Shizuo x Reader X Izaya

Alright, here we go again! This is my second fan fiction, so please be understanding if I have a few errors. This one is all about Durarara! Shizuo, Izaya, and YOU! I only watched the Anime, so this will go only by that, Sorry Manga readers!
Key; (Y/N) Your Name, (E/C) Eye Color, (H/C) Hair Color, (H/L) Hair Length, (F/C) Favorite Color, (S/C) Skin Color, (L/N) Last Name, (N/N) Nick Name.
Background: You’re Twenty three, a year younger than Shizuo Heiwajima and a month older than Izaya Orihara. The three of you have always had a very… Unusual relationship. You are an American model, who often travels back and forth between Ikebukuro and America.  You are good friends with Simon Brezhnev, Celty Sturluson, and Shinra Kishitani.
Durarara!
                                                              Power, Spirit, Intelligence.
                                                    Shizuo x Reader x Izaya
You sighed as you tugged on a silky (h/l), (h/c) lock. Your flawless (s/c) skin was only slightly touched by makeup that emphasized your beautiful (e/c) eyes. You had a small pout on your lips as you tapped your foot on the carpeted floor. Your eyes slightly reflected the many lights of Ikebukuro as you flew above the city in your private jet. ‘How boring…’ You thought as you sighed. You were on your way to your old home in the city because you had to do a few photo shoots, then you would be able to relax for a whole month. You were slightly exited that you were going to be on vacation for so long, not only that, but you would be able to see the people closest to you.
‘I wonder if my boys have killed each other yet.’ You thought, a slight giggle escaping from your lips. You didn’t like when the two fought, but, having you been in America for five years, anything could have happened.  “Excuse me, Ms. (L/n), but we will be landing in ten minutes.” A rather nervous voice came from behind you. You simply nodded, not taking your eyes off the window. “Alright, will you please take my stuff to the hotel I will be staying at when we land?” Your voice was smooth as silk, and if possible, even more beautiful than your body. The red headed man nodded frantically, his shaggy and slightly curled hair bobbing with the frantic motions. “Yes Ms. (L/N)!” The younger man chirped as he quickly jogged off.
You sighed. “Why can’t they just call me (y/n)…?” You didn’t mind being respected, but all of your assistants treated you like some sort of queen. It was pretty cool when you first started, but now it was pretty annoying to you. You watched the small jet land through the window before standing up and stretching. “Mmm~” You groaned, your perfect lips curled up into a small smile as you picked up your small messenger bag. You quickly fixed your (f/c) blouse, and tightened your (f/c) bullet belt that hung only slightly sideways off of your hips. You lightly brushed down your black skirt that only hung slightly above your knees, and quickly slipped your black stocking covered feet into black slacks. You quickly tied your hair up in your favorite lazy hair style as you trotted down the jets steps.
You quickly pulled out your small cellphone, smiling at the small (favorite animal) plush that hung from a small golden lace. Shizuo had given you the little plush, and Izaya had snuck the small gold lace into your pocket just before you had left. Just as you touched the phone, it started to ring. Izaya Orihara’s name popped up, bringing a large smile to your face. ‘Figures he would know that I was here.’ You thought to yourself as you lightly tapped the ‘accept’ button, placing the phone lightly to your ear.
“Well hello, (N/n)-Chan~ so the rumors are true~” Izaya’s voice was much more musical than you had remembered. You smiled at the sound of your friend’s voice. “So you’re still going to call me that lame nickname, Iza-Chan~?” You smirked at the slight breath Izaya took at hearing his own nickname. You made sure to give your voice a taunting thorn, along with the nickname.  After a few seconds of silence Izaya started talking again. “I didn’t think I would see you here again, (N/n)-Chan. It’s been a long time, why don’t you have a chat with me in person?” Izaya asked his voice strangely sincere for once. “Sure, where should we meet?” You asked your eyes scanning the large crowd that you were walking into, half expecting Izaya to show up. “Just keep going straight.” He said, you could hear the smile on his lips when he spoke.
You smiled and ended the call, after a few steps you saw Izaya leaning against a pillar. His shaggy black hair seemed only a little longer than before. You tilted your head slightly, a large smile played on your lips. “It seems the only thing that changed about you is your cloths.” You joked, earning a small smile from your old friend. “But you have changed quite a bit (n/n)-Chan.” He said with a smile as he gracefully spun so he was now at your side, one arm hung over your far shoulder as he held you close. The soft fur from his black jacket slightly tickled you.  “Just look at you~” He purred as his brown eyes narrowed as he looked your body over. You narrowed your eyes at him, a slight blush forming on your cheeks.
“Your chest differently got bigger from when I saw you last~ and you seem to have grown into a rather charming woman, no wonder you’re such a well-known model.” Izaya chuckled as you swatted at him, he quickly caught your hand and kissed the top of it, his catlike eyes never leaving yours. His cunning smile seemed almost too big as he swiftly patted your head.  “Though you’re still a short little thing~” He chuckled as you swatted his hand away from your head. While Izaya was now 5’9”, you only came up to his chest.  “Whatever.” You growled, crossing your arms and pouting. Izaya was then suddenly only inches from your face, his brown eyes cut into yours. “Aww~ Did I make (N/n)-Chan angry? Hehehe~” His breath smelled sweet, and was warm, but you ignored the fact that he was so close.
“Come on, let’s get something to eat.” You mumbled walking around him. Izaya hopped alongside you, keeping his hands in his jacket pockets. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked silently, a low hum was coming from him as he smiled at you. “So, what do you do for work these days?” You questioned him, not taking your eyes off your path. “Me? Oh, I’m just an information broker.” Izaya answered, slightly bored with the question you asked. “So that’s how you knew I was coming here.” Izaya nodded. “Yeah, I heard that you were a huge model in America and that you were doing a photo shoot in Ikebukuro. At first I thought, ‘No way that’s my goofy (N/n)-Chan!’ Hahaha! But it turns out it was my little (N/n)-Chan! I couldn’t believe it~” You shot a glare at Izaya, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You growled. Izaya lifted his hands up, as if he was warding off an attack. “Hahaha Aww come on, don’t be a bitch~ you know I’m playing~” He teased, his large smile growing larger.
“Sushi! Come eat Russia Sushi, it good!” You heard the familiar voice of a rather large Russian man. You quickly jogged up to your old Russian friend, a rather cute grin played on your lips. Simon looked down his huge frame dwarfed your small and slender body. His gray eyes shimmered with immediate recognition and a huge smile seemed to split his face. “(Y/n)!” He cheered, suddenly dropping the flyers and picking you up with one sudden movement. You squeaked at the sudden movement, but started to laugh as he pulled you into a crushing hug. “Long time no see!” You smiled and hugged the huge black man as he swung you around like a rag doll. “You want sushi? It good! Half price for pretty (y/n)!” He cheered as he set you down gently.  
Izaya then pouted. “Hey, how come I never get a discount?” He asked, slightly whining.  Simon only looked at him, causing you to laugh. “Thanks Simon!” You cheered as you walked into the Sushi shop. After ordering your favorite sushi, and Izaya ordering his favorite, fatty tuna, the two of you caught up. You noticed that Izaya obviously avoided mentioning Shizuo. ‘Figures he would avoid talking about Shizuo, those two will never get along.’ You thought to yourself, half listening to Izaya’s rant on how much he loved people. To be honest, you loved humans as well; perhaps that’s why you and Izaya had always gotten along. You were known around this city for keeping the two from killing each other, but that was long ago.  
Izaya leaned back as he continued talking, never taking his narrow eyes off of you. “You are the only one who really understands me, (N/n)-Chan. You love people just as much as I do.” He sighed, ignoring his rigging cell phone. “That’s why I appreciate you so much.” You smiled a soft smile at the black haired man. He was right, you loved people, you loved watching them work through problems, and fix themselves. Though, you didn’t like to interfere with the lives of others for amusement, like Izaya. Suddenly Izaya’s soft smile turned into a cold line. “Though I can’t understand why you think of Shizu-Chan as a human.” His voice was full of disgust when he spoke of your close friend.
You sighed and looked away from Izaya’s harsh eyes. ‘Do you think of him as inhuman because of his strength? Or is it that you hate him so much, that you can’t bring yourself to accept that he is part of the mass of creatures you claim to love so much?’ You thought to yourself. “Speaking of Shizuo, how is he doing?” You asked, meeting Izaya’s eyes. Izaya sighed and stared at the ceiling of the sushi shop. “Well, he hasn’t died yet.” He mumbled, obviously annoyed with that fact. You smiled and placed the money for dinner on the table. “Well, that’s good.” You said with a small smile, Izaya simply grunted as he got up, holding his hand out for you.  “Let me walk you to your hotel.” He mumbled, not looking at your eyes. You swore you could see a faint tint of pink on his cheeks.
You smiled brightly and took his hand, letting him pull you up with ease. He quickly through his arm over your shoulder as the two of you walked side by side. “Hey, why don’t you just stay at my place? Staying at some old hotel would be boring.” He chuckled, holding you slightly closer. “That’s nice of you, but my stuff is already at the hotel.” You looked up at Izaya with a smile. A small shimmer of disappointment shone in his brown eyes. “Well alright, if you want to be that lame~” He purred, acting as if he was unbothered. Suddenly Izaya yanked you backwards, and a large vending machine crashed only a few feet from you. “Izayaaaa!” You heard a familiar voice scream. “Shizuo…” You mumbled, looking in the direction that the vending machine came from.
There stood a rather tall man in a bartender suit, shaggy blond hair fluttered in the slight wind. His eyes were covered by blue sunglasses, and in his hand was a bent caution sign. “I told you…. Never to show your face here!!” He yelled as he charged at Izaya, who had a rather sadistic smile on his lips. “Well, I’ll have to take a rain check on walking you. See you (N/n)-Chan~” He waved and quickly ran off. Your eyes quickly shot back to Shizuo, who was gaining speed, people around him were jumping out of his way. A small smirk formed on your lips as you slowly turned toward the charging man. Suddenly there was a loud SMACK! Shizuo was stopped in his tracks. Your slender hand was placed in the middle of his chest. His glasses had flown off from the sudden stop. A single giggle came from your lips as you looked up at the man who was staring down at you with absolute shock. “(y-Y/n)?” He stammered, his voice full of shock.