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Reno Xreader Chapter 9 Anger. “WOULD YOU TWO STOP IT!?” You shouted making Reno and your father freeze in their places. They have been arguing and bickering for the past week now and you have had enough… “I’m going to work now! Reno you should leave soon too, Rude will be waiting, and dad, just stay out of trouble ok?” You said with a wave as you left the house not looking back and hoping not to hear any protesting from either of them. You dad nudged Reno. “It would be ‘RUDE’ of you to keep your partner waiting.” And then he busted out laughing at his own stupid. “Origina

 Yet another gift. It was frustrating. Someone was watching him, but he didn’t know who. Kuroo said for him to calm down, as they were clearly fond of him, but he couldn’t help it. These gifts were left for him everywhere. In his locker, on his desk, even on his doorstep. They were simple things at first, a good luck charm, a ring, a bag of homemade cookies, but they soon escalated into things like games that he’d been eyeing or a treat he might have mentioned he’d been craving that day. Whoever the serial gifter was, was watching Kenma very closely. They also managed to get out of sight just in the nick of time ev

The sounds of paper shuffling and the scratching of the pen could be heard. You sighed, the director had given you paperwork. God, you hate paperwork. Putting a stack of paper aside, you were almost finished with the stacks. Almost. He just had to show up at the worst moment. The curly haired man flopped onto the couch with a loud sigh, as if he was hinting at something. You figured it was about some double suicide he seemed to be talking about these days. Turning your attention away from him, you began to complete the paperwork until he decided to hum as loudly as he can with his headphones on. It was probably just some way to make you an

 dazai osamu x f!reader. warning: it's dazai, so there are light mentions of suicide/committing suicide. it's nothing explicit though, so it's nothing to stress about. “What about a Social Worker? Ah, wait, no – that’s not right… Maybe a Statistician? Oh! How about a Paralegal?” Atsushi looks at Dazai with hopeful, gleaming, ruby eyes. Did he finally get it right? After weeks of inconsistent guessing, did he finally manage to guess Dazai’s previous occupation? You gaze your eyes towards your other colleague, quietly observing his actions from afar, before he stands up on his feet with that whimsical smil

Racing down the dark hallway, your footsteps barely made a sound after years of training in stealth and deception. Only the moon seemed to acknowledge your presence, casting your shadow on the wall every time you passed a window. Contrasting the stillness of the night, your mind raced with questions and confusion. 'What have you done, idiot lover of mine?' As one of the Port Mafia's most deadly female members, you were often sent out of town to handle "business" that could only be entrusted to the best. Whenever you returned from a job, you always looked forward to the goofy smile and sloppy kiss your boyfriend, Dazai Osamu, would greet you