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Watching Hedgehogs Forming an Army

Title: Watching Hedgehogs Forming an Army

Genre: C O M E D Y. (seriously, that is what it mostly is. I could write something romantic in this, but the title is just-)

Pairing: Izaya/Shizuo/Masaomi/Mikado x reader (all separate)

Notes: Okay, so before you start reading, do note that this whole idea is coming from a random thing I sent out to my friends on Snapchat. (Remind me to proceed with caution if I ever decide to do this again.)

Otherwise, I had been wanting to write something for DRRR for a while, and this gave me the most in depth idea for the specific characters and just- ugH, IDEA GOLD.

Below the cut!

Izaya Orihara

the fact that you and him got together was a mystery to the whole of Shinjuku and Ikebukuro.

seriously, this man is notorious for playing with people’s emotions and desires

so how the hell did he snag someone as nice as you?

no clue, but what they didn’t know is that you played with him

turn the game on its head, y’know?

that said, you two rarely ever went out on dates that weren’t at more upscale places.

one date? five star restaurant, VIP room. managed to snag free drinks for the both of you while he was at it.

another one? laying low at one of your homes, though there was a plethora of gourmet foods that he had shipped from out of country

(by some damn magic - you didn’t know, and didn’t care to ask)

otherwise, when things as simple as this happened, things came easy to the both of you

some ice cream for you, a black coffee for him, and the two of you skipping through the park happily.

this particular day, though, you saw something very sus

there was an outrageous amount of hedgehogs gathered.

no reason, no purpose whatsoever, just gathering in a corner of the park.

izaya didn’t notice the meetup until he noticed that you weren’t beside him.

with his eyebrows raised, shocked

he then saw you, slack-jawed, watching a hoard of hedgehogs

the general image just drove him to laugh, but you heard him

and you jumped to stop him.

“shut up, don’t say a single word.”

“i wasn’t planning on it, but now that you mention it-”

cue you shoving a hand over his mouth to stop him from doing anything

you both just watched the group

nothing more, nothing less.

there was the odd sip of coffee or spoonful of ice cream, but otherwise?

just staring.

“do you think they’re getting ready to fight someone?”

“i don’t know, s/o, are they?”

“no seriously! are they teaming up to go to a fight, or are they doing this to defend their nest or something?”

“again, i don’t know, s/o. but that is a good question.”

...silence...

“maybe they’re trying to climb on top of each other and form a mega-bot or something.”

“i highly doubt that.”

yeah, there wasn’t much else to look at.

your theories were brushed over in favor of watching the group gather closer.

people stopped to stare at you two

they even tossed the idea that you two were oddly placed statues

but they recognized izaya

they knew that no, these are not, in fact, statues, but people standing scarily still

watching something intently.

they just walked off, eventually, but the thought never left.

and yes, you two were still staring when shizuo spotted the sight while looking for someone to pay off their debts.

and, of course, at the sight of izaya, he flipped his shit and screamed.

that was the cue to leave before you both got crushed.

luckily, after being with izaya for some time, you got used to the chase and were able to evade the tall blonde

you both made it to your apartment, and had jumped to conclusions

“they were trying to fight someone by forming a gigantic robot-like figure!”

“no, they were forming an army to fight back!”

“or maybe they were doing that to defend their den!”

“or they were gathering together to have an or-”

“don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

the ideas kept getting thrown back and forth

though what you two didn’t know was that they were gathering for a ritual

calling upon their hedgehog gods and completing their personal little summoning

(it went well, for anyone wondering).

Shizuo Heiwajima

you and him?

you’ve gotta be shitting me.

you, an outgoing and happy smol bean (who was actually lacking any instinct to care about someone)

and him, the big angry tol bean that could care less about anyone (though that was a lie)?

yeah, can’t happen

unless...

so, this was a date.

normally, they stayed in the realm of indoors.

eating dinner together? at his kitchen table.

movie night? on your couch, in your apartment.

seriously, you both rarely had dates outside of the comfort of your homes.

so this date was a blessing in disguise.

it was nearing noon,

shizuo had come by your apartment around 11:30 that morning

a cup of coffee in his hand for you, a blush on his face

from there on, you two had spent the day relaxing together (though it was a fairly short time)

you two were walking past a park around this time

and you were watching the sunlight peek through the trees with wonder

of course, a few people waved to you and you waved back,

but when you spotted something odd, everything just seemed to freeze.

hedgehogs, gathered beside a bush, almost climbing on top of the other

almost as if to fight for something among each other.

your gasp is what drew shizuo out of the euphoric state he was in just by watching your eyes light up.

straight outta the gate, he would probably be visibly confused.

and pissed.

but he’d let it slide.

maybe.

it wasn’t until you exclaimed that there were more that he had an outburst.

“the hell’d you say?”

“there are more going to the bush, shizuo.”

silence, upon silence, upon silence.

until one of the children in the park shout at you to say hi.

you responded of course, but it still annoyed you

but it annoyed the blonde beside you even more.

“hey, leave her be!”

“dammit, shizuo - ignore him, have a nice day, you two!”

the child’s mother laughed and brushed it off.

you pulled shizuo back and went back to watching the hedgehogs.

though he was initially bothered, the sight was interesting to watch.

you two had been theorizing why they were gathering

“maybe they’re watching over one of their children.”

“or, maybe they are trying to build their den there.”

“well, yeah. but they’re climbing on top of each other.”

“good point, babe.”

(yay pet names! coming from him, that meant a lot!)

this continued for around fifteen minutes before they up and left.

you two went about the rest of your days nicely, dropping the topic

but it did come up when you were talking to your friend over lunch the next day

and also when shizuo was at work - tom was trying to figure out the reason as well.

otherwise, it was ignored.

the whole story, though:

the hedgehogs were gathering for something private

something that the humans would call a ‘meme’.

a fight club.

and the first rule of fight club?

you don’t talk about fight club.

Masaomi Kida

you and him?

that was expected.

for this long?

that was not expected.

people thought that you two would just call it a fling, and you’d be done

not the case, and you two were ready to wreak havoc all over school grounds if the time called for it.

but otherwise, you two were pretty tame with each other

also very flirty

but that was a different story.

otherwise, dates with him were very much everywhere

if you wanted to get some food, you two would go to russian sushi and then more

a movie? great, let’s hit up the bowling alley afterwards!

dates like this one were both odd and normal

it was expected that you’d do something following the first part (breakfast and gaming videos with him)

but doing something as simple as walking through a park was almost unheard of unless there was a big event going on

but you weren’t complaining

sometimes you just need some calm, and that is exactly what was going on

until, in a fit of giggles, masaomi had spotted a large group of hedgehogs in a secluded corner of the park

“whoa, look at that, s/o!”

“huh, what do you-”

you saw them.

you also noticed that they were almost expressing something.

whether that was anger, simple frustration, or whateverthehell, you didn’t know

but you noticed it and brought it up.

“kida, they’re moving. what do you think they’re doing?”

“a game plan? something to get food?”

“maybe they’re building something?”

“nope, they’re not holding anything.”

the whole situation, contrary to anything else that would have happened, came and went

after you two stared at the slowly growing crowd for almost fifteen minutes.

you sat down to do it, though!

(yay to less foot pain!)

either way, you two had started to toss back outlandish theories.

“trying to form a fight club?”

(haha funny-)

“or maybe a hedgehog ritual?”

(haha funny number 2-)

“possibly they could be having an or-”

(i wanna commit die for the amount of times i’ve pulled this shit istg-)

“kida.”

yeah, things got quiet after that.

you two were still watching the hedgehogs do whatever they and their expressions were doing,

but when you both hit a head and couldn’t conjure up anymore crazy ideas

you just shrugged it off and left the park.

it didn’t come up again, not even when kida dragged you from your shift at a nearby bookstore after it ended to do something in the city.

anything, really.

the night ended calmly, though.

the hedgehogs, though?

yeah, their night didn’t end that way.

that crowd of them that you two had seen was a hedgehog acting troupe, and thei performance schedule was outrageous.

the horror play’s lead was covered in a mess of honey, the comedy lead’s day was prolonged due to the original lead being sick, and the romantic lead had tried to avoid snapping the neck of her male co-lead.

yeah, clean-up for them didn’t go well.

Mikado Ryuugamine

you and mikado had been friends for a while

considering that you are kida’s (older) twin, you two got along fairly well

you and him were able to bond over dealing with your brother’s antics.

so the connection you two had grown to develop was easy to be expected.

and, seeing as you were the mature one of the twins, you attracted mikado very quickly.

otherwise, you both found over-the-top dates to be unnecessary.

so you both basked in the time that the both of you spent privately.

study dates were normal. get your work done, get some quick food, all was good.

sometimes you two would lay back and watch your current television obsession together.

so with things as simple and somewhat cliche as that, park dates were normal.

and since you both wanted some fresh air (and a break from your brother), you jumped at the chance to take a walk.

it was late afternoon, you had stopped by russian sushi and were finishing some dollar-drinks you picked up from a convenient store.

you two held hands, deciding to run the rest of the day through somewhat peacefully.

kida was out, though, so you were both on guard.

which also meant that when you two spotted him, you hid

you found a bench that was covered by trees and shadows, and decided to sit down

mikado was panting, you were still peeping and hoping that the dyed-blonde sibling of yours was gone

and he was, so you relaxed.

while you were watching, you noticed some movement from the corner of your eye.

it was slightly dull against green, so you found it a little hard to miss.

“hey, mikado, what’s going on in that corner?”

“huh? uh, i don’t- i don’t know.”

you got a closer look, and saw that they were hedgehogs.

there was two crowds of them, facing each other

your eyes may have been deceiving you, but you could have sworn that one of them was glaring at the frontman of the opposing group

and that their lackey was gracing an expression of calm

but hedgehogs don’t express emotions like that so you tossed that thought out the metaphorical window.

mikado, though, was trying not to let any of his wild ideas slip.

he had a filter, though, so he didn’t say anything.

you could notice when this happened, though.

“say it, mikado; you’re not good at hiding what you’re thinking around me, y’know.”

“well, what do you think they’re doing?”

silence

(yet again.)

“i...don’t know, actually.”

the silence hung high, but neither of you were willing to spill any odd theories you had.

some of the time that you were watching was spent theorizing, though.

just internally.

(seriously, if internal dialogue was going to be mentioned in depth, this portion of the post would be outrageous)

eventually, you just settled for watching them.

any conversation that you two had was about something other than what you were staring at, but that didn’t stop you.

soon enough, it started to get dark and you got a message from kida.

he was struggling with dinner, and since you didn’t want to burn down your living, the you had to hurry.

you had made it clear that you had to leave, took mikado’s empty drink and pitched it on your way back.

mikado left not long after you, eyeing the hedgehogs in confusion

but leaving nonetheless.

you brought the event up to kida (without mentioning that it was to hide from him, of course), and he made a huge deal out of it.

mikado brought the topic up to him over the phone as well.

but it was generally just left up in the air.

rarely ever came up between you and anyone else, but it still hung over your heads.

otherwise, the events between the hedgehogs was very new.

in fact, one side of the hedgehogs were squirrels in disguise.

they were having a conversation about how to invade and seize the squirrels’ home, and one of the disguised squirrels had said something to provoke the leader of the hedgehogs.

they were planning an attack on the other, and there would be blood not matter what.

it was a damn turf war, of course they would want their enemy’s heads on a platter.

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Can’t Hurt You Anymore » Joe Sugg

Request: Idk if u r still doing it but for the Drabble challenge how about 18, 36, and 2 with joe sugg xoxo I love ur writing!!!

WARNING: MENTIONS OF RAPE AND ABUSE

You were just seven years old when it all began — your parents had just gotten divorced and after struggling through custody battles for you and your older brother, you were left in the care of your dad whilst Y/B/N went to stay with your mum. It wasn’t long, though until your dad fell into the habit of drinking and through their mutual love for alcohol, he met the woman who would become your step-mum.

You lost contact with your biological mum and brother and any mention of the two was forbidden in the Y/L/N’s household; if you spoke of them, you would be harshly punished.

Things went from bad to worse when were 10 and with no protection from the malicious corrupt world, nor your guardians, you soon slipped into a life of torture and abuse.

The first time your dad had hit you was the day he got fired from his job; you had just arrived home from school to your intoxicated father, your mood already damp when you had accidentally triggered an outburst of anger by smashing a glass.

You were 11 when he touched you in the wrong way for the first time; he was scarily gentle and told you that you were growing up so fast. Never could you imagine how much those words would haunt you.

On the night of your 12th birthday, the one man you were meant to trust, the one who would protect you from harm, stole your innocence and in turn, stole any trust you had for men.

You were 12 and a half when you met Jack, who was in the year above you. Finn, a renowned bully in your year had taken it upon himself to make your life extra torturous one day and just as he was about to turn things physical, Jack stepped in and protected you. As the rest of the school year went by, you grew to trust the older boy and eventually spilled your deep, dark secret, although he swore after constant begging not to tell a soul.

You met the rest of the Maynard’s not long after and you found yourself often seeking refuge from you monstrous father and his equally malicious wife at their house. You began to trust the Maynard family after learning that they were just as, if not more loving than Jack, who had quickly become your best, albeit your only, friend.

One day at school, your class was educated in sexual intercourse and relating topics, and you discovered that what your father was doing to you in no world was right. That night, you were over the Maynard’s as per usual when you asked Helen, Jack’s mum if you could speak to her alone.

Then and there, you explained everything to the older woman and by the end you were a sobbing mess. You yearned for a loving family like Jack’s; you wanted what he had — happiness, an emotional impossibility for you with the life you led.

Helen comforted you and when you were calm, she convinced you to go to the police. You were terrified of what would happen to you, whether your father would beat you and leave you for dead or you’d have the Maynard’s, Jack taken away from you.

“What about Y/N mum? Where will she go if her parents are behind bars?” Jack asked. You placed your ear against the door when you heard your name. “Will she have to live with her mum?”

“Jack…” Helen sighed. “Y/N’s mum she’s… her and Y/N’s brother died in a car accident two weeks ago.” Helen told him gently making you gasp. You felt tears well up in your eyes and you stumbled into the room.

“Mum and Y/B/N are d-dead?” You cried.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry honey.” Helen cooed pulling you into her chest.

You never got to see your mum or brother again nor were you allowed to their funeral as it clashed with the court case. After three long months of battling against you dad and step-mum, they pleaded guilty and your dad was sentenced to 25 years in prison for aggravated rape on multiple occasions and child abuse, whilst your step-mum would be imprisoned for just 10 years for child abuse.

Although you were relieved it was all over, all you could think about now was where you would go. You heart was racing when you were brought into a room where you sat for what felt like three hours which in reality was more like 10 minutes. Two adults, a man and a woman entered and began explaining to you what was going to happen to you now that you had no legal guardian.

As soon as you were allowed, you burst out of the room in search of your best friend but only finding the icy blue eyes of his brother.

“Conor?” You cried. His stern exterior melted away when he saw you and immediately engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug that was full of warmth and love. “I don’t want to leave you all. You’re my family. Please don’t let them take me away.”

“They aren’t going to take you away.” He told you gently.

“How do you know that for sure?” You asked him sniffling but you were interrupted by Helen.

“Well?” Conor spoke hopefully to his mum.

“Y/N, how would you feel to become an honorary Maynard?” She smiled softly.

“R-really?” You gasped. Helen nodded. In less than two months, the entire process was complete and your name had legally been changed to Y/N Maynard. Jack and Anna were over the moon with the decision, and you fit in perfectly — it was like you were made to be a Maynard.

The years passed by and life got better; Conor began posting covers to YouTube and got noticed by NeYo, and here he was now, he had released an album and had over 4 million subscribers, Anna was happily getting on with her life and was studying at sixth form, whilst Jack had started YouTube, like Conor but his videos were different to his brother’s and a couple of months ago, he had hit a million subscribers.

Then there was you.

You always dreamed big and after finishing school at the top of your class, surpassing most of your teachers’ limitations, you went on to study maths at university level to become a teacher.

There was one massive thing that had changed in you life though, and his name was Joe. You had met him through Jack and Conor and albeit slowly, you became close friends, which eventually blossomed into a relationship between you.

There was one thing you were just not ready for though, and that was to have sex again. Joe was never pushy about it but you knew that men had needs; you learnt that growing up with Jack and Conor, and you were terrified Joe would get his satisfaction elsewhere.

One night, the two of you were snuggled up in bed when Joe began planting kisses on your neck, nipping at it. You moaned as he hit your sweet spot and felt him tugging at your top but you pushed him away. You felt extremely overwhelmed and flashbacks of your childhood ran through your head, your eyes filling with tears that threatened to fall.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Joe asked softly.

“I’m sorry, Joe, I’m just not ready to go all the way with you.” You informed him.

“And that’s alright, love.” He reassured you. “But do you want to tell me why?”

“I-I…” You stuttered.

“It’s alright, take your time.” He told you, sliding his hand into yours.

“Jack and Conor… they…” You began but Joe cut you off.

“They what? Have they hurt you?”

“You’re just going to have to let me explain. No interruptions, got it?” You asked. He nodded. “Jack and Conor aren’t my real brothers, nor is Anna my real sister.”

“What?” Joe gasped.

“Helen and Gary adopted me when I was around 12, after my biological father and my step-mum were jailed.” You explained. “They met after my parents divorced and I was left in my dad’s custody, whilst my brother… Y/B/N, was left with my mum. They got married and they both struggled with alcoholism. They became… abusive and when I was 11, my dad started… he s-sexually abused me. I w-was 12 when he r-raped me.”

You placed your face in your hands and sobbed into them, too ashamed to look Joe in the eye.

“Jack had d-defended me from a bully once and we became friends not long after; he was the first person I told and I made him promise not to tell anyone. It was until months later I finally got the courage to tell Helen.” You continued, tears streaming down your face. “We w-went to the p-police and after two months of being on trial, they both were sent to prison. I had overheard Helen and Jack talking about where I’d go if my dad and step-mum were incarcerated and I d-discovered that my mum and my brother were killed in a car crash and I couldn’t e-even go to the funeral because of the trial.”

“That’s terrible.” Joe whispered.

“They’re monsters.” You growled, sobbing with anger. “I hope they go through what they put me through!”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” He told you. “I will always protect you, from now until the day we die.”

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