Sometimes I think about that post where someone assigned Shizaya fanfic quotes to the zodiac signs and the quote for my zodiac sign was from my own fanfic

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Sometimes I think about that post where someone assigned Shizaya fanfic quotes to the zodiac signs and the quote for my zodiac sign was from my own fanfic
Hello! I've read some of your stories and fan fictions and I think your'e very talented ^o^ Do you still have an interest in writing?
I do! I’ve been trying to work on my fics, but I’ve had a lot of trouble with all three of them. I just can’t seem to write a new chapter that I’m actually satisfied with,
Second Chances are Stronger than Secrets
It takes a lot to be the bigger person, especially when it involves having to actually talk to your most hated enemy. Unfortunately, sometimes you just have to suck it up and do it anyway.
Chapter Fourteen: The Fox and the Hound now up on Ao3 and ff.net
[There's a rumor that you were seen leaving Russia Sushi with Izaya. It's not true is it?]
Shizuo lets out a heavy sigh. He's had a shit day; he hasn't seen or heard from Izaya since their more-than-a-little unexpected rendevouz, but instead of feeling relieved he was actually starting to get worried. His bad feeling had only gotten worse, growing and growing until it was distracting enough that he'd actually managed to fail at his job and allow the debtor to escape without a scratch. He'd run into Celty on his way home, who'd immediately noticed his bad mood and asked if he wanted to talk for a bit. He'd said yes, but now... "...yeah. It's true."
[If that's a joke, it's not very funny.]
"Why the hell would I joke about something like that?"
[I don't know. That's why I asked.]
"Well, it's not a joke. It's the truth. We even talked... a little." He clears his throat, hoping to god that he doesn't look as guilty as he feels.
If he does, Celty doesn't seem to notice. She simply tilts her "head," her curiosity more than a little piqued. The news is hard to believe, but Shizuo is probably the most honest person she knows... so if he says that he and the informant had talked, then that's what must have happened. Still... [Really?]
"Really."
[Really really?]
"Really really."
[Really really really?]
"Really really really. I saw him in Russia Sushi and decided to just walk right in and sit down next to him." He grins when he remembers the shocked look Izaya had had on his face. "Bought him a drink, too."
A surprised shadow puffs out of Celty's throat. [How did that go?!]
"That's... it's..."
[It's...?]
Second Chances are Stronger than Secrets
It takes a lot to be the bigger person, especially when it involves having to actually talk to your most hated enemy. Unfortunately, sometimes you just have to suck it up and do it anyway.
Chapter Twelve: Fear now up on Ao3 and ff.net
Author's Notes: Soooooo..... I really really really love writing dreams. I also really really really love writing horror. I also really really reaaaaaaaaaally love combining these two things together into nightmares that would put Freddy Krueger to shame (or so I like to think, lol.)
I know I already mentioned that the chapters would start getting darker, but I still want to give another heads up. I have a pretty vivid imagination and a lot of issues to try and work through, so when I write things like this I tend to get really descriptive. No pulling punches, you know? So there's a few warnings I'd like to put out there. They include: major internalized homophobia and sexism, homophobic terminology, horror, blood (lots of blood), death, decay, emetophobia, disturbing elements, nightmare fuel, etcetera etcetera. Basically, it's all kinds of fucked up and I want y'all to be aware of that so you don't get unexpectedly triggered.
Second Chances are Stronger than Secrets
It takes a lot to be the bigger person, especially when it involves having to actually talk to your most hated enemy. Unfortunately, sometimes you just have to suck it up and do it anyway.
Chapter Ten: The Morning After (Part 1) now up on Ao3 and ff.net
Author's Notes: This chapter is short because I had planned on it being part of a bigger chapter, but I felt bad for keeping you all waiting so I figured I'd upload what I have. I do hope this chapter isn't too angsty or anti-climactic...
Trigger Warnings: internalized homophobia/misogyny, gendered slurs, self-loathing, mention of bodily fluids, vulgar language.
Izaya's eyes blink open to the sound of birds chirping and his stomach rumbling. The storm must have ended at some point during the night; no clouds stopped the early morning sunlight from peeking through the curtained windows, and that plus the warmer weather made everything feel so peaceful and serene that Izaya was having trouble convincing himself not to just close his eyes and go back to sleep.
It wasn't until he remembered where he was that he was actually able to succeed.
Oh no, oh no no no no no...
The events of last night come rushing back with a startlingly vivid clarity, from the confrontation at Russia Sushi to the moment his eyes closed and he passed out from exhaustion. He wished he could just brush it all off as a dream, but he couldn't; the proof of his bad life choices was snoring only inches away, completely naked and covered in scratches and crescent marks where his nails had dug desperately into his flesh.
Second Chances are Stronger Than Secrets (a Shizaya fanfiction)
It takes a lot to be the bigger person, especially when it involves having to actually talk to your most hated enemy. Unfortunately, sometimes you just have to suck it up and do it anyway.
List of chapters (last updated on 1/4/2016)
Chapter One: The Catalyst - Ao3 // FF.net
Chapter Two: Metaphorically Speaking - Ao3 // FF.net
Chapter Three: It’s a Crisis - Ao3 // FF.net
Chapter Four: Curiouser and Curiouser - Ao3 // FF.net
Second Chances are Stronger than Secrets
It takes a lot to be the bigger person, especially when it involves having to actually talk to your most hated enemy. Unfortunately, sometimes you just have to suck it up and do it anyway.
Read Chapter Four: Curiouser and Curiouser at: Ao3 // ff.net
If there was one place in Ikebukuro where Izaya was safe from Shizuo's rampages, it was definitely Russia Sushi. It had been an unspoken neutral ground since high school; Simon wasn't a big fan of their fights, and he was strong and capable enough that neither of them particularly wanted to get on his bad side. Because of that, they usually avoided the establishment if they thought there was even a small chance the other might be there... which was exactly why he felt it was the best place to wait out the storm without having to worry about running into a certain blonde bodyguard.
It was also why, when the door to the restaurant swung open, he was not expecting said bodyguard to walk right in and sit down next to him.
Izaya wasn't the only one caught off-guard. Several patrons that had already ordered decided that they were no longer hungry and that home seemed like a much better idea, and the ones that didn't were pressed back against the walls like they were expecting a firefight (which, knowing the two's track record, wasn't really that far-fetched.) Even he was tense, his fingers twitching for the knife that was hidden in his jacket.
"What are you doing?" The question comes out in a hiss, betraying both his confusion and suspicion. The fact that Shizuo hadn't even tried to attack him was making him more than a little uncomfortable-- this wasn't how this was supposed to go. This wasn't how Shizuo was supposed to act. He was supposed to yell and scream and rip things out of the ground to try and hit him with, not... this. This was wrong.
Second Chances are Stronger than Secrets
It takes a lot to be the bigger person, especially when it involves having to actually talk to your most hated enemy. Unfortunately, sometimes you just have to suck it up and do it anyway.
Read Chapter Three: It’s a Crisis at: Ao3 // ff.net
"Come on, damn it-- work!" Shizuo hisses at his lighter, trying (and failing) to get the flame to ignite for what seemed like the thousandth time. It had been breezy at most when he left Shinra's apartment, but it had started sprinkling since then and the wind had picked up considerably. The frustrated smoker was having a hard time.
He'd been wandering the streets for the better part of an hour, too caught up in his thoughts to really pay attention (or care) about where he was going. His argument with Shinra had knocked him off-kilter; he had enough trouble keeping the flea out of his head on a good day, and the sudden swarm of thoughts and emotions the earlier conversation had evoked wasn't making it any easier.
Shinra, if you knew the kind of things I've thought about doing to that parasite...
Memories of old dreams and suppressed desires dance around in his head, reminding him of all the things he wished he could forget; that he wasn't as innocent as he'd like to think, that Izaya wasn't as evil as he'd like to think, and that all he was doing by pretending otherwise was delaying the inevitable. They couldn't go on like this forever. Sooner or later, something was going to change-- and not necessarily for the better. He knew that. He really did.
He just didn't want to admit it.