#farm hand shizuo x farmer reader

[lesinquietes]

Ighhhhhhhh...farmhand shizuo...need it like i need air...no izaya tho hes a city slicker

Lmao no but imagine Izaya heading into the countryside after that last fight he has with Shizuo and just fucking hating it 🤭

Shizuo is more born for county life; especially with that super strength of his. The man belongs on a farm, where he can’t hurt anyone by accident and feel like total shit afterwards. I can see him being insanely gentle with the animals, stroking them, and making sure they’re well fed. Yeah, maybe there’s an incident where he kills a cow or two by mistake, but you know he doesn’t mean it. He really resonates with the bulls. They’re powerful and angry, too. Sometimes, you find him petting them in the evening as they’re drifting off to sleep. You’ve never seen the mighty creatures so calm in the presence of a human.

He regularly works in Tom’s fields, as his farm hand. You’re a farmer who helps Tom out every once in a while, too. That’s how you both meet. The connection isn’t instantaneous, but it certainly develops over time. You’re quite guarded; so is he. When you finally get to bonding, it’s a powerful event of two souls who comprehend the meaning of true pain and suffering crashing into one another, forming the highest tidal wave of emotion you’ve ever felt.

It’s hot in the afternoons, causing you both to take shelter in the barn for a while. Tom doesn’t mind; in fact, he’s more fixated on honking you two up with each other that he doesn’t care if a little work gets neglected — so long as it’s in the name of love. But it’s a slow burn. Shizuo doesn’t know how to talk to others, much less people he finds attractive. Maybe you’ll have to make the first move. Tom hints at this several times in casual conversation. He teases you for spending time with the blonde, and then inquired as to when you’re going to ask him out for a drink. Eventually, you pick up on what he’s suggesting.

You wind up inviting him to the local bar after work one Friday evening. He promptly accepts. You think it’s cute when he clarifies whether or not you want him to arrive as a friend or as your date. His cheeks tint when you wink at him and allude to the latter. Fuck, he’s wanted you for months. He never dreamed you would reciprocate his feelings. It stirs an unfamiliar sensation in his heart. Perhaps it solidifies his attraction to you, for in that moment, he silently vows to keep you for eternity. He can see a future by your side. You two get along like old friends. You’re accepting of his errors and trusting that his heart is in the right place. He’s lucky to have you.

The date is everything you need it to be. You share a few drinks and talk about your personal lives. You share a few things about yourself, as does he. You learn that he has a brother who’s rather famous. He doesn’t disclose a name, though. He learns that you’ve had to be a fighter most of your life. He finds your story endearing. The urge to protect you, so that you’ll never have to fight again, floods his chest with an indescribable amount of joy.

He drives you back to your place after the night comes to a close. You ask him to come in. He declines. He doesn’t want to be tempted to fuck you. The first date is a test to see if the magic is there, with or without sex. Although he wants to indulge in what your beautiful figure has to offer, he must refrain until he’s positive you want to keep seeing him. And you do — of course you do. He’s charming and sweet. You’ve always appreciated his company. The last thing you want is to part ways. It lights his heart ablaze to witness you crave him in a similar manner to which he yearns for you.

When he gets home, he drafts a letter to his brother. It details his first date with you, and how he believes he’s found his future wife.