#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!

[peachidin]

Crawlin' back to you

Maybe I’m too busy being yours, to fall for someone new.

Poe Dameron x f!reader

Rated M- 5.7k

Divider by @/saradika

tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, use of nickname "Blue" for reader, strong language, physical fight (not with MMC), cheating (not by MMC or FMC), rival pilots, unprotected piv, cream pie, praise kink, yearning Poe, ass smacking, hair pulling, we love a reader in charge!

Authors Note: Hello! As I was writing this story, "We could be together, if you wanted to" has gained some traction, so thank you all for liking my work! This idea of a yearning and pining Poe hit me, so I had to make it happen. For context, in this story there are three squadrons with order importance, Black squad, Red Squadron and Blue Squadron. Black and Red squad work on high importance missions and are ranked 'higher' than Blue Squad, which leads you, dear reader, to the story! I hope you enjoy "Crawlin back to you" as it is spicier than the others, and I hope to update "On the run (with you)" soon! As usual, I haven't reread this, I just post and hope for the best. I hope you enjoy!

Thank you!

It was only meant to be a one time thing. 

A one time thing a month ago.

You gasp as Poe’s lips attach to yours with fervor, his tongue sliding parting your lips as his hands roam underneath your long sleeve. Your legs wrap around his waist tightly, making it oh so easy to arch yourself against the growing hardness in his pants as presses you harder into the wall of his room.

Allegedly, Poe Dameron never spent the night more than once with a lover. 

This was the third time this week you've met. 

He pulls back, gasping for air before his lips attach to your neck, licking and sucking that sweet spot below your ear so harshly you almost came on the spot. 

“Poe, wait-” 

He pulls back immediately, his lust darkened eyes meeting yours eagerly. “What is it, baby?” He hums, rubbing his thumbs on the soft skin of your thighs as he waits for, honestly, anything you want.

You smile, shaking your head as your hands thread through the soft curls on his head. This was a dangerous game, you realized. He was someone you couldn't have, no matter how addictive he was.

“I have a flight maneuver early tomorrow, I should head back to my room.” You reply back, letting your fingers drift towards the hot skin of his neck one final team before lowering them  to his chest, patting it gently. His hands gave you one last squeeze before he lowered you to the floor, taking a few seconds to pull your shirt down to where it normally sat. 

He was sweet.

It was dangerous.

Poe smiles softly, almost bashfully, “Wouldn't want you to miss out on sleep.” He agrees, but his hand still lingers on your waist. One word and you could have another night of pleasure.

You nod, gently stepping away from him and gathering your pants from off the floor, quickly stepping into them as you move around his room to collect your few belongings. “I promise I didn't come here just for this, I swear I had an actual question-” You begin to ramble, suddenly feeling the need to explain yourself, why you showed up so late. 

Maker, you have never acted like this before.

Poe shakes his head, moving to sit on his bed as he watches you move through his space. “It’s fine, I’m always glad to be of service to you.” He grins good naturedly, not a trace of sarcasm escaping him. You pause in front of him, mouth opening to say anything to relieve this tension between you both. 

You come up empty.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You say softly, giving him a small wave, as if this man were just some regular pilot and not the man who gave you back to back orgasms just the night before. Poe chuckles softly, his head dropping forward before he begins to stand up, joining your side as you both move towards the door. 

“Sure, Blue.” He responds softly, and you can feel his hand lingering on the small of your back as you step out of his room, the sensation burning into your skin as his touch so often did. You turn around to face him, to try and explain the visit again, but his eyes are already locked onto yours and stealing any words you could have formed from your mouth. The air between you was thick, electricity striking your body with every noise coming from around you in the living quarters. Poe bites his lip as he raises a hand to your face as if to cup your cheek, the motion so quick you barely had time to close your eyes before a small flick hits the end of your noise.

You let out a shocked gasp as he laughs.“Be safe tomorrow, okay? Don't do anything stupid like you usually do when you get stressed.” The bedroom door slides to a close before your eyes even open again. A huff of irritation leaves your lips at his childishness, but you can't help the smile on your face as you take the long walk back to your own quarters. Even within your living space, there was no tie to the man. His room is filled with posters and plans strewn about his floors. The thick smell of cologne that almost seemed to hover like its own atmosphere. His room was so like him, warm, well lived, and well loved. Your room was bare boned. A bed and desk. Stacks of files for missions and maps coordinating future attacks organized by dates on your dining table. Straightlaced and to the point. This was who you both were. Two entities that orbited around one another but never should have met.

This was how it should have stayed.

The admired Black Squadron leader.

The calculated Blue Squadron leader.

The Blue Squadron was only a few achievements short of being on equal par with your fellow Squadrons. Poe and the Black Squadron were the primary team for any rebellion led missions, Red following as second in command. Today was your first chance of the year to prove to the general your squad was more than capable of handling complex missions, to be given the same opportunities as the Black and Red Squadrons. Your team was ready, you had been practicing for months now, and you felt it was now or never to prove to the rebellion what an asset Blue Squadron is.

And you blew it.

It was a standard attack formation, one you had prepped for so many times before. One you could do in your sleep. Your fingers moved robotically as you adjusted your coordinates, your team flying perfectly behind you. Your hand skims over the edge of the tiller, and before you realize it, your mind is drawn back into a memory of the other night.

Poe lying beneath you, his chest heaving as he bites his knuckles, your hand squeezing at his length with nervousness as you tried to sink yourself down onto him. “You couldnt mess this up if you tried, baby.” He had said to you, his hand resting on the back of your neck as you moved hesitantly against him. 

“I don't know, he didn't think I was good at this-” Your words are cut off as his lips sear into yours, his hand threading through your hair to crush your face to his. Your muffled gasp is replaced by a small moan as he sheaths himself into you, already hitting that sweet spot with ease.

“I dont give a fuck what he thought, youre perfect, Blue.” He had hissed, bucking his hips up harshly to draw out another whimper from you.”Say it.” Poe demands, gripping your hips as he plows into you from below, your hands holding onto his shoulders tightly as you nod.

“I’m perfect,” You whisper, trying to muffle your cries against his neck as the sound of your skin connecting reverberated through his quarters. Poe moans in encouragement and you have the desire to bottle up that sound for yourself. 

“Fuck yes, y-your perfect baby, so perfect for me-” He gasps, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his breath begins to come out in shorter spurts. Poe leans forward, pressing hot kisses along your chest, biting into the soft flesh of your breasts. You cry out louder, your climax nearing at a rapid pace as he pounds into you.

“P-Poe, please-”

“Please what baby, where do you want me?”

Another thrust has your vision darkening, a buzz sounding in your ear as he fucks into you harder. It was stupid. This wasn't meant to happen again. Not after the first time. But you were always a sucker for complexities. You brush your lips against his jaw, kissing messily along his skin before whispering into his ear.

“I want you to finish in me, I want you to be the first.”

If Poe wasn't gone before, he was now. His thrusts grew harsher, his fingers bruising your hips as he slams into you, mumbling incoherently. “Fuck, you want me to cum in you so bad, my perfect girl-” He groans, moving one of his hands to your slick folds to rub hard and fast against you. A sharp scream leaves your throat and you topple against his chest, your body pulsing around him tightly as you reach your orgasm. You can feel the last few thrusts before hot spurts coat your insides, Poe whimpering as his head falls against your shoulder, his back heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You tilt your head back. Your eyes glazed over with satisfaction as you both ride out your high together. You let out a little laugh and his hand quickly smacks your ass, Poe’s muffled voice coming from below you.

“I’m sensitive, you sadist.” He growls, and now you can't help the tumble of laughter pouring out from you. Poe lifted his head to glare up at you, but in that moment, your smile was so bright he couldn't help but chuckle along with you.

You shake the memory from your head, your squadron already approaching the final bend sooner than you anticipated.

“Focus, Blue, focus.” You whisper to yourself, watching your squad carefully as you begin your turn. It was sharp, but even a rookie could get through this, and you soar through it with ease. Next was more difficult, but you had practiced, you knew the formation like the back of your hand by now. You carefully lock your X-wing in, breathing out slowly as you wait for the harsher turn. The mind was always so fickle, that's why you preferred equations and plans. You could feel yourself slipping back into that same memory, a heat pooling in your lower belly. Then you hear that maker's damned voice once more.

“One more baby, give me one more.-”

“My sweet girl, taking me so perfectly-”

“I could stay in you forever-”

A hard jolt shoved you deeper into your seat, your X-wing began losing altitude. Your squad's voices blaring through your comms, overwhelming your mind as you tried to straighten your ship. 

“Squad leader-”

“You’ve been hit!”

“Land now-”

And as if your ego couldn't take enough of it, that same voice from your mind rings out, but this time unfortunately through your headset like the others.

“What the hell are you doing, Blue?!”

Your teeth grind together as you pull yourself back into place, barely registering the sound of the flight tower calling your squadron back to base. Everyone was down there. Everyone had seen. 

Cold sweat began to drip down your neck as you carefully took the time to land your X-wing, mechanics quickly running over to assess the damage to the outside exterior. You huff as you climb down the ladder, shaking your hair out of your hemet and relishing in the open air as you struggle to take deep breaths. You can hear your crew clambering to get to you, and you can hear their questions already.

What happened?

What happened?

What happened?

“Blue, what happened?”

Your eyes snap up to meet those soft brown ones you had come to know so well. Poe was gripping your shoulders tightly, his fingers digging into you whether he noticed or not. Your relief at seeing him was short lived as you remembered just why you crashed. 

“I’m fine, Dameron.” You snap, shaking his hands off of you. Poe looks at you first with worry, then agitation. 

“Obviously you're not fine, Blue. You could do this course in your sleep and you crashed!” He hisses, clenching his hands at his side. You frown, and begin to respond before another set of hands grip your shoulder. You only needed one look at Poe's glowering face to know who it was. One you had done so well at avoiding until now.

Red One.

Poe's second in command.

“Hey, what happened up there? You okay?” He asks quickly, his eyes raking over your appearance.You force a smile, brushing him off with ease. 

“Honest mistake, I was-” Your eyes flickered to Poes before returning to the helmet in your hand, “I was just distracted was all.” 

Red One was born on a planet near yours, the commonality making you both acquaintances in flight school. You both studied vigorously, and desired high marks, yet somehow both of you were always beaten by the one named Poe Dameron. The three of you grew and eventually joined the rebellion, him and Dameron taking over the Black and Red Squadron while you were assigned Blue. Despite the large amount of rebellion members, it was easy for you to drift back to him, the reassurance of something familiar in your life. While Poe was off gallivanting with his squadron across the galaxy, you both worked together on unit tactics. It wasn't long before you both began to reach for one another, quick meaningless acts of pleasure when it was needed. It was easy for it to mean nothing to you, because you both knew this wasn't forever, but at least you had one another.

It worked then.

Until Poe came around again. 

Poe was always smart, but he was also warm, and charismatic. People were drawn to him like the sun, wanting a chance to feel that splendor for themselves. Despite the fact everyone wanted to be around him, after a recent 5 month journey he had decided to follow only you around aimlessly. 

“Dameron, don't you have someone else to bother?” You muttered, clutching new plans from the general tightly to your chest. Poe walked behind you with a grin, his hands carelessly tucked into his jacket pockets as he kept up with you.

“When was it a rule that I couldn't spend time with a fellow squadron leader?” He retorts, gently nudging your shoulder with his own. You let out an exhausted sigh, rounding the hallway corner into the row of living quarters right before yours. Maybe you thought you could evade him, you weren't sure, but what you didn't expect was the door nearest you to slide open with a smooth hiss, giving you a clear look into the room. You stop so abruptly Poe barely had time to avoid colliding with your back. 

“What the fuck, Blue-” He complains before glancing down to your face. Your eyes stared blankly into the room, one you had become very familiar with over the years.

Red One’s, now occupied by the pilot himself and a mechanic you recognized from the Droid depot, clothes littering the floor as they cling to each other near the door. Red One's eyes widen and he curses, fumbling around to slip back into his flight suit. 

Now normally, Poe would make a sly comment, or laugh off the awkwardness with ease. But he couldn't. Not when he saw the expression you were making. Despite his games and jokes, he knew you well. Poes fist tightened as he stalked into the room, shoving Red One back a step. “Now, why the fuck would you do this?” He growls darkly, his brown eyes darkening with rage. You weren't sure if you have ever seen Poe like this, not even after a failed mission. Poe never resorted to violence. Never.

You move quickly, stumbling forward to grab onto his arm, tugging him back. “It's fine Poe, it's not that serious-”

“Not that serious? He had the best damn pilot in the rebellion and it wasn't serious to him?” His words make you pause, heat rushing to your cheeks as you tighten your hand on Poe's arm, giving him one last tug. 

“Blue, I can explain-”

“It's fine Red, we're going now.” You respond calmly, carefully dragging Poe out of the room until the door can slide shut. Poe tugs you along swiftly moving down hall after hall until you recognize the path to your own living space. Your hand was still on Poe’s arm, and you could feel his body shaking underneath. 

“Poe, it’s fine-” 

“How long were you two together?” He asks, his tone softer now than it was previously. You glanced up at him, his brown eyes soft once more as they bore down into your own. You blink quickly, thinking of just how many months it had been. 

“Since our first mission to Nevarro.” You answer honestly, and you don't know what to think about the string of curses that leave his lips. “Why does it matter, Poe? It was just a fling-”

“Was it just a fling to you?” He asks suddenly, his gaze hot and piercing. You try to answer, to conjure up some response, but all you can do is shake your head. “We both got what he wanted, and I'm actually surprised he waited this long to find someone else.”

 The look of anger that flashes across his face has your brows furrowing, unsure of why it bothered him so deeply. You open your mouth to speak again before Poe lets out a deep sigh, turning to face you fully as his back rests against the metal wall. His hand reaches up slowly, gently touching the soft skin of your cheek. 

“Still, are you okay?” He asks in a gravelled tone, continuing to stroke your skin with small movements. His touch was far different from Reds, you quickly realized. Red touched you briskly, his hand roaming over your body as if you would disappear. 

Poe touched you with reverence. He kept his movements small, keeping contact with your skin as if you were his center of gravity. “He's an idiot, Blue, you can do so much better than him. He can't even coordinate a landing path to Jakku without using a droid.” A surprised laugh tumbles past your lips, pleasing Poe as he stares down at you. 

“And you can't fly a straight shot to Crait even if you tried.” You shoot back, a smile still tugging at your lips. Poe’s eyes soften as you laugh before him, your usual icy exterior melting away to that young pilot he once knew so many years ago. He takes a breath, biting his lip before he speaks in a soft whisper. “I would have made you my second, if it was my choice.”

You can't control the deep flush that rush to your cheeks as you hear him. “Red is a good second in command, I still have a lot to learn-”

“You think I don't know who drafts our tactile formations? I could practically see you solving the broken flight patterns while reading them.” His voice grows more firm, demanding you to accept his praise. “I can only be a good leader with someone like you supporting me, and I'm sorry they don't realize it yet.” 

You don't cry. You don’t even cry as Poe leans in closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek as he coos words of praise to you in the dimly lit hallway. Red never acknowledged the work you did, smooth talking his way into putting his name on the plans alongside yours. You would shrug it off, under the impression if one Squadron succeeds surely the other would too. This never changed even when he began to take more missions farther out into the galaxy, while you and your squad stayed back, waiting for the chance to chart your own paths.

The truth now laid out so plainly in front of you.

You had been used.

What did you want? Had you wanted Red to choose you? Only you? Did you ever even think you would have options?

Your hands tighten into fists, sharp pain shooting through your hands. Poe pulls back with a lazy smile on his face, but it quickly falters as he sees the scowl etched onto your face. “Hey what's wrong Blue, did I overstep? I’m sorry-”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Poe's mouth hangs open as your words hit his ears, sending palpitations straight to his chest. “You want me to…”

“I want you to fuck me, yes.”

Poe can't help but chuckle as he shakes his head, his hand covering his face as he inhales deeply. “You don't want that, Blue, you're just mad and understandably so-”

“I am choosing this, Poe Dameron, I am choosing you to make me feel something. I know it's just a one time thing with you, I want one night”

Well, now this was an interesting statement. 

This he could work with. 

Poe tries to quell the smile tugging at his lips as he leans back, knocking his fingers on the cool metal wall as if it could cool down the heat racing through him. “Just one? I'm afraid you'll end up wanting more, Blue.” He murmurs, taking the chance to glance back down at you. Your eyes meet his, fiery and unwavering. Maker, you meant it. Poe tried to stifle the groan threatening to spill out of him.

“One night, I just want one night.” You promise, stepping in even closer to him. With one deep breath, your chest would rub against his, and you tried to ignore the shaky breaths emitting from the man before you. 

“But I want to set some ground rules first.” You say in a soft voice, moving your hand so it begins to trail up his arm. Poe can only nod as he stared down at you, captivated by your movements. 

“This happens in your room, I don't need you making a mess of my space.” Poe can't help the snort that leaves his mouth, but he nods his head anyways. “Two, I want to be in charge.” You were proud of how little your voice wavered as you spoke, “I get to decide how this goes.” 

Your words make Poe's jaw twitch. How often did you get what you wanted with Red?

“I promise I will be your devoted servant.” He agrees, reaching for your hand and pulling it to his lips, placing a slow and sensual kiss on your pulse. 

Maker, this was going to be harder than you thought. 

“This is a one time thing, we don’t acknowledge it after, and we dont let it change our working relationship.” 

Poe's throat only constricts a little before he nods, “Of course.” He drops your hand gently, waiting for you.

Now Poes stares at you with a burning look in his gaze, his jaw clenched as he stares between you and Red One. 

“Distracted? Blue, you could have hurt yourself.” He hisses, running a hand through his hair in an irritated manner. You frown, noticing the crowd gathering around you all now. 

“It was a mistake, a stupid one, but I’m fine-”

“Maybe if you weren't so busy sleeping with our Squad leader you wouldn't have messed up.” The insult stabs through your chest. You turn slowly to face Red One, a grim look on his face as he sighs before continuing, “I really thought you were smarter than this Blue, you really couldn't wait for me to explain what happened before you just moved on to the next available guy who would fuck you-”

You honestly aren't sure who moved first. One minute your hearing began to ring, your heart thundering in your chest, and then here you were, standing over a bleeding Red. Your fist felt like it was on fire but honestly, you didn't care. Then you feel Poe’s arms wrap around your waist, tugging you back as people begin to shout, surging in to watch the scene. 

“All those years I spent underneath you were absolute shit compared to what Poe’s made me feel in one month-” You spit out, years of rage boiling over as you watch Red sit up, his hand shakily touching the blood pouring out of his nose. “And I hope you can prove you know how to draft a mission plan because I’m going first thing tomorrow to get your name removed from all of my work, my work.” You seeth, tugging against Poe's grip one last time. You can feel his face near yours, his nose gently running along your cheek as he squeezes your arms gently. “Let's get out of here, Blue.” He whispers, and you nod, giving Red one last glare before moving through the parting crowd. You swear you can almost hear cheers as you and Poe enter the flight squads quarters, shutting yourself off from the rest of the world. 

You feel yourself enter a room, and you finally feel the world unblurring as you realize Poe brought you back to your own quarters. You can feel him gently pull at your clothes, removing your flight suit with great care, reaching into your drawers to find some comfortable clothes he slips onto your body without an ounce of alternative means. A sudden hiss leaves your lips as he bumps his hand against your injured one, and he quickly moves you to your bed. He curses before you, kneeling between your legs as he tentatively grabs your hand, assessing the broken skin on your knuckles. 

“Shit baby, you got him good.” He smiles, taking a clean rage and gently dabbing at the bloodied wounds. You wince and he immediately pulls back, waiting for you to let him continue. 

“I shouldn't have hit him,” you mumble, biting your lip as he hits another painful spot, “I’ll probably get written up.” 

Poe snorts, shaking his head. “I dont it won't be any worse than what he's gonna get. Plagiarizing plans? Falsifying records? He's lucky if the general even lets him get drinks for us.” You can't help the laugh that tumbles out of your throat, nodding along to his words. He quickly wraps your hand in a simple bandage, just tight enough to keep your hand from throbbing. You meet Poe’s gaze as he looks up at you, crouched between your legs with a serene look on his face. 

“What?” you ask softly, gripping your sheets with your other hand. Poe just shakes his head, “So, I've given you a better month than he could in years?” 

You groan as you drop your head to his shoulder, embarrassment flooding your senses. “I didn't mean to say that in front of everyone.” Poe just laughs, letting his hands run up and along your thighs. 

“It was pretty hot to see you claim me in front of everyone like that, baby.” He smiles, gently using his hands to lift your face so he can look at you. You flush brightly, your eyes unable to look anywhere else but his gaze. “Im sorry, I'm sure that was uncomfortable for you-”

 Poe shakes his head, his nose brushing along yours. “You still don't get it, huh?” Before you can speak again he pushes the two of you up and back, laying you down onto your bed as he hovers over you. “I want to be yours, Blue, I think in some way I always have been.” He says softly, intertwining your hands together as he presses them beside your head. “I've slept with people, yes, but none could get you off my mind.” His lips gently trail down your neck, biting and kissing at your skin. You gasp, your body reacting so easily for him. “You were always there, since flight school, in my mind, always competing with me. Then I leave, and I come back to tell you-” He carefully slips his hand under the edge of your shirt, feeling your skin with a gentle touch. 

As if he can't believe this is still happening.

“I come back and see you look at him like that, and I would have supported you baby I would have, but-” He hisses as your body arches against him, brushing together as heat begins to flood your body. “Lucky for me he was an idiot.” Is all Poe can say as you crash your lips to his, gripping his jaw tightly as you angle him in closer to deepen the kiss. “Fuck, I can only ever think about you Blue-” He gasps as your hand trails in between you, running your fingers along the seams of his length. “I only want to think about you, I want to be yours forever-” He rambles on, your hand moving rhythmically against him as you listen to him beg. His words fill your chest as he speaks, so plainly yet undoubtedly true. 

“Poe?” You say softly, watching as his eyes open to find yours, dark and glazed over with lust, but his attention undivided. You smile softly, only slowing your movements ever so slightly as you take a breath to speak. “I'm yours.” You whisper softly, your smile widening as you see his eyes begin to water. You gasp as you tugged up, pressed against his chest as he buries his face into your neck, holding you impossibly tight. 

“Fuck, Blue, I almost didn’t last when I heard you say that.” Poe grumbles, and you laugh loudly as your hands pull his hips to yours. 

“We're just getting started, Dameron, I can't have you tapping out so early.” You grin, letting your hands snake up the bros expanse of his back to caress his head. An idea strikes you as you hold on to one another, your hands running along the carved muscles of his body. 

“Poe?” You ask softly, turning your head to look at him as he pulls back slightly from your neck. “Can we try something?” 

His smile is lethal. 

“How do you want me, baby?”

You carefully pull back from his embrace, eyeing him playfully as you turn onto your hands and knees, movings towards the headboard with a sway to your hips, Poe’s eyes practically glow with desire, and you feel his hand run along your spine, gripping your hips dangerously before you grab onto the headboard, arching yourself against him. You can feel his chest contracting behind you, his hands moving to your hips instinctively. You loved this, feeling so crowded by his body and scent.

Poe wasted no time in shucking down your pants, tilting your head to meet his lips in a fiery kiss as the cool air of your room blows against your exposed lower body. You reach a hand behind you, finding the edge to his pants and working to pull them down, releasing his cock between the both of you. 

With a practiced precision, Poe sheathes himself into you, a satisfied gasp leaving your lips. You can already feel the headboard creaking under your grasp, but you don't care.

“Shit, baby, I'm not gonna last long-” He pants, kissing your neck while giving you another small thrust. He leaves one hand on your waist as the other snakes to your slick folds, teasing you gently as you let out another moan. “I don’t care, just fuck me Poe, please-” You whine out, pushing yourself against him with need. You gasp as you feel a sharp slap to your clit, only making you infinitely wetter. 

“I’m going to take my time fucking my girl.” He growls, and pulls you in for another thrust. Your face turns towards the board, hot pants of air escaping you as he thrust into you from below, perfectly hitting that spot within you that makes your toes curl with pleasure. He leans forward, wrapping a hand over yours as he fucks you into the headboard, his other hand tightening on your hip as he slams into you.

“My beautiful girl, so wet for me. Do you like making me so hungry for you? Driving me wild seeing you so lost in pleasure? Absolutely drenching my cock?” His words almost send you over the edge alone, only capable of giving him a choked sob in reply. 

He fucks into you mercilessly, grinding himself against you with every thrust, his own orgasm approaching as quickly as yours. “Fuck, baby, you were made for me, never gonna let you go-” You feel him shake as he begins to unload into you, his hand rubbing tirelessly over your clit and quickly sending you over the edge into your own pleasure. 

“Fuck!”  You cry out, shaking as he continues to thrust into you, emptying himself entirely. The room is filled with pants as you both lean against each other, your hands trembling as you use the headboard to hold yourself up. You feel so impossibly full. You shift gently, feeling his body tense behind you as his head rests in the crook of your neck. 

“Still with me, Dameron?” You smile, turning your head to gently press a kiss to his temple. You can feel him smile against your skin, placing his own soft kiss on your shoulder. “Always, baby.” He whispers back softly, lifting his head to gaze at you with pure adoration. You eventually separate, slinking down into your bed wrapped in each other's embrace. Any other clothes were shed, the need for urgency long behind you both as you tak in these moments of being utterly at peace. 

You rest your head on his chest, your eyes drifting close as you listen to the steady beat of his heart. “Poe?” you ask softly, running your hand along his sternum. You can feel him shift, knowing he was looking down at you.

“Yeah, sweet girl?” He asks gently, running a hand through your hair and you swear you are in heaven. 

“When did you realize you liked me? You…we, we’ve just been together for so long and I never realized.” You ask, turning your head up to look at him easier. Poe smiles, so easy and carefree, and just shrugs. 

“Maybe always?” 

You swat at his chest, a chuckle rumbling in him as he grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your pulse. “Be serious!” You scold, but the smile on your face tells him all he needs to know.

“I am serious. It was always you.”

Your smile only grows softer as you listen to him, your hand continuing to rub small circles onto his skin. “I’m sorry I took so long to realize it.” You whisper to him, reaching up to rub his jaw. Poe grins and moves over you, flipping you both until he rests on top of you. He surges forward,  kissing you as if you had all the time in this world. You both stay close, his nose brushing against yours as you gaze into each other's eyes. Poe speaks, whispering into your ear, and you know he means it.

“I would have waited forever for you”

[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.

taglist: @navs-bhat @reidwritings @tricia-shifting14

[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

[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.

[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.)

[captainsophiestark]

Fall 2024 Fic Recs

Here's a list of all the awesome stuff I got to read this fall! I didn't manage to read as much as I wanted to, but the things I did get to read, I absolutely loved. Go check these out and give the authors some love! Fics under the cut!

Agent Carter

Jack Thompson x Reader

What Are The Odds? by @ghostofskywalker

When Jack travels out to LA to assist on a case, he certainly doesn't expect that the person he meets the night before would also be part of the SSR.

Untitled by @writeroutoftime

like a work rivals to lovers au where you run into jack and his family out and he has to awkwardly introduce the two of you? idk i just love socially awkward jack i think its so cute

Undercover Feelings by @writeroutoftime

you and jack don't like each other in the slightest. but when an undercover mission throws the two of you together, what will become of your relationship?

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Untitled by @auroracalisto

short fic between anthony and a poor reader using the line: "i beg you to stay, just 'til tomorrow."

The Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen x Reader

A Moment's Reprieve by @ghostofskywalker

Your first gala after winning the Games is overwhelming. Katniss is there for you, and not just because the Capitol thinks you're in love.

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon x Reader

snowball fights by @writeroutoftime

you, arthur, merlin, and the knights are walking in the courtyard when a snowball fight breaks out

Marvel

Clint Barton x Reader

Sweet & Oblivious by @ghostofskywalker

Too nervous to act on your feelings towards your teammate, you've taken to leaving sweets in his room as a secret admirer. This time though, he's caught you red handed.

Loki x Reader

Landslide by @girl-next-door-writes

After a brutal mission leaves you battered and bruised, Loki’s protective side flares up as he confronts Tony for putting you at risk. Amidst the tension, Loki’s fear of losing you surfaces, and he reminds you just how much you mean to him.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

'Tis The Season by @ghostofskywalker

How early is too early to start putting up Halloween decorations? According to your girlfriend, never.

Star Wars

Captain Rex x Reader

May I Have This Dance? by @ghostofskywalker

Working as a bodyguard for the heir to a distant planet's throne was not something Rex had ever trained for, and neither was falling for the princess he had sworn to protect.

Commander Fox

The Surprising Side Effects of New Bacta by @ghostofskywalker

When the Republic sends you a new type of bacta, you realize it has some pretty strong side effects, including the ability to make the ever-stoic Commander Fox mindlessly confess his feelings to you.

Poe Dameron

Droid Diagnostics by @ghostofskywalker

When BB-8 visits your workshop for a check-up, you finally get to meet the person that your favorite droid spends a lot of time telling you about.

Crossover

Jedi!Peggy Carter x Reader

rival (n.) by @ghostofskywalker

rival (noun): one who attempts to equal or surpass another, or who pursues the same object as another; a competitor.

[bluekat12345]

Smiling Critters vs Nightmare Critters

While I don't personally play the game, I like the watch other people on YouTube playing, and I also like seeing fanwork relating to the Smiling Critters. And with the release of the Nightmare Critters, one of the first things I thought that these were supposed to be counterparts to the Smiling Critters. I wanted to share my thoughts on which Nightmare Critter counters which Smiling Critter.

DogDay vs Simon Smoke

I made this choice because DogDay is the leader of the Smiling Critters, and Simon 'knows' he's cool and popular and knows how to almost win popularity contests, so I imagine he would be the self-appointed leader of the Nightmare Critters. But while DogDay is friendly, warm, and encouraging to his friends, Simon is an absolute jerk who always brags about his popularity and accomplishments, making it clear he's better than others.

CatNap vs Baba Chops

This was the toughest, but ultimately, I thought these two would be counterparts to each other. Because with CatNap gives introvert vibes, being quiet, calm, but still tries to be there for his friends, Baba prefers to be alone, far away from others, locked away in her house, and has to practically be forced to join her friends. (Plus, CatNap helps his friends sleep, and a classic way to fall asleep is by counting sheep...)

Bubba Bubbaphant vs Touille

I thought this appropriate because Bubba is the brains of the Smiling Critters while Touille might be kinda stupid. Bubb is attentive and tries to get all the facts and most likely has a wide range of knowledge and interests while Touille only talks about trash yet isn't exactly informative or helpful despite talking a lot.

Bobby BearHug vs Rabie Baby

Ultimately, I think these two would counterparts since Bobby is a caring soul who is loving and compassionate to her friends while Rabie seems like she has no respect for her friends since she doesn't respect privacy, loves gossiping and spreading rumors and lies, and isn't afraid to share other people's secrets, while Bobby would never dream of hurting her friends like that.

Picky Piggy vs Maggie Mako

I felt this was an obvious one since they are big eaters within their respective groups, but while Picky encourages a balanced diet and eating healthy, Maggie eats anything except vegetables and basically laughs at the idea of eating healthy.

Kickin Chicken vs Icky Licky

While Kickin is considered the cool kid of the Smiling Critters, Icky Licky gives the impression of someone who tries to act cool but fails. Kickin also doesn't give up and even if he doesn't succeed, he'll be cool and try again, Icky is a poor sport who always has an excuse for why he didn't succeed, and would most likely lose his cool and give up in anger.

CraftyCorn vs Poe

They both seem to be the most creative of their groups, since Crafty likes to draw and paint and Poe likes listening to music, but Crafty is on the lighter side of art while Poe would be on the darker side. While Crafty is colorful, sees the beauty in things and likes to share her art, even if she's shy, and uses art to make herself and others happy Poe is dark, angry and gloomy, prefers to hangout in graveyards alone, and hates brightness and sunlight, and he seems to see the negative in things.

Hoppy Hopscotch vs Allister Gator

This is another one that I felt is obvious since Hoppy is energetic and Allister is lazy, so they are natural opposites. She puts all her effort into whatever and is a team player, Allister doesn't like to put the effort in anything, would rather wait for good things to happen to him while letting others do the work for him.

This is just a personal opinion so do not consider this as canon. As I'm sure you noticed, not all the critters are exact opposites of each other, but I made this list based on which the Nightmare Critters could possibly be rivals/archenemies with which Smiling Critter, if the two groups ever met, each would have their own rival. Feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions!

[ijustwannaseecoolart]

Poppy Playtime Politics AU: Rivals

Gov. Simon Smoke

Nepo baby as a member of another one of the country's most powerful families

Bribes? What bribes? SHUT UP

Say what you will about him, but he can make a deal

TOTALLY not salty that DogDay beat him in the election

First Lady Rachel "Rabie Baby" Smoke (nee Bailey)

Simon's social media manager

Attack ads? Dirt? Blackmail material? She's got you

She and her husband love the spotlight almost as they do each other

Used to be an actress

State Atty. Gen. Icarus "Icky Licky" Licinius

Simon's top legal aide

Can finagle his way around anything

Has thought about throwing Simon under the bus

Master at finding loopholes

Lt. Gov. Poe Corvinus

Simon's top advisor

Sick of everyone, especially Simon.

Chain smoker

Didn't even want this dumb job in the first place and only stayed because Rabie has records of his browser history.

Sen. Allister Gator

Falls asleep when he's not supposed to, so how this fucker got elected at all, we'll never know

Doesn't even have an official website

Friendly with the opposing side

Nobody ever knows what he's planning

Margaret Mako

Editor-in-chief of Bite of the News, one of the country's top news organizations

May or may not have helped Simon get elected through propaganda

Particularly ruthless when in came to President Dayton's marriage.

"What is this 'journalistic integrity' you speak of?"

Barbara "Baba" Chops

Touille's girlfriend

News writer that works for Maggie's company

She knows her rights (especially the one about self defense)

She especially hates Defense Sec. Hopscotch

Touille Dechets

Local minimum wage serf

Not in any position of power or influence, but he is just happy to be her.

Always votes for made up candidates

His very existence is the strongest possible argument against democracy

[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!

[aventurinemylove]

Quiet moments<3

Poe x reader

Warnings- none

Sfw

—

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.

[theuntoldoriginsoftheportmafia]

Part Ⅳ The Port Mafia - Chapter 4.4

✗ Who the hell is Edgar? ✗

7,884

(A/N: This is my favourite chapter, and yet, unfortunatley it is unfinished. It's not super connected to the rest of the plot though so you can read it and the next chapter will still make perfect sense. Pleas don't skip it though, I mean, you can if you want to but, I worked hard on it.)

It takes Ranpo minutes to solve the mystery in each novel. Fukuzawa groans, trying to hide his disappointment. 

'I'll just have to try and find something else. And here I thought Poe-san sounded so promising.'

Unbeknownst to Fukuzawa, Ranpo is disappointed too. 

'That's a shame. I knew I'd solve it easily, but the writing is really good, and the characters and the setting seem so real! I want to finish these, but it's impossible now that I already know what will happen. It'll just be boring, and I hate being bored.'

Both Ranpo and Fukuzawa sigh.

"No matter, you still have police work. Why don't you go and play with Elise? I'll find someone to pass these on to, maybe Dazai-san will find them an interesting read. They certainly seem dark enough for him." Fukuzawa eyes the novels wearily as he speaks. He hadn't realised exactly how dark the author's work was until he'd skimmed it, but Ranpo read the first parts of each one with joy. Sometimes the boy's tolerance of violence and black and white sense of right and wrong scares him.

Once, Ranpo, still learning to navigate the large Port Mafia headquarters, walked into one of Ozaki-san's torture sessions, not a pretty sight by anyone's standard. Even Poe-san, the writer of these troubling tomes, would flinch at her methods. 

The young women being tortured had abandoned the mafia and started up a rival gang using their intel to try and take over the city's trading routes. Their leadership was clumsy at best and in doing so they had nearly brought havoc into the already fragile port city. Some American trillionaire was trying to buy up the gem trading routes, and they approached the women for a deal. If they had succeeded then it would tell foreign organisations that they were free to take chunks out of the city and eventually it would become a mess of warring foreign gangs.

When Fukuzawa realised what Ranpo had seen he attempted to comfort him, to which Ranpo replied with a shrug, "Eh, they deserved it. They were going to bring disorder and chaos back to our city. Why shouldn't they be punished?" And with that he'd taken another sweet from his pocket, popped it in his mouth and walked off, showing no sign of distress.

In the present, Ranpo looks at the books, conflicted. He doesn't know why but he doesn't like the idea of them being given away. "Fukuzawa-san, wait."

The man turns, surprised, "Yes, Ranpo?"

"I'll keep the books." There is something almost defiant in the teenager's voice.

"You will?" Fukuzawa's eyebrows raise of their own accord.

Ranpo turns to look out the window, suddenly embarrassed, though he can't place why. "Ah, well, it would be disrespectful to Poe-san, who spent so much time and effort to write these if I didn't even finish them, no?" 

Ranpo isn't sure if that's a lie or not. The statement is objectively true, maybe? But there's no way for Poe-san to ever find out whether he's read the books or not, and an author so great would surely care not for the opinions of one young kid. And Ranpo has never cared much for what people thought before.

Both Ranpo and Fukuzawa are conscious of this sudden change in attitude, but neither put their feelings into words.

"The books weren't expensive, and money is hardly an issue. I won't be offended if you don't like them." Fukuzawa says. He knows how much Ranpo cares about him, and hates for the boy to force himself to like the present.

Ranpo doesn't answer, too busy thinking. 'I can't finish these. What's the point of finishing them? But I can't seem to make myself give them up either. Why? . . . Ugh. But isn't it ruder to let them go to waste sitting on my shelf instead of giving them to someone who can properly enjoy them?'

Ranpo can't decide.

'Since when has he cared for the feelings of strangers? The author will hardly know if he has finished the stories or not, so why? Or perhaps it's something else . . . do these mysteries remind him of his father, maybe? Yes, that must be it.'

Fukuzawa smiles sympathetically at his adopted son, he can see the conundrum and spares him the difficulty of answering a question requiring him to look inside himself. 

"That's fine, Dazai-san can read them anytime. Good day, Ranpo-kun." 

And with that, his mask is back on, and he's gone, leaving Ranpo alone with his thoughts.

-

It's nearly 22:00, Ranpo is normally asleep by 21:00, yet he lies wide awake, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom in his quiet home. Most of the house is perfectly adult, grand, and giving no indication that anyone under 20 resides there, but here, in the only child's bedroom, glow in the dark star stickers cover the walls.

Ever since birth, Ranpo has been unable to sleep in complete darkness, not out of fear, just simple inability. Maybe it's because he's always hated not being able to see everything, not knowing what's going on in his surroundings. Or maybe it's something else entirely.

After a year of sleepless nights, for both Ranpo and his parents, his mother put these stickers up. One would think that after nearly 17 years they would have stopped glowing or peeled off, but somehow they shine just as brightly as the first day they were bought.

Suddenly another light flashes, a more natural one. Lightning. 

'Oh. A thunderstorm.' Ranpo notes this apathetically. He loves thunderstorms, but now he's too busy thinking of the books on his shelf, the first new ones he's gotten since his parents died.

He used to love books. Every night his mother and father would sit in his room, one on the foot of the bed and the other in the corner rocking chair, and take turns reading to him. Never mystery novels, those were too easy, but everything else. Fantasy, action, adventure, dystopian, science fiction. Ranpo didn't always understand them but he loved the sounds of his parent's voices and whenever he had a question they would stop and explain patiently while he drank in the new information hungrily. Sometimes, his father would simply sit and tell Ranpo about the case he was working. And those stories were by far the best.

Now he has no time to read, and he knows the endings to all the books anyway. Yet, when his parents were alive he loved to hear the same stories over and over and over again, to hear the way they would read it, the theatrical rise and fall as they did voices for each of the characters, reading it slightly differently each time. 

Now the words just sound empty. 

A draft swirls through the room.

"Ugh, I must've left the window cracked." Ranpo sighs, voicing his thoughts just to break the silence as he gets up to close it. As he does, another gust blows through, knocking down a stack of blankets.

He freezes.

Among the pile of cloth is a piece he hasn't seen in a long time. A green and white throw woven in a zig-zag pattern, with tasselled ends. He remembers how they tickled when he would brush against his mother as she sat with him. 

Feeling suddenly heavy with emotions he picks the fabric up, burying his face in it. Nostalgia washes over him. Having been hidden in the stack of other blankets for so long it still smells like his mother, her minty conditioner, the same kind Ranpo now uses but a little different, mixed with her gentle but distinctive perfume to create a smell that is effortlessly Hirai Tohru.

Thunder shakes the quiet room and Ranpo's cheeks feel wet as if the rain is inside.

"Oh, yeah, the . . ."

With clumsy movements, he closes the window, just before the raindrops soak the wooden floor. But the wetness doesn't stop.

"Am I . . .?"

Ranpo reaches up to his face, feeling the tears with surprise. He hasn't cried in a while.

There's a soft tapping on the door, a gentle rapping. Lenore wants in, to comfort Ranpo in her own bird way.

"It's . . . okay, Len, I'm . . . fine" Ranpo manages, not sure why he's bothering to hide his sobs from a bird.

When the door is cracked the large raven flies in, landing on the shelf, right next to the new nooks. She taps them curiously with her beak.

Hesitantly, Ranpo wraps his mother's blanket around him, sitting himself on the window seat to watch the rain. A memory overtakes him, a comforting quilt of several memories.

His mother sitting on this very same window seat with young Ranpo in her lap, the two of them staring out at the rain together, watching the lighting in fascination, counting to see how far away the winter storm was. 

Then again in Spring watching the wildflowers bloom, colourful buds rising up from the weeds. 

And in Autumn watching the leaves turn brown and float gracefully to the ground. 

In all the seasons watching the small animals, the rabbits and the squirrels and the birds, pass by the window. Patiently she'd nod and smile and answer as he pointed out each one and asked its name, and when he got too sleepy she'd start pointing them out until he drifted off.

"M-mum." Ranpo whispers, voice cracked from the tears.

He hates crying and being sad and how his throat and stomach hurt from sobbing and how his vision gets all blurry. 

Maybe he's going crazy, but he can hear his mother's voice. 

"The best part of any story isn't the end, it's how you get to the end. Sometimes it's nice to read the same thing over and over again, to live in the story and with the characters, simply because it's warm and familiar and because it makes you happy. It doesn't matter that you already know how it ends, all that matters is the journey of reading it. That is something that never gets old. You can soak up the turns of phrase and details, and fall, for a time, into another world. To me, that's one of the most beautiful things a human can experience."

This is what his mother had told him as he fell asleep the night before her death. He'd had a fever that day and everything felt fuzzy around the edges. He hated being ill even then, hated the stuffy nose, and itchy scratchy throat, and the feeling of being weighed down. But when his parents read to him all of it seemed to go away as he was pulled into the novel and suddenly he was as good as new inside of the fictional world.

When morning came his mother made him stay in bed instead of coming with her and his father into the city. Even his favourite cartoon couldn't entertain him, he was so eager for their return with the promised sweets and new books.

Now in his dark room, Ranpo can hear his own voice, a younger version weeping tears of longing.

With his fever broken, but still in bed, he was bored and resorted to pacing the longest corridor in the house. He kept pacing, repeating his path exactly every time, waiting for his parent's return, with a determination that many adults lack. 

Eventually, he knew it had been too long, his parents had never left him for such a great length of time, and knowing this his pacing intensified until he was running back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And then, out of breath, he was out of the door desperate to find them with no idea how. All alone he stood on the hill overlooking the city, cold air stinging his tear damp cheeks, the scream stinging his throat. 

And he knew like he knew every other thing he figured out so easily. He knew his longing was pointless and so it turned to grief, the feeling more vast than the city sprawling out beneath him.

The memory feels suffocating, the sobs so frequent Ranpo can hardly breathe through his burning lungs and chest. He doesn't want to think of this. Why can't he stop? He just wants it to stop! How can he make it stop?

He does the first thing he can think of, grabbing the first book in reach. He's tempted to throw it, but his respect for books is ingrained too deep, so he opens it to the first page and begins to read.

It's one of Poe-san's novels.

It starts just how Ranpo remembers it from earlier today, but the strangest feeling comes over him. A feeling of relaxation. Now that he doesn't have to worry about how it ends he's free to notice the little things. The way the character is described with certain details so purposefully left out or included is very careful, a story crafted with love and care. It reminds him of the way his father used to tell stories and suddenly his tears don't hurt so much.

With each drop that falls his father's voice becomes clearer, his own internal monologue taking on Hirai Kogorou's voice until it's his father reading him the book.

-

The sun begins to rise just as Ranpo closes the book. He finds himself disappointed that the novel, which looked so long at first glance, is over already. He looks out the window, sees the colourful sky, and realises with a start that he spent all night reading.

'I thought I would be bored but I wasn't! I wasn't bored at all! That was great! Mum was right, the middle is much better than the end! I should read another one.'

As Ranpo finishes the thought a yawn overtakes him. He huffs. It also becomes clear that his head is throbbing.

'All that crying really tired me out, at this rate I won't be able to keep my eyes open. I think if I look at another page, I might faint. Argh, and there's still work . . .'

"Wait, sleep deprivation counts as an illness right?" Ranpo asks the room.

Lemore caws back, seeming to nod her head in confirmation.

"Great! I'll just call in sick."

Dragging himself up from the comfy position, Ranpo retrieves his phone from its charger and dials Fukuzawa.

"Yes, Ranpo?" Fukuzawa sounds barely awake.

'Oh, right, it's still early for him. Oops.'

"Fukuzawa-san, I'm not feeling well, so I can't come in today."

Ranpo's voice is still gravelly from the sobbing fit and now slurred while sleep overtakes his body.

Fukuzawa is immediately concerned., not questioning the early call-in time, "Not feeling well? Do you have a fever?"

Ranpo rolls his eyes, appreciating the concern but not wanting to extend the conversation any further, the crackly quality of voices coming through phone speakers is only exacerbating his headache. "No. It's just a small cold. I'll be in by tomorrow."

"Alright . . . but don't push yourself if you aren't feeling better by tomorrow. Come in when you feel absolutely healthy again."

Ranpo has to smile at the leader's concern. "Yup."

With that he hangs up, falling into bed, disappearing into dreams.

-

He dreams of fictitious worlds, beating hearts, wine cellars, black cats and his father with him, a face to go with the voice, the two solving the mysteries side by side. He hasn't dreamt his father's face so clearly in a long time.

He wakes up in tears again, a softer kind of crying this time, the tears gentle displays of his happiness. It's dark out again, and thankfully Ranpo is still tired.

'There is hope yet for my sleep schedule. It's not quite my normal bedtime though, I'll wait an hour. But what to do until then . . .'

He sighs shakily, thinking of all the emotions he's felt in the small span of 24 hours. He can't deny that these books have, beyond a doubt, moved him.

'I know! I'll write a praising letter to Poe-san!' Ranpo smiles at the thought. He adores praise, so it must be the perfect gift.

Lenore circles the room, grabbing paper and pencil and dropping them on Ranpo's desk. He thanks the bird with a treat from the glass jar.

Then he begins to write.

"Dear Poe-san,

I really liked all of your novels, even though the mysteries were somewhat predictable and took me barely a minute to solve, (it's hardly unexpected since I am the Greatest Detective in the World) I still had an amazing time reading. Your characters are so well written, I'd like to live in a world like that. The simple, chronological world of a novel where everything that happens has a reason behind it that makes sense. 

Maybe if I lived in a novel my parents would still be here with me, or maybe their deaths were all part of some greater plot that I have yet to deduce.

Anyway, I've never finished reading a book since they passed. I always figure out the ending long before the story is over and I never saw the point of reading further after that, so I have a bunch of barely-read books on my shelf. Because of you, I'm going to read all of them!

Getting praise is one of my favourite things in the world, so I thought I'd write this letter to you. I hope you like it."

Ranpo could end the letter there but something deep inside of him makes him continue.

"Reading your novels reminded me of when my parents used to read to me when I was younger and to be honest it made me cry. A lot. Reading your work made me feel as if my mother and father were right beside me. So congratulations, Poe-san, you're now one of the few people who can make me cry. That's a real achievement, be proud of yourself, and keep writing books so I can read them!

~ The Greatest Detective in the World"

Ranpo folds the letter into an envelope happily, unaware that some of his comments could come off quite offensively. He also pays no mind to the fact that the letter is written in Japanese, a language which it is unlikely that Poe speaks, but who knows? Maybe things will work out anyway.

'In the morning I'll ask one of the goons to find his address.'

Still smiling, Ranpo falls back into bed.

-

In the morning Fukuzawa greets him, fretting until Ranpo shakes him off. He's not sure why, but he doesn't want Fukuzawa to know what happened. This feels too personal. And he's eager to send his letter so he hurries past, brushing him off.

Fukuzawa tries not to take it personally. 

'Ranpo must still be grumpy. I'm sure some sweets will cheer him up.'

-

The lower floors of the Port Mafia are both darker and lighter than the upper floors. They hold less pure evil but are also farther from the sun. Ranpo's mask, a white Greek theatre mask with its mouth twisted into an uncomfortable-looking smile, seems to glow in the dimly lit corridor.

On one of these lower floors is a small cubicle belonging to a man by the name of Sakaguchi-san. He has a precious sort of gift, not very much use in active combat but still a nice asset to have. Discourse on Decadence it's called. An information extraction ability, making Sakaguchi-san the best out of all the analysts working under Ranpo, or rather pretending to. 

Sakaguchi-san is a spy. Ranpo knows this, but it just makes him all the more useful, he has information not only from the Port Mafia but also the Special Operations Division for Unusual Powers and its international network. Sakaguchi-san will surely know the address of Edgar Allan Poe since the author has been involved in an ability user case.

Ranpo opens the door, knowing Sakaguchi-san will be inside. Sakaguchi-san is always inside. He looks up with tired eyes, not bothering to flinch at the mask, he's too exhausted.

"Ah, Clairvoyant-san. What can I help you with?"

"I need you to find someone for me."

With the help of a young ability using back alley hacker Sakaguchi-san met a few months back, finding someone will be no trouble.

—

The letter arrives at Mr. Poe's home exactly 3 days later.

He wouldn't have even bothered to check but on his way back inside from some errands his racoon, Karl, the physical manifestation of his ability, notices the peculiar black envelope with its blood red wax seal sticking out from his mailslot. The fuzzy mammal pulls the envelope from the slot with his mouth, and scampers up his master's shoulders to finish the delivery.

"Oh! Why, thank you Karl."

'What could this be? I never receive mail. Mr. Fitzgerald maybe? No, he would never bother with something like this, and he has my number.'

Thoroughly mystified, Mr. Poe takes the letter into his study, opening it carefully with a tarnished, antique letter opener.

He looks at the note, it's written in swoopy characters. He recognises them as Kanji.

'Something from Japan? Is it from Gelhart Security Services? Couldn't they just send a message through Mr. Fitzgerald. No, they would have written in English anyways. Oh! Oh, what if someone else found out . . .'

He refers to Francis Fitzgerald, older than Poe but still a young man at only 22 and a half who hopes to establish an organisation for ability users he calls The Guild. He approached Poe after finding out about his ability from an anonymous source. 

Poe was worried, terrified. He's kept his secret so well for so long, dictating his novels to an unaware typist just to avoid any mishaps. 

Mr. Fitzgerald told him the anonymous informant had seemed friendly, and that they had said not to have told anyone else of Poe's ability. It seemed they were trying to help out. Mr. Fitzgerald couldn't, even with all his resources, track down the informant but no one else had approached Poe so it was assumed they were telling the truth.

Shaking his head to clear away the anxious thoughts he begins to read.

Languages have always come easily to him, and he's been diligently studying Japanese ever since Mr. Fitzgerald offered him a Guild adjacent position, hoping that when The Guild is fully established, Poe would join. The position involves heading up a security service that the billionaire recently bought. The service is located in Yokohama, Japan and was originally funded by the German government but went underground when the subsidy ended, which was unfortunately shortly after Mr. Fitzgerald bought it. The man was warned that there must be something wrong for the company to sell for that cheap but he was optimistic, a fault he's still learning to overcome. Not liking the idea of owning a company responsible for illegal activities Mr. Fitzgerald paid Poe to go and straighten them out.

Why did he pick Poe? The author has no idea.

"It's alright if they pillage the occasional gang warehouse now and then, but having armed robbers on my payroll is not a very nice look. If they operate in the criminal world let them at least do so with more subtlety. Don't you agree? And think, this will be an excellent chance to experience a culture so different from the West." is what Mr. Fitzgerald had said.

Now Poe is thankful he'd started learning the small country's language. He can understand every word but even still he reads it through thrice just to be sure he has it right.

'P-predictable! He solved it in MINUTES!? N-no. No way. This "Detective" must be lying. T-that's not possible . . .' Poe's thoughts turn desperate. He is the greatest mystery novel writer. He is. His work is NOT predictable.! No one can take this, certainly not some random stranger who writes as if he isn't over the age of 13. This has to be some joke, it has to be. His mysteries have to be interesting and engaging. He has to be the best, nothing less is acceptable, nothing less would make his father acknowledge him. 'he couldn't have . . .'

Poe starts to hyperventilate, spiralling into his mind, his head getting foggy.

'Calm yourself, calm yourself, calm yourself. Edgar Allan Poe! Calm yourself at once!'

He breathes deeply, concentrating as hard as he can on steadying his breath and with each inhale and exhale he shoves the inadequacy down into a mental box. He imagines it as an ornately decorated treasure chest, beautiful but filled with evil. He may resent the box and all that fills it, but it does the job.

When he reviews the letter once more, with a semi-clear mind it really is very sweet, assuming any of it is true.

'My books . . . made this boy cry?' Poe doesn't know what to do with this information, he never thought anyone would find his gory tales emotionally stirring. 'He still enjoyed my books, despite their claims of its predictability . . . is that perhaps what really matters? No. I must find out what happened! 

But still . . . he gave such praise. I have never received a letter like this one. What was the point? To insult me and then give me the highest compliment, saying that I changed him so deeply, is this boy mentally unstable? What happened to his parents? What's with the "Greatest detective in the World" thing? He says my books led him back into his love of reading and he did seem quite eager. He said he wants me to write more books, for him to read! ' Poe feels a warmth spreading in his chest at the encouragement. There is something cute, he thinks, about being referred to with the Japanese honorific. And then there's the biggest question of all: 'S-should I . . . write back?'

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Poe feels foolish as he types World's Greatest Detective, Japan into the search bar on his computer.

A slew of Japanese news articles come up, all about a man called The Clairvoyant. At first, it looks promising until Poe notices the dates. 

'No, this isn't right. This man would be much too old to have written a letter in such a carefree, childish style.' Poe thinks as he looks at one of the few pictures taken of Hirai Kogorou. He frowns. He needs to know who has outwitted him.

So he does the only thing he can: write back. Determined to hide his confusion and desperation behind politeness he begins the letter by thanking the detective for his praise and then starts questioning him.

'It's unlikely that I'll get an answer especially since the man didn't even include his name and the return address was a fake, but I have to try. Maybe if I question his intelligence enough he'll take the bait and write me back? Hopefully . . . Ah, this is quite pathetic, but what else can I do?'

With shaky hands, he puts his message onto paper.

"Dear "Greatest Detective in the World",

I want to start this letter by asking you to forgive any errors I may make, I only started studying Japanese a few months ago, so if I seem to be struggling to get my point across or if any of my phrasing doesn't make sense or seem as elegant as it is in my published works, that is why. 

To begin I will say that I was quite shocked when I received your letter as getting mail is a rare event for me, particularly in this new digital age, so thank you for surprising me.

Now, as to the contents of your writing, those were a surprise as well. I thank you for your compliments, but some of your other comments confused me.

Most who read my novels are sufficiently stumped by them, as is my reputation. I am the author whose carefully thought through prose keeps readers unaware, basking, lost and confused in its beauty until the very last page. So, forgive me if I find it hard to believe that you have so easily cracked the code to these mysteries.

Who on earth are you? How old are you, because, if you're just a kid, then please stop joking around. Nobody finds you funny. 

What reason do you have for claiming the title of "World's Greatest Detective"? Isn't that a title that others should give you, not yourself (there are no news articles about you)? What have you done to earn it? What makes you think you're so smart?

But of course, I don't mean to be rude, not at all. All good authors must learn from and enjoy the opinions and feedback from fans and critics alike. What exactly makes you feel my mysteries are predictable? How did you work them out? I'd like to know.

~ Sincerely, E.A. Poe

P.S. I feel rude addressing you as Detective-san, so If you don't mind. I would like to know your name, even if just your surname or whatever you'd like me to call you by."

Satisfied with this he seals the blood-red envelope with black wax seal of the Poe family crest. 

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A few days later Ranpo receives the letter. He opens it growing amused as he reads the contents. He can see the desperation in Poe's handwriting. Cruel satisfaction rises inside of him at having bested one of America's genius writers. He isn't known in the mafia as The Clairvoyant for no reason.

He's smiling as he scrawls his letter.

"Dear Poe-san,

I'd like for you to call me The Greatest Detective in the World or The World's Greatest Detective, either is fine. 

Your Japanese is very good, you must be studying really hard. That's probably the one thing you're better at than me. I've picked up some Korean and a tiny bit of Chinese since my job involves international clients but I'm miserable at learning languages.

I did indeed solve the mysteries in your books, but you shouldn't feel bad because I am The World's Greatest Detective. I can't tell you much about myself, so you'll just have to take my word for it. Don't bother searching me up online again, you still won't find anything.

For your second question: While I did initially crown myself with this title, the police I aid, all agree with me, as well as my colleagues and subordinates. I solve criminal cases and deduce all sorts of information in seconds. That's how I solved your novel. 

But I will tell you this,"

Ranpo proceeds to list exactly how he figured the mystery out, his smile growing as he does.

"So that's how I did it. I hope you're satisfied! 

Write something else for me, okay. Something actually hard to solve.

~ The Greatest Detective in the World"

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When Poe receives the reply he had been pacing with anticipation for, he doesn't bother with the formality of a letter opener, tearing the envelope open with his hands and retrieving the letter. Karl nibbles curiously at the scraps of envelope.

He ignores the put-down about languages, growing more confused as he reads the detective's reply.

He's learnt a few things but none of them are helpful in identifying this mysterious man.

1) He is work involves clients, some of them from other countries (across Asia at least)

2) He works with the police. ('Is he some sort of agent of Interpol? That would explain how he'd found my address, particularly since I was recently involved in a criminal case recently. I think there was even a new article about it.')

3) He has people working under him, but also people at his level so he must be at least somewhat high ranked, even if not at the highest rank.

4) He is very very very observant and very very very smart.

5) Outwitting him is probably hopeless.

'How did he know I'd searched him up? Well, I guess it's a fair assumption, that is what most people would do.'

So Poe writes back. This time he has a plan, a plan of vengeance, a plan to ensure that he and he alone is the best. In this letter, he sends a fragment of his new novel under the guise that he wants to see if Ranpo can truly deduce the ending without the entire text, a way to ensure no cheating.

The truth is that the fragment is infused with his ability, Black Cat in the Rue Morgue. His ability allows him to transport anyone into his novels, all they have to do is read a single word. He can even transport them into a book that wasn't written by him, so long as it's one they're currently reading. They can only get out until they solve the conflict of the story, usually a crime or other mystery, seeing as that's Poe's favourite genre, and explain the answer aloud, but this book is different.

This story isn't a mystery, there's no crime to solve. Poe plans for the man who's defeated his novels to die in this story, transported in by a page from the novel he's crafted for this specific purpose, never to return to the outside world. Thus sealing his position as the greatest mystery author.

As Poe sticks his letter in the public post box (he has to use it because the post carriers don't bother checking his house anymore), he hesitates. 

'Should I really go through with this? I've never committed murder on someone who I have every reason to believe is completely innocent, maybe even an officer of the law, before? Is this the right thing? And if by some miracle, he doesn't die he could reveal the fact that I have an ability . . . oh! What to do, what to do, what to do?! . . . It will all be fine. What could possibly go wrong? I must go through with this if I am to be the best, and I MUST be the best. There is no other way. Unless I become the best, my father will never acknowledge me.'

Poe slips the envelope in. He is the best and he will stay the best, His father will eventually have to accept him. And when he does he'll come to visit his son whom he abandoned before his first birthday . . . and that's when Poe will kill him. Maybe slit his throat right there, maybe trap him in a novel to starve, or get mauled by beasts. Either way, it will be a pain equivalent to what Poe and his mother experienced. 

His mother, his poor mother. She could barely get out of bed after her husband left and eventually, she succumbed to pneumonia, it wasn't exactly a quick death. Poe was only two years of age at the time. He shouldn't be able to remember anything, but he does. He remembers how he watched her take increasingly difficult breaths, he watched the life drain out of her with each laboured exhale and listened to her fever-slurred words of affection to him as she died. Maybe it's because of his ability, maybe he had an eidetic memory even then.

Poe will kill that wretched man, and no one, Interpol or otherwise, is going to stop him.

With his shoulders set, his heart steeled and his mind a little manic but determined, he drops the letter in, walking quickly back to his home. Inside he's greeted by one of his many bookcases, volume after volume, spine after spine, and he's read them all, and he will probably do so again. They remind him of the detective's first letter. 

"I've never finished reading a book since they passed. I always figure out the ending long before the story is over and I never saw the point of reading further after that, so I have a bunch of barely read books on my shelf. Because of you, I'm going to read all of them!"

Poe stops in his tracks, the thought sending ice through his veins. The detective will never finish reading any of those books . . . because of him.

'Ah, it can't be helped. This is absolutely necessary.' Poe assures himself, yet still he feels the sadness building up inside him like footsteps descending into a dark cavern or bricks being added to a wall. The turning of phantom pages echoes through the house.

'At least I have Karl. Karl will be my friend forever!'

He shakes away the thoughts, slinging his jacket over the back of his chair and kicking off his boots, far more carelessly than he would ever be ordinarily. Feeling a little lighter he heads straight to the large mahogany cabinet in his barely used sitting room. After all, nothing goes better with murder than underage drinking. 

Poe stands for a moment in front of the piece of furniture, the windows, decorated with swirling patterns, make him dizzy despite his sobriety. Slowly he takes the key from the top of the cabinet, which he's only recently been tall enough to reach flatfooted or without shoes, and turns it in the lock. The cabinet opens with a resounding click revealing the mostly still full bottles of sparkling alcohol inside.

Aside from the occasional murder, Poe wouldn't consider himself a lawbreaker. In all his time living alone, he hadn't touched his father's stash of expensive liquor. He'll legally be able to in only two years, but right now he just wants to feel the exhilaration of intoxication which he's heard so much about from books, telly, and older friends. Yes, he knows the expensive whiskey is wasted on a young and inexperienced pallet like his but this was his father's so he gives about zero fucks.

Forgoing the fancy crystal glasses he grabs his favourite mug, (with a raccoon wearing a witch's hat and riding on a broom) and fills it with the strongly scented brown liquor. He downs it in five gulps. It burns like when you put an alcohol swab too close to your nose or bite your nails after using hand sanitiser, only so much worse. It leaves him sputtering and gasping for breath, hacking so hard he sounds like a certain black and white-haired inhabitant of Yokohama.

Even still, his veins fill with a comforting warmth, as if there's a miniscule fire roaring through him. When he recovers himself, he pours another mug. This one, Karl knocks from his hand, chittering angrily. Poe knows it's impossible (is it), because Karl's a racoon, but somehow he wears an expression that's so human. A look of disappointment, and . . . worry. The mug, thankfully, lands on the carpet, but the noise reverberates uncomfortably inside Poe's skull and the liquor spills out over the floor. 

" . . . H-hey, whu zat for?' he slurs.

Karl, very smart for a raccoon, grabs the bottle cork and uses his paws to push it in, then takes the neck between his teeth and scampers off.

" . . . Eh? W-waaaait givit back!"

The racoon doesn't turn, but seems to shake his head as he disappears into the darkness. Poe could summon him back, he lacks the faculties to do much of anything right now. He starts after his pet and the bottle of liquor but all the doors are closed and he can't seem to remember how to open them. So, with a great amount of effort he staggers to his room and falls into bed, red faced, and still fully clothed.

'It . . . will be . . . so sad . . . to say goodbye . . . to my dear detective . . . when . . . he was . . . the one . . . to get the most . . . out of . . . my novels' Poe thinks drunkenly, a sad sort of smile on his face as sleep overtakes him.

(A/N: Author-san doesn't drink, certainly not fancy alcohol, so R.I.P. these descriptions, lmao. 

Also for anyone wondering, Poe can tell Ranpo's gender despite not leaving his name because of his use of the personal pronoun "boku". 

I have a HC that Karl is the manifestation of Poe's ability, like Elise is of Mori's. This is because Karl seems to be way smarter than a typical racoon and able to do things intuitively that normal racoons can't without extensive training. Karl normally has behaviour and habits of a normal raccoon, but when he senses Poe's in danger (say of alcohol poisoning) he becomes almost human-like.)

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Ranpo expects the reply and is pleased when it comes. He may or may not have intentionally used inflammatory phrasing just to ensure his dialogue with the author, an admittedly great mind, would continue.

'Such a shame that he feels such animosity towards me. It's not like it's my fault his mysteries are simple. Mori-san would be pleased with my underhandedness.'

In his office he opens the letter, pausing to take a bite of a candy bar, then he sets his eyes on it. As soon as he processes the first word he feels himself being sucked down, down down. 

'What the—? What's going on? Is this some sort of trap?'

Before he can finish his thought he lands in a new world. It doesn't materialise around him like something new, instead it stays static and stable as any earthly room or scene, as if it has already been long established and Ranpo is the outsider.

'Since when did isekai become a real thing?' Ranpo scoffs as he takes in his new surroundings. 

He's outside. The day is warm and the sky is blue, dotted with perfectly shaped white clouds, like cotton balls or candy floss. The rolling hills are alive with grass of vibrant green and wildflowers add brillant pops of colour. Majestic oak trees sway in the gentle breeze providing shade, on one tree there is a swing secured to a branch. 

To the side of the house is a small lake, it ripples slowly jiggling the lily pads that float upon its surface. A crane stands at the edge and frogs splash happily until the crane spears one of them violently with its beak and gulps it down.

There's something unsettling about the place. He feels it in his bones, but Ranpo can't point out what it is specifically. It's already driving him mad. Everything looks as it should be but he can feel something underneath like a thrumming evil. He files the information away for later and continues observing.

In front of Ranpo is a road, a driveway and it leads up to a large mansion. The mansion is a beautiful grand place with new paint and trim, light shines from within the spotless windows, and smoke rises charmingly from the chimney. It's perfect. 

Too perfect, apart from one thing, the single imperfection in the utopic vignette. 

A thin crack extends from the house's intricately tiled roof, down the front of the house, just missing the front door, and disappearing into the lake.

'Now that isn't right.' Ranpo wants to be pleased that he's found something to justify his unease, but he can't shake said unease enough to be pleased.

He's a Port Mafia executive as well as a police consultant, he's seen more gore and death than most, yet he scarcely thinks of it again, but this sickly peace sends a shiver through him. 

At the same time, he feels too hot. And the seams on his clothes, usually hardly noticeable (and picked for that very reason) are suddenly very irritating. He whines and tugs at his shirt surprised when he finds a thicker material. Wool.

"Ack!" He squirms quickly out of the heavy suit jacket and begins loosening the tie, and unbuttoning the vest. After he's shed the layers, he runs to the edge of the lake, shaking his hands and arms out a bit manically at the new freedom. The crane doesn't startle, instead looks him dead in the eyes before returning to its hunt for frogs. 

On the surface of the lake, Ranpo stares, aghast at his reflection. He's wearing a three-piece suit, a term he only knows because of his father's love for the Sherlock Holmes series. He reaches for his glasses and realises they aren't in his pockets, instead there's something smooth. 

He takes it out. It's a folded sheet of paper, almost identical to the one he held only minutes ago, but this one is faded and creased. It tells him that he was asked to visit this strange place by a friend suffering from a mysterious illness alongside his sister.

'Perhaps my "friend" can help?' Ranpo thinks doubtfully.

He walks up the drive until he arrives at the front door, like his own home, it has a knocker, which he uses to rap thrice on the heavy wooden door. 

Someone answers just after the third knock. A man, tall and slender and looking quite pale, his brown locks are frizzy and slightly matted, and barely visible beneath a stringy fringe are his eyes, which Ranpo guesses are dull murky brown on a good day, marred by dark circles.

(A/N: For those of you wondering, yes Poe did subconsciously model the main character after himself because of his desire to meet Ranpo.)

"Oh, Hello friend. Thank God you arrived on time, and with all this terrible weather. It's truly a miracle indeed."

"What?" Ranpo looks behind him. There's only the sunny, perfect sky and that seemingly never ending road behind him.

"The weather, the storms, the lighting? Haven't you noticed? It's rather hard to miss, is it not? Are you quite alright?" The man sounds frantic, his voice cracking and when he runs his hand through his hair, his fringe pulls away, revealing fevered eyes. "Well, I really must insist you get inside. You're getting soaked."

"Oh, uh, yeah."

More creeped out than ever, Ranpo tries to peer around the man and see into the cracked house. Behind the owner is what must be the house's main staircase. The bainsters are chipped and crumbling away, the carpet is torn and rotten. Broken, flickering lamps, slashed, red stained paintings and animal heads in various states of decay line the walls.

Ranpo knows it's not a good idea to go in there, but having no other choice, he enters. Immediately as his foot crosses the threshold he feels the dampness seep into his clothes. He is, in fact, soaked.

Inside the house, everything is different. The mansion is what can only described as decadent. The stairs shine, perfectly polished with soft maroon linear carpet. The sconces give the foyer a soft glow, perfectly lighting the charming landscape paintings and mounted animals heads, unharmed on their plaques.

'Unharmed aside from the fact that their heads are no longer attached to their bodies.'

The friend directs Ranpo to a perfecty fluffy sofa. He knows he shouldn't sit, no matter how safe it looks. If there was ever a time to get a bad feeling, it's now.

"Oh, I'm quite stiff from my travels, I'd prefer to stand."

"Of course, I shall prepare some tea." the man leaves. Ranpo realises that he doesn't know his name. The letter was only signed "your friend".

When Ranpo looks out the window he sees the most disturbing things of all. The day is now dark, the sky black with heavy clouds, lighting striking fiercely, trees swaying and the flowers blown over. He can even hear the creaking of the swings, and the rippling of the pond mixed in with the flap of wings.

Frantically he runs for the door. The man was right, it is raining. But as soon as Ranpo steps out of the threshold, the day is calm again.

"My friend? Are you determined to catch your death out there?"

Ranpo turns, quite startled. "No, . . . I was simply investigating what could be the cause of your illness. You were right, this weather isn't good for anyone."

To Be Continued . . .

(A/N: The next chapter is finished. It's a separate storyline so don't worry it will make sense.)

[ticklish-n-stuff]

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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