TF141 incorrect quotes 1: ft. Gaz, Soap, Reghan, and Graves
Source: Latrice and Mrs. O’Hara Clip
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*at an impromptu reunion of sorts*
Reghan: Sergeant Garrick, politics can get so ugly, can you give me an example of a time when you’ve made peace with someone you didn’t see eye to eye with?
Gaz: about 5 minutes ago, I looked across the room at Commander Graves,
Soap: oh 😯
Gaz: and I realised, he was ugly—and I’m at peace with that
Soap: oh 😯
Graves: *cue blank expression out of pure disbelief*
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Note: this is inspired by Gaz leaving Graves hanging in MW3. I have done this with BSD characters, but this clip is too good not to use for TF141 guys + my oc. also Gaz needs a moment to be a bitch. he did not fall out the helicopter twice just to be unappreciated. btw I don't think Graves is ugly, this is just a silly haha joke.
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Note: fuck it, I will fist fight Soap Mactavish for my oc's hand in marriage. ♡☆°・In all seriousness, this one is going to be lengthy but it gives insight to Reghan's upbringing. That being said, I only answered 6 of the questions in the original list.
CW: mentions of racism
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Was your character raised by one of these parents? One or both of them
Reghan was raised by both his parents. Unlike most soldiers, he had and still has a very healthy relationship with his family members. Her teammates even joke about her having the ideal family. She is one of many soldiers who most assumed had a poor relationship with their parents.
Siblings?
Reghan is the second of five children. His oldest sister, Somatra, age 40, is a Major for the British army. Among all his siblings, Reghan was always the closest to Somatra despite their 16 year age gap.
Next in the family line is his sister, Cardamom. She works for the British army as a gunsmith. While she specialises in building and repairing firearms, she has a lot of experience with repairing military vehicles.
His third oldest sibling is Basil. Basil and Cardamom are twins, though they look nothing alike. Much to their parents' surprise, Basil and Reghan share more similar traits than they do with Cardamom despite the twins being born nearly 4 years prior. Basil serves in the army, working as a Medic since they were 19.
Priya, age 19, is Reghan’s youngest sister. Unlike her siblings, she decided to build a career in the Railway industry at the age of 17. Before she was born, Reghan wasn’t too fond of the idea of having a younger sibling as he liked being the youngest, but eventually warmed up to Priya as she got a little older.
Where do they live?
Reghan was born in Holyhead, Wales, but lived in Llanfairynghornwy. Being in a very small town and the only family of colour, Reghan and his siblings dealt with many racial related issues. The Satrinava-Idrissu family did get along well with a nearby farmer. Reghan often visited the farmer and his wife since they allowed him to sit with the baby animals as it soothed him. Reghan had spent a lot of time there growing up and developed Welsh as his first language, unlike his other siblings.
By the time Reghan had turned 6, his family decided that it was better to move to Scotland. By now, it was only his parents, and 4 of his siblings, as Somatra had joined the military.
For the first years of their arrival, they lived in Wick, Scotland. Racism wasn’t as big of a problem as it was in Wales, but there was the occasional spat. Just like in Llanfairynghornwy, Reghan spent time with the neighbouring farmers. It’s worth noting that she has auditory processing issues, and had trouble understanding the accent, but eventually learned to decipher it, and pick up a lot of the Scottish (Gaelic) language and phrases.
After a few years, the family moved to Glasgow. Reghan’s cousin Salem moved in with them to get away from her parents. Reghan was 9 at this time, and immediately started attending a nearby school which was where he met Johnny “Soap” MacTavish who was 2 years ahead of him.
Does something else happen that changes everything for him or her?
Reghan’s parents did not raise him to fit into societal standards of gender, especially since she was Intersex even if she appeared more like a boy.
Upon starting primary school, Reghan soon learned what was expected of him based on how others perceived him as a child. It was overwhelming for him. He went from being able to wear anything and play with anything, to being under scrutiny by his classmates if he even picked up a doll.
Friends?
His first friend was Johnny MacTavish. They were very different from each other. Reghan was introverted and quiet, Johnny was extroverted and hyperactive.
Both had difficulty making friends, but when Johnny saw Reghan sitting by himself watching the houses being built across from the playground, he quite literally told him they were going to be friends.
Johnny was more into sports than Reghan was, but Reghan was more than happy to kick the soccer ball so Johnny could catch it. And when Reghan wanted too, Johnny was more than happy to sit with him and watch the houses being built.
Johnny spent a lot of time at Reghan’s house as he had trouble at home with his parents, and they also didn’t like Reghan. He made a habit of sneaking into Reghan’s room through the window despite Reghan’s parents going as far as giving him a spare key to the house.
When Johnny joined the military at 18, Reghan made it his life goal to go as soon as he graduated secondary school so they could be together.
Love Interests?
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, naturally. They never actually addressed what was obviously them being in love with each other, but it was an unspoken thing for everyone around them.
They are well aware that they could both be discharged from the military for being romantic but they make no effort to hide it.
When the Task Force members (Price, Gaz, Ghost and Johnny) were being held up, Reghan shot through an entire building to save Soap (and the others, but his main goal was to protect his pookie-bear). Reghan has no problem getting blood all over him for him and vice versa. She would quite literally let the world burn for Soap.
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Note: more Sergeant Satrinava 🤓 I didn’t answer all the questions since some of the info is already in the ‘dossier’ I posted earlier. ♡☆°・
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What colour is their hair?
Black, but he has natural strands of white
How long is their hair?
In its natural state, it rests at his waist, but if flat ironed, it’s down to her ankles. Yes, she has been asked to cut it, and no, she will not.
Does it cooperate? Is it frizzy? Does it stay in place?
It cooperates for the most part. He doesn’t spend too much styling it (he doesn’t know how).
Reghan is very particular about his hair though and knows what products to use when washing it and as a daily moisturiser.
How do they usually wear their hair?
When on missions, he either has it braided or in a bun. When he’s at home/base, he lets that shit roam free.
Do they play with their hair? What about when they’re upset or nervous?
Reghan is always fiddling with her hair even when she isn’t nervous. That being said, Captain Price knows when she’s getting restless if she’s moving her hair around a lot.
What is their eye colour?
Gold. it is literally the gold equivalent to the blue eyed stare, especially since his skin is much darker in contrast.
Him and Johnny purposely stare at everyone intensely. (Reghan taps out as soon as the person makes eye contact though)
How would you describe what their features look like?
He has surprisingly soft facial features, but nobody notices until they get a proper look at him, but her muscles and height make her seem rougher.
Do they have any piercings?
Reghan has a few ear piercings and has a fake septum ring that he wears some days.
Do they have any tattoos?
Both his arms and legs are COVERED in tattoos. What most people don’t know is that he brings his sibling Basil with him to numb the area getting tattoos because he will cry otherwise.
Left arm:
Stylised version of the welsh dragon swirling onto his chest
Stars
Plants
Bugs
Cultural designs
Abstract designs
Eyes
Planets
Other small designs (everytime you look at his arms, you get the urge to find Waldo…Captain Price actually found him)
Right arm
Similar to left arm
Dandelions
Crows
Fish
Legs
Sword
More cultural designs
Snakes
sun/moon
Ass
Small Moon jellyfish (right asscheek)
Back
not even gonna bother listing all of ‘em.
Do they often paint their nails?
As often as he can since he’s in the military, but he only likes black
Are their hands worn / rough?
His hands are pretty rough and have a few scars from being in the military
Do they pick / bite their fingernails?
Yes, but he tries to tone it down if he’s just gotten his nails done.
Do they pick at their skin or at scabs?
She picks at her skin. She used to pick at her scabs, but Price started spraying her with water every time to break the habit since Reghan would bleed depending on how bad it was.
Are they very tall?
Yes. Reghan is still holding onto that title as the tallest in the army.
She’s very strong as well, more than she is aware. She has playfully pushed someone and sent them flying. Since then he has been extra careful with how he is with his teammates.
Even though she towers over everyone, she’s very cuddly. He usually lays down on top of Soap when they’re cuddling, but only rests the upper half of her body on him so she doesn’t accidentally crush him to death.
note: yes, COD has its nails dug into me now. This is my OC, Reghan (he/she). He’s in the MW reboot timeline. I’m gonna be writing headcanons and shit for the reboot folks since I think about them so much. He is black btw.
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Reghan Twia Anjo Satrinava-Idrissu
Aliases:
Bravo 1-1 (would not leave Price alone until he allowed this)
Rhys (by John Price and family)
Rhea (by Soap and Price)
Angel (ONLY by Soap)
Sergeant
Welshy
Sheepshagger (do not call her this, he will kill you)
Thoughts about Ranpo (BSD) and Imayoshi Shoichi (KNB) that nobody asked for
I’m not saying that Imayoshi would be scared of Ranpo, but I have a feeling he’d be on his best fucking behaviour around him. Like I’m sure Imayoshi would want to rag on him a little but he wouldn’t get too comfortable.
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Yeah I’ve been gone for 5 months, and i might vanish for a few more but I had to put this out here. 😭
Warning: mentions of detransitioning, possibly going back to using deadname, overall struggling with gender identity
Note: this is very much a comfort thing (because I desperately need comfort right now) but if you relate to it, lit. I might do one for Poe since I want to marry that mf but that might come later.
Summary: reader conflicted of whether they want to go back to using their deadname
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Fukuzawa was at his desk organising documents when you walked in muttering something.
“Anything wrong, my son?” He asked a little concerned. You looked up quickly before blushing.
“S-sorry dad, just thinking about something,” you said softly, clearly avoiding his gaze.
Fukuzawa motioned for you to sit on the couch near his desk. He slowly approached you and sat down.
“You don’t have to tell me,” he said in his usual baritone, “but if it’s bothering you a lot, you can tell me,” he gave you a comforting look, at least he tried too.
You pouted and opened your mouth to speak before closing it again.
“I- I’ve been thinking of going back to my deadname,” you said looking at your shaking hands. You had been pondering this for awhile, but was afraid to take that step forward. Fukuzawa had been the most supportive parent ever when it came to your initial transition, but you were still afraid.
Fukuzawa noticed your hands trembling and gently patted your head.
“That’s ok,” he paused to chose his next words. “Is the name you chose simply not fitting as well?” He asked genuinely wanting to understand.
“I don’t know,” you let out a shaky sigh, “I just- I don’t know I’m detransitioning or if I just don’t feel like labelling my gender at all?” You looked at the floor, willing yourself not to cry. You both sat in silence. You thinking your dad was disappointed, Fukuzawa simply trying to find the correct words to comfort his child.
“Are you comfortable with me referring to you as my son?” He asked in a kind voice. You looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Y-yeah,” you smiled softly. Fukuzawa nodded and rubbed your back.
“You can always tell me if you change your mind, I’m here to help you, my boy- uh-“ he froze up at his slip. You giggled and hugged him, “it’s fine dad, thank you,” he exhaled in relief and hugged you back.
“What brought this on?” He asked, trying his best to sound unthreatening.
“I don’t know, i still like masculine titles but I also like feminine ones as well,” you pursed your lips, trying to explain better. “I want to be someone’s ‘boyfriend’ but i also liked when Kunikida-kun used to call me ‘little miss’”
“I don’t entirely feel like a boy or a girl,” you sighed and leaned on him. He gently placed an arm around you.
“I think I understand,” he nods, “but if I ever make a mistake in how I address you, tell me,” he kisses the top of your head, it was something he had started doing with you and Ranpo. It was the last thing anyone would expect the ex-assassin to do, but he wanted to show you he loved you very much.
You nodded and smiled softly. Your dad was always trying his best, even if he didn’t know all the terms and labels, he wanted to do his best for you. You felt nervous though…
Nervous that perhaps this wasn’t going to work…
Nervous that you’d be back at square one if you make this change…
Nervous that your deadname will only bring back the horrid memories from ‘then’…
Nervous…nervous…nervous…
But Fukuzawa, ‘Dad’, brought you back to the present.
“You’ll be ok, don’t see this as a setback“ he said snapping you out of your mental battle with yourself.
“See it as, learning more about yourself. If you want to look more feminine or masculine, then that’s your decision but I will do what I can to help you,” he tapped your shoulder gently. You nodded and sat quietly before looking at him.
“Dad,” he looked at you with the softest eyes.
“Thank you,” he smiled softly and you hugged your dad tightly.
‘Dad’ who did his best to make you feel comfortable…
‘Dad’ who would tap your shoulder whenever he saw a pride flag on the street…
‘Dad’ who would help you find a ball gown or a suit if that’s what you wanted to wear…
‘Dad’ who saw you as a treasure, regardless of your gender…
Warnings: angst to fluff, mention of burning hand, comfort
Note: I’m a few hours late but happy Father’s Day to Fukuzawa. This is a comfort oneshot but I still use they/them pronouns, you can change it to whatever your pronouns are. Reader has an ability related to fire.
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Fukuzawa sat in his office, swamped by papers. He was in the middle of answering a letter, when he heard the distant sound of crying and little feet running towards his office door.
You ran into his office wailing, while holding your hand out.
“Daaaad!” You cried out. Fukuzawa immediately jumped up from his seat and knelt down to inspect the problem.
“What happened, my child?” He said in the soft baritone voice, that was reserved only for his children. You held out your little hand and showed him a burn on your skin.
“I lost control of my ability,” you choked out between sobs, “and I burnt my hand,” Fukuzawa pulled you in for a hug and sighed.
“Alright, how about we go to the kitchen, and run water on it, hm?” He looked down at your small figure with kind eyes. You sniffled and nodded.
He picked you up and carried you to the kitchen. He gently placed you on the counter and ran cold water over the burn to soothe the pain.
After he finished, he gently wrapped a small bandage over your hand and smiled.
“There you go,” he said softly, “I guess we need to work on controlling your ability now hm?” He kissed the top of your head. It wasn’t something he ever envisioned himself doing, but he had grown to love you as his child and wanted nothing more than to see you happy.
Without a word, you slowly raised your injured hand towards his face.
“Kiss it better, you always kiss it better,” you pouted. He sighed softly and gave you a small smile. Fukuzawa gently took your hand and pressed his lips to the bandage.
“Happy now?” He patted your head. You nodded slowly and leaned against his chest.
After a few moments of silence, you looked up at him.
“Daddy?” You said in a soft voice. Fukuzawa’s heart melted at you calling him “daddy” and smiled down at you.
“Yes, my child,” you looked at him with a pout.
“Can we feed the cats together?” You muttered into his shoulder. He smiled again and nodded.
You both had your own spot where you would feed stray cats. It was a small wooden bench, sat in front of a large brick wall, that looked over a garden.
You sat on Fukuzawa’s lap again and waited patiently for the cats to arrive.
After a few minutes, you tugged on the sleeve of his hoari and pointed towards a black cat poking its head from one of the bushes.
Once it got close enough, he slowly placed you beside him and leaned down to pet the cat. Another one followed soon after, and you grabbed a treat from Fukuzawa’s pocket and held your hand out, coaxing the cat to come closer. You smiled brightly when it ate the treats right out of your hand.
“Daddy, look!” You said excitedly. Fukuzawa watched, not realising the small smile that crept onto his face.
“That’s amazing, dear! That means they like you,” he patted you head gently. Your eyes glowed as more cats surrounded you for treats, the air now filled with a euphony of meowing.
You both sat outside for sometime before heading back to the ADA building. As you walked back, Fukuzawa looked down at you.
You, who gently held onto his haori as you muttered random things to yourself.
You, who he had subconsciously vowed to protect with his life, before he had even realised the impact you had on him.
He never imagined hearing himself every introduce someone as ‘his child’…
CW: nsfw, implied bottom!poe, implied top!reader, Poe grinding on reader while streaming, mentions of Poe’s erection
Note: it’s been awhile. Decided to take a short hiatus cause I was extremely burnt out but I’m back with a nsfw Poe oneshot 😌
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You and Edgar have been dating for over a year now, and decided to move in together not to long ago.
You were a streamer, and often streamed in the evening since you worked in the mornings. Tonight, you had decided to do a silent stream while playing (insert game).
“No talking or facecam tonight you guys,” you said cheerfully, “we’re gonna enjoy the in-game noises, so if wanna put this on in the background, go for it!” You said into the mic before muting it for the rest of stream.
It was late, but Edgar was normally awake at this time as well working on his novel. Though this time, up in the authors study, sat your disgruntled lover.
He didn’t know when it began, but his mind became occupied with thoughts of you—most of them very naughty.
He knew you were busy right now, but that only made him want you more. He looked down at the outline of his member in his coincidently tight pants and groaned.
You were in the middle of your game, when your office door creaked open. You knew it was Edgar right away and waved him over without looking back at him.
He looked down at his crotch before looking back up at the silhouette of your chair.
‘What am i doing?’ He thought to himself, almost embarrassed at how shameless he was acting. But he shuffled over to you, and stood beside you quietly.
“You alright, dolly?” You asked softly. He could barely formulate a proper sentence.
“Mhm,” he responded, he knew better than to try and talk right now with the state he’s in.
‘Are they muted?’ Edgar thought to himself. He knew you often streamed without your face showing, so he wasn’t worried about being seen.
The voice in his head told him, begged him, to leave the room and collect himself, but he was far too desperate to leave.
You noticed that Edgar continued to loom over you quietly. Before Edgar could rethink his decisions, you pulled him onto your lap, making him straddle you.
He looked at your face with widened eyes. Searching for a hint of your usual smirk that signalled you knew what you were doing to him, but there was nothing. You looked peaceful as you quietly played your game.
He leaned against your shoulder and gripped his thighs, trying desperately to control himself. The longer he sat on your lap, the more his mind wandered.
Wandered into scenarios where he’s bent over your desk…
Or the back of the couch…
Or perhaps his desk…
Or…
Anywhere as long as you’re the one fucking him.
His heart raced, he was no longer thinking about who heard him. All he thought about was you.
Your hands finding his waist, and guiding his movements.
But you weren’t there yet. Right now he was on your lap, his member rock hard as he fails to think of anything else.
You knew perfectly well what was going on, but…
‘How far is he willing to go?’ You thought to yourself, smirking knowing he couldn’t see your reaction. Your headphones were in, so Edgar foolishly believed you wouldn’t be able to hear him if he…
“Mm~” The first moan of the night to spill from his lips and to be caught by the fabric covering your shoulders. He froze waiting to see if you’d react—say something in response to his ‘slip up’.
But nothing. So he took it up a notch.
Edgar started to slowly grind against your lap. He was certain you wouldn’t notice.
‘I shouldn’t but~’ was the thought of the evening, but he ignored the thought and kept moving.
You of course, had noticed.
Noticed the soft whimpers that slipped past his lips.
His hard member poking through his pants and moving against you.
His left hand gripping your arm while the other rested on his own thigh.
But in the moment, all ability to think had left your lover’s mind.
He froze when your hand moved to his slim waist. He wondered how you managed to play your game and touch him, but again, his rationale left him when you began massaging his waist.
‘They know,’ he thought to himself, ‘they know I’m sensitive there,’
Edgar melts into your touch, trying ever so hard to keep himself somewhat under control.
Although, if he had any control to begin with, he wouldn’t have found himself in your lap, and at your mercy.
Suddenly, he felt himself getting closer to the edge—a burning feeling he was all too familiar with.
“Oh Edgar, darling?~” you said in a low purr. ‘Edgar, darling’ sat bolt upright in your lap, his face redder than ever.
He thanked every deity he could think of that you couldn’t see his widened but lust filled eyes.
“I can feel that, you know?” He could hear the teasing tone in your voice and squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment.
“You’re very lucky no one else can hear you…but then…you didn’t know that did you?” You smirked, and looked at him as he buried his face in his hands.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help as soon as I’m finished, alright?~” you whispered into his ear.
Edgar fervently nods his head, his chest burning with excitement.
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Note: I did 2 for this one since there’s no Drabble ✌️ also not proofread
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L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Poe is nervous around kids, especially if they’re tiny. His biggest worry is looking away for a few seconds and the child getting into mischief that might get them hurt. He’s also worried that the child might hurt Karl, or Karl might hurt the child in self defence. Poe doesn’t mind not having children as he knows they’re a big commitment, but he isn’t against having any. His biggest worry is that he might become like his own parents with him and not be there for his child when they need him most.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
I’ve mentioned this so many times it’s not even funny but, Edgar experiences mood swings very often. It’s something he’s working on especially because his intense emotions can include intense anger. He never wants to hurt you and would never forgive himself if he did, but sometimes he gets very frustrated. He never tries to take it out on you, but sometimes he snaps if he can’t get his head together. Again, since he never wants to cause you any harm, it’s something that you’re both working on together.
CW: hurt/comfort, suggestive at the end (just reader thirsting for a hot second)
Note: I love yosano~ the wan episode where she has trouble speaking was 😔 I will be doing another Drabble with awkward!yosano trying to flirt with reader. This is not proofread 😭 I really wanted to write about yosano cause I love her~
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You had just arrived at the agency to drop of dinner for your girlfriend, Yosano. After greeting everyone, you knocked on her office door softly.
“What is it?” She said harshly, “I’m very busy right now!” You could hear the frustration in her voice. You poked your head through and looked at her with innocent eyes.
“It’s just me,” you said softly. Upon seeing you, her eyes softened and her face coated in blush.
“I’m sorry, my love. I’ve been so backed up with work,” she said in a gentle voice, immediately regretting having raising her voice.
“It’s ok, I figured you were working late tonight and I thought I’d bring your dinner to you. I made your favourite,” you held up the lunchbox, “grilled eel on rice,” her eyes widened before looking at you innocently. She happily took the food and kisses your cheek. She ushered for you to sit across from her as she begins eating.
“Your grilled eel is always so good” She said followed by a content sigh.
“An old friend of my mine loves grilled eel, and since you love eel, I thought I’d learn the recipe,” she took another bite while looking at you fondly.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she said, looking down at her food.
“You’d have to start taking care of yourself properly,” you chuckled, “I know your job is very demanding but sometimes you need to rest,” you reached out to hold her free hand. She took a final bite before looking at your hand on hers, and you could see that she wanted to say something.
“Is something wrong, akiko?” She looked at you with teary eyes.
“Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough-” she couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. “I just- I feel like a failure,” she choked out between sobs.
You quickly pulled her in for a hug, letting her cry on your shoulder.
“my baby, you are not a failure. But I understand some days are harder than others and sometimes you don’t get the results you want. But if you need to cry, I’ll sit here and you can cry on my shoulder, my beautiful butterfly,” you said as gently as possible. Your kind words only made her cry harder.
“I’m just afraid of doing something wrong,” she sniffled. You gently stroked her face, and wiped away her tears.
“It’s ok, just cry~ I know Fukuzawa-dono and the other agency members appreciate the work you do here, even if you make a mistake,” she smiled weakly and nuzzled against your shoulder again before kissing you gently.
“Let’s go home and take a hot bath, I think you need it,” you said softly. Her eyes widened a bit when you giggled mischievously.
“You’re up to something, that giggle means you’re planning something,” she said with a light chuckle.
“Tits,” was all you said causing her to roll her eyes.
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Note: this one is a little longer because there are two short stories for one prompt. The second story has taller!gn!reader.
Warning: this isn’t proofread 💀 then again none of my stories are but if you’ve been here for awhile you probably noticed that.
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J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Poe doesn’t get insanely jealous, but sometimes he can’t help but feel a small pang if he sees someone getting close with you. Poe might be shy, but don’t mistake his shyness for weakness. If he’s bothered enough, he’ll quietly approach you with a scowl pout on his face, while grumbling under his breath. Hopefully by now, you know exactly what’s wrong. Poe knows that you won’t leave him to run off with someone else, and 100% trusts you. He also never makes a huge scene as he hates conflict.
Bonus: if you’re taller than Poe, just imagine how cute he looks pressing his face into your shoulder and his cheeks puffing up. Also imagine turning to him and cupping his cheeks so he looks up at you like “it’s ok baby, I’m all yours,” and Poe just short circuits. Meanwhile the person who was flirting with you is gagging at you both.
Drabble 1:
You and Edgar were walking around the grocery store. It wasn’t a conventional date, but any chance you two got to spend together was special. Edgar loved walking down each isle with you, with his arm snaked around yours as you push the cart.
“Can you pick up some noodles for me Angel?~” you asked in a gentle voice. Without a word, he smiled and slipped his arm from mine before waltzing towards the noodles. Your gaze follows his figure till he’s out of your line of sight before making your way towards the rices.
You were about to pick up a bag of jasmine rice when a person stopped near you. You didn’t notice them at first, but having a sixth sense to someone staring at you, it didn’t take long for you to acknowledge them.
“Sorry, am I in the way?” You ask politely, you placed the rice in the cart and was about to move out the way when the person raised their hands.
“No sorry, sometimes I stare at people, especially when they’re attractive,” they said flirtatiously. You shuffled a bit uncomfortably but politely smiled.
“I- um…hm,” you didn’t know how to respond to that, especially when you’ lover was somewhere in the store.
“Anyway, I recognised you, you work for the agency right?” They asked to which you nodded. They were subtle with their flirting, not going overboard but enough to make you slightly uncomfortable all things considered. You both engaged in light conversation, them subtly pointing out your good looks every now and then.
You were about to speak again when you felt a dark presence staring at you. When you turned around, Poe was standing there, trying not to look annoyed but failing miserably. But he wasn’t staring at you, his gaze seem to travel right through you and towards your flirtatious visitor.
“Oh, Edgar,” you said with outstretched arms. “This is my boyfriend,” you said making sure to put emphasis on ‘boyfriend’. The person’s eyes widened as Edgar approached you both.
He immediately rested his chin on your shoulder and snaked his arms around your waist, but remained silent and trying his best not to speak out of turn.
“Oh I- I’m sorry- I-“ the person stammered profusely. You smirked a bit, reaching to stroke your boyfriends hair.
“I should get going then-“ they said before waving and briskly walking away. You turned in Edgar’s arms and looked at him with a mischievous grin.
“I wasn’t jealous,” he said immediately. You raised your eyebrow, the grin never leaving your face.
“No, of course not, lovely,” you tease.
BONUS: (x taller!reader) reader is really
(Poe is 6’0 btw)
“Angel-“ Edgar rounded the corner and saw someone talking to you. He doesn’t mind you talking to other people, but when the person you’re talking to is obviously flirting with you, he can’t help but feel is blood boil.
The visitor didn’t seem to notice the presence of your lover yet, but you could feel his gaze burning a hole in the back of your head. You jumped when Edgar pressed his face in the centre of your back and wrapped his arms around your waist.
You could feel the vibration of him muttering something against your back, and you had half a mind to believe it wasn’t something nice.
“Sorry, my boyfriend,” you said whilst pulling your lover from behind you. Edgar pressed his cheek against your arms and puffed his cheeks a bit. You smiled down at him and leaned down to kiss the top of his head.
“Oh- I- s-sorry,” you smiled at them as they fumbled, but they could see the wickedness in it. They waved one last time before quickly rounding the corner.
You looked down at Edgar and smirked. He looked away while pouting, but moved his arms to wrap around your shoulders. You slipped your finger under his chin and brushed his bangs out of his face, making him look you in the eye.
“It’s ok, little darling,” you said in a flirtatious tone, “I’m all yours~” his eyes widened for a second, before the blush finally coated his entire face. Your fingertip tapped his lips gently before you wrapped your arms around his tiny waist. He hummed, looking at you already in a lovesick haze and kissed you.
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Obviously for @midwoodbender thank you for respectfully ruining my life with chatbot <3 | jealous Poe in second photo 🥰
Warning: this is not proofread I really wanting to write more dad!/adoptivedad!fukuzawa
Note: reader is staying with fukuzawa for a bit👍 also even though I say ‘his child’ age can be however old you are, I just don’t know of a gn version of son/daughter that indicates that reader isn’t like 5 years old or something.
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You sat at your desk, feeling your chest burn as the urge to start crying filled you. Everything was going wrong and it felt like you had no one to turn to for comfort.
Fukuzawa was in another room, and as if it were a sixth sense, knew something was wrong with you. He slowly approached your bedroom door and his suspicions were correct—he heard light sniffles.
You tried desperately to hold back your tears almost mentally bullying yourself into thinking you were being weak and not at all crying because overworking yourself finally caught up to you.
You were practically being eaten alive by your thoughts when an arm reached over your shoulder and gently placed a cup of green tea on your tabletop.
You looked up at the silver haired man and tried your best to force a smile. Fukuzawa pulled up a chair beside you and remained silent as he took a sip out of his own cup. You sat in a comfortable silence for a bit. This was a common occurrence between you and your found father. Whether he’d be stressed about clients or you with your own work, you would sit together and enjoy a cup of tea to calm your nerves.
He didn’t mind if you wanted to sit quietly, but was ready to listen when you wanted to air your grievances.
“Thanks, Otosan,” you said seeming fully calmed from the whole ordeal.
“If you need help you can ask me,” he said in his usual baritone. He was usually a serious man, but at that moment he wanted to know that his child was okay. His logical solution was to pat ruffle your head a little more aggressively than you would’ve liked.
“Oi Otosan!” You sighed in annoyance. Your scowl was replaced with a small smile when you heard the quiet chuckle from your dad.
ALL CREDITS GO TO @the-coldest-goodbye FOR PROMPT LIST !!!!!
CW: Depressed Poe, slight angst to comfort
Note: there are a few of these left that I want to write for so 🤲 next post will be a seperate headcanon post though.
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R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
His favourite moment was when you came to visit him when he fell into a depression.
Poe wanted to write something, anything, but the crushing shame of loosing to Ranpo practically had him in a chokehold. Karl had to bite his feet to get him to get out of bed some days.
You weren’t close with Poe, but you knew him enough to come visit him without Ranpo with you. When you arrived at his mansion, the door was unlocked (which was normal for Poe), but his house was a little messier than usual. It was completely silent, save the sound of scurrying towards you. You looked down to see a frantic Karl, chirping while pulling on your leg.
“Follow you?” You asked the authors companion. Karl looked at you in disappointment as you should’ve understood what he was trying to say without asking. You made your way up the flights of stairs towards, what you assumed was, Poe’s room. You were worried for Poe, because you could tell his mood was deteriorating and in your short period of knowing him. Plus you hadn’t heard from him in awhile.
You knocked on the door quietly, only to be met with silence.
“Edgar, I’m coming in,” Poe heard you loud and clear—and even in his current state he still had butterflies in his stomach at the way you said his name.
He felt the bed dip slightly and slightly adjusted his comforter to look at you. Karl jumped on the bed and curled up beside his friend. Just from the little you saw of his figure, you could tell he had not been taking care of himself.
“I’m here if you want to talk, would you like me to order some food?” You asked, the concern in your voice was evident.
You weren’t the best at comforting others, but sometimes all someone wants is to know someone is there, not necessarily having to say anything. You saw his head move slowly from under the thick comforter and patted his shoulder.
Although you didn’t say much while you were there, Edgar was eternally grateful that someone came to check on him—and the fact that it was you, of all people, made him smile a bit for the first time in weeks.
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MY MAN 😭😭😭 for @midwoodbender 🤲 thank you for introducing me to Poe chatbot ✊
Note: that’s a lot of people but reader has a fuck tone of hair and I already struggle washing my (3c) hair and it’s not even that long 💀 so imagine black!reader’s afro down their back. Even though I’m black, I’ve never specifically written for a black reader but I’ve been wanting to write this for so long. hair type is not specified, it’s whatever hair type you have ✊
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Since you’ve been living with Fukuzawa, he’s helped you with growing out your hair again
When he first met you, you obviously weren’t taking good care of it so he knew someone who could help with your hair type
He knew that was what came with adopting someone with your hair type and just wants you to love your hair and be happy with it
He even takes the time to learn how to take care of your hair because that’s perfect for family bonding
Fast forward to today, your Afro is down your back when it’s flat ironed and in its natural state it’s at your shoulder, so it obviously requires all hands on deck
(For those who don’t know sometimes our hair looks shorter than it actually is, so it might look like it’s at our shoulders but straightened out it could be longer; TLDR: shrinkage is a bitch)
There is a day scheduled, yes an entire day, just for your hair.
Each of the team is assigned a section to make sure each section of your hair gets proper attention it needs
It’s a little chaotic at first because it is 6 people plus yourself working on your head, but chaos is the family name with you lot so you work through it
Who does the best job?
Rating each characters hair care ability:
Fukuzawa: 10/10
Kind of nervous even after all these years
If you have sensitive scalp, he is extra gentle with your hair
He’s practically directing everyone on what to do
Ranpo: 7/10
He gets distracted easily while washing his section of your hair
It’s not that he doesn’t care, he’s just fascinated with the texture
If your curls come out more he will literally stand there looking at your curl pattern like 😯
Overall, he does a thorough job, but sometimes you have to make sure that the shampoo and conditioner are fully washed out of his section
Definitely whines that his arms are starting to hurt but Fukuzawa splashes water him to shut him up
Kyouka: 8/10
Just like ranpo she’d also be fascinated with your curl pattern, but she does a good job at washing even on her first wash day
-2 point because sometimes she accidentally pulls on your hair to hard
She’s still learning obviously, so she hasn’t mastered platting that section of your hair so sometimes her section gets a little tangled from a failed attempt
Just need to comb it out again afterwards so, no big deal
Yosano: 9/10
Auntie Yosano is so precise
She’s super gentle with your hair especially if you have a sensitive scalp
Extra points because she massages the conditioner into your hair
Sometimes when she’s presses down to hard with the rat-tail comb when parting your hair and that shit hurts but she massages the spot to soothe your head
Poe: 9/10
So you and Poe haven’t been dating long, so this is his first wash day
You warned him that it takes along time especially since you have a lot of hair on your head, but he doesn’t mind at all
He actually has a lot of fun and is glad he gets to help you with your hair
You’ve probably taught Poe how to oil your hair so he takes pride in his oiling skills.
Poe is a huge nerd and acts like he’s the hot shit just because he can braid your hair in cornrows or in two (which valid that shit is so difficult. I still can’t braid my own hair, somebody help)
Deducting points because the first time around, in his panicked state he put a little too much oil in your hair afterwards 💀
Kunikida: 10/10
He’s similar to fukuzawa and yosano
He’s very precise and puts the exact amount of shampoo and conditioner you need for his section
He always makes note of what shampoo and conditioner dries your hair or which one works well for you
If Fukuzawa isn’t supervising the situation you and Kunikida probably end up arguing over something, because it’s always something with you two
Aside from the yelling, he’s very gentle with your hair
He also knows how to braid your hair in cornrows and bonus points because he never does them to tight that they hurt
He knows everything about hair porosity and all that info it’s shocking but not really because it is kunikida
As I mentioned, sometimes Kyouka struggles with putting her section into a little twist to separate it, so Kunikida do it for her or show her how to twist your hair properly
Kunikida is a god at detangling your hair, he’s shockingly is so gentle you forget he’s working in your head.
Post-washing hair care
As mentioned before, Poe and Yosano usually help with putting oils and creams in your hair afterwards, especially if you’re twisting it.
For protective styles, kunikida or Fukuzawa usually does it, but Yosano parts your hair perfectly
If the hairstyle you want is more complex fukuzawa will find someone else to do your hair for you (or if you know how to do your own hair he’ll leave it to you)
If you two get a second alone, Poe will gently touch your hair and compliment you endlessly (why would you expect anything less from him)
Poe also randomly touches your hair because he loves the texture on his fingers
some people either let their hair air dry or blow dry it, so if you choose to blow dry it, kunikida will do it for you
Yosano has tried to blow dry your hair but she did to many rounds on a single piece and almost burned you
If you are like me and have a fear of having heat in your hair (cowards unite), Kunikida will blow dry your hair on low heat, yes it will take infinitely times longer but your comfort is more important
Kyoka likes to play around with your hair especially with you have it in twists.
She likes putting it in a little ponytail
Poe is foaming at the mouth if you leave your hair out in an Afro because you look so hot 😭 (as a matter fact his on his knees regardless of what hairstyle you do, my man is completely whipped, he is literally that “I believe in *insert* supremacy” meme)
Overall wash day with these guys is super fun
Obviously this is about black!reader with long hair, but if you decide you want to change it up like cutting it really short or locking it, all of them are so supportive of you.
Note: I kind of like doing this format of having a headcanon and a short fic to show a possible scenario. Oneshot will be italicised and it isn’t specified whether or not your blood related so go wild lol.
Otosan = Father
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Fukuzawa is always willing to help you with your assignments, but sometimes he gets distracted with whatever he’s working on and accidentally give you the wrong answer. The look of embarrassment on his face when you call him out for it is absolutely hilarious.
“Otosan,” you said in a concerned voice. Fukuzawa looked up at you, worried you’ve done something—he’s learned the hard way that nothing good comes when you use that tone of voice.
“I got my assignment back graded,” you turned it towards him with an obviously forced smile.
“I appreciate your help and I got a good grade, but,” you pointed at one of the questions.
“I can’t help but notice that the questions I got wrong were the ones you helped me with,” you raised an eyebrow challenging your dad to try and explain himself. He simply closed his eyes, they creased a bit as he tried to avoid eye contact knowing he was clearly guilty.
“What do you have to say for yourself old man?” You said. If it had been anyone else who called him ‘old man’ Fukuzawa would’ve had words for them, but of course since you were his child, you got away with things most would’ve been stoned for.
He cleared his throat before continuing his work.
“I’m busy right now Y/N, why don’t you sit on the couch and rest,” he said with a strained low voice. You rolled your eyes but still smiled at the serious façade your father usually had on fumbling.
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Old guy’s not even surprised anymore he’s just tired
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Note: oneshot in italics 👍
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G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Edgar is a pretty gentle person. Yes, he was willing to snipe someone to help Ranpo, and we’ve seen his ‘villainous’ act. But with people he genuinely cares about, and animals, he’s a sweetheart. Poe doesn’t go out of his way to seek conflict and would much rather stay home with Karl, and of course you, Ranpo and Mushi-kun. You remember the first time him and Ranpo had their battle of wits, but otherwise you had no opinion on the man.
Work was piling up the Agency, but you were finally able to catch a break. Fukuzawa-san had dismissed you all and suggested that everyone take a break after that morning.
You were seated in the outdoor seating area of a nearby cafe, when you saw a man talking to a raccoon. It wasn’t odd that he was talking to the animal, as you’ve watched Fukuzawa-san frequently talk to cats, but what shocked you was that the raccoon responded.
Of course, the only person you knew who would have a raccoon, was Edgar Allan Poe. You watched the interaction and smiled at how gentle he was with his furry friend.
You had no Ill-feelings towards him, hearing nothing negative about him from Ranpo, but what you didn’t expect was seeing someone who seemed to be more comfortable with his pet.
“Poe?” You said. There weren’t that many people on the street, although it was around midday so you were sure he heard you. He immediately whipped his head around towards you. You shyly waved, as he made his way towards you. You could practically see him trembling with each step.
“You’re Ranpos friend?” You asked, while signalling him to sit across from you. He nodded sheepishly while pulling out the chair. He was about to speak when the little raccoon jumped in his arms, cuddling into his neck.
“Karl, my sweet Angel,” he cooed, causing you to smile at the interaction. As if he forgot you were sitting there, he jumped when you chuckled.
“Sorry, I,” he hesitated,
“I’ve had Karl for so long, he’s like my best friend,” he smiled at his companion. It was as if he didn’t realise what he had just said, as he looked up at you, blushed before waving his hands.
“Please disregard what I said I-“
“It’s ok, it’s cute,” you interrupted. Poe’s face grew redder.
“I have such a hard time with people, it’s just,” he looked at Karl for comfort.
“I get it, don’t worry,” you said with a gentle smile. You talked a bit more. Him telling you about his connection with Ranpo and his book, and you telling him about your own ability. It all seemed fast, but you felt comfortable around the writer. He had a comforting aura to him that you hadn’t realised until you actually sat down with him.
You looked at the time.
“I should be heading back to the agency, but, maybe I’ll bump into you again?” You sighed. Poe nodded and he seemed more relaxed since he sat down.
You waved and was about head back when Poe let out a nervous whimper.
“Perhaps, you can join Ranpo and I one day,” he asked, almost unsure of his own request.
“Of course!” You said, a little more happily than you would’ve liked. Poe smiled and you briefly caught a glimpse of his tired violet eyes glowing.
