#bell x reader

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Hi if you're still taking requests, how about yandere bell vs yandere Adler over reader? Maybe bell acts pitiful for sympathy and is planning duga (as they should) while Adler is Adler ig.

Thank you - sorry this took a long time to get around to!

Two Promises

Yandere!Bell x F!Reader x Yandere! Russell Adler

CW: Blood

At some point you realise that you can feel your fingers again. You can feel the brick dust under your nails, your wrists are stiff as you try to move them, and pain prickles across your face when you scrunch it up. There are two people talking nearby, which you recognise as Mason and Woods before you even open your eyes.

“Jesus, can you two get a room?” Your voice is deeper than usual, and each breath you take feels harsh in your throat. After a moment of struggle, it gets easier, as your body remembers that it’s meant to do this.

“No. Not until you wake up.” Mason is leaning towards you, grinning as you force your eyes open despite the bright, clinical light.

“I’m up, I’m up…” You flip him off, turning your head away from the beside lamp as you struggle up onto your elbows, exhaling slowly when you have to stop there as your entire body aches. “Hell… where are we?”

“Back in Berlin.” Woods finally takes pity on you and offers you his hand to help you sit up. “You took quite a hit up on the roof.”

“Must have been.” You wince, shoulders creaking as you reach up to rub the back of your head.

“You slept the whole way back. Had Bell worried sick.” Mason passes you some water, and you clenched the glass tightly, letting the cool liquid spread through your dry mouth.

“Is he…” You look around the room again. You’re definitely back in the Berlin safehouse, in one of the bunkrooms tucked up near the roof. Surprisingly, other than you, Mason and Woods, it’s empty. You’d rather expected to find Bell, or Adler, at your side when you woke.

“Bell’s okay. He’s with Adler right now, trying to decide our next steps.” Woods leans back in his chair, folding his arms as his leg bounced restlessly, like he’d rather be there too.

“What’s there to do, after the shit show we just went through?” Cuba had turned this whole operation on its head. Instead of one nuke, Perseus now had dozens, and with one detonation code, could end the lives of millions in Europe, with American fingerprints all over it. You’d spent this whole operation desperately trying to catch up with an enemy who was always one step ahead of you, and now it was going to take a miracle to pull this final step off.

“Yeah… not sure what Adler has planned.” Woods stands, shaking his shoulders out. “But, you know what he’s like.” 

“A dog with a bone.” You agree, before taking another sip of water. This time, you spy the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table and reach for them. Being upright and talking was helping you feel a little better, but you need to be ready to go, and for that you need something a lot stronger.

“Yeah.” Mason sighed, glancing around. 

A moment of silence passes, before you glance at the other empty beds, and broach the inevitable question. “Lazar and Park…” 

“Both gone.” Woods looks like he’s about to start pacing, but drops back into his chair. “Bell said the skyhook window was closing, he only had time to grab one person, and you were closest.”

Had you been? You frown, but it’s all a blur in your mind. The explosion, hearing the countdown in your earpiece, Park’s cry, Bell’s arms wrapping around you as he buckled you to his vest just seconds before the two of you had been yanked into the sky. 

You shake two tablets out of the bottle and swallow them one after the other. “How’s Hudson taking it?”

Woods shrugs. “He’s his normal hard ass self. Trying to work out what to tell London, last we checked.” 

You nod slowly, draining the glass of water in the vain hope it would wash the taste of the pills from your mouth. The news of their deaths didn’t shock you. It’s not like you were close to either Park or Lazar, having met both about three weeks ago, but it’s always bad to lose people. Especially, when she’s an MI6 agent out on loaner. Losing them one of their agents would certainly put the CIA on MI6’s shit list for a little while.

The door at the end of the room squeaks as it opens, revealing Hudson, as ever frowning. He quickly takes in the room, his gaze moving over you, assessing that as you were now awake, you don’t need your baby sitters.

“Mason, Woods. We have a location.” 

“Where?” You asked, as Mason and Woods immediately got up to go with him.

“It’s not for you to worry about. Keep resting.” None of them look at you again as they leave the room, the door squeaking again as they close it behind them.

“I’m fine! Tell me when we’re leaving…” Your cry turns into a mutter after the trio disappears from your view, leaving you alone. Despite your words, your head still felt heavy, because the stupid painkillers were taking their sweet time to do their job.

You lean back into your pillow for a few more minutes, trying to tell if your pain has gone away yet, before realising you could end up sitting here forever if you did that. You toss the blankets covering you off, and try to swing your legs off the bed. It’s hardly graceful, but you manage it, gripping the bedframe as you pull yourself to your feet.

You’re still dressed in the same clothes, though your coat had been removed, and your boots have been left at the foot of the bed. You knock the dust off and pull them on, walking slowly to the door and pulling it open.

It’s only a short walk to the main room, where you assumed everyone would be waiting, but when you enter, only Sims and Adler were present. They’re both on the far side of the room from you, huddling over Sims’ desk together as Sims dials a number on his phone and Adler holds his hand out, waiting to be given the receiver. 

“Hey… you’re alright.” Bell’s relieved voice stops you as you pass by the caged door on the way to the evidence board. He’s just come out of the equipment room in the back. Is he getting ready to leave already?

“Yeah, I am.” You stop, turning to face him. “Thanks to you, it seems.”

He nods. “There… wasn’t much choice in it, really. It would’ve been nice to save everyone, but... I just knew I couldn’t leave you behind.”

“Yeah, well. Thank you. It was a tough decision to make.” Guilt flares in your chest. Your survival hadn’t been down to chance. Bell had picked you out in the chaos and decided to save you over the others, be it because he liked you, or because Adler would have skinned him alive if he had left you there.

Your rambling thoughts prompt you to glance over at him, and you catch Adler staring straight at you. It’s like he could hear you thinking about him. After a moment, you smile and give him a thumbs up, which seems to satisfy him, before he turns back to Sims as he hands Adler the phone. For once, it seems work was more important than him coming over and inserting himself into your conversation.

Adler had a strange habit of doing that with you. Whenever you’re talking with someone other than him, he finds a reason to come over and help you with your work, inevitably chasing the other person away to get on with whatever they’re supposed to be doing, rather than distracting you.

He did so much of your work for you, it was like he didn’t trust you to do anything right, even though he’d personally requested for you to be on his team.

You still weren’t sure why he’d asked for you. Yes, you’re a competent operator, and a trained code breaker, but your skills were nothing compared to everyone around you. Hudson, Mason and Woods were CIA legends, Sims and Park had history with Adler, and she brought MI6 connections, and Lazar had insight into Arash Kadivar’s network and its Soviet connections. You felt woeful by comparison, and a bit intimidated by Adler’s shady, rumour filled reputation.

That personal request did technically make him your CO, but even with that, Adler shouldn’t need special confirmation that you were okay. It should have been enough for Mason or Woods to pass it on.

It’s probably why you’d found yourself so drawn towards Bell. Like everyone else, his skills blew yours out of the water, but unlike them, he was a similar age to you, your work overlapped a lot, and spending time with him was the odd exception to Adler’s habit of wandering over to interrupt you.

“Yeah…” Bell’s gaze lingers on Adler too, before he looks back at you and smiles. “Are you sure you’re feeling good? You slept right through the trip back.”

“So Mason said.”

“Mason?” Bell’s eyes dart to the door behind you. “When did you speak with him?”

“Uh… a few minutes ago. I guess someone thought I shouldn’t wake up alone.”

“Adler did say… something like that.” He looks back at you. “Have you heard the plan?”

“Hudson said you had a location?”

He nods. “Duga.”

“The radar array?” 

He nods again, then tilts his head as he looks down at your body, like he’s trying to assess if you’re injured. “We’ll be leaving within the hour, if Adler has his way. Are you…”

“I’m fine. I’m coming.” 

“Good.” Relief floods his face again before he places his hand on your shoulder. “Listen… do you trust me?”

You stare at him for a second, taking in how serious his expression is. At least, as far as you can tell in the dim light. “Of course. I owe you my life, Bell.” 

“I know…” The reminder makes him smile, as if he doesn’t care that saving you had caused two others to die. He moves his hand down to take yours, palm cool as he squeezes yours tight. “Just… whatever happens in Duga, promise me you’ll stay close to me. I’ll look after you.” 

His bloodshot eyes bore into your soul, like there’s a second meaning to his words. He must be on edge, after Cuba. He looks like he hasn’t slept since then. 

“I promise, Bell.” You speak softly. “I promise.” 

“Good.” He starts to say something else, before Adler loudly hangs up the phone on the other side of the room, making Bell drop your hand. 

You both step back from each other as he crosses the room towards you. You turn to watch him approach, only seeing out of the corner of your eye as Bell’s posture stiffens, his face hardening as he tightens his jaw.

“We’ll be out in an hour.” Adler sounds pleased with himself. “Bell, make sure Mason and Woods know. They’ll want to come with us.”

“On it.” Bell’s voice sounds wooden when he speaks, only saying those two words before he shuffles past Adler and disappears from your sight as Adler steps into your space. 

“Hello.” You look up at him as he straightens his glasses. 

“You… gave me quite a fright.”

“Oh… sorry.” You mumble. It wasn’t your fault you got hurt. And, since when was it his business to be worried about you? Two other operatives were dead. “I’m sorry about the others.”

“Don’t be.”

“What?”

“This is out line of business. We lose people. You can’t stop for them.”

“Right…” You nod slowly. You forget that the man is a fucking psychopath. 

“What was Bell asking you about?”

“If I was okay. He pulled me out, after all.”

“That he did.” Adler smiles, then moves to one aide, between you and the rest of the room. “Did he tell you the plan?”

“Duga? Yeah.” You glance at the desk where Sims had been only a few minutes ago. His chair was empty. Where did he go?

“Right, and you’re staying here.”

“What?” Your heart sinks. He can’t be serious… not with how hard you’d worked to prove yourself, and the team being down two members. 

“You’re not coming to Duga.”

“Why?”

“I said you’re not. This is my operation, and it will be too dangerous.”

“I… I’m not fragile, Adler.”

He takes in a sharp breath when you say his name, before taking another step forward, cornering you back further into the cage.

“You just survived a near hit from a rocket. It’s a miracle you’re not dead, even if we thought you were on the way back, when you wouldn’t open your eyes.” His voice cracks, as he pauses and takes in a breath. “I never should have let you come with us to Cuba.”

You take a step back, trying to move out from between him and the tall shelves behind you. Why was he so upset about you? He didn’t bat an eye over two deaths, including Park who was supposedly an old friend of his, but he was utterly messed up over the fact that you could have died? 

“You’re a goddamn desk jockey. We’re going into a hell of a fire fight in Duga, which you aren’t ready for. I need you to stay here, to stay safe.”

You bristle at his words. You hadn’t always been behind a desk. You knew how to operate in the field. Did he really think you were going to sit the last little bit out? “Then, why did you ask for me?” 

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you ask for me to be a part of this team? Bell’s a better cryptographer than I am, and everyone else is either a fucking legend, or has connections we need.” You take another step, and end up leaning against one of the metal tables, next to an old radio. “You didn’t need me here.”

“Yes, I did. I… needed, need you.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft, but it doesn’t distract you from the fact he didn’t answer your question. Instead, he moves closer to you and takes your chin in his fingers, tilting your face up towards his.

You’d prefer he not touch you like this, but you stop yourself from pulling away from his touch. He’d easily be able to stop you from doing so, and he enjoyed a reputation that meant no one would listen to you if you tried to say anything about it.

“Do you not need me now?” The question is pathetic. You’re begging him, and you hate it, but you can’t tell what this gesture means from him, since he was an unreadable brick at the best of times, and you’d seen more emotion from him in the past five minutes than ever before. You had no idea how he was going to react.

If only Bell was here. He’d straighten this out. He’d listen to you. 

Adler’s fingers tighten on your chin for a second before he drops his hand back to his side. “No, I still… fine. You can come, but you stick with me so I can keep an eye on you.”

“Yes, sir.” You nod, and he squeezes your shoulder in a way you think is meant to be praise. 

“Go on, then. We leave in fifty.” He slowly moves back, just enough for you to squeeze past him into the main room and meet up with the rest of the team, already gearing up for the long trip to Duga.

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True to both of their promises, with each not knowing about the other, you ride with Adler and Bell in the truck out from the infill point. You end up sitting between them, with Adler driving and you and Bell on look out, scoping the trees for any sign of a threat.

It’s strange to be in the presence of both of them at the same time. Up until now, you’d only been with them one on one, with them passing each other by like ships in the night, as Bell seemed to instinctively know to make himself scarce when Adler came around you. He was the only one who had worked it out, and everyone else was a bit harder for Adler to chase away when he’d decided your conversation with them had gone on long enough. For that, Bell had almost been exception, and Adler would leave you alone with Bell for a lot longer than anyone else, even if he did come in and send Bell away eventually. 

Even though you’d only known him a few weeks, you liked being around Bell. Working with him, watching his eyes fly across the data sheets as you tried to keep up and follow his trail, talking about the missions after debrief. Talking with him was a breath of fresh air, as when you were speaking, Bell would latch onto your every word, not interrupting or talking over you, asking sensible questions to learn more about you. In turn, he was happy to tell you his stories, omitting identifiable information to be sure, but giving you enough to understand why Adler was so keen to have him here to work with you. 

Adler was none of those things. Where Bell was curious and caring, Adler was domineering. He knew what was best for you, he made decisions for you, with what felt like no actual consideration for you, even though he continually sought you out to have awkward snippets of conversation, where he gave you nothing, you tried to be nice, and he always ended up steamrolling you.

They couldn’t be more different, and yet there were some striking similarities between them. Namely, that they were both drove themselves forward with a terrifying intensity. For what you couldn’t say, as neither of them graced you with their thoughts, but you’d seen how, at times, they would wear the same expressions, their eyes smoulder in the same way, searching for a way to their target. 

It hadn’t let up now that they were headed in to the final confrontation. You’d expected the car ride to be full of snide conversation as they competed for your attention, but it had been strangely quiet the whole time. You weren’t about to start anything either, not after Adler’s odd behaviour back in the safehouse, and you couldn’t talk to Bell about what you wanted to with him around. You’d being trying to find a quiet moment to ask Bell if he was okay ever since you’d left the safehouse, but someone had always been around the pair of you for the whole trip.

Besides, this wasn’t a pleasure trip. Your eyes scan the forest outside as you drive past. As far as you can tell, the trees outside are as quiet as the inside of the truck is. After Cuba, you’d expected to find heavy resistance, but there had been nothing so far. You have to keep resisting the urge to grab Bell’s hand when his shoulder rubs against yours, as Mason and Woods call in to report similar lack of activity from their side of the site. 

It was odd, but not damning yet. Perhaps Perseus was only working with small number of men, to keep his profile low, or because he believed no one would be able to discover his location. Maybe, it wasn’t even you he was trying to hide from, instead, from the authorities in Moscow, not counting on getting caught in Adler’s crosshairs instead. 

“Alright… everyone converge on the gate.” Adler sighs, putting down the receiver after the latest check in with Mason and Woods. “Seeing anything?”

“No.” You glance at Adler, as Bell shakes his head. You still can’t see any sign of worry in him, though he must be feeling it by now.

Adler slows the truck down as he turns a corner and approaches the gate. There’s a truck already stopped by the gate, and two figures on the ground opening it so you can head deeper into the compound.

The buildings are dwarfed by the treeline, a soviet flag flapping in the breeze… and everything is still quiet. There are no patrols, no guards on the doors. It’s like the whole place is deserted.

Adler stops the truck just inside the chain link boundary, nodding to Mason and Woods in greeting as he turns to get out of the truck. Bell quickly grabs your hand and squeezes it, silently reminding you of your promise, before he picks up his gun and swings himself out of the passenger door.

You were about to follow him when Adler leans back and places his hand on your arm. “Remember, stick by me.”

You nod, and he lets you go, getting out of the driver’s side as you follow Bell out of the passengers.  

“There’s nothing here. This can’t be the right place.” Mason shakes his head as he approaches. Adler heads forward to speak with him, not noticing as you hang back to stay between him and Bell, who had stopped next to the truck’s bonnet.

“We didn’t see anything on our side either.” Adler says, which you confirm by nodding to Mason, before glancing back at the woods around you. On a nice day like this, you’d expect to hear birdsong, or insects buzzing around, but there’s nothing.

“I knew it!” Woods strides forward, brushing you aside, closer to Adler. “He fucking lied to us!”

You’re about to ask who, when Adler’s head turns, as if daring you to, before turning back to face Bell, still loitering by the truck. 

“Is that true, Bell?” His shoulders tighten, and your fingers feel numb as he clicks the safety on his gun off. What was this lie about? “Did you pull us out to the middle of nowhere Russia so Perseus can detonate those nukes?”

What did those nukes have to do with Bell? He’s working to stop them, for God’s sake. You try and look at Bell, but for the first time since you’ve met him, he refuses to meet your eyes. You glance at Mason, who’s eyes are only ahead, like Woods’ and Adler’s, like they know something you don’t. 

“Yes.” 

Bell’s one word answer chills you to your core. It wasn’t possible, that the person you’d gotten to know the last few weeks was actually your enemy, someone who was planning to detonate them all in the first place. The man you knew wouldn’t do that.

“Why? What kind of fucked up logic are you working with, there?” Adler seems to be in as much denial as you. 

Bell shrugs. “Unless stopped, the United States will harm the world a lot more than a few nukes.” 

“Those nukes were for defence, not offence. You don’t recognise the difference?” Adler moves between you and Bell, cutting off your view of the other man entirely. Your hands shake as you grasp your gun. So much for your promises. “I’d let you walk back to Perseus, but I think I’ll spare you the regret instead.”

“I wouldn’t have gone alone… this would have always come to violence.” Bell leans to one side, so he can see you around Adler’s frame. If he’s hurt by your gun pointing more towards him than the ground, he doesn’t show it. “Goodbye, Adler.”

In the next seconds, all hell breaks loose. Soviet soldiers flood out from the trees, an RPG blast detonates almost directly in front of you, and gunfire fills the air as you, Mason, Woods and Adler fall back. Before you get far, it becomes apparent that Adler’s been shot, clutching his side as blood seeps through his clothes. He falls on you for support, and you struggle to keep him upright, moving back to the few scattered concrete barriers that could possibly offer cover.

Mason and Woods get there first, staying to cover you as you drag Adler onwards into the building ahead of you, in vain hopes that you’ll lose them. You hurry him as much as you can, trying to not think about how he’s leaving a trail of blood on the tiled floors as you twist through the messy, abandoned corridors, before he points you into a control room, to set up for a last stand.

Adler tries to lean against a wall, but the second you let go of him, he collapses to the floor, forcing you back to his side, using your hands to try and compress the wound in his side. Being inside has done nothing to muffle the gunfire around the building, and you try to keep as low as you can, hyper aware of the many windows in the room as Adler groans and struggles in pain. Cries for help keep coming through his radio before you turned it off, the buttons slippery under your wet fingers, as he breathes painfully. 

“Who… who is Bell?” You ask, after a moment, to try and keep him conscious and to distract yourself from the feeling of warm blood on your hands. 

“He… an agent for Perseus. We picked him up in turkey, and… made him think he was working for us.”

“How?”

“Classified.”

“Really?” You snap in disbelief, that he’s planning on taking you to the grave with him without the truth.

“Yes.” He grunts, raising his left hand to press on top of yours. “Needs more pressure.”

“Right.” You press harder too, trying to focus as the gunfire stops and silence returns outside, all too quickly. 

“He’s going to come for us, now.” Adler murmurs. 

You were about to retort, and spit every demeaning thing he’d said back at him, when you heard a voice floating down the corridor, calling out to you, the mice, who were being hunted. You’re about to take up your gun from your side, when you feel the heavy barrel of a pistol digging into your body through your clothes, just below your sternum. 

If Adler fired, he’d be sure to hit your heart. 

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, grip weak even as he tried to strengthen it. The blood loss was already hitting him… but not enough to make him incapable of pulling the trigger. “Not his.” 

You want so badly to jump back away from him, to at least go down fighting, but you can only stay still as you hear the door behind you open. 

Two people enter. One set of footsteps stop in the doorway, but the other continues, and Bell slowly enters your vision, gun raised as he takes in the scene before him.

Adler, clearly dying, but with his gun aimed at your heart, and you, unable to move away, to defend yourself, to do anything than continue your futile attempts to keep Adler’s blood in his body, as it soaks completely through his clothes to stain your fingers. 

“Stop…” Adler wheezes, swallowing as he tries to steady his voice. “One more step, Bell, and neither of us have her.”

“Don’t call me that.” Bell’s voice is dead calm, though you can’t tell if that’s for his sake or Adler’s. “As if you ever had her. She hates you.”

His declaration was news to you, at least.

Did you hate Adler? He was raging asshole, who got too close to comfort and seemed interested in you in particular, but you wouldn’t say you hated him. 

Then again, that was before he held a gun to you, and you realised just how far he was willing to go.

“Then why is she keeping me alive?” Adler flexes into your hands, sitting up by half an inch. His skin is growing paler, and his blood is clotting in the material over his wound. 

“Alive… sure.” Bell vocalises what everyone knows. Adler’s dying. If he was in a hospital at this very moment, he might live, but now, with where you are, who you’re with you… he had no chance. “You tell her the truth about me?”

“Enough.” 

“Is that true?” Bell turns to you. “Do you know what he did to me?”

You slowly shake your head. You could speculate, but knowing Adler was involved in it, the truth of what had happened to Bell would be far worse than anything you could imagine.

You do hate him, don’t you? You’d have to hate someone, to believe they’d be capable of doing something so messed up to another person.

You feel your hands slowly relaxing, removing the pressure from his wound. He doesn’t seem to notice, even as fresh blood flows from his side. He’s too focused on Bell to think about anything else.

“Are you trying to preserve your image? To lie, and keep lying, so she never knows that you’re capable of rewriting the minds of people who disagree with you?” Bell dares to move closer, as Adler’s hand shakes.

For a moment, the metal isn’t pressing against your chest, swaying away before returning, as Adler huffs rather than answering Bell with words.

“Put that down and die.” Bell looks down at him. “I’ll take better care of her than you ever could.”

“No, you wo…” Adler breathes out, leaving his final words unfinished as his arm goes limp, the pistol falling into your lap as he lapses into unconsciousness.

You barely have time to think about if you just killed him – by blood loss alone, he was doomed to die, but you taking the pressure off it sped it up, though he’s likely only unconscious now – before Bell grabs your arm and drags you back from Adler’s body, shooting a spray of bullets into it.

Adler’s body twitches as the shots echo through the building, then lies still, without breath, as Bell’s arm tightens around your shoulder, pulling you to your feet.

You can’t feel anything except the cooling blood on your hands. 

“Ah… that’s better. I’ve always preferred it when a love story ends happily.” The second figure approaches you slowly from behind as Bell turns to face him, pulling you with him. 

You barely take in the long military jacket before he reaches up to remove his gas mask, revealing the face of the man you know as Perseus. Adler’s long quarry, standing over him, victorious. Because of you. 

“That was cold… bleeding out is a horrible way to die.” The man smiles at you, like you did something good. He’s older than the photograph, but unmistakeable. As is, how deep in the shit you currently are. “But, he always liked decisive ones.” 

“There aren’t… weren’t any others.” Bell says quietly, pulling Perseus’ attention away from you, as he squeezes you tight again.

“Very true.” Perseus produces a radio, lengthening the antenna before speaking. Your brain struggles to catch up and translate the Russian for a moment. “Solovetsky. Stand by for the detonation order.”

The reply is affirmative, before Perseus turns, and holds the radio out to Bell. “I think you deserve this moment, comrade.” 

The nukes. The realisation of what is happening barely hits you, before you see Bell take the radio, and utter the command with such cold declaration in his voice, you shiver.

You do not know the man holding you tightly. What you knew was a fabrication, stitched together by Adler. But he knows you. And, it looks like he’s going to keep you with him. He’s just ordered the deaths of millions, while stroking the back of your neck like a lover, with the one man who, despite his obvious flaws, would have protected you from it. Who tried, in his own fucked up, equally unwelcome way. Who has his blood on your hands for his trouble. 

“I wish we could return to Solovetsky to watch it all unfold, but that chapter is closed now. We begin the next one… together.” You can feel Perseus gaze linger on you, as you rest your head dumbly on Bell’s arm. At least you try, until Perseus takes your chin and makes you look at him, as he switches back to English for your benefit. “Ah… you probably still think I’m Perseus. As if he could ever be an individual working alone…”

Bell raises his hand, brushing the older man’s hand away from you. He nods, then chuckles.

“Quite right.” He glances towards Adler’s body, before looking back at Bell. “We’ll need a new home, now. The central committee will be more surprised than the CIA.”

That should mean something to you. You should be listening to their conversation, gathering intel to feed to the CIA when you can make contact again. 

If they don’t write you off as a traitor. 

“Come… there is still much to be done.” The man leads the way out of the room, hurrying ahead as Bell moves slower, trying to keep you upright at his side. You find that your legs are moving, mechanically keeping you moving at his side, the sounds of soldiers rushing about outside coming closer and closer, until you reach the doors out of the building, and Bell stops, finally looking down at your hands. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” His voice is suddenly soft again, as he guides you to a bench and gets you to sit, before leaning outside to ask for some water.

He sits next to you, picking up your hands, rolling your sleeves back and holding them away from your lap as he opens a canteen and pours water over your skin. The water dilutes the blood, washing it away to splatter on the tiles below in murky scarlet puddles. He dries your hands with his scarf, before letting you go, and watching as you sit silently at his side.

“Do you hate me?” He asks, after you don’t thank him.

“For what?” Your throat is heavy, and it’s hard for you to form the words and get them out. It’s like something is choking you, but there’s nothing around your neck. 

“For everything.” He rests one of his hands on your knee. “I… forgot some things, and only recalled them recently. I should have told you about them, rather than asking for your blind trust.”

If millions of people hadn’t just died, you’d laugh. He thought you’d hate him for lying about who he was?

“No… I don’t hate you for that.” The lie is too easy. If it means you can survive… it will do. 

And, its technically true. For now, at least. You can’t say you feel hatred towards him. You don’t feel anything. Mason and Woods lie dead somewhere outside those doors, Adler behind you, and Lazar and Park in Cuba, all because of the man in front of you. You feel nothing, in the face of all this death, and all those he condemned to die with three words.

“Are you ready to go?” He stands up, holding his hand out to you. “You don’t have to look.”

But, you will anyway. He’s not devoid enough from the Bell you got to know, who stayed up late to work with you, spent his own money to get your preferred coffee brand, saved your life, for you to know how you feel about him. 

You should hate him. When the grief, anger, shock fades, you should be angry, full of visceral rage, hatred, because what he has done to you personally, and the world, is unacceptable. 

But you have a sinking feeling that you won’t.

[kortac-sweetheart]

originally thought of Nikto but then thought 👁 Bell (both?? imagine them together. imagine it. oh my god)

I'm a creature of habit, I have the same breakfast almost every morning, have my peculiarities about what goes with what and what's eaten or drank first for what flavor etc etc, always have my little coffees I make at home, etc etc and I can just imagine a lot of the cod guys but especially Bell (or Nikto <3) who has had his identity stripped of him, who has been tortured into being whatever his next handler needs him to be, who has had to completely forget who he is as a person and that he's worth acknowledging as a person not just for what he does, watching, and just kind of admiring how specific things can be, how routine it is out of pure want and leisure rather than stifling sweat and stink and grit and blood

just Bell enjoying seeing how alive and intimate and personal daily life can be, and slowly figuring out what he likes too, his preferred coffee creamer, or maybe tea, or hot chocolate, or plain old milk, just something that's his because he chooses it to be, because he wants it. he's not really doing anything spectacular with it or for it, it's just a little personality for him to enjoy- Simp anon

UWAHHHHHH BEELLLLLLLLLLL

yes i’m also a man of routine too, i always take walks around the same time and i also always get the same sweet treat when i want one.

god, bell who’s almost like a curious child again, constantly asking questions about your routines, why do you like that? why do you do that? learning more and more about you and your routine and in turn learning more about himself as well.

it happens very quickly that he assimilates parts of your day and likes into his as well. he joins you for your walk no matter what, initially he wants to see what you like so much about it but he eventually grows to love it. your single pair of over ear headphones turning into sharing earbuds with him.

(why do you like that song? that band? what’s your favorite? he needs to know, it’s important to him.)

your hand always finds his way into his, swinging along carefree as you walk together. he never questions why you hold hands, or why he’s the one that walks closer to the road— it’s a natural, intrinsic feeling in his gut that he doesn’t have to question at all.

and although it’s a small break in routine, he doesn’t mind at all. learning about what you think about that shop’s pastry and what he thinks of it too. he memorizes whatever review or commentary you have, no matter how small or offhanded it was.

(he personally adores those milk chocolate dipped strawberries you like too. that cake however, a little too sweet for him. and for you too.)

i think you both learn together. he keeps a running log in his mind and you, on paper of what each other likes. it’s love and adoration clear as day, written and held in the palm of your hand. and he thinks his heart flutters.

(is it because you’re making an effort to learn and love him? or was it just due to fate? or maybe a bit of both? the more he thinks about it the warmer he feels— is that normal?)

you always encourage him to form his own opinions on things. always want to hear what he thinks and has to say, especially if it differs from yours. he thought it was odd at first. isn’t he supposed to like what you did?

but you brought it up to him.

“bell, if we liked all the same things, and were the same person—wouldn’t that get a little boring? my own lived experiences shape the person i am today, and that also applies to you too, sweetheart.”

(he likes it when you call him that.)

yeah. if you were like him, then there wouldn’t be anything to learn. and he quite likes learning all he can about you, likes, dislikes, habits, your past, and he shouldn’t deny you of the opportunity to learn about him either— lest he makes you sad.

bell is a well versed scholar in the study of you. he blends seamlessly into the fabric of your life as if he was always meant to be there, by your side.

his cup of milk tea sits besides your cup of coffee in the morning. your sweaters hung neatly besides his in your closet. your favorite flowers in the vase on the table one week, then a bouquet of his in it the next. his hand firmly in yours when you go on your afternoon walks. your favorite dinner prepared by the two of you, piping hot on the center of the table as you eat side by side. his favorite pastry in the same container as yours. and him tightly hugging you in bed at night.

the more bell learns about you, the more he learns about himself, and he never wants to stop learning—ever.

[writer-of-various]

You Finding Out Bell Was Brainwashed and Left For Dead

When Adler finally told the truth after you all returned back to the safehouse for clean up, you were distraught

Why didn't he or Hudson tell you?

You were of higher rank than Adler but you were still in the dark

You watched with confused eyes as Mason and Woods began to uproar in anger and betrayal

You asked what actually happened to Bell

You were a CIA Agent for God's sake and you were oblivious for so long but you knew what the CIA did to temporary decoys

When Adler said he shot Bell and left them alone on a cliff in Solovetsky, you didn't hold back

You punched Adler, you straddled him and slammed your fists against his body

"Why?! Why why why?! You fucking monster!"

Hudson and Sims pulled you away but you ended up fighting them as well

They knew and they were the same: monsters

You left not a hour later, waiting outside by Adler's car

You remembered how sweet and caring Bell was, how they always looked out for everyone

You remembered your late night long talks

You remembered how Bell would always stare up at you with admiration

Your chest tightened and tears filled your vision and you let out a loud and long scream

You loved Bell all along and you never admitted it

And it was too late

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Hello! I really love your writing! May I request Adler and Woods (and any other characters youd like to add) headcannons who have an S/O with a speech impediment and they feel insecure about it?

Aw this is soft 🥺 sure thing, and sorry for the wait!! I hope you enjoy tho 😌😌

I felt Bell and Lazar calling me for this one lol, so I added them too btw!

Adler

He is completely unphased when he encounters you and your impediment

At first, you thought maybe he just (somehow) missed it

But nope!

When you start dating, it's understandable that you'd feel self-conscious about your speech around him, after all he speaks so many languages...

And fluently too!

While it may be intimating, Russell doesn't see it that way

It's just a tool for his job, you know? It doesn't make him "better" then you or anyone else for that matter

Besides, he adores the sound of your voice

It makes him feel at home, his place of solice after all the noise and drag of his work

Who cares if you have to stutter or repeat yourself now and then?

It may seem silly to you, or perhaps you simply just don't understand, but the way he sees it, it just means he gets to hear your angelic voice just a bit longer

Bell

Bell has a bit of a... Different take on what it's like to not be in control of your own voice

But they would never hold that over your head to try and make you feel "better" by comparison

Instead, they'd use it to try and digest a better understanding of how you may be feeling with your self consciousness

Bell would throw in a little bit of their insight when appropriate, but only to try and understand your feels better so they can comfort you better

Besides, Bell is a great listener and smooth with their words, so you'll likely find yourself feeling better rather quick then with any of the others

But all that isn't as much of a focus as you might think!

Bell doesn't mind at all when it comes to your impediment, it just means they can enjoy a slower paced conversation for your convenience

It's nice to take your time when talking with a loved one after all

So much different then the hustle and bustle, "all on the line" conversations Bell is use to having during their job

If you're the type to apologise often for your impediment, Bell will patiently tell you there's no need and wait for you to finish

They are also find of doing this in public, making sure everyone gives you the time to speak and get your thoughts out

You find it to be quite the confidence boost

Lazar

This man is nothing if not patient and understanding

He gets why you'd feel self-conscious, of course

But he'd do everything in his power to make you feel comfortable with it

Besides, he wants you to talk with him!

He can be a bit chatty himself, so nothing would upset him more then to see you close yourself off like that

He'd give you words of encouragement when you need them, and are feeling down

And when you are speaking and having a particularly tough time getting stuck, he's patient as can be and makes sure not to correct you or speak for you

Even in public, he makes sure to never interupt you and let you speak for yourself, unless you indicate a desire for some help

In which case, he'd be happy to!

It's just another reason he enjoys talking with you so much and getting you know you more and more

Woods

Honestly, I feel like woods would be the type to tease or joke with his S/O about it at first

It's not that he's trying to be mean or anything!

More like he's never encountered this before and doesn't know how to react, so he uses humor as a crutch, if that makes sense

Not to mention he's infamous for his lack of sensitivity, so that doesn't help

But he's quick to cut the shit when he figures out that you don't find it funny, and further more, that you're actually kinda hurt tbh

He apologies and doesn't do it anymore, but he buys you some flowers or something like that too to make sure he gets the point across

From then on, he's extremely protection of you and your impediment!

If anyone bothers you about it or even just gives you a look, he'd be the type to speak up on your behalf

At your request, he tries not to cause as much of a scene, but it's important to him that people understand not to mess with you

I'm private, he's patient while you take a bit of extra time to get things out, but he may need you to repeat things now and then so he can put it together

He likes to joke that he's been hit in the head too many times, just to take away any embarassment you may feel when he asks

[wonderswritings]

Helpless

Summary: Boy sees girl, claims her as his. Girl sees boy, claims him as hers. They’d find their way together eventually.  Warnings: Fluff Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Reader AN: So I’ve never seen Hamilton and I kinda had a hard time writing this how I usually write song fics so I sorta flipped it and used certain parts of the song.  Requested: May I please request a Bellamy x reader that’s based on the song ‘Helpless’ from Hamilton? Gif sent by @sgarrett49​ No this isn’t as depressing as the title may sound, promise!

Italic’s are flashbacks!

Bellamy was sitting at one of the tables, a half drunk cup of Monty’s moonshine in his hand as he looked around. Octavia was dancing around Lincoln, a wide smile on her face as Lincoln tried to catch her, causing Bellamy to smile when her laughter rang out. He continued to look around, his heart beating faster when he saw her. Her head was thrown back as she laughed, someone grabbing her hand and spinning her around the room, joining the others who were dancing. 

“Big brother.”

Bellamy jumped, seeing Octavia leaning against the table.

“You’re staring.”

Beellamy shook his head, tightening his grip on his cup.

“Staring? Who?” “You. I have eyes you know.”

“You’re also drunk.”

Octavia scoffed, shaking her head.

“No I’m not.”

Bellamy grinned, leaning back in his chair, looking up at Octavia.

“Yes you are.”

“I wonder who it is you’re staring at? Could it be the one you claimed all that time ago?”

“Octavia! O!”

Octavia jumped, turning around, her eyes wide.

“What?”

Bellamy pointed over her shoulder, leaning closer to her.

“Who’s that?”

Octavia huffed, turning and following where he was pointing, grinning as she turned back towards him.

“That’s YN.”

“That one’s mine.”

Bellamy huffed, shaking his head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, O.”

She grinned, shaking her head as she turned.

“Sure you don’t.”

Bellamy’s eyes widened when he saw the direction she was walking to, causing him to jump up as he tried to get her attention.

“O! O, no!”

She grinned over her shoulder, waving at him, causing him to huff as he fell back into his seat, watching as she walked over to YN.

“God, O, what are you doing?”

Bellamy sunk into his seat when Octavia grabbed YN’s arm.

“Shit.”

His eyes widened when YN turned, her smile wide as her gaze landed on him.

“Shit.”

Bellamy looked down their joined hands, his heart beating fast as he followed YN.

“Where are you taking me?”

YN grinned as she looked back at him, her eyes practically sparkling.

“I’m about to change your life.”

Bellamy laughed, shaking his head.

“Then by all means, lead the way.”

YN let his hand go when they came to a clearing, a river not far from them, his eyes widening when YN pulled her shirt off as she ran towards the river.

“Come on!”

Looking over, she made a face when she saw the brown haired boy turn quickly, biting her lip to stifle a laugh when he ran into a tree.

“What are you smiling about?”

YN jumped slightly, turning as Octavia fell down beside her.

“Nothing, who’s that?”

Octavia looked over to where YN was pointing, grinning.

“That’s Bellamy, he’s my brother.”

She turned back towards YN, tilting her head to the side.

“Why?”

“Because I- that boy is mine.”

Octavia grinned, nodding.

“Interesting.” 

YN was floating a few feet from him, her eyes closed. Bellamy was looking anywhere but her, but every so often he couldn’t help but sneak a peek.

“YN?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

YN peeked her eyes open, grinning at Bellamy as she sat up, Bellamy following a water droplet.

“You just did.”

“YN.”

She grinned, swimming closer to Bellamy, their knees barely touching under the water.

“Sorry, what is it?”

“Why did you bring me here?”

YN made a slight face, tilting her head to the side.

“I-”

“Because I know how I feel about you, and this is honestly sending mixed signals and I ca-”

Bellamy’s eyes widened when YN closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his. She leaned back, shyly looking up at him as she bit her bottom lip.

“How’s that for why?”

Bellamy huffed, grabbing her legs and pulling her closer to him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed her.

“Mine.”

YN laughed, leaning back, causing Bellamy to make a face.

“What?”

“I told Octavia you were mine not long after we landed.”

“Really?”

YN nodded, Bellamy grinning as he pecked her lips.

“Well, in all fairness, I told her you were mine the day we landed.”

YN’s eyes widened slightly before she made a face, tilting her head to the side.

“Are you why all of the guys were afraid to come near me?”

Bellamy shrugged, leaning down and pressing kisses along her jaw, moving down her neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

YN laughed, throwing her head back.

“Sure you don’t.”

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[winchester-books]

Close Your Eyes

Based On: The 100

Characters: Reader x Bellamy, Murphy, Jasper, Octavia, Monroe

Warnings: Tourture, Guns, Murder, Injures, Language, Angst

Word Count: 2000 (sorry, i got a little carried away with this one)

Part 2

You sighed tiredly, trying to keep your eyes open for grounders at the fence line. You had been at your post keeping watch since yesterday morning. Bellamy had tried multiple times to convince you to take a break and rest for a while, but you had refused. After all, you were the best shot in camp. And as much as Bellamy disagreed with you, you wouldn't let him do anything about it.

Although you would never admit it to Bellamy, you were beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for more than 24 hours.

You glanced back longingly towards the dropship, if you could just sneak inside you might be able to catch a few hours of shuteye.

You shook your head at the thought, as much as you’d like to, you couldn't just leave your post open, that would leave everyone else open for an attack.

Suddenly, by some miracle, Monroe walked by. "Monroe!" You waved her over, “Hey, do you think you could keep watch for a few minutes for me?"

"Oh, course Y/N," she smiled and nodded, "You deserve it, you've been up there long enough,"

You smiled back, "I won't be long, thank you so much!" You handed her the gun and switched places with her, "Oh, Monroe! Please don't tell Bell, I don't need him telling me 'I told you so'."

Monroe smiled as she nodded and you thanked her again as you walked back to the dropship, making sure no one (especially Bellamy) saw you. You climbed up the ladder, immediately laying down on the cool metal floor and letting your exhaustion take over.

-

You snapped awake, "Crap, how long was I out?" You muttered to yourself.

"About five hours," you jumped when you got a response.

"Jeez, Jasper! Don't scare me like that, I didn't know you were in here,"

Jasper put his hands up in defense, "Sorry, I’m just heading down to get some food. You want any?” Jasper offered as he walked over to the ladder. You forgot about his question as you remembered that Monroe was still keeping watch for you.

“Shoot, I’ve gotta get back to Monroe," you followed Jasper over to the ladder and started climbing down.

Suddenly, Jasper stopped, blocking your path, "Jasper, come on, I've gotta get back to-" your voice trailed off as you turned and saw Murphy standing above Myles’ lifeless body.

Murphy froze like a deer in headlights. "Look, I was trying to help him- he just stopped breathing," He tried to play it off, but you and Jasper knew it was a lie.

Murphy’s eyes flicked over the a gun that was laying on a table between him and Jasper. Jasper’s eyes drifted to the same spot and he lunged for it, Murphy doing the same. Murphy got to it first and quickly shoved it’s barrel toward him.

You took a few steps towards the drop ship's door, hoping you could sneak away, "Don't move!" Murphy yelled as he swung the gun toward you.

You and Jasper both froze, putting your arms up, “It’s alright Murphy, we can work this out. J-Just put the gun down,” You coaxed.

"He tried to kill me," Murphy defended, the gun shaking slightly in his hands.

Jasper nodded, as he discreetly clicked the radio in his pocket on, "Listen Murphy, it’s okay, we won't say anything-"

"No, it's not,” Murphy snapped, “You know what'll happen to me when you tell Bellamy,"

"Tell Bellamy what?" Bellamy's rough voice came over the radio, and Jasper’s face went white. He'd just lost the little bit of leverage the two of you had.

"Give me the radio. Now." Murphy ordered and Jasper slowly pulled the radio out of his pocket.

"Okay, okay Murphy. Just put the gun down," You tried to calm Murphy down.

"SHUT UP!" Murphy screamed at you. You flinched, doing what he said- after all, he was the one with a gun.

"Murphy has a gun and he killed Myles-" Jasper quickly said into the walkie-talkie before Murphy lunged forward, knocking him out with the end of the gun. You winced as the radio and Jasper fell to the floor.

“Murphy?” Bellamy tried to reason with him.

Murphy crouched down to pick up the radio, “If you say another word, I’ll kill him,” Murphy’s words left Bellamy silent on the other end.

With Murphy distracted by the radio, you took your chance, sprinting for the door, but Murphy moved quickly and caught your wrist.

He pushed you back and lunged to the door, slamming his hand down on a button, closing your only chance for an escape. You fought as hard as you could to get away from him, knowing if that door sealed you were as good as dead.

Finally, Murphy let go of your wrist and you jumped towards the button, but you were yanked back by a solid hold on your hair, "Where the hell do you think you're going, sweetheart?" Murphy snarled into your ear.

You winced at the sharp pain and the nickname, everyone knew that was what Bellamy called you.

You jerked your elbow backward into Murphy's gut and he let go of you. You fell to the floor, scrambling to get away from him, but your attempts were futile.

Murphy cocked the gun and you froze at the sound, knowing if you did anything else to piss him off, he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you.

"Tie Jasper up. Now." Murphy ordered.

You pushed yourself up from the ground and picked up some of the seatbelts from the drop ship's seats, reluctantly walking over to Jasper, who was still lying unconscious on the floor.

You bound Jaspers wrists together, feeling Murphy's cold stare burning into your back. “I’m so sorry Jasper,” you whispered.

"Now, get up and walk over there." Murphy pointed to the opposite end of the dropship with his gun. You did what you were told and stood there, your heart pounding as you waited for Murphy to do something.

"Murphy, you're leaving us vulnerable to an attack and I can't let that happen," Bellamy tried to sound intimidating over the radio, but you could hear the panic laced in his words.

Murphy didn't respond for a minute, instead, he grabbed a seatbelt and stalked over to you. "In case you haven't noticed, you're not exactly in control right now," Murphy snarled back to Bellamy as he reached you.

You waited for an opportunity for Murphy to let his guard down, for you to fight back.

"Come on Murphy, you don't wanna hurt Jasper,"

Your heart dropped. He didn’t know.

Murphy stopped what he was doing and smirked at you, "He doesn't know you're here?” He laughed darkly and shook his head, “This day is getting better and better isn't it sweetheart," He turned his back to you, fiddling with his gun and thinking of something to say to Bellamy.

You knew this was your only chance.

You jumped on his back, hitting, clawing and punching. Murphy dropped his gun and stumbled to the ground, you fell on top of him, reaching for the gun and standing over him when you finally managed to get a hold of it.

"Get up Murphy," you ordered, confident now that you had the upper hand.

Murphy lifted himself off the ground, chuckling to himself.

"What's so funny?" You demanded.

Murphy smiled smugly and your eyes widened as he held up the gun's clip.

Before you had a chance to react, Murphy snatched the gun out of your hands and shoved you face-first against the wall. "Leaving so soon, Y/N? The fun's just getting started," Murphy growled in to your ear. Suddenly he grabbed your head and slammed it against the wall, everything faded into darkness.

-

You slowly opened your eyes. Something warm and thick was dripping down your face. You looked up; your arms were raised above your head, bound together and the belt holding them was stuck on something sticking out of the wall. You tried to pull at the ropes holding you back, but it was no use, you were stuck.

You glanced over to Murphy who was standing next to Jasper and listening to Bellamy over the radio.

"Come on Murphy, make a trade. Me for Jasper," Bellamy fell silent, anxiously awaiting his response.

"No!" You yelled, but you were quickly silenced when Murphy glared at you and carelessly pointed the gun at Jasper. He smirked at you when you fell quiet, his eyes somehow colder than usual, "This is gonna be more fun than I thought,"

You ignored his remarks and continued to struggle silently as you watched Murphy agree to Bellamy's ridiculous plan.

"You open the door, I walk in, and Jasper walks out," Bellamy explained sternly over the radio.

Murphy reached over and pushed the button; the drop ship doors slowly opened. He pulled Jasper off of the ground, "Just you Bellamy! No guns or Jasper's dead!" Murphy yelled.

The fabric on the front of the door began to move, soon revealing Bellamy. Murphy kept his promise and shoved Jasper out of the dropship.

Bellamy saw you, his eyes widening, "Y/N? Why the hell-"

Murphy shoved past Bellamy and quickly shut the door, he aimed his gun at the roof.

BANG.

You and Bellamy flinched as Murphy shot a bullet into the ceiling, “Shut up,”

You watched Murphy intently, your heart pounding anxiously, wondering what he’d do next. “Bellamy, tie them together," he pointed with his gun towards some of the belts on the ground. Bellamy did as he was told. "Now tie the ends together,"

You gulped as you realized what Murphy was forcing Bellamy to make: a noose. "Murphy please don't-" you begged.

"I said, shut up! Or I'll kill him right now," Murphy snapped and you fell silent once again, "Now toss it over," he told Bellamy as he gestured at the beam crossing the dropship’s celling.

"What do you want me to say?" Bellamy said nervously, "I'm sorry, okay,"

"Please... Murphy it wasn't his fault," you tried to sound brave, but it was hard to hide the fact that you were terrified.

"Wasn't his fault?" Murphy scoffed, "He had the chance to end it, but he kicked the crate out from underneath me, it was completely his fault,” he spun back around to face you, “Don't act like you're so innocent Y/N, you didn't even hesitate to blame me for Well's death," Murphy snarled as he shoved the gun in your direction.

"Woah, woah Murphy, focus on me. You want me dead," Bellamy threw the rope over one of the drop ship's beams, trying to distract Murphy from you.

"Bellamy, no-" your cries were cut short when a bullet was fired right next to your head. You gaped in shock at the hole in the wall only inches from you.

"Put it around your neck."

Bellamy listened. You made no effort to stop the silent tears that were beginning to stream down your cheeks.

"If you move, I'll kill her," Murphy warned Bellamy as he turned his attention to you.

"Leave her alone Murphy! You have me, just let her go," Bellamy practically begged.

Murphy rolled his eyes and pressed the gun to your chin. You closed your eyes, praying that he would just leave.

"I swear Bellamy, one more word and I'll shoot her," Murphy warned.

Bellamy looked at you, his eyes a mixture of fear, guilt, and anger. Your view of Bellamy was blocked as Murphy stepped in front of you, lowering the gun.

"You're gonna be my insurance," Murphy muttered as he unhooked your arms from the wall. In one hand, Murphy kept the gun and in the other, he held you tightly against him.

"Mmh, no wonder Bellamy has a thing for you," Murphy whispered loud enough for Bellamy to hear, "You're perfect,"

Bellamy stood there glaring daggers at Murphy, knowing if he did anything you'd pay the price. You shifted uncomfortably against him, “You’re disgusting Murphy,” You snarled.

"You know, for the record, I didn't think you two were a very cute couple anyways," Murphy forced you forward to the crate Bellamy was standing on. You dug your feet into the ground, trying to stop Murphy from getting closer to Bellamy.

"Y/N, sweetheart, close your eyes," Bellamy pleaded.

You tried to pull away and stop Murphy, but you couldn't. Murphy kicked the crate out from underneath him. Bellamy let out a strangled grunt as the rope pulled against him.

"Bellamy!" You screamed, tears running down your face and blurring your vision as you struggled to reach him. You were so focused on getting away from Murphy that you didn't notice the dropship door opening until Murphy had once again jammed the gun against your chin.

"Everybody out of the way now or I‘ll put a bullet in her," Murphy ordered as he dragged you, kicking and screaming, out of the dropship.

Everyone stared in shock as they cleared a path for you and Murphy. "Don't just stand there!" You screamed as you continued thrashing to get away from Murphy, "Help him! He needs help!"

Finally Octavia and some of the others ran to the dropship, you prayed that they could save him. You figured you wouldn’t get the chance to find out as Murphy dragged you out of camp and into the woods.

[oli-vi-aaaaaaa]

masterlist

IT(2017):

Richie Tozier-

People are jackasses

I’m gonna be okay

Cat got your tongue?

Goodnight, doll

Every second of every day

I’m trying to get laid, asshole

You’re more than enough

Balloons

Please don’t die

Richie the teenage ghost   2

Take my picture now, shake it til you see it

I’ve got you

I fell in love and it scared me

Nightmares

I like you

I love all of you

Arcade

I could never leave you behind hotcakes

Teasing

Celebrating Richie’s birthday

Richie dating someone who’s short with curly hair

Richie dating someone who’s tall

Prom with Richie

Cuddling w/ Richie

How Richie takes care of sick reader

Richie with a reader that has depression

Richie with a reader that has an eating disorder

The Loser’s Club reaction to a girl that’s been with a lot of guys

Being insecure and dating Richie Tozier would include:

Dating Richie Tozier would include:

I Am Not Okay With This

Stanley Barber:

Distant

Anywhere

Cats and Dogs

Studying

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before:

Peter Kavinsky-

No one is better than you

She’s taken

You’re the one I want

I’m in love with my best friend

She’s got you whipped

Since the ninth grade

Dating Peter Kavinsky would include:

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes-

I adore ya, doll

The 100:

Bellamy Blake-

Secret

We’ll be Okay

Princess

Dating Bellamy Blake would include:

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester-

Playing Around

Brother

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski-

I’m Here, Okay?

Scream

Hospital

Mother’s Day

Game Day

Regret

Nightmares

Fighting

Showering Together

Comfort

Rainy Day Cuddles

Holding Hands

Well I think you look really beautiful when you cry

Messing Around

Banshee

Research

Sisters

Insecure

Reassurance

Best Friends

Studying

Stressed

Nogitsune

I Missed You

A Ride Home

Fights and Panic Attacks

You Okay?

Pack  

Adopted

Isaac Lahey-

Nightmares

Theo Raekin-

You’re a Killer

The Vampire Diaries:

Damon Salvatore-

Bad Day?

Family

Fighting

Being best friends with Damon Salvatore would include:

Dear Evan Hansen:

Connor Murphy-

When the Panic Settles in

She’s not better than you