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Stalker Sentence Starters

My muse is a stalker

“It’s great to finally meet you in person.” “I know everything about you.” “I feel like we’ve known each other forever.” “You look beautiful tonight. Of course, you look beautiful every night.” “You’re all I think about.” “I need you.” “We were meant to be together.” “Don’t run away from me!” “I’ve been watching you for a long time.” “I see every step you take.” “Who was that you were talking to?” “I won’t let you leave me.” “I want to be the only person you’ll ever need.”

Your muse is a stalker

“I feel like I’ve seen you before.” “Stop following me!” “What are you, a pervert?” “I’m calling the police.” “Why are you doing this?” “Why won’t you just leave me alone?” “How long have you been following me?” “We’re never going to be together.” “No, I don’t love you.” “Are you going to hurt me?” “Of course I care about you!” “I’ll do anything as long as you don’t hurt my loved ones.”

[switch-knives]

yesfxckyxu​:

                                ꧁↠☽《†》☽↠ ꧂

“I never agreed to this -” Jack mumbled, looking away from ‘the knight in shining armour’, dark hues lingering the floor before averting back to the other. 

“It’s more like you are putting a damper on my precious feathers. Go find ‘nother pretty bird to mess with. Not interested.” 

❖                       HILARIOUS!   to  see  the  infamous  leader  of  ‘ mrm ’  became  so  defensive,  so  terribly  flustered  &  confused  ─────  it  drove  a  wild  shiver  down  his  spine!  ohhhh,  how  izaya  loved  it!  ❝   oya,  oya..  ~   is  that  ‘  pillow-princess  ’   talk  i  hear?  ”  he  just  couldn’t  help  himself.  he  needed  more.  more.  more.  ❝    ha ha !   adorable.. ~ !!  ❞  

withdrawing  a  lone  hand  out  of  the  coat  pocket,  izaya  ‘ tapped ’  a  finger  against  his  own set  of  lips,  almost,  suggestively;      ❝   &   here  I  thought  zack  boreborn   never  backed  down  from  a  challenge.  ❞

[switch-knives]

“How long have you been following me?”

❖                       ❝   long enough !   ❞   izaya  states,  sounding  as  amused  as  he  truly  looked  while  halting  right  behind  that  immense  tower  of  steel;  ❝   i  couldn’t  help  but  to  notice  that  you seem  a  bit  lost,  need  a  guide,  perhaps  ~ ?  ❞

[switch-knives]

yesfxckyxu​:

“…” 

Jack gave the other male an unimpressed look. 

“Have to admit that line is a bit overused. Try again.” 

❝  ne,  gotta  go  a  little  soft-core  for  you,  zack-kun !   wouldn’t  wanna  rough   up  your  feathers ‘ too ‘ much  before  our  first  date. ♥  ~  ❞

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やいの

[switch-knives]

“Why are you doing this?”

❖                       ❝  tsk,  tsk...  haru-chan,  are  we  growing  forgetful?  ❞   he  asks  in  a  roguish  tone,  taking  a  step  closer  &  with  both  hands  in  pockets,  leans  close,  peering  directly  at  that  delightfully  frightened  face.   ❝  money  spins  the  world  around  &  when  you  hire  my  services  to  break  the  shackles  ─────  you  owe  me,  simple,  right?  a  smart  girl  like  you  should  understand.  ❞  retrieving  a  lone  hand,  izaya  points  a  lone  finger  in the  air  &  smirks, momentarily  closing  his  red  eyes  as  if  a  teacher  mentoring  his  student;  ❝     so,  how  about  you  put  down  your  phone  &  behave?  i’d  sincerely  hate  to  see  you  get  arrested  for  all  that  nasty  debt!  thirty-thousand  dollars,  was  it?  ❞

[switch-knives]

@space-shibe​:

                    NOpE !!

[switch-knives]

“I feel like I’ve seen you before.” (I laughed when I saw this was the prompt you reblogged lol)

❖                       ❝ .... really?  that’s  funny,  because,  ❞    suddenly  approaching,  izaya  manoeuvres  around  the  young  girl  &  just  like  a  viper,  wraps  own  arm  around  her  petite  shoulders  all  the  while  the  other  hand  rests   in   pocket  of  his  coat,    ❝   i  just  so  happen  to  feel  the  very  same!  why,  yes,  i  remember  now...    tsuki-chan,  was  it?  ❞   smiling  ever  so  wide,  izaya  gently  tags  her  along  for  a  walk,    ❝   we  went  to  high-school  together  once  &  to  think  that  we’d  meet  like  this!  fascinating!  how  about  we  get  some  coffee  &  catch  up?  ❞

[switch-knives]

A long journey but he's finally discovered it! Watch as a happy golden dog furiously scratches at the corner of the stranger's apartment door, summoning its owner to open. Shibe would give all the sweet happiness this human needs, no ifs, no buts!!

❖                       in  wee  hours  of  morning  when  the  sun  still  sleeps  &  silence  drapes  over  the  vast  apartment,  izaya  finds  himself  still  absolutely  restless,  humming   &  typing  away  on  keyboard  in  mirthful  attempt  to  find  ‘ some ’  sort  of  entertainment.   oh,  my  lovely  humans,  he  thinks,   are  you  too  busy  even  for  your  beloved  GOD?   chucklingly  lightly,  he  quickly  switches  between  the  chatrooms  &  just  then,  stops,  becoming  completely  caught-off  guard  by  the  sudden  scratching.

        wait....  scratching... ?

how  odd.  this  couldn’t  possibly  be  a  thief,  could  it?  maybe  some  poor  drunkard  or  addict.. ?  scoffing  at  own  fleeting  thoughts,  the  curious  informant  slides  off  the  office  chair  &  with  feline  grace,  approaches  the  door  in  order  to  peer  through  the  view-finder  ─────  seeing  absolutely  nothing.    ❝   hm.. ~ ?  ❞  straightening  back  up,  the  mystery  thickens  &  so  does  the  temptation  to  simply  yank  the  door  open,  so,  he  does!   “  why,  who  coul ───── “

red  eyes  instantly  land  ‘pon  the  dog  &  within  unblinking  stance,  widen.   oh  no.  oh  no,  no,  no,  NO!   IT’S  A  DOG !  “  a-ah...  “   without  even  thinking  twice,  izaya  stumbles  back  &   in moment of panic, attempts  to  slam  the  door  shut.

[penisu]

[switch-knives]

@multifacetecl​​ || mukuro.

❖                       ❝   oops...  ~  ❞   was  the  only  word  which  slipped  past  the  informant’s  smiling  lips  as  his  newly  spiked  drink  became  acquired  by…. ─────  the  wrong  target.  who  could  have  ever  figured  that  two  complete  strangers  have  ordered  the  same  beverage  &  furthermore,  confused  our  poor  barmaid?  ironic  as  well  as  amusing.  the  person  which  was  meant  to  fall  into  his  sticky  webs  tonight  was  a  local  shop  owner   &  instead  got  some  poor  young  man.  he  clearly  had  no  friends  here  at  this  bar  to  stop  him  from  making  an  accidental  slip-up,  ohhhhh.. well... ~ !   it’s  too  late  anyway.

[switch-knives]

@pvremichigan​ || cont. 

❖                      ❝  woah,  woah..  ~    what  terrible  accusations,   davy-chan !   i  must  say,  i’m  hurt  that  you  view  me  so  ill... ~  !   ❞   exclaiming  oh  so  dramatically,  izaya   twirled  ‘pon  the  office  chair  &  without  a  single  slither  of  guilt,  confronted   his  hired  accomplice;    ❝   honestly,  causing  such  ruckus...     did  you  not  read  any  of  my  e-mails?  ❞   slowly  curling  his  lips  into  a  playful  smirk,  of  course  he  knew  that  david  hadn’t!  after  all,  how  could  he?  the  place  he  was  sent  to  earlier  was  right  in  the  middle  of  nowhere.  

❝    ─────  i  merely  had  to  make  sure  that  you  were  competent  enough  for  the  job  &  my,  my,  would  you  look  at  that?  you’ve  passed  the  test !   aren’t  you  happy?  we  can  finally  give  you  a  real  job  now !   isn’t  that  great ~  ?   ❞   

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[mochafrappecal]

“You think you’re special? You’re not. Everyone’s the same, everyone lies, everyone hides things. No one makes it through this life being completely honest.”

Izaya Orihara (via homouji)

[switch-knives]

tyesfxckyxu​:

                                ꧁↠☽《†》☽↠ ꧂

Jack could feel those eyes bore into him, causing him to be slightly on edge. Though he deemed that it was just because that they were stuck together, in this small space and now all they had were each other. 

However, what jolted him the most was hearing a ‘thud’ come from the other’s direction, it made him twitch, flinch subtly with shivering anxiety - and the words that followed only made his heart sink further into the deepest pit of his stomach.  

“Yeah, thanks for the optimism.” 

Jack muttered, knowing full well that his own tone was nothing more than sarcasm. 

With a sigh, Jack crossed his arms - and only then did he notice how fast his heart was pumping. His jacket felt hot, and his palms were sweaty.

Calm down, you’re fine. You’ll live. You have survived so many things, this will be one of them. 

He told himself, and with another intake of air, he gazed through the darkness at the stranger that was with him. 

“And who are you?” 

With that said, Jack thought for a moment, wondering if he should. 

… 

No, he shouldn’t… 

“You can call me Zack.” 

             B I N G O !

❖                     so  it  really  is  that  little  troublemaker !  ahhhh,  just  what  are  the  chances ~ !   izaya  couldn’t  be  anymore  pleased  tonight,  seeing  how  fate  made  everything  so   disgustingly  perfect;  becoming  trapped  &  left  alllll  alone  with  his  newest  source  of  entertainment.  ❝   it’s  nice  to  meet  you,  zack-kun.  ❞    he  still  highly  doubts  that’s  his  real  name  but,  oh  well,  why  not?  they’ve  got  plenty  of  time.  izaya  doesn’t  mind  tagging  along.    ❝     ─────  me?  ❞   he  says,  never  tiring  of  playing  around  with  this  particular  persona,    ❝   i’m  nakura.  just  a  retired  person  from  a  chirimen  crêpe  textile  store.  if  we  survive,  you  should  totally  us  check  out  sometime !  ♥   ❞  

the  real  nakura  must  be  dying  inside  each  &  every  time  he  does  this  ─────  speaking  of  which !   i  should  totally  call  him  later,  izaya  thinks,  only  to  take  a  sudden  step  in  jack’s  direction  &  much  like  a  playful  cat,  move  ever  so  close  to  him,  keeping  both  hands  hid  in  pockets;    ❝    say,  do  you  think  anyone’s  actually  coming ~ ?   ❞  proficiently  disguising  own  amusement  with  pretence  of  ‘ worry, ’  izaya  secretly  teases  jack  &   continues  to  study  him.   ❝   the  building  closes  at  10:30,  or  so  i’ve  heard.  ❞  

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@chronicparagon​ || cont. 

❖                     the  whole  look  of  surprise,  confusion  &  mild  anxiousness  were  already  long  predicted ─────  reading  this  young  woman  just  like  a  wide  open  book ─────  being  much  too  innocent  &  far  too  naïve  to  least  politely  reject,  which  is  wonderful,  truly.  izaya  thrives  on  social  interactions.  he  yearns  &  hopes  to  get  to  know  all  of  humanity,  unravelling  their  most  filthy  secrets,  wishing  to  play  them  as  if  pawns  in  one  big  game  of  chess.  this  is  exactly  ‘ why ’  he  is  here.  this  is  exactly  ‘ why ‘  he  says  such  unforeseen  things,  teasing,  constantly  suggesting  something  ─────  no  matter  how  seemingly  normal  or  downright  absurd.    ❝  fufu... ~ how  wonderful !   i’d  love  that !   ❞

                it’s  his  job  &  most  favourite  hobby,  after  all.  

❝  i  hope  you  don’t  mind,  ❞    now  promptly  taking  hold  of  the  café  chair,  the  young   informant  pulls  it  back  &  takes  a  seat,  gracefully  crossing  a  leg  over  the  other  just  beneath  their  table,  ❝   name’s  orihara  izaya,  ❞   he  says  with  a  wide,  cheshire  smile,   ❝     &  i’d  love  to  get  to  know  you  too,  miss.... ~ ?   ❞