2012-04-07

#dc comics#batman#bruce wayne#dc#tim drake#dick grayson#batfamily#batfam#dc fanart



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HIHI!! OMG!! I have been HIGHKEY stalking the master list you have for BSD!! GIRLYY!! I HIGHKEY FANGIRL ABOUT RANPO MORE 🫣!! I love your writing so much!! I really melt so much!! It there a possibility you can do f!reader x ranpo missing each other after work!! It’s okay if no!! JUST SAYING I LOVE YOUR WORK🥰🫣!!
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ranpo edogawa x fem!reader 𝐰𝐜: 0.5k 𑣲𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hiii!! thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it!!
By the time you finally made it home, the sky was already dark.
Your feet ached, your shoulders were stiff, and all you wanted was to collapse into bed and not think for the rest of the night. Work had dragged on far longer than it should have, every minute stretching until it felt like the clock was mocking you.
You unlocked the apartment door quietly, slipping inside and toeing off your shoes.
The lights were on.
That was the first sign.
The second was the familiar sound of someone pacing back and forth in the living room, muttering under their breath.
“…said he’d be back by six… it’s almost eight… probably got kidnapped… or forgot… or got distracted…”
You smiled tiredly.
“Ranpo?”
There was a loud thump—followed by the sound of someone scrambling upright.
“YOU’RE HOME!”
Before you could even set your bag down, Ranpo was in front of you, eyes bright, coat half-off, hair slightly messy like he’d been running his hands through it in frustration.
“You’re late,” he said, pouting. “You said you’d be home earlier.”
“I know,” you sighed, dropping your bag. “Work got crazy. I’m sorry.”
He studied your face for a moment—really looked at you—and all the dramatics melted away.
“…You’re tired.”
You nodded. “Really tired.”
Without another word, Ranpo stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. His grip was warm and firm, like he was afraid you’d disappear again if he let go.
“You should’ve told me,” he muttered into your hair. “I would’ve waited up better.”
You laughed softly. “You did wait up.”
“That’s different,” he huffed. “I waited up badly.”
You rested your forehead against his shoulder, breathing him in. The familiar scent of sugar and clean laundry and homeeased something tight in your chest.
“I missed you,” you admitted quietly.
Ranpo stiffened just a little before squeezing you tighter.
“…Me too.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes softer than usual. “I don’t like when you’re gone all day. The apartment feels wrong without you.”
Your heart ached in the best way. “You’re dramatic.”
“I’m honest.”
You smiled, lifting a hand to brush some hair out of his face. “Did you eat?”
He paused. “…No.”
“Ranpo.”
“I was waiting for you!”
You sighed, tugging him gently toward the couch. “Come on. Sit.”
You sat together, your legs tangled, his head dropping instinctively onto your shoulder. You could feel how relaxed he became the moment you were close again, like the day had finally ended properly.
“You smell like outside,” he murmured. “And stress.”
“Wow. Romantic.”
“I can fix it.” He nuzzled closer. “Just stay here.”
You laughed quietly, resting your cheek against his hair. The exhaustion slowly melted away, replaced with that warm, full feeling you only got with him.
After a moment, he spoke again—softer this time.
“I don’t need much,” he said. “Just… coming home to you. That’s enough.”
Your chest tightened.
You kissed the top of his head. “Then I’ll always come back.”
Ranpo hummed contentedly, arms tightening around you as if sealing the promise.
And for the first time all day, everything felt exactly right.
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━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳
➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader
title page┆word count: 2.1k┆warnings: death, kidnapping, blood, murder, ranpo can drive, inaccuracies in detective/police work┆a/n: I really thought I ate with the plot but then it just got thrown out the window near the end. I hope you like it, nonetheless! Merry Christmas!! ^^ (not entirely proofread/unrelated to my current event)
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➛ yandere!ranpo e. x fem!reader
Fem! Ranpo with long hair and short hair.
Sugar Crash
Ranpo x Reader fluff maybe domestic fluff?? Idfk lol Jus a short blerb
Warnings: None
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Crushcrushcrush — Ranpo Edogawa x gn! reader
summery: a simple deal turns into more as reader and Ranpo become closer.
tw: idk if it should be counted as objectification but Ranpo refers to reader as a treat (this is all sfw)
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“I have an offer,” You stated, dragging a lone chair to sit across from Ranpo’s desk. A bored look painted the young detective's face, mindlessly rolling a lollipop over his tongue. Although he didn’t move, his eyes watched you with slight interest.
Recently Ranpo seemed less and less inclined to do his work. It shouldn’t bother you, he wasn’t your responsibility…well at least when it came to his paperwork. Yet a nagging feeling tugged at you as his pile of work grew, less and less cases likely to be solved. The closure for someone’s loved ones or the safety of others relied on the whims of a childish detective. It didn’t feel right. So, when you were overthinking this problem only you seemed to have for the past week, you believed you came up with a bulletproof plan.
“I’m listening,” Ranpo hummed.