The 100 Imagines & Preferences

They hear you singing 3/9

I may do the others at some point.

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Bellamy:

Your head rested on his chest, his arms wrapped around you. You absentmindedly played with his hands, sleepily humming to yourself.

"Mhh, sing to me." Bellamy mumbled, half asleep just as you were. You laughed lightly, shifting in his arms. You drew patterns on his bare chest, songs going through you mind. And that's when the perfect sing popped into your head.

"Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
If I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows, surely to the sea
Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be
Take my hand
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows, surely to the sea
Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you."

Bellamy looked down at you through lidded eyes, before placing a gently kiss on your forehead. You laughed at his tired state, pecking him on the lips, before settling back in his side.

Monty:

The president was eager. Eager for you all to stop asking so many damned questions. And one day, he helped find a distraction. From across the room, you eyed their piano, the man taking notice.

"Ever play piano, Y/N?" You nodded lightly in response, a pang of embarrassment shooting through you. You didn't mean for him to notice. "Why don't you give it a shot?" He grinned. Your eyes lit up, the man walking you over there. You slowly sat down on the bench, your mind running rampant, before setting on a song.

"When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm, there's a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your hearts
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your hearts
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone"

You hadn't realized, but people had gathered around, Monty leaning on the piano and staring at you in awe. Your cheeks flushed a dark crimson, slowly standing from the stool.

"I- uhm. Sorry-"

"You were amazing, angel." He grinned, dipping his head down. He kissed you gently. Both as a gentle gesture, and as a show that you were his.

Murphy:

Both of you had given up. The doors wouldn't open, and now there you were, drinking bottles of whiskey. You hopped up on the counter, humming a song you had heard at a younger age. Murphy glanced over his shoulder, standing up from the couch. He jumped up beside of you, his head tilted to the side as he stared over at you. "What is that?"

"Whiskey and you, I heard it when I was younger." You told him, your grip tightening around the bottle.

"Will you sing it for me?" He smiled lightly. You looked over at him, shaking your head with a low laugh. "Please?" He mumbled, obviously tipsy. You didn't like singing in front of people, but Murphy broke you down.

"There's a bottle on the dresser by your ring
And it's empty so right now I don't feel a thing
I'll be hurting when I wake up on the floor
But I'll be over it by noon
That's the difference between whiskey and you
Come tomorrow, I can walk in any store
It ain't a problem, they'll always sell me more
But your forgiveness
Well, that's something I can't buy
There ain't a thing that I can do
That's the difference between whiskey and you"

You looked over at Murphy, the boy completely mesmerized. He had a small smile, his eyes bright. He urged you to continue, gently taking one of your hands. You laughed lowly, taking a sip of whiskey.

"One's the devil, one keeps driving me insane
At times I wonder if they ain't both the same
But one's a liar that helps to hide me from my pain
And one's the long gone bitter truth
That's the difference between whiskey and you"

You didn't even finish the sing, your eyes stuck on Murphy. He looked completely mesmerized, smiling down at you. "I didn't know you could sing like that." He breathed.

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Does anyone watch Continuum? Because I have been lately (I just started season 3)

But honestly, my baby, Richard.