#didn't poe have a rival?

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I'm dissapointed in the lack of bsd ocs that are based off of authors.

Y'all! There are so many famous authors and you're telling me that none of them have been adapted into bsd ocs??? Where my Shakespeare oc? Where's my Doyle oc? Like picture it Hinton with an ability based on the outsiders!!!! that be fucking wild!

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men - Threes*me With Their Rival

Pairings: Dazai & Fyodor, Atsushi & Akutagawa, Ranpo & Poe, Dazai & Chuuya

❗WARNINGS❗: Threesome, Smut, MDNI, biting, slapping, squirting, hickeys, breeding kink, blowjob, anal, overstimulation, whimpering, praise, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤 & 💜FYODOR💜

You don't know what how it happened, but you found yourself on a bed with Dazai and Fyodor on top of you, kissing every inch of your skin. They seem the type to not like sharing, but somehow they made an exception. They both used their fingers and tongues to get you ready for the main course.

When they thought it was time. Fyodor picked you up. Your legs were wrapped around his body as he plunged his cock deep inside you all in one thrust. You digged your nails into his skin as you whimpered. You and him both shuddered from the sudden sensation of pleasure and slight pain.

"Relax a little, moya lyubov. Ngh~ You're too tight it almost hurts" Fyodor said in a breathy, kind voice

"That's because you didn't ease her into it" Dazai said

You felt Dazai's chest against your back and the head of his dick by your butt. His hands helping Fyodor to hold you up "You have to do it slow and sensual.. like this"

Dazai slowly pushed himself inside you. He knew you didn't have much experience with anal sex, so he didn't want to hurt you. Dazai kissed your lips, muffling your moan, to distract you from the pain and whispered comforting words in your ear to make it easier for you.

He was now fully inside you "Do you feel every inch of me, bella~?" He asked teasingly while kissing your cheek, since you were blushing. He looks at Fyodor "Sometimes fast isn't better"

"Of course, but we both know she wants us to ruin her.. isn't that right, Myshka~?" Fyodor smirks at you

You looked away while nodding, trying to hide your embarrassment Fyodor chuckles quietly "See?"

Dazai smiles "Well let's not waste time then"As if they both read each others minds, they started to thrust into you at the same time, making you moan loudly.

You felt full, but it felt amazing. They were hitting parts of you that you didn't even know existed and only offered you pleasure. "Wow, bella~ mnn~ you really are perfect hah~ You feel undescribable~" Dazai said moaning in your ear

"Ngh~ if I relax even a little, I won't be able to compose myself if you squeeze me this tightly, Myshka~" Fyodor put his forehead against yours

Dazai's right hand caressed your breast and played with your bud, making you arch your back against him while gasping "Your skin is as soft as rose pedals, bella~"His hand decided to go towards your clit and rub circles around it. You moaned louder "mmnn~ so wet~" Dazai whispered in your ear

Fyodor kissed your cheek "Your voice is so intoxicating~"

"Heh~ why thank you" Dazai jokingly responded to Fyodor

Fyodor gave him a slightly disgusted look "I wasn't talking to you" Fyodor's focus was back to you. He kissed your neck and left some hickeys on your collarbone "Your so glamorous with your legs spread like this~"You laid your head on Dazai's chest.

It was becoming too much for you "Can't take too much of this~"

Dazai tilted his head slightly at you "Hm? Mmn~ Bella, the only reason why your in this situation is because you were too much for us. we're just returning the favor~"

"Ngh~ Don't act like you don't like it, lyubov~ as a matter of fact your close aren't you?" Fyodor said while looking down to see his cock go in and out of you

"Ah~ Do you really want us to stop, love?" Dazai looked at you with curiosity

"No, don't stop~! It feels so good~" Fyodor and Dazai chuckle at your cuteness. Dazai looks at Fyodor with a sly smile "agh~ well we should give what my princess wants, right?~"

"Hah~ She's not yours, but I suppose we should" They both suddenly go at a faster pase, somehow going deeper inside you and even getting bigger. Dazai bit your neck kindly, leaving a mark as Fyodor kissed your lips, muffling your loud moans and exploring your mouth with his tongue.

You felt both of them hit your g-spot at the same time which made gasp. You moaned louder "AH~! Fyodor~ Dazai~ too good~ I'm cumming~!" You felt both of them throb aggressively after you moaned their names

"oh, bella~ how am I supposed to control myself when you moan my name like that~? Ah~! I'm cumming too~"

"Don't hold back, lyubov~ show me how much I satisfy you mmn~ I'm at my limit~"

With one final deep thrust you all came together moaning and grunting loudly and trembling. You felt your body become more full from their cum filling you up. The feeling of their hot cum leaking out of you made you go over the edge. You then squirted on Fyodor while moaning and arching your back, Your right hand clenched on Dazai's hair from the intensity. Dazai and Fyodor looked at you shocked, but then slowly start to smile.

Fyodor kissed your lips "so beautiful~" he whispered. Dazai grabs your chin to make you look at him, then kisses your lips "I think you made me more addicted to you, y/n~"

They pulled themselves out of you. Their cocks covered in their own cum and your fluids. You felt so empty you wanted them back inside you. "So, Bella, who was better?"

You tired eyes widen slightly as you look at Dazai "huh?"

"Who was better, myshka? Me or him?" Fyodor looks at you with curiosity

"I-... I don't know. You were both incredible...I'd say it's a tie" you smile sheepishly. You were telling the truth though.

They both look at eachother "that won't do" Dazai sighs

"I think we need another round to settle this, correct?" Fyodor asked Dazai, making your heart skip a beat

Dazai smirks "Indeed we do!" Dazai looks at you "what do you say, bella? Do you want us to ruin you even more~?"

Fyodor looks at you too "tell us what you want, myshka~"

You blushed, but you bluntly said "I... Wouldn't mind one bit"

💚RANPO💚 & ❤️POE❤️

You were on the bed, naked, on all fours. Ranpo was fucking you from behind while Poe was fucking your mouth. Droll was leaking from your mouth as you sucked the life out of Poe. Ranpo would squeeze and caress your ass and sometimes slap it, making you moan which only sent vibrations to Poe's cock. You all moaned and whimpered from the pleasure

When Poe felt your tongue wrapped around him for the first time, he almost came on the spot. He's been dreaming about this moment for so long and he can finally be able to cum inside your mouth. Ranpo has been waiting to be with you for a long time too. So he's naturally excited to be able to make you cum and to fill you up.

"You get tighter everytime I slap you- ah~! Your so lewd~" Ranpo moaned

"Your mouth feels amazing, dear~ it's the best- Mnn~!" Poe put a hand on the side of your head

Since you three have been going at it for awhile now, Ranpo felt his release "Yeah~ I'm cumming~ tighter, sugar~!"

Poe also felt his release "Can't hold on- MNN~!" Their thrusts became faster until they both came at the same time.

Feeling Their cum fill you up and hearing their loud whimpers made you cum right after them. You were all trembling from your orgasms and eventually, Ranpo and Poe pulled themselves out of you while panting.

Ranpo then collects his thought and asks "What do you say we switch?"

You and Poe look at him confused "It's obvious that Poe wants to be inside you and I want to feel your tongue wrapped around me~" Ranpo bluntly said

You and Poe blush. Poe was stuttering over his words which made Ranpo laugh "don't deny it Poe and I know you want that too, sugar. So turn around~"

He was right about you. You might've been sensitive and tired, but you still wanted more. You then turned your body, now facing Ranpo and Poe's hands caressed your ass. They were both already hard again and ready for another round. You kissed Ranpo's cock before you entered his cock into your mouth and Poe thrusted his cock inside you gently. You all moaned together and began going at a steady pace.

"Mmn~! Your drooling all over me already~?" Ranpo asked with a smirk

You felt Poe's cock twitching. He's been waiting to be inside you for so long and he's finally doing it "So tight~ I'm sensitive from before- ah~! I won't last much longer, darling~" Poe begins to thrust faster, becoming desperate to feel more of your walls

Ranpo followed Poe's pace and whimpered loudly "Same here~ your sucking the life out of me, sugar ngh~! Im so close~"

Your moans were muffled by a mouthful of Ranpo. You could feel your release coming soon too the more Poe skillfully thrusted into your cunt "MMN~! A-Amazing~" Poe moaned

"Hm? Does someone like sucking on my cock~? Ah~! How can someone's mouth feels this good? Mmn~!"

His praise made you more tight around Poe. Poe gasps "Your- mmn~! soaking me with your cum. God, it feels like heaven~"

You all suddenly felt electricity of pleasure. Your bodies getting ready to cum aggressively. Ranpo and Poe thrusts become quick "mmnph~! c-cumming~! Ah~! I'm gonna cum~!" Ranpo screamed with his mouth agape and drooling

"AH~! C-can take it anymore- mmn~! Cumming~! Ngh~!" Poe whimpered

You all came together again, but your orgasms being more intense than the first. Your moans were louder than before too. You felt their cocks throb more as they shot their load inside you. You swallowed Ranpo's cum and you felt cum leak out of you. You bodies trembled and almost gave out, but As soon as you caught your breaths it's was almost like you gained consciousness again.

When they finally pulled themselves out, you collapsed on the bed. They followed your action and collapsed next to your body. "Well I knew that was going to feel amazing, but I didn't think it'd feel THAT good" Ranpo chuckles

"Did you enjoy yourself, dear?" Poe looks at you"It felt amazing"

you tiredly smiled "that took a lot out of me.. but not like I'm complaining" you mumbled the last part but it was loud enough for them to hear. Poe blushed from your words as Ranpo smiles widely "I think you should start getting used to it, sugar~ we all enjoyed it better than we thought we would. right, Poe?"

Poe blushes "i- I mean! I wouldn't say I'm against the idea"

"Well, sugar?" Ranpo tilts his head waiting for your answer

You blush "it feels too good to resist, so of course I wouldn't mind"

💙ATSUSHI💙 & ❤️AKUTAGAWA❤️

If someone told you that Akutagawa and Atsushi would fuck you at the same time you would think they were crazy, but some how here you guys are. Atsushi was behind you and Akutagawa was in front of you. They were both carrying you as they fucked you and filled you with their cocks

Akutagawa wasn't as vocal as Atsushi, but his grip on your legs was tighter than his. They both throbbed inside you and hit you in all then right places

"Don't pay any attention to him- mph-! Look at me" Akutagawa says to you

"Mmn~ well don't forget I'm here too" Atsushi moans

You responded "Im focused on both of you- mmn~ please don't fight~"

Akutagawa scoffs quietly. He then begins to kindly kiss your neck "so good~" you heard him say in the most quiet whisper

Atsushi begins to kiss your ears "your so beautiful, y/n~ mph~! Just when I thought I couldn't be more addicted to you~"

Akutagawa decides to caress your breasts with one of his hands, making you moan and arch your back against Atsushi. When he felt how soft and plush they were, he couldn't get his hand away. Seeing his hand on your chest made him feel like you were really his and let out some small, quiet whimpers

Atsushi slid his hand down to your clit and rubs it in circles gently. You clenched around their cocks tighter as you moaned louder "mmn~! Atsushi~ Akutagawa~ ah~ this feels amazing~ please don't stop~"

They groaned from your sudden tightness and you moaning their names. Your praise and plea also made them throb aggressively. They naturally thrusted faster and deeper

"Your becoming too much for me y/n~ ah~! You feel amazing~!" Atsushi whimpered

"Your too tight, you idiot- ngh~! How do you expect me to last if you do that? Mn~" Akutagawa grunts

You decided to kiss Akutagawa, startling him, but he kissed back. He groaned louder into the kiss since it was muffled. You pulled away from the kiss to kiss Atsushi next. His kisses were tender yet full of lust and passion. You pulled away from the kiss as you felt both if them hit your g-spot over and over.

You were close and moaned "I'm c-cumming~! F-faster~ Atsushi~ Akutagawa~"

As soon as you said that, their pace became rough and quick. Slapping and moaning was all that could be heard and only overwhelming pleasure could be felt. The more their cocks rubbed against your wet, tight walls they were also at their limits.

"Too good~! I-im cumming too~ ah~!" Atsushi whimpered

"Ngh~! I can't hold on anymore~" Akutagawa groaned

With two deep thrusts, they came inside you, making you cum with them as you felt them fill you up. You all moaned together loudly from your climaxes, quivering together as well. You were all panting as you were calming down from your high's. When they pulled out, you felt their cum drip out of you which honestly turned you on. Seeing their cum drip out of you made them blush, but they were enjoying the sight.

They laid you down on the bed with a towel underneath you. Atsushi kisses your forehead and tiredly says "I'll prepare you a bath, love"

While Atsushi was going towards the bathroom, Akutagawa used his ability to push him on the bed again "Stay put. I'll do it" he said while going towards the bathroom

Atsushi looks at him confused, but looks at you again "Uhh then I'll go get you some food and water-"

Akutagawa used his ability again to keep him still "I said stay put-"

Atsushi gave him a 'can you stop?' face "This isn't about you, man. It's about her-"

Before things could end up with them literally killing each other, you said "A bath, food, and water sound amazing"

Akutagawa released his ability to let Atsushi go. Atsushi then gets up to go to the kitchen, but Akutagawa whispered something in his ear "Don't be fooled into thinking just because tonight we shared her doesn't mean I like you now. Don't forget I will kill you, weretiger. Can't have her ending up with someone by the likes of you"

Atsushi sighed "Just remember our deal. I wouldn't be too fond of her ending up with you either"

🖤DAZAI🖤 & 🧡CHUUYA🧡

You don't know how, but you found yourself naked, on your bed, with Dazai and Chuuya caressing and kissing your body with no clothes on. You were all laying on your sides. Dazai being in front of you and Chuuya behind you. Dazai wraps one of your legs around his hips as Chuuya holds onto your waist

Their cocks skillfully thrusted into you and filled you completely. They hit every inch of you which fueled you with pleasure and their moans turned you on. Chuuya cups your face and connects your lips together with a soft kiss "Your gorgeous you know?" His eyes glowed with sincerity

Dazai then cups your face to force you to look at him and kisses you "Eyes on me, Bella~ Chuuya doesn't matter as much" he smirks into the kiss

Chuuya suddenly bites your neck making you pull away from Dazai's lips and gasp "mn~ Bastard, you really think she doesn't want some of me too?" Chuuya says while kissing the bite mark

"Not as much as me~" Dazai kisses your cheek

Chuuya scoffs "Whatever helps you sleep at night"

"The only reason why we're on our side is because Chuuya is too short to carry you. Hah~ Isn't that embarrassing?" Dazai whispered while kissing your neck, making hickeys

"Shut the hell up you fucking bastard! Ngh~! And seeing how tight she's squeezing my cock says she's enjoying herself. Isn't that right, doll~?"

"Mmn~! Yeah, you both feel amazing~"

Dazai and Chuuya slightly smirk with joy and suddenly thrust faster. Your moaning becoming louder. One of your hands grabs onto the back of Chuuya head, pulling onto his hair, and your other hand held behind Dazai's neck. Trying to keep both of them as close as possible

"F-fuck~! Doll, if you keep squeezing me like this ah~ I won't be able to hold on much longer~"

"I hate to say this, but I agree with you ngh~! You just want our cum that much, bella? What a little slut you are~" Dazai teases

You arch your back which only make them go deeper inside you "Too deep~ ah~! it feels too good~!"

"Don't you like it deep though? Mmn~! You ruined your own sheets because of how dripping wet you are~" Dazai says while Chuuya caresses your breasts

"Agh~ it makes it so easy for us to push our cocks deep inside you~" Chuuya says while Dazai presses his hand on your stomach and feels how deep he is inside you

"Mph~! And your throbbing tells us you want to cum~" Dazai moans

"Your about to cum, aren't you darling~?" Chuuya nibbles your ear

"Ngh~! Y-yes, I'm so close~! Please don't stop~ faster Chuuya~, Dazai~" You felt them both throb aggressively

"Ahh~! Say my name again, Bella mmn~ it sounds beautiful when you moan it~"

"Yeah, doll~ ngh~! Scream my name~ hah~ it turns me on so much~!"

You started to moan their names loudly which made their thrusts more animalistic. All of you moaning loudly and gripping onto each other, most likely leaving bruises.

"S-shit! Gonna cum~!" Chuuya moans

"Just like that, Bella~ f-fuck, I'm cumming~!"

You all then cum together, whimpering, grunting and moaning loudly as your climaxes take over your whole body. Their hot, sticky cum was deep and filled you to the brim, some of it flowing out of you and onto the sheets. You three were catching your breaths. Chuuya's forehead was on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind and Dazai presses his forehead against yours, also hugging you.

"That was better than I thought it would be" you said in a breathy whisper and tired eyes

"It would've been better if it was just us" Chuuya says tiredly

"I don't think you would do as good of a job like me" Dazai looks at Chuuya with a tired, sly smile

"Keep fucking lying to yourself" Chuuya harshly responds

"Guys, shut up" you sighed

"He started it!" They both said at the same time while looking at you

You scoffed "If you guys are so amazing...then where is my after care?"

You looked at both of them They look at eachother for a long second. Dazai then smiles widely and wraps his arms around you and snuggles into your cheek "I'll keep my belladonna company while you go get some towels and water for us!"

"Uh-! You Bastard! Your just too lazy to get up aren't you?!"

"Cuddling is a very important factor in aftercare. who wouldn't want the one you care for to snuggle with you after a passionate night?" He gives you a big kiss on your cheek

Chuuya grumbled before giving you a peck on the lips and getting out of bed to go towards the bathroom to get a bath ready for (only) you "Your just making excuses! Don't expect me to give YOU, an ass for brains, aftercare too!"

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Devil's night [S. R.]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 4k

summary: Spencer is excited about his Halloween plans and you join him.

Directly based on episode 6x06, because I felt so bad about how the team behaves with Spencer that I needed to do something

“I see someone’s feeling spooky today,” Morgan smiled, looking you up and down.

You were wearing a cardigan knitted with various prints related to the time of year; pumpkins, ghosts, black cats, and candy corn, over a bright purple skirt and tall boots. Normally you would dress more formally due to the implied dress code the FBI operated under, but it was the weekend and Halloween was around the corner, so you could skip a suit day to wear one of those many scary-related items you had. After all, Halloween was your favorite holiday of the year. It was fun for everyone when you were a child, but as you grew up, your love for said celebration became a little weirder for others, so when you became an adult, you didn't think anyone shared such excitement about the date. Well, that is until you met Spencer Reid.

“It became a little more commercialized in the 1950s with trick-or-treating, and today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity” you heard him say, as he walked in with an already quite annoyed Emily Prentiss.

You knew that sometimes Spencer talked too much, but you hated that the rest of your coworkers got upset like that when he was talking about something that he was passionate about. Now the subject was, clearly, the next date.

"All I asked was what he was doing this weekend" she complained to Rossi. Spencer ignored her and continued with his cathedra as he settled into the empty space next to you.

“I'm toying with the notion of either going to the Edgar Allan Poe Shadow Puppet theater or the re-enactment of the XIX century Phantasmagoria,” he said and your heart did a little skip. You and Reid had argued on a few occasions, outside of work, about Poe’s works and although you didn't know what the second thing he had mentioned was, it sounded very interesting.

“What is a Phantasmagoria?” you asked nicely and when your partner noticed your presence he smiled widely, as if he was just noticing you in the room. The others all pouted in anticipation of the explanation to come and you hoped Spencer hadn't noticed.

“Phantasmagorias are these amazing pre-cinema projected ghost shows invented in France, where the showman attempted to spook the audience using science magic” he explained to you, while he took a seat and waved his hands from side to side. You were completely unaware of the term so you slightly parted your lips in astonishment.

"Sounds interesting"

"I have an extra ticket, do you want to come with me?" he asked you, almost immediately, with the biggest smile of all. Honestly, the invitation took you by surprise, especially who was asking, and Spencer seemed to see it on your face. “I mean, if you don't have plans this weekend. You can say no if you want."

“I'd really love to,” you exclaimed, so he wouldn't get the wrong idea, and watched his eyes sparkle with joy as he nodded.

The others wanted to make fun of it a bit, but Garcia didn't give them time to when she handed you the case files. When Hotch told you that you were going to fly to Detroit, your partner complained loudly and his gaze inevitably went to you, since you were supposed to have made plans together literally three minutes ago, but knowing that the unsub only attacked during these three days of the year. You had no choice but to accept your fate. You have never gone from feeling completely happy to being so disappointed in such a short time.

"I guess you better forget what I just told you," Reid sighed, as you left the conference room.

"Maybe we'll make it on time, when is the show?"

"This Sunday. The puppet theater is at 9:00 pm, the last Phantasmagoria show is at 11:00 pm. None are sold out yet"

"If we get back in time enough, I'll accompany you both, what do you say?" you muttered, trying to be as positive as possible, as you took your friend's arm with both hands and gave it a friendly squeeze. Spencer was taller than you, but thanks to the boots you were wearing and the extra inches they gave you, your eyes were almost at the level of his “Don't be discouraged.”

"I like your clothes today," he suddenly murmured. Sometimes he would give you those kinds of sweet compliments, perhaps as thanks for the kindness with which you always treated him, and you would almost always blush "The drawings are beautiful. Do you know why pumpkins became so representative?"

"Jack-o'-lantern," you replied, rather proud of yourself for knowing the answer.

"But did you know that in the original story it wasn't a pumpkin but a turnip?" he said and you were silent. But he didn't make fun of you for it, instead he saw a new opportunity to impress you "Yeah, you see, in the original legend Stingy Jack..."

The rest of the team, who was in front of you, shared knowing looks as if they were pitying you for having activated the doctor's rambling mode, but the truth was that you were fascinated with every word that came out of his mouth. Sometimes you couldn't believe how there was someone as intelligent in the world as your cute companion and as he spoke you prayed, perhaps with all your might, that you could catch the unsub in time to be able to fulfill the plans in the ones he had included for the weekend.

Almost as if by divine handiwork, the case was solved just in time for the plane to land and you two to rush home to get dressed for the theater. Hotch was even sympathetic to you and told you that the paperwork could wait for Monday just because he had heard of your plans, which you were immensely grateful for.

Spencer was happy that you agreed to go out with him, especially since the idea of asking you out was completely impulsive. It was true that he had an extra ticket but he never thought of having the courage to ask you to accompany him, much less did he think that you would be interested in it, since he was regularly ignored by his colleagues at work. It was something he had never discussed with anyone, only his beloved and gone Elle, but it haunted him almost every day.

Luckily for him, Spencer had prepared the wardrobe he wanted to wear in advance, and all he had to do was take a warm shower, shave, and put on some cream and cologne to get ready. In addition to, of course, styling his short hair as best he could.

He felt particularly concerned by his appearance that night and he pondered whether you would think he looked silly wearing a 19th century French suit. He had bought it last month and it was stored with his costume collection, which no one on the team knew about yet and he didn't intend for that to change.

He had offered to pick you up and when he got to your building, he felt strangely nervous. The doorman was a kind older man that he had seen a couple of times, so when he said that he was looking for you, the man called you on the phone to let you know.

They were silent for a few moments and he began to rock on his heels to kill some time.

“Will you take her trick-or-treating?” the doorman, Tony, joked. Spencer didn't take it the wrong way, instead he laughed it off.

"It's not the plan, but if someone takes pity on us and gives us some I won't complain" he replied and now it was the employee's turn to laugh.

"I've seen you before, are you her boyfriend?"

“Coworkers,” Spencer clarified, with a smile.

"Ah, so you're also a policeman?" although it wasn't the proper term, Spencer didn't know if you had hidden your real job for personal reasons, so he held back from explaining to the man that you were actually a profiler.

"Yes, something like that"

Tony wanted to ask more questions, but the sound of the elevator caught the attention of both men and revealed your figure.

"No fucking way," you breathed, looking your friend up and down and if he hadn't gone dumbfounded, he probably would have said the same thing "Look at you!"

"Where did you get that?" he asked in amazement. Although Spencer had thought that you would show up in a costume, he hadn't expected to see you like this. 

"You don’t like it?"

"No, I love it" he hastened to say, when he heard the insecurity in your voice "It's just… I didn't expect to see you as a 19th-century French lady"

You were wearing a beautiful black dress with lace details that obviously alluded to the fashion of the time, black satin gloves, plus a discreet hat on your well-groomed hair and boots that Reid had seen before, but they made a great combination with the outfit. The man's surprise was because he had invited you with such short notice and yet you had gotten the perfect costume and not only that, but one that conveniently matched his.

“And I didn't expect to see you as a French gentleman either” you laughed, as you reached out to wrap him in a hug "I guess it was pure fate"

“Or the fact that we are going to see a recreation of a 19th-century show. Our brains thought the same thing.”

“It doesn't sound so charming when you say it like that" you complained amused and he realized it was true "Shall we go? I don’t want to be late"

Spencer nodded and immediately offered you his arm to hold onto as you walked, a gesture that made you believe you were really entering a time tunnel.

“Enjoy your night”

"Thanks, Tony! Don't scare too many kids and don't eat too much candy,” you waved, blowing him a kiss as you followed Spencer out the door.

He guided you to his car and opened the passenger door for you and then he got in himself to start the engine and get going.

"I really can't believe that we got a couple's costume by pure coincidence"

“Couple costume?”

“Yes, they are those costumes of the same theme that you use with a couple. You know, like the people who dress up as Fred and Daphne or Morticia and Gomez”

Spencer didn't know the last couple, but he did have a vague recollection that the first ones mentioned were from Scooby Doo due to the cartoons he came from as a child.

"Oh" he sighed "Yes, get it”

“Honestly this was a last-minute thing. My downstairs neighbor studies theater and we are good friends, so I asked her if she had anything in her curiosities bag that could help me and she pulled out this dress. It was enough to adjust it a little" you told him, putting both hands on the neck of your dress and smiling from ear to ear "I couldn't believe it, it was really a stroke of luck”

"It looks so pretty on you," he said suddenly, looking away from the road just for a moment to check that you had heard him. "I don't think I told you when I saw you, but that's what I thought."

"Thank you then," you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm a little.

Spencer started talking to you about the creation of puppet theaters and, of course, the Poe stories you were going to witness, with you interrupting him only to point out some decoration along the way that you thought was cute. On Halloween you almost always preferred to stay at home to watch horror movies or go down to the hall to distribute candy to the youngest children, with very discreet costumes to avoid the evil looks of adults. But now you were excited to be doing this with Spencer, who was maybe the only person you knew who wouldn't make fun of you under any circumstances. Your relationship was based on a certain complicity, perhaps more than you had with any member of your unit.

Arriving at the site, he reopened your door and offered you his hand to help you down, which you took without complaining. Once you were outside, he repeated the gesture from when he picked you up from your building and in this way you walked to the entrance, where a woman disguised as who you assumed was Berenice (a Poe character) sold you a couple of tickets.

It was a lovely show and when you weren't looking at the puppets you took the time to admire your companion, whose eyes revealed the emotion of a child. You never thought the doctor was fond of a thing like this and now that you had discovered it you found it quite adorable. As you left you asked him if he was a Muppets fan by any chance and, to your surprise, he was. Spencer even told you that he had a couple of Kermit the Frog items that his mom bought him when he was little, but he also told you not to tell anyone or he'd be embarrassed and you pinky promised him.

You still had an hour between the two shows so you decided to go to a nearby park where there were lots of food stalls: candy apples, popcorn, candy, lemonade, and you even got to one where a Hispanic woman offered you pieces of candied pumpkin. You had to take off your gloves (which he kept carefully in his jacket) when you bought a few pieces of this last one for the two of you and when you tried it you agreed that it was delicious. The woman told you that in Mexico, her country of origin, she always served them to her children with a glass of milk.

Spencer spared no expense just to fulfill all your cravings, even though you refused, so when you got in the car to go to the Phantasmagoria your stomach was pretty full. The place where it would take place was a gray tent in the open air, with a dais in front and several wooden benches arranged so that enough people could fit in. As you had arrived with some time, you took a seat on a bench in the second row and waited patiently for the show to start.

Suddenly all the lights around you went out, leaving only the ones pointing to the front of the stage, and a presenter dressed as a magician appeared.

“For many centuries, wandering spirits have inhabited the world unseen by the human eye, always confined to the world of shadows…” his voice was mesmerizing and kept you on the edge of your seat, watching him carefully “but for a certain time of the year, their magic grows and they are able to cross the barrier that separates us…”

The entire tent was filled with smoke and the audience, including you, looked around trying to figure out what would happen. The presenter continued giving his gloomy monologue and, although you didn’t imagine how, you even felt that the temperature decreased a little with each word he said. Suddenly even the lights that were pointed at him began to dim and by the time he finished explaining to you the whole place was in complete darkness.

There was silence for a moment to build tension and then there was an explosion that made you jump in place. To tell you the truth, you didn't expect much from the show, you thought that being a recreation it would have many shortcomings, but when the first figure appeared on the roof your heart skipped a beat.

You weren't a scared person under normal circumstances and your resistance to the horrifying images you saw at work on a daily basis shows this, but this time perhaps all the environmental components of that night were what made you feel that way. A loud laugh resounded and then another pair of specters appeared, this time flying at the height of the audience and even passing through some of you.

Spencer's reaction was nothing like the rest. Despite his fear of the dark he was totally fascinated by all the images, his mind already working to decipher the magic trick that was being performed. What finally got his breath caught was the feel of your hand searching his. He was still shielding your gloves so he could feel the cool temperature of your fingers, as opposed to how warm he was in comparison. Even knowing that doing that was a reflex act due to fear, he stopped paying attention to the show to look at your hand on top of his, with that noticeable difference in size.

Just as you had admired him during the puppet show, he took the time to observe your expressions now. Your face lit up from time to time by the illusions around you and every time you startled you squeezed his hand harder, in addition to adjusting your body against his as if you were looking for some kind of protection. Spencer had gone out with friends many times and of course with the rest of his female colleagues at work, however none of them had behaved like you were doing. He wasn’t bothered by your behavior, but rather intrigued, since you seemed quite comfortable taking refuge in him to feel safe. Although he knew how to identify qualities in people, he sometimes had a hard time crossing the line of identifying them to really admire them. When he thought of JJ, he thought of a charismatic woman. When he thought of Emily, he thought of intelligence. And when he thought of Penelope, he always saw joy and optimism. But when he thought of you, there were too many qualities to focus on just one: he thought of kindness, calmness, creativity, wit, beauty, empathy... what a big heart you had and how at the end of the day you were perhaps the only one who could make him smile. When he invited you to join him, he did it because he knew you had the same feeling towards scary things, but now that you were there, looking so pretty and holding his hand tightly, he thought maybe there was something else going on between you. You were the closest thing he had to a best friend, though he had never said so verbally, and that night he wanted to be nowhere else but by your side.

Only when the lights came back on did he realize that the spectacle had been forgotten to him, since the whole time he had been looking at you.

“That was all for today, my friends. Thank you for these wonderful performances and remember to recommend us to your friends the next time we're in town. Have a spooky night, all of you."

“I can't believe it, did you see all that? It was just awesome! I didn't think it was going to be this good” you said, completely excited, as you turned in his direction. Apparently you weren't even aware that your hands were clasped until he got up from the seat and helped you imitate him with that grip. Though you thought of apologizing for that, you didn't, fearing to embarrass yourself further.

“It was amazing, even for me it was hard to figure out the trick”

“Why do you want to figure it out? admit it's only magic, doctor. Sometimes life is” you laughed, grabbing his arm for the third time like a happy wife would her husband.

You are something magical, he thought, with the words on the tip of his tongue, but not daring to say them to you. 

Although the night was late, the movement in the streets was still the same and Spencer considered asking if you wanted to go somewhere else, but the yawn that escaped you made him think that the best thing for both of us would be to go home to rest. After all, the case had exhausted you.

"Back to your house, right?" he asked, just to be sure and you nodded with a smile.

The road wasn’t long, you only had to take care of the naughty at night so as not to receive any damage, so when you least expected it, you were already in front of your building. Although you intended to say goodbye, Spencer told you that he would accompany you to the door of your apartment just to make sure that you arrived completely safely, because he knew better than anyone how much could happen to a woman alone, even if it was such a short journey, and he didn't want to risk you. Tony was still awake and greeted you nicely as you walked in, so you could then get on the elevator and press the necessary button.

“I seriously have no words to thank you for today, Spencer. Except for that one time I ended up in the hospital for eating so much candy, this has been my best Halloween ever,” you admitted with a laugh, as you leaned in for a big hug.

"Thank you for accompanying me. I'm really glad you had fun, because I had a great time too”

There was a dead space between you, in which you just looked at each other with a smile. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the night had been wonderful and maybe it was just that you two were trying to drag it out as long as possible.

“Spencer”

"Yeah?"

"Before you go, can I ask you something?"

"Whatever" he responded immediately. He got a little nervous thinking that he wouldn't be able to satisfy your curiosity by ignoring the topic you were going to ask him about and hoped that wasn't the case.

You waited another second before speaking.

"How frowned upon do you think it was for 1800s society for a woman to steal a kiss from her companion?"

Spencer's eyes danced a little in his sockets and you thought he was processing your request in disguise, until he looked at you again and spoke with complete assurance:

“Very frowned upon, surely. At that time, it was usual for men to court women, who were very repressed from making their own decisions or living their sexuality as they pleased. A woman who kissed a man was considered indecent."

You wanted to correct him, tease him or, as a last resort, simply pull him by his shirt and plant the kiss you had wanted to give him all the way. But you didn't do any of that, you just laughed softly and enjoyed his smirk for telling you the right answer.

“I was afraid of that. It's good to know” said this, you carefully approached him and placed a small kiss on his cheek, seeing him slightly surprised by the act “See you tomorrow at work. Call me when you get home”

"I will do that. Rest and see you later"

"Bye”

Just as he said, he called you a few minutes later to announce that he had arrived at his destination so you could sleep peacefully.

Spencer didn't realize that you had explicitly asked for a kiss until Morgan told him and while his friend laughed, he felt like the luckiest guy of all and, at the same time, the dumbest.

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[sunshinemoonrx]

top 5 toku yuri?

I had to search my soul for this one I hope you know. You can tell my 80s sci-fi bias because Luka/Ahim didn't even make it and they're cutest married forever. Answers under the cut!

5. Annie/High Priestess Poe [/the Gals]

Okay I'm aware Annie and Poe's thing kind of only exists for one episode but it drives me CRAZYYYYY thinking about it. Not only is there a transgender sorceress but she's got a yuri moment with the heroine AND the show implicitly clarified this isn't just because she's "actually a man" (a stance this 40 year old show shockingly never takes!) by also having one of the other lady villains form her own fixation on her later and invite her to a murder-date...all these hot dangerous women obsessed with her...passing her around[delusional

Idk there's just something about Annie. She's the perfect adventurous potential damsel in distress (sapphic). Every time the Gals all grab her at once my brain lights the fuck up. Sorry girl my problematic trait is I'm rooting for you to get captured every episode.

4. Rei (DynaPink)/Princess Chimera

What if we were GIRLS and we were RIVALS and we were obsessed with tracking each other down for various kinds of 1 on 1 duel and wearing each others' clothes and stripping each other and

3. Ruriko/Hiromi (Hachi-Aug)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIygHhMJaXo

I've rambled about how UNBELIEVABLY hot Shin!Ruriko is to me (demanding cold-affect cyborg in shiny leather? For me?) but she also has a samurai dominatrix evil ex-girlfriend who's got a light-up multilayered monster suit and an obsession with breaking her down to make her cry? For MEEEEEE???

2. Bioman (collectively)

I'm back in my delusion mode but this is the most wlw sentai, to me. Jun is girlfriends with Hikaru who was girlfriends with Mika (I have a whole essay on the contrast between these two relationships!) who was Rivals with Farah Cat who is Farah's S&M pet and- (I'm right is the thing) Somersaults are an expression of love. To me

1. Helen/Diana

GREATEST OF ALL TIME!!! Star-crossed lovers ... Diana's growing obsession as she gradually shifts from "I have to help my bestie reunite with his sister" to "wait his sister is kinda hot" to "IF I DON'T GET TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH HELEN I AM GOING TO EXPLODE". (when she's not getting distracted by other ladies my best girl is just chaotic OK) Fleeting meetings. Unwilling fights. Huge emotionally explosive reunion. Then they're bike sharing and clinging to each other and fighting for their future together and--so this might be my favourite TV show in the world.

Gifset I made:

https://www.tumblr.com/sunshinemoonrx/752735343442378752/toku-pride-month-challenge-helendiana

Anyway honourable mention to the time in the Ex-Aid movies when a hot lady doctor put a collar on Poppy and made her be her maid and her imaginary bride and tied her to a chair and force-fed her cherries because I am ALWAYS thinking about it

...okay so it turns out what I focus on is half the time weird possessive power play over heartwarming love stories. Tee hee!

[dameronology]

can we get the star wars boys (or just poe or din) with moments of angsty slow burn attraction??? pls and thank you

i am a slut for angsty slow burn attraction so i did all the boys lol

din djarin

tbh any attraction with din is gonna be slow burn because he's gonna need a LOT of ✨context✨ before he ever even THINKS that you might like him romantically. angsty, though? that won't be hard to achieve, because he's gonna spend a long time trying to push you away and convince himself that he doesn't feel anything for you. he's also used to most people in his life being semi-permanent at best so in some sense, he's trying to protect himself from the hurt of losing you. but, once you prove that you're not going anywhere and that your love for him - at whatever stage it's in - is truly and wholly unconditional, he'll open up. it's sort of like a dam that breaks; he gives you absolutely nothing but once he realises he loves you, you have everything. his word, his love, his support, his protection. the angst-iness might still linger a little bit because he's super protective of you - now he's convinced you're here to stay, he's determined to make sure no-one else will take you away - but you know it all comes from a place of love.

poe dameron

any angsty slow burn with poe would stem from him catching feelings for you as his rival (did you mean: enemies to lovers?). like, this man is going to try and swallow those feelings and act like he doesn't care for you and that he isn't falling in love with you, but cracks will start to appear eventually. maybe you get injured one day in battle or come home late from a mission, and he is far more concerned that a competitive colleague should be. he'll hide behind a facade of sarcasm and flirting but you can see in his eyes that he was worried. that's the first hint for you, and it's both a blessing and a curse because it confirms what you're feeling to. once one crack has appeared in the foundations, it's only a matter of time before they collapse completely and it's obvious to everyone and their mothers and their mother's mothers that you two love each other. maybe it takes a few soft moments - a late night conversation when you catch each other getting caff at midnight, or when you're on a stakeout together that leia definitely didn't strategically plan - for you to both realise that you connect on an emotional, human level too. that probably makes you fight more - with each other, and the realisation that you love one another - but eventually, one of you will come clean and i have no doubt that poe cracks first, because when he loves he loves fucking hard and trying to keep it a secret will eat him up inside.

finn

slow burn with finn will mostly stem from the fact that he doesn't really know how to pursue you. unsurprisingly, it's not something he learnt during his time at the first order and now that he's out, it's even more confusing. he doesn't mean for it to be angsty either, but he's so bad at this whole thing that he ends up coming across as rude and because he's normally sweet and caring to everyone else, it's easy for you to assume that his coldness is because he hates you. and because that makes you act cold towards him, he then assumes that you hate him too. really, it's all a miscommunication. it would probably take you confronting him and asking why he hates you for finn to have an oh! moment and declare his love for you - or at least his developing love - and then things start to make sense again. it's definitely a quicker slow burn than the rest of the guys, simply because he's so enthusiastic and has this massive love for life that makes him want to spend it with you, so he's not gonna beat around the bush.

han solo

han is the chief executive officer of slow-burn angst. because a) it takes him about ten thousand working days to admit to himself that he has feelings for you and b) he will become immediately defensive about it. he's just not good at letting other people in and sharing his feelings so a relationship is terrifying to him but the only thing scarier than that is the idea of losing you. even though that looks like it's about to happen because he's suddenly pushing you away and acting distant, and it's not until you call him out on his bullshit that he realises. he won't tell you the truth (c'mon, it's han we're talking about) but he'll force himself to go back to normal. there will be something that makes him cave though - probably you starting to date another guy, or the realisation that such a scenario is even a possibility - and han realises he has to do something. cue a very awkward conversation that takes him at least half an hour to get to the point, but once he does, everything sort of makes sense: the sudden distance, the grouchiness, the holding you at arms length. and even though you want to hate him for being so confusing and causing you grief, it's all outweighed by the fact you obviously love him too. there's definitely a learning curve for han, especially as he adjusts to being in a relationship and being vulnerable with you, but it's one he's happy to do with you.

luke skywalker

in my mind, slow burn angst with luke would happen in a situation where you'd been in a previously established relationship before he becomes a jedi. maybe you break up because you're young and don't know what you want, or maybe it's because you want to take a step back and let him explore his newfound career options (?? weird way to describe being a jedi jazz) but either way, he promises to come back to you. and you know that luke skywalker is never one to break a promise, but waiting round is fucking tiring, man. it's probably a scenario where he's back and forth over a long period of time and every time you think you finally have him, he goes away again. then the war ends and you're at your wits end, and luke realises that this time, you're the one who's about to slip away from him and he has no choice but to re-assess his priorities. when he does, he comes back to you immediately. actually, no, he chases you across the fucking galaxy to declare his love for you, and let you know that this is it now.

obi-wan kenobi

obi-wan has no qualms in admitting his feelings for you to himself; it's just admitting them to you that takes fucking forever because of the complications with the jedi code. he tried to do it before with satine and he's quite honestly still recovering, so the idea that he's in the same scenario again is scary but even more so because his feelings this time are so much stronger. and this is no slate to satine, but the situation with satine is like a drop in the ocean compared to where he's at with you. it feels like it could drown him because he wants to be with you to the point where it physically aches but how can he be? and obviously, you've got feelings for him to but waiting around for months whilst he sorts out his own emotions is tiring. tiring to the point where you question how worth it is is, because even if he does decide to give it a shot - and the chances feel slim - it'll mean that you have to sneak around constantly and risk being stripped of your titles completely. obviously, this is something that obi-wan has thought about over and over but one day, he just sort of cracks and realises that he has no choice but to be with you. like, it literally isn't a choice. he can't know you exist and not give it a shot.

[blushblushbear]

OKAY BUT IMAGINE--

aus with the boys

Tropey, fanficy, shipping aus

Rival assassins with Scale where you're sent to kill each other but you both end up begrudgingly catching feelings

An arranged marriage au with Volks where you are Royalty and his family is rising to notability with his marriage to you so he's doing it to give his mom a better life since she's the only person he cares about but then he catches you escaping out a window cause you're being just as forced into this as he is but you become fast friends and both have your reasons why you need this marriage to go through and maybe it won't be so bad being married to each other (spoiler it's great)

A classic dracula vampire style romance with Stirling where you're a traveler from a foreign land caught in the rain and you end up at Stirling's castle and become his prisoner/lover and it's scary but also exciting cause hot vampire

A 90's detective story where you're a detective trying to crack this case of brutal murders and the killer is leaving a ton of clues and calling cards but nothing you can actually use to pin down the killer and it's pissing you off but not as much as your chief partnering you up with the office's smug know it all asshole Cole who is LOVING seeing you frustrated, and it's some hot and cold, love hate, will they won't they between you too but then it turns out the killer maybe closer than you think

A fun but artisty movie where you have a bad break up so you end up going clubbing and losing your friends but you're found by Eli who takes you under his wing for a crazy night to only half remember and also you definitely kiss as the sun rises and exchange numbers at the end

a Japanese fantasy au where in order to escape exile from your village you must make peace between the 3 bickering fox spirits that have been menacing the neighboring forrest for centuries (you're low key being sent to die but jokes on them they won't actually kill you, but you also can't just turn around cause a worse fate is waiting for you)

A college au where your secret admirer is leaving you poems and you don't know who it is but then it turns out to be the quiet goth kid Poe from one of your classes

A sci-fi au where your small space ship (basically just a space pick up truck) got stolen by a rogue time traveler with you inside and now you're in the middle of a big crazy adventure you didn't sign up for

Your crazy ex sold your soul to a demon for a corn chip but the demon thinks your hot and isn't going to drag you to hell (yet) but he also won't leave so now you have a demon roommate who treats you like a maid in your own home and also keeps making passes at you

A COFFEE SHOP AU WITH LITERALLY ANY OF THEM

[taylortruther]

no one asked, but here are my thoughts on the short stories in that poll, because i re-read all of them:

the lottery by shirley jackson - a classic. brutal and effective.

lamb to the slaughter by roald dahl - a satisfying little story just like a nice supper. i didn't find it super creepy, even though the act of e***** the m***** w***** is pretty creepy in itself. love roald dahl, not his best work.

the veldt by ray bradbury - the screams! i love the almost dark willy wonka-esque conflict, with this magical machine that has terrible consequences if misused (and the game is a bit rigged.) love how timeless it is.

the yellow wallpaper by charlotte perkins gilman - classic for a reason. it's incredible how the writing makes you feel sick, as if you too are stuck in this hideous yellow wallpaper.

the monsters are due on maple street by rod serling - i don't want to spoil it for anyone who hasn't seen or read it (also, is this even a "short story"? all i found was the episode and a script) but i love how this and the veldt describe the thin line between civilization and barbarity.

a jury of her peers by susan glaspell - probably my favorite of this particular set of stories. the small details, the shared glances between women. the way mrs. hale asks, "why do we know--what we know? and they don't?"... is there any stronger question to ask about misogyny?

where are you going, where have you been by joyce carol oates - unbelievably creepy, made my blood run cold when i read it. oates is a master at eerie understatement. it's like you can feel something terrible is going to happen long before it happens, and you are stuck between wanting to save her, and wanting it to be over with.

the cask of amontillado by edgar allen poe - other poe stories are creepier, but i DID enjoy the background where this was a response to a literary rival. also, the imagery of his coat of arms! this made me miss english class.

i have no mouth and i must scream by harlan ellison - okay, obviously creepy and unsettling as hell. i always thought the writing, from the narrator's pov, felt a little too "normal" considering everything that has happened to them. also hate how ellen is described. but a very good, extremely creepy story regardless. also an interesting old video game to watch on youtube.

in the penal colony by franz kafka - i hadn't read this one before, and it's funny, i saw the ending coming but in an entirely different way. the religious allegory felt obvious, but i'm still chewing on it.

the jaunt by stephen king - this has inspired many a classic creepypasta. i love how king can just reel you in and bounces back and forth between present and past, in dialogue and in narration. and this is like the perfect amount of "science" in a sci-fi story, imo. it feels legitimate, but not overwhelming in detail (they're all great at it, but king feels more technical, probably due to being the most modern writer on here.) the twist got me!

also interesting to see how many classic short stories play with the distinction between civility and barbarity (honorable mention to the most dangerous game here, especially) and the mundane cruelty of humanity (hm to all summer in a day, which was mentioned A LOT in the tags.)

[satuguro]

✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH

[ ACT III: VICTORY'S SWEETHEART]

xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader

#SYNOPSIS— people learn to never have a race with a valkyrie, you can't keep yourself together around the nightshades, and xavier needs to stop getting shoved up against hard places.

#CONTAINS— enemies to fwb to lovers, academic rivals, intimidating and flawed reader, familial issues (will mention more later on), gore, blood, death, aged up characters (everyone is 18 except for eugene), sexual content (in some other parts)

#AUTHORSNOTE— thank you guys sm for the overwhelming support in the last part! also do we want playlists/hcs/little imagines for xavier and valkyrie! reader? just lmk xx

ACT I, ACT II, ACT III. ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI

you wrapped a blanket around your form as you swung your legs to the side of the bed. the first rays of dawn shone through xavier' s window, your head hung down as you let out a slow exhale.

of course, you found yourself in his bed. to say that you didn't expect it would be a lie.

you forced yourself up and began to walk around his bed to his bathroom, the blanket dragging on the floor in your wake. you passed where xavier slept peacefully, his mouth slightly parted as small breaths escaped it. his hair was a mess of a halo on his pillow, his features no longer stone cold or unreadable, but peaceful and content. a purple mark was visible right along his collarbone, the shade beautiful against his skin.

you had tired him out the previous night; if the housemaster didn't know you were there, he definitely knew now.

xavier's arm was out from beneath the covers, your hand reaching out instinctively to pull the blanket over his arm. you stopped yourself however, your jaw clenching as you thought a little bit too hard about what it meant to sleep with xavier. you came to one conclusion.

you didn't like him romantically.

you opened the door to his bathroom, shutting it gently behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror with a sigh. your hair was a knotted mess, your collarbone and shoulder displaying two hickeys for all to see. you cursed under your breath— now you had to hide them.

after doing a quick check that he didn't use 3-in-1 body wash, you used xavier's shower, the heat turned all the way up as you allowed your body to relax. you finished quickly, trying to leave before xavier woke up, but as you were wrapping your body in a towel, there was a knock on the door.

you quickly fixed the towel around your body, your hand reaching for the doorknob to open it. standing in front of you in only his boxers, xavier looked at you, your wet hair dripping all over the floor, the steam from the shower radiating out of his bathroom. his eyes trailed down to the hickeys on your collarbone, nodding over to it with a small smirk.

"good luck with that," he said, and you groaned as you pushed him out of your way as you made your way out of the bathroom. his head turned to follow you, watching you as you grabbed your underwear and pulled it up your legs, one of your arms holding your towel. "are we gonna talk about last night?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe.

"nothing to talk about," you stated, turning your head to look at him. "i don't like you like that."

"right." xavier nodded stiffly, swallowing as he continued to look at you. "i don't like you like that either."

"right." with that, the conversation was over.

xavier shook his head to himself as he went into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

you left without a goodbye. you were sure that he would get over it.

to say that it was embarrassing to walk back into your dorm room after that night would be a understatement. you were thankful everyone was busy getting ready for the poe cup that afternoon, because once you walked into your dorm room, you found the room uncharacteristically empty. no deadpan comments, no yarn strung all over the place, just silence.

you sighed as you grabbed your poe cup costume from the closet. but the sound of rapid tapping behind you made you grab a knife from your top shelf, turning around and throwing it at where the sound originated.

thing was on the ground, shaking with their fingers spread out to avoid the knife that narrowly missed them. they quickly stood back up, raising a quick middle finger to you before they began to climb up your bed frame.

"sorry about that, thing," you apologized with a sheepish smile, reaching down to get your knife out of the ground. you looked at the hand, who began to rapidly sign out of confusion. you nodded in understanding. "yeah, i saw you and wednesday slip out when i knocked on the door. smart move— was it your idea?'

thing nodded, before signing even more, their question making you send them a glare as you put your clothes over your arm. "yeah, i made it out of there alive. i was just busy this morning," you lied, managing eye contact with the hand. you rolled your eyes as thing shook their head. "fine. don't believe me," you stated, but thing slapped the pole of your bedframe, making you turn back. "what now?"

thing signed again. you should've known better than to lie to a hand.

"yes, i slept with him. happy now?" you asked, watching thing respond before letting out a laugh. "oh, you're funny, thing. you really are."

thing shook their head, signing their words again. your smile melted when you realized they were being serious; how could they ask that and be genuinely serious about it?

"i don't like thorpe, thing."

thing signed again. "why not?"

you shrugged, fixing the clothes in your arms. "i just don't see him like that. besides, he's infuriating; it wouldn't work out."

for someone with no face, thing didn't look convinced. they climbed down to your bed, patting the space next to them. you raised a brow. "seriously?"

thing patted the area harder.

reluctantly, you stepped to your bed and plopped yourself down on it, looking at thing skeptically. in any other instance, you would've strangled thing for making things more serious than they really were, but you actually liked thing. they were nice to talk to, even if they were just a hand.

thing began to sign again. "you seem defensive."

"and you seem nosy for a hand," you replied wittily, placing your clothes to the side of you. "i'm telling you, thing; there's nothing to be defensive about."

thing tapped their finger on the bed in thought before replying. "what's your relationship with him, then?"

you shrugged, "we slept together once. that's all the relationship will be."

you adjusted the cat ear headband you wore as you made your way to the boats set up along the lake. your costume was the same as all the other girls in your team, but your's was backless, allowing for your wings to stretch out when needed. your appearance made enid tap wednesday eagerly, her hand coming up to point at you as you made your way towards them with thing on your shoulder.

"y/n! oh my god where have you been—" enid sniffed you, nose scrunching as she smelled you three times.

"enid, stop smelling y/n," wednesday stated, brows coming down ever so slightly. "most people would consider that rude."

"you smell like someone!" enid said in shock, eyebrows raised far up her head as she practically bounced around you. "where were you last night? we were both so worried—"

"only she was worried," wednesday interrupted blankly, "i told her that you weren't one to shy away from murder." she held her hand out for thing to jump on it.

"we were worried," enid corrected, nudging wednesday and sending her a look. "wednesday told me she and thing left you back at xavier's— where did you go after that?"

"the library. they let me stay a little longer and i ended up falling asleep," you lied casually with a shrug, walking over to the dock where your boat was. you knelt down to observe it, playing an indifferent facade. "

"you're lying," wednesday stated, her comment doing nothing to change your facade.

"i'm not, but believe what you want," you said, looking up with an innocent smile. you stood back up again, crossing your arms and peering behind the two girls. a competitive smirk made its way onto your face when you saw xavier and his team dressed up like jesters, all of them making their way to their nearby boat.

"where are your whiskers, y/n?" xavier asked snarkily as he walked by you, enid, and wednesday to make his way into his boat.

you ignored him, rolling your eyes at his stupid comment before looking at enid, whose eyes were wide in realization. "that smell," she trailed off, making you chuckle nervously as you took her shoulder and turned her towards the boat.

"okay, enid, maybe wednesday's right— you have to stop sniffing people."

"i recognize why you smell so different now!" enid hissed, pullin gyou and wednesday closer to her. she sniffed you again, her head nodding rapidly as her conclusion was confirmed. "y/n, you smell like xavier's shampoo."

you and wednesday blinked. once. twice. three times.

"y/n, you didn't," wednesday began with a warning tone, only to be interrupted by fanfare music, signaling the beginning of the race. quickly, you hopped into your place on the boat, grabbing your oar as you readied yourself to win.

you were practically thrumming with excitement, the chance to play hard and ruthless being something that made you incredibly happy. it was the valkyrie in you; in a way, you saw this poe cup as a war. it was a bit terrifying to see you look so determined, your eyes glinting dangerously as you looked ahead of you, waiting for the signal to begin. you paid no mind to anyone but yourself and your team, not even when you felt xavier's eyes look at you to your right.

in front of you, wednesday scolded a lovestruck enid, her tone warning and jealous as he made the werewolf focus on the task at hand.

"we'll win, don't worry," you assured them, your lips curling up into a mischievous smile.

bianca's voice made you huff in annoyance, her comment about 'the runts of the litter' being nothing but worthless shit talk that you couldn't bring yourself to care too much about. you were ignoring her, listening to wednesday quickly shut her down before the siren said a comment that made you grip your oar tighter.

"xavier's muse," bianca called to you, her cheshire grin widening when she saw you turn your head her way. "i heard you had fun last night."

"i have a name, and i'm not his muse," you responded coldly, the title 'xavier's muse,' making you clench your jaw angrily. you didn't belong to anyone.

"right," bianca drawled, looking ahead of her. "you know what they say about artists and their muses.."

"and you know what they say about bitter exes," you said with a casual shrug, turning away from the siren to look at the lake in front of you. "you'll know my name soon enough," you grumbled under your breath, too focused on the idea of victory to give up too much of your time to bianca. you hated people who had no reason to be smug or cocky.

principal weems began explaining the poe cup to the crowd, but your mind was elsewhere as you kept your oar up. the sound of the blank gunshot signaled the beginning of the race, and you began to row. your team kept a steady pace, making your way down the river, only for xavier's boat to narrowly bump yours.

"oh, excuse us," xavier called behind his shoulder, his grin evident as he passed you. you let out an angry huff, ignoring the need to row faster; that would throw the entire team off.

another boat came up alongside you, their mechanisms making an axe fly over your heads, immediately, you ducked, sending them an angry glare. but your glare melted, for their boat began to move on its own all the way to a buoy, their boat collapsing as its side crashed.

you squinted in the distance, wednesday pulling out binoculars at the same time. you both saw a siren's tail flick in the air before disappearing into the water.

of course it was the sirens.

you knew your team had panned for this though, so you continued the row in time with the others. your boat docked on a small dock right next to the amontillados boat.

"stay here and make sure bianca doesn't sabotage our boat," wednesday ordered enid, before turning to you. "you're gonna help me against anyone who's there."

you nodded once, running after wednesday. you squinted into the woods, a wide grin creeping on your face when you let ajax run by you, his hands empty as he ran ahead of xavier. you pretended to focus ahead of you until ajax was far ahead.

once you passed xavier, you shoved him up against a tree, reaching out for his flag. he groaned, but stretched it out of your way, glaring at you. "do you really think i'd just give you our flag, kitty?" he teased, cocking his head with a slight smirk.

the nickname irked you. "no," you responded, gazing into his eyes before leaning close to his neck, your breath fanning over his skin. you could feel his breathing turn heavy, his pulse racing under your touch as your lips brushed over his skin.

you were just fucking around with him at this point.

"you're so easy," you whispered against his neck. "i bet you love this."

xavier could practically feel you smile against his skin. his head fell back against the tree as he felt you bite his skin, a whimper leaving his lips as he felt your tongue sooth the mark. he was so distracted by you that his hand holding the flag began to loosen.

you swiftly grabbed his flag out of his grasp before throwing it like a javelin deeper into the woods. you ran off, laughing and yelling behind your shoulder, "good luck, thorpe!" you ran to crackstone's crypt, brows furrowing as you ran up to wednesday. immediately, you knelt down to shake her, your worry briefly overcoming your thirst for victory.

if you weren't in the middle of a competition, you would've been worried that you actually made friends. valkyries rarely ever made friends, and from what your sisters told you, it was always easier to be alone. it was easier for you to do your job.

"wednesday!" you snapped, looking up as bianca and divina grabbed their flag.

wednesday woke up just in time to hear bianca snarkily ask, "taking a catnap?" which made your hands curl into fists.

"are you okay?" you asked wednesday, helping her up quickly and brushing off some leaves from her. "i need you to run back to the boat with the flag. i'll take care of the sirens' boat. understand?" you asked, letting your wings stretch out behind you.

without another word, wednesday nodded, grabbing the flag and running back to the boat. she felt the wind from your wings behind her as you flew up high above the forest.

"where have you been?" ajax frantically asked xavier as he ran back with the flag, his cheeks red as he jumped in.

"just row," xavier replied bitterly, putting the flag down as he grabbed his oar. the gold bugs and black cats were quick on their trail; xavier had wasted a significant amount of time running to retrieve the flag you had thrown deep in the woods. he found it lodged in to a tree, and spent more time trying to get it out of the wood.

"where were you— where's y/n?" enid asked wednesday worriedly, already hopping into the boat.

"she has a plan," wednesday managed out, putting their flag into the boat and grabbing her oar. "let's go."

xavier's entire team failed to see the scratches that enid left on their boat. they were almost there, the feeling of victory so, so close until water began to seep in. immediately, the black cats rowed by them, enid laughing loudly with a, "see you, jokers!"

"cheaters!" xavier yelled to them, but they were already far ahead of their boat, close behind the gold bugs. he harshly threw his oar into the boat, resulting in him falling off of his seat. he groaned as he felt the water seeped into his pants, looking up in exasperation.

the sunlight was blocked briefly from his eyes, which made him squint up into the sky to see what had obstructed the light. he saw you, flying above your canoe with your wide wings blocking the sun. he had never seen your actual wings before. they were huge and white with brown patterns on the longer feathers, similar to that of an owl's. your wingspan was huge, which allowed you to quickly catch up with the gold bugs.

you squinted down at the boat ahead of your team, a discontented frown tugging at your lips. "oh, now that won't do," you murmured to yourself, flying down quickly.

the spikes you had sharpened came out from the side of the black cats' boat. your team rowed faster as they tried to scratch bianca's boat, their work almost paying off until kent pushed the gold bugs' boat away.

but you were far stronger than some siren.

your wings flapped as you dove down close to the water, hands gripping the gold bugs' boat. you looked at bianca with a toothy smile, raising a hand in a small wave. "hey, fish."

"what're you doing?!" bianca demanded, trying to row faster. but it was all to no avail; with one push, you shoved bianca's boat closer to the spikes, successfully scratching their boat deeply. you flew away, laughing as you watched their boat sink sadistically.

you pushed behind your team to help them to the dock before landing on the wood. you ran between wednesday and enid as you all raised your flag in victory. you cheered loudly, jumping next to enid and wednesday as you raised the flag higher in victory.

receiving the cup was far more satisfactory than you thought. you could see the discontented faces of all the losers in the crowd, watching as enid raised the huge cup over her ehad and cheered loudly. you liked winning. but you liked watching the losers most of all.

like the bitter sirens at the table, their main weapon— kent, who had no more than two braincells to rub together —sporting a black eye from thing's help. he was getting scolded by his sister, and you could only smile happily.

that night, you had decided to fly over nevermore and jericho. you had almost forgotten how much you loved flying, and while you did have your brief chanced to stretch your wings every once in a while, you yearned to have them out longer. you wanted to fly over the clouds and see the stars and moon with no obstructions. you wanted the wind to flow under you and for birds to look up at you when they passed below.

the only problem now was sneaking back in. you had a balcony, sure, but you knew that weems would call you to her office immediately if she saw you casually escaping nevermore for a flight. especially after that night with rowan.

you slipped into a corridor in the courtyard, quietly making your way back to your room before you immediately moved to the side. your reflexes acted quicker than your mind did, because you were now looking at wednesday, who seemed equally as confused as you.

"where did you come from?" wednesday asked, observing your messy hair and flushed cheeks. "did you sleep with xavier again?"

you thought you had escaped that subject. enid had easily forgotten it, as she was distracted by her victory in the poe cup, but you knew wednesday wouldn't let it go so easily.

"no," you responded with a roll of your eyes. "i went out flying." your eyes darted down to the image wednesday held in her hand, lips tugging into a small frown. "are you investigating right now?"

"i found the nightshade society symbol on a statue," wednesday explained, briskly continuing to walk. you walked quickly beside her; you could just sleep later. besides, wednesday wasn't complaining yet.

"right," you nodded, turning a corner with wednesday. in front of you, a large statue of edgar allan poe stood with a book in one hand and a raven in the other.

wednesday began to climb up to the statue, peering at the open pages of the book. you followed her ministrations, climbing up the opposite side.

"every line is a different riddle," wednesday murmured, quickly taking out a pocketbook as she began to write. "the opposite of moon— sun. a world between ours—"

"nether," you replied quickly, wednesday sending you a quick look before she wrote it down. "the next one is april, then after that it's a pansy, then two, then willow— you'd think that he'd have harder riddles. where's the challenge?" you grumbled, allowing wednesday to write down the rest of the answers on her notepad. you both climbed down, and you looked over her shoulder at the answer.

SNAP TWICE.

a nostalgic smile graced wednesday's face as she looked up the statue and snapped twice. the raven's wings flapped down, and poe's arm moved closer to his book as both the statue and the wall behind it moved back, revealing stairs that went below the ground.

you and wednesday walked down the steps. you could feel your adrenaline pumping and your senses high at the sudden feeling of being watched. it wasn't by the paintings — that much you knew — but you felt as though there were other people here.

the large symbol of the nightshades was embellished into the floor, and the paintings of past members all stared at you from the walls they decorated. wednesday's flashlight lingered on a photo of her young mom and dad while you walked to one of the book cases. even in the dim light, you could see that one book had been taken out more recently than the others.

you pulled it out of the shelf and opened it, wednesday approaching you and watching as you quickly flipped through. eventually, you found the page that rowan had torn.

"here." you handed wednesday the book, and the shoved it into her bag. you both turned around, ready to leave, before someone almost shoved a bag over your head.

almost.

you grabbed the hands that held the bag, coming face to face with a masked and hooded figure. you shoved them up against the wall, their hands still over their head as you hand came around their throat. you squeezed, gazing into the eyes of the person behind the mask. you were ready to suffocate them for even thinking of laying a hand on you, only for a punch was thrown at your head, knocking you out.

you woke up to the bag being pulled off of your head, your eyes getting used to the projector pointed at you and wednesday, who sat beside you. she didn't even look phased; she almost looked disappointed. your hands moved against the tie around your wrists. you almost let out a laugh; who did they get to tie these knots?

the cloaked and masked figures surrounded you in a circle, and they were almost menacing if it weren't for the fact that you and wednesday already knew who all of them were.

"who dares breach our inner sanctum?" one spoke loudly, their voice obviously changed to fit the aesthetic they had put up.

"you can take the mask off, bianca," wednesday stated, obviously unimpressed by the whole situation.

collective groans of disappointment echoed around you from the members of the nightshade society, their hands coming up to pull their hoods and masks off. you couldn't help but bite back a laugh at their obvious disappointment at failing to be even the least bit scary. you were met with some of the sirens, as well as ajax, yoko, and xavier. you bite back a laugh at his ridiculous getup; you preferred the jester costume over his weird cloak.

"wait, i preferred you with it on," wednesday added snarkily, her tone as cold as ever.

"how did you get down here?" xavier asked you both, his hair disheveled form the hood and his close call with death.

"is it hard to?" you asked with a cock of your head, making xavier send you a sarcastic smile that quickly dropped.

"rowan showed us. left pocket." wednesday glanced down at the left pocket.

xavier stepped forward, grabbing the page from her pocket.

"i tracked the watermark to the poe statue. then y/n and i solved the riddle."

"there's a riddle?" kent asked with a frown, looking at the other members in confusion. "i thought we just snapped twice."

"this one's real smart," you said sarcastically. "you guys really do recruit the best of the best."

"the nightshades are an elite social club. emphasis on elite." bianca gave you a look after her last comment, looking you up and down.

"we have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny dip," yoko said, and you swore you could hear pride in her voice.

"and yoko's an amateur mixologist," divina added. now she was proud.

"she makes a killer virgin mojito. it can get pretty wild," ajax said with a smile, and with that you finally let out a laugh.

"holy shit, you're all prudes!" you managed out between laughs, practically falling off of your chair. "have you all ever actually drank? or went to bed past curfew," you snickered, making wednesday huff as she continued.

"last i heard, the nightshades had been disbanded," wednesday said, ignoring you as you sighed happily, obviously content with your laughter.

"yeah, the group kind of lost its charter 30 years ago after some normie kid died," xavier responded, eyes avoiding yours as he looked at wednesday.

"but we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves," yoko explained further, her fangs visible in the minimal light.

"must be nice," you said with a faux sigh of sadness, "so let me guess— to join, you you have to be rich."

"you have to be respectable and well known," bianca stated, glaring at you, "and we all know that you're anything but," she said with a fake smile.

"well i am well known. but even i know that respect is earned," you tilted your head, humming to yourself as you sent bianca a grin, "i'm not sure you're aware of that, though."

"rowan certainly caught some unnecessary attention," wednesday commented she was focusing purely on the task at hand; she knew you could always deter whatever bianca threw at you.

"we booted that loser last semester," bianca responded casually, her careless disrespect for the dead making your hands curl into fists.

"don't talk about him like that," you said, anger thrumming through your body. someone like rowan didn't deserve to be spoken of like that. while you knew they probably believed that rowan was alive and well, you knew that you sent the right soul to the heavens. to hear someone speak so carelessly about a departed soul made you angry. they deserved anything but disrespect.

"he's alive. god, you two and death," bianca rolled her eyes, clasping her two hands in front of her. "question is, what are we gonna do with them? only members are allowed in this library."

"use a better riddle then," you muttered bitterly under your breath, making xavier sigh as he silently weighed his options.

"i say we invite them to pledge," xavier stated, confused murmurs echoing through the nightshades. "she is a legacy," he pointed to the photo of wednesday's mom and dad, "and y/n would be a good asset to the nightshades."

"awe, how nice." sarcasm dripped from your words, xavier's words doing nothing to change your attitude.

"after the crap they pulled in the poe cup, there's no way in hell," bianca said sternly, her obvious dislike for the both of you evident in her tone. "we talk about not making waves, both of they are a tsunami."

"just because we beat you at your own game? let me save you the trouble— i'm not interested in joining." you could wednesday's look, usually devoid of all emotion, shine with a hint of annoyance at bianca's pettiness.

"neither am i," you added with a satisfactory smile.

"you're seriously turning us down?" yoko asked in disbelief, raising a judgemental eyebrow.

"shocking, isn't it?" you stood up and stretched your arms over your head, ignoring the looks from the others as you let out a yawn. you had freed yourself the moment you realized that whomever tied the knots didn't actually know what they were doing.

"i freed myself five minutes ago." wednesday stood up with you, holding up the untied rope for all to see. she grabbed the page from xavier as she made her way to the stairs.

"did you tie us?" you asked xavier as you walked by him, "is that why it was so easy to get out?" your teasing was getting to him; you could see it in the way he was clenching his jaw and practically scowling at you. you walked up to stand alongside wednesday, who stood in front of kent.

"do you want a matching black eye?" wednesday asked coldly, shoving the rope into his chest.

you could only ignore the siren as you easily walked by him and made your way to the stairs. you looked down at wednesday walking behind you; she seemed irked by something.

"it's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name," wednesday said in an annoyed tone, obviously disappointed that she was kidnapped incorrectly.

"okay, let's go addams," you grumbled, motioning for wednesday to go up the steps with you.

"all students will report for their volunteer jobs at 10:00 am sharp, followed by a community lunch at 1:00," weems said to the students gathered at the courtyard. but you were too busy looking at the full page of the book with wednesday to give your full attention to the principal.

"weird," was all you could say about the subject, having not received the full story of everything. "you said that you saw that girl during the poe cup?"

"in a vision." wednesday shut the book abruptly, glancing at the courtyard. it was exactly the same as the image, all the way down to the tree.

"as you know, this year's outreach day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by nevermore students." excited sounds rippled through out the crowd, which only made weems' smile brighter. "i trust you will all put your best face forward."

you took an envelope from one of the professors as enid walked towards you and wednesday excitedly. "i got pilgrim world!' she squealed, showing you both the envelope. "i do have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice. what'd you guys get?"

"the weathervane," you stated blankly, scrunching your nose in slight disappointment.

"uriah's heap," wednesday read, "whatever that is."

"the weathervane is a cafe while uriah's heap is this weird, creepy antique store," a look of disgust shadowed over enid's face before she forced a smile at wednesday, "you'll love it though!" she turned her head to look at a specific gorgon standing next to xavier. she sighed happily, "i'm crossing my claws ajax and i will be outreaching together."

the bus ride to jericho was just how you remembered most school bus rides. it was rowdy and loud, with so many students speaking to each other at once that it felt impossible to think. but thankfully, jericho wasn't too far away.

you hopped out of the bus, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead as you walked down the street. your focus went to a familiar long-haired individual standing in front of a blank wall at the side of the sidewalk.

"why are you staring at a blank wall?" you asked, only half curious as you stood with him. the brick wall was completely whited out.

"it wasn't blank last outreach day." xavier gave you a side eye, the fact that you went out of your way to approach him only a little odd to him. but his tone held a certain kind of bitterness that made you furrow your brows; this is the first time you have been civil to him and he was still annoyed by something.

"i wasn't aware that my presence irked you this much," you said as you turned your head to look at him.

"i went out on a limb for you and wednesday the other night," xavier focused his attention on the wall, but you could see his lips tugging into a frown.

"we didn't ask you to. i didn't ask you to." you would rather do anything but be in some prude society full of teens who believed that virgin mojitos were scandalous. "besides," you continued, "you're probably just using me to get back at bianca."

"where did you get that idea?" xavier asked you, finally turning his head your way. of course he was bothered by you mentioning bianca in the first place— he thought he made it clear that he wasn't interested in her anymore.

"i'm not blind, nor am i deaf. don't even get me started on wednesday— i told you to just tell her how you feel." you kicked at a nearby stone on the ground. "but hey, take my advice or not. i have other stuff to focus on."

"like what?"

"figuring out what that thing that attacked rowan was. proving to everyone that he's dead," you saw xavier's look of disbelief and scoffed. "don't tell me you still don't believe me."

"i told you that rowan was expelled. everyone saw him leave—you just got the wrong person," xavier was completely exasperated at this point, looking at you as though you were crazy.

"when you bring someone's soul to the sky, you know it's them," you fired back defensively, "you feel them. their pain for having to leave, the eventual acceptance, the war they fought," you swallowed, stopping yourself from getting to into your entire position. you let out a slow exhale to stop yourself from saying too much, eyes focused on the ground as you grounded yourself.

and xavier watched it all. he was reading you like a book, his eyes drifting to the different tells he was receiving from you; your hands clenching into fists and unclenching, your slow breaths, how you suddenly avoided eye contact when he knew fully well that you had a tendency to do it to everyone. he wanted to say something to help you talk about your overall care for the subject of death and your job, but instead he stayed quiet, managing a soft, "take your time," that made you swallow thickly.

"have you spoken to him lately?" you managed to ask, crossing your arms defensively. you still managed to look into his green eyes, your irises stone cold; your guard went back up again.

"i texted him a few times, but i never head him back," xavier replied, "i just figured he wanted nevermore in his rearview mirror."

"or he's dead." there it was again, your competitive and determined spirit.

"i understand that it's your job to bring souls up there, but i don't understand why you care so much." xavier began to walk down the street, and you were quick to walk next to him.

you didn't like walking behind people.

"i don't understand how you can care so little," you said, easily catching up with his strides. "wednesday and i saw everything, it's literally my duty to bring up the right person—"

"you snuck into the nightshade's library. wednesday has a little more leeway since her parents were past members, but you don't," xavier snapped, stopping on the sidewalk to fully look at you. "you can add 'trespasser' and 'thief' on your resume, right next to 'murderer.'"

you scoffed. "that was years ago, and he deserved it. you don't know shit."

"and you do?" xavier rolled his eyes, poking at your chest. you were standing stiffly, your eyes looking down at his finger before you looked up at him with a warning glare. but xavier didn't back down. "i know that wednesday stole a book from the library too."

"do you know anything about that?" you asked him with a tilt of your head.

xavier pinched his nose bridge; he didn't understand how you two could be so persistent on the matter. especially you, who had literally slept with him a few days ago, who acted as though it was nothing (and it was), standing in front of him and interrogating him in the middle of the sidewalk. "rowan had the book open on his desk a few days before the harvest festival," he said reluctantly, making your eyebrows raise, "i just thought that he stole it after he got kicked out of the nightshades." xavier sighed, reminiscing about that night. "i confronted him about it, and he kind of went ballistic on me."

"but what's weird is that wednesday is in that journal. like, that girl in the courtyard with crackstone looks exactly like her."

"the guy in the image is crackstone? like the guy that founded jericho crackstone?" you asked, starting to walk down the sidewalk.

xavier followed behind you, saying, "is there another joseph crackstone?" he nodded to a nearby sign, for pilgrim world. "that's him."

"ew." you scrunched your nose at that, standing next to xavier as you arrived at the town's courtyard.

the mayor began to speak to all the students, welcoming them for their help. but you honestly couldn't care less, because once he and weems stopped talking, you turned around and made your way to the weathervane. you were disappointed that xavier was trailing behind you.

stopping in front of the entrance to the weathervane. "nice talk. this is me."

"this is me too." xavier groaned in realization, his head falling back at the thought of having to spend the rest of the day around you.

"this'll be so much fun," you said through gritted teeth, shoving the door open to the cafe.

ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI

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can i req like xavier x reader where theyre rivals but readers liked xavier for a while now but xavier has no clue. xavier always teases reader when he gets the opportunity to yk but one day he has been like avoiding reader/not talking to them for some reason and reader confronts him abt it

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pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: light swearing

it's really frustrating when you have a slight crush on a guy that says he hates your guts.

you don't even know why or how you like him, you should hate him by the way he talks to you, the way he speaks about you. but there's just something about him that's so...enticing.

maybe it's his eyes, his deep hazel eyes. so harsh at first look but shows something deeper than that when you look deeper

or his hair, his long light brown hair, looking so soft making you want to run your hands through it.

or maybe his lips, the same lips that held the harsh words, but the same lips that were so plump and pink that made him look so...kissable.

but it didn't matter what made you take a liking to him, the fact is you do and that was that.

but every mean comment seemed to hurt a little more because of that fact.

but you thought back to all the times he was arguing with you, and questioned if it was actually flirting instead of fighting.

-

you smiled down at your paper, seeing the mark written in red at the top.

you had spent ages studying for the test and it seemed to pay off.

you looked up in front of you to where Xavier sat where he proudly showed you his mark, smirking at you as you looked at his 100%!

you rolled your eyes, sighing at his childishness

"better luck next time, sweetheart" he winked

"you would you know if I didn't get the same mark?" you questioned

"did you?" he raised an eyebrow

"just shut up" you groaned

"aw, don't worry, you'll beat me next time, dingus" he pouted

-

an during the poe cup.

you tripped over and cut you knee, the blood pooling out and sliding down your leg.

you winced in pain and held onto your thigh to to stop the bleeding as two Jesters came running to get their flag

"Go and get it" Xaveri yelled to Ajax as he stopped in front of you.

"how could you possibly do that, idiot" he chuckled as he bent down to your level

"oh piss off" you whined

"are you ok?" he helped you up slowly

"I'm fine" you sniffed

"are you sure, you can always tell me when you feel small or hurt or like you've failed and lost" he smiled smugly

"you'd love that wouldn't you?"

"I would, I would really would" he nodded cockily

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but you highly doubted it was flirting, i mean it couldn't be, could it?

but he did always have a reason to talk to you, either to rub in your face that he got a good mark, to ask you how you are sarcastically or to just tell you that you should do better and try harder

but recently he hasn't been doing that, he hasn't been near you at all.

you haven't seen him in a week, in fact and it was pissing you off.

you always had a snarky comeback to throw at him when he insulted you.

but now that he hasn't come to do any of those, you haven't been able to do that and it made you mad.

so you went off to find him.

following him through corridors past people, you managed to catch up to him.

"hey! Xavier, wait up!" you called out to him, he stopped walking and turned around to see who it was

"what now?" he huffed

"what are you planning?" you questioned him as you stood in front of him

"what do you mean?" he asked

"you've been avoiding me" you crossed your arms

"just because I haven't talked to you doesn't mean I've been avoiding you, besides, we're not friends, I'm not obligated to talk to you" he announced coldly

"I know that" you paused "but it's not like you"

"it's not like me how?" he shook his head confused

"you always find an excuse to talk to me, but you haven't bothered lately, why?" you inquired

"what's the point? all we do is bicker, it never gets anywhere, so why bother?" he glared at you softly- if that was even possible

"well that's not my fault" you argued

"yes! yes it is your fault! it is all your fault. everything is your fault!" he yelled at you, frightening you at his sudden outburst

"no it's not, I haven't done anything!" you replied

"yes it is! you drive me insane!" he covered his face aggressively

"that's not my fault!" you scoffed

"yes it is! everything about you drives me crazy!" he spoke anxiously

"what's that supposed to mean?" you questioned

"it means that they way you laugh at things even when they aren't funny, the way you always have a smile on your face, the way you try your hardest to do your best at school, the way you always know what to say to cheer someone up, the way you see the best in anyone, even when they are the worst possible person ever and the way you make me feel drives me absolutely insane." he admitted

you were silent, seeing that he wasn't exactly done with what he was saying

"and I get to experience none of those for myself, none of those things are for me" he muttered

"what's your point?" you tilted your head in confusion

he turned to look away before looking back at you, the corner of his lips lifting to a smirk.

"my point is that I want you to do those things with me, but all I get is you rolling your eyes and scoffing before you walk away" he said

"so what you're saying is that..." you took a deep breath, looking directly in his eyes

he sighed "it doesn't matter what I'm saying, it won't change anything, because you don't like me back" he whispered the last bit

"are you kidding?" you chuckled

he rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek

"I've liked you for ages! but you were too dumb and oblivious by rivalry to even notice it!" you confessed

"oh"

"yeah" you gulped

"well- um, I won't avoid you anymore then" he coughed awkwardly

"seriously" you huffed, throwing your hands by your sides

"well, would you want to do something sometime?" he asked

"yeah" you smiled "yeah, I'd like that"

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[ducktoonsfanart]

Magica de Spell and Morgana Macawber making magic potions - Witch School - Duckverse and Darkwing Duck - Gift for my friend

I should have done this earlier, but for some reason I didn't manage until now, but I'm definitely posting a new drawing that my friend requested me to do.

I drew Magica de Spell and Morgana Macawber, famous duck witches who work together to make magic potions and teach their female students how to master them. Yes, usually Magica and Morgana were rivals, as Magica is an evil witch who wants the One Dime, while Morgana is a good witch, though sometimes bad when it comes to business and their conflict is explained in more detail in the Darkwing Duck comics (especially by James Silvani).

However, they can also be good partners regarding their common interests. So I drew them together throwing powder and casting a spell on making new potions. Apart from them, there are also Minima De Spell (Magica's niece) hugging Ratface (poor him, Magica's pet crow by the way), Streghella de Spell (also Magica's niece and a student at the witch school), Paperelfo (Magica's apprentice assistant), Hocus and Pocus (Magica's students who go to school for witches, mostly appearing in Egmont comics), Roberta (Magica de Spell's best friend and partner in evil spells, appearing in Italian comics), Witch Hazel (you know her from Trick or Treat, but she is also a friend of Magica and Madam Mim from the comics), Madam Mim (you know her from The Sword in the Stone, but she often appears in Donald Duck comics, as a friend of Magica De Spell), Poe De Spell (brother Magica de Spell who appeared in the Ducktales 1987 version as a crow) and Aunt Nasty (Morgana's aunt). I mostly combined from the OG Ducktales, Darkwing Duck and Donald Duck comics, but in my own way.

I hope you like this drawing and the set of witches as well as the witch school as well as the crossover of Ducktales, Duck comics and Darkwing Duck, although to me it's all the same universe, no matter how much someone thinks otherwise. By the way, this is a gift for my friend, who asked for this, @boingodigitalart. Feel free to like and reblog this, just don't use my same ideas without crediting me. Thank you!

[d1amorph1n3]

It always came back to you - Xavier thrope x Reader.

Summary: Ever since you came to Nevermore, something set you up to be rivals with Xavier. You despised each other, or at least, That's the way it came off to everyone. Maybe it was never hate that drove you apart? Will you find out after the poe Cup how Xavier really feels about you?

Warning(s): will probably consist of name-calling, arguing/bickering, cussing and other small things. Maybe tiny tiny bit suggestive at the end...

Word count : 3k

The day of the Poe cup finally came around, you were in a cramped tent finalising your costume. There was rumbling of all the voices around the thin sheeted tent. It wasn't long till the game began. You fixed accessories and walked out to greet the rest of your teammates who discussed the 'game plan' really the game plan was just you using your powers to uprise the water to your opponents.

People grouped around and waited for everything to settle down. You sat behind one of the individuals in your group, holding onto the rowing paddle with a tight hold. Turning your head to your surround, your eyes stopping for moments at each of your rivals. But there was one person you only considered as your so-called rival. Xavier Thorpe, the guy you constantly argued with whenever you even opened your mouth around him. He sat in the canoe next to you, wearing his jester considered with his smudged makeup that covered his features.

"Hey! You really suit your new look. It really brings out who you are." You called out to Xavier, a two-sided grin on your face. Xavier narrowed his eyes at you, you could see his hold on the rowing paddle getting tighter when he heard your snarky comment. "Say that to the jester that will be holding the Poe cup trophy later on." Xavier's grin accentuated by the wide red paint that spread across his cheeks. Oh you were so ready to beat him. He was too cocky for his own good. "Hasn't your team lost consecutively?" You give him a final smirk until the game began.

A loud gunshot plowing through the air, riveting the attention of many of the crowd. The moment it went off, you put all your arm strength into the game. Pushing the paddles against the water pushing yourself forward. Eyes only focused ahead of you. Water splashing up around the canoe that was pushing through the water. Up by your side of the canoe was Xaviers clown group trying to stay close to you. If you didn't think he was insane enough, of their game plan seemed to be severing people's heads with the axes that was a part of their canoe. "Psycho." You muttered under your breath.

Land was approaching. You jumped into the shallow water as the rest of your peers shoved the thin canoe closer to the muddy ground as you went off running through the thick woods. It wasn't long till Xavier caught up with you, overtaking you while laughing like a maniac. He was too overjoyed. With one simple flick of your hand, the air went against Xavier causing him to go face-first into the mucky ground. Splashed on the dark went soil over his costume and face paint. You take your chance to run ahead yet again. "You were saying?" You watched him with an evil smile on your face. "Bitch!" He punched his first into the ground. Xavier rushed to get back onto his feet and try to catch up with you again.

You could see the colourful flags standing all neatly aligned. None have been taken yet, it was good to know you're ahead. With a small movement of your hands, branches crumbled to the ground getting out of your way. With a heightened sense of adrenaline going zipping through your veins; you sped up towards the flags.

You tried to pull it out of the ground, but it was stuck very snug into the ground. "Come on! Come out." You groan, tugging on the post of wood that held up your flag. The struggle contained, your hands going red from the constant grabbing of the same post. By this point, Xavier was back on your tail. Running up and grabbing his flag swiftly. "Oh no, you don't." You shake your head as you pushed your hand through the air. A strong swirl of air brought his flag out of his hand, blowing it high into the air. The air pushing the flag far into a tall tree where it got lodged into the branches.

"What the hell are you doing! That's not fair!" Xavier's temper ran short as he turned back to you with a pissed-off expression. Your shoulders jump up following your shrugging. "Oh it's perfectly fair... no rules remember?" Your voice teasing as never as - like you were talking to s child explaining the rules of the game. "Don't give me that, you are so irritating." Xavier spat out at you with a glare, meanwhile, Ajax stood there happily smiling at you. "Ugh." Xavier grumbled. He looked at his flag, he couldn't give up now. Xavier walked the tree, placing his hand on the rough bark that crumbled under the pressure of his hands. Xavier attempted to shake the flag out.

Yeah it was stuck there for good.

A small devious laugh escaped your lips. But you had to quickly act, other were running away with their flags. Using the strength in your arms, you snapped the flag from the bottom of the post. A jagged end being left. Bristles of splints sticking out of the bottom. You ran ahead. Leaving Xavier to the frustration of trying to get his flag.

It didn't come as a surprise when you won. You and your teammates holding the huge trophy in your hands. The bright shining silver mirroring your unimpressed expression. Among the crowd that cheered you on was a grumpy man. Xavier watched you, covered In mud and no flag. He glared at you, his jaw clenched. "I can't stand (y/n)" Xavier states Ajax. He was a lot more laid back, he didn't care. Just seeing him so angry at you, it pushed you to go further. Holding it up as far as your arm reached. "Thank you, this couldn't have happened if Xavier wasn't stupid enough to compete against me." You stare right at him in the crowds of people. He was over 6ft, he was easy to find. "This..." Xavier refrained from saying any further before he began pushing through the crowd taking his leave. Embarrassed and full of shame.

At least, you were left satisfied with your achievement.

The day wasn't done yet, you had a lot more to do. Snooping around let's say. You heard multiple things about the nightshades library. That place sounded like your cup of tea.

Xavier on the other hand, he was far from satisfied. He was fuming. So angry that he was ranting to Ajax for ages. Taking about. "Oh how much I hate (y/n)" words like 'self-centred' 'annoying' and 'erratic' were used during his conversion. His face was red from scrubbing his face so hard. Some of the more stubborn make-up stayed behind on his face. Water soaked Xavier's face as he used hot soapy water to try clean himself. "I just don't understand Ajax. Why does (y/n) have to be such a pain in the ass?" Xavier scolded, occasionally stopping to cover his face with more water. Parts of his hair were wet, he wasn't very careful. "Just hearing their talking driver me up the wall." Xavier continued, now that the question was brought up he couldn't finish talking about it. He hated you, his heart raced whenever he saw you and his face turned red from the sheer hate he had for you.

Is that what that feeling was called these days?

Silent...the halls were silent. Not many students walked around this time, most of them were having their dinner. But no, not you. You found it a lot more intriguing to go wandering. You walk through halls that seemed the same to the last, your arms dropped down by your hips - swaying carefully back and forth with the ongoing steps. You abruptly halted in your tracks, stopping in front of a cold unmoving figure of a man. The statue, that's just where you needed to be.

Two rhythmical snaps later, you were in. It was simply too easy. With curiosity, you strolled down the steps. You looked around as if you were in some zoo exhibition. Taking small details of the room. The strong smell of old dusty books, woody notes lingering through the air. It was stale and the air was thick because down here there wasn't much ventilation. At least it wasn't too dark. You walked down each step- a small click of your shoe followed. It was quite pretty, mysterious...ominous and full of all kinds of secrets.

You walk among bookshelves, brushing your fingertips against the collecting dust that built up on books that were not touched in ages. Your eyes dart around the covers, reading a few words of what the title was before moving on. Nothing had really caught your eye.

"You shouldn't be down here." A rigorous voice challenged you. Xavier laid his hand on the bannister and slowly walked down to you.

"Ah, shouldn't you be crying like a sore loser right now Xavier Thorpe?" You replied with clear uninterest, not even bothering to look his way. Instead, you kept your bored gaze on the thick-plated books all squeezed in next to each other. Your finger grazes the hardcovers.

"Don't even start there. You aren't supposed to be here, and you are being a total pain in the ass. Just GET out." Xavier snapped back at your monotone manner. Small fractions of his hair falling from the loosely tied bun. Already in frustration, he held his firsts together. "Uhuh... Well If you really dislike my presence then... yknow the door is up the stairs." You didn't even try to hide the mocking in your voice, and the smart-ass look you had on your face when you reached for a book you finally stopped at. It weighed so much in your hold, but still you flipped it over to skim through the blurb.

Xavier took a deep breath in, trying to compose himself. "Last time I checked. I'm a part of the nightshades. Not some total egotistical brat." Xavier had a nasty tone of his own when he needed it. He approached the middle of the hall, keeping his eye on you. His lanky figure became a faint shadow in the room. Arms stretched down to pockets and legs that stood straightened and strong. He was real pissed off.

"Well... considering this little club of yours consists of mainly incompetent fragile little boys... ahem... you" You fake a cough before calling him out. "I think I have all the right to be here." You spoke in a matter-of-fact voice, keeping a calm demeanour during your little book tour. Xavier rattled with the build-up of emotions, his status getting more rigid as he scrunched his nose. Skin wrinkiling under the strong expression of his snarl.

"(Y/n) I am so done with you. So is everyone. I hate how you sit up on your high horse and think you can talk to people like this. You are so self-centred it's ridiculous!" He told you straight as he was agitated. Xavier pointed his finger at you to ridicule you. "What-" you slam the book shut, dust flying up from the pages as you turned to face him with a snap. "No. No you listen to me right now. I can't stand you. Ever since you came, you started acting like this, like you were better than everyone." Xavier stormed closer to you, a thundering cloud following him in his steps. "Hey look at me I'm (y/n) and I am just sooo much better than the rest of you." Xavier taunted you, his expression went from harsh to babyish as he spoke in a higher-pitched voice. He held his hands close to chest, holding them together to make him look like a Saint.

"Me!?" You said in disbelief, pointing at yourself as you batted your eyes at him like he was insane. "Ever since I joined you have been nothing but mean to me! I tried to make truce but you were always out to mock me, Xavier. So don't you dare pinpoint it at me saying this." You start to lose your cool, tossing the book behind you to take sharp steps towards him. A harsh stare met him; you glared straight through your brows. The end of your upper lip slightly twitching.

Xavier had no reply and at some point couldn't even look you in your eyes. He was the first to avert his eyes. For a small moment, his expression softened under the dim lights of the great hall you stood in. You cranked your neck back to look at him, hair moving away from your face to fully expose the angered expression. But you tried to judge the expression Xavier had now. "If you are pitying how pathetic you are. Don't." You reply in a series of blunt replied before backing away from Xavier. Your shoulders losing the tense feeling in them as they dropped comfortably.

Assuming Xavier had nothing to say, it was your cue to leave anyway.

"No..." a much fainter calmer voice broke the silence. Xavier shook his head slowly as he looked down at the tiled ground. "I was doing it to protect myself. The moment you came into school, I had my eye out for you. But I couldn't have my heart hurt again. So I defended myself." Xavier felt so defeated as his head hung low - ashamed as he spoke.

"Urgh. Whatever. Fine, I'll leave." Xavier stopped, flipping back to his colder manners. He turned on his heel to leave. Ultimately you stopped him, grabbing his wrist - preventing him from leaving. "What the hell are you saying, Xavier? What do you mean?" You ask him frantically, did you hear him right? You mustn't have. Without even realising it, you hand a tight clutch on Xavier's sleeve. Holding to the thick fabric that rubbed against your skin, you slightly tug him back your way.

"I meant that. I like you. I have for so long. Did you really think this was all about how you are better than me? Or me trying to one-up you?" Xavier just slightly turned his head, he couldn't look you in the eyes as he turned himself into shame and embarrassment. He was chewing on his lip whenever he wasn't talking. On cue he began speaking again. "I was trying to stand out to you, get your attention. You always took it the wrong way so I went with it. I acted like I was trying to one-up you." He sadly continued before snatching his arm back to himself, pulling you forward with the force of his tug. Xavier easily broke away from your feeble grasp. "Don't you dare tell anyone. You've embarrassed me enough today." Xavier sighed as he began to scurry away. Trying to get away as fast as possible away from you.

You slightly laugh to yourself. You tried your best to swallow the urge down. "Xavier...do you really mean that?" You speak up from the broken laugh. Xavier stopped and nodded his head. But hearing your laugh, it told him everything. You were making fun of him. He almost ran away from you completely.

So it was never hate that pushed you so far away from each other. It was your own attraction that made things the way they are. "The feelings mutual." You speak up, hoping Xavier would hear you. He did. He froze, trying to hear you again. While he stood stationary, you walk over to him. Spinning around him to stand in front of him. And you lean in, placing a small peck on the corner of his lip. "I do like provoking you, however." You started to laugh, but it was cut short by Xavier who grabbed you and smacked his lips against your.

He waited so long for this. Xavier cupped your face in his hands. He even pushed the hair away from your face as he tilted his head. Xavier was desperate. Warm lips moving together in sync together. Both hearts are racing. You weren't even thinking, but you went with it. Holding onto his shoulders, pulling him down to your height and when he was low enough your hand slithered carefully behind his neck taking a soft hold of the light brown locks between your fingers. Xavier savoured every moment. Holding your body close to his, rubbing your face delicately. He held you just the way he wanted to hold you.

You pull away, gasping for the stale hot air that surrounded you. You catch a glimpse of Xavier's glowing eyes as he kept looking at you. "I've waited. So long, to hold you, to love you like this. I can't stand it, how much you make me feel at once. It was all so sudden." Xavier whispered into your ear breathlessly. Hot air tingles down your neck. You were still in shock at it all, everything processing slowly. Xavier held you tightly, gripping your clothes. His arms all tangled up in yours as he held you desperately. "I know you like me as well. Otherwise, you wouldn't have kissed me the way you did." Xavier read your feelings to you. You were exposed like an open book to him now. Feelings unravelled as you felt yourself embracing him. He held your smaller frame against his own taller and lankier frame.

"I wish you have told me sooner." You finally speak up after regaining your breath. Xavier chuckled, hands peeling off you. "Come to my dorm?" Xavier asked a smirk hinting at his filled lips. He had a lot to tell you about anyway... a room might have the best comfort for that.

Yeah... a small one-shot of a bit of enemies to lovers 🫶🏻 please suggest more shit for me to write cuz I'll 100% take any suggestions cuz rn I just wanna keep writing

[aventurinemylove]

Quiet moments<3

Poe x reader

Warnings- none

Sfw

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You and Poe have been together for a few years you guys were engaged. He proposed to you in front of the fountain you first met him along with a poem he wrote for you to tell you have much he loves you. You were currently in your shared bed reading his latest novel making sure the crime and plot made sense for a reader, you were honestly his proofreader which he greatly appreciated.

He was currently working on another novel for his “rival” Ranpo but honestly, you see their “rivalry” more as a friendship they had developed throughout time. The novel he was working on was to trap a criminal inside since he and Ranpo struggled to figure out the killer so they had to work on a plan B. Even though you both were working on your own things he felt your presence bring him comfort and motivation to keep writing. But as time passed the most tired you felt tired so you decided to close the book and head to bed.

Poe didn't fail to notice this.

“[name] My dear are you heading to bed now?” he asked with curiosity. You sighed as you turned to him and smiled “Yes love do you need something?”. He looked at you before smiling “How do you enjoy the novel so far?”. You were honestly so excited to tell him how great his work is and honestly to say you were invested was an understatement. “My love your novel is honestly amazing the literature and the way the characters are written are amazing,” you say smiling brightly at him. It took poe a minute to register what you said before turning a bright shade of pink.

You still had that smile he fell in love with when you guys first met which doesn't fail to make his heart melt.

You decided you were tired so you went to the bathroom to do your routine and returned to your work area and kissed him before murmuring “Good night love make sure you night go to bed late”. You head to bed to already see Karl snuggled up between you and Poe's sleeping areas which always makes u smile and as you lay down Karl goes up and snuggles with you.

It was a few hours later maybe a little past midnight but he finally finished the novel Ranpo asked him to complete. He saw u and Karl snuggled up and it didn't fail to make his heart swell he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you.

[therobotmonster]

Certified Saturday Morning Bangers of the 80s

(Incomplete, In no Particular Order)

I've probably done this post before, or something dangerously close, but I don't care, so lets rock!

Where possible, i've gotten extended cuts. This means video quality won't always be prime, but we're here for the tunes.

No Guts No Glory - Galaxy Rangers Theme

No Guts no Glory is a strong opener, both for one of the bizarrely common space cowboy shows of the 80s and for this post. It is a textbook Saturday Morning Banger, more believable as a real song than some actual 80s radio hits minus the name shoutout to Galaxy Rangers.

Can't blame 'em for working the song into an episode as a music video. This is something modern 'toons ought to do. 3 minute pop-song opener, make the full version in an ep, and use that section as a youtube trailer.

M.A.S.K. Theme - M.A.S.K.: Mobile Armor Strike Kommand

MASK is a show that, if it didn't exist, would be the fake 80s cartoon in other TV shows, and the theme song is the platonic ideal of 80s cartoon theme songs, a Shuki Levy-penned techno-pop earworm proudly belting the show/toyline theme without a trace of irony.

No one would mistake it for a radio hit, but it still hits right. See the laser rays fire away, indeed.

Count Duckula Theme - Count Duckula

I literally have a whole post about this theme song.

As a fan of novelty music, this slaps.

Wheeled Warriors - Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors

Can you sue a theme song for false advertising? Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors was a notorious flop and a tower of missed potential. It's theme song, on the other hand, threads the needle evenly between the radio-ready Galaxy Rangers and the delightful cornball sincerity of M.A.S.K.

"Wheeled Warriors" may seem like an odd topic for a song but I remind you that Judas Priest exists.

Jem is My Name - Jem and the Holograms

This song actually would have topped the charts if the cassettes sold with the toys counted as album sales. That's not a joke.

It also beats the trend of "boast songs" with a guest verse from a rival band by literal decades. Truly a pioneer, truly, truly outrageous.

Zone Riders - Spiral Zone

Meanwhile, the opening to Spiral Zone was very indicative of what you'd get, a tonally odd mixture of high cheese and Poe-faced intensity. A chorus singing the concept of the show with the reverence of a hymn.

C.O.P.S. Theme - C.O.P.S. (Central Organization of Police Specialists)

No, not the FOX series that set humanity back decades, but the wacky 30s-retro cyberpunk G.I.Joe sequel. An excellent sample of a minimal theme song, not quire a pure instrumental, but a lot of fun and just pleasant to listen to.

I might post more later. But if you're looking for covers for your weird soundcloud project, there ya go.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Title not found

I love how I said I'd write ler Dazai and then I proceeded to spawn this in the span of like 3 secs-💀

What does that say about me? That im very lee for Poe

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Poe x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Poe

Warnings: Tickles!

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You had always wanted to give writing a try, especially after watching your partner write countless novels to defeat his rival. But you just wanted to do it for fun, and what better time to start than now during summer?

It was all going great, your boyfriend made you your own little nook besides his own desk with enough pen and paper to write 'till your hearts content! Except there was one problem...

"Ugh!" you let out a loud grunt of annoyance as you crumbled yet another piece of paper and chucked it to the trashbin.

"What's wrong, love?" Poe looked up at you from his own desk, setting his manuscript aside to tend at you.

"These stupid words won't write themselves!" you pouted like a 'lil kid, even crossing your arms and slouching on your seat. This only made Poe chuckle at your little outburst.

"Why, that's part of the process!" he tried to encourage, but your pout only grew heavier as you tilted your head away from him. A small frown crossed his face as he scooted closer to you. "What seems to be the problem, dear?".

"I don't know... it's just so hard...!" you whined out, throwing your hands up in frustration. "I didn't think it'd be this complicated to write a story..." a soft sigh escaped your lips. "How do you do it?".

"W-well... there isn't a concrete answer for that... But I assure you, with time it'll get easier." he said with a soft smile but noticed you were still all sour. "Hmm... what if you set that aside for now and take your mind elsewhere? Maybe approaching it with a clear mind will help".

"Fine..." you softly grumbled out, comedically plopping yourself down across Poe's lap. His face turned brighter at the sight of you sprawled all cutely over his lap. "Blegh! You reek of raccoon..." you teased him playfully, causing him to let out a mock gasp of offence.

"You have a point there..." he let out a chuckle, his eyes glowing when he saw you smiling up at him. "You're so pretty when you smile...~" he suddenly spoke in a more affectionate tone. It caught you by surprise, making your cheeks flush. You tried hiding your ever-growing grin behind your hand. "Aww, don't hide. I wanna see that adorable smile of yours" he tried gently prying your hands away, both of you giggling at the playful back and forward. "Fine, you wanna be stubborn? I'll just t-tickle you then!~". He'd usually get flustered by the t-word, but in this case he had an objective in mind, seeing that smile (and maybe hear those adorable snorts of laughter).

Before you could process what he said, your eyes widened as Poe's fingers started to delicately dance across your midriff. The flood of giggles was too strong to keep intact and they soon started to pour out while you kept your hand stubbornly stuck on your face and tried using your free one to playfully swat his own away.

"As adorable as those giggles are, I still want to see that smile~" you could see the teasing grin grow on your boyfriend's face as his fingers climbed up and down your sides like tiny spiders, occassionally giving your ribs a quick prod to get you to squeak.

"GyaHAha! P-Poe, t-this isn't fahahair!" you complained through your giggle fit. Your cheeks, all the way down your neck, starting to turn red in embarrassment.

"Now dear, I never said I played fair~" without further warning, he shot his wiggly fingers under your arms.

"WAH-! WAHAHAIT! S-STYAHAHAP!!" you thrashed and kicked your legs around. Your body practically bouncing in his lap. You couldn't hold it anymore and your arms soon cane crashing down. Poe let out a gasp at the sight of your smile, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit as he stopped tickling you.

"Your smile is... so beautiful" he spoke with a warm smile or his own forming. Your smile was so big and bright, nothing in this world could convince him otherwise of how highly he thought of it. He then snapped back to reality "O-oh, sorry! Did I take it too far...?" he asked concernedly, helping you sit up straight and rubbing soothing circles along your back.

"Ehehe... yeah, I'm fine" you replied with that same smile that always made his heart swoon for you without fail. "Actually, I think that just gave me an idea!~" you cheered out as you quickly went back to writing.

Poe looked a bit puzzled at first but decided to shrug it off, everyone gains inspiration in one way or another. "Glad I could help" he placed a gentle kiss on your temple before returning to his own desk, excitedly waiting to see what you'd cook up for him.

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Haha ler Poe am I right

[bungobble-my-balls]

This is a pretty old headcanon I had for how Poe was pre-6 years and during the 6 years, and my personal headcanons changed after reading 'To all I've loved, I loved alone' which I basically adopted as mostly canon, but I still think its fun so here it is!

(I was also listening to 'non-stop' when I came up with pre-6 years Poe so that inspired this a bit)

- Poe, as one of the smartest young detectives in America, has never lost a case and has developed an ego. He believes that his word is truth because he's never been proven wrong.

- Poe loses to Ranpo in deduction, and after suffering his first loss, he builds a resentment towards him and sees him as an egoist that mocked him. He's a really sore loser.

- Poe becomes obsessive over getting back at Ranpo. He starts venting by replaying the scenario between them in his novels, then he starts planning ways he could really get back at Ranpo. He wants to prove that he truly is the smarter and better of the two by writing a novel with a mystery Ranpo not only won't be able to solve, but will die when he fails.

(I have a headcanon that Poe can go into his own novels and can act as a part of the story he's written in them)

- Poe spends years with this goal in mind. In his quiter and lonelier moments, he finds comfort in his hate over Ranpo because at least its some form of connection with someone even if it's one sided, and at least its a purpose. With enough time researching Ranpo and his achievements, Poe can't help but admire the man he hates, which fuels him to REALLY want to write better and take him down a notch.

- Poe joins the Guild, and the other members think he's a bit of a freak but they're all freaks so they start found familying eachother, or maybe more like an office comedy with most of them. He gets on with Lucy because of their similarities, even if they butt heads sometimes because of the differences in their personalities, but there's enough similarities for them to form a bond.

- At some point, Poe's obsession over Ranpo leans a little...sexual...and after an accidental mishap in one of his novels he realises that keeping himself isolated while only thinking of his 'rival' probably isn't the best for him, so he makes an effort to actually go out and interact with other people more, not just for work either. Que Guild hangouts.

(the mishap was that he had a novel where he'd written how he'd expected/planned for his confrontation with Ranpo to go, and there was a Ranpo 'character' in this novel. Poe would go into the novel and rehearse what he'd say, and the Ranpo character would respond however Poe assumes the real Ranpo would. He'd been going in this novel every now and then for years, constantly rehearsing and changing the lines where he saw fit. The last time he went in the novel, because his novels and characters respond to how he imagines them to play out, the Ranpo character started coming on to Poe because Poe was internally developing a sexual interest from his obsession that the novel recognised even if he himself didn't want to acknowledge it)

- The Guild prepares to go to Japan to get the Agency's business permit, and Poe finds out that Ranpo is part of the agency. After so many years, he can finally enact his 6 year revenge plan, and he's absolutely freakishly giddy. He seperates from the group, telling them that he'll handle Ranpo himself because its personal. When Poe doesn't come back after his meeting, some assume he might've been unable to outwit the detective and got killed or kidnapped. Meanwhile....

- Poe meets Ranpo again, and realises that he's...actually not much like the Ranpo he's been picturing all these years. And Ranpo doesn't consider him a rival, but an equal, and Poe is between stunned and having a crisis right now. He isolates himself again while the guild finishes their battle, because he's really not sure what to do now the last 6 years of planning did NOT happen as he expected, and the man he'd been obsessed with hating isn't actually that bad??? He's more nervous around Ranpo now, trying to figure him out and still unsure if this is all Ranpo's elaborate trick and that this is what Ranpo has spent 6 years planning on his end.

- After meeting Ranpo again, Poe's obsession turns from hatred to being whipped for him, but it happens too fast to process, and it's not like he hadn't felt this admiration for Ranpo before (even if it's a lot stronger now) so he still thinks these are feelings of rivalry.

So of course this headcanon is old and I don't completely see this as accurate to Poe, Ranpoe, or the Guild dynamic in canon anymore, but I think it's fun in a fanfiction way still.

[crplpunkklavier]

I'm rereading Exorcism (now that its finished! yahoo) and I love Kitty Poes sm shes such an interesting characterrr would you wanna tell me about your process for developing her? ig I couldve DMed you but I myself love a chance to rant publicly so here you go lmao. I am unfortunately only on chapter 14 (though I got further than that last time) so if you wanna be spoilery just give me a warning and I'll read it later >:3c

kitty my best friend kitty

i think i can go over this without any spoilers past chapter 14! you have already seen her big arc and i am sooo happy people liked her <333

so! i've never mentioned this to anyone before, but kitty is a bit of a riff off of one of my oldest OCs. when i was about 18, i was big into katekyo hitman reborn, mostly because i was even bigger into organized crime as a general topic. catalena foggia was the youngest of four, and after a rival family took out her parents and all three of her older brothers (you know, the sort of backstory you give people as a teenager) she very grimly stepped up to the throne.

now whenever i need a female character with a "hello, i Run This Place" air about her, my mind goes to catalena, who of course was called cat by all her friends.

and i knew that i wanted a character like that as klavier's manager. generally, whenever i get to make OCs for my aa fics, i try to make most of them women if they aren't already implied to be men by canon like the rest of the gavinners, since aa refuses to have adult female characters that don't die. the gavinners started out as a bunch of teenage guys, the music industry is tough as nails, LA is horrible..... nobody but cat could've done it, man.

the whole dutch connection sort of happened on the fly. i knew i didn't want to call her catalena foggia, even if nobody but, like, the two irl friends i still have who knew me at 18 lol, knew of that oc. it was still important to me to differentiate, because this wasn't cat, this was a new oc who was very similar to and inspired by her. i remembered that kitty is a valid first name, so i went for that, because i like to think i'm funny. :^)

once you reach the end of exorcism, you'll find a little gdoc with bonus content i left in the end notes there, which among other things contains explanations for all the pun names i've used in the fic. including kitty's, but i'll reiterate here: the reason i stuck with a cat theme was that klavier gavin, in my mind, is absolutely a golden retriever, so i wanted to give him a manager/babysitter who is a cat. a big cat. kitty is short in stature, but i mention her lion's mane of hair often enough in the text, so, u know.

that's also part of what i wanted her to be. yeah, she had to be tough simply for the industry and for the fact that she was managing teenagers for a while, but i also knew that i wanted to give klavier friends, and people in his life who really care about him, and will stick with him through all this. kitty is lawfully loyal: if she doesn't agree with something, she has no trouble walking out, but once she actually takes to someone like she took to klavier, she will be fiercely protective. i never mentioned her age, but i imagined her in exorcism to be somewhere in her mid to late 40s. she's seasoned, she's experienced, she's capable - she's what klavier deserves!!! that's what i wanted. kristoph and daryan are so painfully incompetent, when it comes down to it. klavier needs people in his life who know what they're doing.

so, i wanted a big little lion lady for my dog boy. i sort of just clicked through my various dictionaries for a while looking up different cat terms in different languages to see if any of them sounded enough like a last name, and that's how i landed on poes. only after that did i decide to make the dutch conundrum A Thing.

thank you for asking about her <33333 enjoy the rest of the fic, feel free to keep me posted about ur reading experience too :3c