#Ranpo Edogawa angst

[hyaha-ha-ha]

TW - Implied Character Death

This takes place right after the end of the chapter 114.5 :D

[moomuzan]

— 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖘

requested , you break up with them , angst , chuuya , kunikida , ranpo , dazai x gn! reader , requests are open xoxo

Dim lights suffocated your shared apartment in silence. You sat by the window, staring at the buzzing city that blinked like distant, uncaring stars. Your heart ached in its cage, heavy with the weight of too many broken promises. Too many nights spent waiting, too many lies wrapped in pretty words.

You had told yourself this time would be different. This time, DAZAI would mean it.

When the door creaked open, the faint scent of alcohol drifted in with him. Dazai stood in the doorway, his coat slung carelessly over his shoulder, his hair disheveled. He had that same crooked smile, the one that used to make your heart flutter but now only made it crack a little more.

“Ah, belladonna,” he said softly, shutting the door behind him. “Still awake? You didn’t have to wait for me.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you turned to look at him. He noticed the empty wineglass on the table beside you, the untouched plate of food you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to eat. His smile faltered for just a moment, but he recovered quickly, as he always did.

“I got caught up,” he said lightly, shrugging off his coat and draping it over the back of a chair. “You know how it is. Things happen. Time slips away.”

“Time doesn’t slip away, Osamu,” you said, your voice quiet but sharp. “You let it.”

He stilled, his back to you, his hands tightening on the chair. For a moment, the room was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator, a hollow sound that filled the space between you. Slowly, he turned, his face carefully blank, though you could see the unease flickering behind his eyes.

“I told you I’d change,” he said softly, stepping toward you. “I told you I’d try—”

“You’ve been saying that for months,” you interrupted, standing up from your seat. Your voice broke on the last word, and you hated how small you sounded, how tired. “And what’s changed, Dazai? What’s actually different?”

His hands twitched at his sides, and for once, he didn’t have a clever response. “I’m trying,” he whispered, his voice almost pleading.

With hitching breath you shook your head, tears spilling over despite how hard you tried to keep them in. “Trying isn’t enough anymore,” you said, your voice trembling. “I gave you everything I had, Osamu. I waited for you, believed in you. And all you ever gave me was pieces of yourself—never enough to hold, never enough to feel whole.”

“Belladonna,” he said, his voice breaking, stepping closer as if the sound of your name could mend the fractures spreading between you. “Please. Don’t—”

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered, stepping back from him, your hands trembling as you reached for your bag. “I love you, but loving you feels like drowning. And I don’t want to drown anymore.”

He froze, his face crumbling in a way you had never seen before. The ever-present mask slipped away, leaving behind a raw, aching vulnerability that nearly stopped you in your tracks. “Don’t leave,” he said, his voice cracking, desperate. “I’ll do better. I’ll—”

But you shook your head, your heart shattering even as you turned away. “I’ve heard it all before,” you murmured, your voice barely audible. “And I don’t think you know how to be better, Osamu.”

The door closed behind you, and for a moment, the world outside felt just as suffocating as the apartment you had left. Inside, Dazai sank to the floor, his head in his hands, his chest heaving with the weight of everything he hadn’t said.

For once, there were no words, no excuses, no clever remarks to hide behind. Only the sharp, aching truth: you were gone, and he had only himself to blame.

,

The room smelled faintly of sugar and salt—the remnants of the snacks he had devoured earlier, his wrappers still littering the coffee table. The curtains were drawn, the world outside shut out as always, and RANPO lounged on the couch like he didn’t have a care in the world. You stood by the window, the cool glass pressed to your fingers, staring out at the city lights that stretched endlessly beyond the horizon.

This wasn’t what you had wanted. Not now. Not anymore.

“Ranpo,” you said, softly at first, and then louder when he didn’t respond. “Ranpo, we need to talk.”

He glanced up from the handheld game console in his lap, tilting his head with that casual, almost dismissive smile you had grown to dread. “What about?”

You crossed your arms, trying to steady your voice, trying to ignore the way he was already looking at you like you were overreacting. “About us. About how you keep promising you’ll take this seriously. That you’ll try. But nothing’s changed, has it?”

Sighing dramatically, Ranpo set the console aside. “Oh, come on. Not this again. I told you, didn’t I? I’ll work on it. I just need more time.”

“Time?” you repeated, the word sharp in your mouth. “How much more time, Ranpo? How much longer am I supposed to wait for you to care enough to do something, anything, for us?”

His brow furrowed, his lips curving into a slight pout as if he were offended. “You’re acting like I don’t care,” he said, shrugging. “But I do. I’m here, aren’t I? Doesn’t that count for something?”

You laughed bitterly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Being here isn’t the same as showing up for me, Ranpo. You keep me at arm’s length, always distracted, always playing your games or solving your mysteries like they’re the only things that matter. You keep saying you’ll try, but you never actually do. It’s like I’m begging for scraps, and I can’t do it anymore.”

His expression wavered, his confident mask slipping for just a second before he replaced it with indifference. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. You know how I am. Relationships just… aren’t my thing. I thought you understood that.”

“That’s the problem,” you snapped, the tears spilling over now. “I do understand. I understand that I’ve been waiting for someone who’s never going to meet me halfway. I’ve been fighting for something that’s never going to change.”

Ranpo leaned forward, his voice softening. “You’re overthinking it. You always do. I’m fine with how things are—why can’t you be?”

“Because I’m not fine, Ranpo,” you said, your voice breaking. “I’m exhausted. I love you, but I feel like I’m the only one trying, the only one who wants more than this endless cycle of nothing. And I can’t keep breaking my own heart waiting for you to catch up.”

Grabbing your coat, your chest tightened as you heard him shift on the couch behind you. “Wait,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically low, uncertain. “You’re not serious. You’re not really leaving, are you?”

You hesitated, your hand trembling on the doorknob. “I don’t want to leave,” you whispered. “But you’ve left me no choice.”

The door clicked shut behind you, and the air outside felt sharp, cold, and biting. Inside, Ranpo stared at the spot where you had stood, his hands limp in his lap, his mind racing in ways it never had before.

He had solved countless puzzles, unraveled mysteries no one else could touch, but this—this loss, this empty space where you used to be—was a riddle he couldn’t solve. For once, his brilliance was useless. And for the first time in his life, he felt truly, utterly lost.

,

The faint sound of keys jangling outside the door stirred you from where you sat, curled up on the couch with your arms wrapped around yourself. The clock read 2:37 AM. You didn’t need to look to know it was him. The heavy stomp of boots, the rasp of his breathing—alive, but barely.

As the door swung open, CHUUYA stumbled inside, his coat hanging in tatters, blood splattered across his shirt. He was holding his side, though he tried to hide the wince as he stepped forward.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice low, strained. You didn’t even look at him, staring instead at the cold, untouched tea sitting on the table.

Chuuya froze mid-step, the smirk he’d been ready to give you fading into something softer, something more uncertain. “Babe—”

“You can’t keep doing this, Chuuya.” Your words were barely above a whisper, trembling with all the emotion you couldn’t hold in any longer as you stared at his side as blood spilled to the ground.

He flinched at the sound of your voice, his hand dropping from his side. “I’m fine,” he muttered, stepping closer. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”

“Just a scratch,” you repeated bitterly, your knuckles white as you clenched your fists. “Every time, it’s just a scratch. And one day, it won’t be. One day, someone’s going to walk through that door, but it won’t be you. It’ll be Mori or someone else from the Port Mafia, and they’ll tell me you’re gone.”

Feeling his jaw tighten, he didn’t speak. He couldn’t.

“I’ve waited up every night,” you continued, your voice breaking. “Every single night, wondering if this will be the time you don’t come back. I can’t do it anymore, Chuuya. I can’t keep loving someone who doesn’t love themselves enough to stay alive.”

The red-head moved closer, reaching for you, his gloves sticky with blood. “Don’t do this,” he said, his voice rough, desperate. “I’m here, aren’t I? I came back. I’ll always come back.”

You stood, stepping away from him. He stopped in his tracks, his hands falling to his sides. “And for how long?” you asked, tears streaming down your face. “How many more times do I have to patch you up? How many more times do I have to wonder if the next fight will be your last?”

He stared at you, his chest rising and falling as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the words didn’t come. He didn’t know how to promise you something he couldn’t control.

You grabbed your bag, your heart breaking with every step toward the door. Chuuya reached out again, his fingers brushing against your wrist, but you pulled away. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice so quiet it was almost swallowed by the silence. “But I can’t keep doing this. I won’t.”

The door shut behind you, the sound reverberating through the apartment like a gunshot. Chuuya stood there, frozen, his hand still outstretched.

And then, slowly, he sank to his knees, his head bowing as he pressed his bloody hands to his face. The room felt colder without you in it, the silence deafening. He had faced death countless times, laughed in its face even, but nothing had ever hit him like this.

He sat there for hours, unmoving, his chest aching with a pain he couldn’t fight, couldn’t fix. You were gone. And this time, he couldn’t bring you back.

,

The apartment felt lifeless, weighed down by the hum of the overhead lamp. KUNIKIDA sat at his desk, rigid as always, his pen gliding over the pages of his notebook with the same precision he brought to every corner of his life. The faint scratch of ink against paper was the only sound, filling the chasm where your voice used to belong.

You lingered by the doorway, your shadow stretching into the room, unnoticed. The sight of him—the man who once looked at you as if you were the one constant in his world—cut deeper than any words could. His face was lit by the cold, clinical glow of the desk lamp, sharp lines of exhaustion etched beneath his glasses. You wondered if he even realized how distant he had become, how hollow his promises now sounded.

“Kunikida,” you said, softly at first, the word trembling on your tongue like a final plea.

He didn’t stop writing. “In a minute,” he replied, the words automatic, lifeless.

Your lips parted in a bitter smile. A minute. How many of those had passed? How many hours had you spent as a footnote in his grand designs, the love you’d once shared overshadowed by ideals scribbled in neat columns? “No,” you said, the word firmer this time, cutting through the quiet. “We need to talk.”

The pen paused mid-stroke, his brow furrowing as though your interruption was a disruption in his carefully crafted world. He turned to look at you, his sharp eyes dim with impatience. “Is this really the time for dramatics?”

His words stung more than they should have, but you bit back the tears threatening to rise. Instead, you stepped forward, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I’ve waited for you,” you said, each word heavy with a grief you could no longer swallow. “For months, for years. I’ve waited for you to let me in. To give me even a piece of yourself that isn’t already claimed by this—” you gestured to the notebook, the desk, the rigid structure of his life “—this endless pursuit of perfection.”

Kunikida’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “I’m building something. For us. Don’t you see that? What I’m doing matters. It’s not about—”

“It’s not about me,” you interrupted, your voice breaking. “I know. It never has been. You’ve spent so long chasing your ideals that you’ve forgotten the person standing right in front of you. I’ve begged for scraps, Kunikida. Scraps of your time, your attention, your love. And I can’t do it anymore.”

The air between you seemed to thicken, silence stretching taut like a string on the verge of snapping. His mouth opened, but for once, Kunikida Doppo—so eloquent, so composed—had no words.

“I needed you,” you said, stepping back toward the door. “Not the future you’re building. Not the man you think you’re supposed to be. Just you. And you couldn’t give me that.”

You turned before he could see the tears finally spill over, the door clicking shut behind you.

Kunikida remained frozen, staring at the empty space where you had stood. The notebook lay open before him, a half-finished list of tasks glaring up at him like an accusation. Slowly, his gaze dropped to his hands, ink smudged on his fingers, trembling slightly.

This was supposed to be temporary, he told himself. The long nights, the endless sacrifices—it was all for something greater, something noble. But what good were his ideals now? What use were his plans if they had driven you away?

He closed the notebook with a trembling hand, the echo of the shut cover resounding through the empty apartment. And for the first time, Kunikida felt as though his vision of the future had slipped irreparably from his grasp.

,

The casino lights always felt too bright, too harsh, masking the emptiness that lingered behind them. The man sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped, his head bowed as if the weight of the entire world pressed down on him. His hands twisted nervously in his lap, trembling faintly, though SIGMA tried to still them.

You stood by the window, staring out at the neon glow of the city beyond. The glass reflected your silhouette back at you—a hollow figure, worn down by the same conversation you’d tried to have too many times.

“Do you even hear me, Sigma?” you asked softly, your voice breaking the stillness.

“I do,” he replied immediately, too quickly, his voice thin and fragile. But he didn’t look at you. He never did, not when it mattered most.

You turned, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “Then why?” The word came out sharper than you intended, slicing through the air between you. “Why do you keep pulling away? Why do I feel like I’m the only one trying?”

Sigma flinched, his head sinking lower. “I’m trying,” he muttered, though the words sounded empty even to him. “I am. I just… I don’t know how.”

The confession hung in the air, brittle and raw.

You sighed, the anger slipping into exhaustion, your voice softening. “I don’t need you to be perfect, Sigma. I never did. I just needed you to try. To meet me halfway. But every time I reach for you, it’s like you’re not even there.”

His hands stilled, his fingers curling tightly against his palms. “I want to,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “But I… I don’t know how to be the person you need. I don’t know how to be anything but this.” He gestured vaguely at himself, his expression filled with a quiet despair.

You stepped closer, your chest aching at the sight of him so small, so utterly lost. But it wasn’t enough. Your love wasn’t enough. “I’ve waited, Sigma,” you said, your voice trembling. “I’ve waited so long for you to meet me in this, to choose me the way I’ve chosen you. But I can’t keep waiting for someone who doesn’t even know if they can try.”

The tears pooling in his eyes didn’t fall, but you saw them, glinting faintly in the dim light. He finally looked up at you, his face pale, his lips parted as though he wanted to speak. But nothing came.

“I love you,” you whispered, the words shattering as they left your lips. “But love can’t fix what you won’t even fight for.”

You grabbed your bag, the silence between you suffocating. Sigma didn’t move, didn’t stop you. He only sat there, his hands gripping the edge of the bed, his breath shallow and uneven as the door clicked shut behind you.

And then the stillness consumed him.

Sigma let out a shuddering exhale, burying his face in his hands as the weight of it all crashed down on him. He wanted to chase after you, to say the words he could never seem to find, to promise he could be better. But deep down, he knew the truth.

He had always been too small for this world, and now, he was too small for your love too.

a/n: HERE ML!! it’s not as angst-y as my other works but i added more characters so maybe you’d feel good!! lmk if i did it wrong <3 lowkey in love with kunika’s part

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coworker ranpo knows exactly how you feel about him even though you try your best to hide it from him and the ada

coworker ranpo constantly shows of in front of you, prideful of his intelligence and his newest achievements

coworker ranpo wants your attention all the time.

coworker ranpo who's too lazy to do any paperwork so he spends his time talking to you instead. you need to focus on your work but you can't bring yourself to stop talking to ranpo, especially when he initiates the conversations

coworker ranpo likes bringing you along to his cases so he can show off to you

coworker ranpo who always knows when you've had a bad day, instead of trying to cheer you up with words he'll offer to share his snacks with you. everybody who overheard in the office immediately stopped what they were doing, shocked and in disbelief, when they heard his offer

coworker ranpo who will seriously craves kissing your lips after you've eaten something sweet. that lollipop you were just sucking was one of favourites and he can't find any others in his snack pile, he's sure you'd make it even sweeter.

coworker ranpo rests his head on your shoulder while he sleeps. you don't know if he's really asleep or if it's just a front to not do any paperwork

coworker ranpo misses you when you suddenly don't turn up to work for a couple of days

coworker ranpo who does like teasing you and messing with you, whenever you make mistakes or you don't know something he'll be there but his comments never seem harsh when directed at you.

coworker ranpo who likes getting a reaction out of you every time he stands too close to you or praises you. he likes watching a shiver run down your spine and a bashful smile on your face which you try and hide it by looking away.

coworker ranpo will invite himself to places you're going and tag along. "you're going shopping? let's go now because i need more snacks."

coworker ranpo doesn't seem that bothered when he starts getting your hopes up that feelings might be mutual. that just means you try to find ways to spend even more time with him than usual and he enjoys your company

coworker ranpo thinks you're smart enough to realise they're not mutual and that hope you have is only fleeting

coworker ranpo has a sweet spot for you

coworker ranpo has no intention of changing the current dynamic you share. you're his favourite coworker.

[ay-chuu]

He wondered that if there was a thing he wouldnt do it for you... but even when he was thinking it he realised how his pride is crushed for you. But did it matter he wondered. While you were in another's arms, did his sacrifice matter or did it just made him more pathetic.

Or did it matter when you kissed your's ,truly, in front him; who was also yours... truly...

☆

-> (Bsd) DAZAI, Ranpo, Poe, Chuuya ; (LnD) RAFAYEL, Xavier, Oh lord... Zayne ; (Obey me) SIMEON. SIMEON... Solomon, Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos ; (Twisted wonderland) Malleus, Leona, RIDDLE, Cater ; (BNHA) Amajiki, Shoto, ...Deku ; (Genshin) Scaramouche, Thoma, Kazuha, Zhongli, Neuvilette...

...And the other mans that you 'love'

[drearycrow]

NSFW mdni

Poe slowly thrusts into you as he puts his full body weight on you. The way your cunt takes him so well is driving him insane. It feels like you were meant for him. This is the 5th time this month that Poe asked you to come over. He shouldn't be doing this with his best friend's fiance. He should've stopped months ago when he saw the ring on your finger but he couldn't stop indulging in you. Soft moans and whimpers are echoed into your ear as he thrusts harder. He gently takes your hand and rubs his finger over your engagement ring. "Please call off the engagement with Ranpo and stay with me. I love you my dear." He whispered softly into your ear. Your phone buzzes as another call comes from Ranpo. You reach out to answer it but Poe tosses it to the side. "Stay with me." He repeated over and over again like a chant, thrusting harder and faster into your cunt. You chose to ignore the call once again. Poe bites your shoulder as he fills you to the brim with his seed. You finish shortly after him. Poe snuggles up to you, not wanting to leave your warmth.

Ranpo tosses his phone across the room when his call goes to voice mail. He wasn't an idiot. He knew exactly what you were doing with Poe. He knew from the beginning that you were having an affair with Poe after he introduced you to his best friend. There's nothing but emptiness in his heart knowing about your affair. He sinks down onto the floor and hugs his knees. He buries his head on his knees, weeping softly.

[bee-writes-n-spins]

on the other side of that metaphorical one-way mirror, is a trembling little boy. is a fearful child.

he's so scared. so scared they'll see past the facade he puts on to imitate those around him. so scared they'll see his true self.

that mirror is the only thing about him that shows confidence.

but then he meets you.

you're the only one who can see through as if it's a window. you're the only one who can hold that small child and tell him it's okay.

please.. just tell him it's okay..

RANPO, ango, poe, kokichi, UZUI, giyuu, and any of your falsely confident favorites!

[dragondoodling]

All my Bungou Stray Dog Headcanons, ALL OF THEM

(more to be added)

-T4T skk (masc)

-sskk

-Rampoe

-Oda and Ango were dating 

-Dazai is touch starved

-Chuuya is touch-adverse, Dazai being an exception

-Chuuya loves supplying Dazai with all the touch he craves (just like me fr)

-Chuuya has top surgery, but not on T

-Dazai is on T, but no top surgery 

-Dazai binds with bandages (DON’T DO THIS ITS VERY BAD AND UNHEALTHY)

-Dazai and Chuuya were dating in the mafia and broke up after Dazai left

-They got back together after the truce

-Chuuya was very hurt by Dazai leaving, but they talked it out and Chuuya understands why Dazai left how he did

-Dazai and Chuuya live together

-Chuuya has central heterochromia 

-Chuuya’s corruption marks are always visible, albeit very faint when not active

-Chuuya’s manga hair color is his natural color, occasionally dying it ginger

-Chuuya has intervened and stopped multiple of Dazai’s attempts 

-Dazai does Chuuya’s nails

-Dazai doesn’t self harm (he dislikes pain)

-Dazai actually has abnormally low pain tolerance, but has learned to hide it in the mafia

-Dazai has autism, which is why he struggles with showing his emotions, but trauma (Mori) has led him to believe it’s because he isn’t human

-Dazai has severe medical trauma and outright refuses to enter Yosano’s office/clinic

-Dazai has mistaken Yosano for Mori on particularly bad days

-Dazai is NOT allowed on the roof of the agency without someone else there

-Dazai is blind in his right eye

-This is from @asingleflyingfuck but Dazai has alexithymia

-Within the ADA, Dazai is the closest with Rampo

-Dazai and Rampo play video games together, both enjoying Danganronpa

-Rampo and Poe don’t live together (yet)

-Rampo and Poe are both autistic 

-Rampo is also ADHD

-Rampo is farsighted, which was the original reason Fukuzawa bought the glasses

-Rampo is legally adopted by Fukuzawa (all the minors that join the agency are)

-Poe is blind

-Karl is a seeing eye raccoon that guides him like ratatouille

-Trans masc Akutagawa 

-Akutagawa isn’t on T or have top surgery due to his health issues

-Akutagawa has haphephobia

-Atsushi chuffs (tiger equivalent of purring)

-Atsushi has been legally adopted by Dazai (He doesn’t know)

-Atsushi has schizophrenia

-Kunikida has OCD

-Everyone has some form/amount of PTSD

Posts of headcanons I like:

This is what I was saying about Rampo’s poor eyesight:

[ms-dead-inside]

Do you ever think that Ranpo accidentally lets out, like, major secrets because he genuinely forgets what these less-intelligent life forms can and cannot figure out for themselves?

"Oh, it was so obvious I thought everyone already knew it and was staying silent out of politeness."

"No, we didn't know! And why would we stay quiet over such a matter???"

"I DON'T KNOW HOW MANNERS WORK!"

[freakoont]

In love with your Ranpo fics fr, could I order another Ranpo fic? Maybe something similar to unrequited love again (⁠ʘ⁠ᗩ⁠ʘ⁠’⁠) but this time from his perspective

❝𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❞

︵‿︵‿୨🍪୧‿︵‿︵

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢��𝐠... 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 // 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

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GENDER NETURAL BUT AFAB READER sorry :')

NOT PROOF READ !

REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! check the bottom of this post for information <3

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Ranpo Edogawa, it was hard to describe him... He was definitely special, to you. There was just something about the way he'd happily say your name as he would run up to you with the latest snack he'd find... Or how he'd ramble about his day to you... Or the way he'd call you his favorite assistant.

He definitely knew how to make someone smile... But he also knew how to make someone feel dumb.

It's been... How long since you've known this guy? How long have you been trying to make it obvious that you liked him?

For someone who called themselves the world's greatest detective... He could also be clueless.

How many gifts, snacks and treats, have you left on his desk since you've met him? How much do you have to deal with his cockiness and tease? How long. Have you waited. For him to say. Three simple words?

╰┈➤ ❝I love you❞

Maybe its time you give up. There's no point in trying. He'll just never notice it, huh?

Or maybe he has, but just doesn't care... Maybe he just doesn't see you anymore than just a friend.

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Ranpo stepped into the Agency a few days later, ready to be visited by your great smile and a big hug from you ! He always loved it when you'd give him attention, it was a different kind of attention compared to the other agency members.. similar to that same respect that he had with Fukuzawa.

"(Y/NN) !" He called out to you, noticing how you were at your desk, not jumping to greet to him, like you often did. He didn't suspect anything at first.

You turned to him with a straight look, no smile at all... "Yes?"

"wellllll?" He dragged along, holding his hand out. You were silent for a moment before pulling a small lollipop from your pocket and placing it in his hands. "That's it??" He questioned, disappointed. You often brought him big and new things from different stores and bakeries. Besides, didn't you promise him a surprise a few days ago??

"I don't have anything else on me," you spoke before turning your attention back to your computer, typing away and choosing to end the conversation there.

Ranpo stared at you for a moment, quiet.

He didn't want to question it, so he chose to ignore it and sit down at his desk. 'Maybe you're just feeling down. Or having a mood swing.' he thought to himself while he put his legs up on his desk and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

.

It wouldn't take long for Ranpo to notice a pattern after just a few days. You seemed to be ignoring him more and more. You gave your attention to the work and other members instead of him.

What, him jealous? No..

Why would he be jealous? He's the world's greatest detective ! The thought of love just didn't sit right with him. He was too busy helping dumb little cops with their cases to get into that business ! ...right?

That night, he stared up at his ceiling, not seeming to fall asleep as he thought about your pretty face or how you'd smile at him... Or the way you'd pamper him with more attention then he could ever get compared to all the other agency members combined.

...

...maybe he did miss you, just a little.

...

What felt like forever, only a few weeks, since he's actually hung out with you, he's decided to confront you about this! Obviously there's something upsetting you that he's not knowing about? It's that easy to see!

"(Y/N)." His voice had called out to you as you were ready to enter the Agency building. You turned to see him standing with a frustrated and upset, yet saddened, look on his poor face.

"yes-?"

"why are you ignoring me." He cut you off, not wanting to wait any longer to know the truth.

You were quiet to say the least, but not surprised. ".. whatever do you mean?"

"don't act stupid, (Y/N). I can easily pull out my glasses and use my ultra deduction if I wanted to." He paused with a sigh as he looked up. He had noticed a small leaf fall from the sky, the wind carrying it as it fell on top of your head. He couldn't help but smile a little, but he was still serious about getting an answer. "But I want to hear the reason from you."

"... You tell me, Edogawa." He was a little shocked by you calling him by his surname. That was.. a different approach. Slowly he pulled his glasses out and pushed it up the bridge of his nose, staring at you quietly.

"... y'know, you could've told me all that time, yeah.. I was bound to.. deduce it eventually.."

"..I know." You lied.

"..so why didn't you?"

You were quiet for a moment before pulling that leaf, that fell on your head, out of your hair and holding it in between your fingers. Ranpo didn't like the friction in the air, it oddly felt intense to him. Maybe it was just the awkwardness between you too... But he didn't understand why it had to be like this. "...I don't know."

"no, you do know."

"..I guess," you paused and sighed, letting the leaf fall to the ground. "So what now?"

"..is it too late to say I love you..?" He spoke under his breath, the smallest tint of blush on his pretty face.

"..yeah."

"..you've lost those feelings, huh?" You nodded your head while awkwardly smiling at the ground, your hands were held tightly together. "..sorry. I was an idiot."

"let's just stay friends..."

"..ah, of course."

It hurts to be the greatest yet feel the worst.

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[oyostol]

No dad pt. 2

[rosalinesurvived]

Fukuzawa's so fucking funny to me i cant even. He's insane. Raised up in a state sanctioned military school. Raised to master several martial arts styles and taught to master a sword since he was a kid. Didn’t go to war because he hated the army hierarchy. Stopped being a government’s catspaw because he realised liked killing people too much and Thats A Bit Fucked Up. Mind you, not that he was killing people, that he liked it. He can get so angry that people stop their cars on the road mid-movement on the road in horror at his rage. He's a freak magnet. He meets Ranpo and thinks of 50 different ways of killing him. His act of helping a 14 year old with no job, no home and no parents is to offer him assistance as a bodyguard. Free for once. He's insane. He then builds up an entire agency of gifted people and gets into several wars to assist this kid. He killed the Minister of Justice’s father. This is never addressed beyond the guy framing the Agency for mass murder (including his own). He likes cats. His main shipping partners are the maybe-pedophile main villan of the thing they're directly enemies with and also his also-main enemy ex-bff military dude with a time travelling stabby stick who kills his not-grandkids. His childhood friend of thirteen years started to hate him because Fukuzawa refused to fight a full on fucking military war with him. After refusing to fight a war he decided to skip a step and just become an assassin. He thinks you should’nt critisice other people’s food choices. He steals all of his other ex-husband’s kids in their divorce battles. He wears a haori, yukata, tabi and zori plus is a trained swordsman in modern day japan. His afformentioned ex-bff wants to make him into the leader of the world because he thinks Fukuzawa’s an uncorruptable person. Fukuzawa liked murdering people.

[hyaha-ha-ha]

Ranpoe angst ranpoe angst yeayyy !!! ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

This is supposed to take place during Ranpo's first visit of Poe's manor

[yurgemini]

Dudeeee :( the light novel did Ranpo's meltdown wayyy better than the anime did, but it's still so heartbreaking 💔 Quick sketch before I'm inevitably forced to sleep at 3 am lol

[iovetecchou]

bittersweet / ranpo edogawa

prompt... "Don't raise your voice at me."

contains...! angst, breakups, slight comfort, making ranpo cry... sorry...

GN Reader.

1,000 words.

“Ranpo?”

Nothing, not even a glance your way.

“Ranpo!”

Silence once more. The only sound that filled the room was the noises emitting from his handheld game.

“How long are you going to ignore me?”

No semblance that your words were even getting through to him. Ranpo could be so frustrating at times like this. You understood that he was hung up on a case. But, each time he hit a roadblock like this… he would shut down.

You’ve been with him long enough to know what made him tick. The only problem was… your patience was wearing thin. You understood that everyone needs their time and space. But… Ranpo would neglect you and your relationship an immeasurable amount of times.

You were starting to feel like you came in dead last on his list of priorities. How many more times would you be able to put on a mask of contentment? Pretending that his lack of concern for you didn’t affect you in any way?

“You know what, I’m not dealing with this right now. I’ll crash at Yosano’s place tonight.”

Still nothing. As if you were talking to the void. You swallowed a lump that had formed in your throat from holding back your tears. You felt pathetic. Getting emotional from being overlooked like this. But… being disregarded by the one you love most hurt worse than any physical torment you’ve ever been put through.

You hurriedly packed all your belongings that you would need for your overnight stay. Blinking back tears and scoring your bottom lip with your teeth; in an attempt to silence your cries. Ranpo heard your soft weeping. Finally breaking out of his trance.

He turned in your direction from where he sat on the sofa. Taking in your disheveled form as you hastily threw on your coat. Slinging your duffle over one of your shoulders. And making your way to the front door. Ranpo quickly shot up off the couch. Catching up with you before you could slip out the door.

“Wait, y/n. Don’t go.”

Frustration coursed through your whole body. Your back was facing him as your hand clutched the doorknob fiercely. You could feel his presence looming behind you as the unsettling silence sunk in once more tonight.

“Don’t go? It took me almost leaving for you to finally care?”

You hiccuped out. Turning on your heel, finally coming face to face with a seemingly puzzled Ranpo. “What are you saying? I’ve cared this whole time. I was just…”

You scoffed. He couldn’t even give you a proper explanation? “Just… what, Ranpo? Just too invested in that damn video game to give your partner the time of day?” His eyes shot open at your words. Emerald orbs were now boring into your own.

“It’s not like that, and you know it. I just needed some time to think. This case it’s-“

“I don’t want to hear this excuse for the millionth time, Ranpo!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me.”

Ranpo flinched, taking a step away from you. The second your words left your lips, you regretted it. You didn’t mean to explode the way you did. The last thing you wanted was to startle him, no matter how frustrated you were in the moment.

“Ranpo I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-.”

You reached out for Ranpo. He tensed for a split second, which you noticed. Your regret was eating away at you. You cautiously reached for his hand. Grasping it within your own before you spoke up once more.

“Ranpo… I’m really sorry for shouting at you, I am. But… I still don’t feel right about all of… this.” His head snapped back up in your direction. Eyes locking with your own. You noticed tears began to pool at Ranpo’s lash line.

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?”

His voice was barely audible as the tears spilled freely. Rolling down his reddened cheeks. It hurt you to see him distraught like this because of your actions. But you had to do what was best for you.

You knew things weren’t going to change. You’ve brought up your concerns to Ranpo countless times. Yet nothing ever seemed to alter. Always false hope and empty promises. He wasn’t ready for something committed like this; but you were.

“I’m sorry�� but… I think we just need different things at the moment. You may want to be with me, Ranpo… but it's not what's best for either of us right now. I feel like we hold each other back…”

Your words hit deep. Ranpo felt like he had been stabbed through the chest with the way his heart ached. It hurt more than anything because he knew what you were saying was nothing but the truth.

Ranpo knew he struggled to meet your needs and make time for you. He knew it. But that didn’t mean he was ready to let go. He wasn’t ready to lose you. Not now… not like this.

“Please… don’t go… I still love you.”

He grasped onto your hand tightly. Ranpo knew that if he loosened his grip… he would be letting go of you and your relationship for good. You took in a shaky breath, bringing your free hand up to wipe away the onslaught of tears that continued to roll down his face.

“I know… baby, I still love you too. But I have to do this. For both of us.”

With that, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips. For the very last time. Pouring all of the love you had left for him into it. Ranpo sobbed against your lips. His faint whimpers tore your heart in two.

As you pulled away, his grasp on your hand finally loosened. As much as he hated to do so, Ranpo knew he had to let go. You couldn’t bare to see him so distraught any longer. You quickly turned on your heel, swinging the door wide open and leaving without another word.

[littencloud9]

on road trips, new beginnings, and dazai discovering what it means to have a family

🦐 gen, 2.1k. featuring bad music, a chaotic snack shopping trip, and fukuzawa being the Dad™️

🦐 written for @starrynightarchive :) happy birthday vi!!

[little--skull]

*bernadette starts to play* omg this is my first full render illustration in over a year, I'm very proud of myself ❤️ I hope you guys like a bit of ranpoe angst