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yooo is there any chance I can request parent headcanons for the safehouse crew (cod: bocw)??? been replaying the bo2 campaign and the Adler is Graves' father theory has a grip on me esp recently now that that mf is coming back

I imagine that Adler is a pretty distant parent, what with work in the CIA taking up most of his time and probably isn't able to see his kid much to begin with after the divorce, no doubt his ex wife has full custody of any of the children they had during that marriage. he's the kind of dad to buy his teenage kid expensive gifts to make up for the times he couldn't be there, usually related to something they were mildly interested in when they were like 7. And that thing is probably one of the only things he knows about them because they ranted about it to him when they were really young and naive. Russ is not as good as vocalizing his affection, but he's observant, and would zero in on any information and likes that his kid has when they express it... It's just that the usually don't with the distance between them. I think he does genuinely care about his child and still wants to show that they appreciate them, but just doesn't know how to properly connect with them on an emotional level, and usually doesn't even have the time. I don't think he'd treat his kid much differently based on their gender, he's still an emotionally-supressed mostly absentee father that his child would kind of just grow to resent as they get older. Adler is the 'he tried' dad. (I hc that Graves his kid is also the most likely to have a wild rebellious teens phase, and he'd kind of just let it happen so long as they aren't getting into any legal trouble because at that point their relationship would be so strained and he's just kinda apathetic about it. I think he's the type that would come home late to catch his kid smoking, and the only thing he'd do is ask why they started and if they know the consequences of it, then promptly asks for one and never brings it up again.)

Hudson, on the contrary, would be the perfect dad. Girl dad 100%, this man has a wife and two daughters (I think, might need to double check this one, but point still stands because I think he'd be good with girls). This man deserves a bo burnham 1985 edit. I think that he's really the type of guy who tries to squeeze in as much quality time with his family even with his work, and is the type to frequently show affection and pride for his children. Jason is completely soft for his wife and children, in contrast to how much of a no-nonsense hardass he is on the job. I am utterly convinced that this is the man who would always play along with his daughter's tea parties when he has tine and would never miss any of his son's games (he'd ask Jenny to record it for him if he's knows he's gonna be on a mission for a long time). I imagine that he really goes the extra mile to be the best role model for his kids, being both responsible and loving even with the limited presence he has because of his job. Hudson is the father figure some us needed in life ngl.

I don't think Mason would be an abusive dad contrary to what most people would take away from the one interaction we see with him and a very young David. I definitely think he'd have some major anger issues though, no doubt that trauma from The Numbers™️ and all the shit he's gone through as soldier and later CIA op would have an impact on him. He would never lay a hand on his own kid, but he's definitely shouted at them pretty frequently and has likely broken objects around them when he's angry. Much more so after his wife's death and being left as a single dad who barely has any idea what he's doing, and the only other person who can rein him in from it is Frank. I think he's more affectionate and less emotionally distant than Adler, but still just not as close as he should be to his child. He'd apologize for his outbursts and all but, being raised with traditional values from the 30s-40s, he isn't really the type to have those heartfelt talks about feelings because men are supposed to be strong and being emotional makes you weak and all that crap. Would be tougher with a son, and stricter with a daughter. Alex would become a lot more understanding and open over time when his kid grows older, and mellow out as an old man and just be proud of how they turned out despite how he was. The anger issues never really dissipates, but he learns to control it and be better for his kid for the remainder of his life. Mason is the dad you'd resent and have so much anxiety over in your teens and twenties but eventually make up with and get closure by your late thirties or so.

Woods would definitely be more of a fun uncle than a dad. More of the tough love type, but will always remind his kid that they're appreciated at the end of the day. But I also imagine he's a lot more reckless snd clumsy, specially as a first-time father. May not be perfect, has his own shortcomings in a lot of places, but he's really trying his best. I imagine that he probably tiptoed a lot when it came to raising David, trying not to yell at him too much and tried to be his anchor as much as he can after he was tricked into killing Alex (and then promptly going off on him when he shows face again after thirty years). Frank would be considerate and very vocal about his appreciation for his kid despite . Woods is the lovable old man that you'd have a lot of funny memories to look back on, and cussing you out is just his own way of saying he loves you.

I don't have as much thoughts on them but I think Park would be very overprotective, especially if she had a daughter. Would shelter her child and be very strict with them, making sure she knows how and where her kid is all the time, who her kid is with, and how safe they are. Would make her child wear a tracker watch and tell her all and any people they meet or see. Madam Shell's betrayal and her brother's death have definitely left a mark on her, and she would excessively worry about them at all times, to the point of it being suffocating and very invasive Lazar is the balance to this, more lenient and lets his kid have a right to privacy and freedom. Sure, he still worries a lot, but he has enough faith in his child to let then go off on their own when they're at an appropriate age. I also imagine that he gives the best best hugs. Sims would be somewhere in between, albeit more leaning on the stricter side.

AHHHH THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER I'M SORRY

bUuuuT

i love this idea so I'm gonna do silly little headcannons for it

How the Safehouse Crew treat their kid

Russell Adler

He's absolutely an absent dad

It's not that he does it on purpose, it's just what happens with his job

Russell tries so hard. So hard to be there, but a lot of the time he just can't because of work

If his kid does any sports, you can bet your ass that he's gonna be at any games he can

Now, that's not a lot, but still

Adler absolutely cheers the loudest anytime that his kid does anything

He'll also argue with the refs or umpires about dumb calls

Has been kicked out multiple times

Russell also buys his kid anything that they want

Christmas with him is like out of a damn movie

Presents are practically stacked to the roof and each one is more extravagant than the last

Is definitely the type of parent to dump a bunch of money on his kid for whatever they want

It's his way of making up for barely being around

Has missed his visitation days a lot

Every time he does, Adler sends money and presents as an apology

One time, his kid was staying over at his house because they got into an argument with their mom

He came home late and was met with the sight of his only child smoking cigarettes in the living room

"You know what those do to your lungs?"

The kid just stared for a second before nodding in shock

"Good. Don't be surprised when you get lung cancer. Lord knows I'm already getting close to that. Give me one."

The kid hands over the whole pack, and Adler takes one, lights it, and hands it back. "Don't tell your mother."

On the times that he actually has off and has the kid, he tries to make a whole day out of spending time together

Adler takes them to an amusement park or something, and its just plain awkward the whole time

But, by the end of the day, they're just a little closer

Mainly because they had a heart to heart on the car ride home

They even hugged!

Yay!

And then nothing changed

Boo >:(

Jason Hudson

Girl dad 100%

He's the dad that everyone needs

So supportive, no matter what

Jason does, in fact, have two girls. And, if I remember right, he loves them more than anything

This man absolutely has been caught playing princesses and knights with his daughters by his wife

His favorite thing is to sit at the tiny tables and have a tea party

Loves his kids so much

If he had a son, Hudson would teach him how to throw a football

Definitely would push him to join a sport

If he does, Hudson goes to every game

Just like Adler, he cheers the loudest

If his girls get boyfriends, you can bet your ass that he's going to let them know that he has multiple guns and absolutely knows how to use it

#WillThreatenToKillThem

Jason has to be told by his wife to leave them alone

He only does because he loves his wife so so much and he'd kill for her

Lots of physical affection

Hugs and all that good stuff

His kids definitely won't be touch starved

Is absolutely who they go to first whenever something happens and they need help/support

If he ever catches his kid doing something that they shouldn't, like smoking, he has to try really hard not to yell at them. He pretty much has to walk away to cool off before he can approach the conversation in a way that he wants to

Hudson and his kid are going to have a long talk that ends in a hug and a promise not to do it again

Overall his kids are well behaved and he's a good dad

Alex Mason

My poor boy

I love him so much, anger issues and all

Any time that he screams and breaks things in front of his kid, he calls Woods to come and pick them up so he can take care of things

He always feels horrible after he yells. Alex never wanted to hurt anyone. Quite the opposite, actually. He just doesn't know how to control his anger

Throughout the kids developmental years, he tries his best not to yell or get angry, but a lot of the time he can't stop himself in time

In comes one Frank Woods, who ends up coming over and taking the kid out for ice cream or to the park or just for a drive

He ends up being that cool uncle that the kid goes to when something happens

When he gets discharged (Honorably) from the military, Mason ends up going to therapy

And anger management classes

Only reason he does is because his kid ends up yelling back when he gets angry

And he realizes that he fucked up :(

So that helps him mellow out for his kids later years

Definitely apologizes to his kid for how they were raised

Alex won't over explain or get all mushy, but it'll come up as a simple "I'm sorry for how you were raised," and leave it at that

Will express his feelings through gifts or spending quality time with his kid

If he gets grandkids, Alex will take that as the time to make up for his kids shitty childhood

Best granddad for real

When he's older, he won't mind as much when it comes to telling his kid that he's proud of them

Lots of praise

Frank Woods

HE'S SO BABY GIRL I CAN'T

LOOK AT THIS GIF

Anyway

Definitely the type of dad to pretend that his kid is in trouble and then it turns out to be a prank

He would absolutely do it just like he did in the scene of the gif

Frank wouldn't yell at his kid, more just yell in general

He'll scream over football games, tv shows, dropping something, anything

He does not care

His kid would be used to loud noises by double digits

Woods would absolutely not know that his kid was sneaking out until Alex caught them

He doesn't particularly care, but he's a little disappointed that they didn't ask him if they could go

Instead of yelling, he would sit them down and have a serious discussion

Lots of "You could have just asked," and, "How many times have you done it?"

Basically he'd get his kid to quit because he knows it's a bad habit

I can't remember if he's a smoker or not, but if he is he would go through the process of quitting with said kid

Helen Park

She's kind of a shitty mom, ngl

Park can be good at it when she wants to, but she's got her own shit that he's going through

She can't handle a kid

In the early years, she's a little neglectful and absent

Then she does a full 180 and goes full over-protective mom mode

Trackers, constant phone calls, reassuring messages

The whole nine yards

She'll try her best to stop if her kid says something, but her anxiety is way too high to stop fully

Definitely the kind of mom to apologize through gifts

One fond memory that her kid would have of their younger years is her sneaking into their room and climbing into bed with them

She just sat there and held them, silently telling them how much she loved them

Helen thought their kid was asleep, not awake and hearing everything she was saying

Park definitely let her kid sneak into her bed when they had nightmares or got sick

She secretly loves it and is sad when they stop doing it

Okay that's all I got-

I didn't mean for this to take so long to make

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quizzyisdone · 1 year

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The Color Red (Part I) | Jason Hudson x Fem! Bell x Russell Adler

Chapter Title: The Divine Zero Word Count: 2.4k Pairing - Jason Hudson x Fem! Bell x Russell Adler Synopsis: When Russell Adler finds an agent of his sworn enemy, shot by one of her own, he brings her in, hoping to interrogate her for a lead to Perseus. When conventional interrogation falls short, Adler, blinded by his hatred to Perseus, resorts to other, more unsavory methods. Jason Hudson, his handler, can only watch from afar in horror as a potentially innocent woman has her entire life and identity erased in the blink of an eye. Told from Hudson's perspective. Warnings: Strong language, mentions of brainwashing, torture, canon-typical violence, dark romance, toxic relationships, love triangles

**Title inspired by "The Divine Zero" by Pierce the Veil

Masterlist

Maybe I could swim into your thoughts like your drugs do

Paralyze your body

Sick and tired of waking up to

Burning eyes and cigarettes

“1969, Camp Haskins. We met when you were assigned to MACV-SOG. You and I were embedded within the 3rd Marine Regiment near Da Nang. SOG was there to sniff out Soviet activity. Word had it Russian operatives were active in the region-” Adler began his usual spiel that he’d been citing for the last two days word for word.

He was speaking to the girl that was gagged and strapped into an interrogation chair, graphic videos from the war playing on three televisions all within her field of vision. Specially made liquidized LSD connected into her IV that injected it straight into her veins. All she could see was the war. All she could hear was the war. Perfect for Adler. Not only could he break her indelible will, but he could make her feel as he felt for years. Broken and destroyed.

She was sobbing, looking absolutely panicked, and Hudson couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt deep in his gut. She was probably a Red anyways, but this seemed… excessive. It had too closely echoed what he witnessed Mason go through years and years ago. Adler called it conditioning, but that was just a nicer sounding synonym for what it was -- brainwashing. But he was in no position to stop it now, Adler had made damn sure of that.

She was young, not quite “fresh out of her teens” young, early to mid twenties if he had to guess, but certainly younger than the two aged men sitting across from her behind the one sided glass. A decently pretty face, even after enduring a week straight of the CIA’s classic, finest interrogation methods, but otherwise unremarkable -- which was what made her oh-so remarkable to Adler. Given Adler's hot and cold personality, and the fact that she was here with an uncanny connection to his worst enemy and wasn’t hard on the eyes to boot, Hudson knew the man was borderline obsessed with the woman. He would have been surprised if Adler wasn’t attracted to her in his own twisted, fucked up way.

He always tended towards toxic extremes, anyways.

She was painfully, moderately above average by all standards. The most exotic thing about her was her muted accent and ginger locks. He couldn’t quite guess the origin of the accent (Eastern Europe, spoken with a twinge of British slang?), but she spoke English with the fluency of a native. A cute, well structured but round face framed with wavy, somewhat frizzy hair, tanned skin dotted with freckles, and a nose that once had been broken, judging by slight mishapenness of it, and hooked upwards at the end.

Her face bore the marks of Adler’s interrogations, with one particularly large jet black bruise around her chestnut eyes. The most puzzling thing about her however was her singular, tiny tattoo of a bell on her arm that was inked right beneath the crease where the forearm meets the upper arm. Other than that, her body was devoid of any alterations such as piercings or other, bigger tattoos.

That’s what the two had used for her namesake; Bell. The name she gave them couldn’t be trusted, given her circumstances of capture. The woman hadn’t given them anything else, a simple first name of Eleanor (she had omitted her surname) and the name of a man in MI6 who had long since been dead according to the records the agency was willing to give up to another foreign intelligence agency, which to no one’s surprise, wasn’t much.

“We had a job to do…” Adler trailed off, and snapped his fingers. The woman instantly fell asleep.

“Alright, that should do it for today. Keep the tapes playing and turn the volume up a bit louder, she’ll need to hear it in order to feel like she’s there.” A British woman’s voice had piped up from the background. Helen Park.

Hudson didn’t dare face her, he was never one for psychological warfare in the first place and here he was in the presence of the expert in it. From what he understood, Agent Park helped “blossom” this MK-Ultra project from its infancy back in the 60’s to the powerhouse of a weapon it was now, twenty years later. He took a sip from his coffee.

“You’re awfully quiet, Hudson.” She pointed out.

“He’s always quietly brooding, That’s sort of his thing.” Adler chuckled as he turned his chair to face her, reaching into his pocket for his lighter and pack of cigarettes. “Want a light?” He asked, a cigarette between his teeth as he held another one out to Hudson.

Hudson nodded, grabbing his zippo lighter from his pocket and taking a long drag.

“So, tell me about this team you’re putting together. I’ve taken the liberty of reviewing some of the candidates you submitted but I’d like to hear some of your reasoning, maybe offer some suggestions.” Park said, leaning against the file cabinet. Hudson scoffed.

“I don’t need your suggestions, Agent Park. MI6 is already way too entangled as is. ” He said with a cigarette in between his teeth. “You’re only here at Adler’s insistence. If the man didn’t have such a tight hold on Command’s balls, you wouldn’t be here.”

“You wound me Hudson.” She rolled her eyes. “I know you don’t like this as much as the next person, but given her stubbornness and the situation at hand, it’s the only way.” Park reasoned, Adler nodded coolly but glanced down for naught but a second, rubbing at his temples.

“Bullshit, but anyways,” Hudson took another drag. “What did you want to know?”

“Alex Mason and Frank Woods are certainly a peculiar choice for our team, given the circumstances of our friend in the chair.”

“Hate to break it to you, but any high stakes, top secret mission with Hudson, they’ve got to be on it.” Adler gave a light chuckle, light jabbing at Hudson’s shoulder.

“They’re good soldiers and they know how to shut their mouths. As brass as they can be, they’re great agents when they’re together.” He took another drag of his cigarette, Park opened her mouth to object but he cut her off quickly. ”And I don’t intend to tell either of them about Bell’s situation if that’s what you’re concerned about.” Hudson said sternly.

“The conditioning is only one of my concerns, among plenty others. They are charming, loyal to a fault, and easy to get along with. I’d imagine they’d be quick friends with Bell. That creates a problem when we must depose her, no?”

“But somehow that’s not a problem with Azoulay. Is he not charming and friendly, especially to women such as yourself and Bell?” He retorted.

“The big guy?” Adler chimed in, a slight smirk appeared across his features. “He’s not as emotionally volatile as Mason and Woods. He’d understand.”

“Fine. Regarding Mason and Woods, we’ll just have to make it convincing enough to take the blame off of you. They’ve been in the field long enough and seen plenty of people die, they’ll get over it even if they do befriend her.” Hudson began. “They’re tough bastards. Everyone on the team has been contacted, so it’s too late to change.” Hudson snuffed his cigarette on his boot, tossing it into the ashtray.

“I think Bell here has gone through enough today.” He muttered to himself.

“Pardon?” Park raised an eyebrow.

“I think Bell has gone through plenty today.” Hudson repeated, louder, ignoring protests from Park and Adler.

In an act of kindness atypical of a man such as Hudson, he rose from his uncomfortable, government issued swivel chair, striding towards the door leading into the room the girl was in. He turned off the television with the flashing images of Vietnam, removed her gag, and loosened her restraints.

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, and secretly cursed.

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.

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.

“Get some rest.” He muttered when they reached her cell.

“Like you give a shit.” She said, with equal parts venom and pronounced exhaustion. Her voice was low, raspy, laced with an accent Adler himself admitted to finding rather exotic.

Hudson ignored her provocation. “Someone will bring you something to eat later.”

“Tell them to bring a cigarette.” She hoarsely laughed to herself as Hudson closed the door behind him, lightly chuckling to himself. She had been begging for a cigarette ever since Adler took her into custody, and once or twice she’d been indulged when she promised information in exchange for a light. At least there’s one glue that will hold this rag-tag team together; a crippling nicotine addiction.

But even that was something Adler was trying to take from her. “It’s bad for her, we’re doing our little Bell a favor on this one.” He laughed when Hudson had questioned him about it, even as he hypocritically took a drag of his fifth one in the past three hours. Scarcely could Adler be seen without one in his hand, especially so since Trabzon, since Perseus came back into play.

Hudson went back into the room behind the two-sided glass, finding it now deserted. The pair must’ve called it quits for the day. Funny, he did not expect Adler to actually respect his authority in this situation, maybe he was just as tired as everyone else was.

Hudson found it amusing once upon a time -- Adler’s almost absolute disregard for command when it did not suit the mission, maybe even virtuous at some moments, but now Hudson could not stand his impudence. People have been hurt, not saved this time around.

Adler’s cruel desperation was evident in the way he treated Bell. He had not always been so unkind in the thirteen years Hudson had known him, so casually malicious as he was with only Bell. He has such a dark twisted obsession with the woman, he electrocutes her and calls her pretty all in the same breath.

He had been a decent friend of Hudson for years, until a few weeks ago, a great respect remained unspoken between them but omnipresent in their friendship. Now, that rather optimistic viewpoint that was so rare for Hudson to behold of someone, had dwindled. Does he not remember Mason and the numbers, the macabre stories of what happened to him and what happened to others because of him? Or was he simply too blinded by Perseus to see? Or did he simply just not care?

The latter, even through Hudson’s now tainted lens of the man, seemed unlikely. Adler was not an uncaring, needlessly cruel man. Gruff and rough around the edges, most certainly, but never unnecessarily brutal like his actions towards Bell may suggest. One moment, the man was a stranger to Hudson, the next, an old friend.

“What’s got you so lost in thought?” Adler clapped a hand on Hudson’s shoulder, startling the man. Speak of the devil.

“Mm.” He grunted. “Nothing.”

“Hm, so you just stare into nothing in your free time?” Adler said coolly. “I bet it's your wife?”

Hudson rolled his eyes, irritated at the scarred man before him, completely oblivious to even what was bothering him. The situation with Jacqueline had stopped badgering at his heart, eating him from the inside out long ago, Adler knew that well.

“Sure.”

“Just sign the damn divorce papers then.” Adler said, lighting yet again, another damn cigarette.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” He rubbed at his forehead, pulling the cigarette from Adler’s mouth and unceremoniously snuffing it in the ashtray.

“What the fuck?” He spat, the indignancy becoming apparent in his tone. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Hudson snarled, rising from the chair he was previously slumped in. “Do you not see what you’re doing?”

“What? Bell?” Adler recollected himself, his infuriatingly cool demeanor once again washing over him as his mouth settled into a signature frown. “Why are you even mad about that?”

“Do you not remember Mason? Do you not remember that load of horseshit twenty years ago?” He glared daggers at Adler, and for a brief moment, there was silence ringing off the walls of the cinderblock room. Adler suddenly took a keen interest in his feet as Hudson awaited his answer.

“Mason was different.” He looked up again, his sunglasses making it almost impossible for Hudson to read his expression. “She’s a bad guy, he’s a good guy. He didn’t deserve it, she probably does.”

“Probably.” He scoffed. “You don’t even know anything about her. All you know was that some man associated with Perseus shot her.”

“I don’t have time to wait for a confession after months of interrogation or chase MI6 ghosts. You know what happens when Perseus comes into play. Nukes, noxious gasses, WMD's, that kind of shit.” Adler defended. “If she truly knows anything about Perseus, we owe it to everyone in the goddamn world to do whatever we can.”

“Oh spare me the soapbox.” Hudson laughed. “You tried conventional interrogation for one day and then immediately went for MK Ultra. You barely even tried the MI6 lead.” Hudson sighed, shocked at his own moral disgust. Perhaps Jacqueline was wrong -- he did have a heart. “We don’t even know if this is the right tree to be barking at, and if this isn’t, then the consequences are on your head. Not mine.”

“Go ahead, let it all fall on me if it goes south-”

“When it goes south.” Hudson interrupted, glancing over, and silence ensued for a moment before he continued.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means a shot at Perseus.” Adler took the previously snuffed cigarette that Hudson had snatched from his mouth, relighting it. “You had the power to stop this, y’know. This isn’t all my fault.”

He was right.

#so uh this is going to pivot pretty far from my normal belldler content #in that adler is very much a villian in this story #even tho he brainwashed her he actually loves her in later chapters #and hudson is bell's knight in shining armor (but tbh that's not very far off from my hudson stuff)#russell adler x reader #jason hudson x reader #russell adler #jason hudson #bocw #black ops cold war #cod #call of duty #quizzy writes

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New picture| Touched | Hudson x reader

Chapter 2

"What do you mean, you don't have a picture frame of those dimensions? Those are normal dimensions for every picture....Okay, okay, I'll find somewhere else" he put his office telephone down and he put his head in his hands, sighing. After almost 2 months after your first day here as his secretary, he still couldn't find as picture frame for his family picture he broke that day.

You knocked, carrying black coffee for him and news paper. He looked at you, making a small smile just for you. You grew closer to him, a gift you had, and every time he sees you, it makes him forget his problems for a second. He was staring at you, but then he realised that you asked him a question, but he doesn't know what.

"Excuse me Y/N, I was thinking something" he lied "Could you repeat what have you said?" -"I asked are you alright. With full respect, you look like you're million miles away." He stood up, slightly making you jump, and he stood next to the window.

"In these past two months, I was looking for identic picture frame with same dimensions, and I called almost every store, and they don't have it. I understand that they don't have identical frame, but that they don't have same dimensions, that's absurd." you took his frame to look at it -"Well it's just a broken glass, it could be fixed." you turned your gaze towards him.

"You open the frame, clean the remaining broken glass, put the new one, put back the frame and secure it. It's not a big deal." -"I know that L/N, but I can't find someone to make me glass with same dimensions."

You stood for a moment thinking who you could call and then you remembered that your cousin is working with all types of glass, from windows to frame glasses. "I could help you with that, my cousin can make it. Just give me those dimensions and I'll talk to him later today."

Hudson smiled at you. While writing down those dimensions, he could only be thankful to Black for giving you this job. After you left, he went straight to his office, wanting to thank him. Black called him in and after a comfortable chat with him, Hudson spoke: "Well Black, I have to thank you. Hiring her, you made my work here easier." –"Hiring who Hudson? I don't know what are you talking about?"

That statement made him laugh "I'm talking about my new secretary that you hired her two months ago." –"Jason, I never hired anyone, especially someone's secretary. And that was two months ago, I was on a holiday with my family." his eyes widened, if Black didn't hire you, then who did?

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"Okay L/N, or whatever your name is, who hired you? Black didn't so don't tell me he did." he closed the door of his office when you came the next day with his frame, now in piece. He told you to sit down and then starting questioning you.

"My name is Y/N L/N, and you don't need to doubt that." you said. "As for who hired me, I don't know, I just got a letter in my mailbox where is written that I have been accepted after I signed up for this type of job. If you want I can show you that." he nodded, and then you opened your purse and took out that letter you've been holding there since you got it. He put his glasses, read it and then he looked at you.

"This didn't make any suspicious to you?" -"It did sir, but after working here for two months I thought that's how you work."

"Where have you worked before?" -"FBI, Quantico. I worked as a pathologist." he looked at you. He wasn't satisfied, especially after hearing that you were former FBI agent. It made a whole new picture about you. But there's something certain, he would never trust you like before.

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twistedbloodstain · 1 year

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I WROTE A JASON HUDSON CONCEPT AND I CANT FIND IT THE FUCKK WHERE THE FUCK IS IT WHERE IS IT?? YOU LAUGHING BRO??

#jason hudson #jason hudson x reader #im looking at my past hudson tags and damn i was down bad fr

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morgansunflower · 2 years

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Don't Close Your Eyes

Jason Todd X Pregnant! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, nudity, bathing, vomit, and character injury

Words:1445

Arthur's notes! THIRD P. O. V

Red must save her loving owners from freezing to death.

Jason and Y/N helplessly bang at the large double doors. They were trapped inside a freezer thanks to Joker. Their gear was not with them. Jason was wearing his shirt, his boots and jeans with his jacket. While his wife was wearing her H/N uniform.

"somebody help us!!" she shivered her throat shaking.

Just as they think their hope is gone.. They hear a faint bark, was it really her? "did you hear that?"

They hear it becoming louder "Red?!" Jason shouted.

She barked louder by the door. She looked for anything that could get them out or a command. She then whined unable to get to them.

"it's OK girl keep working at it!" Jason encouraged "the handle Red try the handle girl"

She moved to her hind legs trying to move the door handle down but the chains were preventing her to. She runs off knowing exactly who to get. Jason wrapped his arms around his wife tightly so they could stay warm. Their breaths were cold as were their body's. Jason takes his jacket off for her. He was a gentleman.

"n-nnno!" she pleaded shaking her head..

He wouldn't listen. He takes his jacket off putting it on his wife. He grabs her collar pulling her to him and holds her. He moved to the ground, sitting on the floor. He kisses Y/N cold and brittle lips that he still loves. He felt defeated. He couldn't get them out. Would they freeze to death in hear?

"I love you so much" she said scared they weren't going to make it out.

"don't.. Don't" Jason shakes his head and kisses her head "don't say it like that"

"it's so-so cold" she shivered

He held her tighter his heart beating fast "I know.. Just.. Don't close your eyes"

Batman was in the Bat-cave typing in his report. He was completely unaware of the fact that his loved ones were trapped and as fast as a heart beat they were slipping right through his hands. Red runs in instantly gaining her mates attention Ace. The two dogs run to each other while Bruce smiled. He waited to see if Jason or probably Y/N walked in but neither did. Red frantically barks to Batman spinning to the exit... They were in danger.

"no" he muttered truly frightened.

Batman runs following the Shepard with Ace. They came to the large stand in freezer. They had to be alive. They had to..

"Y/N! Jason! Stay away from the door I'm going to get you both out!"

They didn't speak but could hear as their teeth chatter. Their cheeks ice cold as they were shaking. Bruce used his bolt cutters to open the doors. He pulls the doors open. He sees both Y/N and Jason shivering in each others arms. Red quickly ran to her owners to lick their faces. She began to whine greatly worried for them both. Y/N and Jason smiled petting her. Their faces were pail and their hair was nearly frozen.

"good girl.. Good girl" Jason proudly said

Alfred flew the bat-plane and landed to the ground. Bruce carries his son while Alfred carried Y/N to the helicopter. Alfred laid his granddaughter on the stretcher. Bruce did the same laying Jason on the other stretcher. Alfred and Bruce grabbed heated blankets laying them on Jason and Y/N. Bruce whistled to the dogs. Red laid with Y/N close to her laying on her arm, while Ace laid with Jason. Bruce knew the dogs could help keep their body temperatures up. Moment's later.. Red stood in the hallway in Wayne Manor. On the left side of the hallway in the room, she could smell the sweat dripping from Jason and the hint of his musk. In the room with him was Alfred.. Alfred smelled like cookies and comfort. In the right side of the room in the bedroom was, Y/N. She smelled of her favorite shampoo/perfume and of sweat from the severe coldness. She also smelled Steph who smelled of the cupcakes. Red would always never touch the sweet treat because she was a good dog. With Steph and Y/N was Cass along with Barbara. Cass smelled of vanilla from her favorite candles and a hint of Chinese noodles. Barbara often smelled of floral perfume to block the smell of sent from her constantly working as Oracle and coffee but not as much as Tim. Red softly whines at Y/N's door. Stephanie opens the door. She runs into the bathroom to see her second but very loved owner stepping into the warm tub.

"H-hey girl" Y/N weakly says happy to see her rescuer.

She let out a groan in tiredness of her muscles from the intense coldness. She also feels nauseated, that she thought was probably from her fever. She yawns lowering herself into the water. Red approaches closer greatly concerned. She puts her paws on the rim of the tub. She smells Y/N to make sure she didn't have any blood. She then smells something.. Different. Something she never experienced. It was lovely but very different. She barks loudly to alert the girls, seeing Y/N's face turning a different color. Barbara rolled in her wheelchair to Y/N, with the Wayne daughter's right in front of her. Cass takes a bathroom trash can and placed it close to Y/N. She held it as she began to reek into the can. Red whined sadly licking Y/N's shoulder and back for comfort. Stephanie held her hair back. Y/N takes a deep breath as she finally stopped. Cass rids of the nasty vomit as Y/N cleaned herself. She then dressed in her long sleeve shirt and Jason's sweatpants he had left here. She loves wearing his clothes. Jason's hands try to shake as he leaves the tub. The coldness of the freezer weakened his muscles. Both him and his wife had a low grade fever. He dresses into sweatpants and a red hoodie. He really wants to go see her so he could hold her, but he's so weakened. He sits on the bed taking a deep breath. The door pushes open to see Red. She jumps on the bed and licks Jason's face. Jason softly smiled petting her.

"hey girl! How's my good girl? Have you seen my wife? Is she OK?"

Red barked happily. They are both OK! She smells that unique smell again from her owner. Jason smiled to see his beautiful wife standing right in front of him.

"I was going to come see you babe" he weakly said raising to his feet.

She opens her arms as he hugs her. They held each other just to be together from the near death experience. The weight of worry leaves. They wanted to cry. Y/N and Jason laid in the bed. Red laid by their feet sleeping from the exhausting day. Jason held his wife's now warm face in his hands. She feels her eyes shake. He kisses her as she begins to cry in his arms.

"it's OK babe. I was scared to" Jason admits to try and ease her to not worry about being emotional.

"that's not why I'm crying.. I mean I was scared. Though I.. I was throwing up earlier. I thought it was because of the fever but.. I took a test because I really wanted to know and.." she stammered unable to stop her emotions from taking over.

"Y/N are you?... Is their a baby?.. Is the baby ok?" his heart raced he was a dad or he was going to be. Those thoughts scared him. One would make him so thrilled the other would break his heart.

"yes! Yes! And yes!" she cried with a smile on her face

Jason let out a deep breath his chest heavy. Feeling like he was never more.. Happy and emotional at once. He kisses her with so much passion, wanting to show her his love. She feels his love in his lips. The rawness was nearly overwhelming.

"Aww babe.. I can't believe--" his eye's shake he didn't want her to see him cry but he couldn't help it. His throat shakes as he keeps trying to say all he, feels. She could've had a miscarriage. He could have lost both his wife and their baby. How is the baby ok after that? He couldn't believe it, but everything is OK "that's great" he leans forward kisses her and hugs her while burying his tearful face in her neck. So overwhelmed with relief that everything was OK "that's really great"

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

#Jason Todd X Reader #Third pov #batfamily #Hudson and Rex inspired #German Shepard #Ace the bathound #Batman #Character injury #Nudity #Fluff #Bathing #Vomiting #Pregnancy #Pregnant! Reader #Jason Todd X Wife! Reader #Third P. O. V #Red is Jason's and Y/N's lovable dog

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faith-skull · 3 months

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🦋About my blog🦋

I go by she/her and you can call me Kaizeril or Kai

I write for different cod characters I do not write NSFW content I only write SFW content

‼️ please DO NOT be weird or request weird stuff‼️

Characters I may write for (you can request whatever cod characters you want!!):

Jason Hudson

Russell Adler

Maxim Antonov

Ingo Beck

William Peck

Lev Kravchenko

Vladimir Makarov

Grigori Weaver

Nikolai

David Mason

John Price

Gabriel T. Rorke

Dimitri belikov

Vadim Rudnik

"Bell"

Mendo Garcia

Victor Zakhaev

Philip graves

(I'm sorry if this intro thing sucks I'm new to writing..)

#bell cod #nikolai call of duty #david mason #ingo beck #russell adler #jason hudson #grigori weaver x reader #vadim rudnik #vladimir makarov #lev kravchenko #john price #dimitri belikov #gabriel rorke #cod black ops cold war #mw2 price #philip graves #mw2 graves

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attadale · 1 year

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Mr worldwide one of my dads fr🙏🏽

Excuse my cheap meme editing😕

#call of duty #call of duty x you #cod #cod cold war #bocw #jason hudson #russell adler #call of dooty #he goin strong💪🏽#cod x reader #call of duty black ops #call of duty cold war

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fallenmistake923 · 1 year

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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

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multifandomworldsposts · 2 years

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The Kidnapper PT. 1

A/N: I’ve been actually been wanting to do this for a while now. I hope you guys enjoy this series.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Charaters:

Austin Butler as Joseph Anderson (30 y/o)

Y/N as Madison Hart (17 y/o)

Corbyn Besson as Markson Jackson (17 y/o)

Rudy Pankow as Michael Hart (19 y/o)

Olivia DeJonge as Ally Russel (17 y/o)

Tanner Buchanan as Christopher Jenkins (19 y/o)

Kevin Quinn as James Raven (18 y/o)

Jason Momoa as Jefferson Hart (47 y/o)

Kate Hudson as Melissa Hart (45 y/o)

Warning: Swearing & Child Abduction.

May 10th 2019 08:30 am

Madison’s POV

“Wake up kid!” Michael shacks me to wake up. “I’m up Mike, I’m up!” I get up out of bed and got ready for the day. Today is my dance rehearsal I’m so excited because I have a solo and it’s my first solo ever in my life! I see Mike, my brother with one of friends, aka, his buddy Christopher waiting for me. “You ready for today?” Christopher says. “I know she’s ready, she’s been practicing for like what, 3 weeks?” Michael sarcastically says. “It’s been 4 months Mike.” “I was close!” “Not even close Michael.” Chris walks downstairs, Michael and I walk downstairs to see a huge healthy breakfast with Ally, Markson, and James sitting at our table. “Are you excited about you solo Maddie!” Ally comes up to me happily. “Yeah but, the recital is tomorrow.” “We’re going to see you dance today.” Mark says. I start smiling, I’m so excited for them to see me dance! “Now, let’s eat these eggs okay.” Melissa says.

SKY HIGH SCHOOL 10:30 AM

“We’ll be in the theater okay?” Jefferson says. “Okay dad! I know, I might see you guys.” I said. “Good luck Hon.” Markson says giving me a peck on my left cheek. My friends, brother, boyfriend, mom, and dad hugged me and my teacher leads me to backstage and I got my costumes including my solo costume and it’s so beautiful.

‘Act number 27 this is, Madison Hart performing: I Found.

60 NUMBERS LATER

I go up to my friends and parents and all I heard is “You did so good!” from everyone. “Thank you.” “You did amazing sweetheart.” My dad says giving a peck on my left cheek. “Can I steal her for a second?” Markson approaches next to my dad. My dad nods and goes to my mom. “I have a surprise for you.” “Really?” “Follow me.” Markson grabs my hand and guides me to a classroom, the classroom where we met. It’s all decorated in fairy lights. “What’s all this?” I walk to Mark. “Well, you know that’s it’s almost our 4th anniversary of dating.” I nod and smile. “And, I wanted to do something special.” “I think you’re the most sweetest man I’ve ever met in my life and all this is so sweet baby.” Mark smiles and kisses me on the lips, I kiss back. Mark tries to leave but I stop him by grabbing him left arm and saying, “Where are you going?” “Getting something I bought for you Mads.” Markson leaves me by myself. I walk around to see the fairy lights and see pictures of us together. I walk to the classroom closet and see a picture of us at our sophomore homecoming. I look around the room and I feel hands grabbing me in the closet, I start to scream and feels a hand on my mouth and hear, “If I were you, don’t scream.” I whimper.

TO BE CONTINUED….

#austin butler #fanfic #olivia dejonge #jason momoa #corbyn besson #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #fanfiction #austin butler imagine #tanner buchanan #rudy pankow #kate hudson #kevin quinn

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pricescigar · 2 years

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Jason Hudson X F!Reader

Photo taken by me

Imagine prompt: Imaging him using his tie to tie your hands and being railed on his desk in the CIA headquarters

( Imagine given by @wedonttalkabouthenry )

Jason took his tie off of him swiftly and tied her hands over your head with his tie, his eyes grazed down at you he had been wanting to do this to you for a while now. Hands tied, bent over his desk. And now wanting to rail you while doing so, forget about the paperwork. That wasn't important now.

"God I've been wanting to do this with you for a while now…" Jason spoke softly to you, unbuckling his belt and taking his trousers off in the process.

"Jason… You have an important meeting soon, and someone will see us. Do you want that?" Y/N spoke softly looking up at him.

"No one ever dares to interrupt me, let's have some fun… I want to fuck you right here, right now. Even if we got caught, I'd still fuck you." Jason gripped onto your waist firmly, he wasted no time in taking your trousers off as well.

Y/N nodded and Jason leaned in and kissed you gingerly, his kisses were desperate, passionate and had some fire in it. He got into position and put his cock inside of your cunt, the two of you groaning in pleasure together.

"Jason…" Y/N whined softly, with your hands bound she couldn't even feel him or touch his chest like she normally would.

"Fuck…" Jason hissed softly at the feeling, it always gave him the adrenaline to keep him going. He began to thrust in and out of your core, the low frown escaping his lips as he continued. Gradually his speed accelerated, he was so hot and bothered. Having a quickie on the desk or anywhere in the CIA premises with you was a massive turn on for him.

Especially when he gave you that familiar look in his eyes, a hot, bothered, stressed; Both of you being stressed and having sex was a receiver on you, and by god you loved it when he went rough on you.

"Harder Jason… Please…" You begged him, with pleasure he took no hesitation on going harder and rougher oh you. To this point his balls slapped against his skin, with his calloused hand he covered your mouth.

"Stay quiet…" Jason whispered with a huff, you nodded, closing your eyes enduring the pleasure. His hand snuck its way under your shirt and into your bra, individually fondling your breasts and nipplea giving them the attention they deserve.

Your toes curled in pleasure and gradually wrapped their way around Jason's waist so you could be as close to him as possible. Your moans became frequent with every blow he had given you, luckily he kept his lips firmly upon yours so you could moan as loud as you want.

Hason felt himself wanting to cum inside of you already but not just yet, not until you were satisfied. He loved toying with you, teasing you, fucking you. Even when you scream out his name, he loves it too. "God, you make me feel so good…" Jason mumbled, the sweat was dripping off his face already. No doubt his shirt would have little patches of sweat too. Yet since it was a hot day, he could simply play it off as the minor heatwave.

You were overwhelmed with pleasure, your mind was all foggy. Your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head, it was so hard not to moan out loud. But the way your boyfriend used you like this, especially on his desk made it all the better. You felt yourself wanting to cum, but not until Jason had his command with you doing so. That was his most favourite thing to do with you.

"Go on, cum for me." Jason commanded feeling you were already close to your climax, he was too. When you got the command you easily came and he did too, releasing your orgasm.

Jason composed himself, finally catching his breath. And he pulled out of you gently. In the drawer of his desk he got out a few tissues where he began to clean you and himself, before he put his trousers back on. Helping you sit back up gently, kissing your cheek and untying his tie off of your hands. And from there you dressed yourself again, feeling content and happy.

"How are you feeling? Do you want anything before I go to the meeting?" Jason asked as he put his tie back on around him.

"I'm alright, and no I don't need anything… But thank you, I had fun." Y/N replied with a smile, kissing Jason tenderly and he did too, returning the kiss. He pulled away quickly to open a window or two, to get rid of the smell of sex before aporahcong bsck to you.

"I had fun too, and I'll see you later my love. We will resume tonight." Jason spoke to you, kissing you once more before he grabbed the things he needed and left his office.

You gave him a quick kiss before he left for his meeting, and smiled knowing both of you was going to be in one hell of a treat again tonight.

#call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #cod cold war #black ops #call of duty cold war #jason hudson #jason hudson x female reader

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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months

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you write characters pretty accurately so i was wondering what you think their reaction would be to reading the fanfics people write about them? also love your work💜💜

lol... thanks anon. I mean technically this is a request and I have been deleting them but-

Lookism/HTF react to their fanfics...

Disgusted

Doesn't want to think about it. Doesn't want to go anywhere near it. Leave them alone.

Johan Seong: C'mon, be serious. This edgelord will hate how people depict him. If it's accurate then he will get defensive, if it's not then he will get offended. Fluff, angst, soft, smut, doesn't matter. Does enjoy when Eden and/or Miro makes an appearance though.

Blushing

No interest in reading about it, makes them embarrassed and flustered to know that the fandom thinks about them that way.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Vasco Tabasco, Jace Park, Lineman, Brad Lee, Jerry Kwon, Han Wangguk

Flattered

Skims over fanfics. In awe, reluctantly impressed.

Jake Kim: Wow they think he's that handsome huh? That much of a green flag? Nice! A little disturbed but chuckles at Jake/Samuel shipping. What will these crazy fans think of next.

Ji Yeonwoo: Would blush but used to the thirst from his Study Newtuber days.

Ryuhei Kuroda: Damnit. Look at all the possibilities if only his dong works properly.

+ Zack Lee, Sinu Han, Eli Jang, Warren Chae, Jibeom Kwak, Jason Yoon, Kim Munseong

Doesn't give a shit

^ what more is there to say.

Samuel Seo: doesn't give a shit until he decides to compare how popular he is next to Jake Kim. And then... wtf! Prepare for another mental breakdown. Jake/Samuel shipping? He hates it. (Hates it less when he's the top though.)

Gun Park: Gives zero fucks. Barely reacts when they mention him as a dom. Well, of course. Have you seen him? Cracks the tiniest smirk when he realises the fandom likes to write Goo as the whiniest mf-ing sub ever.

+ James Lee, Hudson Ahn, Jihan Kwak, Xiaolong, Baek Hangyeol, Seong Taehoon, Lee Jinho, Seo Haesu

Expected, surprised there isn't more.

They have fans, they have ego, they have a reputation. Of course they would expect fanfics of them.

+ Vin Jin, DG, Baek Seongjun

Writes their own

Goo Kim: Excuse me?? Why are there so many Gun simps and so few Goo simps? He doesn't even care how he is depicted.

This degenerate will write whatever to push his numbers up. X reader, canon shipping, him breaking the verse. Anything.

Sinu Han: writes the Jake/Samuel fics

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #viral hit #viral hit headcanons #how to fight #how to fight headcanons #wannaeatramyeon #lookism hc

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 9 months

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CoD Cold War Masterlist

Alex Mason

Nothing yet

Lawrence Sims

Nothing yet

Frank Woods

Nothing yet

Helen Park

Nothing yet

Russel Adler

Nothing yet

Lazar Azuolay

Nothing yet

Jason Hudson

Nothing yet

#cod cold war #cod cold war x reader #alex mason x reader #cod black ops cold war #lawrence sims x reader #frank woods #frank woods x reader #helen park #helen park x reader #russell adler x reader #russell adler #lazar azuolay #lazar azuolay x reader #jason hudson #jason hudson x reader

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quizzyisdone · 1 year

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Take On Me | Fem! Bell Reader x Frank Woods

A/N: Hi!! I know it has been forever since I post for BOCW and honestly, I miss it a lot. Adult life just doesn't really lend itself well to having creative hobbies (shocking). But here's a little something for Valentine's Day that definitely is not projection at all :) Masterlist Pairing: Fem! Bell Reader x Frank Woods Word Count: 3.2k Synopsis: Woods has always hated Valentine's Day -- it's just a pathetic marketing gimmick for big businesses to take your money and for society to make you feel bad if you spend it alone. Bell, on the other hand, would beg to differ. Warnings: Strong language, mentions of alcohol, Woods is a jackass at one point but don't worry he makes up for it

*Title inspired by Take On Me, by a-ha

You walked glumly down the sidewalk, attempting to avert your eyes from the restaurants that lined the streets, young couples all enjoying a nice Valentine’s Dinner inside. Even the damn weather was romantic.

Light flurries of snow cascading around everyone, intricate snowflakes landing delicately in your hair and onto your coat. It wasn’t bone-chilling cold either, perfect for a stroll down the street, holding hands with the one you loved. Warm yellowish hues from inside the various buildings emanated onto the street, along with the sound of laughter and idle chatter as well. It would’ve been the perfect atmosphere to set the mood for a date with Woods. The idyllic late winter day.

You clutched the brown paper bag filled with his favorite beer to your chest, careful so as not to drop it. It was your little Valentine’s Day gift, small and inconsequential enough to play off as just a kind gesture and completely not at all related to the present holiday. Admittedly, your feelings were a little hurt when Woods had gone off on a sarcastic tangent about how much he hated Valentine’s Day the other day and that it was just a stupid corporate holiday.

He was kind of right, but it was still fun to celebrate, at least for you. A nice little date, free from the worries of either of your jobs or maybe at least a gift from Woods would have been nice. You two had never even been in the same state, or even country for that matter, during the holiday since you started dating.

Maybe missing Valentine’s Day was kind of your fault anyways, since after his little joking tangent both of you agreed not to celebrate or do anything -- it was just a normal day. Ironic, considering a day with Woods could scarcely be considered normal due to your work with the CIA and his with the Marines. A normal day wasn’t getting called into work and both of you just sitting on the couch, too exhausted to truly spend time with each other in a manner other than physically being in the same room.

Truthfully, life had been rather boring lately, your relationship wasn’t missing love per se, but it was missing that old excitement.

You turned off of the street and into the apartment building where you shared a flat with Woods. After climbing up two flights of stairs and finding your door, you reached into your coat pocket for your keys, opening to the door to find Woods putting his own jacket on and grabbing the keys to his truck.

“Hey babe.” He said, barely giving you a glance in acknowledgment as he tied his boots.

“Hi.” You said, confused and frowning. You crossed your arms. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, over to this dive bar with Adler, he just got back into town, thought I’d get a drink with him.” Woods explained, none the wiser to how upset you were. You harshly placed down the brown bag. “Uh, what’s in the bag?” He asked.

“Something I got for you. I wanted to do something nice for you.” You crossed your arms and put on the angriest expression you could muster to hide how defeated you felt. He opened it, revealing a six pack of his favorite imported beer, very difficult and expensive to get in America. Instead of a smile and a thank you, he furrowed his brows, frowning.

“We weren’t supposed to get each other anything.”

“It wasn’t for Valentine’s Day. It was meant to be a nice gesture” You spat, stomping off and into the living room adjacent to the foyer. “Not even a fucking thank you.” You whispered under your breath.

“Thank you?” He yelled from the other room, following you, now clearly just as angry as you. “We agreed not to get anything for each other. I don’t fucking want your gift if you’re just going to be an ass about it.”

“I went to seven different liquor stores across the entire Philadelphia city limit in the snow and paid nearly fifty dollars for a six pack of special imported beer that you’d go through in one sitting because I knew this was your favorite and now you don’t want it. Some gratitude would be nice. ”

“Why would I want it if you’re gonna act like a bitch?” Woods bellowed. ‘Bitch’ had hit a nerve, he had never called you that before, but then again the two of you never got into any bad arguments before. Regardless, you stood your ground.

“Maybe I’m acting like a bitch because your first response was to chastise and question me for getting you a present and now you’re yelling at me.”

“I didn’t even want to celebrate Valentine’s!”

“Maybe I did because I never get to be with you anymore, you’re always too tired or too busy to fucking be my partner.” Your pitch became quieter and you suddenly became aware of the tears streaming down your cheeks in a torrential downpour. “You haven’t touched me in forever. I miss you. I wanted to celebrate it with you, I never got to experience any of this.” You said through clenched teeth.

Evidently, the tears did not sway Woods, as he continued yelling.

“Well I have and it’s not that fun. Sorry I’m exhausted from saving the entire fucking free world, Bell.” He retorted.

You scoffed.

“Get off your fucking soapbox, Woods. You and I do the exact same thing, and I still make time for you.” You turned your body away from him facing the wall, not even wanting to see him. “It’d be nice if you could do that for me too.”

“I do!” He explained, almost childlike in his declaration -- like a toddler so boldly claiming that the sky was green because he said so.

“When was the last time you even took me out when it wasn’t my idea?” Woods paused, attempting to remember (to which he couldn’t). “See? You don’t even remember. Go and hang out with your buddy, don’t bother coming back if you don’t want me anymore. I’ll get the hint.” You said dejectedly, walking off to your bedroom but stealing a glance at Woods, who only glared daggers at you, brows furrowed, looking almost annoyed with you.

You lightly shut your bedroom door the exact moment Woods slammed the front door shut, the vibration of which could be felt against the wall and you could hear a distant clang and glass shatter. You placed your back against the wood, slowly sliding down into the floor and placing your head between your knees, sobbing.

You instantly regretted that ultimatum you just gave him, Woods was the only person you have after MK-Ultra, while he had everyone. He didn’t need you, you needed him. To ground you, to keep you sane.

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Woods stomped off to his truck, angrily shoving the key into the ignition. The drive to the bar was erratic and rage-filled, as he gripped the steering wheel with an iron clasp and swore under his breath, muttering counter arguments that he could’ve used in an attempt to justify his actions.

Arriving at the bar, he slammed the door shut, scanning the front of the building for Adler, whom he found almost immediately, nursing a cigarette as per usual. The person who stood next to him, however, utterly enraged Woods. Fucking Hudson.

Despite himself, Woods strided to where they were standing, waiting for him.

“Hey Adler.” He greeted the scarred man. Adler nodded back in acknowledgement.“The fuck you doing here, Hudson?”

“Well aren’t you in a great fuckin’ mood.” Hudson retorted, jabbing Woods’s shoulder. “Come on, we can argue inside when we’re sat down and drunk.”

Woods reluctantly obliged him, opening the door and scanning the room for a table, considering the bar was completely full. He found a high top table and sat down, beckoning for a server, for which he ordered three whiskeys and a round of shots for the table.

Silence ensued for a brief moment before Adler broke it.

“So why the hell are you in a bad mood this time, Woods?” He asked, exasperated in a way that indicated that it wasn’t so uncommon for the sergeant to swing by in a sour mood. Woods immediately went on the defensive.

“The more important question is why the fuck Hudson is here? Don’t you have a wife and kids to celebrate Valentine’s with? She pissed at you too?” Woods spat, and Hudson sighed deeply.

“So that’s what this is about.” Adler chuckled to himself.

“If you have to know, Jenny’s not in town right now,” He explained. “Few days ago she was really upset and needed a vacation, so I told her I’d watch the kids while she went down to her mother’s house for some alone time.”

“Oh and so I guess you just left the kids at home by themselves.” Woods retorted, realizing belatedly that his statement was a bit unfair. For all his faults, he had always known the man to be a devoted husband and father. Hudson rolled his eyes.

“What kind of father do you take me for? This sixteen year old girl down the street needed some pocket money so I’m paying her to babysit them. Happy?” He rolled his eyes and Woods let the matter drop. “So now that I’ve answered your question, what has put you in an even worse mood than usual? Is it Bell?” Hudson asked.

Woods groaned. “Yes, okay? We got into a fight.”

“About?” Adler beckoned Woods to explain.

“Well,” He began. “So a few weeks back, right? I went off on some rant that Valentine’s Day is stupid and we agreed to not celebrate it. But today I guess she went back on her word and got me a gift and made me look like an asshole for not getting her anything. Then we got into a fight. That’s it.”

“That can’t be it.” Hudson scoffed. This time it was Woods’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Fine.” He huffed. “Words were… exchanged.”

“And what the hell exactly did you say to her?” Adler piped up. Woods rolled his eyes again, slamming his beer bottle down.

“Fine.” He huffed, beginning to regale every single gritty detail of a five minute fight, seeing as Hudson and Adler would’ve pried everything out of him some way or another. Throughout his story, Woods kept stuttering over his words, pausing, taking deep breaths. He still couldn’t get over that ultimatum.

“You called her a bitch?” Hudson stared at Woods, his eyes glaring daggers.

“That was your first mistake.” Adler snickered.

“No, that was his hundredth mistake. Your first mistake, Woods, was ranting about Valentine’s Day in the first place.” Hudson paused, noticing the very displeased expression of the man across from him. Not wanting to get into a bar fight tonight, he chose his next words carefully. “Hear me out, I can tell you every reason why you’re wrong, if you want. If you don’t, that’s fine. Drink your pain away and let your relationship with Bell go down the drain.”

Tense silence filled the air as Woods retreated back into his head. He certainly hates Hudson, doesn’t think the man does a damn thing right, but he’s been married for the better half of a decade for a reason, right? Woods slowly nodded his head, it couldn’t hurt to hear the man out, and besides, even in his rage, even after the ultimatum you gave him, losing one of the only people he actually cared about was one he couldn’t bear.

“Okay. Well, as we all well know, Bell doesn’t remember anything about her life.” Hudson glanced at Adler, who suddenly found a keen interest in the glass of whiskey in front of him. “And in the past three years, she hadn’t been able to celebrate any holiday other than Christmas last year because of schedules. Everything is a first for her, making it special to her. So your first mistake was ranting about Valentine’s Day.”

“Wh- How?” Woods sighed.

“Jesus Christ you’re so fucking dense.” Hudson mumbled to himself, rubbing his forehead. “It’s her first and she has someone who she loves dearly to celebrate it with. Probably felt like a gut punch. And still yet, she tried to make it special in spite of you. You practically spat on her for it. You called her a bitch and yelled instead of just accepting it and spending the night with her. That’s all she wanted.”

Oh. Maybe he was onto something.

“You are all Bell has.” Hudson stressed, the way he was explaining the situation to Woods, you would think he has experienced this exact situation. Perhaps he has, Woods did find that break up letter to Hudson from some girl like fifteen or so odd years ago. “And she’s probably feeling pretty neglected.”

“So why do you all of the sudden like Bell?” Adler asked, shame from the mention of what he did to you still painted on his expression.

“I like her well enough, and she’s proven herself.” Hudson took a sip from his drink and laughed softly. “But I like proving Woods wrong more.”

“Shut the fuck up, baldilocks.” Woods grumbled and Adler snorted, while Hudson let out a small chuckle at the creative insult. “I’ve gotta go.”

Unceremoniously, Woods removed himself from the high barstool, fumbling in his pocket for his wallet. He placed a twenty on the table, leaving without a word.

“Y’know he’s never gonna admit that sometimes you’re right.” Adler said, a cigarette between his teeth as he popped open his zippo lighter.

“I know.”

Woods glanced down at his watch as he approached the door to your shared apartment. It was only seven when he left. Fuck. He hoped you might still be awake. As quietly as he could, with a bouquet in one hand and his keys in the other, he unlocked the door.

“Bell?” He whispered, hoping to hear at least a TV or the radio playing. Instead, it was dark, with only a small glow emanating from the oven light in the kitchen. “Babe?”

No answer. Shit. He set his keys down on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room and turned on a lamp. Gingerly, he made his way to your shared bedroom, opening the door softly.

On the bed, he found you asleep, facing towards the door and your hand lazily resting on the pillow on his side. He sighed, it was clear you had fallen asleep crying, your eyes puffy and cheeks red even in sleep. Woods took off his boots, setting down the bouquet on the nightstand.

As stealthily as a man of his size could manage, he crawled into bed, facing towards you. He held the hand that was resting on his side in his own hand, bringing it to his, softly kissing your knuckle.

“Bell.” He rested his free hand on your hip, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. Woods smiled softly as your eyes fluttered awake. Instead of returning his soft gestures, you simply grumbled, taking back your hand and flipping over on your other side. He didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t that. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re drunk. Go to bed, you'll feel differently in the morning.” You said, sniffling and barely audible.

“I didn’t drink anything. Baby girl, I am so fucking sorry.” He scooched closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush to his form. “I’m sorry for complaining about Valentine’s, I’m sorry for the beer, I’m sorry for calling you a bitch, I’m sorry for being a fucking jackass to my girl.”

Silence ensued for a few minutes, only interrupted with your occasional sniffle. You sighed, sitting up and facing towards him. You gave a sad smile.

“Frank, I just want us to be normal.” Your voice cracked as the tears began again. “I don’t want this shitty military stuff anymore. I just want to be a normal couple who does normal couple things.”

“Oh, baby girl. Honey, I am so sorry.” He shushed as he sat up, holding you in his arms so tightly, as if he was afraid you’d shatter into dust and leave him forever if he didn’t.

“Baby, we can be normal. I’ll take you to the movies, I’ll take you on more dates, I’ll bring you flowers, I’ll win you the biggest stuffed animal at the fair, I’ll even celebrate Valentine’s Day with you.” He kissed your temple, pulling you even closer as sobs racked your body. “Please, I just need you in my life.”

“Please don’t ever leave me.” You whimpered.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.” He held you, strong and steadfast, guilt from the events that transpired earlier sweeping over him. “I couldn’t live without you. God, I’m so fucking sorry, baby girl.”

“Me neither.” The two of you remained there, locked in an embrace and peacefully silent. For hours, you felt as if he was going to leave you, and without him, you’d quite literally have nothing. Without him, you’d have to crawl back to the man that hurt you the most.

To have the normally gruff, brash Marine sergeant here, admitting to you how much he needed you in his life, it almost felt that for once in your life, that you were a normal person. Not some brainwashed freak.

“I got you a present.” He pulled his head back to look at you. A soft smile creeped across your features. “It’s not as good as those beers you got me,” He reached over the nightstand, presented the bouquet of flowers. “And it took me forever to find, considering every florist was either closed or sold out. But you deserve this, and so much more.”

“Oh, Frank. They’re perfect. Thank you so much.” You gave him a quick peck, looking over the bouquet with a proud smile on your face. Your first flowers from him.

“Bell, I also have a very important question for you.” He smiled earnestly at how your eyes were lit up, just from flowers. You nodded, beckoning him to ask. “Will you be my Valentine?”

Your happiness turned into straight glee as you practically exploded with joy.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You exclaimed, pushing him down and straddling him. You giggled and peppered his face with little kisses all over as he grinned, chuckling along with you. “Of course I will.” You said softly, pulling back as you placed the flowers on your side’s nightstand.

You returned to his side, cuddling up flush against his chest as he smiled down at you, like today never even happened. Your hands drew small circles on his chest and you sighed contentedly, this was a feeling that you had missed these past few months. Just you and Woods -- nothing else.

“Baby?” He hummed. You let your eyes close, the threat of sleep drawing ever near.

“M’yeah?”

“We’ll do something more fun tomorrow, okay?” Woods grinned as he also let his eyes close, pulling you even tighter towards him.

“This is good enough for me.” You lazily smiled against his chest.

So needless to say I'm odds and ends But I'll be stumbling away Slowly learning that life is okay

#pls excuse the title but tbh idc if the song is a giant meme #the lyrics just fit a wood x bell ship so nicely #frank woods #frank woods x reader #frank woods x bell #russell adler #jason hudson #bocw #black ops cold war #cod #call of duty #quizzy writes

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