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causekarmaismyboyfriend · 2 years ago

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Annoying Boy pt.2

PT.1 HERE

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Fem!14yr!Reader x 14yr!Ranpo

Summary: Your father, Fukuzawa, brings home Ranpo and you're left to deal with him. His 'special ability' reveals some cracks in the story your father has always told you regarding your mother's death.

Warnings: Mention of a mother's death, yelling, Fukuzawa somewhat neglecting reader's feelings. Not proofread.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out I've had back to back shift in all that I had to close. ALSO I was planning on ending this in just two parts and I started writing this part three days ago, but stopped cause it felt too rushed to fit the entire ending into just this part, so I will make a part three too. I didn't even have a full ending planned out cause I didn't expect people to like it lol (lmk in the comments if you'd like to be tagged in part 3) :)

The three sat around the small dining table eating dinner in silence. Fukuzawa had found a folding chair in the hall closet. Ranpo had taken one of the regular chairs which left Y/n to sit in the folding chair much to her annoyance.

The three had finished dinner and Y/n and Fukuzawa begun gathering the dishes when Ranpo broke the silence.

"Do you guys have any desserts or anything sweet?" He whined placing his chin in his palm as Y/n rolled her eyes and took the dishes from Fukuzawa and placed them in the sink.

Fukuzawa thought for a moment. "Y/n has some in her room that I'm sure of," he turned to Y/n who was busy washing dishes. "When your finished give Ranpo one of those snacks in your room, please?"

Ranpo was playing with some peeling paint on the edge of the table when yelling broke out in the kitchen.

"He just got here, like, an hour ago!" Y/n said turning the sink off leaving the remaining dishes soaking in warm water. "I'm not giving him my stuff!"

Fukuzawa rubbed his temple not understanding why everything had been such a problem with his daughter today. "Y/n - I don't understand what the problem is, just give him one, please." He repeated his tone more stern.

Y/n stared at her father, tears building up along her lash line in frustration that her father just couldn't understand. Of course she understood him taking Ranpo in but she just didn't understand why she had to be the one to deal with him.

Y/n stormed out of the kitchen mumbling under her breath has she went back to her room, she passed by Ranpo and gave him a glare before she disappeared down the hall after a few seconds they heard the door slam.

Of course Ranpo knew why she was upset, he knew everything after all! She felt neglected and unheard by her father, but he just didn't understand why. It didn't seem like such a big deal.

Fukuzawa sighed and looked to Ranpo. "Give it some time before you go back in there." Fukuzawa left into his own room leaving Ranpo to his own devices.

Ranpo laid on the couch as he flicked through different channels before he eventually got bored and decided to go back to the room. He swung the door open, not bothering to knock.

Y/n was sitting on her loft with her headphones covering her ears, music so loud he can hear from his place on the floor. She looked at him when he entered but didn't say anything. Ignoring her and not bothering to close the door he makes his way to his bed. On the bed was a red box of pocky sticks, and in the bottom left corner was a stack of folded blankets and sheets with a pillow on top.

Ranpo sat on the bed and opened the box of sweets, he pulled stick after stick savoring the taste as he ate the entire box. He threw the now empty box into a nearby trashcan and took the pillow from the stack, sitting it at the top of the bed and laying down, not bothering to grab one of the blankets.

He lays on his back starring at the ceiling for a few moments listening to Y/n as she shifts around every once in a while with her music blasting through her headphones. Eventually the music stops.

"Ranpo?" She asks breaking the silence. Ranpo sighs in response not really caring for what she had to say. "Were you serious earlier? About my mom?"

"Mhm."

Y/n rolls her eyes. "How are you so sure?"

Ranpo sighs again, annoyed that she would even question he's intelligence. "Your dad keeps a diary dated all the way to your mother's death stuffed somewhere in his closet." He responses pulling a blanket from the stack and covering himself, too lazy to put the sheet on the bed. "Go read that instead and stop bothering me."

Y/n rubs at her temple and looks away from Ranpo for a moment. "Sure, but how are you-" She stops mid sentence when she's interrupted by the sound of snores. Y/n's eyebrow twitches when she looks back at the now sleeping boy.

Y/n sets her phone and headphones to the side before flicking off the lights and getting comfortable under her covers. "Thanks, I guess."

Taglist: @forgotten-blues @bejeweledgirl

#ranpo my beloved #ranpo edogawa #bungou stray dogs ranpo #bungou stray dogs #cause karma is my boyfriend #bsd #ranpo x reader #fem reader #x female reader

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plsdonttakemyname · 2 years ago

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Hi! Love you writing style<33

Can I get a Ranpo/Ango fluff hc on Rainy days?

QwQ or anything honestly

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A/n; Hi anon! tysm <3 I'm glad that you like my writing style ! I appreciate it alot :D Ango might be ooc since I don't really know his personality that well </3 but I hope you like this (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

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Genre; Fluff Hcs (And scenarios?..)

Warnings; none

Caracters; Ango Sakaguchi, Ranpo Edogawa

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Ango Sakaguchi

You have to DRAG him out of the pool of work he's drowning in in order to with cuddle him.

It was a rainy day and you suddenly came up with an idea to cuddle with your lovely boyfriend to warm up a bit.

After alot of begging for your boyfriend to get off work since it's almost past 12pm, he finally gave in after you gave your best puppy eyes.

You being you forgot to bring an umbrella but lucky for you Ango had 2 just Incase something like this happened :D

After getting home , you both took a warm bath and got changed.Heading To bed to cuddle.

The room is filled with silence as rain pattered against the windows. Long enough you and him fell asleep in each other's arm <3

Sorry if Ango one's is really short I really don't have any ideas for him and I don't really know his personality </3

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Ranpo Edogawa

It was 10:56pm. You were going to finish your reports by 11pm and head home with your boyfriend.

The Agency was quiet. Mainly because Kunikida , Atsushi ,Kyouka and Yosano is on a mission, Dazai skipping work again, andddd Ranpo.. sitting on his desk with a lollipop in his mouth while his eyes are glued to the phone screen.

He was getting impatient to wait until you're done with work.

It was pouring outside, luckily you both though, there is 2 extra umbrella in the office.

After a long and chaotic walk with Ranpo...both of you somehow. Somehow still got wet.

After getting home, Warm baths makes the both of you really sleepy so you both got dressed in your matching onesies and fell asleep while cuddling each other.

After whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear you both fell asleep<3.

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Sorry if there's a grammar mistakes I wrote this at 3am so there might be alot of mistakes.

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sad-emo-dip-dye · 1 year ago

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BSD Winter: Day 22

#ranpo my beloved #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd mayoi #ranpo edogawa

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ddostoyevskyy · 2 years ago

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❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍❞ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈: A Pay for Kindness!

Edogawa Ranpo

𝐖𝐀𝐑��𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... Mentions of abuse, sexual assault, double meaning words/sentences.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 2.04K

SERIES MASTERLIST

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄, 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈 𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐕, 𝐕

Cough. They really do love mentioning my name, huh? I guess, it can't be helped if they always need someone like me.

Fishing his hands on his pocket as he roamed through the streets, wandering around the city alone - it was his first time to be travelling without anyone nor the white haired boy whose tagging alongside him. Although, he found it quite nauseu to have someone around when he can go out alone (he actually can't), he's not used to it (though, he won't admit). It was unusual for this city to be awfully peaceful, yet it's also too depressing to have it destroyed once, yet again. Crime will never stop nor it will fall asleep - it keeps going and that what keeps him going too.

The ironic thing about people with abilities are not being able to use their abilities in a right way - they choose to use their gifted abilities to cause ruckus and to hide the truth. But, no truth are hidden when it comes to him - he always knew the truth; Ranpo Edogawa is never wrong. The power of his knowledge to identify ones being like he's reading a book and the story are the plot of their life from their birth and crimes. Although, what he lacks is emotion. Reading a book that catches ones attention also captures their emotional mentality, making them feel every words written as they reflecting through the characters.

Ranpo never enjoy reading a book like how he enjoy reading someone's life without privacy. He's using his own advantages to accelerate in life - although, he guessed, he did too much - now, he have grown up too fast, too curious, and a coward to realized something he should've had.

Not all people are like you! Leave me alone! A voice of a little girl snapped him out of his own little world, the walls he created away from the reality and how people are not like him - crashed down as he started to see how the world works now, little by little as he stared at the people around him - looking so clueless and acting naìve. You're still a child, so am I. We should enjoy life to the fullest. Said the little girl on his head again. Although, she, whose a child like him before had no time to enjoy her childhood like he is.

He had grown up a little too fast and faced the reality a little too slow.

"Hah, so bored." He murmured, already feeling the vibration of his phone on his pocket as he continue to ignore the calls of his co-members. Kunikida must be fuming right now, but what can he do? I'm his senior.

"Oh? Saccho..." Ranpo's voice faltered as he witnessed the scene fold in front of him. He didn't expect to came across the President running his own errands - with a seemingly young woman besides him.

"...Who could that be?" He watch the President's mouth move as he talks, analyzing his expression and the wave of nostalgia on his aura. It was unusual for the President to smile, yet there's a small curve of expression plastered on his lips.

He frowned, nevertheless, he walk towards their direction as his eyes catches the up-front well-built building, scanning through the letters written in bold glass - the fine establishment were shining under the sun, reflecting in a shades of grey. He halts for a moment.

The Department of Justice, huh? He never thought he will capture the moment of the President talking to an authority - it was rare, seeing him even dressed well in a complete suit, looking ravishing and younger than his actual age. Fukuzawa finally noticed him, finally, as his grey eyes falter on the sight of his subordinate lurking around the street - alone.

"Ranpo," He acknowledged his presence, as the woman in the black coat turn her head, Ranpo's emerald eyes were on sight, staring at the young woman who looks back at him - a wave of nostalgia had hit him once in for a while.

"It's rare to see you alone in the streets. Ah, should I still introduce the both of you to each other?" Fukuzawa's question made Ranpo's eyes twitched as the young woman look away, a sudden intense atmosphere had been created.

This doesn't feel right. You thought, eyeing the way the man in front of you shifts uncomfortably. You watched how his hand balls into fist and loosened, the discomfort reaching through to tap on his shoes on the floor as you sighed.

Your eyes follow his form, noticing how he didn't change as much as before - yet, his body became lean and his face became more mature, the way his face fall in a stern expression were masculine, the lost emerald eyes you've seen before disappeared, replaced with a confident and more refined expression. And, the way he look at you were unreadable. It looks like you'll be eaten alive, yet you're quite relieved that there's no hatred plastered on his expression. It's been almost thirteen years after you've last seen him and honestly, you will surely understand if he ever planted any hatred for you after what happened.

"(Name)," Fukuzawa muttered your first name, as Ranpo's eyes flickered through your form. "She's a very reputable attorney now."

I can't believe this. Is this really... (Name)? His eyes scanned your face, although with your hair tied up in a low ponytail with a few strands framing your face - any people would look like a mess in this kind of hairstyle, but, you, you still look good - despite, the darkening bags under your eyes as a result of your sleepless nights, it was never a hinder to hide your beauty; followed by a touch of light makeup to highlight your beauty (well, you've still managed to put makeup on, atleast to look presentable). He noticed the cup of coffee on your hand, maybe, the sixth one for today. The black coat you're wearing were buttoned-up from your waist as he noticed you were clad in a suit under the coat.

You look... very professional and elegant as you bowed your head for acknowledgedment and he lowered his head back of respect.

"It's nice to see you again, (Name)." That's the only thing he has the courage to say as you held a small smile. It's nice to see them again, that's not a lie. But, after a long time without communication, you've became wary. The earlier interaction with Fukuzawa were stressful and now that you've bumped with Ranpo Edogawa were stressing you further.

"Yes, of course, Ranpo." His name slips on your lips like a honeyed butter, laced with a certain emotion that has him clearing his throat at the sudden realization.

"Well, it seems like you're still familiar with each other, I'm glad. (Name), if you're not so busy, would you mind another cup of coffee with us? I know a place that serves a good one." Fukuzawa uttered, breaking the tension in the air as you glance at your table, tapping on the screen as you checked on your schedule for today. Well, today seems like a mix of luck and misfortune; you have the time in your life for today, and you're gonna spend it with your past acquaintances.

"Well, I am definitely free for today. Just give me the directions and I'll drive us there," You waved the car keys through the air as you point the car parked inside the open area of the building's parking lot, "Care to join us, Ranpo?"

"I've never thought you will really pursue law, (Name)." Ranpo's voice erupted, breaking the nerve-wracking silence after Fukuzawa left the two of you on the table for a sudden call. The car ride were quiet, and even after you've arrived at the café which was also owned by the Armed Detective Agency, it was awfully quiet and you were quite thankful for him as he finally tried to make conversation.

"I really never did imagined too. I thought, I am all talk before because, it was a really tough journey. I accelerate a few grades when I took an exam and luckily, I managed to passed." You answered, sipping on the coffee. It surprisingly taste good as you silently beamed at the taste - oh, you were really going back here again.

"You're a very smart girl - oh, a woman now, I supposed," Ranpo replied, a grin plastered on his face, "It is no wonder you made your own wish came true."

"Well, what about you, then? You seemed very well-known to the police officers too. I've been hearing your name a lot after I've arrived in Japan." You shifted the attention away from you and he noticed how you easily managed to do that - no wonder.

"Oh, you were in abroad?"

You nodded, "Yes."

"Well, it's no help when they'll always need me everytime a murder case are discovered. The gullibility of the people is making m-"

"Ranpo, what do we think about the people whose intelligence are not like you, hm?"

He halted, eyes widening as he stared at you in bewilderedment - his hands were tightly grasping until he could feel his nails on his skin. The same girl with the exact words he heard thirteen years ago. You seemed to be aware of your impact to the man, seeing as how he became agitated and you quite panicked, alarmed at how his expression contorted.

"I, uh, I apologize -"

"Ranpo!" A sudden unfamiliar voice interrupt as your head whipped on the direction, staring at the new faces like a deer caught in a red light as you managed to catch your composure, chugging on the cup of coffee until it's empty as you wipe your lips with the napkin on the table.

"We've been searching for you. Why aren't you answering my calls?" A young man, with lean and tall body with glasses appeared in front of you - he's quite familiar, yet you couldn't pinpoint the exact information where you've seen him. The other much younger looking boy behind him, a white-haired with black streaks tips on the end of his.... unusual bangs were looking at you curiously, yet he appeared to be a little intimidated when he noticed your stares, although he gave you an awkward smile which you returned with raising your eyebrows in acknowledgement.

The man-tiger. You've seen him through the newspapers and he often appears on the television after The Guild's downfall. He looks strange, yet appalling in person - he's pale and the rareness of his heterochromia eyes... it's definitely a disease. You continue to eye the two of them until the blonde finally notices your presence - he might have forgotten I am here. The said man gave Ranpo a good scolding before turning his attention to you.

He cleared his throat, "And, mind introducing this lady to us?" He put a hand on his hip.

"(Last Name), (Name) or you can call her Attorney (Last Name)," Ranpo replied as you nod your head towards their direction, "(Name), this is Kunikida Doppo and Nakajima Atsushi. Both of them are part of the Agency."

Kunikida, as Ranpo introduced, extended his arm as you accepted his greetings, you turn to Atsushi to greet him too, awkwardly shooking your hand with a nervous smile.

"For a second, I thought Ranpo finally found a woman he could take on a date," Kunikida sighed, "Nice to meet you, Attorney. I've heard a lot about you."

Your eyebrow perked up, glancing at Ranpo who has his eyebrow raised on your direction too as you shifted your attention to Kunikida again.

"Well, I do hope Ranpo is not talking rather, oddly stories about me." You heard an audible grumble of disapproval from the dark-haired male as Kunikida shook his head.

"No. What I meant was I've heard how much of a great lawyer you are. You're quite the talk of the town after you've arrived here," He confirmed as you nod your head. "Especially, to the police officers."

"Thank you. Though, I didn't realized how much of an impact I made." You replied. You never really like to be praised, nor to be recognized to the public, you never really appeared on news. As much as possible, you want to keep your profile anonymous to keep yourself safe and your future clients. That way, no one can harm you or the victims. Still, the name, (Last Name), (Name) will still be recognized, at the end of the day.

"Well, (Name). Since, we already saw each other again, how about, we make some deal?" Ranpo spoke so suddenly, catching your attention. The audacity - hah. Although, he did help me in the lowest point of my life, as long as it's not something that will ruin my values in life, I guess.

"What is it, then?" You answered.

"Accompany us through your stay here in the city and I'll make sure the Agency will keep you safe, because I know how much of a danger you get yourself into." He replied, eyeing you directly with such a glint in his eyes. He could sense the wariness and doubt in you -something's never really had changed - you still love to wear your heart in your sleeve. He can read right through you.

"As long as it's never against the law. Because I know, too, how dirty the Agency can get and it's against my principles. Only this way I could repay your kindness." You let out a deep sigh, staring straight at him like the other two men didn't exist. You've examined his facade again.

Something's never really had changed - Ranpo still love to stare at you with those rich green eyes as you clenched on the ring on your finger under the table; the stone imitating the color of his eyes.

The eyes of the young boy that places the hope in your heart.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

#bsd fics #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfic #[❤️; niko’s series]#bungou stray dogs x reader #ranpo x reader #bungou stray dogs ranpo #ranpo my beloved #bsd ranpo #bsd kunikida #bsd atsushi

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blood-house · 1 year ago

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is that your fucking fursona?

it slowly becomes more inconsistent the more you look at it

#i like ranpo edogawa #ranpo my beloved #comic #meme #shiho hin #shiho hinomori #akito #akito shinonome #akito project sekai #akishi #akishiho #sh #shitpost #shiho pro #shiho project sekai #is that you #is that your fucking fursona

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quartzalynlove · 2 years ago

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Overload

Pairing: ranpo x ND!reader

Summary: sometimes the office gets overwhelming

A/n: finished the ranpo backstory part of s3 and that man is rotting my brain

Cars speeding and beeping at each other outside, the cold spring draft crawling over your skin, Kunikida assaulting the keys of his computer as he typed his report, and the combined smells of Ranpo's mountain of sugar and chips.

These sensations were present everyday at the armed detective agency. Sometimes it would be fine, others —like today— it felt like they all conspired in an attempt to destroy your nervous system from the inside.

All you had to do was finish your report on the agency's last job, but you couldn't make sense of the things in front of you. Your computer, the pages you had already written, the cursor blinking as it waited to generate another word. It was all disconnected. All that existed was your mind that yelled incomprehensibly at your surroundings.

On the outside, you seemed almost fine, but you were as stiff as a board. It was a busy day, and interns had been getting pulled to help get the agency organized again. Ranpo knew this wasn't the day for you to get too overwhelmed.

You were still frozen in your seat, trying to focus your scattered consciousness on not breaking down in the middle of the office. You didn't notice when Ranpo made his way in front of your desk. He knew his voice wouldn't help your situation no matter how softly he spoke, so he tried to keep his words short.

"Can I see you outside?"

He didn't invade your space, only following behind as you made your own way towards the office door.

It was better in the hallway. There were fewer windows and the noises from inside didn't seep out. With your mind a bit more quiet, you turned to Ranpo.

"What did you need out here?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, but you needed to get out of that room. You can take a minute in the server room; I'll say you're working on something for me."

You started absently fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you nodded at Ranpo before walking away.

"Thank you."

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metalkitty21 · 2 years ago

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AU IDEA IM LOSING MY SHIT OVER

HELLO BUNGO FANS IM LOSING MY SHIT OVER THIS AU IDEA.

REMEMBER THE CABALISM ARC? THE ONE WHERE FUKUZAWA AND MORI NEARLY DIE? WHAT IF ACTUALLY DID DIE WHICH CAUSED RANPO TO GO ON A WHOLE VILLAIN ARC BECAUSE HES JUST MAD AND ANGRY AT HIMSELF BECAUSE HES LOST EVERYTHING THATS IMPORTANT TO HIM AGAIN(first his parents, now Fukuzawa). I LITERALLY CAME UO WITH THIS TWO MINUTES AGO SO IT MAKES NO SENSE BUT PLEASE GIVE OPINIONS. ALSO IT WOULD PROBABLY INVOLVE RANPOE

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #ranpo edogawa #ranpo my beloved #bsd edogawa rampo #im losing my shit #ranpoe #ranpoe supremacy #i love these idiots

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shot-tothestars · 2 years ago

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This idiot likes to see me suffer when I draw him-

(ahaha in tears ;; )

#fanart #doodles #bsd ranpo #bsd fanart #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs fanart #ranpo edogawa #anime #ranpo my beloved #ranpo bsd #bsd drawing #bsd rampo #bsd edogawa rampo #idk how tags work

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tomiokath · 2 years ago

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Ranpo Edogawa ★彡

#layout #layouts #icons #messy layouts #carrd icons #carrd moodboard #bsd season 4 #edogawa ranpo imagines #ranpo icons #ranpo my beloved #brown icons #brown layouts #cute cats #cats of tumblr #moodboard

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1seaweedbrain1 · 2 years ago

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Shit I've Said/Done This Month as Bungo Stray Dogs pt. 3

Dazai - *blow drying a face in the school bathroom* ok so I know this is very weird but in the grand scheme of things is this out of character for me? yeah didnt think so now move along

Chuuya - Nono go ahead. fight me. Give me a reason to hit you. please give me a reason to hit you

Atsushi - Ok so I do take constructive criticism but, I will run it through my head with anything else I make for the rest of my life and maybe cry later. So. I guess there is that.

Akutagawa - Basic skill my ass. Shopping is fucking complicated. Shopping for me I can handle I know what I eat. But someone else? 'Milk' ok sure. Whole 2% skim almond coconut soy chocolate strawberry???? I need specifics.

Ranpo - Ohhh actually see under all this ego is a lot of anxiety. dont tell anyone i told you that. or i'll do something thats a really good threat.

Poe - *holding an animal like a baby up to the phone so my best friend can see* I'm a mother now.

Fyodor - ok so my plan isnt ethical, do you want to win or be a good person? because right now both is not an option.

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causekarmaismyboyfriend · 2 years ago

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Annoying Boy

PT.2 HERE

Fem!14yr!Reader x 14yr!Ranpo

Warnings: Fukuzawa somewhat neglection and disregarding reader's feelings(?), Mention of a mother's death.

A/N: Part 2 if this does good? Proofread✅

The heels of their feet thump against the matted carpet of the hallway as Fukuzawa leads Ranpo to his apartment.

"Here." Fukuzawa stops in front of the door, Ranpo observes the ragged hallway as the older man reaches into his sleeves to retrieve his keys.

Ranpo messes with a part of the ugly green carpet that had begun sticking up at the edges, using the front of his shoe to step on it in an attempt to stick it back down to the concrete it laid on. He cringes at the sound it makes when it rips from the concrete to stick back up again. He hums a sound of confusion when he realizes that Fukuzawa hasn't opened the door and let them in yet.

Fukuzawa sighs and turns towards the younger boy. "I forgot to tell you," Fukuzawa puts the key into the lock after missing one or two times that Ranpo finds himself holding back laughter at. "I have a daughter, Y/N, around your age." He turns the key and pushes the door open. "Her old bed is still in her room it's a little old and beat up, but it should be fine, so you'll be sharing." Fukuzawa closes the door behind them. Next to the shoe rack was a bicycle. Fukuzawa notices Ranpo observing the bike. "Some things are best left unsaid."

Ranpo huffs as the two begin taking their shoes off. The thought of having to share a bedroom with someone he hasn't even met yet annoyed him. Why couldn't he just make his daughter sleep on the couch? He follows Fukuzawa through the apartment, examining all the rooms he goes through. The apartment was small only two bedrooms with one bathroom. He noticed as he walked past the dining table that there was only two chairs and he wondered if Fukuzawa would be bothered to get a third. In the corner of the table was a framed photo of a black cat with big yellow eyes, imbedded in the frame was 'Mr. Paws.' He hadn't seen a cat or any food or water bowls since he entered, so he assumed the cat died or something not bothering to put much though into it.

They stop at a door down the hallway with peeling white paint. Faint music seeps from under the door. Fukuzawa knocks on the door a few times before speaking. "Y/N? Turn that down and open the door." He wiggles the doorknob of the locked door.

Behind the door the music barely lowers and Fukuzawa rolls his eyes before the door clicks unlock and opens. The music seems louder through the open doorway. Y/N leans on the doorframe, glancing at Ranpo and then looking away deciding he wasn't important enough to ask about. She looks at her father with a bored expression. "What?"

Fukuzawa clears his throat. Ranpo takes notice of the similarities of their personalities as they interact. Fukuzawa gestures to Ranpo. "This is Ranpo. He needs somewhere to stay, so he'll be here."

Y/N shrugs. "Okay." Silence takes over the three. Fukuzawa raises his eyebrows at his daughter and motions behind her to the abandoned bed that sat in the corner of the room. She groans and slumps dramatically. "Dad, no, I don't know him." She complains and points to Ranpo.

Ranpo crosses his arms and his eyebrow twitches as she talks. "Then why don't you sleep on the couch and I take the room?"

Y/N's eyebrows scrunch together and she pushes off the doorframe, stepping closer to Ranpo. "Excuse me-?"

Fukuzawa steps in-between the two and holds up a hand in front of both their faces. "Okay, that's enough." He lowers his hands and turns towards Y/N while still staying in-between them. "Ranpo will be using the extra bed in your room and if you have a problem with it then you can sleep in the living room."

Y/N's mouth falls agape as her frustration intensifies and her face flushes. "Well, why can't he take the bed and share a room with you-?"

"Y/N, I told you what was going to happen." Fukuzawa hisses.

Y/N tightens her lips into a thin line. "Fine."

Fukuzawa nods. "Good." He looks between the two before speaking again. "I'm going to cook dinner, okay?" The two nod. In the music that is still blaring from the room a curse word is mustered while Fukuzawa is walking away. "And turn that off!" He demands before disappearing around the corner at the end of the hallway.

Y/N groans and glares at the boy left in front of her before turning on her heel and walking back into her- their room. Ranpo follows behind her and watches as she shuts the music off. He walks over to the old bed. The frame is dark brown with random scribbles over it's wood. There wasn't a sheet or any blankets or pillows.

He turns back to Y/N's side of the room, she climbs up the ladder leading up to her loft bed, underneath it was a desk with a laptop and a display of framed pictures and other random trinkets. It creaks as she settles against the pillows.

Ranpo sets his backpack at the foot of his new bed before making his way to her desk and picking up one of the photos, not bothering to ask permission. He instantly recognized Fukuzawa standing behind a chair where a women sat and was holding a little girl in her lap. All three of them were smiling widely. Y/N stops the action of putting her headphones on and leans over the railing to look at him.

"What are you doing?" She asks harshly, moving towards the ladder to make her way back down. "Don't touch my stuff." She snatches the photo from him and places it back in its place.

"That's your mom, right?" He asks. Y/N glares at him.

"Why do you care?" Ranpo shrugs and Y/N scoffs climbing back up to her bed. "Don't touch my stuff anymore." She puts her headphones over her ears and ignores any other words from him.

Ranpo shrugs, this time to himself, and sits on the old bed. He moves into a lying position the stiff mattress and lack of pillows uncomfortable against his back and neck.

A few minutes go by the only sound being Fukuzawa in the kitchen until Y/N breaks the silence. "She died awhile ago," Y/N turns off her phone and sets it in her lap, staring at the ceiling. "When I was really little."

Ranpo blows air through his lips. Controlling the timing between each blow to make some kind of rhythm. When he doesn't reply Y/N picks her phone back up.

"I know." He says suddenly.

Y/N rolls her eyes. "Oh," She turns the phone off again. "Did Dad tell you?"

Ranpo sits up and turns to look at Y/N. He shakes his head. "No, I just know."

Y/N scoffs. "Yeah, right." She turns the phone on again and begins scrolling back through her playlist.

"It's true!" Ranpo stands up and proudly places his hands on his hips. "I'm a genius detective- the greatest in the world! I helped your Dad solve a case and because I have no home or job he's giving me both!" He removes one of his hands off his hip and holds up two fingers.

Y/N stares blankly at him from up on the loft. "Yeah, and now I'm stuck with you."

"A honor, really."

"Really?"

Ranpo nods. "Yep!" Ranpo makes his way towards her bed again this time to climb up the ladder. Despite her protests he climbs up to join her on the mattress, staying at the foot of the bed.

"Hey!" She waves her hands towards him. Motioning for him to get off. "Get off my bed Detective Jackass!"

Ranpo holds a finger out in front of her face. "Not until I prove to you that I am the greatest detective!" He pulls his hand back. "I'll start by telling you how your mother died."

Y/N's eyebrows scrunch and she crosses her arms. "Okay, I wouldn't be surprised if you got it by just guessing." She admits.

Ranpo smiles and reaches into his pocket to pull out a pair of glasses. Y/N raises a brow. He places them on his face, pushing them up on the bridge of his nose with a finger. Opening his eyes for the first time since they've met. Y/N took note of their bright emerald green colour, distracted she missed what he said.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said," He takes the glasses off and shoves them back in his pocket. "You killed her."

Y/N huffs out a laugh and stares at him in confusion. "Excuse me? And what were those glasses for? Special effect?"

Ranpo shakes his head. "Your dad covered up the incident by lying to you and saying she died in a car crash. You were too young to remember, so it probably wasn't that hard to keep up the lie for years."

She was beginning to feel angry with the boy again. He showed up out of no where, insisted he was some weird super genius and then started sprouting random lies about her mother.

"I think you've lost your goddamn mind." She gritted her teeth.

"He tried to comfort you by getting you a cat, Mr. Paws, but he ran away a year later." When Y/N didn't say anything he continued. "You hate cars because of what he told you, so you prefer riding bikes or just walking-"

"Okay, stop!" She holds both her hands up. "None of that proves anything. You're just saying bullshit."

Ranpo smiles again. "But nobody has told me these things, so how could I have known?" Y/N's eyebrow twitches as she stares down the grinning boy.

Fukuzawa walks in through the open doorway. He glares at Ranpo who sits on his daughter's bed. "Okay, a rule starting right now is that you two are not allowed to sit on each other's beds with each other."

Y/N claps her hands together as if in a prayer. "Thank, God."

Fukuzawa sighs and motions for both of them to get down. "Come in here, dinners ready." He disappears out the bedroom door.

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