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dylan’s love for the office perks being recontexualized as being driven by his innate need to feel like he’s excelling because of his insecurities around being “a fuckup” or that he isn’t good enough. and the perks are concrete proof that he can actually do something well. im feeling ill
#that entire scene was agonizing jesusssssss#OKAY BUT LISTEN. he’s driven to do better by the people he loves. but in the office he doesn’t have that.#so the finger traps are the next best thing. UNTIL THEY BECOME FRIENDS and irving becomes dylan’s favorite perk.#AND the plaque thing he got made of all of them at the end of s1. god.#and now hes doing it REALLY because he wants to help his wife and kids JUST LIKE outie dylan. goddd fuccgggkk he will never be free of lumon#dylan g i love u#and like. his wife must be so. i can’t even imagine how she’s thinking#severance spoilers#severance season 2#severance#&
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how i met your mother — gojo satoru
contents. fluff, meet ugly, established relationship, highschool!gojo in flashback, gojo just loves his wife and everyone is sick of it
notes. this is apart of my indulge me series but everything can be read as a standalone!
“you forgot to give me a kiss this morning,” your husband pouts from your lap before puckering his lips out, “i’ll need a thousand more to compensate!”
just a couple meters away from you, paper crinkles harshly as nanami, your fellow colleague, flips the page on the newspaper he’s reading. you hear a heavy sigh leave his lips. “i missed it when you both hated each other,” he readjusts his glasses with one hand tiredly. he’s disappointed, but not surprised with satoru’s behavior.
this comment causes itadori, who happened to be hanging out in the teacher’s lounge to perk up.
“gojo-sensei and gojo-san hated each other?” he sits up straight on the couch. the pink haired boy looks between you and satoru, who is purring happily as you play with his hair. “i can’t imagine that..” he mumbles quietly. he was, unfortunately, a first hand witness of gojo’s love for you.
the white haired male that was comfortably nestled in your lap looks up at you, “ah! she tried so hard to resist my charms, but this handsome face won in the end!” his loud boast leads you to cover his mouth with the palm of your hand.
“that couldn’t be farther from the truth,” you press your palm harder against his mouth, determined to silence his protests.
nanami easily ignores his senior’s muffled whines while itadori looks at his sensei in pity. marriage must be tough, he thinks.
you only lift your hand off of his mouth with a shriek when satoru decides to lick your palm. he smirks proudly at himself causing the other two males in the room to grimace at the strange display of affection.
“darling, you hated me?” his eyes blink up at you innocently, blue eyes on full display. you purse your lips together, resisting whatever game he was playing at. from the moment you stepped into the lounge with him, he insisted on taking his blindfold off. he argues that he has to see you with his own eyes or he’ll die. you argue that he’s dramatic. nonetheless, satoru was cute so you’ll let him get away with it.
“hate is a strong word– i just didn’t like you very much. we got off on the wrong foot, might i remind you.”
2005 — year one at tokyo jujutsu tech
meet at 1 chome-1-1 dogenzaka, shibuya city, tokyo
that was written in the letter addressed to you from yaga. the bustling streets of tokyo, filled with the cacophony of hundreds of conversations and the rush of oncoming traffic, were a stark contrast to the serene country life you had enjoyed.
the sheer mass of people in the street made it nearly impossible for you to spot your teacher and future classmates, but the heavens above must be on your side because you spot a dark uniform in the corner of your eye, similar to the one you’re wearing.
a jujutsu tech uniform! without wasting a second, you weave your way through the crowd to the tall figure. upon closer inspection, you find that it was a boy with snow hair, a juxtaposition to the dark fabric of his uniform.
“excuse me, but are you by any chance from–” you tap on the abnormally tall frame from behind.
“not interested.” he doesn’t spare you a glance before walking away. it takes you a minute to process what had just happened. did he just–? that must have been a figment of your imagination. you feel as though you were shell shocked.
another voice joins the conversation, “oh, gojo, you found her.” it was another guy with a uniform just like the white haired boy and yours. he has notable bangs, you think.
“did i? she must be a real weakling. i couldn’t even sense her cursed energy,” gojo now turns back to look at you.
a surge of irritation courses through you, your grip on your skirt tightening. this guy must be some spoiled brat that came from a special lineage. you shoot him a sharp glare from the corner of your eyes, only to find out that he too had a sharp gaze on you.
a low whistle comes out of his mouth.
“oh,” there is a noticeable change in the tone of his voice. from your peripheral vision, you notice him take off his round sunglasses. “hey.” you want to laugh.
out of pure pettiness, you recycle his previous comment, “not interested.”
thankfully, another student arrived, this time it was a girl with short brown hair. she waved at you politely, to which you happily smiled. it was nice to know that there were some people left in this world with manners.
soon after her arrival, yaga comes.
“hello, i’m [last name] [first name] from kyoto. please take care of me!” you bow before everyone but gojo or whatever his name is. you come to find out that mr. bangs is actually geto and the pretty girl is ieiri.
“you didn’t tell me she was hot,” gojo not-so-quietly whispers to geto. the hand over his mouth is in vain because you can still hear him clearly. both ieiri and geto make a distasteful face.
you look around confused. it’s not everyday you receive such a brash compliment, “...thank you?”
there’s a slightly horrified look on gojo’s face when he realizes that you had heard him, but he recovers quickly, replacing it with a cheshire grin.
“say, have you been to shinjuku? i’m sure a country bumpkin like you wouldn’t know, so allow me to–”
there’s only so much patience in your body. with a deep breath and your best passive aggressive smile, you utter, “no thanks.”
he blinks. once. twice. you assume he is not used to rejection with the way he has yet to process it.
a soft chuckle leaves his mouth, “playing hard to get, i see. i like a challenge.”
“that’s not really the case.”
“one date,” he announces with a playful smirk, raising a single finger in emphasis.
you’re on the verge of shaking your head in rejection, but before you can, yaga intervenes, swiftly and unceremoniously slapping the back of gojo’s head.
“kids these days,” he mutters under his breath while gojo rubs the wound painfully. you snicker.
gojo straightens up when the sound of your laughs reaches his ears. his eyes track the sound waves back to your face, only to be disappointed when he sees that your attention is on geto.
unlike gojo, geto was trying to salvage what was left of a good first impression. the black haired male smiles awkwardly, leading you away from his strange friend, “so you’re from kyoto? why didn’t you attend the jujutsu tech there?”
from behind you, there’s an incredulous, “eh? and lose a beauty like that to the kyoto guys?”
you’re nearly certain that a blood vessel is about to pop. but you swallow your frustration, choosing to answer the only sensible boy you’ve met today.
“i’m trying to avoid clan matters, so kyoto is the last place i want to be,” you explain to geto who nods understandingly.
what you don’t see is the sneaky wink he sends back at a fuming satoru.
2018 — present day
your recollection must not have been accurate, because your husband is sulking by the end of your story.
“hmph. that’s not how i remember it.” he crosses his arm with a huff.
“how do you remember it? do tell.” you look down at him. there’s a cheeky glint in his eyes, like you’ve just walked into his trap.
there’s a cheeky glint in his eyes, like you’ve just walked into his trap. “i remembered cherry blossoms falling and more hearts floating around,”
you smack his shoulder.
“be serious!”
he waves his hand in the air to stop your playful attacks, “fine, fine!”
you know that he’s secretly enjoying the attention.
“well, i’m quite the looker so it was common for girls to constantly gush over me y’know?” he grins. you did not find that amusing, retracting your hands from his hair. he immediately grabs your hand and places it back on his head.
“let me finish!”
you resume your handiwork on his head reluctantly. “go on.”
there’s a content smile on his face, “i thought you were just trying to hit on me! it was only after i took a good look at you, i realized that you were totally hot.”
“i can’t believe i married you.” you roll your eyes, but there is no malice behind the action.
“hah–” his mouth is wide open. “i’m a total catch, ya’ know?!”
“mhm, yeah. you are a catch toru,” you coo while pinching his cheek and he blushed furiously.
the two of you are too engrossed with each other to notice the horrified look that has settled on nanami’s face. one peaceful afternoon, he thinks. one peaceful afternoon is all he asks for.
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yuji respects gojo as his teacher, but he still can’t believe that gojo was able to pull you.
there have been multiple occasions where you had forgotten to give satoru a goodmorning kiss, each time he finds you and forces you to actually give him a dozen to compensate. it doesn’t matter if he was on a mission or teaching (he’s annoying like that).
gojo’s the pride of the gojo clan so he was spoiled rotten, hence the reason why he was so sure you were into him.
this is only the start, as your high school years go by, he only falls harder.
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GOOD FOR YOU
PAIRINGS: nicholas alexander chavez x fem!reader
TYPE: social media au
A/N: saw an edit of him w/ this song and had to make a smau based on it:)
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behindtheblinds: All eyes on him! Nicholas Alexander Chavez @nicholasalexanderchavez — the next cover star of our new HIGH ROMANCE FW 24 issue —
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Can I request and Alastor x reader where she was his wife when they were alive but she ends up in heaven while in her early 20’s due to being murdered on her way home from his radio station one night. She never knew about Alastor’s crimes but she finds out about the extermination at the meeting Charlie has with heaven and sneaks down during the next extermination not knowing if Alastor is still alive or not? Maybe some magic like reader singing No Good Deed from Wicked trying to prevent Alastor from being harmed or killed? Once they find each other I can’t imagine Alastor ever letting her leave again, not even to heaven. Can I request a bit of fluff and maybe NSFW to make up for the time spent apart? Thank you!
Title: Ruined Redemption
Warnings: 18+! NSFW, angel!wife Reader, fem!reader, reader & Alastor married, mention of past life, mention of death, demon!alastor, fluff, creampie, rough sex, French, Heaven & Hell, am i missing something????
”You sure you dont want me to walk you home cher? I can wrap up right now” Alastor said as you pressed your soft lips to his cheek. You reassured him you would be fine. That you were perfectly capable of getting home without him escorting you. “No no ill be fine promise. Just dont stay too late hmm? I would love to have my husband in our bed for once when the sun ain’t risin’” you said, glaring at him playfully.
He chuckled, nodding ”Be careful on your way home cher, it ain’t safe for a doll like yourself to be roamin’ the streets at this time of night” Alastor said as you waved goodbye.
“I love you”
The stars twinkled in the sky as you stared up at them.
You blinked, raising a weak hand up to them.
Blood.
You were bleeding.
You had took a shortcut to get home and a man had grabbed you into a dark alleyway.
He tried to take advantage of you but you resisted, angry that you wouldn’t be a easy target he slit your throat so you wouldn’t cry out, leaving you to bleed out onto the cold concrete.
Your wedding ring shined at you. You let out a gurgle,
Alastor…
You use to think that people were lyin’ when they said your life flashed when times of death, but tears welled in your eyes as every memory of you and Alastor came to your mind.
The night you met Alastor was the last one you saw as you heaved your last breath.
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”Did you forget Hell is forever?”
You sat at the council meeting as the princess of Hell tried to reason with Sera. You were saddened that the Angels went down and executed the soul of the damned.
You thought the idea of rehabilitating souls was a good idea.
You had waited years to see Alastor, but you quickly became concerned when each year he didn’t pass through those pearly gates.
Alastor was in Hell. At least you had hoped.
You heard that the next extermination was soon and you plotted to descend to Hell to find your lost lover.
Alastor please be okay
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Hell wasn’t as bad as you thought.
You quickly found the hotel the princess hosted and knocked on the door.
”Oh why hello- wait you’re-” Charlie stuttered.
You gave her a smile. You must have looked ridiculous, an Angel at her door and with the extermination approaching.
”D-Do you know Alastor?” You asked, almost pleading that you hoped your lover was at her hotel.
She blinked and nodded, letting you inside.
”I thought your idea was bees knees by the way”you said as she ushered you to sit on a couch.
”W-Why thank you! But…how do you know Alastor?” She asked.
You fiddled with your ring. “Well you see I’m his-”
”Darlin’? ” a voice interrupted you.
You almost broke your neck turning around. You let out a gasp “A-Alastor?”
A tall red demon stood in the archway.
He was dressed in all red, save for the few black accents.
His face dawned shocked, though his smile never faltered. But you saw it was tense.
You stood up and approached him.
Theres no way this was your Alastor…
You subconsciously reached a hand to his face “A-Alastor…is it really you?”
He leaned into your touch, grasping your wrist softly
”Mon cher…”
Your eyes welled with tears and you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him as you buried your face in his chest.
Still in shock, Alastor wrapped his lanky arms around you.
Whiskey and sandalwood. That was the scent that flooded your nose, same scent that always clung to him.
”I t-thought i would never see you again” you cried.
”what are you doing here?” You asked
He smiled “I should be askin you the same thing. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be down here”
You didn’t even realize that an audience had gathered.
”what’s white wings doing down here?”
You eased your grip on him, actually taking him in.
He looked nothing like your Alastor, but you knew it was him.
”Oh baby what could you have done to land yourself in hell?” You asked.
The tall spider gave a laugh “Freaky face there is one of hell’s most powerful Overlords toots”
Alastor glared at him before looking down at you “Its a rather unpleasant story my dear, but I guess I should tell you now”
And tell you he did.
You wouldn’t have thought that your Alastor was the one who had once terrorized your city.
Your husband was…You had married a killer.
”regret marrying me doll?”he asked at your shocked face.
You shook your head “Never” you gave him a smile “But you’re at a hotel that promotes soul redemption?”
He laughed “Just a little investment of mine to pass the time. I have no notion to redeem my soul”
This caused you to panic “B-but the extermination!”
He caressed your cheek “Don’t worry about that, I wont let anything happen”
You huffed, deciding to trust him “Well aren’t you gonna introduce me?” You asked turning to give your full attention to the bunch.
”Why of course! Everyone this pretty doll is my darling wife” he beamed
”WIFE!?”
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Alastor took you on a tour of the hotel. You walked, arms interlocked as he showed you around.
You laughed when he brought you to his radio tower “Just couldn’t let it go huh?” You had said, earning a laugh.
He led you to his bedroom. You marveled at how it suited him. There was a swamp that split up the room.
A true southern man you sighed.
You sat on his bed, taking it all in.
Alastor couldn’t believe that you were here.
He thought that he would never see you again.
He had figured that you were in Heaven after a few decades.
You were his sweet little wife. You were the only good thing in his life.
He absolutely lost his mind when he was told you were killed on your way home.
He should have walked you home.
Your death weighed on him for decades. Even in death.
But here you were.
You hadn’t changed a day. Well the wings and halo were new.
”Mon cher…” He approached you, voice dropping the static and kneeled before you.
You were real and you were here.
His arms wrapped around your waist as he laid his head on your lap.
Your hands found his hair, massaging his scalp. You tickled at his ears and giggled when they twitched.
”je suis désolé mon amour. je suis tellement désolé que tu aies connu un sort aussi cruel. si j'étais juste rentré à la maison avec toi... je suis vraiment désolé” his heart was pounding as he nuzzled into your stomach.
You smiled at his words. You cupped his cheeks, lifting his face to yours “it wasn’t your fault Al. Things happen. All that matters is that we are together again. ‘Ill defy death itself to be with you," were our vows remember?”
Alastor moved quickly. He gently pushed you onto your back as he climbed over you.
”tell me…tell me our vows again”
He tugged at his bow tie and stripped off his jacket, you retracted your wings as you watched him
”A-Al?” You whispered, suddenly breathless.
”please…tell me our wedding vows”
”From the moment our paths crossed, it was always you.
It was the moment we met that I saw everything.
Our future.”
He unbuttoned his dress shirt.
“You were everything i ever dreamed of and became so much more.
I love you.”
He leaned down to kiss you
“Heaven and Earth cannot compare to how much I love you.
Through the good and bad, Ill always love you.
I give my heart and soul to you to cherish for an eternity ”
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he peppered wet kisses along your neck
”Ill reap the Earth to and tear the Heavens apart to remain bound to you”
You gasped as he nipped your shoulder
”This love I give can never die. For Ill defy death itself to forever be with you.”
he buttoned your shirt, brushing a thumb over your nipples. A shiver ran through you.
”For death itself could never part us.
I am yours forever and always and ill raise Hell if death tried to part us ”
You moaned softly as he took a nipple into his mouth.
“Alastor…”
The rest of your clothing was quickly removed.
You almost wanted to cover yourself.
When was the last time you were intimate with Alastor?
You felt like you were on your wedding night all over again.
”You’re as beautiful as when you were alive my dear”. He whispered, spreading your thighs.
You jumped feeling his hand skim your exposed clit.
You were embarrassed with how wet you were.
he still had that effect on you, even in the afterlife.
Your breath hitched as he dipped a finger inside you
Alastor groaned, you felt just as you did before.
You pulled him to your face, your face flushed and eyes lidded. Your soft lips met his as he worked your cunt.
”Alastor please” you whined against his lips.
You were always such an impatient thing.
But he would never deny you.
He growled ”If I fuck you Ill never let you go. You’ll never see those pearly gates again if you let me have you. So tell me you don’t want this, you don’t want me and Ill stop” he shimmied out of his pant, freeing his cock.
Alastor was lying. Even if you told him to stop and you didn’t want this he would never let you go back to Heaven.
Not when he just got you back.
Your lips met his again, the kiss was filled with longing and passion.
”I never want to be without you again”
He slammed his lips on yours again as he slid his cock into you, swallowing your squeal as you took him.
Fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk
He gave a few soft thrusts to make sure you adjusted well to him.
You panted into the crook of his neck. Nails clawing into his back as he rocked into you.
A cry ripped from your throat as he gained momentum.
”Aahh!”
This was different. So different from when you were alive.
Alastor was always passionate in bed with you, but this…this was so…you couldn’t even describe it.
a word popped into your head.
Divine
The way he fucked you told of how much he had missed you.
Decades of being apart melting away as he pounded into you.
You locked your ankles behind his waist.
”You always take me so good cher. So so so good” He moaned into your ear.
The sound of skin hitting skin and your soft moans filled the air.
His cock hit that soft sweet spot inside you making you wetter.
”Ill ruin you. Fuck you til you’re drenched in me. Until your very scent is covered in me.” a harsh thrust brought him to be buried to the hilt.
Alastor smirked as your cunt fluttered
”You want that doll? To be ruined? To never see Heaven again? Hmmm you’ll throw away your salivation to be fucked by a demon like me?”
The telltale squelch of your cunt was his answer.
He would be damned if he ever let you out of his sight again.
His pace turned rough, he could feel himself changing.
”Alastor?” You felt him get bigger. His body morphed and when you looked at him, he expected fear.
But you looked in awe as he turned into his demon form.
Antlers big as willow branches, eyes black and glowing red like dials. He was disheveled.
He looked like a wild beast.
And he was fucking you like one.
All you could do was hang onto him. Letting him take you like you would disappear.
”ooh fuck aaahh please please” you cried as he fucked you, rutting into you with so much force you swear the bed was knocking against the wall.
You felt your thighs tremble from taking his brute thrusts. That familiar tingle forming in your stomach.
were you gonna cum? Could you cum?
guess you’ll find out
Your demon husband was fucking you and you were gonna cum.
on his demon cock…oh heavens…
”Tu vas jouir, chérie ? Tu vas laisser un démon t'arracher ta libération ? Vous voulez que? hmmm? Tu veux jouir sur la bite de ton démon ? laisse-moi l'avoir chérie”
He purred, fucking into you so hard that a slight bulge was present.
He was going to break you. Ruin you.
He unhooked your legs, pushing one to your chest to get a better angle. Hitting those spots that had you seeing stars.
”A-Al! Oooh fu-fuuuck! I-I’m cumming oh my g-”
A large claw hand covered your lips
He snarled “There’s no God here sweetheart. Now. Cum”
Your body seized, feeling like a fire had set off as your organ ripped through you.
Alastor slapped his mouth over yours to eat your cries.
He thrusted into feverishly, seeking to paint your heavenly walls white with his cum as he fucked you through your orgasm.
”that’s a good girl, milking me dry”
He gently cradled your limp head, nipping at your swollen lips “where you want me cher? Cause i got half a mind to soak you in my cum”
You whined “i-inside…please cum inside me Alastor…baby please!”
He grinned “As you wish”
His pace quickened and with a low growl he emptied his cum into your cunt, sighing as he filled you til it spilled around him.
You let out a soft whine as he pulled out, wincing at the emptiness that he left behind, feeling his cum drip down your ass.
Alastor purred like an engine as he took you into his arms, basking in the afterglow as you cuddled into his side.
This is where you belonged.
By his side.
He’ll tear Heaven apart if they tried to take you back.
You were the Radio Demon’s.
Forever and always
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imagine wife demon x muzan but she feels insecure and easily replaceable (maybe bc another demon kept "bullying" her) how would muzan react
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄? — Muzan x F!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cursing, Violent behavior.
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Cute idea, love this ❤️
Lately, you had been avoiding leaving Muzan’s room in the infinity castle. He didn’t want to question why, but he couldn’t help but wonder. We’re you just being clingy, was something wrong? He didn’t think you’d be hiding or avoiding someone since you were the demon closest to him, and he prioritized you the most. He didn’t think anyone would dare mess with his wife. Every demon was well aware of your status.
“Alright, I’ll see you later darling.” Muzan said, leaning over and placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll hopefully be back by tonight.” He said, gently stroking your head before exiting the room. Today you were hoping that demon wouldn’t mess with you again when you went around the infinity castle. When you left, the second you were far enough away from Muzan’s room, you heard a familiar giggle. “Does Master Muzan seriously let you go around looking like that? Honestly, how could someone like you ever end up with someone like him? He must be toying with you.” The female demon said with a snicker. “He.. He’s not toying with me, stop speaking of him in such a manner.” You snapped back. The two of you went back and forth, the female demon practically following you around. You needed to leave the room for a moment, to take a small walk without anyone bothering you, but this woman obviously didn’t want you to.
“You know, the second he deem useless to him, your gone, right? You don’t matter to him. He only makes you feel special because you’ve had connections with that stupid flower and he wants you to get it.” She said, yawning a bit in a sassy way. “Once he knows you can’t do that—“ She giggled and slid her finger across her throat as her way of saying your dead. “Muzan would never do that to me.” You said, now making your way back to his room. “Believe whatever you want, your not even an upper moon. Right now, I bet he’s entertaining other women.” She said, finally leaving you alone when you went into Muzan’s bedroom.
That night, when Muzan returned, you couldn’t help but burst into tears when he asked what was wrong.
Muzan was shocked. He had never seen you crying before. He was lucky he had practice with his fake wives in the past, otherwise he wouldn’t know what to do with you. He sat down on the bed with you and cuddled you until you were calm enough to speak. “T-that—that woman i told you about before..” You stuttered, sniffling and whimpering. “Yes.. What about her dear?” Muzan said, with as soft of a tone possible. You sobbed, explaining everything to him. “I-I just don’t want you to replace me—I-I really am insecure..” You said. “Insecure? Darling, you’ve got nothing to be insecure about. Your the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in all my years of living. You don’t know the lengths I would go to keep you safe. Forget about that flower, even if you cannot bring it to me, i’ll still love you. No matter what.” He said, wiping away your tears and practically showering you with kisses.
Though you could feel his occasional tremble, he was shaking. You knew his was pissed off and was trying to cover it. “M-muzan… Please.. Don’t do anything harsh..” You said, looking up at him. He looked down at you and smiled, pulling you closer to his chest. “I won’t, dear.” he said. Holding you close and gently rubbing your back until you fell asleep. He kissed your forehead before leaving the room.
He was livid.
“Why is it you think your so privileged, you can go saying such bullshit to my wife when i’m not around?!” Muzan yelled, almost shaking the whole infinity castle when he slammed his hands down on his desk, his head down as he shook with pure anger. “M-master Muzan!! I never said any of that—i promis—“ Before the woman could say another word, she was cut off by his yelling. “Don’t fucking try to lie straight to my god damn face. Do you take me for a fool?!” Muzan yelled even louder, his patience fading quickly.
“Muzan..?” You whispered softly, looking up at his dark figure moving towards the bed. Your vision was blurry, but you knew it was him. He got into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Shh, go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said softly, smiling when you shifted to face him, wrapping your arms around him. “It’s.. okay..” You said in a sleepy tone, before drifting off in his arms. You couldn’t help but wonder.
Why was he covered in blood the first time he entered the bedroom and went to go shower?
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More Negan x reader pllsss😔😔😔
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Thinking of Negan who daydreams about the reader who always has the cutest outfits when she comes to visit— ♡
cw: negan x fem!reader, smut— masturbation (m) and descriptive allusions to sexual situations, very desperate and depraved Negan because he is in jail, and reader being cute and nice and just too irresistible :) + I wrote this with a little bit of Negan’s crude humor in mind. wc: 2.1k. slightly proofread.
Negan never thought he would stoop so low.
Not like some 20 year old guy living in his mom’s basement; the type he’d talk shit to then completely demolish on a game; one who drinks monsters and watches porn on the daily back in the old B.W. (Before Walkers— for those of you who are uncultured) era.
That was beneath him.
If he needed it, there was his wife of course, or some chic he could hook up with at the bar, but— let’s not remind him of that. That is a wound that needs no further reopening. He was ashamed of it and everything else he’s done enough as it is. Not to mention, it sure doesn’t help that he was reminded of every single heinous act he has ever committed in the A.W. years by the grand total 5 patrons that have visited his cell every- single-god-damn- day.
But now, there was a new thing to cause him great shame.
A girl.
You.
You who gives him his meals on Fridays—Gabriel’s day off. You who just can’t help but stay 5, 10, sometimes even 30 minutes after you give him his food because he always makes you laugh. You, one of the town’s gardeners, who throws in fresh strawberries during breakfast and an extra cob of corn during dinner when you know you shouldn’t. You who didn’t eat your cookie from Carol’s monthly batch she brought from the Kingdom because you gave it to him instead. You with your three sets of overalls and far too many sundresses, yet you only had one sunhat, one pair of gardening gloves, and one pair of waterproof boots.
You were way too generous with him and a little too passionate about your clothing to the point he thinks you must forget you’re living in the zombie apocalypse, but you were skilled, kind-hearted, and you liked to smile; you actually had conversations with him instead of that kumbaya shit Gabriel’s always on; and he’d be damned say you weren’t really pretty. Because you are. You’re real fuckin’ pretty.
And Negan was obsessed.
He thought about you constantly.
Like how he knew you must have always picked off the strawberries stems for him before you put them on his plate. And how he definitely knew you must have offered to give him his lunch and dinners on Fridays: He remembers that Gabriel told him that this would only be a morning thing, that the council advised him to have one day off because he was a new father. But, as dutiful as he is (and as weary as he was to bring someone else around Negan), he agreed only to breakfast. That way, he could sleep in, eat with Rosita and the kids, and not feel like he completely burdened someone else with a responsibility that was only meant to be his. Negan figured you were just that kind, that you must have been the one to offer up your Friday mornings to Gabriel. How you must have been the one to ask to come back two more times throughout the day, you must have. For Gabriel, of course, to help. But maybe you just liked him. He liked imagining that. In fact, he believed it.
He also liked to imagine that maybe you were dressing up for him. He sure loved your little outfits. Your overalls were your work clothes but still, you always looked so darn cute, always finding small ways to accessorize or make it feel more like your personality. It was all so innocent really, but he couldn’t help but find it incredibly sexy— how pretty and oblivious you were to how you looked, how your clothes fit you. He often daydreamed of fucking you in every single one.
The first, the overalls you wore most often for work, was full length and completely baggy on you— he figured it must have been for a man. It was old, the hem was fraying in some areas, and it did nothing for your figure really but it was soft, durable, had many pockets and you typically put scraps of ribbon or lace you found on the straps, right on the shoulder. And his favorite part, you were often wearing a crop top with it. He could always see the side of your breast, your waist, sometimes even a tiny bit more depending on how you turned. Sometimes he thought of you in that tight little floral tank of yours. How one day maybe he’d tell you to, “take it off,” and you’d obediently drop the overalls to the floor; or maybe it would be you, while you’re on your way out: you turn around, gathering up enough courage after all this time to look him in the eye as you take off your boots and unclip the straps and let the denim fall, leaving you in only that tank and your panties. He imagines how you’d push yourself into the corner where the door was, look out the small window to see if anyone was coming, and then you’d face him again, keeping eye contact as you slipped your fingers inside your underwear and started to rub your clit, fast. Wordlessly, his jumpsuit would come off too and his hand would go straight to pumping his cock. Mesmerized by the sight of you being so unlike yourself because you wanted him just that bad, so bad neither you, nor he, could speak. Only pants and moans and grunts and “fucks,” to be heard in the room.
The second and the third was an overall dress and one with shorts. The first time you wore the dress, he remembers it was a Friday that a lot of people had left town. Unfortunately a kid got lost so many people went out to search with the family. Thankfully for Negan though, this included Gabriel, Michonne, and the two other people who tended towards Negan. Gabriel had assigned you to keep a closer watch on him that day, that the days like this where the regular schedule is thrown off is the time he might try something— Gabriel is still angry at himself for the time Negan escaped— so you took it upon yourself to bring an activity: cards. After you won a second time, Negan had playfully thrown his cards on the floor, two of them slipping past the bars and past you. You had turned to see where they went and reached forward on your knees, arm extending to get them. You weren’t directly turned but Negan sure did take the small chance he got to move more towards his right and catch a closer glimpse of your exposed thighs and color of your underwear. After you left that day he imagined that right at that moment he grabs you by the hips, pushed your ass up against the bars and pushed your panties down so he could slide into you, fucking you through the bars as much as he could, probably giving the bottom of your ass red marks every time he bangs into you against the steel.
With the shorts, he thought of scenarios more or less the same as with your full length ones. The difference is that your ass looked great in those shorts and sometimes he imagined you pushing your back against the cell bars so he could push his front against it, giving him some friction. Him telling you that it’s been years, but you’re shy and scared and you don’t want to get caught so you just do that, allow him to rub against you as you look out the window to make sure no one is coming. He imagines that you can't help but start sighing, squeezing your thighs together, moaning when he wraps his arms around your waist through the bars. One hand snaking up to grope your breast while the other cups your mound over your overalls and you rock into his hand as he presses in on you hard. You almost lose your breath, taking a sharp inhale that freezes to a halt. Finally, you'd whisper, “That feels so good,” followed by a whine. And he’d respond to you in your ear, “I know, baby.” A big wet spot is slowly appearing on your jeans and you’re not even looking out the window, your eyes are rolling back until they closed and you’re just making these tiny pathetic sounds because you can’t believe how incredible his touch is, even when you’re given so little, and how bad you’ve wanted him even though you’ve tried to deny it. “No one else makes me feel like this,” you’d tell him, to which he repeats, deep, dark, and sultry as he kisses the back of your head, “I know, baby. I know.”
Lastly, there were those sundresses. Sometimes he’d see you in them when you brought him dinner. If you could, you would freshen up before your own dinner because you got off from work early and didn’t want to be in your work clothes anymore or maybe you were having dinner with friends or Gabriel and Rosita— he often treated you because of your care for Negan on Fridays. Most people liked to pretend Negan doesn't exist, or unsolicitedly proclaimed to you and Gabriel with disgust how they would never dare go anywhere near the jailhouse, that you two must be saints, so he finds what you’re doing to be a big sacrifice. Therefore, he often invites you for meals and he and Rosita are either on the look out or ask savangers to bring back any dresses in your size. But it was a time that Negan least expected to see you that he saw you in what became his favorite dress.
It was on a Wednesday. Certainly after 12am or close to it. People were asleep, but you were sneaking towards his cell. Apparently someone from work had ground some chocolate from her wife that worked as a savager. She gave you a few pieces but you never ate them and forgot about them until you were doing some late night cleaning on your day off, so you came to treat Negan. The dress you were wearing was the tiniest thing he’d seen you in. As in, it could have been a mid-length dress on Judith. It was a deep pink color, almost purple, with small flowers in a different shade of the same family all around it. It had these very short, very slightly puffed sleeves. He could tell that it was a dress that flowed out, but that didn’t stop the material from showing your curves. He knew for a fact that if you bent over you would be giving anyone behind you a show, but honestly with how much your legs were exposed, you walking around in that must have been enough to make anyone’s head turn. Immediately he started thinking about him outside of this cell, as your man, seeing you strut around town in it, how he’d push you to the side behind a house, ask you if you wore it for him, if you were trying to make him jealous, and then fuck you hard. Then he remembers that you’re offering him chocolate, and saying that you know you shouldn’t be here, so he saves those thoughts for after you leave. You start tugging on your dress, trying to make it longer and he thanks you. Truly, that was your house dress. It was always a little snug on the top so you could never wear a bra with it regardless and you had accidently washed in your sink with hot water— you had a knack for not reading clothing labels— and it shrank. You only remember how short it is now after not wearing it outside for so long and seeing how Negan’s eyes widened at you as you came in. Did you do it on purpose? you both now question. You decide it doesn’t matter, telling yourself you were just doing something nice and you run off to bed quickly. As for him, he cares as much as he doesn’t: of course he wants you to like him and he still has a big ego enough to assume you do, especially after tonight, but most importantly you just gave him more fuel for his imagination while he’s stuck here which is enough for now.
After fucking himself when you left, he still woke up rock hard the next morning. Waking up late, he had to act quick before Gabriel came with his breakfast. He used one of his favorite methods of pushing his bed to the side, and placing himself in the darkest corner of his cell, his figure facing the wall. He’d take himself out and as always, start to pump. He places his hand on the wall for leverage and he pretends he’s fucking you against the wall. He imagines that one night you say you can’t sleep and ask if you can sleep with him in his bed. How he would be such a gentleman and say that a lady wasn’t good enough to sleep in his crappy cell, but that instead he knew another way to tire you out. One the two of you could do fast so you wouldn’t get caught. That one always got him to his climax so fast— the thought of you needing him so much that you would come inside his cell, stay on his bed until morning, get in trouble for him. It would make him come like a bullet, hard and fast.
Safe to say, Negan loves Fridays.
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Yandere merman x reader x best friend
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Imagine a darling finding out she’s half-mermaid.
She lives in a small fishing village way out in he country. It’s the kind of town no one ever leaves. You’re born, grow up, and die there. Whole generations of families have lived there since long before.
Her parents are normal folks; father’s sailor and mother’s a stay-at-home wife. But since darlings family is so much like others’, she doesn’t understand why she’s so different. Her mother often jokes about how her first word was ‘sea’ and how she’d find her standing in her crib, staring out the window at the waves crashing into the cliffs.
Darling has been in a constant battle with herself her whole life. Since as long as she can remember she’s had a gripping fascination with the ocean. She can’t help it! Every night when everyone else laid sound-asleep in their beds, did she lie awake and fantasize about sneaking out and disappearing under the dark waves. No matter how hard she tried shutting these thoughts away, they always came back to haunt her.
While her mother thought is was cute and not a problem, it couldn’t be anything more. Her mother didn’t understand- as sweeet as she was. It probably stemmed from her being too busy with darlings younger siblings and doing chores, that she didn’t think of how the village spoke of her daughter. They call her strange and speak of what a waste of beauty on someone like her; she’s no good and you can’t marry her. Her mother didn’t know about how the rest of the kids teased darling. They pulled her her and pushed he on the ground. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for her to find her school books wet with sea water, since she ‘likes it so much’. The teachers didn’t care either.
The only solace darling can find is in her best friend. He always defended her agaisnt her bullies- which was practically everyone- and stayed by her side, even when he could become affected too. Darling feels he’s too good to her. The times she felt so alone, he was there to comfort her when her confidence was at its lowest. He held her when she cried and patted her back, whispering into her ear about how sweet and beautiful she is.
Then, by chance one day, she meets a merman. She is surprised- merfolk only exists in stories after all! The merman is so inhumanly beautiful. With long hair cascading down his back and a long fish tail. His tail looked very strong, he was no doubt an excellent swimmer. At first she is scared of him, she runs away-ignoring his shouts for her to come back- and keeps to herself in her room. Her family is worried and wonders if something is wrong, but she tells them it’s nothing and that she’s just a little tired. In her room, darling thinks about the merman. How is it possible for him to exist? Was she hallucinating and perhaps he wasn’t real? Are there other mythological creatures out there? After overcoming her initial fear and hesitance, she decides to go back to the beach.
The merman was still there. She dares ask how he can talk and he responds with, “My people don’t speak the way you do, but I have taught myself the language of humans. That’s how I am communicating with you.”
She asks him more questions, all of which he answers truthfully. Or, well, she hoped he wasn’t trying to deceive her. Darling even gained the courage of asking whether the stories of merfolk feastin on human flesh is true, and when the merman confirms it’s indeed true, she backs up. When he notices her alarmed state, he hurriedly add that he would never eat her.
It’s then he hits her with the most shocking reveal of her life. Apparently, he senses mer- blood in her vains.
“….n-no, that can’t be. You must be sensing wrong- I’m human..!”
He sighs. “Merfolk are very intuitive. We always recognise our own kind.”
He reveals that he suspect her of being half- merfolk since the scent of mer is strong on her. Darling thinks it’s laughable, both her parents are perfectly human. It can’t be. Like, she’d notice if one of her parents was a mythological creature with a fish tail as a lower half.
The merman tells her of old stories among his people, of mers who reproduced with humans- whether its be willingly or the human had kidnapped them. The children would always be different. On the surface they appeared like any other human, but on the inside there would constantly be a longing to return to their orgins- the ocean. Darling is conflicted. On one hand she can’t believe what she’s hearing, however, the description of the half- bloods fit her too well.
That night she confronts her father while he’s getting off work. He breaks instantly. She is shocked to discover that her father had an affair with a mermaid whilst being married to her mother. He had discovered her while fishing in an unpopular area and took her with him. He sobs that he couldn’t help it, the mermaid was so enchanting he couldn’t control himself. When the mermaid fell pregnant, he was so scared of what his wife would say when she found out, but when the child came out human, he was puzzled but relieved at the same time. He brought the baby home and played it off as finding it abondoned by the docks.
Darling can’t believe it. Her father was practically a monster. She recalled the tales of kidnapped merfolk held against their will, by the merman. She couldn’t imagine what her birth mother must’ve gone through. Her father begs her not to tell her mother because it would destroy the happy family they’d built.
In the end, she chooses to keep the secret for the time being. The right thing was to tell her mother, but it was also true that it would ruin everything and she didn’t want her younger siblings to grow up in a broken family. The only thing she wanted was for her father to leave her alone and never speak to her unless absolutely necessary. He agreed.
She begins spending all her time by the beach, in the company of the merman. She wondered what his name was, and to her bewilderment, he shrugged and said he didn’t have one. So she decides to give him one herself, Aqualor. It seemed merfolk-y enough. Luckily, the merman didn’t object and smiled instead, accepting the name.
Her best friend is worried though. He can never seem to even catch a glimpse of the love of his life anymore. Where was she? Now that they’d both grown into adults, it became harder to see each other; he had to work to support himself(and her, in the future). He felt horrible about it, but in all honesty he was a little glad the rest of the village didn’t take to her. If they did, surely she would have been taken away from him. Even if she didn’t know it, she was incredibly beautiful. It was impossible for him not to be a little biased, but she truly was the most wonderful thing he’d laid his eyes on. He could only imagine how it’d be if people actually treated her like she looked.
While her best friend felt the separation anxiety, darling count be happier. Finally she had someone who understood her fully. There was someone to relate to when she explained the urge to dive deep beneath the waves and disappear, and how pleasant water felt on her skin. Aqualor understood everything perfectly.
Her best memory was of her first swim with Aqualor. She’d been somewhat sacred in he beginning. Despite her desperate longing for the ocean, she’d never been in it much. It was quite ironic. He’d been so patient with her, never pushing or getting annoyed. He waited until she was more comfortable venturing out in the openness. Now they swam together every day, laughing and playing. Of course, Aqualor was the superior swim more out of the two of them, but darling likes to think she isn’t so shabby herself.
This is how she thought the rest of her life would be like; she and Aqualor enjoying each others company from morning to evening, while she returns home to the village every night. She didn’t have a job- no one would hire her anyway- so why not have fun with your friend? It wouldn’t be the best life, but it’d be peaceful and easy.
However, the ‘easy’ disappeared when Aqualor asked if she’d like to join him in the sea permanently.
“What? What do you mean?” She tilted her head in confusion.
The merman flipped his tail in the shallow water- his upper body was on the sand while the rest of him remained in the water. “Would you not like to come with me? We already spend so much time together, so it would hardly be any different.”
“Yeah, but I can’t just leave. I have to stay with my family.” She glanced back up and could see the tiniest snippet of houses, the village.
“You mean the father who has committed sins, a mother who doesn’t care for your feelings and siblings who forget your existence?” He harshly pointed out. His words stung.
“They’re far from perfect, I know that. But still, I can’t just vanish- I don’t even think I can survive out there!”
He grabbed her hand, his were wet and slightly webbed. It didn’t bother her though.
“Of course you can. Remember your heritage? Besides, I will be there and guide you through it. I will protect you, I will hunt for you. It will just be you and me, happy and content. Doesn’t it sound lovely?”
She went quiet and looked away, unsure.
He continued, “You alway tell me of how the humans treat you. They scorn you and say hateful words about you. That is because you are above them.” He smiled. “You do not belong here- you are mer! You should be with your people.”
“But even if I have mer-blood, I’m still human, look at me.” She stretched out her legs, flexing them and empathising their difference.
“You may have the appearance of a human, you soul, however, it is of a mermaid. You long to be free and to live the life you’ve always meant to live. They can’t keep you here in this…” his voice trailed off to disgust “cage.”
Darling sat and listened to Aqualor’s ramblings. Did he have a point? It’s not like anyone would miss her really. Her friend, yes, but he has so much else to live for. He’s not strange and everyone thinks well of him. He’ll be successful.
“So, what do you say, my coral? Will you join me?”
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blurb of hbd reader and rafe with their baby girl please 🥺
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continuation of this fic & inspired by this ask
Your eyelids flitter open, offering you a view of the white ceiling of the private hospital room you’ve been in all night. The way the light spills in through the slitted blinds tells you the sun must have just risen.
“…never feel sad or lonely,” you hear Rafe say, low and hushed.
You turn your head slightly to see your husband standing by the window, holding your bundled newborn against his chest, her eyes shut.
“And you’ll never have to wonder if we love you. You’ll know,” he mumbles.
Your heart feels both happy and sad as you overhear the words he’s whispering to your daughter, promising that she’ll never feel an absense of love like he did most of his life.
Rafe glances over to see you awake in the inclined bed, the blankets he put on you still draped over you.
“Did I wake you up?” he says, brows furrowing in concern.
“No,” you say. “I think it’s some kind of mom instinct. I keep waking up to check on her.”
He beams at you, already sure you’re going to be an amazing mother. He kisses the top of his sleeping baby’s head as he slowly walks to you, settling on the foot of the bed.
“How’d you make this?” he says in pure awe, gently lifting your daughter a bit higher on his chest.
“You helped,” you tease. “I don’t know. It’s crazy. I can’t believe she’s finally here.”
“You did such a good job,” Rafe says softly.
He thought he couldn’t possibly love you more, but the way you went through the pains of pregnancy and birth just so you two could start a family has given him an even stronger sense of admiration for you.
“Thank you,” you say tiredly.
“I’m going to give you both the best life,” he promises.
“I know,” you say with a smile. “You already are.”
The past 24 hours have been an exhausting whirlwind and you feel your eyelids getting heavy again.
“Sleep,” Rafe tells you. “I’ll wake you up when it’s time to feed her.”
“Okay,” you whisper, already dozing off.
Rafe looks down at his daughter, then his wife, and is sure he’s living somebody else’s life because he can’t possibly be lucky enough to really be sitting here.
Rafe’s mind drifts to what his mom would be doing right now. Sometimes, during big moments like these, he likes to imagine that she’s still alive, to daydream about what she’d be doing or saying in a world where her life wasn’t taken from her too soon.
In this case, he knows she’d be bringing food to the hospital, taking care of her daughter-in-law, holding her grandchild with tears in her eyes.
Rafe rubs his daughter’s small back, feeling her move with little breaths, thinking about how he’ll tell her all about the woman her grandmother was.
The pure, infinite love he feels for his baby is overwhelming, and when he realizes this is exactly what his mother felt for him, his throat tightens.
It’s like this little girl was sent to him from his mother as a testament of a parent’s love, a reminder that she always adored him, that she would never blame him for what happened.
Rafe got a second chance at life that night in the car. His mother deserved one, too, but she didn’t get it, so he tries to appreciate life enough for the both of them. It’s what she would want.
His baby stirs gently in his arms and he kisses the top of her head again as he looks at you. He’s afraid he’ll never be able to give to you what you’ve given to him. The love and grace and patience you’ve beautified his life with.
But he’ll never stop trying. He swears it. When it is his time to leave this earth, he’ll go knowing he gave you and your child everything. All of him.
#home#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron and you#rafe cameron and reader#rafe cameron and y/n#rafe cameron blurb#homeblurb
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I don't know if it's a little late to recommend for a holiday/new years fic idea but I would really like these anon submission come into fruition because I would really like to see the entire Hawkins bunch enjoying another gathering (without Brittany) and seeing Luke and Mia being parents
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I would love to receive requests regarding these instances with them as parents! Feel free to drop them by any time. I hope this serves as a nice holiday starter to the story of Luke and Mia as parents… HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉
Words: 2k
Warnings: childbirth, pregnancy, we older in this one folks, becoming grandparents
[As You Wish masterlist]
“Oh, you’ve got a redhead!”
“Is it…is it a boy or a g-girl?” Mia asks between clenched teeth and labored breaths.
The doctor can’t help but chuckle as he works.
“I can’t tell just by the hair,” he says.
Luke rubs over his wife’s hand with his left while she squeezes the life out of his right. Steve stands on the opposite side of the bed, holding Mia’s other hand. From Eddie's vantage point behind his son, it looks like Mia is crushing both her husband’s and her father’s hands like a nut in a nutcracker.
Both you and Nancy stand behind the working doctor and nurses, off to the side just enough that you have a clear view of your first grandchild being born. The two of you hold hands, watching in awe at the small, but big enough, human that Mia is pushing out of her body. Neither you nor Nancy are strangers to childbirth and all its miracles, but there’s something even more magical when it’s your daughter—or daughter-in-law—who is doing it.
“You’re doing so well, babe,” Luke encourages, giving a supportive smile despite how exhausted he is. He can’t even imagine how Mia must feel if he’s already worn out.
“He’s right, Mia,” a nurse says. “Just a little more now.”
The redhead on the delivery table whines and drops her head back against her pillow, feeling like she has nothing more to give. Hasn’t she already been at this for around five hours? A quick glance at the clock tells her it’s only been forty-five minutes and she lets out an even more frustrated whine. It doesn’t even click in her mind that it’s almost midnight—almost a brand new year. There’s enough going on in the room to keep her mind occupied.
“Alright, we’re going to do one more push now, Mia. Okay? It’s almost over. On the count of three. One, two, three!”
The muscles below the pale skin of Mia’s neck bulge as she grits her teeth and gives the best push that she can manage.
“That’s it, almost there.”
The hospital room, previously only housing the noises of beeping machinery and encouraging healthcare professionals, is suddenly bombarded with two brand new sounds simultaneously. Cheers and applause sink into the room from out in the halls and the surrounding rooms. But emanating from this particular delivery room itself, the shrill cry of a newborn bursts forth.
“Congratulations,” the doctor says as he holds the baby up for the new parents to see. “You’ve got yourselves a girl.”
Pure joy floods the veins of every Munson and Harrington in the room. Endorphins and adrenaline blend in Mia’s head, briefly causing her to think all the happy commotion from outside the room is in celebration of her daughter entering the world. One look at the tiniest human she’s ever seen would be enough of a reason, she thinks. The baby is absolutely perfect. Who would expect anything less from a baby with both Harrington and Munson genes?
A press to the top of her head has Mia looking up to see a beaming Luke gazing down at her. He places another kiss on her sweaty forehead before leaning further down to capture her lips with his own.
“I’m so flippin’ proud of you.”
Despite her exhausted state, Mia giggles at her husband’s praise. Old habits die hard of trying not to curse in front of his mama.
“I love you,” Luke says softly.
“I love you, too,” Mia replies.
The newly crowned parents watch as their baby girl is cleaned off, the brand new grandparents all enraptured as well.
“Aw, Mom!” Mia coos when she sees her mother crying—and then her mother-in-law as well. “Aunty!” Your nickname from aunt to mother-in-law was impossible to change after an entire lifetime of Mia referring to you in one way. It might take some explaining to the grandkids in the future, but that’s not a problem for today.
“Not just the moms, I see.” The amusement in Luke’s voice is evident.
You, Mia, and Nancy all turn to see Luke clapping a crying Eddie on the shoulder.
“Oh, sweetheart,” you say with a chuckle.
Eddie wipes the handful of fallen tears from his face and clears his throat.
“Don’t make me beat you up in front of your daughter,” Eddie says, voice thick with emotion.
“Ah, he’s not the only one!” Mia can’t figure out if she’s laughing or crying harder once she catches a glimpse of her own father trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes.
“Gimme a break,” Steve says with a sniffle. “My first granddaughter was just born.”
“Our first grandchild,” you say on behalf of you and Eddie, tears overtaking you once again.
As the nurses finish cleaning up the baby, you rush over and pull Luke into a hug. Out of all the emotional moments that have happened thus far in this room, this is the one that makes your son tear up.
“She’s perfect, sweetie.” You pull back and kiss Luke on the cheek before leaning in to embrace Mia as best you can.
“I’m so proud of you,” Eddie says, words still heavy from emotion.
Luke grins, leaning in as his dad wraps his arm around him. But, being Luke, he cuts a joke to weasel his way out of a genuine thank you.
“Of what, having sex?”
Eddie playfully rolls his eyes before mussing up his son’s curls, the exact same way he’s done since the hair first sprouted on Luke’s head about thirty years ago.
“Would you like to cut the cord, Dad?” a nurse asks.
“It’s not gonna hurt, right?” Luke asks, looking to Mia and wrinkling up his nose.
“Not at all,” the nurse assures him.
“Oh boy,” Steve says as his son-in-law is handed the scissors. “Those aren’t safety scissors, be careful.”
Mature man that he is, Luke only shoots Steve a brief death glare before following the nurse’s instructions.
“Yay!” you cheer once the cord is snipped.
The nurse grabs the blanket to swaddle up the newborn, and as she does so, she can’t help but smile as she watches the six adults hugging one another and sharing tearful smiles. She’s been in far too many delivery rooms where most of the people there couldn’t stand one another; seeing two families become one in this way is one of the more beautiful things the nurse has seen lately.
“Alright, Mom,” the nurse says as she walks the baby over to the bed. “Would you like to hold your daughter?”
A new set of tears stream down Mia’s face, but she adamantly nods her head and holds out her arms. Gently, the nurse transfers the newest Munson to her mother’s embrace.
“Look at you,” Mia coos. She looks up at Luke who leans down on the bed next to his two redheads. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
“Just like her mother,” Luke says, happily taking in the sight before him.
Eddie, you, Steve, and Nancy all stand by in silence as you watch your children hold their firstborn for the first time. It’s surreal to see your son now being a father—but there’s not a doubt in your mind that he’ll be an amazing one. He had a great teacher, after all.
Carefully, Mia transfers the baby to Luke’s arms and beside you, you can see Eddie’s tears start anew. You join him, though. Eddie wraps an arm around your shoulders and you lean your head against him, just watching Luke hold his first child. Nothing could have prepared you for how beautiful and overwhelming it all is.
“Look at our granddaughter,” Eddie says softly to you.
You nod, a smile lighting up your tear-stained face. There’s nothing you can say to make this moment better, so you stay silent and try to absorb as much of it as you can.
“Do you have a name picked out?” a nurse asks.
Luke nods, never taking his eyes off the small bundle in his arms. Mia is just as enraptured, but she responds.
“This is Isabella Marie Munson.”
Luke looks up at you and Eddie, pride gleaming in his watery blue eyes.
“You think Eliza will like that we gave Isabella her middle name?” he asks.
“Oh, honey,” you say with a chuckle. “She's going to be over the moon.”
“Speaking of that whole gaggle of siblings who are out waiting in the lobby, should I go deliver the good news?” Steve offers.
It may be New Year’s Eve—or rather, was, but no possible party or other engagement could keep Luke and Mia’s siblings away from this momentous occasion. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised if one of them brought champagne in to celebrate.
“Yes, go tell them,” Mia says through a sniffle. “But hurry back so you can hold her!”
“Just make sure you pry her from Munson’s arms at some point,” Steve says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder to point at Eddie. He did need that clarification though, as Eddie, you, Luke, Mia, and Isabella are all Munsons now.
“Let me at her,” Eddie says, stepping up to Luke as Steve heads out the door.
Carefully, your son hands Isabella to your husband, and it’s one of the greatest things you’ve ever witnessed in your life. The way Eddie’s arms cradle the newborn, so reminiscent of him holding all your newly born babies. Your husband laughs as he looks down at the little girl.
“You’re the first Munson-Harrington, huh?” he says. “That’s going to make you a very, very interesting person.”
You giggle and rest your head against Eddie’s shoulder. As you peer down, Isabella tries to open her eyes and take in the people hovering above her. She quickly decides she doesn’t care enough though, and goes back to sleep.
“Knock, knock,” a nurse says as she pops her head into the room.
“Come in,” Mia says, trying to adjust her position without causing herself any pain.
“We’ve got a surprise for you.” The nurse grins and steps into the room, a large plastic-wrapped gift basket held against her maroon scrubs. The nurse places the basket on the bedside table closest to Mia.
“Little Miss Isabella is Hawkin’s Hospital’s very first baby of 2025,” the nurse says. “In fact, she is the very first baby to be born in all of Indiana in 2025. So, we’d like to present you with this basket of diapers and baby clothes, along with this certificate. And, with your permission, we’d love to take a picture of this new family and share it with all in Indiana.”
Mia is so overcome by everything the nurse says, that she starts crying again. She’s nodding though, letting Luke know that she’s okaying the picture. Both you and Nancy help Mia get settled and wipe any excess sweat or tears from her face. Luke sits down on the bed next to his wife and Eddie hands Isabella to her father.
Steve steps back into the room just in time to see the photo be snapped. He stands with you, Eddie, and Nancy behind the camera as the nurse takes a few shots.
“Our granddaughter is already a star,” Eddie tells Steve.
“Huh?”
Pictures finished, Mia leans over and plucks the certificate out of the gift basket.
“This certificate,” Mia reads, “is to honor Isabella Marie Munson, daughter of Amelia Christine Munson and Luke Alexander Munson, as the very first baby born at Hawkin’s Hospital in the year 2025. Isabella was born at 12:00 am exactly, weighing seven pounds, six ounces.”
“And her favorite grandfather is already Steve,” Steve adds once Mia is finished reading. Everyone in the room chuckles—sans Eddie.
“Maybe,” Eddie concedes, a small smirk playing on his lips. “But that can change. What won't change though, is that I’ll always be the first grandparent to hold her. I had her in my arms first.”
“You two are ridiculous,” Nancy says.
Luke leans down and whispers in Isabella’s ear.
“Try to be more like your grandmas than grandpas. Got it?”
Mia giggles and runs the back of her forefingers gently across Isabella’s cheek.
“Or be like your Daddy, 'cause he’s pretty great,” she says. “But maybe not as mischievous.”
“That reminds me,” Luke says, looking down at his baby with wide eyes. “I have to see if they can give you a vaccine for scurvy.”
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Bing-ge getting super sparkly/shiny jewelry with magical abilities and the wives are like “Ooh, could this be for me?” only, nah. It’s actually to lure in his future husband. Go away. XD
Ahhh! Shen Yuan making a safe haven for crows is a wonderful idea! Demonic crows or yao, whether they’ve cultivated human form or not, are all welcome! Regular crows too!
Since I love teacher Shen Yuan, of course he teaches all the younger ones too. Just because they spend half their time as birds doesn’t mean they can’t get an education!
The human half of his family are probably from some tiny village who gave offerings to the local crow demons and unintentionally became friends (crows being protective of their people and all). Their village is startlingly safe thanks to crows mobbing anyone who dares try to mess with them! There might be other half-crow kiddos running around too, thanks to the good relations. Shen Yuan tutors the village kids too of course!
(Tiny bit of angst, but Bing-ge burns with envy if he finds out! This half-demon friendly town was here the whole time?!)
This is adorable, Shen Yuan seeing these young children and just being like "...students." Sometimes, if the human children are extra lucky, he'll take them on flights as long as they have 'necessary payment' (usually a cool looking rock and proof that they've done their chores). It's impossible to find Shen Yuan without at least one crow perched on his shoulder or in his hair, unless he's going on - what the others describe as - dangerous escapades to nab cool stuff from Bing-ge's palace, in which he will know and stop anyone who tries to follow him because he's a dumbass with no self-preservation skills, not them! It takes him a startlingly long time to figure out that Bing-ge is leaving things for him on purpose, and he is undeniably shocked when he finds out. He eventually finally takes it as a form of courtship due to other demons' and humans' instance that it probably is. After doing research on crows courting one another, did you know that the males feed the females?? And sing to them?? SO, I immediately thought of the idea of Shen Yuan trying to reciprocate the courting (because he would never be so silly as to reject the emperor, no one in their right mind would) by randomly appearing in Bing-ge's room (much to Bing-ge's delight and confusion) and singing sweetly before feeding a willing emperor apple slices or some shit until Bing-ge reciprocates and feeds him in response and Shen Yuan just pauses and goes "hang on, am I the wife?" and immediately takes to the role without any thought. ("Why would Bing-ge be the wife, how foolish of me!") When Bing-ge finds out about the village that accepts half demons, of course he's a little upset! Why couldn't he have this sort of comfort and love in his life? Why did he have to suffer all this time?? Then he goes to this village so that Shen Yuan can show off his nest to the emperor (sign of trust?) and is immediately hit with the "I want to be here forever" train.
Also, the more you think about it, the funnier it gets actually lmao. He just shows up with these gorgeous trinkets and jewellery and sometimes even clothes (shiny embroidery of course), and they vanish and the wives are all like "where the actual hell are they going? Who do we even complain about??" and it could be like a background thing where the wives all get jealous of each other when there's actually just this bird guy who comes over quite often and started by stealing shit while dropping off helpful things. Imagine how strange that must be for the wives. "Ugh, [wife's name here] is taking all the attention away from us!!", "Really? I thought it was [other wife's name]." Meanwhile, there's just one wife (Liu Mingyuan most likely) who just knows and she doesn't tell anyone, content to watch as chaos ensues while the bird man and Luo Bing-ge fall deeper in love with one another, and the gifts get more elaborate each time. {part three! Part one, part two, part four, part five, part six, part seven!!}
#four answers asks#crowyuan au#I'm literally researching crows now#I cannot be stopped#scum villian self saving system#scum villain#svsss#shen yuan#luo bingge#bingge#binggeyuan#liu mingyan
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Hiii! I absolutely love your writing its so amazing! I was wondering if you could do a imagine where elvis writes the song "burning love" for y/n and the first time he plays it for her is at one of his shows, and at the end she gets emotional because she loves it, and he finds her at the end of the show in a quiet hallway (cause she's trying to calm herself) and he comforts her in a cute way and she tells him it's a great song. Hopefully that made sense love your work!
A/N: Hi anon! Sorry this has taken me a while. I tweaked it a little as Elvis didn't write tend to write his own songs and I don't like to go insanely off-script with things (don't all laugh at once), but hopefully it still works.
Burning Love
Pairing: Elvis x reader
Word count: 1K
TWs: Barely any. Crying, angst. Mostly fluffy.
Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature risin', mmm
Higher, higher, it's burning through to my soul
Girl, girl, girl, girl, you're gonna set me on fire
My brain is flamin', I don't know which way to go, yeah
You sit in one of the private boxes with a couple of the guys, as the music fills the room. Elvis had told you that he was going to dedicate a song to you this evening. He hadn’t written it exactly but he’d arranged it and when he’d heard the lyrics he’d thought they were the perfect way to describe how he felt about you. He hadn’t given you any other clues, only that he’d play it for the first time that evening and he’d tell everyone it was for his beautiful wife. A few moments ago he’d made the announcement and got you to stand up for everyone to see. You turned and waved awkwardly to the audience. Not one to make a fuss, or even really like big groups of people that much, standing up in the middle of the room had made you a little uncomfortable, but you like to make him happy. And you know he likes showing you off, whenever he has the opportunity, so it wasn’t much of a sacrifice.
Your kisses lift me higher
Like a sweet song of a choir
You light my mornin' sky with burning love, mmm
You blush at the lyrics, thinking of all the times he’d kissed you, all the places he’d kissed you. But you’re still smiling. This is so sweet.
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, I feel my temperature risin', mm
Help me, I'm flamin', I must be 109, mmm
Burnin', burnin', burnin' and nothing can cool me, yeah
I just might turn into smoke, but I feel fine
'Cause your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
And you light my mornin' sky with burning love
Your blush deepens. The song is sounding a little dirty now, especially with the way he’s singing it, but as you watch him move around the stage your heart soars. Just look at him. And he’d chosen you to marry and dedicate this song to.
It's comin' closer, the flames are now lickin' my body, mm
Won't you help me? I feel like I'm slippin' away
It's hard to breathe, and my chest is a-heavin', mmm, hmm
Lord, have mercy, I'm burning a hole where I lay, yeah
Somehow, even though the song is a little dirty and almost joky in the way the lyrics are describing the love affair, it’s bringing a lump to your throat and tears to your eyes. His vocal range is just incredible and he looks so gorgeous in the dark blue suit you can’t believe how lucky you are. You savour the feeling as he starts the final bridge.
Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky with burning love
With burning love (a hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah)
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love (ah)
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah (ah)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah (ah)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah (ah)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ah)
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah (ah)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah, ah (ah)
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Somewhere around the last chorus your emotions overtake you and you end up actually crying, tears running down your face. You make it through the last couple of songs and then ask Joe to let you pass. He gives you a worried look, but doesn’t say anything, figuring you probably want to be on your own. You’re not much for spending time with the guys, or being comforted either. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you cry, but any time you’re sad or overwhelmed you tend to want to be alone. You walk out of the hall and down a few corridors until you can find somewhere quiet to think. It’s so loud out there, amongst all those people, it’s a blessed relief to be in a place where you can hear your own thoughts.
You and Elvis have been on quite the journey, from childhood friends to eventual lovers, but with a big gap in between. You’d never thought he’d go for someone like you, but actually you’re just what he needs, grounding and sensible, and you remind him of home. Thinking of your past together, you rub your arms with your hands, trying to self-soothe. It’s not that you’re actually sad, if anything you’re happier than you’ve ever been, but the feelings are overwhelming and you find them hard to process. You stand there for a while, rubbing and taking deep, slow breaths, and then you hear his deep voice.
“Hey there, sugar lump. Y’ok?”
Turning towards him, you smile and he walks the few extra steps it takes to close the gap between you, taking you into his arms.
“I’m okay,” you whisper, gazing up at him.
“Y’sure? Yer all on yer lonesome.”
You nod, solemnly. “I just needed to be somewhere quiet.”
He smiles gently, understanding, and strokes your cheek. When his fingers come back wet he frowns and looks at you questioningly. “Y’been cryin’ sugar?”
You smile. “Yeah, but it’s not bad.”
“It’s not?”
“No. It’s… I just got overwhelmed.”
“Aw. What by, honey? All the people?”
“No. Nothing like that. I just…” you look up at him shyly, through your lashes. “I loved it, El. The song. It was so powerful and you looked and sounded so good… and I just loved that you dedicated it to me.”
“A course I did, sugar. Yer my wife.”
Your smile grows at his words. “I thought about a lot of things I guess. About us. And I just felt so lucky… and the feelings were so strong I cried a little. So I came here to calm down.”
His hand cups your face as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m the lucky one, sugar. I love ya s’much.”
“I love you too El. Forever.”
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The Savage and the Sanctuary - Prologue
Tommy offers Joel help one last time. The prologue to The Savage and the Sanctuary, a no outbreak TLOU story found on Tumblr here.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
CW: Grief. Mentions of child death. No use of Y/N. Whole fic will be explicit so minors DNI, 18+ only.
Length: 1.3k
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“If you think I’m not going to fight for what’s mine, you’re insane!”
Joel remembered the woman on the screen. She was young, beautiful, her perfectly made up face snarled in rage. He remembered her. He always remembered her.
He remembered the scene, too.
Sarah had loved this show. She was obsessed, one of her friends at school put her onto it and she watched it all in a matter of weeks on Netflix.
Joel had hated this show. There were drugs and sex and Sarah was just 13 when she watched it but he’d been such a sucker for her that he let her. He’d always been a sucker for her. He always gave her whatever she asked for.
Maybe that had been wrong.
Maybe if he’d stood his ground more, maybe if he’d been a better father instead of just giving his daughter whatever she wanted, she wouldn’t be dead.
“Mr. Miller?”
Joel looked away from the television, reminded that he was in the hospital and that it must be after 3 a.m. by now. The nurse stood in the doorway, an almost pitying look on her face.
“Your brother is here to see you.”
Joel just went back to watching the TV. The woman he remembered was still there, beautiful face streaked with tears.
“I can’t believe you,” she whispered. She was a good actress, he thought. Convincing. She sounded like she was in pain. He doubted someone like her even knew what that would really feel like, what that would really sound like. He did. He knew.
“Joel.”
He looked to the door, his brother standing there, the early morning beginnings of a beard on his chin, in athletic wear instead of the suit he saw him in so often these days. He looked back to the TV.
“You can’t keep doing this, man,” Tommy said, coming in and standing beside him. The woman on the TV raised a gun. “You can’t keep beating the shit out of people you don’t like, I can’t keep trying to buy them off, Maria can’t keep talking you out of trouble with the cops… Hell, I only really talked Maria into it this time because it’s the anniversary of the day she… we know it’s hard but you’re this close to ending up in deep shit with an actual rap sheet, man.”
She screamed and sobbed as she pulled the trigger.
“Joel.”
The woman panted for breath before lifting the gun to her temple. It cut to commercial.
“Sarah loved that show,” Joel said, looking away from the TV to see Tommy close his eyes and shake his head with a sigh.
“I know you’ve been strugglin’,” Tommy said, crossing his arms and looking at him again. “And I don’t blame you, alright? What you’ve been through… I’d be a wreck too. I know it ain’t the same but it killed me too, for a while, losing her that way. Can’t even imagine what it’s like for you. But Joel… it’s been three years now. You can’t keep destroying yourself like this, you just can’t. It’s killing me to watch you do it but I don’t got it in me to keep saving you. I cannot let you drag me down with you, not now, not with…”
He clenched his jaw for a moment, looking back toward the door and back at Joel again.
“Maria’s pregnant.” Joel’s heart clenched. “She’s my focus now. I want to be there for you, Joel. Lord knows I owe you after everything you did for me but I can’t do it at the expense of myself or my wife and my kid. You understand?”
Joel nodded slowly, looking to his boots. There was a dark spot on the left toe, the leather never really clean from the blood.
“Here,” Tommy held out a business card.
Joel frowned.
“Think I know how to get ahold of my own brother.”
“This ain’t for me,” Tommy said. “It’s my hiring manager. This is the last thing I’m doin’ for you, Joel. Come and work for me. I can help you that way, make sure you’re not out there on your own. You don’t got the formal training of the other guys but we can handle that. Christ knows you got the raw skill, just ask the asshole whose face you rearranged…”
“He’s lucky that’s all I did,” Joel snapped.
Tommy ignored him.
“Once your hand heals up, we can get you started,” Tommy said, card still out. Joel took it, running his fingers over the embossed lettering. “I want to help you, Joel. I want to be there for you. This is the last way I can do that. Understand?”
He just looked at the card, Miller Security in large letters, Military Grade Personal Protection in smaller ones below. The email address was for someone named Marlene.
Joel had probably met her at some point but he didn’t remember her. Joel had been to a few company BBQs and happy hours for the private security company his brother had founded about six months after his daughter died.
Tommy used to work alongside Joel, the two of them taking contracting work together. If wasn’t easy work but it was satisfying. Joel liked building things, liked working with his hands and seeing the physical manifestations of his labor. It wasn’t a bad life, in hindsight. Not since he’d blown it.
After his daughter died, Joel couldn’t keep working. He tried, after a few weeks, to get back to it but he sometimes showed up drunk, sometimes didn’t show up at all. It wasn’t long before he was fired and word spread. Soon, he got shot down for every job he tried for. He’d screwed over not just himself but Tommy, too.
That’s how Tommy came to create the security company to begin with. He had a few old special forces buddies move back to town looking for work and Tommy realized he had a lot of highly trained men with time on their hands at his fingertips. What better way to put them to use than to start a security company?
The business took off. Joel was proud of him. Or, as proud as he could be while the rot of guilt gnawed at him for letting down his then struggling brother so badly he needed to start his own fucking business to fix it.
And now his brother - six years his junior, the kid he’d promised his mother he’d look after when she was on her death bed - was offering him a job after bailing him out at least a dozen times in three years.
“I want to help, Joel,” Tommy said. “Please let me. Work with me, get back on your feet, have a support system. I want to help but you have to let yourself be helped. Please.”
Joel tucked the card into the pocket of his shirt and looked at Tommy, a pleading look in his eyes. Eyes that reminded him of Sarah.
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll email in the mornin’.”
Tommy closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you,” he said as a nurse came in around him. “I’ll be out here, give you a ride home…”
“We’ll have him out quick,” the woman smiled kindly as Tommy turned to go. “I’m here to handle discharge. Can you confirm your name and birthday for me?”
“Joel Miller,” he said. “September 26, 1982.”
“Oh!” She looked up from the chart and smiled at Joel. “Happy birthday!”
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A/N: Welcome to The Savage and the Sanctuary! I like to introduce my new fics as I'm finishing up an existing one. This likely won't get chapter one for a few weeks yet but you never know what might happen! I hope you're excited to go on this journey as Joel learns to find himself again after surviving the loss of Sarah. There's a lot of angst and excitement and smut ahead! Fingers crossed you enjoy the ride.
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Yandere!Carlisle Cullen makes me feral! I especially can’t get the idea of the kitchen scene you were talking about where Bella meets Carlisle young mate/wife out of my head. Imagine all the Cullens are yandere for the woman they view as their mother. Bella being highkey nervous to meet her because Edward goes on and on about how great momma Cullen!reader is, so she really wants to make a good impression especially to Carlisle’s mate. She also somewhat clocks how Carlisle behaves around his sweet little wife with the possessiveness and stuff. Ugh!😩 I need this imagine written out! Pretty please!🙏
AN: Hi, I hope you like this part 1, I thought I would get something out for you <3
Bella had not lied when she had told Edward it was the fear of his family not liking her that had the nerves simmering just under the surface. She had just left out the detail that it was only his mother’s blessing she was fearful of not receiving. Even without her father and seemingly the whole town speaking of her sweetness; she was still terrified and not because they were vampires. She couldn’t help but wonder if that meant there was something wrong with her. Alas, time was not her friend, especially with the speed Edward drove at even with her in the car. “Are you sure this will be okay?” Bella couldn’t help but ask and she knew her heart had skipped a beat with the question. Edward’s smirk only confirmed it. “I promise.” It seemed even his smooth talk could not calm her.
The classical music hummed from his radio whilst the soft rain began to fall down; a familiar sight and sound, Bella thought to herself whilst resting back into the leather seat. Edward’s scent moving over her. “Rosalie will be on her best behaviour, she always is with mama around.” Edward’s voice softened completely at the mere mention of his mother. Something Bella had noticed on many occasions. She had been surprised to not see Edward’s mother around town; it seemed from what the town gossip had said that she was the Cullen you saw the most - apart from her husband of course.
The school gossip did not do the Cullen’s house justice as Edward easily maneuvered his car down the winding road. Beautiful trees adorning the path with the most colourful of flowers in between. “It's beautiful,” the words fell from her lips before she could stop them as the car came to a slow stop. Edward only smiled that charming one of his as he gracefully removed himself from his seat. Bella had not even turned her head before he had opened the door like the gentleman she presumed his mother raised. “Thank you,” Edward watched as the peach blush moved over her cheeks as she stepped out. There was a lightness to the house Bella had not expected, and it must have easily been on her face as Edward chuckled.
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“Is she even Italian?” Rosalie scoffed in a graceful way only she could whilst holding the bowl out for Emmett to fill. The boredom in her tone was easily noticeable as the soft hum of the television filled the room. The soft chopping joined as Rosalie’s golden eyes softened if only for a moment as she turned her head towards her mother. “Her name is Bella.” Emmett hummed as if that answered the question; he was quite pleased with himself actually.
Carlisle fought against the eye roll as he listened to his children before his attention easily returned to his wife. The small heart shaped strawberries were delicately being cut by her in movements that he could watch for eternity. He gravitated towards her before he even realised it himself. “Do you think she has enough dessert, my love?” Carlisle asked; his fingers reaching for those thick locks of hers as if it was second nature. Which for him, it was. “There is never too much dessert.” The soft whisper of her voice had a shiver running down the Doctor’s back. The personal space around her was completely invaded as ever when her husband was involved; not that she truly realised it. Those pearl pins of hers dancing in the kitchen lights.
It was a pity she could not eat, something she had pouted at since the beginning of her life as a vampire. Much to her sire’s amusement, she remembered. Gracefully as ever, she wiped her hands clean from the cream she had settled on the cake before resting back against Carlisle’s chest.
His comforting scent moved over her body as his hand reached for hers as his desire for her touch took over. “You should be happy for your brother,” she hummed; raising a delicate eyebrow at Rosalie who would have scoffed if the words were coming from anyone else rather than her mother.
Emmett placed a soft kiss on Rosalie's shoulder and for a moment, she began to lean into his embrace. “Get a whiff of that,” he chuckled in his wife’s ear as the scent of Bella easily moved into the house. “Emmett,” their mother chastised him gently with no real bite behind her words. He could only grin that large smile of his before stepping away from Rosalie; his attention returned to prepare the food. “I think you have outdone yourself, my love.” Carlisle whispered as his wife finally moved away from the counter. His fingers moved over her knitted jumper that clung to her curves.
Their hands clasped together as the pair moved towards the door as they heard the footsteps approaching.
Edward had no need for Jasper as he felt himself begin to calm at the mere image of his mother before him. His hand nearly fell from Bella’s as he stepped forward. His attention moved to Carlisle for a split second that would not be noticeable before returning to his mother.
“Bella, this is my mother,” Edward introduced the two most important women in his life with ease. Ease that did not move onto his intended as Bella only stared a little too long at the Matriarch. “I have heard so much about you,” his mother gently brought his love into her embrace, much to Rosalie’s discomfort and disgust. He didn’t need Jasper to know his sister’s feelings. Even with his mother’s presence, his sister did not hide her feelings on the matter.
Bella could only awkwardly hang; her arms not returning the embrace so she did not affect the picture perfect woman before her. Not that it seemed to bother her as she gracefully stepped one pace back; her smile as ever upon her face. “I do hope he’s being a gentleman,” the matriarch turned her soft stare towards Edward who had to fight the urge to bow his head. “Of course,” Bella whispered out; those doe eyes of hers noticing the closeness Carlisle desired of his wife. His hand already reached for her once the greeting had completed. “Welcome to our home, Bella.” He nodded his head but made no move to step forward and leave his wife’s side.
“We do hope you are hungry,” she leaned into Carlisle whilst speaking; her hand reaching for his own almost instantly. Bella’s eyes followed the movement and realised how much alike Edward was; even if his parents were more intense. And it was only now that she realised how much.
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Imagine referring to The Chain as your 'wifes'
And they would carry proud that tittle! You all just have to do is love them and be there for them in their moments that old ghost visit their minds, because what better than be love by someone that will stay in the down as in their up? time was raise by the forest spirit child’s, do you think this man know what the difference from wife to husband? He will take it at stride being your dear wife and your rock to stay ground when you feel like falling apart by just the most gentle breezed. Also he come with a bonus, because how no to love malon? She now call you both her precious wife’s. (And you been your knees at malon supremacy) if wars try to correct you just put ‘male’ in from of the wife and he done for, he will even Pratt that he your male wife, heck he will be competitive with sky and twilight for seeing how more male wife material of the three of them (only if poly chain) of no well, he still will talk about you to every-fucking-one even with the help of wind he will have photos of you and will show it at times and call himself a lucky man (sorry Lana, the best person win him) and Zelda and impa are just ‘good for him’ aplaude his dedication, now wars attention to the conference!. blame wars that now he ‘male wife’ but for you twilight will just smile and let you call him wifey, just let the wifey one for private moments between the two of you. Need a hug but can’t say it? Your wife twilight will be at your side as wolfy confronting in silence you as you always did in the twilight hours.
legend, legend legend… he will snark, he will give these roll of eyes like is his job, but the moment he think somebody is messing with you? Someone made you cry? Hurt you feelings? He will proclaim very loudly that he your wife and that whoever did make you even let a little tear will know these boots are no only to got faster, they kick ass good to.
I hope you know that sky just like time come with a bonus, what does is feel that when you say it the first think he did is write Zelda because finally happened! You admit you’re theirs (well, you call him wifey! That counts right?) because he have been talking to his girl very serious of these feeling at Zelda at the moment she see you she know you’re their, call it Hylia, destiny or just you’re so special to her and to her beloved that must be that you’re make for them! Congrats, your human blood is probably still in some hero’s and they survive so much shite because of it, don’t think to deep of it or that some Zelda’s did have your blood no only the goddess in their body. four… if you see him freeze for like 15 minutes is like no because you did wrong but because the colors are going rampant, blue never will admit it but he very fluttered by it, vio may say ‘but I’m a man’ but do you think he really mind?? You better be prepare for him planing the pretties ring just for you, green is trying to control red, red is gone gone like for a fucking second you can be sure they lost him, but now he okay and planning the wedding even he was trying to convince vio and blue of they using a dress for making it the whole wife thing more official. do you understand you just call a Fae your wife right? Half or not, you’re now spouses in his mind, there’s no going back so live a happy ever after with your man, now you have in all Eras many sisters in law, he will try his best to make his world the best for you, he will there to help his Zelda to make the world you live and breathe one that one day world living.
My dear, wild, well, wild is doing a flip in the air giving twilight a heart attack right now, do you think he even know what gender mean? Do you see some of the clothes he use?? All he know is now he your wife and will make sure no blood moon , nail polish or even ganon follower ruined your day, he wild take you to ride his best Horse, present you to the lord of the mountain, give you his best food to make, best piece, you’re now his dear spouse in his mind, now yes he didn’t even remember how someone marry so he pretty sure you just call your beloved either ‘husband’ or ‘wife’ and done, you can’t unmake this dear.
#linked universe#link#link x reader#linked universe x reader#can be normal link can be yandere link but are dorks#But they will take it as your confession so congrats#linkeduniverse#yandere link#if you want#and remember! Sky and time always come bonus of a 2 x 1 because you cannot have them without their beloves#Now you’re Zelda and malon wifey double congrats
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Imminent Threat: Baby Pictures Confirmed!
I was bitten by the inspiration bug and I do love this idea a lot, heheh…
Wanna see what happens if HT!Sans catches a glimpse of your baby pictures?
(HT!Sans x Female!Reader)
(No warnings just be prepared for silly, fluff, and cute (aggression))
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Sans twiddles his thumbs, watching you leave with the dishes into the kitchen. Your parents had forbidden him from doing the dishes.
“You made us this wonderful meal! It’s her turn on the chores anyway,”
“What! I come home to see you and you’re just making me do chores?”
“Yes! It’s to catch up on all the chores you missed these past few months! Hahahah!”
He turned to you and whispered a pathetic little “sorry,” but you waved him off.
“It’s ok, I’m used to it. Might as well treat them since I can’t cook like you, right? Keep them company.”
So here he was, sitting on the table, feeling like he was going to expel the meal he just ate, watching your parents wipe their lips with tissue like they were about to interrogate him.
“So, how’s living with (Y/n) like?”
“good.” no no. too fast. talk more. “she…… she’s nice.”
nice? is that all i have to say about her?
“Ah. That’s good to hear,” your dad replies, taking a sip of tea from a mug.
…
i guess if i said the other things i thought of her, they’d probably want to take her away from me.
“Hey, I hope she’s more active than how she used to be. She used to stay home for days, and we’d have to remind her to go outside and get some sun!” Your mom chortles, and Sans rubs the back of his neck.
“a… actually… she’s the one that wants to leave the house now. i don’t… like leaving. the house is nicer.” Sans forces a grin, but he can’t tell if it’s coming off as awkward or spine-chillingly horrifying.
He can’t gauge how your parents reacted. Your dad smirked, and your mom tilted her head. What does that mean? Do they not approve? Sans usually prides himself in being able to read people like a book- even after the head injury. But his skull is full of thoughts.
“I imagine you’d have to stay at home to hone that cooking skill, then?” Your mom offered, “that stew was amazing! The blend of herbs and spices, the broth wasn’t too thick or thin, and the meat was cooked to perfection…”
Your dad chuckles. “I don’t know about cooking as much as my wife does, but I’ll tell you what, that’s one hell of a stew you’ve got. You could probably start a restaurant,”
“heh… heh you think?” His grin turns more genuine as his cheeks turn a tinge of dark blue.
“How did you learn to cook so well, Sans? Did you go to culinary school?” Your mom pries.
“oh… no actually, i learnt it all myself,” Sans explains, “back in the underground we didn’t have much to go on but we didn’t want to eat something completely tasteless so i learnt how to make things taste good with what we had…”
Sans realizes too late that maybe he brought up the underground a bit too casually, because all of a sudden your mom looks stricken with guilt, and your dad looks awfully uncomfortable.
“O-oh, I’m so sorry Sans, I didn’t mean to…”
“no no. i-i brought it up, you don’t have to apologize,”
Is he smiling too much? Should he be frowning? Wait hold on he’s looking at your mom too much, he should look at your dad now. Oh he’s looking away…
Why was he so bad at this? He’s relied on looking scary and stopping everyone from trying to talk to him. B-but he likes your parents, they’re nice, some of the few humans that actually look past his scary face and see him as… sort of harmless?
Your dad broke the silence.
“Yes, I’ve always tried to make the most of my meals. Like when I have crumbs I’d toss them near the anthill we used to have in the backyard. Hahah, one time when (Y/n) was very little she saw me throw breadcrumbs and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was feeding the ants, and she must have been really impressed with that idea… because,”
Your dad got into a fit of giggles, and Sans perks up.
“Tch… hih! Because the next day I found her standing in front of the anthill… with bread on top of it. Whole wheat, whole bread slice. I asked her what she was doing! And she said ‘I’m feeding the ants!’ She looked so proud I had to take a picture of her! I think I have it on my phone,”
Sans mouth opens. He all but quaked in his chair, having to physically restrain from grabbing your dad’s phone.
“m-m…” Sans coughs trying to regain composure, “may i see it,”
“On it, just… give me a sec…” Sans watched as your dad scrolled and scrolled, until…
“Found it,”
He turned his phone around.
There you were, no older than 3, in a little bucket hat, sleeveless shirt and shorts, with tiny flip flops. You had a bright, sunshine smile on your face, and humorously… a slice of bread sitting amidst the grass and dirt just a foot or two away from you.
Sans’ eyelights shrinks, his grin gone. Carefully, he takes the phone out of your dad’s hands and zooms in on your face. You had dimples in your cheeks, and they… they looked so plump like little squishballs. Your eyes were round and sparkled in the sun. His hands shook.
He must’ve looked unhinged.
“What do you think?” Your mom asked.
“sh…… she’s so small……” Sans breaths, then swallows, turning to your dad. “d… d’you… do you have more…?”
Your dad snorts, his arms crossed. “‘Do you have more’ he says,” he scoffs. “Kid, we have an entire baby album.”
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You tuned out of the conversation in the kitchen, earphones plugging your ears, a tried and true ‘dish washing’ playlist playing as your background music. It was a nice break. You’re happy to see your parents again, but they can be a bit overbearing at times… ask Sans odd questions about monsters, sometimes mention how tiny you look next to your boyfriend (which had Sans hiding his face… they thought he was offended but he was mortified, worried your parents were hinting at how he was like with you in private).
Though you certainly didn’t miss doing chores back home, you did see it as a bit of a reprieve.
But then over the music, you heard laughter… loud laughter. It didn’t sound like your dad. And Sans doesn’t usually laugh that hard. It started soft at first but it got louder and louder, until you were sure that was Sans. What were they doing to him? It almost sounded like they found his most ticklish bone and was torturing him with him.
A laugh startled you so bad you almost dropped a clean plate onto the floor. You took off an earphone just in time for your mom to walk in.
“Hi dear, this is your dad’s, he’s finished his tea. You don’t have to wash it if you don’t want to…”
“Yea, ok-” you say, distracted and looking over your mom’s shoulder as if you could see what was causing all the ruckus. “What is happening???”
“Oh,” your mom laughed, “Sans is such a sweet, delightful monster. Your dad’s showing him your baby pictures-”
“Excuse me my WHAT?!!”
You threw the gloves onto the sink counter, washed your hands hastily, and yanked the other earphone off, tossing them haphazardly into a pocket. Tripping over your feet to sprint into the room, though you realize you’re too late.
Sans is vibrating on the sofa, having migrated from the table it seems. His eyelight was blown wide, the widest you’ve seen it, glued to the open book in front of him. Your dad flipped a page, looking unaware of the murderous skeleton next to him.
“And here… oh this was on a trip to the beach. She’d gotten scared of water because of a wave too big had brought her out from shore and her legs couldn’t reach the sand. It wasn’t out to sea or anything, but when you’re that small it must’ve been scary. But the hotel had a pool and I couldn’t have my daughter stay afraid of water… this was after a fun session of swimming in floaties and being swung into the pool.”
“ah… HAHAHAH! bright… orange…!”
It was clear to you now. Sans wasn’t laughing from something funny. He was overjoyed. So overjoyed he can’t contain it in himself that he just bursts with it. His eyelights warbled. They looked like hearts shimmering under a running river.
You grabbed your head in despair. “No, no no- what have you done!”
Your dad had looked up immediately, while Sans’ didn’t, holding onto the album. Though… his grin had twisted into something dark.
Dad took a photo out, the one he was just explaining: a picture of you laughing in orange floaties, floral swimwear, carried by your dad in a clear blue pool, looking up at the camera. The sides of the picture were slightly yellow.
“Do you remember this, poppy? It’s weird to think you were ever scared of water now… it’s hard to stop you from swimming, nowadays,”
You can’t help but smile in your heart a little. It brought back happy memories of travelling with your parents when you were little.
Unfortunately, there are far more pressing matters at the moment.
“No, wait, dad… what did you do?”
“What?”
“You… you showed Sans my baby pictures?”
“Baby and toddler pictures,” your dad corrected. “Also there’s no need to be embarrassed, I feel like it’s a right of passage to have your baby pictures shown to your significant other by your parents.”
“No, I’m not embarrassed,” you shake your hands helplessly, “it’s just… Sans is gonna kill me,”
There was an incident, almost a year ago now. You were shuffling through some things you found in a box you never unpacked… at the bottom you found a polaroid of you rolled up in a baby blue blanket and, admittedly, looking pretty darned cute.
You showed it to Sans, innocently. It’s cute, you can admit it, and you knew Sans would appreciate it.
Oh how naive you were.
He held the picture, stared at it. Was at a loss for words, though he kept trying to form them helplessly, bringing it close to his face like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then he muttered.
“b… baby…… b… baby…”
Then he went crazy. Picking you up, not listening to your protests- usually when Sans gets in a cuddly mood he ignores your complaints but that time, it was like he really couldn’t hear you. His pupil was blown wide and constantly shifted from heart to circle. He squashed you in bed, smooshed your cheeks, kissed you until you were gasping for breath- you don’t even think it’s a sexual thing, he was just overcome with cute aggression!
It wasn’t a one time thing either. Carelessly, you’d leave the picture propped up on the window as a cute memento aesthetic… thing, maybe, but every time Sans looked at the picture too long, he’d get into his violent cuddly moods and kidnap you to the bedroom to squish you. Eventually you had to hide it to avoid inducing anymore ‘cute-induced murderous rage’ in him.
And your parents just opened pandora’s box for you.
Your brows furrow in worry as Sans looks up from the album to you, his eyelight tightening into just a fraction of what it was before, zeroing in on you. His grin was wide and deranged. He chuckled, a low, threatening sound.
“heh heh… i’m going to crush you.”
#aka writing#ht!sans#sans x reader#i need to fix the x reader tags someday#jsdjggf#childhood stories are sourced from Me#disclaimer: no actual imminent threat#just get squashed by sans#lol
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I’ve always wondered… What was Adler like with his former family? What kind of father was he?
I mean, we know he was married because of his comment about his ex-wife in Call of Duty: Cold War, and in Black Ops 6, we see the "children" section censored in his file. So, with the little we know about him, we can only speculate and hypothesize based on what we know about his work, personal life, history, etc. What was Russell Adler like with his former family? What was he like with his two children? And perhaps… What led to his divorce from his ex-wife? We only know that by the age of 44, he was already divorced.
What was Adler like as a husband?
Adler is a reserved, controlled man, addicted to his work. His life has been marked by manipulation, betrayal, and constant paranoia, which means his marriage couldn’t have been easy for his wife. Despite that, I don’t think he was an openly hostile or cruel husband, but he was emotionally distant. His wife was probably an intelligent and strong woman, someone who initially saw beyond his coldness and believed she could connect with him. But over time, Adler’s lack of emotional openness, combined with the tension and secrets of his work, must have made the relationship increasingly difficult.
The fact that he still remembers her (as he does in Cold War) indicates that the relationship wasn’t irrelevant to him. But at the same time, his sarcastic tone suggests that the relationship ended on bad terms or with resentment. It’s most likely that Adler tried to protect her from his world, which led him to hide many things, becoming even more closed-off and disconnected in the relationship.
It’s possible that his wife couldn’t stand living with a man who was always emotionally and physically absent, trapped in missions, unable to share what was really happening in his life. Even if he loved her in his own way, his nature and work made him incapable of being a present husband.
What was Adler like as a father? This is where the story becomes even more interesting. In Black Ops 6, the "children" section of his file is censored, suggesting that the topic is too delicate or painful to be exposed. This could mean several things:
His children are dead → This would explain why the information is censored and why Adler never mentions them.
Adler lost custody and completely distanced himself from them → Perhaps his ex-wife gained full custody, and Adler no longer had contact with them.
His children are alive, but he keeps them secret for their safety → It’s possible he decided to distance himself from them to protect them. In any of these cases, one thing is very clear: Adler couldn’t have been a fully present father. If his children died, that might have been the breaking point in his marriage. Perhaps they died due to an accident, an illness, or even something related to his work (retaliation? a threat?). This would explain why the topic is censored and why he never mentions them. If his children are alive but he lost custody, this suggests that his ex-wife didn’t want them growing up near a man like Adler. It could be that his work and lack of stability made him a danger to his own children, and she decided to keep them away from him. If they’re still alive but he distanced himself for their safety, this would make him similar to other agents who cut ties with their families to avoid putting them in danger. But, beyond what happened to them, Adler isn’t the type of man who could have been a traditional father. I can’t imagine him playing with his kids in the park or helping them with homework. But I can imagine him fiercely protecting them, even if he didn’t know how to show affection. If his children ever saw his tender side, it must have been in rare and fleeting moments, like when they were asleep or when no one else was around. He might never have known how to express love, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t care for them. If his relationship with them ended in tragedy or forced distance, this could explain part of the cynicism and extreme hardness we see in Black Ops 6. If he was already broken in Cold War, by 1991, there’s nothing left of the man he might have been as a husband and father.
What led to the divorce? Considering all this, there are several reasons why his marriage ended before 1981:
Adler couldn’t disconnect from his work. He was always on missions, in the CIA, in covert operations. He wasn’t a present husband.
His wife couldn’t stand the paranoia and secrets. Living with someone like him must have been like living with a ghost.
If his children died or something terrible happened to them, that destroyed them as a couple. Guilt and grief might have made it impossible to stay together. It’s possible that Adler wanted the marriage to work at first, but his nature, his work, and his inability to connect emotionally made it impossible. And when they finally divorced, instead of grieving too much, he simply moved forward with more brutality, cynicism, and coldness. But the fact that he mentions his ex-wife sarcastically in Cold War suggests that, even if he doesn’t talk much about her, what happened still weighs on him. And if his children are no longer in his life, that would also explain his emotional hardness, lethality, and emotional detachment.
Conclusion: Adler, a man broken by his past Adler wasn’t an ideal husband or an affectionate father, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t feel love in his own way. It’s just that his way of showing it must have been clumsy, distant, and full of silence. The censorship in his file in Black Ops 6 suggests that the topic of his children is something very serious, something that can’t be revealed or that he himself doesn’t want to face. If his children are dead, if they’re alive but don’t remember him, or if he distanced himself to protect them, the fact that he never mentions them is a sign that it’s a pain he can’t afford to show. His ex-wife, his lost family, are invisible scars that turned him into the man we see in Black Ops 6. And even though he seems "indestructible," the small moments when he mentions Bell, Hudson, or his ex-wife tell us that his past still haunts him, even if he’ll never admit it. Personally, I lean toward the idea that they died, perhaps due to retaliation, and that’s why everything ended in a divorce full of pain and resentment. It would explain why the "children" section of his file is censored. Because if he had them or not, it would’ve been as simple as writing "yes" or "no." And not blacking out everything. Maybe the long line had their names and/or status, something like "John Adler, Mary Adler. Status: deceased," and that’s why the censorship bar is so large. And maybe that’s why Adler, even with sarcasm and pain, can mention his ex-wife but never his children. Because that pain is even greater, and we know that Adler can be defined as: reserved. Especially when it comes to hiding his pain and maintaining that impeccable image of a tough guy who isn’t affected by anything.
What led to the divorce?
Of these three possibilities, I lean toward the third: that his children died. Why do I insist on this? Because first comes the couple, and then the children. It’s likely that Adler’s ex-wife already knew him while he was working for the CIA or at least when he was still in the military.
Let’s remember that Adler joined the military at 18, and by his late 20s and early 30s, he was already working for the CIA. By 44, he was divorced. So it’s obvious that she already knew what being with a man like him entailed.
Obviously, she would also have to be a very independent woman. Few types of women can be with someone like Russell Adler.
Especially because no one can change Russell Adler.
So while we don’t know anything about his ex-wife, we can sketch a profile of what she was like based on what we know about Adler. Because to take THE Russell Adler to the altar, we’re talking about a VERY specific and particular type of woman.
As I said, Adler isn’t easy, so the divorce must have been over something extremely serious and irreparable. Because she wouldn’t be a woman who’s easily intimidated; she had to be someone on his level. Because Adler wasn’t a conventional husband due to his work, and you’d have to know exactly what you were getting into to get involved with someone like Russell Adler.
But it’s also true that when it’s just the two of you, life is one thing, but when children come into the picture, everything changes. It’s easy for me to imagine that she didn’t have as many problems when they were just dating or newlyweds, just the two of them.
But when the children came along, she probably tried to endure as much as she could, maybe she still didn’t mind Adler’s work too much. Also because, well, I don’t know how someone convinces Russell Adler that having children with his job is a good idea, but it must have seemed like a good idea to both of them. Maybe out of naivety or overconfidence, and that’s why if the children died in an accident or as retaliation, it would explain why when we meet Adler in Call of Duty: Cold War, he’s already resentful toward his ex-wife and already hides his pain.
During the missions in Vietnam in the 60s, when Adler was in his 30s, we still see him fairly relaxed, within his serious demeanor, not as cold, even smiling at times. But when we return to the present in 1981, the contrast is stark: Adler distrusts Bell, beyond the fact that he was Soviet, Adler is manipulative to the extreme by subjecting Bell to MK-Ultra, Adler is colder and more distant than usual, even with Sims, whom we know Adler has known since Vietnam from the "Fracture Jaw" mission. And it’s implied that the others know Adler more personally because even Helen Park strongly recommends how to deal with Adler to Bell. Maybe she even knows the real story behind Adler’s scar.
Maybe it’s because of all this that, even at 44 in 1981, Adler could tolerate or hide his pain better, but by Black Ops 6, which is set in 1991 when Adler is 54 and in the meantime has experienced the deaths of Jason Hudson and Frank Woods being confined to a wheelchair, among other events, it was like a breaking point, compounded by someone in the CIA framing him for the 1989 disaster in Panama, where Hudson was killed and Woods was left in a wheelchair, and although we don’t know for sure, Alex Mason probably died too.
So, having lost his only close circle of, the closest thing Adler could have to friends, was what finally broke him, and that’s why in Black Ops 6, we see this Adler who’s no longer afraid because he has absolutely nothing left to lose.
He’s lost everything: wife, children, friends… he has nothing left. At the end of the campaign, Adler regains his position as a CIA agent and is no longer a criminal, but… he doesn’t smile. In Black Ops 6, he smiles a little between jokes with Woods or out of pure sarcasm. But at the same time, in his room, there are beer cans scattered on the floor and several whiskey bottles, with one half-empty on his nightstand… which we can infer that everything that’s happened to him over the last ten or fifteen years, since Cold War at least, has weighed heavily on him. To the point where, internally, we see signs of a collapse or crisis. But as always, he hides it.
This explains lines from Zombies mode like:
"Hudson would’ve loved this shit."
"I didn’t survive Fracture Jaw to die in this hole."
Interesting, "Do you mind if I call you Tinker Bell?"
"You and I have work to do." Especially the ones referencing Bell, because even though he says it sarcastically, it means Bell still lingers in his memory, even though he killed him. And that’s a lot for Adler… The same goes for Hudson, whom he mentions with a melancholic and nostalgic, almost sad tone, because he’s already dead…
Returning to the topic… The theory that his children died as retaliation fits too well with the censorship in his file, his emotional detachment, and the visible transformation in his personality between the 60s and 90s. He’s a man who’s lost everything, but instead of completely breaking down, he clings to the only thing he has left: his work and his facade of absolute control. If his children died, I imagine the guilt consumed him in a silent but constant way. Adler is a man who doesn’t show weakness, but the pain doesn’t disappear; it’s just hidden under layers of cynicism, alcohol, and suicidal missions. Maybe he never got over the idea that his work, the very thing that defined him and made him feel in control, was what indirectly led to the tragedy. The fact that he mentions his ex-wife but not his children is a key detail. With her, there can be resentment, anger, or even disdain, but with his children… there aren’t enough words for the kind of loss that represents. If they survived but were taken from him, the result is similar: they’re dead to him emotionally, unreachable. And the mention of his evolution in Black Ops 6 is brutal. He’s not the same man we met in Cold War. In the 80s, he still had some structure; his mask was strong. By the 90s, he’s at a point where alcohol and nihilism are eroding him. He has nothing and no one left. He’s a ghost clinging to the only thing he knows how to do: fight. Not for a noble purpose anymore, but because it’s the only thing he has left. The detail of the Zombies lines is incredible. Especially the references to Bell and Hudson. It means that, no matter how much he pretends nothing matters, the memories are still there, etched in his mind. Adler isn’t a man who "gets over" things; he just buries them until they become part of his essence. All this makes me think… if he ever had a moment of weakness, of true catharsis, what would it have been like? Did he ever allow himself to cry for his children, even if it was in solitude, or did he just let the pain eat away at him in silence, like everything else?
What did Adler feel after the divorce? If his children died, he probably felt a mix of love, hate, and guilt. He might have loved her but also hated her for what happened. Maybe he never forgave her, or maybe he understood that she also suffered and let her go in his mind. If she just left him, maybe she remembers him with resentment and pity. She knew him when he still had a spark in his eyes, but if she saw him in the 90s, she’d know that man is broken. She might hate him, but deep down, it would hurt her to see him like that. This profile fits the idea that Adler never mentions his children but does mention his ex-wife. With her, the pain is bearable; it can be disguised with sarcasm or indifference. With his children… the pain is too deep, too real. And that’s something he can’t allow to surface.
Why do I also believe his children died, and that led to the divorce?
Because Jason Hudson was married and had children, Alex Mason was also married and had a son, though his wife passed away. So, in essence, marriage or Adler’s job weren’t obstacles to having a relationship. Even with Adler’s personality, that wasn’t the issue. Clearly, it was something so grave that it led to a breaking point in the relationship…
The marriage itself wasn’t the problem. Hudson had a wife and kids, and Mason did too, though he ended up a widower. Even Woods, with his hardened soldier’s life, managed to build a bond with his son. What sets Adler apart from them is that something happened that made it impossible for him to stay married. Something irreversible. The divorce wasn’t just the result of a worn-out relationship; it was the final point of a devastating event. And the best explanation is that his children died, and that destroyed everything left between him and his wife.
Why is the death of his children the most likely explanation?
Adler doesn’t mention his children but does mention his ex-wife.
If his children were alive, even if he had no contact with them, the way he’d talk about his family would be different.
Instead, he mentions his ex-wife with bitterness and sarcasm but never talks about his children, not even in jokes. The silence is a scream.
If his children had survived, the CIA might have given him some access to them.
The CIA has the resources to protect identities but also to facilitate secret contacts if necessary.
Hudson could see his family. Mason, though under different circumstances, could too. If Adler has no relationship with his children, the most logical explanation is that they no longer exist.
The way Adler deals with pain is self-destructive.
We know Adler is a man who, despite his control, has self-destructive tendencies.
Alcohol and cynicism are his ways of numbing himself.
If his family simply left him, it would hurt, but it wouldn’t destroy him the way losing them forever would.
The event that changed everything: the death of his children How did they die? The death of Adler’s children wasn’t accidental or natural. For it to have had such a brutal impact on his life and marriage, it had to be related to his work.
They were killed in retaliation for his work Adler made too many enemies over the years. KGB, Viet Cong, traffickers, toppled dictators… anyone could have wanted revenge on him. His family was his weak point, and someone knew it. A targeted attack on his wife and children would have been a clear message: "you’re not untouchable." If this happened, Adler probably feels guilty because he knows it was his fault. His work, his life, brought danger to them.
They died in an attack he couldn’t prevent Maybe they were in a foreign country under CIA protection, and there was an attack that went wrong. Perhaps a bombing, explosion, or shooting caught them by surprise. If this was the case, Adler was far away when it happened. He couldn’t do anything. He only received the news too late. The helplessness of not being there would have destroyed him.
An "accident" that was never clear It’s possible that the CIA officially classified it as an "accident." But Adler knows it wasn’t a coincidence. Maybe there was a cover-up, maybe he never found the responsible parties. That would consume him even more.
The divorce: the final breaking point When his children died, his wife never forgave him. Maybe she blamed him directly. "If you hadn’t been in the CIA, this never would’ve happened." "You knew we were in danger, but you never protected us enough." "You chose your job over your family, and now we’re paying the price." Or maybe she didn’t blame him directly, but the pain was too great. It didn’t matter how much they loved each other; the weight of the tragedy was unbearable. Both became shadows of what they once were. Every time they looked at each other, they only saw the memory of what they’d lost. Adler probably reacted by throwing himself into his work. He didn’t face his grief. He dove headfirst into more missions, more war, more adrenaline. His wife watched him drift away until he became unrecognizable.
What kind of man was left after that? The Adler of the 80s and 90s is a man without roots. He has no family. No home. No purpose beyond war and missions. He’s trapped in a cycle of self-destruction. But, above all, he never allowed himself to grieve. That’s why he doesn’t mention them. That’s why he never talks about his children. Because if he did, all his control would crumble. The only thing that doesn’t add up is… if his children died for any of these reasons, whatever it was, why didn’t Adler seek revenge? If the guy is unstoppable… why just self-destruct? If his children died and he didn’t seek revenge, something really messed up must have happened. The most likely reasons:
Because he never knew who was responsible If the attack was planned, it’s possible that the person or group behind it left no trace. If the CIA covered up what happened, Adler might have received manipulated versions of the events. If it was a covert attack, maybe the responsible parties were eliminated before he could find them. If it was a calculated assassination, maybe the culprits were too well-protected for him to reach. If he never knew for sure who did it, he couldn’t take revenge. And that would drive him insane. Not knowing, being in the dark, would be worse than anything else. It would leave him without direction, without a clear enemy to kill. And instead of focusing on revenge, he’d end up consumed by his own despair.
Because he already took revenge… but it brought him no peace Another possibility is that he did find the responsible parties and killed them, but it didn’t help. Maybe it was something cold and calculated, a hunt where eliminating the culprits felt empty. Maybe he thought killing them would bring relief, but the truth is that his children were still dead. When your only reason for revenge is to bring back the dead, there’s no satisfaction. If this happened, it was the final straw that broke him.
Because it was an internal betrayal This scenario is messed up, but it’s possible that his own people—the CIA—were involved. Maybe his family was exposed because someone in the CIA decided they weren’t worth protecting. Maybe the CIA covered up the truth to protect their own reputation. If Adler found out about this, he knew that confronting the CIA would lead nowhere. This would explain his resentment toward the agency. It’s not just bitterness over the time he gave in service. It’s contained rage, helplessness from knowing he was betrayed in the worst way. In this case, the self-destruction isn’t just from grief but from being unable to get justice.
Because deep down, he blames himself Regardless of who was responsible, Adler probably feels that his children’s deaths were his fault. "If I hadn’t been in the CIA, this never would’ve happened." "If I’d protected them better, they’d still be alive." "If I hadn’t left them alone, they wouldn’t have been killed." Maybe even his ex-wife said something that destroyed him: "You were an unstoppable soldier all over the world… but you failed at the one thing that really mattered." If he believes it’s his fault, then his punishment isn’t revenge but his own suffering. That’s why he doesn’t seek justice. Because in his mind, the real culprit is himself.
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Siempre me he preguntado...¿Cómo debió ser Adler con su antigua familia? ¿Cómo era cómo padre?.
Quiero decir, sabemos que estuvo casado por su comentario a su ex esposa en call of duty cold war y en Black ops 6 vemos la parte de "hijos" censura en su expediente, así que con lo poco que sabemos de él sólo cabe preguntarse e hipotetizar en base a lo que sabemos de él, su trabajo, lo personal, historia, etc.
¿Cómo era Russell Adler con su antigua familia? ¿Cómo era con sus dos hijos? Y quizás… ¿Qué los llevó a su ex esposa y él al divorcio? Solo sabemos que a los 44 ya estaba divorciado.
¿Cómo era Adler como esposo?
Adler es un hombre reservado, controlado y adicto a su trabajo. Su vida ha estado marcada por la manipulación, la traición y la constante paranoia, lo que significa que su matrimonio no debió ser fácil para su esposa. A pesar de eso, no creo que haya sido un esposo abiertamente hostil o cruel, pero sí emocionalmente distante.
Su esposa probablemente era una mujer inteligente y fuerte, alguien que inicialmente pudo ver más allá de su frialdad y creyó que podía conectar con él. Pero con el tiempo, la falta de apertura emocional de Adler, sumada a la tensión y los secretos de su trabajo, debió hacer que la relación se volviera más difícil.
El hecho de que él siga recordándola (como lo hace en Cold War) indica que no fue una relación irrelevante para él. Pero, al mismo tiempo, su tono sarcástico sugiere que la relación terminó en malos términos o con resentimientos.
Lo más probable es que Adler intentara protegerla de su mundo, lo que lo llevó a ocultar muchas cosas, volviéndose aún más hermético y desconectado en la relación.
Es posible que su esposa no soportara vivir con un hombre que estaba siempre ausente emocional y físicamente, atrapado en misiones, sin poder compartir con ella lo que realmente pasaba en su vida. Incluso si la amaba a su manera, su naturaleza y trabajo lo hacían incapaz de ser un esposo presente.
¿Cómo era Adler como padre?
Aquí es donde la historia se vuelve aún más interesante. En Black Ops 6, la parte de "hijos" está censurada en su expediente, lo que sugiere que el tema es demasiado delicado o doloroso como para ser expuesto. Esto puede significar varias cosas:
Sus hijos están muertos → Esto explicaría por qué la información está censurada y por qué Adler nunca los menciona.
Adler perdió la custodia y se distanció completamente de ellos → Quizás la ex esposa ganó la custodia total y Adler ya no tuvo contacto con ellos.
Sus hijos están vivos, pero los mantiene en secreto por seguridad → Es posible que él mismo decidiera apartarse de ellos para protegerlos.
En cualquiera de estos casos, hay algo muy claro: Adler no pudo ser un padre completamente presente.
Si sus hijos murieron, es posible que eso haya sido un punto de quiebre definitivo en su matrimonio. Quizás murieron debido a un accidente, una enfermedad, o incluso por algo relacionado con su trabajo (¿una represalia? ¿una amenaza?). Esto explicaría por qué el tema está censurado y por qué nunca los menciona.
Si sus hijos están vivos, pero él perdió la custodia, esto sugiere que la ex esposa no quería que ellos crecieran cerca de un hombre como Adler. Podría ser que su trabajo y su falta de estabilidad lo hicieron un peligro para sus propios hijos, y ella decidió alejarlos de él.
Si aún están vivos, pero él se distanció por seguridad, esto lo haría similar a otros agentes que cortan lazos con su familia para no ponerlos en peligro.
Pero, más allá de lo que haya pasado con ellos, Adler no es el tipo de hombre que podría haber sido un padre tradicional.
No lo imagino jugando con sus hijos en el parque o ayudándolos con la tarea.
Pero sí lo imagino protegiéndolos ferozmente, aunque sin saber cómo expresarles afecto.
Si sus hijos alguna vez vieron su lado tierno, debió haber sido en momentos raros y fugaces, como cuando estaban dormidos o cuando nadie más estaba cerca.
Puede que nunca haya sabido cómo demostrar amor, pero eso no significa que no los haya querido.
Si su relación con ellos terminó en tragedia o en distancia forzada, esto podría explicar parte del cinismo y la dureza extrema que vemos en Black Ops 6. Si ya estaba roto en Cold War, para 1991 ya no le queda nada de la persona que pudo haber sido como esposo y padre.
¿Qué llevó al divorcio?
Teniendo en cuenta todo esto, hay varias razones por las cuales su matrimonio terminó antes de 1981:
Adler no podía desconectarse de su trabajo. Siempre estaba en misiones, en la CIA, en operaciones encubiertas. No era un esposo presente.
Su esposa no soportó la paranoia y los secretos. Vivir con alguien como él debió haber sido como vivir con un fantasma.
Si sus hijos murieron o algo grave les pasó, eso los destruyó como pareja. La culpa y el dolor pudieron haber hecho imposible seguir juntos.
Es posible que Adler haya querido que el matrimonio funcionara al inicio, pero su naturaleza, su trabajo y su incapacidad para conectar emocionalmente lo hicieron imposible. Y cuando finalmente se divorció, en lugar de lamentarse demasiado, simplemente siguió adelante con más brutalidad, cinismo y frialdad.
Pero el hecho de que mencione a su ex esposa con sarcasmo en Cold War sugiere que, aunque no hable mucho de ella, aún le pesa lo que pasó. Y si sus hijos ya no están en su vida, eso también explicaría su dureza emocional, su letalidad y su desconexión emocional.
Conclusión: Adler, un hombre roto por su pasado
Adler no era un esposo ideal ni un padre afectuoso, pero eso no significa que no sintiera amor a su manera. Solo que su forma de demostrarlo debió haber sido torpe, distante y llena de silencios.
La censura de su expediente en Black Ops 6 sugiere que el tema de sus hijos es algo muy serio, algo que no puede ser revelado o que él mismo no quiere enfrentar. Si sus hijos están muertos, si están vivos pero no lo recuerdan, o si él se alejó para protegerlos, el hecho de que nunca los mencione es una señal de que es un dolor que no puede permitirse mostrar.
Su ex esposa, su familia perdida, son cicatrices invisibles que lo convirtieron en el hombre que vemos en Black Ops 6. Y aunque él se vea como alguien "indestructible", los pequeños momentos en que menciona a Bell, a Hudson o a su ex esposa nos dicen que su pasado lo sigue atormentando, aunque jamás lo admitirá.
Personalmente elijo la opción de que murieron, quizás por represalias, y por eso todo terminó en un divorcio lleno de dolor y resentimientos. Explicaría el por qué en su expediente la parte de "hijos" esta censurada. Porque si los tuviera o no, era tan fácil como poner "si" o "no". Y no tachar todo. Quizás el renglón extenso tenía sus nombres y/o estado, algo como "John Adler, Mary Adler. Estado: muertos" y explica por qué la barra negra de censura es tan grande. Y quizás por eso Adler, aún con sarcasmo y dolor puede mencionar a su ex-esposa, pero jamás a sus hijos. Porque ese dolor es aún más grande y sabemos que Adler se puede definir en: reservado. Sobre todo cuando implica que puede ocultar su dolor y seguir con esa imagen impecable de tipo duro que nada le afecta.
¿Qué llevó al divorcio?
De estas 3 posibilidades que más creo que podrían ser me decanto por la tercera, que sus hijos murieron, ¿por qué insisto en esto? Porque primero viene la pareja y después nacen los hijos. Es probable que la ex-esposa de Adler ya lo haya conocido trabajando en la cia o como mínimo cuando aún era militar.
Recordemos que Adler entró al ejército a los 18 y para finales de sus 20 y principio de sus 30 años ya trabajaba en la cia y para los 44 estaba divorciado. Así que es obvio que ella ya sabía todo lo que implicaba estar con un hombre como él.
Obviamente ella también tendría que ser una mujer muy independiente. Pocos perfiles de mujeres pueden estar con alguien como Russell Adler.
Sobre todo porque nadie puede cambiar a Russell Adler.
Así que si bien no sabemos nada de su ex-esposa si podemos trazar un perfil sobre cómo era ella en base a lo que sabemos de Adler. Ya que para poder llevar AL ALTAR AL MISMÍSIMO RUSSELL ADLER estamos hablando de un tipo de mujer MUY específica y particular.
Como digo, Adler no es fácil, así que el divorcio debió ser por algo sumamente grave e irreparable. Porque ella no sería una mujer que se deje intimidar fácilmente, ella debía ser alguien a la altura de él. Porque Adler no era un marido convencional por su trabajo y tendrías que saber muy bien dónde te estás metiendo para involucrarte con alguien como Russell Adler.
Pero, también es cierto que cuando la pareja es de a dos la vida es una pero con los hijos cambia demasiado. Me es fácil imaginar que ella no tenía tantos problemas cuando eran solo novios o recién casados, siendo solo dos.
Pero cuando se sumaron los hijos seguramente intentó aguantar todo lo que pudo, quizás hasta seguía sin molestarle tanto el trabajo de Adler. Además porque, bueno, no sé cómo convence alguien a Russell Adler de que tener hijos con su trabajo es una buena idea, pero a ambos debió parecerles. Quizás por ingenuos o sobre-confianza y por eso si murieron los hijos en un accidente y o como represalia podría explicar por qué cuando lo conocemos a Adler en call of duty cold war ya era resentido con su ex-esposa y ya guardaba mucho su dolor.
Durante las misiones en Vietnam en los 60s, cuando Adler rondaba los 30s, aún lo vemos bastante relajado, dentro de lo serio que es, no tan frío, hasta se sonríe. Pero cuando volvemos al presente en 1981 se nota demasiado el contraste: Adler desconfía de Bell, más allá de que era soviético, Adler es manipulador hasta el extremo por someter a Bell al MK-Ultra, Adler es más frío y distante que de costumbre incluso con Sims, a quien por ejemplo sabemos que Adler conoce desde Vietnam por la misión de "fracture Jaw". Y se da a entender que el resto conocen de forma más personal a Adler, porque incluso Helen Park recomienda a Bell encarecidamente cómo tratar con Adler. Hasta que quizás ella sepa la verdadera razón de cómo Adler se hizo su cicatriz.
Quizás es por todo esto que aún con 44 años en 1981 Adler podría de cierta forma tolerar o ocultar mejor su dolor, pero para black ops 6 que es en 1991 cuando Adler tiene 54 años y en medio han ocurrido las muertes de Jason Hudson y Frank Woods quedó en silla de ruedas, entre más eventos, fue como un punto de inflexión, sumado a que alguien en la CIA lo había incriminado por el desastre de 1989 en Panamá, donde mataron a Hudson y Woods quedó en silla de ruedas, y aunque no sabemos, probablemente también murió Alex Mason.
Entonces, al haber perdido a su único círculo cercano de, lo más parecido que Adler podía tener como amigos, fue lo que terminó de romperlo y por eso en black ops 6 vemos a este Adler que ya no tiene miedo, porque no tiene absolutamente nada que perder.
Ya lo perdió todo: esposa, hijos, amigos...no le queda nada. Al final de la campaña Adler recupera su puesto como agente de la CIA y ya no es más un criminal, pero... no sonríe. En black ops 6 sonríe un poco entre bromas con Woods o por sarcasmo puro. Pero a su vez en su habitación hay latas de cerveza regadas por el piso y lo mismo con varias botellas de whisky, mientras que una esta a la mitad en su mesa de luz... lo que podemos intuir que todo lo que le ha pasado en los últimos diez años o quince, desde cold war al menos, le ha ido pesando demasiado. Hasta el punto donde, internamente, vemos que ya tiene señales de un colapso o crisis. Pero como siempre él lo oculta.
Esto explica frases del modo zombies como: -"A Hudson le habría encantado esta mierda", "no sobreviví a Fracture Jaw para morir en este agujero", Interesante, "¿te molesta que te llame campanita?", "tú y yo tenemos trabajo que hacer". Sobre todo las que hacen referencia a Bell, porque aunque lo diga de forma sarcástica significa que aún ronda el recuerdo de Bell, aunque lo mató, en su memoria. Y eso en Adler ya es bastante... Lo mismo con Hudson, que cuando lo nombra, se nota el tinte melancólico y nostálgico, casi triste, porque ya está muerto…
Volviendo al tema…
La teoría de que sus hijos murieron como represalia encaja demasiado bien con la censura en su expediente, su distanciamiento emocional y la transformación visible en su personalidad entre los años 60 y 90. Es un hombre que lo ha perdido todo, pero en lugar de derrumbarse por completo, se aferra a lo único que le queda: su trabajo y su fachada de control absoluto.
Si sus hijos murieron, imagino que la culpa lo devoró de una manera silenciosa pero constante. Adler es un hombre que no muestra debilidad, pero el dolor no desaparece, solo se oculta bajo capas de cinismo, alcohol y misiones suicidas. Tal vez nunca superó la idea de que su trabajo, ese mismo que lo definía y que lo hacía sentir en control, fue lo que indirectamente llevó a la tragedia.
El hecho de que mencione a su ex esposa, pero no a sus hijos, es un detalle clave. Con ella puede haber resentimiento, ira o incluso desdén, pero con sus hijos... no hay palabras suficientes para el tipo de pérdida que representa. Si sobrevivieron, pero fueron alejados de él, el resultado es similar: están muertos para él en el sentido emocional, inalcanzables.
Y la mención sobre su evolución en Black ops 6 es brutal. No es el mismo hombre que conocimos en Cold War. En los 80 todavía tenía algo de estructura, su máscara era fuerte. Para los 90, está en un punto donde el alcohol y el nihilismo lo están erosionando. No le queda nada ni nadie. Es un fantasma aferrándose a lo único que sabe hacer: pelear. Ya no por un propósito noble, sino porque es lo único que le queda.
El detalle de las frases en Zombies es increíble. Especialmente las referencias a Bell y Hudson. Significa que, por mucho que quiera aparentar que nada le importa, los recuerdos siguen ahí, grabados en su mente. Adler no es un hombre que "supera" las cosas, simplemente las entierra hasta que se convierten en parte de su esencia.
Todo esto me hace pensar… si alguna vez tuvo un momento de debilidad, de verdadera catarsis, ¿cómo habría sido? ¿Se permitió alguna vez llorar por sus hijos, aunque fuera en soledad, o simplemente dejó que el dolor lo carcomiera en silencio, como todo lo demás?
¿Qué sintió por Adler después del divorcio?
Si sus hijos murieron, probablemente sintió una mezcla de amor, odio y culpa. Pudo haberlo amado, pero también odiado por lo que pasó. Tal vez nunca lo perdonó, o tal vez entendió que él también sufrió y lo dejó ir en su mente.
Si solo se alejó de él, quizás lo recuerda con resentimiento y lástima. Lo conoció cuando aún tenía un brillo en los ojos, pero si lo viera en los 90, sabría que ese hombre está roto. Puede que lo odie, pero también que en el fondo le dolería verlo así.
Este perfil encaja con la idea de que Adler jamás menciona a sus hijos, pero sí a su ex esposa. Con ella, el dolor es soportable, se puede disfrazar con sarcasmo o indiferencia. Con sus hijos… el dolor es demasiado profundo, demasiado real. Y eso es algo que ni él puede permitir que salga a la superficie.
¿Saben por qué también creo que sus hijos murieron y eso llevó al divorcio?
Porque Jason Hudson estaba casado y tenía hijos, Alex Mason también estuvo casado y tuvo un hijo, pero su esposa falleció. Así que en sí, el matrimonio o el trabajo de Adler no eran impedimentos para tener una relación. Aún con la personalidad de Adler, eso no fue el impedimento. Evidentemente fue algo tan grave que llevó a un punto de inflexión en la relación…
El matrimonio en sí no era el problema. Hudson tenía esposa e hijos, y Mason también, aunque terminó siendo viudo. Incluso Woods, con su vida de soldado endurecido, logró crear un vínculo con su hijo. Lo que diferencia a Adler de ellos es que algo pasó que hizo imposible que siguiera casado. Algo irreversible.
El divorcio no fue solo el resultado de una relación desgastada, sino el punto final de un evento devastador. Y la mejor explicación es que sus hijos murieron, y eso destruyó todo lo que quedaba entre él y su esposa.
¿Por qué la muerte de sus hijos es la explicación más probable?
Adler no menciona a sus hijos, pero sí a su ex esposa.
Si sus hijos estuvieran vivos, aunque no tuviera contacto con ellos, la forma en la que hablaría de su familia sería diferente.
En cambio, menciona a su ex esposa con amargura y sarcasmo, pero nunca habla de sus hijos, ni siquiera en chistes. El silencio es un grito.
Si sus hijos hubieran sobrevivido, la CIA podría haberle dado algún acceso a ellos.
La CIA tiene recursos para proteger identidades, pero también para facilitar contactos secretos si fuera necesario.
Hudson pudo ver a su familia. Mason, aunque en circunstancias distintas, también. Si Adler no tiene ninguna relación con sus hijos, lo más lógico es que ya no existan.
La manera en que Adler lidia con el dolor es autodestructiva.
Sabemos que Adler es un hombre que, a pesar de su control, tiene tendencias autodestructivas.
El alcohol y el cinismo son sus formas de anestesiarse.
Si su familia simplemente lo dejó, eso dolería, pero no lo destrozaría de la misma forma que perderlos para siempre.
El evento que lo cambió todo: la muerte de sus hijos
¿Cómo murieron?
La muerte de los hijos de Adler no fue accidental ni natural. Para que haya tenido un impacto tan brutal en su vida y en su matrimonio, tuvo que estar relacionada con su trabajo.
1. Fueron asesinados en represalia por su trabajo
Adler hizo demasiados enemigos a lo largo de los años. KGB, Viet Cong, traficantes, dictadores derrocados… cualquiera pudo haber querido vengarse de él.
Su familia era su punto débil, y alguien lo supo. Un ataque dirigido a su esposa e hijos habría sido un mensaje claro: "no eres intocable".
Si esto pasó, Adler probablemente se siente culpable, porque sabe que fue su culpa. Su trabajo, su vida, atrajo el peligro hasta ellos.
2. Murieron en un ataque que él no pudo prevenir
Tal vez estaban en un país extranjero bajo protección de la CIA y hubo un ataque que salió mal.
Quizás un atentado, una explosión o un tiroteo los tomó por sorpresa.
Si este fue el caso, Adler estaba lejos cuando sucedió. No pudo hacer nada. Solo recibió la noticia demasiado tarde.
La impotencia de no haber estado ahí lo habría destrozado.
3. Un "accidente" que nunca quedó claro
Puede que oficialmente la CIA lo haya clasificado como un "accidente". Pero Adler sabe que no fue casualidad.
Quizás hubo un encubrimiento, quizás nunca encontró a los responsables. Eso lo consumiría aún más.
El divorcio: el punto de quiebre final
Cuando sus hijos murieron, su esposa nunca lo perdonó.
Tal vez lo culpó directamente.
"Si no hubieras estado en la CIA, esto nunca habría pasado."
"Sabías que estábamos en peligro, pero nunca nos protegiste lo suficiente."
"Preferiste tu trabajo a tu familia, y ahora estamos pagando el precio."
O tal vez no lo culpó directamente, pero el dolor fue demasiado grande.
No importaba cuánto se amaran, el peso de la tragedia era insoportable.
Ambos se convirtieron en sombras de lo que fueron.
Cada vez que se miraban, solo veían el recuerdo de lo que perdieron.
Adler probablemente reaccionó hundiéndose en su trabajo.
No enfrentó su duelo. Se tiró de lleno a más misiones, más guerra, más adrenalina.
Su esposa lo vio alejarse hasta volverse irreconocible.
¿Qué tipo de hombre quedó después de eso?
El Adler de los 80 y 90 es un hombre sin raíces.
No tiene familia. No tiene hogar. No tiene más propósito que la guerra y las misiones.
Está atrapado en un círculo de autodestrucción.
Pero, sobre todo, nunca se permitió llorar.
Por eso no lo menciona. Por eso nunca habla de sus hijos. Porque si lo hiciera, todo su control se desmoronaría.
Lo único que no me cuadra es...si sus hijos murieron por cualquiera de estas causas, haya sido lo que haya sido, ¿por qué Adler no buscó venganza? Si el tipo es imparable...¿por qué sólo autodestruirse?
si sus hijos murieron y él no buscó venganza, algo muy jodido tuvo que haber pasado.
Las razones más probables:
1. Porque nunca supo quién fue el responsable
Si el ataque fue planeado, es posible que la persona o el grupo detrás de ello nunca dejó rastro.
Si la CIA encubrió lo que pasó, Adler pudo haber recibido versiones manipuladas de los hechos.
Si fue un atentado encubierto, tal vez los responsables fueron eliminados antes de que él pudiera encontrarlos.
Si fue un asesinato calculado, tal vez los culpables eran figuras demasiado protegidas para que él pudiera alcanzarlas.
Si nunca supo con certeza quién lo hizo, no podía vengarse. Y eso lo volvería loco.
El no saber, el estar en la oscuridad, sería peor que cualquier otra cosa. Lo dejaría sin dirección, sin un enemigo claro al que matar. Y en vez de enfocarse en la venganza, terminaría consumiéndose en su propia desesperación.
2. Porque ya se había vengado... pero no le trajo paz
Otra posibilidad es que sí encontró a los responsables y los mató, pero no le sirvió de nada.
Quizás fue algo frío y calculado, una cacería donde eliminar a los culpables se sintió vacío.
Quizás pensó que al matarlos encontraría alivio, pero la verdad es que sus hijos seguían muertos.
Cuando tu única razón para la venganza es traer de vuelta a los muertos, nunca hay satisfacción.
Si esto pasó, fue la gota que lo terminó de romper.
3. Porque fue una traición interna
Este escenario es jodido, pero podría ser que su propia gente—la CIA—estuvo involucrada.
Quizás su familia quedó expuesta porque alguien en la CIA decidió que no valía la pena protegerlos.
Quizás la CIA encubrió la verdad para proteger su propia reputación.
Si Adler se enteró de esto, sabía que enfrentarse a la CIA no lo llevaría a nada.
Esto explicaría su resentimiento hacia la agencia.
No es solo amargura por el tiempo que le dieron en servicio.
Es rabia contenida, impotencia de saber que lo traicionaron de la peor forma.
En este caso, la autodestrucción no es solo por el dolor, sino porque no puede hacer justicia.
4. Porque en el fondo se culpa a sí mismo
Independientemente de quién fue el responsable, Adler probablemente siente que la muerte de sus hijos fue su culpa.
"Si no hubiera estado en la CIA, esto nunca habría pasado."
"Si los hubiera protegido mejor, todavía estarían vivos."
"Si no los hubiera dejado solos, no los habrían matado."
Tal vez hasta su ex esposa le dijo algo que lo destruyó:
"Fuiste un soldado imparable en todas partes del mundo... pero fallaste en lo único que realmente importaba."
Si él cree que la culpa es suya, entonces su castigo no es la venganza, sino su propio sufrimiento.
Por eso no busca justicia. Porque en su mente, el verdadero responsable es él.
En honor, y adelantado, por y para: @mypetitelune Espero te guste.
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