this is all i can do cryin

i love the idea of bones realizing he’s in love with spock and being Grumpy™ about it as much as the next guy but have you considered: bones realizing he’s in love with spock and finding it hilarious because it’s been years and he’s finally accepted it and he can’t help but laugh at himself for being so ignorant about his own damn feelings like the irony of it is just too much for him and so for the next week or so he’s just constantly shaking his head and chuckling when he sees spock like “god i am an idiot how did i not see this before” and spock is just ???? “are you okay doctor?” and bones just fuckin loSES IT and he’s in such a good mood because he gets all sweet and bright when he’s attracted to someone (we’ve seen evidence of this in at least two episodes i can think of off the top of my head okay) and at this point he’s damn near giddy and doing his little bounce thing and eVERYTHING IS SO PURE AND SPOCK IS CONFUSED BUT PLEASED TO SEE THE DOCTOR SO HAPPY EVEN THOUGH HE’S GOT NO IDEA WHAT GOT INTO HIM AND I’M CRYING

Auston Matthews #4.2


Anonymous said: Please please pleaseee do a part 2 to the auston matthews imagine you just did 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 soo good


Anonymous said: Can you do a part two of your recent Auston one? How they end up watching movies after the fire please !!!

Anonymous said: Please do a part 2 to the most recent Auston Matthews imagine!

deannaard said: Can you make a part two? This is just so cute and cuddly

okayleafs said: this was so cute! you should definitely make a pt 2💗

boo-boocmf said: Please do a part 2. This was SOOOO good.

A/N: wowowowow i was not expecting so much response from this imagine but damn thank you all so much <3 sorry if this sucked haha i wasn’t sure if i liked it honestly

Word Count: 1,747

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

“Auston’s coming over?” Steph questioned while looking over at you, her eyes only leaving the road for a moment before she was focused on driving once again. You shrugged and then bit down on your lip. “I mean, you two were pretty cozy by the fire,” she smirked now. 

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fuck man I’m lying here at 2 in the morning cryin bc game grumps has been here for 5 years, five fucking years and I know it must’ve been difficult. I think abt arin hanson and the struggles he faced and the uncertainty and hardships but he persevered man, not to mention his beautiful wife and awesome friends that stuck by him and believed in him, and now it’s grown into such an empire and it’s all thanks to one man’s belief in his dreams. now he can help his friends follow their dreams and do something every day that helps and cheers the people he cares about. god dude. that’s incredible.

The Bet

Prompt: Hey! I just finished reading outlaws of love (and, as a bi person myself, may I say I loved every second I spent reading it). If it’s not too much to ask, could you maybe do a negan X daughter!reader where they just spend some cute, quality time together and he’s super protective over her, and she comes out to him as bi and he it really accepting of it. Thanks love x – Requested by @supernatural-everyday

Pairing: Dad!Negan x Daughter!Reader, Negan x You

Word Count: 3,857

Type: One shot

Warnings: None that I know of

Rating: PG

Notes: Yo’ so I kinda got real carried away with this, sorry! I hope it’s what you were looking for xx Also yay my first request is done :D

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

 “Be safe. Stay inside the fuckin’ gates. I’ll be back by midday tomorrow.” The grumpy voice of your father says, as he stands in your doorway.

“Back before my Birthday?” You mumble. “And I know the rules, Dad.” You add, not looking up from the book in your lap as you sit cross legged on your bed.

“Yes Princess, before your birthday. And I know you know the rules, which is why I’m fuckin’ confused as to the reason you disobey them all the goddamn damn time.”

You roll your eyes and lift your head up, looking at your father in all his heroic glory. Leather jacket on and baseball bat in hand, you still wonder why he named the inanimate object after your mother.

“Because they’re stupid as shit.” You sarcastically smile back at him.

“Don’t swear.”

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Life is twisted, but so am I
With all that’s said and done,
Relationships, trials and goals
Are battles to still be won.

I find it hard to trust these days
For all that’s been done to me,
People never change their ways
They’re still as nasty as can be.

Putting their needs before yours
Trying till your face turns blue,
Just do what is right from your heart
Even though people don’t do right by you.

- ЯR
Dionysus Cabin Headcanons!!!

•They through the craziest parties. They’re loud, messy and (somehow) always manage to smuggle in all kinds of alcohol (despite the actual cabin mates only wanting wine)

•They love grape juice for obvious reasons, though more than half of the time someone (*cough* Will *cough* Solace) has to take a sip to make sure it isn’t wine.

•They always wake up grumpy. So grumpy that other campers joke and ask if they’re hungover.

•When they haven’t had a drink of wine or aren’t around good friends they’re actually very socially awkward and shy.

•The best actors. They can pull off lies of all sorts.

•Broadway nerds!

•They play Hamilton constantly and every once in a while just start singing it in the middle of dinner.


•Don’t get them started on Wicked or The Heathers. THEY WILL TALK ABOUT IT FOR HOURS!

•Dionysus gets them tickets to broadway musicals for their birthdays.

•They collect Playbills from every Broadway show they’ve seen and hang them up in their cabin.

•Next to the Apollo campers, they sing best at campfires.

•Every summer they perform a play for the camp!

•They are such good actors that during capture the flag they are able to convince the other team that they are actually their team mates and thEN THEY STEAL THE FLAG AND WIN!

•Beautiful. They all of youthful young beauty (considering Dionysius is described as a beautiful and boyish in Greek myths)



•Their eyes shine with pride when they see one of the younger siblings on stage!

•"WHAT!“ *sniffle* "NO I AM NOT CRYIN-” *breaks out in sobs* “IM JUST PROUD OF HER, OKAY!?”

•They all have curly hair. Whether it’s tight ringlets or lose waves, the hair is curly.

•favorite cabin game is who can catch the most grapes in their mouth.

•The majority of them don’t have crushes often, but when they do. Gods. It takes every ounce of their acting skills to not freak out when they get within 10 feet of their crush.

•Very lgbtq+. Next to the Aphrodite cabin, they are like the corner stone for those who are struggling to find their identity.

That’s all I can think of :) Please add your own!

Wheres my lance arc… wheres my lance issues resolution arc……. give it to me dark voltron give me the content we all want n deserve gdi

Non-traditional Way of Living: part two

Read part one here

Y/N was suspicious. There was something different about the air today and it almost made her nervous. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was definitely something. She only became more skeptical when Harry avoided her gaze at the breakfast table. He was always very chatty that one, so it alarmed her when his eyes were everywhere but on her. If she was being truthful, it kind of put a damper on her morning. She was anxious, worried she had done something to upset her sweet. 

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Benny & Tears

This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 309

Warnings: angst

(gif is not mine)

If someone looked at Benny, there was no clear sign that he was a vampire.  He knew he was a monster, but you always believed he was a vampire trying to be a better person.  Benny couldn’t say how much he appreciated the love and faith you had in him.  Benny only wished you would have the same love and faith in yourself as you did for him.

The Cajun vampire entered your room to find you crying on your bed.  You were hugging your pillow, your knees pulled up to your chest.  He closed your door behind him.  Even with the door making a sound, you didn’t look up at him.

“[Y/N] what’s wrong,” Benny asked, slowly sauntering up to your bed.  “How long have ya been sittin’ here cryin’?”

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anonymous asked:

can u please do a fluffy imagine where u get a small fluffy dog and murdoc pretends not to like it at first,,, but later on u catch him cryin about how cute it is or something,,, please i love this burnt garbanzo bean w/ all my heart

Murdoc had reluctantly agreed to let you get a dog after you ceased to stop begging him for one. The entire time you were at the animal shelter, you would catch a glimpse of him staring at the dogs but you could never catch him full on. After a little while of searching, you came across a tiny dog that was instantly attracted to Murdoc. You laughed a little as he stared at the little white puppy.

Murdoc drove you guys home so you could hold the puppy and embrace the instant love it had to give to you. You brought it inside to your guys’ shared room and let it run around to explore the new environment. After only being back for ten minutes, you’d realized that you had forgotten to get the new puppy a leash. “Hey, I’m going to run to the store real quick. Watch her,” you referred to your new dog. You didn’t want to hear his protests, so you grabbed the car keys and rushed out to leave for the store.

After he tried to stop you to no avail, he let out a long groan as he went back to the bedroom. The puppy was scratching away at the bedsheets until she laid down and stared up at Murdoc. He walked over to the bed and stopped at its foot. She looked at him with her large eyes and licked her nose a few times. He looked her straight in the eyes as she had done to him. “I guess you’re kinda cute,” he commented to the dog as if she’d be able to understand him. She barked playfully and jumped up to spring at him, making him catch her so she didn’t fall off the side of the bed.

You’d gotten back to the studio not to long after you left for the store, and jogged to get back to the bedroom. It was open a crack so you pushed it open to see something you never though you’d see for yourself. Murdoc was playing with the puppy, running around with her as she went around the room. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “I see my two babies are getting along!” You expressed.

Murdoc froze in surprise and looked over his shoulder to look at you. “Oh, hey love. I didn’t know you’d be back so soon,” he said as he pretended as if it hadn’t even happened.

“You love her, don’t you?”

Murdoc looked from you down to the puppy, getting the same sparkly eyes as before. He bit his bottom lip and stared for a moment before bending down quickly to pick her up and hold her close to his face. “I never knew they could be this adorable!” Claimed as he approached you to hug you with the dog.


Valentine’s Week: 2/7

three distinct ways steve looks at the people he loves

anonymous asked:

I wanted to let you know that your art is getting me through a really hard time. Ive been plagued with dysphoria worse than ever lately and bakugou is... kinda my physical ideal self in most ways, so seeing the drawings of him that you do especially where hes trans make me really happy. Ive never seen a character where i want tk cry bc why cant i be that way, and your art helps bc it kinda in a way shows me i can be that way. So just... thank you so so much.

hey! well first of all im cryin bc hell yeah man, fucking, i believe in you i love you you’re strong, and second of all, he’s always trans, that’s not a sometimes thing on this blog, i wanna make that clear

anonymous asked:

How would the companions react/apologize if they made Sole cry?

When Cait sees Sole break down, she’s not quite sure what to do. She hesitates before squeezing their upper arms as a river of apologies flows out of her, trying to say anything to get the tears to stop. “Aw, don’t listen to me. I’m just spewin’ crap. It’s not true what I said, none of it. I was bein’ stupid, and I, just… please just stop cryin’,” she pleads. “I’m with ya’ now and I always will be. I… I’m sorry.” To her relief, the apology seems to do the trick, and she pulls them into her rough arms, not wanting to see their face stained with tears anymore.

“Oh! Oh, my goodness!” gasps Codsworth. “I didn’t mean to – Sir/Mum, I am so sorry. You have my sincerest apologies. Why, if I’d realized I was going to say something so foolish… ” He continues to drown them in apologies, reasons he’s wrong after all, backtracking, hoping that something he says can ease their pain. Seeing them hurt is like seeing a piece of himself hurt, and he would do anything for them to make their pain stop. Eventually he falls into silence, his three eyes scanning them intently and waiting for them to speak, waiting to assuage any worry that comes out of their mouth.

“Oh, dear! Oh, I am so sorry!” Curie exclaims, bringing her hands to cover her mouth for an instant. Only a second later, she takes Sole’s hands in hers. “Truly, I am sorry,” she tells them, soft thumbs tracing patterns onto their knuckles. “It was wrong of me. I should know better than to say something like that. You do not deserve to hear these things.” Her eyes search their face, attempting to assess them emotionally. She simply pulls them in for a hug and rubs comforting circles into their back, murmuring soothing words into their ear.

Danse relents immediately, knowing he’s crossed a line that shouldn’t have been crossed. “I apologize,” he says to them. “I was wrong. You shouldn’t have to hear baseless disrespect like that, and especially not from me.” He’s absolutely sincere in his words, but he feels like they deserve more from him, so he sits with them, offering a hand on their knee and words as kind and comforting as he knows how to give. Scribe Haylen helped teach him that sometimes, people just need a shoulder to cry on, and he hopes that now he can lend that shoulder to Sole.

Deacon interrupts himself mid-sentence and takes their hands firmly, seriously. “Hey,” he says. “That was out of line. I shouldn’t have said something like that. I’m sorry.” He offers an arm around their shoulders to pull them in close, and he lets them cry it out, waiting with them and occasionally patting tears from their face with his sleeve. When they seem to be out of tears, he jokes to them that if they keep this up, the Minutemen won’t need any more water purifiers. They chuckle weakly.

When Dogmeat realizes that Sole is crying, he clambers on top of their lap, seeming to know that they need comfort. He pants soothingly, occasionally licking them on the face. He patiently waits with them, letting them bury their face in his warm fur.

Hancock grasps Sole securely by the shoulders so that he can look them in the eyes, and he tells them firmly, but not without concern, “Hey, listen. That was bullshit. That was some first-class bullshit I shouldn’t have said in the first place. Don’t listen to the shit I say, okay?” He’s irritated with himself for having hurt Sole, but after watching them for a few moments, he pulls them into a hug anyway, patting their back or stroking their hair, volunteering anything he can to undo the mistake he made.

MacCready changes instantly at the sight of Sole. His voice is lighter, softer, creases of concern and apology in his face as says, “Hey, don’t… Hey, I’m sorry. No, it was stupid…” He apologizes over and over, offering words to erase the hurt of what he said, and when he runs out of apologies he offers to get them anything they need, and when eventually he runs out of words entirely he pulls them into a hug. He can’t just watch them cry like this.

Nick softens immediately, sighing with irritation at himself, wondering how he could be so stupid. “Aw, kid, listen. I’m so sorry. Those are words that never should’ve left my mouth. Knowing all you’ve been through, those are words that you never should’ve had to hear, and I know that.” He pats them on the back, searching their face from beneath the brim of his hat. Eventually he gets up and returns with a small glass of whiskey, remembering how the burn used to ground him on his bad days.

“Oh, Blue… I’m so sorry,” Piper sighs, wishing she hadn’t said anything at all. She pulls them in for a comforting hug. “You’re a good person, you know? You’re a good person. You’ve gone through so much already, and you shouldn’t have to hear stuff like that.” When she finds herself at a loss for words, she sways with them in place, humming in their ear the way she used to do when Nat came home with a scraped knee or injured feelings.

There’s genuine remorse on Preston’s features as he gently grasps their shoulders. “I’m sorry. I really am sorry,” he says earnestly. “I know you, General, and I know everything you’ve been through. It wasn’t right of me to say something like that. I admire and respect you as a person, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you.” He wipes their tears with a gloved hand and sits next to them, offering water or snacks or a blanket to wrap around them.

“Human face leaking,” points out Strong. “Why?” When Sole chokes out that he made them sad, Strong pauses. He’s felt sad only a few times, and they were all bad times. They made him feel weak, and doesn’t want someone he respects to feel weak. He tries to remember what he’s seen others do to make each other feel better, and he ends up patting Sole on the shoulder uncertainly, causing their knees to buckle beneath them. “Strong feel bad,” he says. Sole understands.

X6-88 relents immediately. “I apologize. It was not my intention to hurt you,” he says. He makes sure Sole knows on no uncertain terms that he was at fault. He leaves and returns with a cool glass of water, telling them they will feel better if they drink, and he stays with them as long as they need to recollect themselves.


Grateful Dead ~ Truckin’

Truckin’ got my chips cashed in. keep truckin’, like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep trucki’n on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and its all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to new Orleans;
New York’s got the ways and means; but just wont let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin’
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin’, like the do-dah man. once told me you’ve got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime, if you don’t lay’em down,

Sometimes the lights all shinin’ on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same
Livin’ on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is ain’t it a shame?

Truckin’, up to buffalo. been thinkin’, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin’ on.

Sittin’ and starin’ out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again
Id like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you’re gonna come in.

Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin’ pin.
Knocked down, it gets to wearin’ thin. they just wont let you be, oh no.

You’re sick of hangin’ around and you’d like to travel;
Get tired of travelin’ and you want to settle down.
I guess they cant revoke your soul for tryin’,
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the lights all shinin’ on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

Truckin’, I’m a goin’ home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin’ on.
Hey now get back truckin’ home……

The One Where It’s Wrong

Pairing: John Murphy x Reader

Summary: Charlotte was your little sister and yet somehow, despite her death being largely Murphy’s fault, you had fallen for him. But some things are just too wrong, too unforgivable and forgiving him for your sisters death would be one of them.

A/N: first ‘the 100′ imagine, hope you guys enjoy! i’m upto season 2 and finn is my fave so for those of you who have watched all of it, yall know im cryin!

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)

“What are you doing here Murphy?” you groan as he walks into your tent.

“Bellamy is looking for you,” he mumbles, picking up things and examining them.

“Put that down,” you sigh as he picks up your bracelet.

“How do I look?” you ask, twirling around, “It’s a little hard to look nice without a mirror but-“

“You look great,” Murphy cuts you off, barely looking at you, “You’d better go see Bellamy. You know how he gets when people are late.”

“You’re right,” you grumble, rushing past him, “Oh and Murphy?”


“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you stuck around.”

As you enter Bellamy’s tent a girl rushes out, half in tears and half naked.

“I see you’re treating women as you usually do – good to see nothing’s changed,” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, “Murphy said you wanted to see me?”

“Yeah. I’m sending both of you on a mission.”

“A mission? We’re not in the FBI,” you laugh and he raises a brow, “The what?”

“Guess you never read any of those history books up in the Ark, huh?”

“You’re right. I was too busy –“

Safeguarding your sister, blah blah blah – I know. So what’s the mission?”

“You both need to go to the dropship. Bring back Octavia and Lincoln.”

“There are grounders everywhere. Plus, you’re not in charge anymore, Abigail-“

Abigail and everyone else are busy safeguarding Finn. Can you do this or should I ask someone else?”

“Fine, I’ll go,” you huff, “We’ll leave now, before the sun is up.”

As you go back to your tent you find Murphy holding up one of your bra’s between his thumb and forefinger as though it was toxic, “Never seen one of these?” you scoff, snatching it out of his hand.

“Many, actually.”

“Good to know,” you roll your eyes, “Did Bellamy tell you about-“

“Yeah. We’d better get going,” he states, walking out and you pull him back by his arm.

“Can I trust you’ll have my back?”

“Always,” he smirks, slapping your ass as he exits and you slap in the back of the head, “Don’t ever do that again,” you grumble, shoving past him.

As you reach the dropship, you notice a knife in a tree, “Someone’s been here,” you mumble, pulling it out, “This isn’t one of ours.”


“Reapers,” you sigh, “Be on guard, I’m going to go get Octavia.”

“Get me for what?” she asks, walking down the ramp.

“We need to get you and Lincoln back to the Alpha station.”


“Bellamy wants you both- WATCH OUT MURPHY!” you yell as a reaper bounds towards him.

It shoves him to the ground, strangling him. You line up the shot, shooting it right in the head and Murphy rolls over, gasping for air.

“You okay?” you ask, crouching next to him and helping him sit up.

He coughs and sputters, slowly nodding.

“Let’s get out of here,” you sigh, helping him up, “Octavia, get Lincoln and follow us!”

“Why are you so nice to me?” Murphy asks as you wipe down his face with a wet cloth.

“What do you mean?”

“I killed your sister.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head, “She jumped. And she killed Wells, she would’ve never been able to live with that.”

“She was only a little girl…”

“I know,” you sigh, your eyes stinging, “But there’s no point holding onto that.”

“Still. You don’t have to be nice to me.”

I don’t have to but we’re on the same side Murphy and I believe in forgiveness, even for those who don’t deserve it at times.

Murphy nods slowly, “I really am sorry. I never meant-“

“You can make up for it by not being an asshole,” you cut him off, standing up and suting yourself off.

You begin to tidy the tent, “Sleep Murphy, you need to get some rest.”

Your hands move faster than your mind can process. It had all gotten to you; the war, the death, the loss and worst of all, all the blood on your hands.

“Y/N,” Murphy whispers, pulling your hands into his, “Look at me.”

Your eyes flicker to his, “I killed another person today, Murphy.”

“That wasn’t a person,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “He would’ve killed all of us if not for you.”

You shake our head, squeezing your eyes shut as tears fall out.

Murphy caresses your face, his thumb running over a scar on your cheek, “Maybe you should get some rest.”

“I’m on watch.”

“I can take your shift,” he smiles and you nod, curling up on the floor and Murphy places his jacket over you as you dose off.

“You don’t think they-“ Finn begins.

“No,” Clark shakes her head laughing before her expression hardens, “No.”

“No way,” Raven laughs as she enters your tent, “When did this happen?” she giggles, kicking Murphy in the shin.

“What the fuck,” he groans, slowly waking up.

You wake up due to the noise and your eyes widen as you find a shirtless Murphy beside you, both of you entangled together.

“What are you doing?!” you shove him away, scrambling away from him.

“I was – you were-“

Murphy looks from you to the crowd gathered around the two of you.

“I’m sorry – did you climb into bed without her knowing?” Raven furrows her brows together, walking towards him and Clark pulls her back.

“I’m sure he has an explanation,” she says through gritted teeth, looking annoyed herself.

“S-she was shivering and I thought body warmth-“

“Why not just take her to Abigail if she was shivering that badly?”

Murphy swallows hard, “I guess-“

“He was thinking with his penis and not his head… or should I say his little head and not his actual head,” Finn scoffs and Clark slaps his arm, glaring at him.

“Everyone go back to their posts,” Clark grumbles, “Murphy, if you so much as lay a finger on her again without her permission, you’ll be banished again,” she growls, “Get dressed.”

As everyone leaves the tent you stare at Murphy, wide eyed.

“I’m s-sorry, I wasn’t-“

You abruptly stand up, pulling your jacket over your shoulders, “I should get to work,” you mumble, basically running out of the tent.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Murphy pulls you aside, his breathing heavy, “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not,” you mumble, looking past him, “I’m on guard duty Murphy, I have to-“

“You can spare a minute,” he spits, “Is this about the other night?”


“Don’t lie.”

“You want to talk about lying? Why don’t we talk about what actually happened the other night…

“Y-you remember?”

“I didn’t when I woke up but I did later on.”


“You said you were in love with me and then you kissed me.”

“You didn’t stop me…”

“I didn’t want to,” you sigh, “I wished we could’ve stayed like that forever.”

Murphy’s eyes widen, “Y-you – you like me too?”

“I shouldn’t,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair, “It’s wrong.”

“Why?” he pulls your hand into his, stepping closer to you.

“Like you said, you killed my sister. I can’t just let that go.”

You can’t or everyone around us can’t?”

“People won’t understand.”

“Fuck them.”

“Murphy, I’m in love with the boy who everyone hates.”

Murphy smirks, “In love?”

You nod slowly, looking at your hand in his, “I’m scared.”

“I’ll protect you. From everyone. From everything.”

“Murphy; I’m scared of you.”

Murphy slumps, “Like everyone else…”

“I’m not scared you’ll hurt me. Not physically anyway. I’m scared you’ll break my heart… I’m scared you’ll leave me to save yourself.”

“Hey,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “I would never.”

“I know I’m the ‘asshole of the 100’ but it’s different with you.”

You stand there staring at each other awkwardly before you clear your throat, trying to lighten the mood.

“Promise me John,” you smirk and his eyes widen in displeasure, “Don’t call me John.”

You push him playfully, “Come on John,” you giggle, “Promise me.”

Murphy pins you against the wall, his hands on your waist and you suck in a sharp breath.

He softly presses his lips to yours, pulling away but still hovering, “I promise,” he whispers, sending chills down your spine.

He pulls away, “I also promise that if you ever call me John again, I’ll tell everyone about why you were really arrested on the Ark.”

You wouldn’t,” your eyes narrow.

“Public intoxication and defacement of property; though I would probably use the words ‘drunk and peed in public’.”

“I’m going to kill you,” you laugh, charging at him.

You’ll have to catch me first.”

A/N: make sure you check out my new (shadowhunters) alec imagine here and new jace imagine here!


I can walk away from this fight if I just sign my name beneath a solemn oath never again to do violence against it. No. Not after all it has taken from me. Not after all it has taken from you. I will do great v i o l e n c e against that thing.

Instagram: @ LordElias

Look, this is the first time that I’m gonna explain this feelin /
when the pain starts in ya chest and radiates till it hit ya ceilin/
now you cryin, you lay in bed at night and you terrified, of this feelin /
yeah, do you feel me ? do you hear me tho?/
cause it really feel like I’m all alone /
and a nigga can’t get no sleep, thats when my mind be playin tricks on me/
its telling me “gon light that shit”, tellin me “you needa drink” ,  its tellin me to do these things as if it knows just what i need/
yeah, but i don’t even know what i need/
i got a woman that loves me, but lately i do not trust it /
lately i just been questioning everything that has yet to hurt me/
i wanna hear only truth, i want you to need me like I’m needin you/
i wanna find what my purpose is, i wanna speak to the youth/
i gotta get back in the booth…

Needle and Thread

A/N: For @riversong-sam‘s challenge :) my song was Angel by Aerosmith (yes, I know Gabriel is an archangel, but until I figure out how to write Cas better enjoy some Gabriel because how can you not)

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: Angst, torture, minor language, character death

Word Count: 1283

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Hazes of dark grey shuddered in front of your eyes, your vision having been wrecked by numerous, unrelenting blows to the face. It was safe to say that you were in trouble, big trouble. As in, you were probably about die, kind of trouble. Lucifer had risen, Sam and Dean were scrambling to acquire the Four Horsemen’s rings, and you had been snatched up by Lucifer’s demon squad for intense questioning on what the Winchesters were up to. They were stirring things up, creating commotion, and Lucifer wanted answers. So, there you were, suspended from an old warehouse’s ceiling by heavy chains, thick cuffs pressing deeply into your wrists.

You were about done for, your strength on its last legs, a cringe-worthy amount of blood pooling beneath your feet. You were sure that whenever Lucifer’s loyalists returned for another round of questioning, it would be the last. And you were okay with that. Sam and Dean were close friends, and you’d die for them every day of the week because you loved them, and being a hunter meant not really having any attachments. Except … you did have one attachment, one thread holding your broken self together.

There was a certain archangel … no, not Lucifer. His name was Gabriel, and he was the needle and thread keeping you together. Basically, he was nearly your everything. You had come across him when he was known as the Trickster, and you had a very strong love/hate relationship with one another. You were bitter that he killed Dean countless times, and he retaliated with human-related insults, even though he liked humans. Eventually the insults lost their heat, and they changed into something more … playful, flirty. The two of you weren’t aware that you were falling for the other until you landed yourself in a near death experience.

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