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Story from: You're my husband - husband headcanon/scenarios

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Story from: You're my husband - husband headcanon/scenarios

Prompt: What if [Reader] wasn't married to Dazai but someone else? (Reader x Ranpo, Kunikida - Separate ) 

Male reader, but no specific mention of pronouns/ gender, so it can also be seen as Gender Neutral!!!

Male reader, but no specific mention of pronouns/ gender, so it can also be seen as Gender Neutral!!!

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Ranpo:

- Absolutely smug and smitten if you were his husband AND worked in the same agency as him!

- Would follow you around, or have you drag him around, will follow you everywhere. Wherever you are, he is, and it's also the other way around.

- kind of shameless, only to the extent of breaking the PDA rule in the agency (Which was explicitly created for both of you). He doesn't care and will be very cutie and smitten around you even if the others are disturbed.

- Is very sneaky when eating snacks around you. He knows you'll lecture him or even take them away if he eats a bunch of junk snacks/ candy before having a proper meal. But he'll make that deal if you make if food, he'll drop the snacks (for like a couple hours at most)

- Is OBSESSED with looking at the ring on his finger. The reminder that you married him makes him feel all fuzzy, even if he won't admit it. He subtly shows it off any chance he gets.  
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Ranpo sat at his office desk, staring out the window. There were no new cases yet, so he'll happily enjoy his time eating the three bags of chips today. Unannounced to the detective, a certain (h/c) approached the agency.

You turned the door open and slowly peeked through, looking around. "Ranpo?" You called, turning your head to see your paled-faced husband clutching a half-eaten bag of potato chips.

Your face formed a scowl at the sight, noticing this was his 3rd bag, yet it wasn't even lunchtime. You immediately walked in his direction with an unimpressed look while your husband tried shoving the rest of the chips in his mouth and crumbled the bag away.

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