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Good Enough [Yandere!Edgar Allen Poe x Reader]

"(Y/n)-Chan!" the male smiled, approaching his close friend,

"Edgar!" the lady grinned, running up to him and hugging him tightly. He wheezed slightly, before returning the notion. His face was tinted slightly pink, a feature the (h/c)ette causing his flustered state didn't fail to point out.

"You're so cute when you blush!" she grinned bluntly, only deepening the inflamation of his face,

"(Y-Y/n)-Chan.. I-I-"

He was cut off when she changed her focus to the raccoon perched on his shoulder.

"Karl!" she beamed, picking up the small, somewhat fluffy creature and petting him softly. The jittery owner stood awkwardly, a nervous smile plastered onto his features.

"Have you been taking care of him properly?" she smiled, "Ah, who am I kidding? Of course you have, you're awesome with this little guy!"

"I-I uh.." he stammered, face still flushed and burning in embarrassment. The girl gave a supportive smile, placing his pet back on his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid to take a compliment, Edgar," she cooed, "Hey, here's another; You're my best friend, ever, and nothing can change that because you're too precious and amazing to ever be replaced!" He felt his face seer in heat, heart sinking at the term "friend" for a reason he couldn't describe.

"Y-y-you're way better than I am, (Y-y/n)-Chan.." he whispered nervously, twiddling his fingers as the girl chuckled, turning around,

"So, Edgar," she hummed, "Where we heading?"

"O-oh, t-to my place.." he answered. The girl felt a slight heat rise in her face, shaking off any thoughts of her closest friend being sleazy because of his sheer innocene.

"Okay, let's go!" she chimed, holding his far colder hand in hers and rushing ahead.

"(Y/n)-Chan! We're getting a cab-!"

Stepping into the somewhat overly large doors, she grinned and gripped onto the side of her best friend.

"Woah! This place is awesome!" she beamed, "No wonder, an awesome guy like you deserves a place like this,"

"(Y-Y-Y/n)-Chan-" he stammered, "I-it's no big deal.."

"You're so cool that even a place like this isn't a big deal," she grinned, a slight smirk tugging at her lips for a moment.

"Wh-" his face was bright red, a feature that only increased when he felt her lips press against his cheek.

"Great job, Edgar," she beamed, hugging him tightly around the waist. The tall, reclusive author couldn't process what was happening properly.

His best friend had kissed him, and was now hugging him as if her life depended on it.

She was showing him affection. Butterflies ran rampant in his stomach, his arms wrapping weakly around her as he whispered a small "thanks".

"I told you you're cute when you blush," she giggled, unlatching her arms from around his waist and grabbing his hand,

"So, can you show me around?"

They had held hands before, but both times today it felt so.. Intimate.. So different. Maybe it was the distance that had been between them for a while, or maybe their friendship was just growing more awkward, but everything she did set his heart ablaze with passion for her.

"Sure.." he managed, shuffling up the stairs to show her to her room.

"Edgar!" she gasped, looking at her room, "You set it all up and devorated it with things I like,"

"O-of course.." he whispered, "You're m-my best friend after all, I wanted to make sure y-you'd be comfortable," he stammered, feeling her hand pull away from his as she flopped onto (f/c) sheets he had picked out for her. He looked over at her, noticing that she was patting the space next to her,

"Come lie down with me, Edgar," she smiled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over.

"(Y-Y/n)-Chan-!" he protested, "Th-that's a bit c-close don't you think?"

She stayed silent for a moment, the same warm smile tugging at her lips.

"Aww, Edgar, don't worry, I know you aren't like that," she giggled, sitting up so he'd feel more comfortable, "I just wanna catch up and talk,"

"O-okay.."

At some point, he must have dozed off, his eyes fluttering open in slight light.

"Oh, Edgar!" (Y/n) grinned, looking down at him.

Wait, looking down?

He reassessed the situation, quickly realising that he was laying down on her lap.

"I-I'm so sorry!" he apologised, "It was an accident, I promise, I never would've done that on purpose..!" he continued frantically, sitting up straight with a heavy blush on his face.

"It's okay, Edgar," she chuckled, leaning on his shoulder. His blush deepened, body going stiff from the intimacy.

"(Y-Y/n).." he whispered, inaudible to her even as she was so close to him. She simply made herself comfortable, eventually settling to lie down in his lap instead.

"C-can I introduce you to someone tomorrow?"

"Sure, Edgar, who is it?" she smiled, lifting her head from the admittedly comfortable position and looking at him.

"Ranpo," he answered, confident the two would get along. She gave him a bright grin and a nod,

"Sure!" she beamed, "But you better start sleeping more," she warned,

"What do you mea-"

"Edgar, I've known you for sixteen years, I know you dont sleep much and when that happens, you'll pass out," she fussed, "Please just sleep properly.."

"O-okay."

He finally returned to his own room, changing into some nightwear and lying down, running his hand through Karl's fur to try and quell his nerves. He was so close to her, so many times. But why did it matter? Back in America, they were usually close. But it felt different, and it was more intimate to him now. Hugging her, holding her hand, falling asleep on her. It all felt so extreme, although it really wasn't much. He couldn't help but feel elated.

"Karl.. What is this feeling..?" he muttered, looking to the raccoon as if he was supposed to answer. The creature cocked his head to the side, looking back at the author.

"What was I expecting.." he let out a dry chuckle, tucking himself in properly, "It's not like you'd answer.."

"Goodnight Edgar! Sweet dreams!" his friend called from the other room, startling him somewhat,

"G-goodnight, (Y/n)-Chan..! Sweet dreams!" he called back,

"I'd have to dream of you!" she chuckled jokingly, causing the shy male to begin burrying his face in the fluffy pillows to try and stop himself from blushing.

Why did she make him feel that way?

His eyes fluttered open, the feint smell of a freshly cooked breakfast wafting into his room. He groaned tiredly, getting up and going downstairs to see what was up.

"(Y/n)..?" he mumbled groggily, wiping his eye to try and wake himself up properly,

"Aww, Edgar!" she beamed, hugging his side, "Morning~"

"M-m-morning," he stammered, feeling suddenly awake from their intimacy.

"You want pancakes?" she smiled, stepping over towards the table, where she had already made him a breakfast.

It was the one she would always make back home in America, pancakes with syrup and a cup of coffee to help wake him up. He nodded slightly, shuffling over to the table and starting to eat.

"So when are we meeting that friend of yours?" she grinned, sitting down next to him and sipping at a mug of (f/d).

"L-later today?" he suggested,

"Sure thing, Edgar!" she beamed, "I'll go get ready in a sec,"

It was only then that the idea (Y/n) and Ranpo could get along too well.

What if they left him behind?

What if she liked Ranpo more than him?

What if they started to hate him because they had each other?

The idea hurt him somewhat deeply,

"S-surely they wouldn't.."

"Wouldn't what?" she piped up, noticing the small tears in the corners of his eyes,

"I-it's nothing," he stammered, fidgeting nervously.

"Edgar," she began, "I can tell something's bothering you; you're bad at keeping a poker face,"

"I-"

"I think I know what it is, too," she said with a small chuckle, "I'd never leave you, Edgar, don't think I'd ever forget you because of someone else,"

"H-how did you guess that..?" he stuttered,

"I've known you for ages, Edgar, I just know this stuff," she giggled, patting him on the back, "I'll go get ready, you finish up eating,"

"(Y-Y/n).. I really appreciate it but.. Aren't you acting really motherly..?"

"Well duh," she sighed, "Half the reason I came here is to make sure you're keeping yourself healthy, Edgar,"

He nearly choked on what he was eating for a moment, he lady giving him a smile and going back up to the room she was staying in.

She really did care about him.

"So, what's this Ranpo guy like?" she piped up, clinging to his arm so she wouldn't get lost. Her close friend looked at her, taking in how much effort she put into looking nice. She wore a black pencil skirt, a white blouse with small frills and lace details, as well as a pair of semi-thin tights and some black high heels. All complete with his overcoat after she complained about being too cold.

"Edgar?" she repeated,

"O-oh, sorry," he mumbled, "Well.. He's pretty laid back.. A bit childish.."

The lady giggled,

"Thanks for letting me use your coat by the way, Edgar."

"N-no problem," he hummed, blushing slightly, "I can't have you b-being cold."

"Poe-Kun! Did you finish that puzzle?" the childish detective grinned loudly from his desk, "Who's she?"

"A-ah-"

"Edgar, don't yell across an office, you'll only make yourself nervous if they look at you," (Y/n) reminded him softly, still latched onto his arm. She guided him towards the detective's booth, "Now it's easier to talk," she smiled.

"R-Ranpo-Kun..! No, I haven't finished it yet, it should be done later this week," he mumbled, face red from embarrassment, "Th-this is (Y/n), she's my friend from over in America.." he explained,

"I've heard great things about you, Ranpo!" the (h/c)ette beamed, extending her hand for him to shake.

The great detective found a smirk tugging at his lips, "Really? Just how great am I then?" he chuckled, shaking her hand.

Even though it was conpletely platonic and he knew it, Poe couldn't help but feel hurt by their contact. It was brief, but it was similar to the way he had held (Y/n)'s hand. Surely that intimacy was something she saved solely for him, right? His two more outgoing friends continued to talk, him only adding small chuckles or bits of laughter to their stories and jokes. He couldn't help but feel.. Isolated. He reached up to stroke Karl, before realising his beloved pet had hopped onto Ranpo's shoulder instead of his own. His laughter or chuckles stopped.

"Edgar?" (Y/n) whispered, "Edgar are you okay?"

"I-"

"Please say you're okay.." she whispered, leaning into his chest and wrapping her arms atound him, "I'll help if I can."

His face burned. Having her hold him so intimiately in an area so different to his own home.

"I-it's nothing.."

"..Are you two dating?.." The ravenette detective questioned, somewhat clueless,

"N-No..!" Edgar denied, face burning bright red,

"Noooo," (Y/n) cooed casually, "I just love how much of a softie he is," she chuckled, staying close to the tall male.

Other than that, Poe felt generally unacknowledged during the exchange, even though he was the one introducing them.

"Ranpo's a really cool guy!" his close friend piped up, "And he does all that without having an ability? It's awesome!"

Something about that statement made him almost jealous.

He didn't have an ability like that, and he was still competition to Ranpo. He didn't brag about it.

"Yeah, he's awesome," Edgar chuckled, feeling a small chill run down his spine at the cold, even through his many layers without the overcoat.

"Are you too cold, Edgar?" she fussed, picking up on it almost instantly,

"N-No, besides, if I take it, th-then you'll be cold!" he stammered in protest, "I'll be okay.."

"If you say so," she cooed, slipping her warmer hand into his, "But at least keep your hands warm, they're always so cold,"

"I-I-"

She intertwined their fingers, smiling at him,

"Now you're warmer and I can't get lost," she grinned, the male looking away with a blush.

Said male got them a quick ride home, sitting in the back of the cab with (Y/n) rather than the front with the driver like most people would.

He just really wanted to stay close to her.

"Edgarrrrr," the girl chimed, "Can we go visit Ranpo again tomorrow?"

"I-I'm sure he was lots of work to do," Poe lied, wanting to spend more time with her,

"Can we at least try?" she asked, giving puppy dog eyes as she clinged to his side lightly.

"Sure.."

"Yay!"

He was too soft to her, too soft that he felt he might lose her.

The same thing went on for a few days, (Y/n) and Ranpo getting along great and leaving Poe to sit awkwardly on his own.

He sighed, looking over at the two.

He felt jealousy and anger bubbling, giving him some excuse for confidence as he stood up, determined to confront Ranpo for taking his best friend.

"Ranpo-Kun!" he started, trying his best to sound angry and not scared. The ravenette's head whipped around, eyes open properly as he looked at his angry rival,

"Eh?"

"I- I-"

He hadn't thought of what to say at this point, stammering furiously as he tried to look serious.

The (h/c)ette giggled.

"Aww, Edgar!~ You're so cute when you're mad!~" she chimed, pulling the tall recluse into a hug, "Especially when you try so hard to be so serious, it's absolutley adorable!~"

His anger seemed to dissipate under her touch, her hold calming and comforting,

"I.." he went on, looking down at the floor.

She lead him out of the agency, giving Ranpo a brief goodbye.

"So, what do you wanna do, Edgar?" she smiled, slipping her hand into his again, lacing their fingers together,

"M-maybe th-" he cut himself off, hugging her abruptly and burrying his face into her shoulder, "I'm sorry I ruined your day with Ranpo.."

"Edgar, it's okay," she cooed, "I wanna spend time with you now, let's go! You lead the way, I'll go wherever with you!~"

He shivered slightly, looking away and stepping back nervously as he fidgeted with his sleeves.

"Th-the cafe or the library?" he suggested meekly, the girl smiling widely,

"Sounds great," she beamed, already starting to walk.

Even when they were so close, when they were alone together, he felt sick with anxiety. Surely one day couldn't mean she doesn't prefer him to Ranpo? If she really liked him, she wouldn't insist on seeing Ranpo so much. She would spend more time with him. Everythigg she did—every breath she took, every word she spoke—it would be dedicated to him. Just the ssme way he treated her. During the past few days, he'd felt almost hopeless. His best friend was slipping through his grasp over and over and over again.

He wasn't sure if, at this point, she was his best friend. He saw her as more than that. A goddess, perhaps?

He couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was in no way willing to give her up. Especially not to Ranpo.

He was ripped from his thoughts, (Y/n) tugging him into an alleyway quickly.

"Edgar, is something bothering you?" she whispered, shrugging off his overcoat and placing it on his shoulders, "You seem tense.."

"I-I'm fine, (Y/n)," he smiled fakely, trying to lie to her.

She knew him too well, wrapping her arms around him loosely and leaning into him,

"You can always talk to me if something is bothering you, Edgar, I'm here for you whenever," she whispered, burrying her face into his shoulder, "You don't need to hide things from me." He shivered slightly, face red with embarassment.

"I.. I guess there is something.." he breathed, "Or.. Someone.."

"Who is it, Edgar?" his friend cooed,

"Wh-whenever I'm around them, I feel like I'm in bliss.. They make me so happy I can't help it.. I wanna be with them m-more.. I wanna be able to know how I feel about them.." he breathed shakily, "What's it called, (Y/n)? I've forgotten the word.."

"Love," she said, voice holding less emotion, "It's called love, Edgar, you're in love,"

"L-love.." he whispered, wrapping his own arms around her, "I like that word.."

The day continued, with a lot less physical contact, though. She didn't reach out to hold his hand, she didn't pull him into hugs, she didn't cling to his arm or insist on sitting as close as she could to him.

What if.. (Y/n) was in love with someone? What if the one (Y/n) was in love with was.. Ranpo?

It would make so much sense.

She was always wanting to be around him, she always smiled with him, she always laughed, always seemed.. Like she was in love. That thought terrified him. His dear (Y/n), in love with someone that wasn't him. He was happy for her, sure, but he couldn't stand the idea.

"Edgar," she started, "Do you mind telling me who it is you love?"

"I.. All I can tell you is that.. I r-really care about them.." he said quietly, staring down at the table, "I can't stand the thought of them loving someone else.."

"That's adorable, Edgar," she said with a small smile, "You sound like you're jealous." She had less emotion to her. Whilst she would normally squeal these compliments to him, she simply stated it, a dull look in (e/c) eyes as she looked at him.

"I-I'm not..!" he protested.

She really did love Ranpo, didn't she? She was bored of him, and wanted to see the person she actually liked, right?

"It's okay to admit it," she said plainly, "Anyway, I'm tired, can we go back home?"

"Sure.."

It was quieter at home, no real conversation. Poe had excused himself earlier, going up to his room with a solemn expression.

"Oh, Karl.." he sighed, flopping down onto his bed, "What should I do? He ran his hand through the raccoon's fur.

"Am I really in love? I forgot what it was.. And now I'm falling more than I ever have before," he whispered shakily, "How do you show someone you love them, Karl?" He was almost gripping at his pet's fur, the strong hold causing the creature to bite down on his wrist, blood beginning to drop from the wound.

"Th-that's it.." he gasped, "That must be it!~" he chimed, jumping up.

"You show love by showing pain.." he smirked widely, unnatural for someone with expressions as delicate as his own.

"But I can't hurt (Y/n).." he whispered, "I can hurt someone else though.."

It dawned on him.

"I can hurt Ranpo, then she'll have me to love instead of him."

"Edgarrr~" (Y/n) chimed, hugging him from the side and looking up at him, "Can we go see Edo-Chan again?"

He stiffened at the nickname for a brief second. Edo-Chan.

Why didn't he have a nickname like that? Was Ranpo really so much better than him? Was he so inferior to such a brat that even his best friend left him?

The previous night's idea was still fresh in his head, the tall male choking on his words briefly.

"S-sure.." His face was beet red, that much was noticeable. What went unknown to (Y/n) were the salty tears pooling in his eyes,

"Give me an hour for a nap, first, I-I'm tired.." The lady nodded at his groggy request, detaching herself from his waist.

"Okay, Edgar!"

There was none of the concern for his safety, no nagging about how he needed to sleep and take care of himself.

It made him feel worse as he hurried up the stairs, tears threatening to fall. He sat down on his bed, brushing his long, dark hair away from his face.

"(Y/n).." he whispered, voice shaking, "Why do you have to make me feel this way..?" He looked around for a moment, throat tight from anxiety.

Then an idea dawned on him, an idea he could use almost flawlessly.

"Perfect," he whispered, bangs falling over his eyes once more, "It's perfect.."

He sat in near silence for an hour, "waking up" and going to check on (Y/n).

"(Y/n)?" he called, hoping she hadn't left without him,

"Edgar!" she grinned, running towards him.

"Ah, (Y-Y/n)!" he smiled, "Let's go see R-ranpo.." The lady gave him a bright smile, leaning onto his side.

The day went by as normal, Poe feeling left behind and isolated as the (Y/n) and Ranpo talked to each other for little less than two hours.

"Don't worry.. Soon enough.." he whispered to himself, "Soon enough she can have me to love.."

They left the agency, the (h/c)ette slipping her hand into Poe's once more. It was almost a routine; they'd hold hands and she would be clingy as soon as they left, any other time on their visits she was with Ranpo.

Poe smiled slightly, getting up from the (f/c) chair in the corner of the room.

"Am I good enough for you, (Y/n)?" he cooed softly, stepping towards the door, "Of course not; but I really don't want to lose you.. So I'll make myself the best you can ever get.."

He looked back at her sleeping form, knife in hand.

"I will be good enough, (Y/n), I promise I will.. I will be good enough for you.."

He looked up at the street lights, hands stuffed in his pockets. It was probably around 2AM, something he knew wouldn't have stopped his rival from staying up playing video games. His eyes rolled back to the door as he knocked gently before entering.

"Ranpo-Kun?" he called up, a heavy book in hand.

"Poe-Kun? You finished the book?" the ravenette grinned, walking downstairs in an animal onesie. What else was he to expect?

"Y-yeah, it's all done," he said with a small smile, "Sorry for bothering you so late.." His rival simply shrugged, opening the book as he began to skim the pages, expecting to feel the familiar tingle of Poe's ability at any moment.

Instead, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, quickly followed by the feeling of blood trickling down.

Had Poe really just done that?

The detective was about to cry out in pain, and only then did the author's ability begin to work.

"You're out of the way now.. I can finally br good enough..!" the writer said, an almost derranged smile on his face, "She can love me now!"

Days passed, each one feeling like several months. (Y/n) was always clinging to him, seeming gloomy and on the verge of tears.

"Edgar.. Do you know anything about what happened?" she whispered shakily, arms wrapped around him and face burried comfortably in his shoulder.

"I went to drop off the novel and.. He wasn't there.." the author breathed nervously.

"I.. I miss him.. Please stay safe, Edgar, I can't lose you too!" she cried, beginning to sob again, "I already lost a good friend.. I can't lose you.. I won't.."

"Calm down, (Y/n)," he choked, guilt starting to sink in, "He wouldn't want you to cry.."

"I know," she sniffled, whiping her eyes and pulling away to look at him.

"I'm just scared that I might lose you too, Edgar.. I love you too much to think about it.." she whispered, face red with tears.

That's what made him feel the worst. She had loved him. He killed Ranpo for no reason.

He pulled her closer, beginning to sob himself as he cradled her closely.

"I-I.. I love you too, (Y/n).."

In her eyes, he had always been good enough.

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