#simp-ly

[simp-ly-writes]

Professionals

─────── · · A Black Ops 6 FanFic

Pairing: Russell Adler x Fem!Spy!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You are a MI6 spy with a secret mission different to what the CIA has requested you for; using your information gathering expertise, you pose as Russell Adlers wife as the both of you go undercover abroad, the catch? MI6 wants to know everything about your "husband" just as much as you do.

─ · · TAGS: no use of (y/n), non-canon compliant, flirting, use of pet names, teasing, fluff.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,607

─ · · A/N: I always wanted to try and make one of those series that stems off into prompts and scenarios so use this chapter as the basis! 😊 (I hope this somewhat makes sense lol).

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Monday Night | MI6 Agency, London

It was one of the few nice nights of the year yet here you were sat inside your Directors office. A couple dozen high ranking officers swarming around you, the room tense in wait as the leather of your seat groaned as you took a seat.

One thing happened after another, a team was preparing your looks, another briefing you on culture, customs and speech. You had worked for the secret intelligence service for over two and a half decades, starting right out of university yet had never experienced something quite like this in all your history. All you could do is nod along.

"He'll be sat there waiting when you arrive. He is CIA, Clandestine special officer. A full report will be sent to your room when you arrive, deployment immediately. You are dismissed, officer," was all you gathered from your Director before you were being followed out into a car, your belongings already packed for you, ring box sitting heavy between your hands in your lap. You couldn't find it in you to open it.

"You ready, (last/name)?" one of your fellow operators, Bill asked you, driving the car another office sat shotgun, so much security... you think to yourself, worried for what the hell kind of a mission they were sending you on and with who of all people?

"What am I not ready for?" you ask back, faking confidence yet feeling frustrated by the lack of information you were receiving before going overseas and acting as a double-agent.

"Well, from knowing you, marriage," he chuckles, fixing the rear-view mirror as you shuffle around in the backseat. It was obviously meant to be a joke to cheer you up yet the word marriage rung through your head, echoing on repeat.

"Well it's not like I'm actually gonna get married, Bill. Just got to look all pretty, get the information, and get the hell out. The ring is just another thing of the disguise at the end of the day," you reply with nonchalance before opening the ring box- immediately regretting so as you stare at the most gorgeous ring you could ever dream of.

What the fuck, is all you can mutter underneath you breath before Bill is pulling into a parking sport at the airport. The other officer already running around back to the truck, unloading your gear. Bill lets out a long low whistle after seeing the ring.

"Well, everyone's going to know your a taken woman with that rock on your finger." You flip Bill the finger, placing the ring onto your left hand before throwing the box into your handbag and stepping out of the car. A plane waits for you on the tarmac, engines already roaring and with one wave back to the boys, you are off up in the air on on your way to America.

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Tuesday Morning | Hotel, Washington, D.C.

When arriving to the "Land of Freedom," you quickly hailed a cab to your to-be-shared hotel room for the next few days. Your boss mentioned it as a speed, "get-to-know one another" meeting but in your eyes it would be the opportunity to get the upper hand on information.

Your mission was simple, do the missions the CIA wanted you in, provide them with the information they wanted all the while taking what your agency wanted- who exactly is Russell Adlers and what the hell they were doing with brainwashing.

You were surprised to see how many lanes of traffic there were on your want to the hotel room and once arriving to the five-star hotel, staff members were there awaiting your arrival, "Mrs. Adler, please allow me to hold your belongings and bring them up to your room for you. An assortment of breakfast has been prepared at your husbands request and will arrive in 30 minutes."

White gloves swiftly took your baggage from out of the trunk another holding the door open for you both before leading you up to your room. Deep stained hardwood made your heels click against its surface in tune with the live performance piano. You took in the dazzling crystal chandeliers of the lobby with its panelled walls and luscious plants. The elevator was glass with a gold banister that you leaned upon, examining every exist and staff member positioned for the "just-in-case" that came with the job.

With a ding, you were up to the ninth floor and lead down a cosy lit hallway before being presented with your keycard. A white glove motioned to the scanner before holding the door open for you to enter first.

The room was moody and romantic just as the lobby was fit with golden accents, walls in that signature wood paneling, and floor finished in a plush cream carpet. A kitchenette, small living space and bed set with fresh white sheets and a few too many pillows off to another room set within the suite. You were impressed to say the least once hearing the last of your luggage be placed within the room.

"Is there anything else we could assist you with Mrs. Adler?" the staff member asks, eyes hanging onto your every word- eager to help. You smiled at the young man before shaking your head with a smile. A strand of your hair falling out of place in doing so. "No, I am quite alright. Thank you for your work, I'll be sure to make my husband reward your service this morning." And with that, the door closed behind you as you took in the silence of the space before going digging.

Grabbing your gloves from your purse on the counter you opened every drawer and cranny, looking underneath every piece of furniture in the main room before heading towards the bedroom. The singular bed mocked you as the white sheets glistened through the sunlight peaking through the sheer curtains.

A singular small suitcase sat on an armchair that faced the bed. Delicately zipping it open you took apart its components yet finding nothing out of the ordinary, not a sloppy worker, you praised your "husband" before placing a small tracker into one of the open seams.

Standing back up and looking outside the reflection of another body behind you had you freezing in the moment. A tall man stood behind you by the outline of his broad shoulders, your eyes flickered between the two of you in the reflection. His voice casting goosebumps across your skin before you were reining yourself in, remember who you are, remember what the job is, remember-

"Hello, Sweetheart. Anything your looking for in particular?"

Shit. You turned around, casting a quick signature smile before slowly taking off your gloves and walking over to the side table. You felt his stare watching as you moved around the room as you took a seat on the corner of the bed.

"Just making sure that my husband was leaving me with no surprises after all you do know how much your wife hates them so," you retort now taking your time to stare. You took in the loafers he wore, freshly polished and leather matching the belt looping through pressed dress pants with the collared shirt he wore, a pair of aviators hanging from the unbuttoned part of his shirt.

His muscles bulged from the sleeves, veins casting up from his fingertips and up to his neck, beard freshly shaven and fitting the classy affluent couple look you both were assigned. Your eyes stopped at his face, watching as his head tilted in a silent demand for you to dare ask about the scar running up from his cheek to his nose.

"Already getting protective of me?" Adler teases catching your ring finger twitch at the name with a smirk.

You didn't appreciate him already trying to be above you, "the papers never said my husband would be handsome. How could they leave such an important part out?" you smile, your words genuine but the way in which you cross your legs after saying it as your husband raising a brow before rolling his eyes.

"I'm not the one you're trying to charm over. Save it for when we get overseas, I'm sure they'll enjoy it more-"

"And you didn't enjoy me calling you handsome?" you press forwards watching Adler roll his shoulders before scoffing. "I know I am, didn't need you to say it."

You gasp playfully, standing to tease more of his personality out of him but before you can reach Adler has your wrist in a firm yet gentle grip, cautious of his own strength. "I'm not going to break if you hold me so gently, Mr. Adler."

"Well, Mrs. Adler. If you think I'm going to get handsy you're wrong. Take the bed tonight, I'll settle on the couch."

Breakfast arrived shortly after your teasing match and while eating you appreciated that Adler did in fact hold table manners. Always making sure your coffee and water was filled yet apparently it was a step too far in asking for a bite off his plate as he waved you off.

It was the first day of a mission that you did not know when it would end but as you laid there in the cold sheets listening to Adler hum along to something on the radio before taking a drag from his cigarette. There was the smallest part of you hopeful that he would not hate you after all of this that became overshadowed by the job and everything you had at stake. There was no question but being the utmost professional.

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─ · · A/N: what did you think?? 👀 I've got some ideas of Adler finding out you have a side mission, introducing you to members of the team, missions gone wrong-AH! So many ideas, let me know if any of these stand out! 😄💕

[simp-ly-writes]

Really super sorry for my *super* delayed reply 😬. I am actively working on this amazing idea ahhhh 🫶

I literally love your smosh content so much and was wondering about a spencer x reader??

I would love a fic set during a dread video! maybe reader and spencers characters have some flirting going on (almost like him and amanda lol), and everyone else, including them, can't tell if it's just for show or there's some real undertones during it.

thank you so much for all the hard work you do and you always bring my ideas to life!! 🫀

ahh i’m so sorry girlie i haven’t watched the dread video(s)!! 😩 thank you so much for your kind words and for thinking of me. this is such a fun idea though and i hope you can get this written for you!! sending lots of love your way 🎀🫶

[yashley]

ashley in c3e24

[fluffydice]

Shoutout my favorite kubosai moment, which is when Kuboyasu is infodumping about a yakuza movie and Saiki says “I keep ignoring him but he’s not LEAVING” before immediately disproving himself by going “He’s a bad storyteller, I can’t even tell how many guys are in this film”

[simp-ly-writes]

AHH! SO sorry I didn't see this sooner! thank you for the tag @infpt-zylith 😄

7 Comfort Movies:

1. The Princess Bride 🎭 (1987)

2. Career Opportunities 🛼 (1991)

3. The Princess Dairies 👑 (2001)

4. Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper 👸 (2004)

5. Marley & Me 🐶 (2008)

6. La La Land 💃🕺 (2016)

7. The Greatest Showman 🎩 (2017)

Alright, I may have been obsessed with princesses as a kid... no pressure tags: @minnieplier-blog @sharpie-123 @jessielightyear8 and anyone else who wants to join the chain!

tagged by the awesome @hollytanaka🩷

Top 7 comfort films

1. Sleeping Beauty (1959)

2. Cinderella (1950)

3. The Little Mermaid (1989)

4. Jurassic Park (1993)

5. Goodfellas (1990)

6. Titanic (1997)

7. Spider-Man 2 (2004)

Tagging @efingart @brewed-pangolin @writeforfandoms @deadbranch @greatstormcat @slutweeds @mango-parfait

[harmonysanreads]

Ratio's hair looks so soft and pretty... Idk why but out of everyone else, his hair catches my attention the most. Maybe it's the way it sways when he moves, maybe it's the way it curls, maybe it's his hair accessory...

[didderd]

(Baggs wouldn't even need to dress up for halloween, he's already wearing th perfect mad scientist costume)

[pretty-fishy]

Eddie upon seeing Buck, a guy who literally rammed into him two days earlier: Buck!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Like Man have some self respect

[wreckedhoney]

have u guys fcking seen this ?

hELLO ?? ?

[thesaltwateremu]

I’m sorry, yorick is so fucking annoying. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hilarious, but every time he talks I’m just like “shut your mouth, you unhelpful little shit”

[simp-ly-writes]

From being able to magically move items between your and your party's inventory- feel as though the companions would do the same to yours if given the chance. Astarion would give you an extra dagger of his someday with a note saying "just in case." While Lae'zel would manage to place a whole-ass sword or something like that. Wyll and Gale would so place little notes of encouragement or witty/flirty lines they came up with. Halsin would be attentive and place useful items you may had forgotten before departing. Similar to Shadowheart would place either extra healing potions or a favorite plant or flower of yours. Karlach would place just about anything- too fascinated with the ability in general. From a very pretty rock to a large exploding barrel- she would be testing the limits with bright eyes and a wide smile while Gale would be taking notes on the whole experiment.

[yanpsychobitch]

My Giorno boy is ruthless and will dominate all the fuckers

[mik3stuff]

mcu is the best Loki so shut up you are wrong! Only tom hiddleston is the best Loki the rest are lame copycats especially these rp ones ugh

LMAAAAO AND YOU HAD TO GO ANONYMOUS AND BULLY MINORS ON THE INTERNET BECAUSE OF THIS???????? IF U'RE SURE THEN SHOW YOUR FACE COWARD

[vilandel]

Fuegoleon OC Ships

(done with picrew)

I forgot to do this yesterday, but well, better late than never...

My Lital, @thoughtfullyrainynightmare's Solara and @mamavino's Esmeralda are the three OCs that I know to be paired with Fuegoleon and I just love & ship all three of them.

Of course I ship my own OC, but the other two are great as well. I love all three because how each of those ships are different from one another, in the relationship and just with the OCs who all have different stories and backgrounds, not to mention magics and in a way, motivations and goals, even though that can also blend with each other's.

And still, they share the same deep love for the wonderful man that is Fuegoleon Vermillion. I'm swooning over all three love stories, in their differences and similarities. I can't really put it into words, but each of them are lovely in many ways to me.

Fuelital, Fuesmeralda and Fuelara are all amazing ships! I love them so much that I kinda want one of them to be canon^^ Well, I think it's normal that you want your OC to be canon, but I want Esmeralda and Solara as canon as I want Lital it to be.

I sadly don't know yet other OCs paired with Fuegoleon, but to all the others who have an OC with him: Thank you for creating them and for giving Fuegoleon Vermillion the love he absolutely deserves!

As for you, @mamavino and @thoughtfullyrainynightmare, thank you for creating Esmeralda and Solara, I love them as much as my Lital.

[cookimint28]

Do you make dooddles irl ?like can u show us some of your fucked up hotel ?

btw love your art<3

Yes and thk you !!!

I have all other drawing but not really about Fucked Up Hotel it's about helluva boss :

In the last pic it Say :

VIVZIEPOP !!!

MAKE A SHORT ABOUT THOES TWO(verosika and stolas)GOING TO EARHT !!!

AND MY SOUL..IS YOURS !!!!

[cringengl]

Look at this and never EVER say that Will isn't down horrendous for Mike ever again😡😡😡