#poemw

Genre: SFW, Fluff

Tags: Confession, Comfort

A/N: Here it is, poe-is-bean! I hope the fluff is enough and you find it worth the looong wait. Thank you so much for sharing your own poems to me (theyre great) and I hope I did them some justice ;-; ENJOYYY~ ٩( ๑^ ꇴ^)۶

((EDIT!!! idk if the read more break can be seen on mobile but when i was editing, there's a break after the ask & idk how to fix it so im so sorry aaa))

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The room is so empty

I can hear my own heartbeat

Day and Night

The sound of pencil on paper

It echos

I just want someone to talk to

Someone to hold me close

To make the room feel less empty

The words faded on the white paper as the ink on your pen ran out. You clicked your tongue and sighed as you look around the park you're sitting at. Just the cherry on top of your already dismal day, you thought.

It was a cloudy day but you squinted at the harsh light of the sun peeking slightly through the wispy clouds. You leaned back on the warm bench and closed your tired eyes. You slowly inhaled the delicious summer air but your chest feels as hollow as the tube of ink inside your pen.

"Karl! No!"

A voice suddenly rang from somewhere near and as you sluggishly open your eyes to peek, something heavy and fuzzy landed on your lap, causing you to shriek and jump from your seat. Your heart raced from the surprise, but as you quickly realized that it was just a raccoon who got attracted by the leftover peanuts you have on your side, you heaved a sigh of relief.

"No! Stop that!" A man with messy hair and an outfit that's undoubtedly too hot for the weather rushed to you. His eyes are barely visible through his dark overgrown hair but it wasn't able to hide the handsome features beneath.

"It-it's okay," you said shyly, mentally hitting yourself for stuttering. "He can have it. I don't mind."

"I really do apologize," the unknown man said, his voice low and trembling. He scratch his temple in embarrassment. "Karl is just crazy for peanuts lately."

You just gave him a meek smile and fiddled with the notebook on your lap. You thought about how cute it is that he has a pet raccoon, how cute it is that he named it with such a humanly name, and how cute he is.

Wait, what.

Heat rushed from your body and up to your face, feeling foolish for having such a thought with someone you just met. You hunched to hide your face, fearing the stranger would see the blush covering your cheeks.

"Can I sit with you?" He asked, snapping you away from your thoughts. "M-my name is Edgar, by the way. Edgar Allan Poe."

Your eyes traveled up his slender form. Despite his dark clothing, his timid and humble appearance made it easier for you to let him enter into your space. He thanked you and asked for your name in return. And just like that, your otherwise usual and grey day became colorful like the evening sky as you sat there beside him, familiarizing yourselves with each other while the innocent racoon eat the rest of the stale peanuts on the bench.

Is this a dream?

Is it real?

He was so close

Yet so far

We sat together for hours

The time was ours

But now it’s not

It slipped away

So quickly

Birds chirped around you as you looked up from your writing, searching through your surroundings and hoping to see the stranger once again. The more hours that passed, the more that you're starting to believe that it was just all somehow a vivid hallucination. You sighed in defeat and eyed another blank spot on your notebook. You thought about writing another poem about how sometimes, it's better to stay in an illusion than face reality because at least in your daydreams, wonderful things happen.

You pressed the tip of your pen on the paper to write the first letter of your work when all of a sudden, the ink bled all over the page, causing you to spat a curse under your breath. You quickly handled the situation, making sure that your clothes and the rest of your notbeook isn't affected by another one of your daily misfortunes. You groaned and pulled out the wipes out of your bag, aggressively wiping the stubborn ink blots on your hand.

"Um, are you okay, (Y/N)?"

You glared up to the quiet voice that called out your name. The tightness of your facial muscles from frowning slowly loosening up as you recognize the figure in front of you.

Poe's tall physique shaded you from the blazing sun and from where you are sitting, he looked just like a dream; a mirage that manifested out of your imagination and into your reality.

"I'm... I'm okay," you mumbled. Your heart thumped heavily against your ribcages as you remain frozen, your wide eyes glued to him as if you're scared that he'll disappear if you blink.

He flashed you a bright smile and gingerly sat beside you. Poe eyed the notebook on your lap and saw the familiar structure of the words on it.

"You write poems?" He asked with excitement evident on his voice, pulling you back to the ground. As Poe reached out to have a closer look with the item, you swiftly pulled away.

"Don't!" You exclaimed. The volume of your voice made nearby passerbys turn their heads on your direction and Karl critter on Poe's shoulder as if by surprise, too.

Poe was taken aback by your reaction as well but being a creator himself, he quickly understand that there is a certain reservation an artist have with its works. He understands the insecurity of being not good enough or questioning yourself as to why are you even trying when there's always someone out there that can do better than you. He knows the feeling very well.

"I'm sorry," he said calmly. "I know an artist's works are always very personal. I shouldn't have intruded."

Guilt spilled all over you and spread a bitter taste on your mouth. "I'm sorry, too," you sighed after a while. "I'm just not ready to show it to anyone yet. It's not your fault."

"I understand. I am a writer myself," Poe said with a gentle smile. "However, if the time has come when you've finally found the courage within you to be proud of yourself and your creations as an extension of yourself, it'll be my pleasure if you'll have me as the first person that would ever lay eyes on it."

Poe's words echoed to the deepest parts of your being. You felt bare to the bones, like everything that you've tried so hard to hide is just somehow exposed for him to see. Gone was his timid character and he's now exuding confidence; a sense of sureness in everything that can only come to people who has been through the ringer and survived to be an inspiration. Your eyes glistened to see another layer of his natural mystique unfold in front of you. Right then, you were filled with the hunger to know more, to uncover more, and to see more of his fascinating self.

Karl climbed down from Poe's shoulder, searched for something on his layered clothes and ran to your lap with an object wedged between his pointy mouth.

"It's a gift," Poe explained when Karl dropped an expensive looking pen in front of you. "I hope you never stop creating, despite of life's minor inconveniences."

"Would you meet me here again tomorrow?" You asked without you even realizing that you were speaking aloud and feeling the weight of your question only after it's done.

Poe tensed up on his seat. Your question was unexpected and it made his own heart raced for a reason he can't quite explain. However, seeing your eyes looking more alive than when he first met you delighted him and he gave you a humble smile.

"Karl has an appointment with the vet tomorrow," he said with his usual gentle voice. "But we can meet at the cafe nearby after."

Your heart soared way above the cloudless sky that day as a big smile stretched your lips and you felt like you haven't smiled like this for a while now. You accepted his invitation and noted the place and time on your notebook. For the first time in a long time, you felt thankful. You thank yourself for being able to push the words out, albeit almost unconsciously, and you thanked life. Despite the mishaps and blunders it brings you everyday, it gave you the opportunity to meet someone. A someone who made you look at everything in beautiful colors you don't even see before. You view everything so differently now; everything including yourself.

Months have passed since that fateful day and you still can vividly remember how your world shifted from then on like it was just yesterday. You meet Poe with any spare time you have and with every moment you spent with him, you got to know all of the layers of his being and in return, he got to know yours. You felt like you're rediscovering yourself as you open up to him. You felt freer. As time went on, a certain feeling crept up on you. It was a strange but awfully familiar feeling that sits inside your chest, like an everlasting bonfire that warms you up from inside out.

The paperback cover of the notebook crunched as you gripped on it tightly. Your mind is foggy with nervousness and immediately doubting if you've made the right decision to finally show him your poems. You shifted on the same bench you sat the first time that you've met and you waited for Poe, all kinds of imaginary scenarios playing in your head in the meantime.

"Hey, (Y/N)!"

You finally heard his familiar voice, a sound that no music can compare to. He was cheerily waving at you, you waved back and nervously greeted him. You laid peanuts on the bench for Karl and he happily hopped off of Poe's back to get on his treats.

"So, you've finally found your courage, huh?" He said before sitting down on his usual spot beside you. "I'm really proud of you, (Y/N). I know it wasn't easy. This is a big step for you and I want to thank you for choosing me."

Your anxiety dissipated in a snap. The flames on your heart grew bigger and brighter with his encouraging words. This tender moment solified your suspicion; you're absolutely, undoubtedly, sincerely in love with him.

"No, Poe," you replied, "I should be the one thanking you. You're the one who showed me that I have that courage inside me in the first place. I can't even begin to explain how you've changed my life."

"Well, that's what art is for, isn't it? To help us express what our words can't," Poe said, his warm smile never leaving his lips. "Besides, my words wouldn't mean anything if you didn't made the decision yourself. It's all you, (Y/N). Give yourself more credit, won't you?"

You beamed at him, the fluttering feeling on your chest continue to grow and filled every part of your being where you used to feel hollow. Your fears disappeared and you handed him your notebook like you're handing him your heart. Poe reached out for it, handling it as gently as you would a china doll.

You sighed contently and gaze at the clear sky above you as you let Poe flip through the pages of your notebook like you're letting him flip through the pages of your life. Every experience you've went through, every emotions, every secret thoughts and desires and everything that lead up to the person you are now; all of them contained in a single book.

Karl muched on the last peanut you laid out for him as Poe reached the last poem.

 Love, what a beautiful thing

It makes my heart flutter

No matter how much I mutter

I always stutter

Those simple words

It races when he’s near

And falls when he’s far

Why can’t I tell him?

Poe's concealed eyes widened and his racing heartbeat vibrated on his whole body. He knows it's an absurd thought to assume the poem is about him but somehow, he was certain that it was. He thought that perhaps it's just wishful thinking brought by his delirious affection he's been hiding from you for a time now.

"You're really promising, (Y/N)," his voice wobbled as he said your name and he cleared his throat as he tried to give you a more constructive feedback. "I can really feel the emotions on your works. Every artist has their own way of making art and you shouldn't feel insecure with how you choose to express yourself. Art isn't about pleasing other people, it's only about you. If you're confident with yourself and your work, other people will reflect that. All you have to do is to stay true to yourself. And as far as I know, you are capable of making more beautiful poems, because you're beautiful."

The distant sounds of people and animals in the busy park rang as the both of you froze on your spots, equally taken aback by Poe's compliment.

"I–I–I mean, you're a great person, that's all," Poe stammered, full of worry for his well-kept secret.

You turned your blushing face away from him and chewed on your lips. Thoughts on whether you should finally admit to him your feelings rushed through your mind. Karl, finished with his snack, climbed on your lap and looked at you as if he's conveying a message. You know that he's probably just asking if you have any more peanuts for him but at that moment, you took it as an encouragement for you to tell him about the nagging feeling inside you that occupies every corner of your mind.

"The last poem," you told Poe while looking at the ground, "I wrote it for you."

Poe once again picked up the notebook, turned it on the last entry and re-read it. He felt like he's being choked out of air as he drowned on the exuberant joy he's feeling as he realized what you meant. His head whipped at your direction, looking at your fidgeting form and felt an urge.

He moved closer to you and gently called out your name. When you turn your head to face him, he reached out and touched your cheek. His finger traced along your jawline and ended on your chin. Although his eyes are barely visible, you can see the solemnity of his gaze and your heart skipped a beat.

"I feel the same way, (Y/N)," Poe confessed as his thumb caressed your lower lip.

You were happy. You were happier than you've ever been in your entire life and yet, your eyes strained as tears threatened to fall. You smiled at Poe and slowly closed your eyes, giving him the permission his gentle touches are asking.

2/2 I have an addictive personality meaning I can’t like things in moderation, I’m either full on obsessed or not interested at all. I am goofy and will pick on myself before anyone else can. I can be kind of spacey sometimes, but I’m VERY perceptive of peoples actions. I love the sun, I enjoy hiking, boat rides at the lake, writing, and looking at stars. I’m kind to the core, a very hard working individual, very wary of getting hurt so a lil guarded as well. Thank you so much!!! Xoxo

I ship you with...

🦝 Edgar Allan Poe 🦝

You’re the sun and he’s the moon. He finds comfort in the solitude of a quiet night, and you revel in the vibrant life of the day.

I hope you like poetry because Poe will write about fifty poems just comparing your blonde hair to the rays of sunshine. He would also often reference your presence in his life as the sunrise, bringing warmth and brightness in his life. It would get cheesy sometimes and he gets embarrassed by it, but he just wants to somehow express how he's feeling. He would usually get inspirations for these poems whenever he joins you in your hobbies. Poe doesn't really go out unless necessary, so even though he can consider himself as a well traveled man, there are still sceneries he hasn't seen yet and new experiences to be had. And he finds it absolutely wonderful that through you, he was able to catch up on what he's missing.

The first time he joined you for a hike was disastrous. He wasn't saying much but truthfully, he was having a hard time keeping up with you. He's not in a bad shape but he's just not used to this kind of activity. But when you finally get to your spot, laid out a blanket on the ground and pointed out to him how beautiful the world looks from up here, he was blown away. It felt to him like it was the first time he opened his eyes. The climb was hard but the pay off was worth it, especially he's sharing this magical moment with you. However, the boat rides at the lake is by far his favorite. He think it's quite romantic and he can almost see the two of you as lovers in an old movie. He hides it well underneath all that hair but he's furiously blushing most of the boat ride. Poe would be the perfect gentleman and assist you boarding in the boat and getting off of it. He takes you out for a fancy dinner every single time after a boat ride because the experience just leaves that effect on him.

Poe does understand what it's like to set your mind onto something and put all of your attention to it. He has experienced the same thing multiple times and doesn't see anything wrong with being dedicated to something. Perhaps, you could even help each other in finding the next thing to put your focus on. Being an artist, it's also natural for Poe's mind to drift sometimes like you do too, but he gives you credit for being more attentive towards other people's actions.

Overall, Poe is the man for you because like you, he tends to be shy at first but if given the right time, he can show you the capabilities of his mind. He wouldn't find it hard to go along with your quick-witted and sarcastic humor, exchanging banters with you. You might also notice that Poe is a person who's also a bit guarded with themselves, he is a smart man but you know that he doesn't use his intellectual gifts to harm others. He will show his genuine gentleness towards you and his kind words might assure you that he will do his very best not to hurt you if he can help it. Poe would also be vocal in expressing how he's proud of what you achieved in losing weight. Such a feat requires a lot of hard work and self control and to him, it proves that you are a strong person. He would lovingly remind you how your body is yours and despite feeling disassociated with it sometimes, you're still doing a great job on taking care of it. Poe would give you these reassuring words as you both get under the night sky and gaze at the blinking stars, his slender fingers tracing the outlines of your tattoos.

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Hello, anon~ 💕 thank you for dropping by! I hope you enjoyed this and congratulations on your weight loss! You honestly inspire me as I also have a goal to lose weight hehe~ we are very proud of you!

I ship you with...

🦝 Edgar Allan Poe 🦝

It is by pure coincidence that the two of you met but you instantly clicked because of your field of study that coincides with Poe's passion of writing crime mystery novels. You enchanted him and he enchanted you. At the end of the day, he shyly asked you if you'd like to meet again so you can continue your discussion. One meeting led to another and another, until you've became even more accustomed with each other.

Poe loves how he can talk to you so freely about anything involving true crime. The morbid details doesn't bother you and frankly, he learned some new information from you that he made a mental reminder to use on his next novel. Because of your shared interest, it was almost effortless to talk to each other and there was almost no awkward silence that fills the room. He especially admires your outlook in looking at cases, smart and precise but at the same time, still in a humanly fashion and with full empathy. He loves that you are able to understand the psychological factors of each end of the spectrum and he loves seeing the dedication you put out to your studies. He also thinks you're a brave person for choosing this field among all others as everybody knows how mentally taxing the work could be, but still, your passion triumphs every challenge that it could bring. Anyone could hear the obvious excitement and happiness that is on Poe's voice as the two of you form theories and discuss m.o's. Time seems to vanish as you engage in your endless discussion and it almost seems like your time together is always not enough. Poe would also help you out with your studies in any way that he can, he's particularly good at essays and he wouldn't mind doing it for you if you'd let him. He tends to get a bit carried away though, so don't forget to remind him about the page limit.

Since Poe isn't really a comedic person, your dry-wit humor might go over his head at first but his intelligent self would quickly catch on the more that he hangs out with you. He started to like how witty and snappy you could be and he is impressed. It won't be long until he'll start to clapback at your jokes so be prepared. Soon enough, you'll have a back and forth exchange of dry-wit banters that will make the other laugh. It's his type of humor and it just adds on the pile of reasons for him to like you.

He's also quite the anxious person and he reactions to certain situations can also be a bit quirky. In this aspect, you share the trait of perhaps smiling in a situation where you're not supposed to or making an untimely joke when your intention was just to help lighten up the mood. Because of this, when such things happen, you'll be able to understand what the other was truly trying to express. Unlike other people, you'll be more appreciative or maybe even find it the joke funny. You can share a small laugh in an awkward situation and it would be like it's only the two of you who knows about the punchline.

Overall, I think Poe could be your guy since you will have a communication compatibility that stems from a common interest. Poe would be more than happy to watch or read more true crime cases with you and you can always count on him to have a good discussion of it afterwards. You might also find it impressive that he's an author of this genre and maybe one day, you'd be interested to write one of your own because of all the things that you learned from him. He can mentor you too if you'd like, he'd be really excited if you'd ask him. I also believe that Poe might know an amount of French and probably have traveled there a couple of times, but he will still find it impressive that you can speak it fluently. Poe is also someone who doesn't know the meaning of a sleeping pattern (see his dark circles) and if you want someone to stay up with you to watch the stars, he's the one. Being a poet makes him appreciate things like this and he understands why stargazing is a worthy activity to spend your time on. He's most likely a nocturnal like you as well so you can be assured that he'll be working alongside you every night because he believes that he gets his best ideas when he's sleep deprived. Although, because of how close your height is from each other, your age difference wouldn't be too obvious at first glance. However, it still does exist and Poe is very much aware of its impact. That is why despite his fondness towards you, he wouldn't mind taking a step back and letting you decide for yourself as to who you'd like him to be in your life. If you decide that you just want him to be a friend, he'd be okay with that and would just like the fact that he can hang out with someone as cool as you.

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I ship you with...

🦝 Edgar Allan Poe 🦝

((there's no racoon in pastel friends orz))

Watching a live band is not Poe’s usual scene but since he was invited here, he finds it rude to just leave now. As fate would have it, he was actually invited by a friend that is a friend of your friend. You and the rest of the band sat down on their table to relax and chat after your performance. His presence was subtle but his strange clothing caught your eye. At first sight, it’s almost as if you have nothing in common at all and didn’t really spoke to each other. Until, a normal discussion between friends and friends of friends sparked a heated debate between the two of you. You’re equally surprised with the event, but pleasantly so.

As an ENFP, you’re very outspoken with your thoughts and you’re not afraid to speak it out loud. You don’t back down from it either as your extroverted personality gives you the confidence to face anyone you meet with a level of certainty. Your Type 8 personality also contributes to you enjoying a good verbal battle with anyone who dares to challenge you. It excites you and gives you stimulation that you need. You just didn’t expected for the seemingly meek man to give you the best intellectual discourse of your entire lifetime. This is what initially sparked your interest towards Poe and it may not be obvious but he also took quite a liking on you that point on as well. You’re charming, independent and energetic. Your sense of humor also impresses him and he secretly wishes he’s as witty as you are to make those kind of jokes. You may be blunt in your words but deep inside, you’re emphatic and sensitive towards feelings and emotions. You wouldn’t say hurtful words to anyone just for the fun of it and this makes you a good partner for Poe as he can be quite in his feelings a lot of times. This trait of yours would also allow you to appreciate Poe’s works. You know how to read in between the lines and you could see the deeper meaning of things, approaching it with the most genuine curiosity to know. Poe’s heart just drums inside his chest as he watches you read his work and appreciating it. It could be just a trick of the light but you could swear that you saw his cheeks blushed behind his overgrown bangs.

You may enjoy socializing and exploring social relationships but once you find that one person that you connect with the best, you have an unshakable and infinite devotion towards them. Cancerians like yourself have a driving, forceful personality hidden beneath your “shell” and are unconditionally nurturing which would make Poe feel very taken care of. He’s not really good at expressing his emotions vocally but trust that he will let his physical actions return the love that you give him. He will be honest with you and wouldn’t lead you on to something that isn’t there, protecting the delicate person inside your tough exterior. Since Poe also tends to get busy with coming up with his next mystery story, he’ll realize that he truly needs someone as caring as you in his life. Looking after Poe’s overall health could be something that will make you truly feel like you’re needed and Poe would never fall short in giving you the appreciation for your efforts. He validates you more by asking for your advice, whether if it’s for a quick feedback for his current work or just for your general opinion on something, he will show you that you matter to him and your presence in his life is a blessing.

Overall, I think that you and Poe will be good for each other because you both posses such a driven personality to achieve your goals whatever they may be. You could boost each other up towards these said goals whilst also supporting each other emotionally. You’ll be there for each other in the highs and especially on the lows. You’re both smart, logical, reasonable and independent but at the same time, sensitive and compassionate. You’ll be able to understand situations both in the logical way and the emotional way, giving you the different point of views that could help in facing any problems you might deal with as a team. Because of this balanced intelligence that you have, both in intellect and emotion, you wouldn’t find it too off-putting when Poe writes poems about your glimmering emerald eyes or how he could just lie there with you as every curve of his palms memorize the fuzzy feeling of your hair. If you would make a snarky comment about how cheesy his poems are, he would just pout and pinch your cheeks. Speaking of your cheeks, prepare it to be poked a lot when Poe wants attention from you.

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Hello, anon!~ Thank you for sending in your matchup! It’s really cool that you can play bass and have a band! I used to be in a band and I know bass isn’t a very easy instrument to handle (contrary to popular beliefs). Anyways, I hope this was to your liking and you find it satisfying! Sorry for the long delay, this is my peace offering to you hehe  (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡