulder which caused you to yelp and spin around to have (e/c) meet red ones. A shiver escalated up your spine when you saw them. Oh no…it couldn’t be who you thought it is… “Um, is this yours Chara?” you ask with slight nervousness in your tone, hoping that he was pulling a sick prank to mess with your head. Alas, that hope was all in vain as a crazy gr

Read INTRO first! Link is in description along with all the others in the Val Time One-Shot group! *Hides* Chara x Reader: Drive Me Wild You were finishing off your homemade truffles that you planned to give to your group of friends, and you were far passed tired. You were sure that the lack of sleep was going to affect you for weeks to come, and you were not looking forward to it. You smiled, these delicate chocolate decorations were quite beautiful if you said so yourself. On second thought… would doing designs on the top of each individual chocolate really be worth it? No.  It wasn’t worth it, sleep would be most important.