𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 || Bungou Stray Dogs ||

Poe x Reader [𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐬...]

I love him sm please
Reader is female!

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A certain Guild member sat slouched over a book laying opened, words being scribbled in and strung together one at a time. Ever since his defeat from the revenge on Ranpo, Poe hadn't stopped writing. He was already halfway done writing a new book, everything that entered his train of thought making it into his novel. It didn't have to be done well, in fact, the more random and spontaneous it was, the more likely it would be to confuse poor Ranpo. 

From the side of the room, the door creaked open, not much to Poe's notice. Watching her peer write in his book, never taking his eyes off the pages, his hand never leaving the ink pen, either. Something about the pen scratching against the paper was mesmerizing, as Y/n was trying to figure out what Poe was writing based on the way his hand moved, and inevitably failing, deciding that she'd have to ask to read his book once it was finished to find out. 

Karl, who had been resting on Poe's shoulder per usual, lifted his head up, his glassy eyes looking in the girl's direction. He chittered, grabbing Poe's attention, who lifted his head up well, only to see the door slamming shut, no traces left behind of the girl watching him as he wrote. Poe stared at the door, eventually placing his pen next to the open book and walking over to it. He looked out into the hallway, looking left and right for someone who seemed to be walking away from his room, finding unfortunately nobody. On the other hand, Poe did spot Mark coming down the hallway and decided to stop him. 

"O- Oh, Mark, could I ask you something for a second?" The author asked anxiously. 

Mark stopped his short walk down the hall, "I guess, yeah."

"Um," Poe paused to pick up Karl and lift him back onto his shoulders, "W- Was anyone running from my room, by any chance?"

Mark looked up and the ceiling, trying to recall. "Like in the past minute or so?" He asked, earning a nod from Poe. "Uh, let's see... I saw Louisa but she wasn't running or coming from your room..." The ginger trailed off, scratching his head with his index finger, his other hand rested on his hip. "I think I also saw Y/n, I dunno if she was running though, but she certainly looked embarrassed. That's my biggest bet for ya."

Poe turned back around after nodding once more, heading back to his room before Mark spoke up and stopped him, "Weren't you going to look for her or something?"

Poe paused, standing in his doorframe, hand on the doorknob. His fingers slipped from it, his hand returning back to his side. He wanted to go looking for her, but he thought it would be too awkward, not only because of his own personal social anxiety, but also because the thought crossed his mind that there was a reason she ran away when she saw him look up from his book. Nonetheless, he turned his back to the door.

"Yeah, I was. Thanks, by the way," Poe said as a sort of goodbye to Mark before walking down the hall on his way to find the girl he'd caught spying on him. 

What was she doing? Why was she watching me? Endless questions plagued Poe's mind as he searched through the halls, keeping an eye out for Y/n, in case he miraculously caught up to her. 

Mark watched him walk away, kicking the door to a nearby supply closet. "You can come out now, ya idiot," He called, the closet door opening slowly, a pair of (e/c) eyes peeking out to check. "You really shouldn't have closed the door, then I wouldn't have to get in on this."

Y/n grumbled. "Well you're the one who didn't come to full terms with our agreement! I said you wouldn't tell him it was me, and now here we are, waiting for Poe to find me because you told him!"

"Then go to your room or something," He suggested. 

She dragged a hand down her face. "You sent him down the hall where my room is!" She groaned, slightly muffled by her hand, "Listen, I'm going back in the closet until he gets back-"

"No you're not," Mark quickly interrupted, followed by his very out own shout: "POE!!"

"You bastard," Y/n hissed through gritted teeth, punching his shoulder not-so-playfully.

Less than a minute later, which wasn't enough time to curse hell to Twain and run away, Poe had returned, looking quite surprised, at least from what was seen through his messy hair. "Y- Y/n? I thought you went down the hall? Why- How are you back here?"

"Uh-"

"W- Wait, that's not the point," Poe said, interrupting the girl before she barely had the chance to start. Mark began to stray from the two, Y/n glaring at him until he left her line of sight. Poe cleared his throat, "Were you watching me? W- While I was writing, I mean."

Her face became red with embarrassment. "Yeah, I was," She admitted, fiddling with her fingers, trying to distract herself from the major unease in the air. "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I just-"

"N- No! Not at all!" Poe exclaimed, taking a small step closer, his hand held out as if he were resisting an attempt to grab one of her anxiously moving hand and take it into his own. His hand dropped down a little as he corrected himself, "Well, actually, a little... but that's not the point! Again!"

"If that's not the point, then..?"

"The point is," Poe sighed, "I don't mind if you watch me write. Usually, it would be too much pressure to have someone watching me write, but knowing that it was you, I realize I didn't really mind."  Poe moved his hand towards hers again, gently placing her hand in his palm, her facing slowly gaining more color, but the shaking of her hand dying away as she found comfort in his touch. Poe looked up from Y/n's hand and into her eyes, which her still directed at Poe's hand holding hers. "Why were you watching me, though?"

Y/n mumbled meekly, "'Cause I think you're amazing..." She trailed off, squeezing Poe's hand, "You write all these novels and say they're not any good, but I've read them! Everything by you that I've read so far, it's great, there's nothing better to read than your stories, and watching you write them is even better," She gushed, smiling gently, lashes fluttering over her eyes as she continued to stare at the two intertwined hands.

"That really means a lot, Y/n, especially from you."

The girl finally looked up from their hands, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. "Especially from me?" She repeated in question. 

Poe nodded. "You're the inspiration for the protagonist of my new novel! W- Wait-" He covered his mouth with his unoccupied hand, a bit of color appearing on his face. 

Y/n giggles, "It's fine, I appreciate it." Poe sighed in relief, drawing his hand away from his mouth. "Also, I think you've made your point, Poe."

"H- Huh?"

Y/n left a short peck on the confused male's cheek. "I love you too."

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Bababooey I just want to hold his hand