#The Poe Predicament

[domesticabuser]

#edgar allan poe #a predicament

[tvserie-film]

Title: A Predicament (1838) Author: Edgar Allan Poe Vote: 5/10 A story that limps from start to finish and remains a balance between horror and comedy without being able to decide what it wants to be.

#A Predicament #Una situazione imbarazzante #book #1838 #comedy #horror #Edgar Allan Poe #5

[pandorasboxofhorrors]

#halloween #edgar allan poe #a predicament #king pest #the murders in the rue morgue

[invidiia]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "Happy Halloween!" 𖤐 bsd yanderes // reader

trick or treating with the yanderes of BSD! can be read as platonic or romantic.

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[ a/n ; HII HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! i hope everyone's having a good day today! i'm going as reze for halloween, what about you guys? <3 separate posts for trick or treating prompt coming out later today! ]

[ warning ; yanderes lolsies, blood, mention of death/previous kidnapping ]

— disagrees with the very idea of you going out to trick or treat! aren't you too old for that anyway? only gives in when you beg. it'd be nice to let you get out of the house a little anyway.

— keeps a hand on your shoulder while you trick or treat. they don't even want to do this, it's just to make you happy, and they're willing to go out if it'll stop you from complaining about your predicament. tries to steer clear of other people, they're still cautious. absolutely afraid that you're going to rat them out and leave them.

— makes you share your candy as payment for letting you go out. you don't mind though.

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY, JOUNO SAIGIKU, chuuya nakahara, yukichi fukuzawa, doppo kunikida, michizo tachihara, VERLAINE, agatha christie, ango sakaguchi, edgar allan poe, akiko yosano, ryuunosuke akutagawa, sigma, hirotsu?

— didn't plan to take you trick or treating, but wanted to. sure, they had an underlying fear you'd use that to run, but they knew they'd get you back anyway.

— goes with you to the door to ring the bell. (and depending on the character, might dress up with you, too!) keeps you close and doesn't let other people talk to you, other than kids that like your costume. you wouldn't tell a kid you were kidnapped, would you? probably not.

— goes through your bag of candy, probably pretending to find something they like, while they're making sure that there's nothing dangerous or something you snuck in. shares their candy with you, too!

osamu dazai, atsushi nakajima, sakunosuke oda, lucy maud montgomery, ichiyo higuchi, gin akutagawa, kyouka izumi (platonic), rimbaud, kouyo ozaki, tatsuhiko shibusawa

— gladly takes you, since it was their idea. they wanted to trick or treat with you, for both the candy, and getting to see you dress up and get a bunch of treats.

— obviously keeps you close. they doubt you'd run, and if you did? well, they'd just catch you and bring you right back. why would you run and ruin this night anyway? it's no fun to miss out on halloween! don't you want candy?

— shares their candy, watches horror movies with you, even makes little treats with you, like taking dough and wrapping it around a hot dog to make a mummy!

RANPO EDOGAWA, kenji miyazawa (platonic), mori.., ichiyo higuchi, q (platonic), nikolai gogol?

— forces you to go out with them, trick or treating or maybe just out cause it's halloween, nothing too social. probably kills someone for the blood to look real. "oh wow, that looks real!" "thanks, it is!"

i can't think of anyone who'd do this but nikolai idk

— platonic bonus :: probably goes through your bag. checks your candy for blades, or anything dangerous. they can't have you hurt, can they?

[ a/n ; "this isn't accurate!" suck my dick 😭 anyway uh if you see multiple on the same thingy, it's intentional, i probs couldnt pick just one. happy halloween !!! ]

#bsd x reader #yandere bsd #tw yandere #platonic yandere #yandere ​bsd x reader #yandere #yandere dazai #dazai x reader #yandere atsushi #atsushi x reader #yandere fyodor #fyodor x reader #yandere ranpo #ranpo x reader #platonic yandere bsd x reader #platonic yandere bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai x reader

[spctrsgf]

late

summary: another day, another mission where poe is (not just a little) late. alternatively: i wanted to write a fic where poe loves to bury his face in your neck and i got carried away with the buildup and too lazy to write more about it– later

word count: 1.4k

warnings: language, mechanic!reader, lil bit of angst? idek if you can call it angst at this point, mom leia energy is STRONG in this fic

One thing that the recruiters might not tell you about being part of the resistance is all of the anxiety that comes with it. There’s enough of it when you have to keep track of your whereabouts and not get your ass caught by the looming First Order. But there’s even more thrown onto your plate when your boyfriend happens to be a pilot, leaving often on countless missions. Heap on the fact that he was undoubtedly the most important, the best pilot the resistance had to offer, and you’d probably feel like you couldn’t move from underneath it all.

So, that was the current predicament you were in. 

It’s not like he was late, yet, or his comms were offline– thank the maker– but the anticipation was doing an exceptionally good job of frying all signs of hope as you stood next to Leia in the communications room. Someone had decided that it was a good idea to give you a break between jobs, which usually was your solution to the nerves, and left you and your mind to its own device. Lovely.

Leia’s hand landed on your shoulder, once again bringing you out of your downward mental spiral and back into the present. “He’s going to be okay.” You smiled sadly. “I know that, but then again, something could go wrong just as quickly as it went well.”

“Poe may be stupid, but he’s not stupid enough to get himself killed.”

You scoffed. “Yes he is.”

“You have a point, but he hasn’t done it yet. Let’s have faith in him for a little bit longer.”

“But-”

Leia pinned you with a hard glare.

“Okay.” You shrunk under her gaze. 

Her hand slid to wrap behind you, pulling you into a side hug. She smelled like freshly cleaned linen and warm vanilla and something so distinctly like a mother that you found yourself curling further into her embrace. She turned and let you wrap your arms around her waist, rubbing your back in a soothing measure, so much that you let yourself lean on her. 

“Gen–” Poe’s voice cuts through the hum of the room, rendering it silent. “General! We’re being followed! I’m gonna try and hit them from behind!”

Leia surged out of your grip and to the circular table in the middle of the room. “No, Commander, disengage!”

“But–”

“That is an order! Get out of there–” the sound of Poe’s comm going blank slammed through the room and right through the stability of your stance, tumbling you into a chair. 

“He’s alright,” Leia’s voice wafted from somewhere above you. “Just turned his comms off.”

“Yeah, I know,” You sighed, bringing yourself back onto your feet and shooting the General a shaky smile. “I’m going to wait in the hangar.”

She nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder in comfort before turning back to helping the rest of the black squadron.

The sound of jets shook you from your stupor and set your spine straight, your previously droopy eyes alert and scanning the room for that one special x-wing. “You see him yet?” Snap’s partner asked from your left, nudging your shoulder. “Not yet!” you yelled back. “But Snap’s over there, four ships to your right!” 

A “Thank you!!!” was thrown toward you as they bounded off.

Other partners and loved ones joined you as they too waited for their person to soar in, and you watched solemnly as they peeled off one by one. Soon you were left with only Karé’s partner, but even they bounded away when her ship came shakily in. Each member of the squadron had assured you that Poe was okay, that he had been on comms as they passed you, surely in response to how tightly your hands are twisted together. 

As soon as Karé left, you were left alone in the deafening silence of the hangar. Poe’s absence hung heavily in the air and in the x-wing shaped space that plopped itself dramatically in front of where you were leaning against the wall. Your feet kicked at imaginary rocks and your eyes darted around the bleak room as you willed your mind to relax. 

Your hands itched to get to work fixing ships, but Leia had forbidden you to do that until all pilots had returned home. This was yet another reminder of the man that was supposed to be back but wasn’t. Your gaze fixed on the black that hovered right outside of the starcarrier, wondering if one of the floating bodies and fluorescent stars held your Commander. The ache you’d been pushing away set itself firmly in the hole of your heart, and it was then you realized that waiting was more painful than a distraction. You turned around then, walking out of the hangar just as alone as you had come in.

“Where are you going, Beautiful? I’m over here.”

Your head whipped around faster than you’d thought humanly possible, convinced your mind had been playing tricks on you but too earnest to care. Poe stood there, pulling off his helmet and revealing his flattened hair and bright grin. You rubbed your eyes, trying to convince yourself that he was really there and not just conjured by your tired mind.

Poe squinted at you. “Do you think I’m not actually here?” 

That was all the confirmation you needed. In two seconds, you had him in your arms, flight suit and grime and all tied tightly in your embrace. He let out an oomph and then a chuckle, wrapping his own arms around you just as tightly. The two of you stood like that for a bit longer, content to be in each other’s company again and comfy in the way you fit perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces. 

When you pulled away, Poe’s grin had morphed into a sloppy, lovestruck smile, his eyes slightly watery and his hair still slightly flattened. “Where have you been, Poe?,” You started into the silence. “It’s been nearly an hour since you were supposed to be here.” He cringed. “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. Got caught up trying to evade TIE fighters.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I did tell someone!”

“Did you let them help you?”

His eyes took up an interest in the ground beneath his feet.

“Poe.” 

“I didn't want to put anyone else in danger!” He protested.

“But that’s what we’re here for! To help you through these things so you don’t get yourself killed in the middle of your big show! I know, it’s for our protection but you gotta lean back on some support!”

He was about to shoot back an answer, but he took in your face and the fight seeped out of him, leaving a tired, shell of a man. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Your own eyes softened.

He stepped forward again, and your arms swept open and pulled him into your embrace once again, his face finding that comfortable space buried in your neck. You never really understood why he loved it so much. Did it remind him of something comforting in his past? Did you smell nice? You doubted that, you had to smell like shit right now. Did he like the shield it put up around him? 

The questions whirred in your mind, but the way his arms tightened around you and the way he nuzzled himself further into your warm skin silenced those thoughts and threw them out into the void of space. You could feel his confident walls crash down, feel him become the eternally vulnerable person he always was. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization that he, once again, trusted you. 

“Hey,” your hand rubbed soothing circles on his back, not that he could feel it. “I’m here.”

“I know.”

“You’re safe, my love.”

“I know.” His response came out quickly and his voice was thick with emotion.

You smiled, running your other hand through his hair. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

“No,” His grip turned to steel around your waist, rooting both of you where you were. “I want to stay here.”

“But you’re dirty–”

“But you’re warm and you smell like home and that’s more important than a little dirt on my flight suit.”

You grinned, turning to place a chaste kiss on the side of his head. “Okay.”

a/n: if you all have any requests or ideas you should totally send them in because i might run out of ideas soon and would totally appreciate the help:)

#my beloved #i love love love writing for him #and poe loves to bury his face in your neck!!! i could go on for hours about it #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fluff #star wars #star wars imagine #oscar isaac #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac characters #oscar isaac x you #oscar issac imagine

[mytreepoetry]

Shared Desires

Edgar Allan Poe x reader

You found yourself reclining on the couch, lying face down, in your quest to discover that elusive sweet spot of comfort. Yet, despite your persistent efforts, the ideal position seemed to play a game of hide and seek with you. Just as your frustration was starting to mount, Poe sauntered into the room, his presence a welcome interruption to your struggle. With a charming smile, he addressed your predicament,

"Is there a way I can be of assistance, my dear?"

"Poe, there's a pain in my chest," you whispered, your words tinged with discomfort. In an instant, his affectionate smile transformed into a deep expression of worry, and he swiftly moved to your side, his concern palpable. Gently, he intertwined his fingers with yours, a tender gesture that seemed to convey both reassurance and warmth. Leaning in, he placed a deliberate, unhurried kiss on your lips, his affectionate touch offering solace in the moment. With genuine concern etched on his face, he inquired softly, "What's troubling you, my love?"

Taken aback, your gaze met his, registering the sincerity in his eyes as he displayed genuine concern. You might have been exaggerating the severity of the situation, understanding that your discomfort was likely just a result of soreness. "Every time I shift positions, my breasts ache," you explained, your voice tinged with a touch of humour as you admitted your uncertainty about the cause.

A soft blush painted Poe's cheeks, his genuine concern for you evident in his response. "Um... Would you maybe consider seeing a doctor?" he stammered, his voice drowning in shyness.

A whirlwind of emotions surged within you, a medley of thoughts and feelings vying for your attention. Amid this internal turbulence, you swiftly navigated your feelings and arrived at a decision. Without much delay, you replied, "No, but there is another way you could assist me..." As your words hung in the air, you reached out and gently grasped Poe's hand, guiding it with a delicate touch to your chest, where the discomfort lay.

Poe's face now adorned a deep shade of crimson, his embarrassment undeniable. Meeting your gaze with realization, he seemed to grasp the true essence of your intentions. And as time seemed to stand still as a prolonged moment of anticipation enveloped the room. With a tremor in his hand, he reached out, his touch uncertain yet tender, and his fingertips made contact with your clothed chest, tentatively exploring the area you had indicated.

His touch remained tender and considerate, reflecting his genuine intention to ease your discomfort. His anxiety was palpable, and your perceptiveness didn't go unnoticed; you were attuned to his unease. As your voice enveloped the room in a calming embrace, whispering his name with a soft, inviting lilt, "Poe..." His eyes widened in response, and within that fleeting moment, an unspoken emotion seemed to pass between you. The atmosphere seemed charged with an unanticipated tension, a shift in the air that hinted at the depth of his emotions.

Realizing that he had been fixedly gazing at you, a sense of concern arose within you. Fearing that he might be feeling uneasy or uncomfortable, you decided to break the silence before it became awkward. "Poe, are you okay?" you inquired, your voice laced with worry. However, Poe remained silent, his gaze drifting away to the side. Your gaze followed his, and in that instant, you couldn't help but notice the change in his physical state. The realization hit you..

Poe was hard.

"Oh, my dear Poe," you reassured, a comforting smile gracing your lips, "there's no need to feel embarrassed, my love." With a heartfelt invitation, you beckoned him closer, your intent to ease his discomfort evident in your words. As your lips met in a tender and affectionate kiss. Your hand, guided by care and desire, found its way to his clothed arousal.

Your tongue found its way into his mouth, catching his tongue in a messy dance. And as he grew more needy, he lifted his hips slightly to feel more of your touch.

A breathy moan escaped Poe's lips, his voice trembling as he responded, "M-my love, we should think about the discomfort in your chest..."

His consideration for your well-being touched you deeply, his sweet and thoughtful nature shining through.

You offered a soft smile, your eyes locked onto his, as you comfortingly replied, "It's alright, my dearest." Leaning in, you gestured toward his groin with a playful glint in your eye, "This," you continued, "seems to be a bigger concern than a mere soreness, don't you think?"

Poe's cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson, his bashful demeanor evident as he stammered, "But.. I don't want to overlook your comfort."

With a gentle chuckle, you reassured him, "We'll find a way to tend to both, my love. Together."

You rose with a deliberate grace, moving to sit on your knees between his own, your gaze fixated on him from this new vantage point. A playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you regarded him, a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes.

Your fingers skillfully navigated his pants, undoing the buttons to reveal a telltale wet patch. A breathy laugh escaped your lips at the sight, amusement coloring your expression. Your touch then ventured further, gently tugging down his underwear to unveil his throbbing arousal. As his beautiful member came into view, a certain desire flickered in your eyes, the desire to absolutely ruin him..

Your touch was deliberate and tender, your hand encircling his hardened length as you began to stroke it in a slow, rhythmic motion. With a careful, almost mesmerizing touch, your fingers danced along his length, eliciting a series of breathy moans from him. Your gaze remained fixed on his exquisite face, watching the emotions play across his features as pleasure intensified.

As you continued to explore this intimate moment, your attention shifted slightly, catching sight of his trembling hand gripping the couch. The sight of his vulnerability stirred a desire within you.

Feeling an intense yearning to elicit even more pleasure from him, you decided to take things a step further. Guided by your longing to hear his moans of ecstasy, your lips enclosed around his pinkish tip, your tongue dancing skillfully as it swirled around him. The sensations you unleashed drew forth an immediate response from him. "A-ah! Mmhh!" His moans grew in volume and fervor, his grip on the couch tightening as his pleasure surged.

Even as you attended to his desire with your mouth, your free hand maintained a firm but gentle grip on his remaining length, stroking it in harmony with your oral ministrations.

Driven by an undeniable desire to bring him to the heights of pleasure, you took a daring step forward. Gradually, you allowed his entire length to glide into the warm, wet confines of your mouth, a move that left him teetering on the edge of blissful abandon. As your head bobbed in a swift, rhythmic motion, his responses grew more intense, his moans growing louder and more fervent.

As his pleasure reached its peak, your lovers moans crescendoed, his voice an embodiment of the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Amidst his cries, he urgently expressed, "Mmh-ah! Love, I think I—I'm going, a-AH!"

In a swift and uncontrollable response, he pulled on your hair, an involuntary reflex to the intense pleasure that was engulfing him. The culmination of his ecstasy was evident as he released himself, his release covering your beautiful face in a display of uninhibited passion.

Poe's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain his composure. His legs were spread wide, a small bead of drool clung to the corner of his parted lips, and his flushed face told the tale of his unadulterated pleasure.

As he continued to catch his breath and bask in the afterglow, you decided to take the lead. With a sense of empowerment, you discarded your own clothing, peeling off your pants and underwear. As you settled yourself onto his lap, your bare skin met his clothed skin.

Poe's gaze bore into yours, his eyes shimmering with emotions, including tears that hinted at the depth of his feelings. As you guided his length into the embrace of your soft, wet warmth, a shiver coursed through his body. His sensitivity was evident, his trembling a response to the intense sensations he was experiencing.

Instinctively, he held you close, his arms wrapping around you as if to anchor himself to the present moment. The connection between you two was palpable, a blend of desire, emotion, and shared vulnerability.

With each deliberate movement, a symphony of erotic sounds filled the air, echoing the passionate rhythm that your bodies were forging.

Sensations of sweet relief were cresting within Poe, threatening to overtake him once more. However, driven by a desire to ensure your pleasure, he fought to restrain himself, though the effort seemed nearly impossible. The passionate connection you shared was compelling, urging him onward.

Determined to fulfill both your desires, Poe's actions took an unexpected turn. He drew you closer, so intimately near that your movements were curtailed, leaving you momentarily puzzled. Your concern rang through your voice as you questioned, "P-Poe, what's wrong?"

With his head nestled into the warm hollow of your naked chest, Poe's breath came in heavy pants as he confessed, "I'm sorry, my love. Please bear with me."

Confusion swirled within you, a nagging worry that your actions may have upset him. Just as you were processing his apology, his sudden, tight embrace startled you. He moved once more, his sudden motion drawing a surprised moan from you.

Poe's focus shifted entirely, his every movement orchestrated to amplify your pleasure rather than his own. His pace was deliberate, each motion an exquisite dance that tugged at the edges of your senses. The intensity of his rhythm was such that your eyes glistened with tears of pleasure.

But Poe's attentiveness didn't stop there. As if attuned to every nuance of your pleasure, he added his skilled thumb to the mix, caressing your clit in a way that sent shockwaves of sensation through your body.

The culmination was imminent, and as your release drew near, you gasped out a breathless warning to Poe. Despite your plea, he pressed on, his movements unrelenting. With an explosive crescendo, you both reached your highs in unison, your voices a symphony of mutual pleasure as you cried out each other's names.

Leaning against Poe, your breaths mingled in the hazy aftermath of your passion. With a gentle, lingering kiss, you captured the essence of the moment, your mouths fused in a final, fervent exchange. The trail of saliva that lingered between your lips only added to the erotic imagery that encapsulated your encounter.

As you both caught your breath, Poe's voice broke the silence. Breathless and concerned, he inquired, "Was I of any help? Does your chest still hurt?"

Gazing into his eyes, you felt a warm tenderness wash over you. A soft smile graced your lips as you responded, "It's not that simple, my dear." A playful glint danced in your eyes as you continued, "Perhaps... if we were to give it another try, it might just do the trick."

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #edgar allan poe #bsd edgar allan poe #poe x reader #edgar allan poe x reader #dazai osamu #nikolai gogol #fyodor dostoevsky #smut #chuuya nakahara #ranpo edogawa #kunikida doppo #bsd x reader

[almostoreghano]

Edgar Allan Poe (BSD) x gn!reader

TW/CW: suggestive language (nothing explicit), bottom!poe again sorry but 😔 I’m down bad for this man

Summary: Reader accidentally comes across some interesting poems Poe wrote about them.

Note: reader has more game than me 😔✊ I’m dog shit at writing poems so maybe later I’ll write what Poe might of sent you.

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You were sitting alone at your house when you heard scratching by your door. Most would have reached for the nearest weapon, but you knew all too well what was making those scratching noises.

“Karl,” you said reaching down to pet the little raccoon. Before your hand met his small head, you noticed he had loose papers in his mouth.

“Now what do you have there? Have you been stealing again?” Karl look at you begrudgingly, clearly annoyed that you would dare make such an accusation despite his track record. He dropped the papers at your feet before waltzing into your living room, towards your couch.

You immediately recognised the beautiful, yet slightly rushed, handwritten words.

Edgar, you thought to yourself, not realising the goofy smile that spread across your lips. As you carefully scanned the documents though, the smile was replaced by a look of shock as your face began to heat up.

A plethora of beautifully written poems sharing the many fantasies Poe had, many of which were very erotic, scattered across the pages in the form of a letter. Poe, in his usual poetic way, truly described what he saw and how that made him feel.

Your concentration was interrupted when Karl clung onto your ankle.

“Maybe I should take these back to Poe Karl, What do you think?” You asked, patting his head gently. Naturally, Karl let out an approving chirp.

You reached Poe’s house to find him already standing by the door.

“My darling, I-“ he paused, blush layering his face as soon as he saw the papers in your hand, immediately recognising them based on the smirk dancing across your face.

“I see you Karl ratted me out,” he said looking down, not daring to look you in the eyes. You had to admit, you didn’t expect such explicit words from your boyfriend, it was like night and day from his usual gothic horror stories.

Poe led you up to his office, Karl seemed to sense the change in the air and remained in the foyer.

As soon as Poe closed the door, you placed the unholy papers on the nearest bookshelf before pressing the tall man against the wooden door.

No matter how many times you caught Poe in this position, he always reacted as if it were the first time. A blushing, stuttering mess, only become more of a wreck as your hands made there way to his waist, deeply massaging it.

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable,” he said, even after making note of his current predicament, he still worried he’d push you away.

“Of course not my little raven,” you said in a hushed voice. Your lips brushed against his, whilst pushing back his bangs to see his full face. You frequently did this merely to pull the nervous little whimpers from your partner that you’ve grown to love.

“Just a new side of you that’s all,” you took time to admire his features before letting out a content sigh before kissing him softly.

Naturally, the kiss ended long before Poe would have liked.

“Edgar~” you said in the manner you knew made his knees weak.

“You made me seem more attractive than I thought I was though,” you said, almost overcome with shyness. Poe furrowed his brows—he never wanted to hear his partner under-appreciate themselves.

“I simply wrote what I saw, and how I feel when I look at you,” he paused.

“I feel disappointed in myself when I think those things about you but, sometimes I can’t help it,”

“Especially since you’re so,” he didn’t know what to say next. When the writer runs out of words to describe the overwhelming feeling he felt around his lover, you know he is truly overcome by love.

“Hmm,” you said, moving your hand to fiddle with his jacket.

“it’s not gross, I love when you express yourself. Especially the cute noises you make,” you said with another smirk and a wink. Edgar pursed his lips in an attempt to hold back any noise threatening to spill out.

You took a step back, placing your hands back on his waist. Poe pouted from the sudden warmth dissipating, but briefly regained composure.

“I’m glad I didn’t push you away, I didn’t mean for you to find those,” he looked at his hands, “especially since they weren’t finished.”

As if the passed 5 minutes had never accrued, your face completely switched from a seductive smile to plain shock.

“There’s more?!” You said, a little louder than either of your would have liked. Poe stayed silent, not wanting to expose himself further, made his way back to his desk.

“Edgar! You can’t just drop that information and then walk away!” You said nervously, but still with a slight smile threatening to appear. That of course did not last long as the urge to tease your lover returned.

As he stood in front of his desk, you placed a hand on his shoulder turning him around, and leaning him against the wooden surface.

“Why don’t you tell me more about your little fantasies.”

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #headcanon #bungou stray dogs #poe bsd #edgar allen poe bsd #bsd poe #bsd headcanons #bsd anime #bsd manga #bsd edgar allan poe #poe headcanons #bsd poe x reader #bsd x reader #bsd s4 #poe x reader #edgar allan poe x reader #bungo stray dogs manga #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs season 4 #bungou sd #gn reader #bsd imagines #bsd oneshot #i love him #i want him #poe bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou gay dogs

[warmerstranger]

COMMON ENEMY OF DECEPTION

。°˖ ʚɞ ꒦꒷⩩ Ft. Edogawa Ranpo & Edgar Allan Poe x gn reader

At this point I'm just promoting the ship www :33

°°``Marked as and not excluding: Yandere (many gaslight 🔥, obsessiveness, manipulative, breach of privacy/confidentiality hints, heavy dependence indications, overprotective, gatekeeping you), kind of angsty having a friends-to-enemies dynamic with Ranpo, messy plotline going on idk anymore my brain just shrunk writing this

°°``Recommended to read for those 16+, please proceed with caution.

↪What starts out as a mere fascination descalates into a mixed up dedication.

❇✧ You're a fun little enigma which is like that of a stimulating Rubik cube. Always determined, Ranpo successfully manages in getting your true best outcome from all the possibilities he could show for you to be amazed at. Sometimes, the fact that he can be stumped figuring you out frustrates him to no end, but he's proud to be the one doing it to you overall! After all, there's no other person more capable and fitting than him to 'solve' all of your worries, problems, or low level predicaments so you should be at ease if you just leave them to the greatest detective ever!

❇✧ Whenever you would feel like you're hitting a dead end in a seemingly neverending maze, he can easily show you the way out of that maze—no, miniature garden! It's only a simple and rewarding trade all in all, you need his point of view towards the solution and Ranpo will receive your praise as the reward (+ your cleared up face out of recognition, breaking to a smile <- he considers it a bonus even though he would expect for that view to keep coming, reserved for his eyes only!).

❇✧ The very few moments though, you wish for a comfort or time in facing a dilemma instead of being shoved a cold revelation like what he usually does. But why, he thought, why wouldn't you just walk the rest of your way out of the maze even with him graciously leading you onward? What's the point of standing around and mulling it over? The answer is already right there, it's obvious and even you could see it. He knows the reason, but he can't really do anything about it if you don't move yourself, can he? He hates being incapable in these kind of situations.

❇✧ You might get some of his snacks instead and something along the lines 'I guess I could do it, just doing something so simple by being here for you if that helps you'. He would pout and everything if he sees your gloom face isn't going away any soon.

❇✧ Your praise and smile are his daily dose of dopamine (healthy ofc, totally not addicted) at this rate and he demands more! He becomes very prying... of your matters which aren't that easy to deal with and even the touchy subjects you wouldn't dare speak out loud, it's as if you're being exposed to the core and then poked at for him to nitpick about certain parts you really have difficulties with.

❇✧ Anytime, any day, his words slowly plague your mind; you should do things this way or you should follow what he say that way you don't regret it, are you sure you should be doing this? He's getting persistently clingy while his minor tantrums increase more often whenever you don't approve his presence, you should've admit you need him any moment now!

❇✧ A bad move on your part, he takes that as a sign it's not enough so you just... avoid him altogether, explaining about his behavior and that you need space from him on text to refrain from losing control over your emotions if you face him. You figure you should do something about this, then you finally go to seek out his rival—no, the closest person he's to and the one you're comfortable with asking for help; Edgar Allan Poe.

❇✧ ...that's what he expected. When Ranpo realized all his efforts would backfire him, he have created a plan with Poe in advance way before you do. He won't let you escape him! Not when he has Poe by his side; his most trusted aid.

❇✧ The moment you take a step back, he instead sees it as a challenge he should take so he will come out victorious; as the one you would admit to be right, backed up by Poe's statement about him. Ranpo won't back down... So you shouldn't go down easily and cower away! Things wouldn't have to be this way if you were just of one agreement with him from the beginning.

❇✧ To Poe, even if through complaints only, Ranpo accidentally makes you out to be more of a formidable foe and villain than you actually are in this case that Poe doesn't hesitate at all lending him a hand. Fueled by jealousy—the moment you step into Poe's room—he welcomes you as his most dangerous rival at the highest priority who needs to be handled in his own hands now that Ranpo leaves the rest of the plan to him.

✏✉ It was needed as a convincing prove for Poe that you're worthy of his help. It was supposed to be like that right before... you are trapped within Poe's book. And out of all people, it's with Ranpo, where almost all (under influence of Poe wanting you to think of them as such) the puzzles are designed in such a special mechanism needing two certain people to be solved at the same time. But, the puzzles put you at a disadvantage more, highlighting Ranpo's ability instead whenever you can't solve them. Your intentions to work together with him in peace and solving some riddles on your own—are outweighed in the end. 'If you want this to be easier for both of us, you should just count on me more!' stated Ranpo.

✏✉ Compared to Ranpo, you know you're not that smart, but you can still stand up by yourself very well even without his help and so, you show it to them. Oh, what a bold and risky action you took, with that being out of their predictions as well... You have Poe enthralled, in awe towards your efforts as if you're under a spotlight—like him—the past him trying hard to win against the same once 'enemy'. With Ranpo getting worried sick of you now and Poe feeling guilty as well, he ends the story on that note before releasing you both out very soon.

✏✉ After Ranpo throws an outburst for your idiotic reckless stunt you pulled and he gets a childish tantrum trying not to mind a particular stupid person whenever he meets you, Poe have since become your wingman for both of your happiness. He's sad seeing the state of relationship you have with his best rival (lie) is turning tense. Poe has been also the mediator from then on who presents Ranpo's good qualities he's proud of. It's as if he's his defender, apologist more than someone who supports both side to make peace rather.

✏✉ Poe would be able to make you feel bad, because maybe you are just being too stubborn surely? Things would go smoothly on your end once you understand Ranpo if you were in his shoes and he would then forgive you. At some other times, Poe is just a walking contradiction, taking your side and discussing about his plans of deduction game to go against Ranpo and with your help, you two might even win past his level of intelligence together.

✏✉ Truthfully, Poe is just playing a devil's advocate card and you might realize it sooner or later since he can't help but rant more than he needed when you push the conversation a right way. You play along with him, admitting you're wrong in some cases related about Ranpo, and even acknowledging Poe's skills because he must be on the same level as him when they managed to get closer than ever~ Poe would be all flustered being treated like that by you.

✏✉ In that moment, Ranpo unexpectedly appears and gets along with you well enough as if nothing ever happens between the two of you, teaming up to tease Poe together. Karl also takes the chance to be his savior by obstructing his own face. All is well that ends well. Not long after, Ranpo admits his fault from before. Your trust in him wouldn't be able to return the way it was, though. Poe is now the one you would confide in, his awkward gestures supported by Karl's help mostly becomes your comfort and they're more heartfelt genuine. In return, Poe would need your feedback and opinions for his stories from time to time.

✏✉ Poe starts glorifying you as his most precious friend, even comes a few lavish gifts he give to you along with a letter he writes for a special occassion. That recent development of you getting closer with him doesn't seem to bother Ranpo much, the detective would simply come and borrow you at appropriate times, sharing stories about his accomplishments of usual and extraordinary cases strewn about in the city or coming to talk in private with Poe or, sometimes have you all hang out together to some place he's interested in.

✏✉ Things seem normal as if you're just spending time together with your close friends(?). Well, besides some claims from Ranpo's co-workers about how he seems to like you very much and he's really insistent of scolding and demeaning anyone who would be having the slightest interest in you. Ranpo is completely honest about it, telling you they're all just creeps or someone you wouldn't want to get involved with. And right he is, when you find out, even if some of them may be your acquintances or friends, Ranpo just knows to get the dirt on expose them and you would thank him for just looking out after you.

✏✉ Although rare, things would escalate further until one of those people is desperate enough to hurt Ranpo with you or Poe having to stop it and that only make his point more clear, sealing the deal. Meanwhile, Poe is absolutely secretive of mentioning about your presence to anyone, surprisingly capable of not letting them know more about you. He would tell the reason is for protecting you since he must have many enemies, or dangerous people meeting him. Before you know it, you're always with the two of them more often. And will always have been.

✏✉ There's a silent agreement going on between them and it would make you feel left out sometimes because it couldn't be easily guessed. Even though you're actually their very solidarity, it's a sign they're doing a good job hiding their intentions you wouldn't guess that they would secure you within their own length of distance only. A triangle fixed towards you; it's two against one. The winner is decided.

#yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere headcanons #yandere ranpo #yandere edgar allan poe #male yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader

[agaypanic]

can you write a fluffy confession fic w/ a mr poe’s daughter reader x klaus?

like, reader has been going with mr poe to drop the kids off at their new guardians’ houses ever since they stayed the night w/ the poes, and eventually reader stays w/ the kids bc she cant deal with her mom gossiping abt them anymore? they encounter olaf and klaus admits he wants reader to go home so she’ll be safe. reader also is really nice but knows how awful her family is and trusts the baudelaires more than the poes. thank youuu <3

i love how you write and would love to see more! hope you have a wonderful day/night <3

Keep You Safe (Klaus Baudelaire X Poe!Reader)

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Summary: Being sick of her family’s comments about her friends, Y/n Poe decides to stay with the Baudelaire’s when they’re sent to Prufrock Preparatory School. When Count Olaf comes to the school to get to the Baudelaire’s, Klaus becomes concerned about Y/n’s wellbeing.

***

Y/n didn’t know how she pulled it off, but she was able to convince her dad to let her stay at Prufrock Preparatory School with the Baudelaires after the lumber mill incident. Maybe it was because she said she’d keep the Baudelaires out of trouble or because the Poe house was too small for three growing children and their parents. But however it happened, her father, Mr. Poe, let her stay.

Y/n had known the Baudelaires since their parents, unfortunately, passed away in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe had the Baudelaires stay with his family for a week while he tried finding a guardian for them. Y/n had become friends with them during that time, despite the gossip her mother kept spreading about them. She would accompany the Baudelaires and their father to every guardian they got sent to, making them promise to stay in contact with her so she would know how they were doing. It didn’t feel like a sacrifice of her time; she loved her new friends. It helped that she had a growing crush on Klaus Baudelaire.

But now, they didn’t need to make that promise because they would be staying together. Unfortunately, because the Baudelaires were orphans, they had to stay in a shack because their parents couldn’t sign off on permission for them to stay in a dorm. Y/n didn’t have that problem, but it just made her feel worse. She was staying in a spacious room with three other people while her friends didn’t even have a real bed. She felt even worse after they met the Quigley triplets, two orphan siblings who were also dropped off at Prufrock Prep after being handed from guardian to guardian. But she would push the guilt away whenever she hung out with them, wanting her friends to experience some fun times despite their situation.

But that didn’t last for long.

Unlike her family, Y/n believed the Baudelaires when they would tell stories of Count Olaf constantly following them. The eccentric man was their first guardian and was only removed from guardianship because he tried to marry Violet so he could have access to the Baudelaire fortune. He’s been trying to get his hands on it and them ever since. And it had happened again.

At an assembly, the Baudelaires and Y/n were shocked to see Count Olaf walk up onto the stage in a ridiculous costume, naming himself Coach Genghis, the new PE teacher. And the worst part was that everyone believed him. Even after Klaus and Violet ran up to expose him. Count Olaf had covered up his identifier, a tattoo of an eye on his ankle.

To make matters worse, Count Olaf had another plan to try to get the Baudelaire’s fortune. He made up some lies about how orphans have frail bodies, which leads to paranoia and delusions. To combat this, he developed a program that he would be offering to select students. It didn’t surprise Y/n or the Baudelaires that they were the select students.

This led them to their current predicament. Count Olaf’s running program took place at night, so the Baudelaires had no time to study for their classes, even though they were meaningless. This was causing them to fail their classes, which could later cause them to fail out of school, which would give Count Olaf the opportunity to steal them away.

Luckily, with every problem, there was a solution. 

“Are you sure you’ll be able to pull this off?” Y/n asked as she and the Baudelaires walked to their classes. “Count Olaf may be silly and dumb, but he’s not completely stupid.”

“Trust us, Y/n,” Violet said. “It’s worth a shot. Now, I gotta go. I’ll see you guys at lunch.” The eldest Baudelaire sibling then walked away to her classroom. Y/n and Klaus continued their venture to their own class.

“It’ll work, Y/n. Don’t worry.” Klaus reassured her. “Are you sure you want to help Violet and me study for our tests? We’ll likely be up all night; I’d hate for you to lose sleep.” It made Y/n giddy that he cared enough about her sleep schedule.

“Of course, Klaus! I’d do anything to make sure Count Olaf doesn’t get his hands on you and your fortune. And if that means I lose a little sleep, so be it.” Klaus mirrored her bright smile.

“You’re such a good friend, Y/n. I don’t know what we’d do without you.” Y/n’s smile dimmed a bit, but Klaus didn’t notice. She loved being Klaus’ friend, but her heart hurt a bit at the thought of her being nothing more than that to him. 

He held the door open for her, and they walked into Mrs. Bass’ classroom to learn about the metric system.

***

The Baudelaires, Quagmires, and Y/n were lucky to find an ally in Olivia Caliban, the school’s librarian. Even though the library would only be open for a few minutes every day, Olivia would allow the students to stay to read or get away from everyone else. This was one of those instances, except they were doing more than just reading.

Their plan was to have Duncan and Isadora, the Quagmire triplets, take the Baudelaires’ places, so they could study for a test to determine whether they would fail out of school.

The Baudelaires were reluctant to the idea. They didn’t want their friends to be put in any of the danger they had to face, and being alone with Count Olaf and his henchmen could be dangerous. But the Quagmires were insistent on helping their new friends.

Using wire and stringy trim from a lampshade, they made disguises for the Quagmires that could pass them off as the Baudelaires in the dark.

“How do I look?” Isadora asked Y/n and Klaus as she secured the fake fringe to her forehead.

“Convincing.” Y/n smiled, going back to helping Sunny use her teeth to shape spare wire into a pair of fake glasses for Duncan.

“Different,” Klaus said. “I mean, not a bad different. That’s not what I meant; you look very nice. Just, different.” Y/n tried not to show confusion on her face. Why did Klaus suddenly not know how to talk to Isadora?

“Thanks.”

Soon, the Quagmires were ready to impersonate their friends. Since they didn’t have a smaller sibling to replace Sunny, the group decided to put a bag of flour in a small wagon. The Quagmires would pull the wagon behind them as they ran around the track.

“Good luck.” The Baudelaires and Y/n said to the Quagmires. In thanks, Isadora leaned forward and kissed Klaus’ cheek. They shared a look before Isadora moved to leave, Duncan and the bag of flour behind her. Klaus stood in his spot momentarily, seemingly not knowing what to do.

“Well.” Violet broke the silence. “We better get going.” She picked up Sunny and went to the library doors, waiting for Y/n and Klaus.

“What’s wrong?” She asked him. Her voice seemed to shake him from whatever trance he was in. 

“Nothing.” Klaus grabbed Y/n’s hand and made his way over to his sisters. “Let’s go.”

***

They had been studying for three hours when Sunny and Violet dozed off. Klaus and Y/n knew they should wake them up so they could keep studying, but they also knew that trying to retain information with no energy wouldn’t help them. So Klaus and Y/n kept studying on their own.

“How long was the banana?” Y/n quizzed Klaus. He was doing very well, getting all of the questions right. But he was starting to be less quick with his responses, which concerned Y/n. “Klaus?”

“Ten centimeters?”

“That would be a short banana.” Y/n tried to laugh to cover up her increasing concern for Klaus. She put down the flashcards she had made for him. “Klaus, are you okay?”

“I’m fine; why do you ask?”

“You’re becoming less responsive. If you’re tired, you can take a nap, and I can wake you up later so you can keep studying.”

“No, it’s not that.” Klaus patted her hand. “Thank you, though.”

“Then what is it?” Y/n tried racking her brain for an explanation for his behavior. “Are you worried about Isadora?”

“What?” Klaus sat up from his slouching position. “Why Isadora specifically?”

Y/n shrugged, fumbling with the flashcards as she tried to find an answer that wouldn’t make her come across as jealous.

“I don’t know. I mean, she’s running around in the dark, being watched by Count Olaf. Doesn’t that worry you?” 

“I’m more worried about her and Duncan together, not just her specifically.”

“Right.” Y/n shook her head, trying to escape the thought of Klaus and Isadora. “Sorry, it’s just that it kind of seemed like there was something more there.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I mean, she kissed your cheek. That must’ve meant something, right?”

Klaus was silent, trying to think of a response. Y/n regretted saying anything about it. She should’ve just pushed for him to fall asleep; it would be better than having this conversation with him right now.

“Never mind.” She said, picking out a new flash card. “What was the length of the-”

“It would’ve meant more coming from you.” Klaus cut Y/n off, looking at her sheepishly.

“What?”

“That kiss would’ve meant more to me if it had come from you.” He picked at the hay bale that the two were sitting on. “No offense to Isadora, but it’s the truth.”

It was now Y/n’s turn to find a response. It didn’t take too long.

“I can, if you’d like.” She looked at Klaus. “Give you a kiss, that is.”

“I, uh, I’d like that.” Y/n dropped the flashcards onto the hay and leaned forward. She was going for Klaus’ cheek, but in a split-second moment of bravery, she kissed him on the lips instead. It was just a peck, but Klaus didn’t seem to mind. There was a moment of silence where the two just looked at each other, heat evident on their cheeks.

“After our tests, and when Count Olaf is revealed for who he truly is, I want you to go home,” Klaus said matter of factly.

“What?” Y/n was taken aback by the confession. He took her hands.

“Y/n, I care about you too much to let you get wrapped up in this mess. Count Olaf is a murderer; he’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants. I can’t let him get to you.” He squeezed Y/n’s hands. “Promise me, Y/n.”

“But what if I never see you again?”

“We’ll meet again; I’ll make sure of it. But until Count Olaf is defeated once and for all, I need to know that you’re safe. Please, Y/n, promise me.” 

Y/n was reluctant. She didn’t want to leave her friends or Klaus alone at the hands of Count Olaf. But Klaus was being persistent.

“Only if you promise that we’ll see each other again.” He nodded in understanding.

“I promise.”

“Then I promise.”

They sealed the promise with another kiss. They spent the rest of the night studying some more, not wanting to think about the future too much. The two hoped that when Y/n went home, they would see each other sooner rather than later.

#klaus baudelaire #klaus baudelaire x reader #asoue x reader #asoue #a series of unfortunate events x reader #a series of unfortunate events #agaypanic

[suchaladyy]

Halloween Party

I did a sprinting game with @nonamemanga @cupoteahatter @midsvmmars! We all wrote Halloween party fics with different dialogue prompts. I did #50 (both) from this list.

Prompt 1: “I can hear your heartbeat - why is it going so fast all of a sudden?”

Prompt 2: “But I don’t care what anyone else thinks!”

I sprinted this for 20 or so minutes and did not edit it. It is 863 words and Rated T. Enjoy!

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Tyler grunted quietly as Wednesday slammed into him, herding him not so gently so that his back was flush with the wall and she was pressed up against him. She shushed him as if the sound of his breath being forced from his lungs by her small, deceptively hard body was voluntary. As if he couldn’t be trusted, she pressed her cold hand against his mouth, preventing him from speaking.

Although Wednesday and Tyler were now dating after he began attending Nevermore and they made up, they were keeping it a secret. Why? Tyler didn’t exactly know. Their relationship had begun so unorthodoxly, with heated, angry makeout sessions in the corridors when they were supposed to be in class that eventually turned into much less angry - but no less heated - makeout sessions in her dorm when Enid had student council meetings.

At first, Tyler had understood why she wanted to keep it private. He was still new at Nevermore, and he wasn’t exactly winning any popularity contests. But now, they’d been dating for months, and she still insisted that they sneak around. Tyler couldn’t help but be a little hurt by it.

Tyler looked down at her and rolled his eyes at her dramatics. Not caring enough to get a costume for Halloween, Wednesday was clad in her old Poe Cup team uniform, a tight, athletic number completed by a cat ear headband. That costume was to blame for their current predicament. They were both in attendance of the Nightshade’s secret Halloween Party in the library, Tyler a guest of Ajax’s and Wednesday a guest of Enid’s. He’d planned to mostly keep his distance from her, but when Wednesday had walked in in that tight black catsuit with those adorable ears, a grumpy look on her face, all of his plans had gone out the window.

He’d quietly pulled her aside, leading her behind one of the stacks and pressing her roughly against the wall. Wednesday definitely hadn’t minded, if her using him as a scratching post was any indication - that is, until they heard someone walk by their little hiding spot drunkenly singing to themselves. They hadn’t noticed them, and yet Tyler was still crushed against the wall, Wednesday’s clammy hand on his mouth rather than her lips.

“I can hear your heartbeat - why is it going so fast all of a sudden?” Wednesday asked in a whisper, her head pressed against his chest due to their height difference.

Tyler raised an unamused eyebrow at her, and Wednesday huffed and removed her hand, taking a step back. He crossed his arms and leveled a look at her. “Maybe because you’re treating us hooking up like a high stakes heist?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wednesday scowled, looking away.

“You probably gave be a bump on the back of my head because you so badly don’t want to be seen with me.”

“You heal fast.”

“Wednesday,” Tyler insisted.

“Neither of us want the whole school talking about us. It’s not just me.”

“But I don’t care what anyone else thinks!” Tyler said, too loudly, and lowered his voice. “Listen. I get it. I know…that I’m not the most popular guy here. And I get it, why no one likes me. But I can’t have my own girlfriend ashamed of me, too.” Hurt bloomed in his chest at his own words as he realized just how much this had been bothering him.

“What?” Wednesday asked. “Are you stupid?”

“Okay, insults are not helping right now-”

She cut him off. “Let me set one thing straight. I do not care what anyone in this vapid school thinks of me or our relationship. I simply do not want to be the subject of insipid gossip. I get enough of that being Enid’s roommate.” Her eyes were hard but honest.

Tyler paused, hope bleeding into the hurt in his chest. “So you aren’t ashamed of me for massacring the town and your classmates last year?”

Wednesday gave him another look like he was an idiot but with an edge of fondness that made him glow. “Come here,” she said, grabbing his wrist and pulling on him.

“Wow, you’re really manhandling me tonight. Is it the costume? Cause I can wear it again-” Tyler joked, goofy with happiness.

She yanked him into the bustling party. “Hey!” Wednesday shouted, quieting the laughter and talking and commanding the room. “Tyler is my boyfriend, and I am proud of his monstrous tendencies. I want to hear nothing more on the matter,” she said venomously, her eyes warning them to challenge her.

After a moment of silence, Bianca chimed in from the back of the room. “Yeah, we can see your whiskers and nose smeared all over your face. Not exactly subtle,” she said, referring to the makeup Enid had convinced her to wear to complete her costume.

Wednesday turned around and glared at Tyler as if it was his fault. It kind of was, to be honest, but all he could do was smile.

#wyler #weyler #wednesday and tyler #Halloween #holiday #weyler fanfiction #wyler fic #drabble #prompt fill #sprint

[yn-dere]

[2:14 AM]

TW: Extremely dark topics, please practice caution whilst reading.

The headlights of the car flickers softly, illuminating the bushes and trees spreading out across the dead end street. The crickets and the small croaks that I can only guess are coming from frogs, seem to get louder by the passing second. Roaring, almost as if they are small spectators tittle-tattling about this son of a bitch. The night black and bleak, the upended crescent moon frowning over my claustrophobic car. Droplets can be heard on the roof, even the clouds seem to be mourning.

I sigh as I cast my eyes upon the woman laying backseat, her eyes closed as the car lights vaguely reveals her face. My breath hitches as it has been my body's automated response to her for a long time. Along with the sweaty hands and stammering.

I wish it wasn't. I wish I wasn't such a loser. I wish I could conversate with her like a normal person without tripping over myself and falling head first. But it doesn't really matter... she understood me. She understood me and she liked me, she told me she did. Dates after dates, mostly her talking and me shyly chiming in at times. It was all that I treasured, really. At times she would be happy and I would be merry with her, other times I'd happily be her shoulder to cry on. She understood me... or at least I thought she did.

I didn't take her out to a concert for her to be making out with a nuance. I wanted to yell but I was confused! Why was she acting like everything is fine after flipping my entire world upside down? Smiling from ear to ear as we got into the puny car to drive back home. Why did she look so happy? Why kiss HIM on OUR date? Also, why didn't she care? Pulled up to a dead end street after gathering all the courage I had to confront her, and if the current predicament was bad..it worsened with an influx of questions thrown at me by her.

Why was I angry? Why did I care about who she kissed? Why was I acting crazy? We were just friends...?

...Friends?

Even through the dark lighting, I can still see the blood seeping in through the seats, creating dark parallel lines. The huge gaping wound at her neck takes nothing away from her beauty and I could almost swear that my hands were sweating like always, if it weren't for the headlights casting light upon the dark red colour coating them.

I take a deep breath as my thumb hovers over those three digits, leaving blood residue on my phone screen.

....

It's 112, what's your emergency?

Uhh, there has been a murder suicide at the.....end of poe street?

The end of poe street?

Yeah

Okay, do you happen to know any of the victims?

Yes, her name's YN YLN and the perpetrator is uhm... choi-choi soobin?

Oh. Are there any signs of life? Are you sure they're both dead?

She is, yeah and I'll be in a few minutes.

( Leading on someone like yan!soobin wether by accident or deliberately, is not a good idea.. I'm sure you'll agree )

Gif by @yeonjune

#yandere #yandere txt #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #txt x y/n #txt #txt yandere #yandere soobin #choi soobin #txt angst #soobin #soobin yandere #txt scenarios #txt reactions #txt headcanons #soobin scenarios #soobin x reader #soobin x you #yandere yeonjun #yandere beomgyu #yandere taehyun #yandere huening kai

[supernovafeather]

No Future?

FO!Poe x Rebel!Reader

Content : enemy to less enemy, quick mention of sexual content (not explicit), only one bed trope and it's cold trope (?), angst.

Summary: Reader and Poe got stranded on an unknown planet and have been forced to cohabitate for several months and wait for a rescue team to help them out.

The cold attempting in vain to bite your skin refused to weaken and your own stubborness started to falter. After over a month spent at hiding in a lone First Order tent in the middle of a perpetual blizzard on this remote planet, you realized how much the microcosm constituting your present life had changed.

“I've known opinionated rebels but you still deserve to be considered as their queen. Congratulations.”

Poe himself wasn't the same anymore and despite his dark uniform that got affected by the frozen bitterness from the outside world a while ago, he could have passed for a tired – and tiresome – Resistance fighter that stranded with his co-pilot. But no, he remained the First Order guy that crashed down just as pathetically as you did. And whether he liked it or not, he didn't have the qualifications to keep on taunting you.

“At least I'm not the one on the verge of losing my hands with some stupid plan.” You spat at him as you watched the man digging on the hard and cold ground in a tent corner.

Over a month in his company in such a tight space could have driven you crazy much sooner. The only thing that managed to keep you sane enough to protect your survival instinct was the surprisingly good entente between the both of you. The dozen of blankets of different sizes you managed to bring back from hasted expeditions conducted in the nearby ghost town also helped a lot, even when it meant you had to cuddle with a sworn enemy every night.

“Here you go, another stupid plan of mine,” he grunted, “tell me when I get clever for a change.”

“I'm only human, I have to talk. I can't keep silent forever.”

“And then you complain whenever I say anything and yet you say something as blank and obvious as the mere fact that you are human.”

Discussions formed a seemingly eternal circle in such an uninteresting environment. The morning would start smoothly in a sleepy and warm atmosphere as you had all the time in the world to wake up properly. Then you would eat some animal hunted the day before and protected by a layer of snow right by the tent entrance as you complimented each other's cooking skills. Then you would complain about each other's cooking skills and how awful those kind of moles would taste like anyway. Then arguments would last for several hours as you tried to figure out a plan.

At last you would fall asleep both on your side of the island of blanket filling a good part of the tent before gathering at the same spot to share some warmth. That, every day without an exception for over a month.

At some point you started to pray a god you didn't even believed in to get a loophole even if that meant your new companion's death. After all he was a First Order pilot that killed countless of your pilots.

“Just shut up for five minutes, or even for the rest of the day,” you replied sourly.

“Then move your ass from there and come help me!”

“There is nothing to reach down there!”

This predicament was certainly starting to affect his sanity as well. For a few days he has had that weird obsession of using an old broken shovel to dig a hole big enough to create some tunnel. He never really explained anything but it seemed to be a matter of expending the living space in this recluded shelter.

“Do you have any idea of the amount of energy you are spending to get that done,” you asked with a sigh, “we are running out of meat and they're getting rarer outside, and you barely progressed.”

“Bad faith.”

Swallowing back the venimous insults that threatened to leave your mouth, you lied back into the blanket as you watched him digging desperately. After two weeks he barely managed to take off enough dirt for the ground to come up to his knee level. Poe's hygiene declined quickly between the sweat and dirt and lack of access to a shower, and fortunately you were starting to get accustomed to that part of him – not that you believed yourself to be in a better condition yourself and maybe he deserved some merit for his tolerance.

Instead of arguing any further, you did shut your mouth but his grunts and muffled swearings were getting seriously on your nerves. Sir Dameron woke up in a bad mood and got obsessed and frustrated even more than usual about his tasks.

“Going outside.”

The metal sound stopped as he watched you put some thick clothes above your own rebel pilot outfit. Two pairs of gloves, three pairs of sockets, a damaged woolen hat and some protective old school pilot glasses on and you were outside, crawling to the area preserved from the blizzard thanks to your two partially disassembled that took the shape of a wall surrounding the southern side exposed to the hostile elements. The noises it created worried you to no end during the first week, but despite the windy scream and the metal parts creaking and trembling you now felt relieved. Finally. Poe shut up.

It created some narrow court behind the grey tent. Cold, sterile if not for the tiny grass growing here and there under the thich layer of snow, but comforting. You gathered some to put it down all over the thent edges so the breeze couldn't infiltrate the gaps. Here you were getting too hot with your clothes but you had no will to go back inside.

You didn't hate Poe. It was quite the opposite actually but living the same thing without anything new to say didn't permit you to enjoy his personality at its full potential. Such a warm soul was surprising for a famous First Order soldier and it hurt. He would be the kind of guy drinking some strong alcohol with his friends while making fun of your brothers and sisters killed in combat befire falling asleep like a drunk baby with a stupid smile on his handsome face, maybe with a gorgeous woman by his side that found him amazing for being himself.

You couldn't believe it. Poe followed you and was now crawling against the ground to get out of the tent in his pants and shirt, his dark hair still wet with perspiration.

“Kriff,” you exclaimed with your arms crossed, “go dig your hole if that's so important to you but stop harassing me!”

“Please help I'm freezing.”

You did as asked because he remained polite, your teeth clenched as you got him back onto his feet. The poor bastard seemed to have been boiling inside and some steam spiraled up from his skin as he grimaced at the temperature difference, his hair covered in melting snow.

“Don't tell me I need to tell you to go back inside to cover yourself,” you growled.

“I saw you were consolidating that stuff so I wanted to help.”

“I don't need help to add snow. I just have to bend over and pick it up. Go back inside you're going to freeze.”

“No. I like quiet places,” he argued.

“Enjoy it then.”

You gave up and walked past the few chaotic layers of metal surrounding the tent and finally you reached your favorite place on this planet. The blizzard died down just enough so the violent twirling winds couldn't blind you completely, and the nigtmarish landscape beneath your eyes deployed its full beauty for you only. Around 9 miles high, the gigantic blueish and whitish cliffs dominated the desolated scenery where nothing could survive apart some resilient and almost unknown viruses you wished to never get infected by. Poe and you got lucky to crash so high and in a concentred spot, at around 8 miles high. Down there you would have died in less than ten minutes. You could distinguish some grass patches under the thick fog. You had no idea of where you were exactly. Gigantic frozen cliffs surrounded that place and the eerie atmosphere now started to freak you out. Maybe Poe wasn't such a bad company. You mourned your rescue a few days ago. No one could get onto that planet safely, and no one could get off of it, especially with no ship.

“Booh.”

The pair of arms snaking around your waist made your heart drop almost at the bottom of the cliff but at least got you rid off your anxiety rising at the view before your eyes. Poe put his own polar clothes on and held tight at you as he talked next to your ear.

“Come back inside, the radar warned of a...”

The sudden silence knocked the air out of your lungs and you followed Poe without complaining. Usually whenever a blizzard died down it was the sign of a bigger one coming, so intense that nature itself had to breathe in shortly to concentrate all its strength on this cursed planet. Breaks only lasted for a couple of minutes.

After a quick run you got to crawl next to each other to get some moles burried deep down, then gather snow to seal the tent entrance completely.

“Here you go, now that's better.” Poe sighed in relief as he lied down on the blankets with his clothes soaked with melting snow. “Now we only have to wait for it to end. Nothing like warm blankets and dubious squishy meat here.”

“It's going to be hard for a few days, there's not much.”

“Not that kind of squishy meat but no problem if you want some.”

It was part of your life now, to laugh at that silly joke while knowing that yes, you were going to have all the time in the world to warm up with him again. You were condemned on that cliff and didn't know how long that would last.

No one told you how long or short forever could be, especially without any hope for a brighter future.

- - - - -

Thank you for reading, please reblog if you liked it ! ☺️

@queen-of-elves @laura-naruto-fan1998 @thepowerthismanhasoverme @justmasblack

#oscar isaac #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #dark fic #fo!poe x you #fo!poe x reader #first order poe

[quobird]

‘The Force is laughing at us,’ Poe thought as he gathered his unconscious husband from the hot desert sand into his arms.

Finn was the Jedi and here he was, lights out to the world (or whatever world this was). Poe grunted as he put Finn’s arm over his shoulder. He could’ve put his whole body over his shoulder, but his back was aching from the long fall.

It was a miracle—or perhaps the Force—that they were both still alive and not had their blood paint the sand red, their insides rolling off the hills.

The last thing Poe remembered before waking up in the sweltering heat and dust in his eyes was accompanying Finn, Ben, Grogu and Rey on exploring an “abandoned Jedi Temple” near the Unknown Regions. It called to the four in their dreams. Poe came along, arguing that he was technically the oldest and that they needed a pilot and emotional support. Really, he was worried.

The temple calling to all of them at once—that should’ve been a red flag. Poe didn’t even have the Force and even he thought the possibility of another Jedi Temple near the end of the known galaxy was suspicious after all these years. After Thrawn, after Ben’s brief fall and after the reinstatement of the New Jedi Order, why now? Why make its presence known? Was there a new adventure to be had? A new danger?

Now that Poe was stuck dealing with the predicament that he and Finn were in, the answer was a definite yes.

They all got separated in the temple. A few blinks and their companions were gone. Poe was lucky that Finn held his hand tightly into the mysterious place.

“Finn,” Poe had exhaled shakily. He didn’t realize that he was holding his breath. “Is this some sort of Jedi test?”

His husband had chuckled nervously. “I hope not. But it probably is.” Finn had then suddenly tilted his head to the right, a motion reserved for Force-sensitives when sensing something important in the Force.

“There!” He’d gestured towards the bright blue wisp that had appeared at the end of the nearby corridor. “I think it’s going to lead us to something!”

“Are you sure—“ Poe had started but yelped when he was tugged towards it by Finn. The Jedi didn’t take his eyes off it, like he was entranced.

“Finn..”

Whispers echoed the walls as they came closer to the blue light. Finn’s grip was strong. The hand not holding Poe’s arm was outstretched. All at once, the blue light pulsed, then grew—

“Finn!”

Poe nearly collapsed on his face from exhaustion. Finn was nearly slipping from his arms. They were both too hot and sweaty in this weather.

Where were they?

How long was he walking for?

Poe had tried contacting anyone he knew from his comms earlier. Didn’t work. He also had a feeling that if Finn was awake, he wouldn’t sense any of their friends either.

He shouted for help a mile earlier. Still nothing.

A few sand hills later, they both collapsed. Finn still asleep. Poe heaved gasps of air, if you could call it that. Really, the pilot thought he was swallowing sand.

Moisture gathered in his eyes. Sweat? Tears? Both?

Both. He felt so gone, his limbs felt like they were taken off. If only he could lie down here—

Poe sat up. No, he couldn’t just give up. He had to understand the situation they got themselves in. Find out where the others were. Where THEY are.

This COULD be a Jedi test. Poe needed to help Finn with this puzzle. Then once he wakes, maybe he would have the answers. The clues usually happened in visions, he remembered.

He narrowed his eyes and put his hand up to his face to shield it from the sun—

Wait, what? Why were there two suns? How many planets did Poe know that had two suns? They were in a desert, right? And who had lived in a desert with two suns?

In the distance! A speeder was heading towards them!

“Hey! Hey!” Poe called out, waving his arms. “Hey!”

The speeder glided across the sand, stopping right next to them. A small but safe distance was kept between them. The man—no, boy— stepped off the speeder. He was in a parka with goggles and a bucket hat on his head, looking goofy but practical.

“You guys need help?” The kid asked. “You guys look—“

“Terrible?” Poe smiled. “We’ve seen better days. Listen, my partner and I lost our way here and he needs some medical attention. He’s been out for too long.”

“You don’t have any mode of transport?”

“I’ve been walking.” Always tell some sort of the truth. Those are the best lies.

“Okay,” The kid said, sighing. “My family’s homestead is near here. I can take you there so you guys can rest. I don’t think my aunt would mind.”

“That’s good. Thank you.” Poe looked over to Finn. No change but a furrow to his brow.

They both got onto the boy’s speeder with little difficulty.

“I’m Poe, by the way. My partner here is Finn.”

The kid looked back. A big smile grew on his face.

“I’m Luke.”

‘Kriff.’

#Star Wars au #sw sequels #finnpoe #Luke Skywalker #Star Wars #the mandolorian #Jedi Ben solo yeah ik he’s not here rn but I just needed to clarify #au in an au? more likely than you think #sw rebels #sw clone wars #finn is a Skywalker #force is bs #my fic #poe dameron #finn star wars

[mishwanders]

• Ruby(OC) & Chris Hackett • Blood Harmony •

Summary: Ruby and Chris have a quiet morning to themselves and contemplate the coming future with the new year at Hackett’s Quarry.

Warnings: Some talk about Chris Hackett as a werewolf, mention of Ruby’s weapons, but other than that, safe for everyone! 1.4k words.

Author’s Notes: a part of the horror gift exchange with @firstaidspray! Ruby is her OC and she was so much fun to write! Thank you for trusting me to write your character, it was a pleasure!

It was a quiet, early morning in the Hackett household, save for the soft, yet sharp tinkling sounds of the wind chimes on the front porch and the gentle coo of mourning doves in trees outside the window. Ruby let out a small sigh as she gently roused from her sleep, feeling the warmth of Chris’ arms around her, holding her close. Her face and hand rested against his chest and she could hear the thrum of his beating heart, a rhythm that could easily relax her nerves, a rhythm that could set her free from her worries.

Well, most of them.

Ruby knew about the rather sticky situation the Hackett’s had found themselves in, the curse that had been placed on them when the kids, Caleb and Kaylee, attempted to help a young boy who’d been caged away, his only purpose on this earth being that as an act in a traveling side show. As much as Ruby felt for the poor kid, she couldn’t help but wonder if that cage was more of a means of protection for everyone else, himself included. Regardless, she knew their predicament, that their share of kindness chained them to the moon’s wishes and whims, like the ebb of a tide or rather a dog on a leash.

It wasn’t so bad all the time. Most nights they were human in every way possible, happy, healthy as any could be. But on the nights when the moon was full and high in the sky, the Hackett’s were cursed to transform into werewolves, the human parts of themselves then brought to the mercy of the beast who harbored within, waiting to burst out from beneath their skin.

As a matter of fact, Ruby didn’t mind that very much. Of course she wanted to help them stop it, to help find them a way to have their lives back again, but now she’d found herself very aware of the phases of the moon, a bit more cautious when she was out in the woods, a bit more understanding when they all became a bit irritable when to full moon grew closer.

And of course, she had her means of protection herself. A silver plated, serrated combat knife with the family name on it; a silver colt double action revolver - a heirloom along with some silver bullets. But her favorite one had to have been the first gift that Chris had given her for the six month anniversary. It was a silver bracelet with a heart shaped ruby charm which encased a hidden blade within. As her eyes slowly began to open, it was one of the first things she saw as the morning sunlight slowly began to pour in through the window, causing the ruby to decorate the room in a subtle light, like stained glass painting the ceiling and the walls in a warm red glow.

Chris slowly began to rouse too, taking in a deep breath. Ruby moved her hand off of his chest, out of the light, and up to caress his cheek. She gently kissed the other cheek and gave him a warm smile. Chris couldn’t help but give her a cheeky grin as he chuckled.

“Bein’ sweet on me so early?” He groggily asked, squeezing her tighter in his arms.

“What’d you mean? I can be sweet on you anytime I want!” Ruby chuckled in return. “Which, speaking of sweets -”

“You want hot chocolate?” Chris asked as if he had read her mind.

Ruby nodded and hummed, “Mhm.”

Chris breathed a laugh, “Let me get up and I’ll make you some.”

Ruby stretched her arms closer to his neck, curling up into him. “But then that means we have to get out of this warm bed…”

“But you get greeted with a hot drink. Besides, I think the kids are still asleep anyway. We could sit outside on the swing and have a nice quiet morning together.” He stated, trying to tempt her out of bed.

Ruby considered before sighing and giving him one more kiss. “Fine.”

She released him from her arms and rolled aside. Chris got out of bed and made his way out the door in his pajamas, proceeding to bee-line it for the coffee maker and kettle. Meanwhile, Ruby got out of bed and made her way into the bathroom to proceed to wake up more by washing her face and brushing her teeth. When that was done she stepped into the kitchen, hearing the drip of coffee, the not-so-subtle whistle of the kettle on the gas stove whistling its tune. Chris took that one off, making her hot chocolate first before pouring himself a hot cup of plain, black coffee. He handed Ruby’s mug to her and the two proceeded to silently tiptoe their way down the hall, through the living room, and out the front door without waking the kids. Easier said than done with the creaking of the cool wood floor beneath their feet. But once they were finally outside, they were in the clear.

The two of them made their way across the old creaking porch, settling on the wooden swing covered in outdoor pillows and an old wool blanket. Chris placed his left arm protectively around her shoulders and Ruby snuggled up into his embrace, happily taking a sip of her hot chocolate. The sweetness of it caused a satisfied smile to erupt across her face, the heat of the liquid warming her body against the gentle breeze of the morning air. She and Chris continued to take sips of their respective drinks, watching as the trees gently swayed, as the sun continued to creep up over them, decorating the ground and the front porch in its warm light, draping over the earth like a warm blanket. Ruby couldn’t help but watch the mourning doves as they settled on the bird feeder by the trees, noticing the squirrels trying to reach it as well, listening still to the wind play its sweet song on the chimes.

Chris cleared his throat and Ruby looked up at him, seeing the thoughtful look on his face. He’d been mulling over something for quite some time now. “Hey Ruby, about last night -”

“Yeah, hon?” Ruby asked, remembering how close he held her in his arms in the shower the night before, the muffled cries he tried to keep down as he let his walls crumble before her.

Chris gently squeezed her arm as she called him that. He felt as if the words were caught in his chest, in his throat, but he knew he needed to get them out. The words couldn’t stay trapped in a cage. He needed to let her know how he felt. “Thank you for still being here, for loving me despite… what I am. None of this has really been easy, to say the least. But it means a lot to me, a-and to the kids that you’ve decided to stick around, that you’ve decided to-”

Ruby reached up her hand to caress his cheek, gently rubbing her thumb along his stubble. It was a simple gesture, but it was one she knew would reach him the best. It always had. “Chris, I loved you before I knew about it and I love you now. You’re still the same Chris to me, no matter what.”

“You mean that?” He asked, his gaze softening along with the tension in his shoulders.

Ruby nodded, “I do. Just because you’ve been cursed, doesn’t mean you're not the man I love. It’s just an added situation to this. One that I know we can find a way to handle together.”

Chris leaned his head down, touching his forehead to hers. “What did I ever do to deserve someone as sweet as you?”

Ruby grinned, “By just being you. I love you, hon.”

Chris smiled back, gently kissing her forehead, before placing his hand on the side of her head, allowing her to rest on his shoulder.

“I love you too, Ruby.”

#the quarry #chris hackett #chris hackett x oc #horror bang exchange 2023 #Spotify

[greywoodrpg]

𝕟𝕠𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕

they appears as though they were born forty-three years ago but are actually over one hundred, are a vampire and live in mystic grove as a librarian at greywood historic library, and are in no coterie. they look an awful lot like tom hiddleston.

"I am half agony, half hope."

Noelle was proud of being a witch, they were quite a good at it in fact, but a terrible decision one evening changed the course of their life. All because of one stupid book that had been in their family for generations, one that they had foolishly thought they could yield, surely they were powerful enough to control it and with the added plus of extending their life, what could go wrong? Even after warnings from their family to let it be, that somethings were best not to be tested, Noelle made the decision that they knew better, they would prove to their parents and relatives just how great of a witch they were, how wrong they had been, the one rule they had to keep and they broke it and now there is a curse upon them. Heart no longer beating, a never ending coldness, the burn of the sun and worse of all being casted out from the family that they held so dear. It all came as a shook and with their new found predicament Noelle had to find their footing alone, hiding away in shame of what they had done. Time passed and the former witch now vampire lost sense of the world outside, leaving only when necessary. It was during one of their travels to London that Noel heard rumors of a place, a town named Greywood, in those stories they found a spark of hope, maybe a place to start a new and so they arranged plans to move. They have now lived in Greywood for a year. 

“what power did they attain when settling in greywood?”

Botanokinesis, to their surprise Noelle found themselves able to control and manipulate the plants and the vegetation around them, always having an affinity to nature it was a welcome gift.

penned by... poe

#town rp #mature rp #oc rp #supernatural rp #horror rp #literate rp #taken #tom hiddleston fc #vampire

[howlingday]

Jaune/Nora Text:

Jaune: Nora, I need your help!

Nora: Help with what?

Jaune: I am up to my fucking nips in puppet dick!

Nora: Well, you like that stuff, right? We all know this.

Jaune: I am lost in a sea of felt grundle, and I need you to pull me out!

Jaune: Long, scatchy cotton cock sweeps under my chin as muppet muff mauls my eyes!

Nora: Well, look at it this way: you're here because you love it.

Nora: Also, nice wordplay.

Jaune: I feel like you aren't taking my predicament of puppet prostate pounding perpetually into my proboscis with any peril.

Nora: Because I'm not.

Nora: Wanna hear a poem about this?

Jaune: GOD NO

Nora: Shut up yes you do

Nora: Armageddon beckons close

Nora: As muppet cooch is left morose

Nora: Puppet peen, in eyes it stares

Nora: At one so bold who dare

Nora: Pubic fibers from high and low

Nora: Leave carnal hungers ebbing slow

Nora: Alas, poor Jaune, lost in time

Nora: As fluffy grundle tempts sublime

Jaune: Okay, very cute, Ms. Allen Poe.

Jaune: Are you going to help me?

Nora: No.

#rwby #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #homestuck