#bungou stray dogs Poe

[scrimblyscrorblo]

Ranpoe w the recent meme cuz it’s funny af

[hyaha-ha-ha]

shush he's planning his really evil revenge against Ranpo

[hello0person]

Poe and Ranpo!

[philzokman]

what’s up with autistic men and doing this

[vonrov]

Hi hi!!! I’ve got an idea if you’re interested!!

So the reader is an avid literature fan, and they really love Poe’s novels!! One day they meet him and Poe is confronted with the prospect that….. maybe he doesn’t need to keep writing just to possibly stump Ranpo one day…. Maybe he’s already an incredible author deserving of praise,, :’)

^ if that makes sense lol, but I’m super excited to see where your blog goes anyway!! Following immediately <33

a fan?

・ Poe x GN!Reader { Fluff ・ Warnings { None ・ Word Count { 1.3K ・ Masterlist { LINK

It all started when he met a fan. A fan. Someone devoted to his work, someone who enjoyed and loved his writing. He could remember the day like it had just happened. The feeling of his cheeks growing warm, as the tips of his ears reddened with the praise he sought for every time he tried to stump Ranpo with one of his stories.

He also remembers the way he fumbled with his coat and undershirt as the person in front of him would gush and ramble about the different scenes he wrote, the different characters he poured his own attributes into, as well as the attributes he wished he had. He listened with shaky fingers and an anxious feeling bubbling in his chest as they brought up the dialogue he would spend his time reading aloud over and over again until it felt right.

It would be in his next novel, he wrote a character into the ongoing plot who reminded him of the devoted fan he had met out on a walk to gain inspiration.

And inspiration he found.

Inspiration he found in you.

Whenever he felt stumped with his hobby he went on a walk. Down the street, take a right, and pass by that cafe he was always too scared to go into because of how deadpanned the barista looked in the mornings. It was the same route he had met you. Every time he went out on one of his brainstorming walks, he hoped that the two of you would cross paths again.

And like fate intended, that would happen on a random Tuesday about a month later.

The air was fresh with summer approaching as the trees were green with branches full of leaves. A slight breeze flowed about the city, the only thing reminding Poe about his need for a summer wardrobe change soon, as it kept him just cool enough to enjoy his stroll. He walked with his head down, holding a leather-bound book in his hands as he watched his shoes land against the pavement with audible clicks.

“Karl would have loved this weather, it’s a shame he was napping when I left.” He spoke to no one in particular.

“Karl is your pet raccoon, right?”

“Yes, he’s-” His voice got caught in his throat.

He was too lost in his own musings to notice you were right next to him, about to enter the cafe he would usually pass on his walks, clad in a uniform he’d seen somewhere before. It was almost humorous how quickly his expression had gone from deadpanned, deep in thought, to a somewhat frightened look of ‘holy fucking shit’ in a matter of seconds.

He blinked owlishly at you as you just looked at him with a smile.

“Do you come here often?” You pointed at the cafe’s entrance, a crooked smile stretching across your lips as you tried to relieve the awkward tension.

“Uhm- No, not particularly.” Liar. Even though hes never entered the cafe, that doesn’t mean he hadn’t walked past it almost every day when the weather was nice enough for the past three weeks.

“The sugar cookies here are really nice.”

“O-Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” You looked at the cafe doors before turning back to him. “I’ll be considered “late” for my shift,” You made air quotes with your fingers. “If I don’t get in there in a few minutes.”

“Go ahead then, I’ll have to stop by sometime when I can…”

So that’s where he knew that uniform from. His gaze flew to the window as he bit his lip, avoiding eye contact with the deadpan barista who was definitely watching them through the glass. The uniform the barista wore behind the counter was the same as the one you were currently wearing. He looked back at you before speaking, his voice quiet with apprehension.

“Are you guys pet-friendly…?”

Once he had gotten confirmation that the cafe was pet-friendly, for service animals only, he rushed off with the promise of bringing Karl with him on his next visit.

…

It was the next day he walked down the once new path turned familiar with his animal companion in tow. The weather was much like the day before, minus the pleasant breeze. But the heat did not deter Poe as he briskly walked. His shoes hitting the concrete with a familiar clack. Excitement was rolling off of him in waves at the thought of being able to meet up with this devoted fan of his after waiting for a chance to do so for the past few weeks.

“How can I help you?” A monotone voice spoke.

He didn’t realize he was already in the cafe, standing at the counter, Karl on his shoulder, ready to say hello, only for the person at the front counter to not be you.

Instead, it was that blank-faced barista who was always off-putting to Poe whenever he walked by the big windows of the cafe. He could always feel their stare on him when he paced the sidewalks day by day. Only now, he could see the stare and was standing before them instead of walking past the glass.

Well fuck. That’s certainly a way to flip Poe’s switch from 'fine' to 'not fine'.

“Uhm…” He had to say something. Maybe order something? Yeah, that would be a great way to cover up his ignorance of his surroundings. Karl chirped on his shoulder as the raccoon’s tiny clawed hands patted his head. Poe watched in worry as the barista’s gaze went from himself to the raccoon on his shoulder.

“Please tell me that is a certified service animal.” The barista’s tone was unreadable as their eyes moved back to Poe’s.

“Oh- Y-Yes, he is certified. Let me just…” Poe dug around in his coat, unraveling a few yellow-tinted folded-up papers from the depths of his inside pockets. Unfolding the documents and turning them around for the barista to see. He pointed to a few different places on the papers, explaining how Karl is a 100% certified service animal. “He’s a psychiatric certified service animal for anxiety.”

“I didn’t know raccoons could do that.”

“Me neither…”

…

Thankfully, he managed not to embarrass himself further as he sat down with a warm drink that he didn’t remember the name of and a large sugar cookie. There had been other options of course, but you had recommended the sugar cookie for a reason right?

Karl had jumped from his shoulder and rested in his lap when he had sat down. Not wanting to disturb the raccoon peacefully resting in his lap, his gaze shifted about the interior of the cafe, his eyes scanning over the bright pops of color highlighting the various white tables. The turquoise accent wall behind the counter is adorned with diverse eccentric artwork. His focus was broken when the ring of the bells over the door alerted him.

And to his surprise, you had walked in.

While he was hoping to see you, he wasn’t expecting you to show up, assuming you had the day off when he was met with the other barista behind the counter instead of you. He watched as your head swiveled around, making you seem like you were looking for something- or perhaps, someone with how your face lit up when you saw him.

His assumption was further confirmed once you had started walking over to his table. His eyes followed you as you walked over, his head turning as you now stood in front of his table instead of behind him by the door.

“Is this seat taken?”

“No, not at all.” …

It took meeting a fan to realize something.

It took meeting a fan for him to realize that his novels impacted other people.

It took meeting a fan for him to realize, that maybe he didn’t need to write just to try and defeat Ranpo with another mystery novel.

Poe never even noticed his writing had even strayed from the mystery genre and played more with romance since writing in that new character about a month ago.

Authors Note: I actually cannot believe I managed to write all of those in one sitting. I genuinely think this is the first time I've been able to write over 1K words this easily. Whoever made it this far and is reading this, I need to know your thoughts on this.

I really loved writing this. My first time writing with Poe and while I was writing I decided to headcanon that Karl is a service animal because it makes sense. I hope I nailed his character and it isn't occ. There was something else I was gonna say but I cannot remember, it is 11:33 PM and I've worked on this for at least the past 2-3 hours and I gotta get up in the morning.

Comments and reblogs that tell me what you guys liked or little things that you noticed makes my day. My inbox is still open for recommendations, please check out my pinned post before you drop in though.

[batartshikns]

Beach trip ~ Thésèse

(alt + og photo under cut)

[locobastaaa]

Number One ( Edgar Allan Poe x f! Reader )

Bungou Stray Dogs

Tw: suggestive, anxiety, self loathing

☆☆☆☆☆

What brought you to his place in such a hurry was a question you didn't have the answer to. Maybe it was because you sensed something was wrong, it was some kind of special ability by now, like you could taste his distress even though you were miles away.

And not much to your surprise, that's how you found him, distressed, curled into himself like a kitten looking for warmth, Karl resting on his head as his own way to comfort the sulking man. Papers were scattered everywhere surrounding his frame, balled up along some open books. The mess made you frown in anxiety, but you pushed your thoughts aside to walk towards him in silence, crouching down to his eye level.

"Poe" you announced your presence first before touching him, even though you knew he would be startled, giving you keys to his house didn't mean he expected you every time you visited.

His screech doesn't have a reaction out of you, you just wait for him to calm down from the scare while you look at him, still on the floor.

His bangs cover his eyes as per usual, but the bags under them are so wide you can see them peak under his chocolate locks.

"(Y/n)..." he whispers, letting you wrap your arms around his head without any complaint, secretly thanking you for your warm presence.

"Are you frustrated by the outcomes of your work?" You guessed, correctly it seemed by the slumping of his shoulders, his hands traveling up your back before fisting your shirt.

Karl jumped down of Poe's head as soon as he saw his owner maneuvering your body to sit on his lap, giving you a fleeting glance and a pur before exiting the room through the crack of the door you left un-closed, you nod at the retrieving animal before shifting your gaze back to the man under you, sighing when you felt his hands shift from your upper back to your armpits.

"I bet you'll get it next time, you're an amazing author, Poe, such a brilliant mind".

You let him do whatever he wanted, clearly in some need of physical comfort and praise, holding your breath as soon as his fingers brushed over your side boobs.

He looked up at you with such a sad expression, one he knew you wouldn't be able to say no to. It's not like this hasn't happened before, but every time as soon as he was about to begin showing you how much he needed you, he stilled his fingers.

"Do with me as you please, Poe"

Poe whined as though given permission, immediately out of breath as he palmed your breasts through your clothes and intently sought the best way to squeeze. He tangled himself up in your body like a man who needed it to live. At the same time, you could sense his nervous adjustments on you speaking volumes of his shy nature.

"Such a good detective, so pretty and smart" you breathed out, trying to compose yourself as he played with your tits, his face hiding on the crook of your neck

"Praise me more- please" Poe sounded desperate for your approval, his usually deep and honey like voice had gone up a few registers, even though you told him a thousand times before that he was the best of the best , he still needed reassurance, because in times like this, where nothing went right, when his mind plays tricks against him, convincing him he wasn't good enough, he needed an external voice, he needed you to tell him otherwise, and you did, for as many times as he wished. Because it was true, to you, he was your number one in everything.

[ashpenly]

Poe screencap for shading practice

[irasamu]

 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE ; a edgar allen poe drabble. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . i am gonna be honest. I am realllly embarrassed about this one >.<

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, ballerina!reader, perfectionist!reader, toxic habits, angst, fluff.

karl whimpered as he shifted closer to poe, hiding his body under the man's coat.

failure is a part of success but humiliation is the obstacle, it wounds one's soul. and it did with you.

you were doing a twirl when your ankle twisted and you fell on the stage in the middle of your performance.

poe worriedly watched as he cursed every deity and God to exist for doing this to you. his hand twitched as he controlled himself from standing up and rushing towards the stage to help you on your feet. he bit the back of his palm as he watched you stand up and blink repeatedly as you continue your performance while keeping up the professional facade.

the way you worked hard lately at nights to get every movement right, the diets you went on . . . it felt as if everything went down the drain and this caused poe's heart to sink.

he continuously tapped his boot on the floor as he saw the tears near the edge of your eyes, the slight twitch of your fingers as you twirled again and the lost look in your eyes as you bowed.

poe immediately stood up with karl in his arms as he rushed out of the hall, he didn't even wait for the other performers to complete their part as frankly, he was here only for you.

he passed by the guard on his way out, bumped into the instructor who directed the entire ballet and gave her a half assed apology as he continued to pass by the long hallways and many rooms, trying to find the number to the one you were given.

opening the door with a panicked harshness, poe found you sitting on the floor with your knees pulled towards your chest as your accessories were thrown right by your feet ; by you in a fit of disappointed wrath.

the sight made his heart clench and he slowly stepped inside, he had closed the door on his way in and kneeled infront of you, just a few steps away and sighed out softly.

"oh honey. it went good -- the mistake wasn't even big --"

"i worked for months to perfect it!" you yell out as you shut his every effort of comforting you for the disappointment you feel towards yourself makes you blinded to the imperfections which makes one human. you look at poe, the sight of his eyebrows furrowed as he softly looked at you made the pent up emotions to come to the surface. your eyes got teary.

poe extended his hand out and you leaned forwards, placing your cheek on his palm as you closed your eyes, sniffling. "i worked so damn hard."

"i know."

"i was confident i would ace it today."

"you did."

"i didn't make any mistakes since the last week . . . so why now?"

"mistakes happen."

"but why me?"

"because i am a bad man. and the universe wants to punish me." poe told as he carassed your cheekbone with his thumb, softly yet sadly staring down at you, "and there is no punishment as painful for me then to see tears in your eyes."

you look at him, speechless by the man who let his fears out bare for you to pick and caress enough to make then less painful and you smiled a bit as you closed your eyes again, "but i think you are a really, really good person."

"and that's all that matters." he whispered as he leaned in to place his forehead against your's. "as long as you think good of me, i don't care about anyone else. no one's opinion matters more then yours honey."

as he completed the small confession, poe dipped his down to peck your cheek and trailed his kisses down till his lips met yours and he left multiple small pecks on your lips.

[emomarktwain]

requesting lovecraft poe 🙏 i love their gothic swagger and need to see more interpretations of their dynamic

So real of you, I love them

[circuslemon]

FIC COLLAB WITH @jalapenobee

I really enjoyed this sm. I normally don't write fanfiction because I'm too scared of getting the characters inaccurate - so doing this collab made me really happy.

Bee did the initial writing, and I did the first pass of editing while Bee did the second and final pass of editing !

This was initially a request I made of Bee, but I loved the unedited version sm I wanted to edit it 💔

It's also super short and bite sized!

“And you! Ra…Ranpo-kun! I will defeat you! Someday! HAHAHA—whOAA!” Upon hearing that declaration of war, Poe wrapped his arms around his long-time rival (the great detective Ranpo Edogawa!!! See that? Poe gets to date the world’s greatest detective while the rest of you are off with criminals. Suckers), falling backward and dragging the shorter man with him. Said detective yelped in surprise, reaching his arm out in a pathetic attempt to grasp hold of thin air for leverage. If Poe finds that endearing and sorta cute, it was nobody's business to know. Landing on the couch with a muffled POOMF, Poe lets out one last laugh.

“That’s what you get for being out in the rain. And then stealing my dryer and ‘pretending’ to be me.” Poe slightly lifts the collar of his coat off the nape of Ranpo’s neck, gesturing to the fact he had caught his partner wearing it. Ranpo huffed, squinting his eyes and letting a pout form on his face as he dramatically tossed his head back—an action that made him feel a lot like Dazai.

“I didn’t actually steal your dryer Poe-kun! My cloak was wet and I had to put it in there.” Ranpo tangled his finger in a curl of Poe’s dark hair, complaining. “You’re just being mean.” Even so, Ranpo lifted his legs, shifting into a more comfortable position and resting his head against Poe’s chest. Poe’s hand drifts to the side of Ranpo’s head, his fingers running between his hair as he strokes the back of Ranpo’s ear, Ranpo’s hand clutching onto Poe’s shirt. Some sort of drama was quietly playing on the TV—though neither Poe or Ranpo seemed to care all too much about what was happening on the screen. Outside, the heavy rain that had previously drenched the detective hadn’t let up any, providing a calming soundtrack to the scene of the two cuddling.

Detective Ranpo found this to be the perfect opportunity to trap his ‘rival’ to the couch as a cat would its servant. He pulls the author’s coat tighter around himself, burying his face into Poe’s collarbone (Poe protests, but it’s clear that he doesn’t mean anything with it and quickly resigns to his fate). Neither of the two said anything, sitting in comforting silence for at least a little while, Ranpo’s breath shimmying through Poe’s shirt, leaving a warm sensation against his skin. Soon, Ranpo’s grip on his lover loosened, his body relaxing against him. He shifted in his sleep as if he was a pea plant slowly curling around a pole. Poe turned his attention down to the younger man against his chest, to find that he had fallen asleep, his mouth very slightly agape.

There were two different manuscripts sitting atop the table to his right that Poe had wanted to finish by morning. The sun had already begun setting, making it far too late to continue his work if he did not want to disturb Ranpo. Poe vaguely remembered he had coffee in its pot he had wanted to enjoy before it got cold, and hears the dryer finish tossing Ranpo’s cloak around like a chew toy.

…Maybe all that didn’t matter at that moment.

Poe didn’t seem to worry all too much, his eyes slowly fluttering shut as his fingers mindlessly drift over Ranpo’s black hair. Poe’s rival detective begins stirring very lightly, his arm shifting itself to wrap around Poe’s body.

“Mhngg…you’re so sweet…Poe-kun…“ Ranpo mumbles, still asleep. Dimly, Poe registers his own arm shifting to lay across the middle of Ranpo’s back as he himself begins drifting off.

[scrimblyscrorblo]

Getting dressed: Cowboy edition!

Some lil sketches I did today because Poe is the parasite in my brain that’s eating away at my concious thoughts

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Hiiii don't forget I also have a side account on twitter where I post all kind of fun stuff !

Byeeee (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧♡

[hello0person]

Wan Poe

[lonelylesbian2]

I need some obsessive poe fanfics badly.

[susboi318116]

RANPOE AND KARLL

OKAY SO

THIS WAS A NIGHTMARE TO DRAW BUT I'M GLAD ITS DONE.

I realized I'd not drawn ranpoe properly so I decided now was the perfect time since we'll Im not too busy at the moment.

Some books actually have words and not scribbles so please look out for that.

We love karl

Karl is life