#ghost!bell x adler

[darlingor]

Long Past Dawn Pt. 6

Russell Adler x Fem Ghost! Bell

Warnings: nothing really, a kinda heavy topic and some fluff

Words: 1,340

As always, more below the cut!

Note: italics indicate a characters unspoken thoughts outside of a quote!

The night was restless. That moment replayed over and over in his head. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been that angry, he thought he had put that part of him to rest long ago. What scared him the most was in that moment, he wasn’t just angry. He was irate. She had only tried to help him and in turn, he berated her. And for that, he felt like shit. After tossing and turning for hours, he finally decided around 4 am to completely abandon the idea of sleep. Instead, he made his way down the stairs, into the kitchen, and brewed a cup of coffee.

With coffee in hand, he stepped out his front door and into the chilly air. He wanted to get his mind off of the event, but it seemed like it was transfixed on it. She had tried to play it off, but he remembered seeing that look in her eyes. He could practically see the fear gripping her shaking form. He turned his head to look at her house as he took a sip of the hot liquid. He could imagine her shutting the door, and sliding down it with tears in her eyes. He winced at the idea.

He had to admit it to himself, he felt a fondness for her brewing inside. He also thought she had a crush on him, especially since she asked him to dinner first. And it wasn’t that he was seeking out a partner, but he had been on his own for a while now, and he wasn’t exactly opposed to one. But any chance they had together was probably down the drain now. All because he can’t move on from a fucking commie. But she was so much more than that.

Bell had exited the house as well, and she stood almost shoulder to shoulder with him trying to decipher his thoughts. She assumed he was thinking about the incident, and she figured he was quite upset about it. In the short time she had known him, she had come to realize that he was a ponderer. He would sit and stare while meticulously picking a part moments in his head, checking if his response was valid, or if it should have been different, though he hardly ever regretted them.

In that quiet moment, a feeling of regret settled in her stomach. Maybe I should have left him alone. It seems I’ve caused more problems than I’ve solved. She suddenly noticed him stand up straight, and he laid his coffee cup on the front porch table. She watched with furrowed brows as he walked down the stairs and towards her front door. She decided to stay back this time.

He needed to talk to her, to see her. He wanted to apologize. Lord knows he wouldn’t be able to rest if he didn’t. He stood in front of her door for a moment, contemplating the many possible outcomes. Would she be mad? Scared? Confused? He concluded she would feel all three eventually. He took in a ragged breath before knocking on her wooden door. He waited a moment before delivering another knock. He then noticed a dim light flick on in one of the rooms, and he prepared himself for her presence. The door swung open to reveal her small frame drowned in pajama pants and a sweatshirt, her hair sticking up in some places. He noted her expression as one of confusion, thankfully no anger or fear. They stared for a short moment before she opened her mouth to speak.

“Mr. Adler? It’s 4 in the morning, what are you doing here?” She cocked her head at him.

“Do you mind if I come in? I’d just like to talk.”

She wordlessly stepped out of the way and motioned him inside with her hand. He gave her a polite nod and stepped just past her. Once she closed the door, she took a cautious step by him and he followed her into the living room.

“Please, sit.” He took his place on a section of her fluffy couch, and she sat in the recliner opposite him.

“Thank you, Steph-“

“Why are you here? You made it very clear that you didn’t want my help.” A soft sigh left his lips as he hung his head. There was the anger.

“I… wanted to apologize. I understand you just wanted to help, and I appreciate that more than you know. But I also wanted to explain myself.” He looked into her eyes for any objection, but he saw nothing. Only acceptance, how strange. “I’ve done some bad things in my life. Most I’ve never batted an eye to. But that last person I hurt, she’s stuck with me. Haunted me. I haven’t been able to think about much else. And these emotions are so foreign to me, I don’t know how to handle them.” Stephanie listened intently with a tender look on her face. “I’ve felt weak. The prideful part of me wants to… wants to go it alone. But I’ve started to realize I can’t do that.” Stephanie sat for a moment, mulling over his words in her head and searching for a response. After a minute of comfortable silence, Stephanie slowly stood from her seat, and made her way across the room to him. She took a seat on the couch next to him, and looked into his icy blue eyes.

“I’m trying my best to understand. I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re fighting something in your head. And since I can’t know exactly, I simply want to be here for you. Whenever you need me.” He was taken aback at her words. If she were any other woman, he would have thought it odd. But this was Stephanie, and he could tell that she loved fiercely. This realization made hurting her sting so much more. She dropped her head as a small smile graced her features. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” She picked her head back up to meet his eyes, which were watching her intently. “But I like you Mr. Adler, I really do. And in more than just a friendship way.” She reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers. Russell looked down at their enveloped hands, seeing how his large hand drowned hers. His eyes trailed back up to her. “If you’d let me, I’d love to help you as much as I can. Even if you just need a person to talk to. I’m all ears.”

He stared at her silently for a moment, the gears in his head turning. She watched as his eyes flicked from her own, down to her lips. She couldn’t tell if she was imagining it, but she hoped to God she wasn’t. Slowly, he leaned in and placed his lips on hers. The kiss was so tender, so full of sweetness. Stephanie’s hand rose to cup his scarred cheek as she kissed him back. Her heart was beating in her ears, and she still wasn’t quite sure if this was a dream or reality. They both pulled away and stared at each other deeply. She caressed his cheek, tracing his jaw line down to his chin, and it didn’t escape her how he leaned in to her touch slightly. Stephanie rose from the couch, her hand still in his, and gently pulled him up off the coach and guided him up the stairs to her bed room. Russell followed closely, not daring to fall behind. Once in the dimly lit room, Stephanie placed another kiss onto his soft lips. She pulled away slowly, and their eyes locked. “I don’t want us to do anything tonight.” She whispered. “I just want you to rest.” He felt elated at the words, and he followed her movement as she pulled back the covers and slipped into the bed.

They laid on their sides, her back pressed firmly against his chest, and his arm draped over her protectively. He slowly began to drift off, but not before he caught the sleepy words from the younger woman. “Good night Russell.”

And he slept the best he’d slept in years.

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No explanation. Wallow in this. xoxo.

Forgot my tag list, sorry!

@kylezkie4adler @animefreak1145 @stupid-stinky @parkeepingparker @holy-crap-i-am-russell-adler @mayaibnlaahad @holdmegentlypls

#call of duty #cod:bocw #black ops cold war #call of duty black ops #cod #cod cold war #cold war #call of duty cold war #russell adler #adler #bell call of duty #russell adler x bell #ghost!bell x adler #russell adler fanfic #bell fanfic #bell x adler #cod bell #this is ooc but I really don’t care #it’s my story and I write him how I want to🔫

[fallenmistake923]

After completing the campaign for cold war, I've just been writing fanfics and only uploaded one so far. The three I have on the back burner are:

Multiversal worlds collide, but every version of Bell can handle it, right? Even if one can't, surely she can help herself figure it out. Meeting herself shouldn't be too bad, no matter how different they look. Unless if they start to hallucinate, have nightmares, and their eyes glow. Then don't worry. It just means that Bell's got a job to do.

Stuck in a repeating never ending loop, keeping her cover intact, and trying to remember the past should be easier than trying to figure out why Adler and Woods are fighting over Bell's affection. But considering the day restarts once she dies, Bell's gonna have a long time to think about who she really wants in her bedroom. That and to figure out why a deaf man would be on Weaver's radar.

Escaping from Adler and his abuse after Solovetsky was hell. Embracing a friendship with Weaver was calming. Helping her escape her simulation prison was complicated. Losing her in a dark ather portal to escape Adler's possessiveness was heartbreaking. Price being given an old receiver that starts picking up an signal from when him and his team are out on a assignment is going to reveal what Weaver was keeping hidden.

I have alot of ideas and not enough time to write it✍

#cod cold war #russell adler #frank woods #fanfics #jason hudson #writing #cod mw22 #john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod zombies #black ops cold war #dimitri belikov #send me asks #ao3 writer #russell adler x bell #russell adler x reader #frank woods x reader #cod x reader

[unprofessional-bard]

An Update!

Hello everyone! I hope all of you are well. I'm terribly sorry for never getting around to complete Losing My Religion, I never expected so many of you to be invested in it 😭❤ Your support means everything to me.

I'd been dealing with a troubled time for the past few months, but I'm better as of late, so I'll be coming back this month with Call of Duty related fics as well as (hopefully) Losing My Religion, since the show is coming out in a few days! I've also been working on my writing more, hopefully you'll find that it's improved in terms of (x Reader) content. :)

I'd love to interact with more of you & follow more CoD related blogs (writers specifically) since I'll be writing for it too!

Here are some characters I already have (NSFW) WIPs for:

Black Ops

Russell Adler <3 (series in progress)

Frank Woods

Modern Warfare (reboot)

Captain John Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

I'll definitely be open to write for more characters (König, Gaz, Mason etc.) later on and update my masterlist accordingly, so until then, I'll just leave this here :)

See you all soon!

#tlou #joel miller x reader #call of duty #cod #call of duty x reader #captain price x reader #ghost x reader #konig x reader #russell adler x bell #russell adler x reader #soap x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #frank woods x reader #cod x reader #cod imagine #tlou imagines #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

[littlemissclandestine]

Why I think Russell Adler is going to make a comeback in COD 2024

WARNING⚠️: Contains spoilers for Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War and Call of Duty: Black Ops 2

Disclaimer: This is all just speculation on my behalf of course. I've just tried piecing stuff together for fun because Russ is one of my fave BO characters even though he's a bitch but i need more Adler content stat. <33

Let's get into it peeps. HEAR ME OUT.

Buckle up. Gonna be one hell of a ride folks 🤪

We'll start off with some random/background info.

Russ was born on February 12th 1937 so that would make him 53/54 in the Gulf War era. This actually isn't that old because if you think about it, Woods was about to turn 51 in 1981 during the Cold War campaign. What's a few more years?

We last saw Adler in action post-campaign in Warzone 1.0 cinematics but we've been kept in the dark about Adler's whereabouts post-1984 (after being brainwashed and killing Stitch LOL).

This meanie in a beanie wasn't forgotten about, oh no. He appears in the new cinematic intros on startup for both MWII (2022) and MWIII (2023). See below:

He was also featured twice in the 20 year anniversary video for Call of Duty whereas COD Ghosts didn't even get an appearance (ouch): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL_w5HmxsPI

I personally believe Adler was a great addition to the Black Ops roster and is essentially the new Black Ops 'cover boy' now. Would be such a shame and a missed opportunity not to include a character like him in the upcoming COD. One who is morally grey, does whatever he deems necessary to get the job done - a bit like Cpt. Price in MW. Got the COD fans riled up about him brainwashing and pulling the trigger on Bell too - he's already got the spotlight in both a good and bad way.

Now, let's explore my main reasoning as to why I think Mr Shades 2.0 is most likely coming back in late 2024...

🎖️First up: Gulf War mission list 🔫

Here are some of the campaign missions that will be featured in Black Ops Gulf War. Obviously, this is subject to change, however, going off what we have, look closely...

Credit: @MWIIINTEL on Twitter/X

Safehouse guys...SAFEHOUSE. Takes you right back to Cold War, doesn't it? Ugh the potential.

🕵️ Next up: The campaign for COD 2024 will dive into the CIA's role/the Black Ops timeline 🕘

I took the following snippet from this official article.

From this, we know there will be a huge focus on the CIA and who's a CIA clandestine special officer? Mhm, you guessed it - Russell Adler.

Now, according to the events of BO2, it's evident which characters have the possibility of returning out of our original BO trio - Jason Hudson, Frank Woods and Alex Mason.

💫 Alex is presumed dead after Frank shot him so he's out the picture in '90/91 until 2025 when they canonically meet again.

🪵 Woods would be in his 60s during this time too so I'll let you decide whether that's too old for him to be in GW.

Edit: Woods got SPAS-12'd in the kneecaps on Dec 20th 1989 by Raul Menendez so uh...yeah

🧊 Hudson died on Dec 20th 1989 at the hands of Raul Menendez.

Feel free to check out this website (Call of Duty Wiki) for an outline of the events after CW to remind yourself. Here's a link to the Black Ops timeline from there.

➡️ Gulf War being a direct sequel to Cold War and what that could mean 💉

That brings me onto the rest of the safehouse crew. Since GW is a direct sequel to CW, it would make sense for some characters to carry over if possible:

We, as the player/Bell, get to choose whether Park or Lazar die (or both lovebirds) in 'End of the Line'. It's highly unlikely they'll return unless the devs make one decision canon maybe.

There could be a chance we see Sims again given his bond with Adler (Da Nang etc.), his age (late 40s in GW) and his status (alive).

That leaves the man himself, Russ. Everything from his age to the fact he's CIA and was the deuteragonist in COD 2020's campaign just makes sense for him to have at least a lil cameo or even a larger role, don't you think?

📱Finally: Hints from official posts 🔎

This post from Call of duty's official Instagram account kind of sealed the deal for me.

Oh lookie - they dropped syringe-lover's famous line in a zombies post. Why would COD just drop it so casually like that without a reason and years after CW came out? They could've said absolutely anything else but no, this was purposeful.

And that's all for this episode guys and gals!

Thank you for reading!! 🫂

Do what you will with all this information but I have concluded in my silly little brain that scarface is coming back.

How he's only in one game is beyond me. Won't get a character like him ever again. Seems like a cliché war dude at first glance but dig a little deeper into the details of the CW campaign, peel back the layers and get into his psychology and WOWZERS.

Am I delusional? Most definitely.

But the possibility he might be returning...that little bit of hope is enough for me and i won't shut up about it.

This will age horribly if he isn't in GW. Forgive me for feeding your delusions too in that case. Please?

What are your thoughts? Feel free to share them! 😊

#this took forever rip #but you see where i'm coming from? #might do a part two if anything else gets leaked #Star's bottomless waffles ☆ #call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #black ops 2 #alex mason #frank woods #russell adler #jason hudson #black ops gulf war #cod cw #cod cold war #call of duty black ops #call of duty cold war #cod 2024

[mockerycrow]

4K CELEBRATION POST MASTERLIST

prompt list/original post

no longer accepting 4k requests!!

requests done: 14 out of 37 <3

Heaven Forbid (Ghost x Male!Reader)

Different Path (Dad!Price x Teen!GN!Reader)

Only One Choice (Jack Mitchell x Fem!Reader)

Reassurance (Ghost x Fem!Reader)

Still Standing (Roach x GN!Reader)

Dream Or Reality? (Russell Adler x Fem!Bell!Reader)

Justice (Ghost x GN!Reader)

Never (Keegan Russ x GN!Reader)

My Eyes Are Up Here (Ghost x GN!Reader)

Glimpse Of You (Russell Adler x Fem!Reader)

You’re Alive (Captain Price x GN!Reader)

Safe (Rodolfo Parra x GN!Reader)

Killin’ Time (Soap x GN!Reader)

House Party (Ghost x Fem!Reader)

#crow’s 4k celebration #call of duty #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #price x reader

[rosemary-morgan]

John Marston X F.Reader - Revenge is a fools game

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Warning: an angsty one y'all - with a sweet ending

Summary: John is risking everything you two have built just to get revenge. Micah Bell should pay for what he did. Not knowing if John would ever return to you, you suffer his absence every day. But one thing is for sure: you will never forgive him for leaving you…

John Marston X F.Reader - Revenge is a fools game

"John, I'm begging you!" You didn't want to let John go. He was about to lose everything he had worked so hard for. All the effort, all the blood and sweat! Especially the blood! Why was he going to risk it all now? For his honor? For revenge? And what about you? And your new home? Why couldn't he live in peace? The ghosts of the past were catching up with him now, and you knew no matter what you would say, he would never change his mind. "I have to go, Y/N!" You ran after him, grabbing his arm, but you couldn't get him to stop. John Marston was a damn stubborn man. "You don't have to go! John, damn it!" As you got louder, he suddenly stopped and you clung desperately to his arm. As you looked into his eyes, you could see the determination in them. Oh yes, that fire in him had been reignited and it could become the downfall of your story. John reached for your shoulders, gently but firmly. "Don't you understand me, Y/N? Micah has so many lives on his conscience! He's driven us all into the downfall!" "But we have a chance to have the life we've always wanted!" You got louder before bursting into tears, now begging John not to leave. "Please, John… If I lose you, then what? Forget Micah! That bastard will get what he deserves!" But this man was a damn stubborn man. He shook his head as he looked deep into your eyes. "Yes, he will. And I will punish him!" "Punishment is God's business, John!" A loud sigh escaped the young man as he let you go. He saw that fighting would get you both nowhere and he didn't feel like arguing with you. "Y/N, I can't and won't forget what he did to all of us! I beg you, Y/N! Try to understand me!" Before you could say anything, John already stormed out of the bedroom and just left you behind. Your efforts to run after him and call out to him were a waste of time. "John!" He had already disappeared from the house, leaving you alone. Fear spread throughout your body, stretching deep into your guts, which contracted painfully. If anything would happen to him, you would lose everything. For John was the man you had grown to love. He wasn't perfect, but neither were you. With a quiet sob, you dropped to the floor and then the tears finally burst out of you. Micah! After so many years, he was still causing them so much pain. Of course, on the one hand, you could understand that John wanted his revenge. You also wished Micah only the worst for what he had done. There was an infinite amount of blood on his hands. You had seen your friends, your family die and until today you had not completely come to terms with it. But what was the point of chasing Micah now?

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Days and weeks passed. You didn't know if John was still alive or if his body was lying around somewhere to be forgotten by the world. Eaten by wild animals. Christ, you didn't even know if he was okay or if he was going to die alone! All these thoughts were bothering you day after day. Sadie Adler should be damned! Hadn't she been able to let it go? She had wanted Micah? Then she could have done her own job instead of dragging John into all this shit! After all, wasn't it better to hold on to something you had? Instead of chasing the wind? Oh, if John came home in one piece, you'd pay him back. You were so mad and hurt! Well… you were until just a few days ago. But by now you just wish he would come back to you…

You took care of the ranch and the house as best you could, but it all became too much. Eventually you threw the wet rag into the bucket before sighing heavily and finally bursting into tears. With a quiet sob, you bent over the kitchen counter, holding onto it. Your happiness had not lasted long, and you had dreamed of becoming a mother one day. To raise a child. Here, in this beautiful house that John had built. You couldn't stop crying, cursing the day Micah Bell joined your gang. Him and Dutch Van Der Linde! The man who had used you all, blinded you all. With his narcissistic nature, he had everyone wrapped around his finger, always trying to get what he had desired. It was too late when you realized what kind of person he really was.

You desperately needed some relaxation right now. Hoping to steer your thoughts in another direction, you took a bath. But as much as you tried, you couldn’t succeed. But you had neither the strength nor the desire to continue crying. In the meantime, you were tormented by headaches from all the crying. Your cheeks were already glowing, your eyes were swollen and red. "Oh, God…" With a loud sigh, you looked up at the ceiling, listening to the loud chirping of the crickets playing their song in the field. Instantly you thought of how John had been annoyed by the chirping of the crickets. It had robbed him of sleep some nights, while you, on the other hand, had slept wonderfully to this sound. John had tossed and turned in bed, putting the pillow over his head to muffle the loud noise, but it had never helped him.

You had to realize that your thoughts had nothing to bring out but John Marston…

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It was the middle of the night when John arrived at Beecher's Hope with Charles. They had both had a long ride and John could not describe how happy he was to be back home. Back with you and to the life that really mattered. Micah was dead and John was pleased. Now he could enjoy his life the way it was meant to be. John was pretty sure you would welcome him with open arms. But that would have to wait until morning. John led his stallion into the stable. His companion had earned a rest and a good night's sleep. And what Zacharia liked best was when John groomed his coat. But there was still time for that. Nevertheless, John rewarded his stallion with a juicy apple. "Good boy." John ran his hand over Zacharia's face. You could tell the animal was very exhausted and so was his owner. "Our horses are very tired. They have served us well. A man can't be prouder of his faithful companion," Charles commented as he too gave his mare a treat. "Charles, make yourself comfortable. You can stay as long as you like," John said as he turned away from Zacharia. His eyes fell on his house. All the lights were out and you were probably deep in sleep. John had to admit that in retrospect he was a little worried about whether you would really welcome him with open arms. In the end, he had risked everything, put it all on the line. and he would be lying if he said it was easy to kill Micah. John had narrowly escaped death and at that time, your words had immediately come to his mind. Everything had been brought to his mind. How you had begged him not to go, but to stay with you here in Beecher's Hope. John felt bad about that. It seemed like he would never learn from his mistakes. "Thank you, John. I really appreciate it!" Charles would not stay in Beecher's Hope forever. He had talked a few times during the trip about how much he wanted to go to Canada; building a family and settling down there. John wished him all the luck in this world, but he would miss Charles very much. "Good night, Charles." "Night."

John sighed softly as he made his way to the front door of his house. He was about to reach for the doorknob when he suddenly paused. Deeply he inhaled as an uncomfortable feeling gripped him. His stomach tightened somewhat painfully. He was very nervous, but in the end he knew he couldn't avoid a possibly awkward conversation with you; but he didn't want to either. Eventually, he quietly entered the house and made his way to the couch, sitting down in front of the fireplace. It was dark in his house, yet his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. John spent the night in the living room. But instead of having a restful sleep, he lay sleepless on the couch, thinking about many things for hours. Eventually, he was so annoyed by it that he went outside and got to work. The first rays of sunshine were just beginning to fall on Beecher's Hope as John scooped water for the animals and also bottled water for the tub. He would desperately need a bath after the long ride and after the morning's activities. "Morning' Charles!" "Good to see you." Charles smiled back at him. He had already set up a small campfire, and was brewing fresh coffee. "I'll help you clean out the barn in a minute, John." "No pressure, Charles." Charles could tell by the look on young Marston's face that he hadn't been sleeping. Something seemed to be bothering him. "What's on your mind, John?" John was a little surprised when Charles asked him about his well-being. Was it so obvious that something was bothering him? "Can't fool you, huh?" A soft laugh escaped John, then he sighed and joined Charles at the campfire. "I'm worried about Y/N." "Oh, okay." "Yeah, she was so upset when I went off to hunt Micah. She was crying, begging me not to go. But I… I couldn't give her any consideration." Charles listened very carefully, but kept his eyes on the coffee pot to make sure nothing boiled over. "Micah got what he deserved. But I can also understand why Y/N wasn't thrilled about your trip." John sighed, running his hand over his face. "Shit…"

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You woke up the first time the cock started crowing. It was so loud, you couldn't help but hear it. But that was your morning routine. You had slept quite deeply. Lavender must have brought some miraculous effects. You really needed it. As you sat up and stretched your body, you could make out sounds that were coming from outside. You paused, trying to listen, but you couldn't make out any voices. So you got up, put on your fine robe and went outside. You could only guess it was John, and you hoped it was him. And when you saw him sitting by the campfire, together with Charles, you were so infinitely relieved but your legs did not move from the spot. There was still great disappointment and anger inside you about him. You were hurt; of course you were happy to see them well but it could have gone differently. Charles noticed you first and then gently nudged John to get your attention. John immediately turned in your direction, rose from his seat and looked over at you. Silently, Charles watched the whole thing, feeling it was an awkward moment. Neither of you made a move until John broke the silence. "Darlin' I'm back…" A small smile crept onto his lips, but faded when he saw your serious expression. You had your arms crossed, just looking at him silently, and John saw how hurt you still were. "Y/N?" You just turned away and moved back into the house. John could hardly believe what had happened. Not even a simple smile? He had expected that you wouldn't hug him. But would you react so coldly? That hurt John. Weren't you happy to see him? Sighing, he ran his hand over his face, swearing softly. "Fuck…"

Two days passed and you avoided John, but at least you talked to him, even if the communication between you was cold and very lacking in words. John was getting fed up with this. He had tried to approach you often enough, but you had refused to pay him any attention.

At dinner there was again an icy silence between you. You barely touched your food while John finished his plate. It had been a hard day's work and he was grateful for this savory meal. "Would you like some coffee?" you asked as you rose from the table to place the plates away. "No," John replied simply. Sighing softly, he tapped his fingers on the table, looking at you, all tense. A few minutes passed. Silently, he watched you do the dishes. It was finally enough! "For God’s sake, Y/N! How long are you going to play this game?" Closing your eyes for a moment, you paused in your movement. You would listen to what he had to say. Maybe he was finally sorry for leaving you. You had your pride, too, because until now you had always given in when you had argued. "At least look at me, Y/N!" John suddenly stood behind you, spun you around to face him, and held your shoulders so he could look you in the eye. "What the hell is wrong with you? You don't seem happy at all that I'm back! Tell me…" Oh no, you wouldn't let him get away with that statement, but you let him finish speaking. Your heart started pounding like crazy and you got nervous. This was going to turn into a big fight. "Should I have stayed up there, huh? Would you have preferred not to have to bear seeing my face anymore? Say something, Y/N!" He got louder, causing you to flinch slightly. You broke free of his grip, tears welling up in your eyes. "Do you really think that, John?" "What am I supposed to think, Y/N?! For Christ sake! You've been avoiding me since I got here. You keep rejecting me, don't even let me touch you anymore!" There had to be another reason for your state of mind. Suddenly John paused, his eyes narrowed, looking at you closely. "Have you met another man?"

His voice was dark, dripping only with contempt. You were so shocked by his words that you couldn't answer at first. Did he really believe that? "How… dare you, John?", your voice was just a whisper. Shaking your head you look at him, still having to process his words. "Tell me, Y/N! Did you spread your legs for another man?!" He grabbed your arms again and for the first time in your relationship with John, you feared him. Nonetheless, you reached out with your hand and gave him a hard slap. Your tears could no longer be held back and John seemed to have immediately realized that he had gone too far. Reminding himself to calm down, he ran his hand over his face, sighing softly. "I… I'm… I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry. I don't know what… what got into me." "I am so angry with you! You made me beg! I begged you not to go! But what did you do? You put everything you have at risk!" There was so much pain, so much suffering in your voice, and John could now see the full measure of his selfishness. Now, admittedly, you hadn't been fair to him either. "That beast is dead now, yes! But has that brought the others back to life? Arthur, Molly, or Hosea? Young Lenny and Sean! Susan! They're still dead!" You gestured wildly, beside yourself. Everything you had bottled up in the last weeks, months and years, burst out of you. Dutch van der Linde was also to blame for everything. Micah could not be held responsible for every death. "They're deep under the earth!" you said loudly, pointing your finger at the ground. "Dead! Eaten to pieces by the maggots! None of them left, John!" "Y/N…" John had never seen you so hurt before. He was beginning to realize just how much you had suffered over the past few years. "And I don’t want you to end up the same way they did John! Everything we had worked hard for, you risked throwing away!" "I'm sorry Y/N…" "You're an asshole!" you shouted, hitting his chest as tears ran down your reddened cheeks. John allowed you to hit him a few times, because you should let your anger run free. The first step to healing. "I thought I would never see you again! I was miserable, John! Do you understand?! I hate you!" This time he grabbed your wrists and made you stop. Eventually you gave it up too and leaned out to him, whereupon John wrapped his arms around you and held you close. "Forgive me…" The slight trembling of your body was immediately noticed by John, whereupon his heart started beating wildly. He really hadn't been aware of hurting you like that. You just wanted to live a normal life. Far away from the life of outlaws. Away from violence! You could have it all. Here, at Beecher's Hope. John embraced your delicate face that seemed so fragile in his hands. But his touch was so gentle. He looked at you, his cheeks wet, for he too had stopped holding back his tears. "It's finally over, Y/N. And I can live the life I want for us. Without being afraid of old ghosts haunting us." "John…" Even though he could never banish Arthur from his heart. His brother who had done everything he could to give his family a better life. John kissed you; deeply and intimately. Savoring every moment, wrapping your arms around his neck.

A life full of hope was waiting for you and John. You just have to keep your eyes open and reach for the little things. And little by little, something big comes out of it.

#john marston #rdr2 #female reader #y/n reader #john marston x y/n #angst #romance #fluff #comfort #van der linde gang

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Can we have a list of upcoming stories?

Yes!!! Right now these are the ones just off the top of my head cause I’m in a car on the way to dinner.

Jacob Lee x Wife!Reader {The Callisto Protocol fic }

Freyr fic where the reader saves him.

Tis the seasons prompts

Salim x reader fic where Salim protects the reader from Merwin.

Thor x Gaint!reader where Thor betrays Odin to be with the reader.

Krato’s x reader where the Reader goes to Freyr for help

John Price x Reader where he takes the reader fishing and it’s honestly the cutest thing.

Tyr smut fic

Winston Deavor { incredible a fic }

Thorfinn x ghost!reader

Philip Graves smut

141 Task force prompts { hc’s and things with the boys }

William Pierson fic

Adler x bell! Reader smut

Charles { The Devil within me fic }

Atreus x reader

These are the ones I just remember off the top of my head

[quizzyisdone]

The Color Red (Preview)

A/N: Hi!! Here I am with an excerpt of a fic series I have planned but will probably never finish nor post about again! This is from the first chapter of a Hudson x Bell fic!!

Warnings: Mentions of handcuffs, references to MK Ultra under the cut, spoilers to the events prior to the beginning of Black Ops: Cold War

Hudson snapped near her ear, and she was awake. He glanced at her eyes, noting how terrified they appeared. 

“Can you walk?” He spoke gruffly. The girl nodded, unsure and slow. Gingerly, she gripped at the arm rests, using it to leverage herself up. This was the most silence he’d ever heard from her, normally she always had some profanity to spew at whoever woke her up from the sessions. This was a degree of success Hudson did not expect.

Slowly and a bit unsteadily, she began to walk towards the door leading to the hallway where she knew by now she’d find her cell. Hudson placed a hand on his holster and the other ghosting at the small of her back -- not quite touching, but she most definitely knew it was there. The girl liked this one more than the others, he seemed just a tad bit kinder than the rest.

Her walk was rather sedate, more akin to the undead than a real person, and the need for handcuffs just days ago was no longer there. Adler had broken her enough to where she just wouldn’t fight back anymore.

#jason hudson #hudson x bell #bocw #bo #bo2 #black ops cold war #black ops #black ops 2 #russell adler #quizzy writes

[onlycodcanjudgeme]

Fic Exchange Friday

Over the past week, you’ve sent us your highlights of fics to show off, and looked forward to reading and reviewing new fics buried deep in the pile of the Cal of Duty fanfic archives. And we have made it our mission to collect and compile them all for your convenience. Now—the moment you have all been waiting for!

Drumroll… 🥁 🪘

The Big Fic Exchange Friday!

available to you by OnlyCODCanJudgeMe

Thank you to everyone who participated in this experimental event! We hope you'll find some new fics to fall in love with, and we’d love to hear if you’re interested in seeing this event again in the future!

Without further ado: please enjoy our masterlist of fanfics galore!

@alidravana

Wednesday Pick Me Up — When the Green Team takes over running the coffee canteen at the Santa Monica base, a particular blonde barista catches Keegan’s eye…and maybe his heart. We Break So Beautiful — An exploration of the importance of touch in Mitchell's and Gideon's continuously evolving relationship. Partners in Crime — AKA 3+1 times Logan was completely oblivious, and the one time even he couldn’t miss the signs in front of him. Waiting on that Morning Sun — While Keegan lays wide awake at night, Logan wrapped around him like a cuddly octopus, he reflects on the changes in his life since Logan Walker appeared in it. The Sky Burns Red — Against all odds, Roach and Ghost make it out of the pit.

@mikk1n

The Plagued Capital — After his death in Prague, Soap MacTavish wakes up in a city both alien and familiar. He stumbles across a pub and a conspiracy. Watered Elixir — Plague breaks out on a ship bound for Karnaca. As luck would have it, Makarov falls ill.

@samatedeansbroccoli

Scale of Fear — Verdansk saw a dragon, but Woods only saw a man in pain. Dragon!Adler x Woods. Shabbat Meal — Having taken up a job as a Death Row cook, Lazar talks to Sims about the past. Tili Tili Bom — After Solovetsky, Belikov ensures Bell gets the best care away from prying CIA eyes. Belikov/Bell if you squint. Together — When the odds are stacked against him, Édouard Conteau finds an unlikely ally to help him out. Ghost/Templar if you squint.

@samithemunchkin

I had a thousand bad times, so what’s another time to me? — Mitchell knew, deep down, that in his situation none of that mattered. He was about as unfit for duty as a toddler. Or, the beginning of fics following Mitchell and Gideon's life after the fall of Atlas

@satan-incarnate-666

Fall Into the Sky — A set of angsty Modern Warfare Two oneshots!! i can't believe how far we have come — A feel-good 141-shot (get it? im hilarious really) with lots of found family fun!! I'm Almost Me Again, She's Almost You — Mason/Woods post-Black Ops One angst ft. baby David and Mrs. Mason!! Hold On, My Dear, I'm Coming Home — Post-canon hurt/comfort for the Modern Warfare 2019 ensemble!! Heaven And Hell Were Words To Me — MW2 But They're A Bunch Of Immortals au!! Features Ghost/Roach/Soap; Currently on hiatus but I'm writing for it again!!

@tokillamockingbird427

Placeholder — A "What if..?" scenario set in the COD: Ghosts universe where Rorke, the antagonist of the cannon uni, and Elias, the protagonist's father, are swapped. Results in many interesting and tear jerking hijinks. (The "What if..?" being: "What if Elias was the one to fall instead of Rorke?").

@weavergrigori

Operation Greenlight, Redlight — Takes place after the duga ending, in a timeline where things can somehow get far worse than just nukes in europe. It's heavily zombies focused but has a strong link to the bo1 and bocw campaign !

#call of duty #modern warfare #black ops #ghosts #call of duty ghosts #mw2 #BOCW #black ops Cold War #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 3 #MW3 #fanfiction #mw19 #modern warfare 2019 #advanced warfare #black ops 1 #black ops 2 #BO1 #BO2 #call of duty mobile #CODM #fanfic exchange week cod

[pricescigar]

PricesCigar's Requested Writings

All requested writings here, example of my works, how I write. And how you delve into my stories, happy reading!

Anton Volkov HC's - Adlerboi

Crazy for you - xundeadqueenx

Alex Mason NSFW HC's - smokeywhalee

Eleazar 'Lazar' Azoulay NSFW HC's - smokeywhalee

Perseus NSFW HC's - asaltryefl

Arash Kadivar HC's - mikarox

Vikhor Kuzmin HC's - tolovaj

Russell Adler NSFW HC's - joyfulpolicehologram

"Please don't leave me." - frankwoodsmalewife

"I'll always be here for you, till the end of time." - frankwoodsmalewife

Young!Perseus NSFW HC's - Anon

Hopelessly Devoted - smokeywhalee

We'll meet again - rapierblack

Naga X M!Bell - justagenderfluidstuff

Lev Kravchenko Platonic HC's - justagenderfluidstuff

Anton Volkov NSFW HC'S - adlerboi

Igno Beck x Alina - sclvixtcxnnxcticn

Harry Stone Lover HC's - knight-of-thesun

Perseus x WOC Reader - gurlbye-1

The Volkov family HC's- adlerboi

Lev Kravchenko Soft NSFW HC's - justagenderfluidstuff

Perseus & Lofeska - sclvixtcxnnxcticn

How Volkov treats his wife HC's - adlerboi

In a relationship with Perseus HC's - justagenderfluidstuff

Soap, Ghost and Gaz's s/o HC's - spookirain

Yandere Platonic TF141 HC's - emtynessinmyworld

Badass Y/N HC's - emtynessinmyworld

The terrifying Individual of TF141 - emtynessinmyworld

Gaining Wesker's attention - moonlight-sonata-1

Vampire!Wesker X Spanish Native F!Reader - weird-angel-blog

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick HC'S - angelsarewatching

William Birkin HC'S - adlerboi

Alejandro Vargas X Chubby F!Reader - shadofireshinobi

Lev Kravchenko asking you out on a date HC's - justagenderfluidstuff

#call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #cod mw #cod modern warfare #pricescigar #brooke's requested writings

[darlingor]

I’m literally writing chapter 6 of Long Past Dawn rn and y’all are in for a SHOCK. Oh my God I’m actually giddy about it. Send help.

#call of duty #russell adler #long past dawn #black ops cold war #ghost!bell x adler #ghost bell

[yourlocalqreator]

Masterlist

Call Of Duty

Hailey “Rose” Quinn

Paired with Simon “Ghost” Riley HER CONCEPT ART WIP

Fluff

Golden hour

Pink Roses Valentines Special

Isabella “Bell” Beaufort

Paired up with Russel Adler

Montgomery "Danger" Russo

Sofia “Berlin” Lopez

Coming Soon

Antonio “Pheniox” Castro Jr

Malakye “Kerosine” Dagler

All Playlist

Ghost X Rose

Bell X Adler

Rose’s Playlist

Isabella’s Playlist

Monty’s playlist

AU Stories

Call Of Duty: Deaths Mission

Book Cover and Plot

Prologue Chapter 1

Formula 1/2/3/4

Formula 1

Flora Castellanos

Paired up with Sergio Checo Perez Mendoza

Fluff

A New Driver

All Playlist

Flora Castellanos playlist

AU Stories

Bloody Domination

Belladonna

Highway To Oblivian

Assassin's Creed

Amara Khaldun

Paired Up With Bayek Of Siwa

All Stories

First Encounter

Saw

Taylor Jay Saider

Paired up with Lawrence Gordon

Top Gun Maverick

Azela "Acrobat" Varda

FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME OR IF YOU WANT TO RP

OR ASK ABOUT MY OCS

OR MAYBE JUST WANT TO TALK CAUSE IM BORED

No Mean Stuff

#call of duty #ocs #assassins creed oc #top gun oc #f1 #saw oc #enjoy your stay

[writer-of-various]

Heads Up!

So I have reblogged some (a lot) prompts and sentence starters and in case any of you were wondering, I am doing requests for the following:

Want You, Rudy

DBD Shots ‐ Leon S. Kennedy

[One of my] OC x reader or ship (ex. Bell/Adler, Amanda/Ghost, Nancy/You)

I will update this if I am accepting requests for other topics but so far it's these ones. I will keep you all updated on Want You, Rudy and I will also try converting shorts from my ao3 to here.

As always, feel free to request and I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day/night!

#my ocs #ships #heads up luvs #fanfics #cod bell #oc bells #alejandro x rodolfo

[blastikmusik]

sunny side down 615

Duck Lake - Beach Song Blonde Redhead - Before Harmony - Good Things Take Time ZAHN - IDYLLE Laura Groves - D 4 N Lush - Last Night yeule - ghosts Sea Glass & Sky Adler - Lay Back Cathedral Bells x Beach Vacation - Blurred Out Turnstile & BADBADNOTGOOD - Mystery Slowdive - the slab Lush - Monochrome url - high life Princess Chelsea - Everything Is Going To Be Alright (Live Outside Pitt Street Church, Auckland) Stevie Zita - Gengar

#music #dream pop #dreampop #shoegaze #bedroompop #bedroom pop #postpunk #post punk #mixtape #mixtapes

[animefreak1145]

For Whom the Bell Tolls(Adler x Bell!Reader)

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Chapter 3| How Little We Know of What There is To Know

Chapter Summary:

Pretending and being numb is the key.

Yet Adler always manages to bring some emotion out of you.

Cold War Reset AU| Undertale Reset AU

Warnings: Torture, Brainwashing, Manipulation, Possible Non-Con/Dub-Con, Trauma

A/N: Where pineapple is the nectar of the gods and scars are lightning.

“Bell”

Second Life

23:09 | February 25, 1981

CIA SAFEHOUSE E9, “DIE LANDEBAHN”

You rubbed your dry eyes as you stared at your notes all over the desk you’ve chosen as your little corner, the large bulky computer taking up space but you’ve made do by moving the brick that is the keyboard as much as you could off to the side. Your papers held inks of different colors—although they were only red, blue, and black and yellow highlights—and you had a stack of folders behind the computer that were from the CIA and MI6 archives. You had Kraus’ ledger off to your side, headphones on top of it for you to hear the audio of U.S. cities and numbers. Your fourth mug of coffee of the day was already gone and you would grab another just to enjoy the warm liquid to go down your throat instead of the caffeine itself, you were always one of late night’s either way.

The safehouse was quiet outside the hum of the generator and the lights above. Most of the crew gone. Outside of your absent tapping of a pen against your messy notes and the white of a nearby fan for extra circulation, the main open area of the safehouse was a desert.

If you focused deeply, you can hear mumbles and murmurs that you can’t make out coming from the office. Adler has been in there for awhile talking over the phone. To who, you don’t know but you have your suspicions. You just hope the subject is not about you being suspicious—the talk on the roof was a slight on your part earlier.

You truly don’t know what came over you. But you need to watch your mouth and expressions. Adler is perceptive, deadly and ever watchful of a person’s micro expressions and body language.

You can’t mess up.

A shot rings. And a heart splinters.

“It was never personal.”

You really can’t.

Which is why, you have been focused solely on decoding the entire day. Your eyes scanning and assessing the acquired Intel from the Volkov mission for Operation Chaos and Operation Red Circus. You have the knowledge on how to solve them but you are lacking needed Intel to help finish Operation Red Circus.

Operation Chaos was tricky. With two pieces of evidence outside of the newspaper, it being the audio log and the paper that had the coded message. Earlier in the morning, you wrote down all the possible numbers the missing parts of the code be—trying to find the pattern in the set of red and blue numbers. You were writing down the possibilities, your paper looking chaotic with arrows and numbers and cities that could coincide with said numbers.

After the quick checkup of your head with Adler, all firm and gentle touches with you keeping your eyes to the side or down as he fulfilled why he got the alias Doc—treatments of gun wounds and cuts to bayonets, complete trust he’ll take care of you as he would lecture or tighten a bandage a tad too tight in reprimand due to a reckless action—and kept quiet as he did so outside of a soft yes or no when he asked  about the pain, you moved to go to work. Ignoring the feel of his gaze on you as you did so. Park coming to your desk after you moved your stuff from the center table to your chosen corner to begin, papers already everywhere and scattered as you tried to organize it in a manner you could only understand, a mug close to her mouth and a cocked brow at the mess.

“There’s a way to keep it a bit more clean and less like a junk pile,” the British woman said, amused as you made a distracted sound, squinting at the coded language in your hand as papers rustled. “And when I gave you my advice, I didn’t think you would take it so seriously. There’s a better desk you could’ve chosen as your own, Bell.”

You blinked, giving Park a confused look.

“Advice?”

Park making an obvious glance to the center table in front of the evidence board, you automatically following it. Only to turn back to your paper once you noticed Adler’s form by the table, cigarette in his hand as he stared down at his own files.

"From one woman to another, give him a wide berth."

“. . . I just needed some space to focus. I’m sure Adler wouldn’t like all my papers everywhere around him either way.” You could still feel the ghost of his touch on your head and your hand. You wanted to erase it. “But I don’t mind staying close just in case. Easier to hand things to you or him whenever I’m done.”

“Someone sounds confident,” Park commented with a sip of her coffee, making your own lips twitch for a moment as you replied that you are the best as you moved some papers around. Than, in a quiet murmur with a quick dart back to Adler’s direction, “Distractions are best to be avoided. . .”

“What was that?” You asked, placing everything in a pile as well trying to keep some of them up by leaning the papers on the computer screen and failing as they slid down. You heard Park release an exasperated humored huff through her nose just as you heard her step away only for you to have a black leather gloved hand in your face with sticky notes. “What is. . .”

“Oh come now. I am sure it’d be easier if you used these. Make sense of this chaos. I guess there is some fact of what people say about geniuses and their rooms,” she motioned the sticky note pad again as you stared at it. The papers were yellow but new. Unused, outside of a crinkle at an edge.

“Where am I?”

“Who am I?”

“What is happening?”

“Why can’t you remember?”

“D o  y o u  h e a r  i t ? ”

“Who is Perseus?”

“Tell me who I am!”

Blood forms the words, as if with a finger.

“They want to kill you.”

“Make it stop.”

“MK”

Words pressed on the page, over and over and over with harsh penmanship and you don’t understand what’s happening. What is this room? And that man. . .  Why does it hurt? Is this helping Russell?

Pain

           Pain          Pain              боль

                    боль

   Pain                                         Pain

              боль

Pain        Pain                   Pain

          Pain         Pain    Pain                

боль                                                              боль

It hurts.

GlockeGlockeGlockeG̷̟̩͙̏͌ḽ̸̊̿o̵̦̓͝c̵̭̯̊́ḱ̷̛̼͌͊e—

You turned away back to your papers, jaw tight.

“I’m good. Sticky notes can be a pain. Thank you, Park.” Park lowered her hand, giving you a questioning stare in the back of your head. You sighed, turning your head over your lowered shoulders. “I’m going to try to finish this today but I think I’m missing a few pieces of Intel. You can give me other things to decode for MI6 in the meanwhile.”

Park frowned delicately, lowering her mug.

“That sounds like a hefty workload. And I believe it would be best if we put all our focus into Perseus for now.”

No. You have to be useful.

“It’ll be fine,” you say, searching for a paper and giving it to her while Park grabbed it. “I solved that part of the code already. The other intel we got from Kraus, I’m going to need more information in order to figure out who exactly can be Strong Man, Bearded Lady, and the Juggler. I can’t go forward with that so might as well help with other codes you guys may have trouble with. What did you imply?” You ask with faux curiosity, your lips twitching up before falling as you wrote something down. “That I’m a genius?”

“Smartarse.” Park retorted, although she seemed to still hesitate but eventually she gave you three files where they seemed to be having trouble. You getting to work immediately to help as Park walked away and you hearing later on Park and Adler head to the office.

You did your best to not think too much of it. You have to keep at your work and make sure you’re capable and on task. You rather not get jabbed.

“We got a job to do.”

And although it might be inevitable, you would rather not have those words said to you as well. Even if it didn’t seem to have the same affect as before, the feeling and how your thoughts seemed to blur came back. Being aware you moved like a puppet and were one all along is not what you would like to focus on.

After you finished two of MI6’s files—had to do with KGB and how interesting they would use some quotes of Oscar Wilde’s 1984 hidden in the code as if the man was in support of communism with the work—with a hum mixed with impressed and curiosity from Park as she looked at the solved papers, your nose twitched at the scent of smoke and leather as you worked on the last MI6 folder.

“Stealing away my protege, Park?” Your hand around the pen paused before continuing, a plume of grey gathering above you. “And here I thought we have an equal partnership when it comes to this whole Perseus business. At least tell me you’re not wasting her time?”

“I wouldn’t call it stealing if she’s willing,” Park easily replied before handing him the two files to look over that you did, Adler scanning through it as she continued. “And it still has to do with our red friends. You sure are quick with the ball, Bell.”

“It’s nothing,” you say quietly, “Can’t exactly go forward so might as well help you with other codes that others can’t solve. Just send anymore my way. You too, sir.”

Adler made a distant hum, closing the files and handing it back to Park. You felt his stare at the back of your neck as you stared at the paper in front of you that might as well be nonsense since you sensed him.

Look at him, pup.

“If you wanted a more exciting challenge Bell, you could’ve asked. Always the type to leave no stone unturned and show off.”

“‘More exciting challenge’?” Park repeated, “Think MI6 codes are all flowers and rainbows compared to those in the CIA, Adler? I believe I recall that it was only Bell that could be able to solve the dossier instead of anyone else within your organization.”

Yeah, cause you brainwashed me, you thought bitterly but the two kept going as you could only sit in between. Nice to have to be a witness between these two again.

“Bell is the best CIA decoder we have,” you tightened your jaw in surprise instead of to tense when his hand landed on your shoulder, a gentle squeeze—in comfort, in belief, in trust, in camaraderie, in everything but what you wanted and what you needed, in order to control— as you lowered the paper in your hand. “As well as having a wide range of other skills. You think I would just call in any brain dead desk sitter for this operation?”

You could see in your mind’s eye how dizzy you would get before due to all this praise. Now, you just do your best to press your lips as your chest tightened.

You felt Park shift behind you, her looking at you in appraisal.

“You are one of a kind, Bell. Shame you were born in the wrong country. Having to have Adler here as your superior.”

You huffed through your nose in dry amusement at that. Irony not lost on you.

What a curse indeed.

You turned in your chair finally, lips quirked that didn’t quite meet your eyes as you pointed your thumb towards Adler.

“You should’ve seen him in ‘Nam if you think he’s bad now. Always with the lectures.”

You felt Adler release you, watching as he took an inhale as he did a small shrug in disinterest.

“You can be stubborn, Bell. If I couldn’t beat it out of you, I’ll talk it out of you.” You looked up and you could sense his eyes looking down at you behind those shades. “Although I feel like sometimes I’m wasting my breath. Your recklessness borders on insanity.”

“I think I can see why they put the both of you together than,” Park said, brow arched towards Adler and a certain look in her eyes towards him you couldn’t quite read. It looked like a warning. But what could that look be for? “Insanity breeds insanity as they say.”

They left you after that, you waving off Adler asking if you need a break. He took that as the okay to bring you CIA files for you to decode. Seems he has no trouble using you dry if you’re going to insist on it. Despite that, you took them and you were able to solve three.

Park came back towards your desk and saying you could have a break, again, you waved her off. As well as her concern you wouldn’t want to read into—is it real for you and your body, or is some sort of guilt that perhaps they gave you a strong dose for the memory exercise and you’re running on steam, is it fake or real, don’t break the puppet- so you didn’t. You telling Lazar the food you wish and him dropping it by your desk with his own comment that your brain might fall out and you saying you’ll be fine, even threw in a small joke that with his food your brain will be well nourished. Outside of your favorite brand of pumpkin seeds of course. Sims only made a stray comment about the stacks on your desk, getting tall as the day went on and turned to night. You don’t recall if you said something back. You probably did, Sims was always distant—you have trauma that’s not even real and have the gall to have some nightmares about it when he actually went through that horrible war and sees a therapist for it, you don’t know the war—so you would take what you would get.

Everyone eventually shuffled out, Park—her brows looking creased and a purse to her lips—back to the side of your desk before she left and saying you should rest and leave the rest tomorrow.

“I’ll finish the rest today,” you replied, resolute and determined as you wrote the next possible code from this possible radio station an ally of Perseus may be using. “No rest for the wicked. As they say,” you threw out additionally, an echo of her words earlier which made Park raise her brows. “It’s fine. Once I start something, I have to see it through. It helps I can be patient when it counts—at least with this.”

“You seem to take it literally. You’ve been at it since early this morning. You only moved I believe when Lazar brought your food and to use the washroom.” Once you shrugged and said that seems normal to do and you’re fine with that, you heard Park’s tone grow stronger in reprimand. “Yes, you’re fine. Tell me, is Adler stopping you from taking breaks?”

You stopped, looking at Park and her irritated expression.

“No. . . No, it’s just me.” So none of you stick me with that dreadful drug and dig around my brain. So I can show all of you I don’t need it—that you don’t need to do that. That I’m useful and more than an asset. Unneeded assets get thrown away. “I just—just don’t want to disappoint.”

"Disappoint? You've exceeded expectations at every turn, Bell. Disappoint who?"

You didn’t answer, only turned back around and continued with your pen. You heard Park mutter a curse before walking out, giving you a pat to your back and tell you you’re driving back with Adler than since he’s determined to work as well before leaving. Your eyes round down to your desk.

You’ll be alone together with him again.

You took a shaky breath, focusing on the paper in front of you.

You’ll be fine. Just keep what you’ve been doing. Pretend everything is okay.

Pretend his concern—the touch on your shoulders burned as he shook you, as if to erase your dark thoughts out of you, lifting you up with his hand easily with words of a concerned reliable friend commanding officer—is real. And his kindness—why did they save you, you’re useless, what use is an untrained dog—is real too.

Just don’t question it. You’ll go mad.

Mind your tongue as well—control yourself. You used to tease before with faux confidence when the both of you bantered, but you have to watch your spiteful and petty comments. You really don’t want him to give you a dose.

But if you feel like the path is leading you there, you have a way to get at least a semblance of control back.

Puppets don’t control the puppeteer.

“Bell.” You turned in attention, Adler by the center table as he motioned his head towards the garage door, cigarette in hand. “Time to go.”

You nodded once, getting up after fixing up your desk a bit. Grabbing your beanie turned ski mask and placing it back on your head instead of your face and walked over obediently as the both of you walked out through the side door.

Good dogs come when they listen.

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“Come on, you know I hate fruit cake! Just give me your pears, Singer!”

“Sorry, Bell,” Singer grinned, taking a big purposeful spoonful of pears from the can, teeth flashing. “Guess you have to deal with all of that yourself. Too bad you don’t have a connection to those who pass the MCI’s, huh?”

You quietly glared at him with no heat, the act almost making Singer choke on his precious pears that he could’ve given you. The choking action making him spit out some and towards you, you making a noise of disgust as you punched the laughing man harshly to his shoulder as vengeance. It made him wince as the others around the campsite laughed at the two of you—the sun still above and the Vietnam jungle loud with birds and the trees moving against the wind. Although not really a campsite you would say since there no fire. Can’t have any eyes on them to go towards smoke.

‘They know these jungles better than us’ as Adler says.

Speaking of Adler, you turned towards him where he leaned against a thick great Banyan tree local to this country—the trunk thick just like the branches that spiral even to the floor. They were all actually hidden in the alcove of this tree, the space enough for them until they kept going to their destination. A beautiful yet haunting tree with its dark and smooth bark all around. You overheard once by Lee and other South Vietnam soldiers in base that these trees can have spirits inside. Dangerous they said for some of them. You don’t think these ‘spirits’ ever met Adler.

You could see Adler’s lips were up in amusement due to your predicament despite his war paint, raising his brow over his black shades when he noticed your gaze.

Before you even fully lifted your hand with the can of horrendous fruit cake, he shook his head at you, lips going even more into a smile.

“Don’t even try, kid. I fucking hate fruit cake myself,” he adjusted himself against the tree and the gun in his lap. The food of his MCI basically gone outside the crackers and canned pineapple. “Disgusting things. I don’t know who’s bright idea was it to have hard pieces of fruit and dry raisins in cake.”

That’s what you’re saying!

“Please, Adler. I gave you my cigs already, at least give me some of your pineapple?”

Sims laughed beside you, nudging your shoulder with his and shaking his head in disbelief.

“You think Doc is gonna give you some of his golden nectar away? Might as well have asked him to give his cigs along with his lighter.”

“Not happening, Bell.” Adler answered casually, finishing up his crackers and swiping his hands against his pants before moving to the can. “Besides, not like you smoke anyways. The cigs would just sit there pretty in the box if you don’t hand it to me. Unless you want to try to smoke again. It went well last time.”

“Didn’t she choke?” Singer teased around a mocking grin. It made his youthful face boyish and eyes bright. “Almost hacked out a lung didn’t you?”

Larson, who was quiet between Singer and Adler, spoke up. Already finished with his food since he’s been mostly keeping to himself. This is the first official mission he’s had since he got the news. Poor guy.

“I remember that,” Larson said softly, looking towards you and you just took all their teases. You blame Adler. “It was after the drinking game between Butcher and Hamilton. You wanted to see the big deal about why everyone liked the nicotine.”

“Only for Doc to come to the rescue after Bell took one of his cigs,” Sims ended with a shit eating grin. You’ll kill him. “Surprised you’re still here and alive. Not from just avoiding choking on nothing either, but that you took a cig from him.”

“You guys bet that I couldn’t. . .” You muttered with narrowed eyes towards Sims who shushed you.

“What was that?” Adler asked, cocking his head only for Sims and Singer to shake their heads animatedly. Adler hummed doubtfully but dropped it.

“Never mind that! Just—“ You groaned, putting your head on your hands as you still held the can of fruit cake. “You think I can eat this shitty cake? The ‘raisins’,” you said the word doubtfully, “could be actual pieces of shit for all I know. It could explain the taste. And how hard it can be.”

Singer and Sims snorted next to you, on both sides while Larson actually cracked a grin as you raised your head and told them strongly to think about it! Adler shook his head, watching the jungle periodically in the open spaces of the alcove which all of you did to be cautious but the fruit cake debacle must be solved.

You turned your eyes towards Sims, spotting his fruit cocktail. Only for his hand to block it.

“Nope.”

“Come on!” Sims shook his head, opening the can and eating the fruit cocktail and you scowled. “All of you are shitheads. Now I’m gonna have to eat this.”

“Damn straight you do,” Adler reaffirmed, stern yet you could spot he found your curse to all of them, him included, funny based on his arched brows. “No wasting MCI’s. You know the drill, Bell.”

You grunted unhappily at Adler, but you knew he was right. Which is why you wanted to trade in the first place. Food shouldn’t be wasted, no matter how heinous.

You took a spoonful after managing to cut into the hard cake, Sims laughing in your face and you could spot Larson keeping his smile at your disgruntled expression only for it to deepen when you took a bite.

You tried to distract yourself through bites by asking Adler how far away they were from their destination. Adler answering after they reach the next nearest foxhole which is two hours away, it will be another six till they reach where they need to be.

“Hue is a mess right now. With us additional reinforcements, we’re going to aim for stealth and go around and take out as much as we can.” Adler explained as they all attentively listened. They can’t mess up. “We’ve been able to give them a lot of damage last I heard, with one final push of us taking out some of them when they’re scrambling—we’ll consider the Battle of Hue a win. Of course, if there’s more than we can handle, we’ll stick to recon and head back around to tell command at the Hue MACV compound we have there.”

“And the civvies?” Larson asked.

“Don’t shoot ‘em.” Was all Adler said before they all moved to clean up and move on after you and Sims finished up.

You having to force to swallow and chew the cake and packing up the trash. They can’t leave anything else it can be used to track or find them.

Larson, Sims, and Singer were outside the alcove—waiting for you to finish as you smacked your lips as if that could take away the taste in your mouth as you grumbled. You moved to go out where Adler was as he stood by the opening to head out. You spotted something on the ground where he previously sat.

“You left something, sir,” you say, growing near to pick up the can. Huh, it’s not empty.

Adler turned his head over his shoulder, expression questioning.

“Whatcha mean, kid? That’s yours isn’t it?” You frowned, looking down at the can only for your eyes to widen. There was some pieces of pineapple left, a little less than half of the can gone but it’s something. He turned his head back as he muttered. “Don’t expect this to happen again. Not here to spoil you, Bell.”

“Don’t expect you to, sir.”

“Just pick up the trash and move it, kid.”

You grinned, knocking back the can and easily and quickly eating it. The juices spilling down your chin and neck but you didn’t care as you licked your lips. The taste of disgusting shit cake gone.

You packed the can quickly, swiping your chin with the back of your hand as the both of you walked to where the others were.

“Thanks,” you said to him softly.

“For telling you to pick up your trash?” Adler answered easily and you smiled knowingly but let it go.

Such a hard ass.

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The car ride was silent, passing street lights and empty cafe’s whizzing by and enlightening the car for a mere moment before it would be enveloped in darkness once more until the next light comes. You were staring out the window as they passed the streets of Berlin, the sounds of the wiper periodically occurring due to the light rain occurring. Not many people out at this time of night, nearing midnight unless you were a working girl or at the local bar. Some wisps of smoke remained in the car despite Adler on his side having his window slightly open. Your eyes watching as it moved lazily and glancing towards the quiet, relaxed man next to you before you would turn to look back out. Curious to see more of the city besides in the backstreets and being stealthy.

You didn’t see much last night after Volkov, you falling asleep in the car as Park drove you. You were too out of it when they arrived at the hotel, just absentmindedly listening and nodding along to Park’s directions and promptly knocking out once you reached your room on the bed. Only to awake once more at the alarm you or someone else must’ve set early in the morning.

You were focusing on that instead of the last time you were in the car with Adler.

“You’ll like where we’re going. Trust me.”

You took a sneaky glance towards the man once more, just as the man exhaled out a cloud of smoke that you watched. Enraptured in how it moved to and fro lithely, easily as your nose took in the smell before you glanced back at Adler, the side facing you being his ‘good’ side.

You wonder once more of his scar that accentuated this man’s beauty—all harsh lines that created a map that even now you wish to trace. For someone like this to earn the title America’s Monster, all styled wheat hair, suede shades, and an easy, wry tone—it should at least match the title.

Than again, you thought with faltering wax wings and of another—the fall of a devil with none. It was never about his looks was it?

“It’s a small price to pay.”

What does that make you?

“Alright, kid,” he says, taking out of your stupor as you stared fully at the man now. Smoke releasing out his mouth as he spoke, making you lower your gaze to it. “I’ll bite. What do you want to ask me? Must be a juicy question since you keep burning holes to the side of my face.”

Embarrassment colored your face, caught, as you quickly adjusted your gaze to straight ahead and instead watching raindrops going down the windshield.

“It’s nothing.”

“Mmm. For some reason, I can’t believe that. What did I say before?”

You said a lot of things before, you thought with a sad frown. But you knew what he was referring to. Always wants to be the one you tell all your worries and concerns to. Before, you thought it was genuine. Now, you just see it as how it was—a cloak to observe and make sure if your true real memories came or if they needed to give you a dose.

“Your scar,” you began as he tilted his head towards you, hair moving as he did so as he kept his one hand casually to the wheel while the other was leaning against his door. You didn’t get distracted by it. “How’d you get it? There’s a story there.”

“Scar?” He asked in false confusion, still stoic outside of a cocked brow and making your lips twitch up despite yourself. Before motioning with his cigarette hand towards his face. “You mean this? Is it noticeable?” At your unamused huff though your nose, he continued. “Back in ‘73, I was nearly killed by a tiger while on a mission in Malaysia. But human ingenuity still runs the animal kingdom.” He turned his head towards you when they reached a light, his brows rising above his glasses. “You ever been attacked by a tiger, Bell?”

You stared at him in disbelief before releasing a surprised snort. The nerve of this man.

“You’re lying. That’s not from a tiger, it would be worse than that. You and your need to tell stories. . .” You mumbled the last part, you don’t think he heard that.

“Didn’t know you were an expert on tigers, Bell. Got a degree in zoology under your belt that I don’t know about? What makes you think I’m lying?”

“Because—“ That’s not what you said last time. You stopped, a realization going through you. Because of course he’ll lie to you about this too. Worse kind of crowd, your ass. “If you got that from a tiger than I must be a distant cousin of Joseph Stalin.”

“That unbelievable, huh?” He said more than asked, amused at your sarcasm as you looked at him with crossed arms as the car moved once more. “Fine. I’ll give. I jumped on a roof in Calcutta back in ‘75 while chasing a Soviet agent. The jump was successful . . . the landing not so much. Advice: always know where the utility poles are.” At your deadpanned look when he glanced at you, his lips quirked into a humored smirk. “That one didn’t hit the mark for you either? Was it the jump?”

You shook your head, a small groan leaving your lips as you leaned your head against the dashboard.

“Anybody who’s anybody can jump from roof to roof,” you replied, staring at your leather boots—forehead pressed against the dashboard and maintains it there even as they turned or there was a bump. “You know that. Just like you know a utility pole would’ve either choked you or electrocuted you. At least with electrocution it’d be more scars throughout instead of that part of your face.”

“Watch the cockiness, kid.” He reprimanded but than, “You’re right though. Roof jumps the standard when it comes to our work. But you’re really confident that I don’t have any other scars throughout the rest of me. Know something I don’t?” Your eyes darted towards him, wide and as they passed a street light, you noticed he was peering down at you in turn. Your skin burned as you looked away and mumbled no while staring at your very interesting shoes. The man hummed. “How about this. You know what they say about kids falling in with a bad crowd? Let’s just say I fell in with the worst part of a bad crowd. The girl wasn’t worth it, believe me.”

At your silence, he glanced at you.

“What? That’s the one you believe?” You gave a small shrug. When he first told you that, you didn’t ask any more questions. It sounded personal the way he said it. Truthful. Adler always lies. “What makes this one believable? The lack of a specific date or are you a sucker for romance, Bell?”

You threw him a meaningful look up at him. Not feeling the need to say anything. At his arched brow though, you opened your mouth.

“Your ex-wife.”  His brow flattened at that. Something shifting in the air. “Was she worth it?”

A beat. A passing of street lights. The pitter patter of rain against the car.

“A romantic than. . .Never saw you as the type.” At your probing stare and his silence, you turned away. Seeing he won’t answer—too private. You’re a fool to even think he will say the truth at all. “Once.” You blinked, turning your eyes back up and lifting your head in attention as America’s Monster—a secret, a peek through the shades, a hint of something real besides the cold, black abyss, what are you Russell Adler—spoke ever so softly. A sardonic turn of chapped lips. “You can say we had a difference of opinion. Not much to it.”

There was more but you will take what you can get.

You thought of the memories you had, of friends you once believed were your own. Of little moments in beaches and camps and villages when all was calm and not chaotic with smell of burnt bodies or blood or how it feels to stab a bayonet through someone’s chest in defense. You could see them as clearly as any other memory you had. And feel it.

You thought of the poor soldier leaving a war only to get into another one in his home country.

“Larson. . .” you murmured, Adler hearing as he released a dry chuckle.

“Sort of like Larson. The poor bastard.” You watched him take a deep inhale, the cigarette almost a near stub. And you realize when that happens, he’s stressed. As stressed as a man like him could be. You’ve seen him in many moments in Vietnam. Not always the best. You wonder if that was another reason for your death. Adler exhaled a puff before having to throw the cigarette out the window with a flick, putting the window all the way up. “I don’t see why you’re so interested either way. Scars aren’t that impressive. Unless you always had a habit about asking for one’s ugly mug.”

You darted up at his eyes, shaded as they were, trying to sense if he was being serious.

Because he couldn’t be.

Not this man, with strikes of lightning upon his face as if Zeus did it himself. All power. Grace. Strength. Different from your barely functioning wax wings as you struggle to fly. Only able to watch and hope a falling demon crashes to its death—all harsh and slow.

What are you, Russell Adler?

Perhaps he is Zeus himself.

Perhaps how Adler got his scar was harsh retribution to control lightning, his scars even mimic those powerful strikes across his face. All strength. And all beauty. Those who survived struck by lightning always have the most beautiful marks upon their skin indicating their survival—you are selfishly bias though. Even now, you admit with self-loathing. The rougher marks on his face is all grace and you could wonder how he truly got it instead of fantasizing him as a God Of Lightning who mistook his own power upon his face.

It would only make sense. Both beautiful men, although you’ve never met the Greek God.

They both also have a habit of hurting women.

He’s all of that, while you could only hope with your squeaky levers and ropes and feathered wax can go up to said Mount Olympus where he was. A naïveté where you think you’re close with tired and sore arms only to be burnt away. A free fall down to the abyss.

Good pups stay in their place.

“You’re joking.” You accuse seriously as you stared up at him, your head against the dashboard but tilted slightly in his direction.

Adler tilted his head down slightly to stare down at you, a brow arched at your look.

“About?”

You didn’t say anything.

Just meaningfully looked up at him through your lashes, staring at his jaw that was strong as if Michaelengelo carefully carved it himself with minute details with his trusted mallet and chisel until dawn with a candle on his head due to determined ingenuity. Observing how the collar of his shirt did not do a good job in hiding his neck, his favorite jacket failing in that too so you could take it in. Not one strand was mussed or out of place on his head, all volume and thickness as your gloved hand twitched by your knee.

You than met the shades, in turn meeting his eyes as your heart seemed to pound as he stared down at you back. A look passing through his eyes too quick for you to catch, besides what you saw in your peripherals. The hand on the wheel tightening an iota as the air shifted to something heavier, blood pumping as your mind thought of reasons as to why which you pushed away. Impossible.

You licked your dry lips nervously, Adler’s expression seeming to tense when his eyes followed the action. You turned away, looking back down except to play with the ends of your gloves, neck hot and spreading.

You still felt his stare before he focused back onto the road.

They didn’t speak the rest of the ride.

Foolish dog should mind their eyes.

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You couldn’t sleep much when you reached your room, another floor to Adler’s and near Park’s, and not just due to how you were more one with the night.

You opened Pandora’s Box—something forbidden coming out into the world as you thought back to the meaningful stare between you and Adler in the car. That even the thought makes your heart pound once more. Your brain further muddling and melting away the more you spend time alone with that man. Whether in being caught in his pace or just the mere thought of what he’s done.

Although, you suppose you already opened a Pandora’s Box. Possibly even darker than the one you discovered.

If the monster in man’s skin was Zeus—he created the box in the first place. Except he wished to hide it from you and keep you willfully ignorant instead of tease you to release envy and greed and disease out in the world. You managed to open it—and it was none of those things, it was cruel and inhumane to you all the same.

Take this needle and follow the story, do the trick.

If only that box stayed close.

Zeus always did like to confuse.

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You let out a heavy sigh, hand mussing your hair harshly as you chewed your lips, staring at the paper on the center table of the safehouse.

“Having trouble?”

You slightly jumped as Adler, who was quiet in the seat across and to the side of you, spoke. Looking mildly curious at all the papers on your side of the table before taking a small puff. You sighed, looking back down at the paper in slight frustration.

“Just a little. Whoever made this code created a difficult to encrypt language. I have some of the numbers though already, it’s just the rest. I’ve never seen such an elaborate one before. . .” You said in thought as you tapped your pen against the paper. “I have to say, it’s impressive.”

Adler hummed idly, taking note of your words.

“Perhaps you need a sort of incentive.”

You moved your eyes up in confusion, wondering what that could mean. Only to stop once you noticed what was in his opposite hand not holding his precious cigarette.

It was a picture—a polaroid specifically. But not just any one. You stared at your oldest friend in the picture, taken on the rooftops in East Berlin, his face tilted down and a level of focus and calm as he stared down below in his crouched position. The lights behind him giving him an ethereal glow, a mix of white, red, and blue as those shades on his face gave a little glint due to it.

You reached a hand to see it better only for Adler to click his tongue, taking the picture back closer to him with a shake of his head.

“Sorry, kid. Can’t exactly be incentive if I gave it to you easily like that. You seem eager though.” Adler arched a brow at you. “Any reason as to why?”

Your cheeks prickle as you cursed in your mind. Why didn’t you get the film from the red room or Park yourself? You thought of a T.V. turning on it’s own, flashbacks to what happened in Vietnam on the screen, the memory sobering you up. You still. . .haven’t told Adler about that. He’ll call you soft and put you solely in the safehouse with no more field missions. You hate his disappointment. Still though, you recall you were determined to get it. A quick in and out but than. . . something? Something. . . happened?

At your brows furrowing deeply, Adler’s own brows furrowed and you answered his silent question as you touched your head.

“Sorry. . . That coma I woke up from still has done a number on me.”

“You did get shot twice, Bell. You have issues with always trying to push me out the way, even back in ‘Nam.” You smiled at his tease. You did have a protective streak. But only for certain people—even if you knew Adler could handle himself, you would do what you must for him if he told you an order. Or even go against it if it involved him doing something stupid like a sacrificial mission. You’d follow him anywhere. “Don’t think too much on it. I’m sure the rest of your memories will come back soon enough.  Just remember in the end that mission was a success.”

“Whatever it takes, sir.” You said, a phrase that he spoke often back in the war. Which you would repeat. You would always do what you must.

Adler’s expression shadowed as he nodded once.

“Whatever it takes,” he glanced at the polaroid in his hand, it facing him as he seemed to stare in thought before turning his gaze towards you. Your expression curious as you wondered what he was thinking before he turned the picture back towards you, brow up inquisitively. “Well, Bell? Don’t think you’re going to dodge the question as to why you want this? I went through a bit of trouble to let Park let me have it. She’s stubborn when she wants to be.”

You slightly scowled at him, feeling the blush once more.

You hated when he did that blasted rhyme!

You also had a sense there was more to him asking Park but you were too busy trying to defend yourself. Not think about their daily quiet pissing match.

“I like taking pictures. It’s an art form. Every artist would like to have their own paintings,” you said, tone even and you wanted to pat yourself in the back for that.

Adler rose both his brows now.

“Really?” The way he said it made it seem he doubted you. “Not a photographer. Was never really interested in art either so maybe that’s why I can’t relate. Still. It’s a good picture, my good side and all. Can see why you would want it.”

You restrained yourself from saying what you wanted like last time. That basically you would want that picture even if it was on his scarred side.

“It had good lighting.” You added as Adler stared at his picture, cigarette being held in his lips. He turned back towards you, glasses slightly falling from his nose and you could see a hint of his eyes. A tease. You stared. His lips curved around the cigarrette, amused and indulging. You panicked. “I-It does!”

“I didn’t say anything. But say, the sooner you finish that code, the sooner you can have this—“ he paused, waving the hand with the polaroid”—piece of art of yours. Never thought I would say that but I guess there’s a first for everything.” He pocketed the picture back in his jacket, blowing his smoke away from you before he stood up and headed towards Sims only to add over his shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it. I know you got this.”

You stared as he walked over, the belief he had in you with those words moving around in your brain. You moved back to work, pointedly ignoring Lazar’s whistle—him able to hear some of what occurred no doubt. You threw him an impolite gesture that only made the man laugh as you focused on the code. It took you three tiring and near sleepless nights, but you finished. Adler handing you the photo in between his fingers as you took it gently, trying not to crinkle the photo further as Adler watched you behind his shades as you held the photo, taking a thoughtful inhale of his cigarette before looking away. Looking around their surroundings outside the safehouse. Their break time spot.

“You sure got talent, kid.”

“You should know by now to not doubt me, Russ,” you replied, your eyes still on the photo between your gloved hands. “Only the best of the best with you. Just took me longer than I thought.”

“Watch that confidence doesn’t blind you one day, Bell.”

“You first.”

He chuckled at that, breathless and surprised making you stare up with wide eyes. The sound rare. Adler tapped the end of his cigarette, ash going on the ground as he stared towards the doors of the safehouse, an echo of a smile on his face. Barely there. Others wouldn’t see it, but you’ve known Adler for years.

“You got guts. And spunk. Met my match with you it seems, kid. You know me too well. . .” Adler took a puff, deep as he trailed off, shades dark.

“That’s not a bad thing,” you say, lowering the photo in your hand. “Sims does too. Can’t exactly get rid of us that easy.”

“Sims has been through many missions with me, but not as much as you.” Adler explained calmly. “Some of those, I’m taking to my grave. If I breathe a word about it, I’ll have a bunch of people up my ass.”

You sense as if this was like a conversation from years ago, on a beach. Quiet and away from everyone in the camp, just the two of you talking about realities and soldiers. You think about that memory a lot.

You recall some of the memories he’s referring to.

You half shrugged, pocketing the photo in your bomber jacket as you leaned against the wall of the safehouse.

“What can you do? It was necessary. Besides, I can’t exactly tell anyone else either, Adler. Brutality is sometimes necessary. That’s all I know.” You paused, tilting your head and throwing a teasing smirk his way to get him out this weird mood. “Don’t tell me America’s Monster actually cares what other people say?”

Adler deeply exhaled in exasperation, smoke coming out his nose.

“Don’t tease me, Bell. You know I can’t give a shit.”

“Than what’s the problem? You do what needs to be done. Make the tough calls. You know. . . you know I understand right?” You asked carefully. “I’m with you when it comes to doing what we must. To protect what we need to.”

Adler was silent. He never answered.

You didn’t push him. Didn’t feel the need.

You understood him the best.

Only monsters can see one another, after all.

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Monsters, you’ve come to know, are also a certain kind of creature that takes what they need.

To want. Selfish and uncaring and you should be concerned at how easily you take in those traits.

Too busy to worry about regular people—the mundane. There are bigger things to be focused on than other’s opinions on what actions are necessary.

You and Adler can give not one fuck about others. They know what they are and will accept the titles from others with a nod.

What you’re coming to find however, that even with monsters, there’s different breeds.

You basically reiterated to him that what he did with you was necessary. Needed. Sound brutality at its finest. You feel like you can’t even argue.

What is better—loyalty to a country or to people?

You’re trapped.

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I have a problem. This story is going to be long when it was supposed to be short. Oh well. 

Also, hot take maybe, I love both Soft!Adler and Dark!Adler so let’s just have both sides of him shall we? Wait…is Adler truly soft here? Who knows.

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[seraphdreams]

christmas lights

poc fem!reader x soft dom! kags, angst (kinda), soft morning sex, very vanilla and fluffy.

wc - 1.4k

it was a rough few days. you had just got into a serious argument with kageyama. a bout of words, only said out of anger, run through your mind. the way he was so stubborn and ignorant to your needs had a pain stabbing through your heart.

“i swear you’re so needy! why can’t you just listen to me for once?!” he had said that night, his voice ringing through you’re mind like a bell, nonstop, and over and over.

you hugged yourself under the large, warm comforter. there you lay in bed, watching the romantic christmas movies on the holiday channel, scarfing down ice cream like it’s nothing. you hadn’t talked to tobio ever since the big argument. he was at an away game and stayed at a hotel with the team. not once leaving a message or calling.

but you were used to it, his outbursts. the way he’d be so childlike as to not care about his doting girlfriend.

“i don’t care what he’s doing” you angrily babble to yourself as you get up to throw away the now empty tub of ice cream. the chirping of birds on your balcony got your attention. pretty smidges of red, blue and green twinkle under the early morning light. decorations upon decorations coming into hazy view.

you rested your hands on the railing, taking in the crisp, cold air. sitting in bed wasn’t going to help your spirits, no. you needed to be outdoors doing something fun. “let me call my friend real quick” you whisper, turning around quickly and hopping to your bed stand

“hey”. a deep voice causes you to freeze, the tall frame of your lover standing in the doorway. blue glassy eyes stare into yours. you relax your tense body and roll your eyes.

“hi tobio” you drag out, almost uninterested. but he seen. he seen how you were fawning over the festivities, and how the glow of sunlight on your pretty brown skin made you seem almost ethereal. he really truly enjoyed seeing you happy.

his eyes dance across the room as he lays a finger on his chin trying to think up something. “uhhh, um, i-well i” he pauses for a brief moment to clear his throat. you give him an annoyed puzzled glare, causing him to shift on his feet. “babe, i’m sorry for yelling at you. i was just so stressed with practice and the ga-“ he sighs, dropping his volleyball bag to the side before continuing.

“look, i didn’t mean to hurt you in any way. i got some time off so we could do something. anything you want.” he compromises, hoping to see if your atmosphere would get a little warmer.

you amble toward him, chocolate coils bouncing with every step. “anything?” you give him your best puppy eyes while reaching for his hand. he takes it in his, pressing a gentle kiss onto the back of yours. “anything.”

it doesn’t take long for kageyama to get worked up, moving his lips from your hand to your cheek, then to your plump lips that curled into a smile. his gentle pecks was all enough to make you reassured. you deepen the kiss, pulling him closer until your chest was pressed onto his. the material of his t-shirt balled in your fist.

his rough calloused hands move from inside his adlers track jacket pockets to around your waist, gripping at the soft flesh. deep groans escape as he places open mouth kisses along the side of you neck, nipping ever so lightly. “missed you” he drawls. you drape your arms over his shoulders, inhaling his scent. fresh, like always.

he breaks from the kiss, panting. you gaze into his dark blue orbs, noticing no hidden intent behind them. just pure lust. “tobio?” you ask, tilting you head to the side. his cheeks are flushed pink and eyes unfocused. “..want you” he mumbles. you nod your head, melting into his tranquil touch.

he kisses your forehead, then picks you up. you wrap your legs around his slender waist as you feel the breeze of him placing you on the soft sheets behind you.

a chill breeze flows through the air making the curtains dance, orange light peering through. tobio slides in between your legs, staring down at you. you giggle at his advance. somehow he always seemed to be intense but right now, he was nothing of the sort. he kneels down to carefully pull the sweats, along with your underwear, off your legs. your exposed thighs were like gold. the glistening of the sun on your deep sepia skin, sparkling in the reflection of blueberries eyes.

he lightly runs his pale fingers down your thigh. he taps on the flesh ever so gently. you spread them out farther in response. he rests on his knees, in front of your glossy folds. licking his puffy pink lips, he sucks on your clit. you arch your back in surprise at the wet warmth succumbing to your body. his tongue swirls around the nub, drawing patterns as his sharp eyes study your face. his pretty girl falling into the sensation.

he pulls away. long digits running along your slit. he dips a finger in then out. “tobio” you mewl, hand over your face. he chuckles, repeating his action before slipping in two fingers. “so wet” he says. the ghost of his breath casting overs your cunt. he pumps curling his fingers against the velvety wall. you run your hand under your skin, playing with your hard nipples. kageyama watches as you come undone, fingering deeper and harder. “please tobio, please” you cry out, free hand tangled in his black locks. you can feel yourself tightening on his fingers, coating them in your slick. the lewd noises of your body filling up the room. he prods at your sweet spot, watching how it makes you tighten and moan, tits bouncing in his view.

you felt the coil in your abdomen build up. he used his tongue to lap around your clit, determined for you to reach your high. “i’m gonna-“ you’re orgasming, tumbling off the edge, panting as you scramble to find a something to grab onto to steady you. his fingers gently push into you once more, riding out your orgasm.

“easy” tobio coos, pressing on your stomach so you could remain grounded. he stands up, his hard on begging to be freed from the grey shorts he had on. he kisses the tip of your cute rounded nose. he then searches through his drawer to find a condom. coming back to you, he pulls his shorts down, condom bearing between his teeth. his cock leaking beads of precum from the slit and flushed pink at the tip. he slips on the condom, pumping himself a few times afterward

he nudges the head against your walls, pushing in slowly. the slight burn of him splitting you open goes away quickly. he lets out a shaky breath. “fuck”. once he’s situated inside, he begins to thrust.

he keeps his movements gentle, gripping the soft flesh of your waist. a singe of pleasure trills down your spine as you let out whimpers and moans. his thick cock repeatedly hitting in the perfect spot not even you could reach. “s’good?” he asks, his voice light and airy from his moans. your bottom lip is tucked back by your teeth and all you could do was nod. his hands explore your body, fingers twirling around your dark curls.

you buck your hips up, matching his thrusts. you didn’t think he could go any deeper but he did, putting pressure against your cervix. “tobio!” you gasp, eyes shot from the pleasure. “feels...good” you hum. you scratch at his back unable even find the words to explain how good you feel. “so tight, baby” he groans. it doesn’t take long for his fingers to find their way to your clit again, rubbing harsh circles on the bud. the coil in your stomach starts building up again. he thrusts harder in that one spot, until your screaming his name and you coat his cock with your cream color.

the next few strokes are slightly painful, only until he finally hits his high.

he collapses on the bed next to you, playing with your hair

“anything else you wanna do after this?” he asks, voice shaky

“can we go see the christmas lights later?” you pant

“definitely”

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