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Some of these niggas on Twitter make black men look bad by trying to make y'all look bad. Their ignorance, cowardice and stupidity baffles me. They act like their mothers, sisters, aunts, and cousins aren’t black. They should be Ashamed for themselves.
I know it must be difficult for you in a world that sees you as not just one minority but two. Like its not bad enough that your black but you’re a woman too. Double the hate. Double the prejudice.
Please though, I beg of you don’t give up on us yet. There are still men out there that see you as the strong, independent, intelligent, beautiful women that you are. We love you for it. Dark skinned, light skinned, brown skinned it doesn’t matter we love you all. You are all queens and should be treated as such. I apologize on the behalf on my misguided brothers who don’t understand. Just know there’s still some of us out there who see you as you are. Not as society, or social media portrays you.
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Request: heyyy i love ur writing and its ok if you’re having trouble with the spacing XD we all understand plus i love you so. yeah. And, i was wondering if you could write an angsty one with smut (if u write smut. its ok if u dont. and if u dont feel like it, its not necessary.)
Authors Note: I’m sorrrrrryyyyyy I know I take forever to write requests now, I’m just never super motivated to write anymore honestly. But, I was really feeling an angsty Alec imagine and this happened to be my first request 😏 as for the requester, yesss thank you for being understanding of my spacing and italics issue, I’ve got it figured out for the most part but it’s soooo frustrating, I usually have to post it completely smashed together then go back and add my spacing and italics, bolding, whatever, ah I’m rambling. Onto the imagine!
Warnings: crying, arguing/yelling whatever you want to name it, super angsty, happy ending though
“I can’t believe you” you hissed as you stormed towards your room shaking your head, trying to hold yourself together.
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summary: Michael does things to you while he’s sleepwalking
requested?: yes, hope you liked it anon :)) so I accepted the challenge by a lovely anon to write 2 smuts in the 2 days that I’m home from school which means that there will be another smut going up tomorrow, I hope y’all are excited for it because I certainly am.
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“mikey stop” I groaned, shoving his hands away from my breasts
for what seems like the fifth time tonight. It’s not him touching my boobs
that’s the issue, for some odd reason Michael finds comfort in my boobs when
he’s home from tour so it’s not uncommon for him to rest his hands on them or
anything, it’s the fact that he keeps playing with my nipples, an instant turn
on for me.
Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.
A/N: Thank you all again for the responses, as per usual they mean so much to me. I tried to make this one longer and better than my last and more detail orientated, I felt as if my last was a bit sloppy… but I definitely tried harder with this one!
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Based off of: The 100 01x06 and 01x07
“Octavia!” Opening your eyes from your sleep, you groaned, holding your head. That was very distinctly Bellamy’s voice but you wondered what was wrong now. Only yesterday had you tried to reach the Ark with flares, only yesterday had you stolen a radio that could’ve potentially killed three hundred people. And only yesterday had you found out that Bellamy, the boy you were just beginning to trust, was a murderer. Or at least, attempted so.
Sighing frustratedly, you pulled your boots on, struggling to shove them on before hefting and standing up. You quickly pulled on your jacket, exiting your tent and looking around to find what had gotten Bellamy so upset.
“Okay, i’ll help you find her.” You heard, turning your head and finding Clarke and Bellamy standing next to each other. Curious, you stepped up to the two quickly turning to Clarke and ignoring Bellamy, “what’s happening?”
“Octavia’s not at camp. Help us.” She explained and ordered, before turning back towards Bellamy. Listening closely, you began walking with them in tow and listened to the orders Clarke gave you; “let’s check again. I’ll check the drop-ship, Y/N help Bellamy check the tents.” Despite your anxiousness to be near Bellamy, you nodded.
“Thank you.” Bellamy whispered to you, the first time he’d directed a conversation towards you since yesterday. You only shook your head, “don’t thank me. I am doing this for Octavia, not a murderer.” You spat, the anger you felt from being deceived still there.
“Y/N, you kno-”
“This isn’t the time Bellamy.” You shushed him, your piercing gaze falling on him. “Besides, I know all I need to know already.”
“Hey everybody, gather around and grab a weapon.” Bellamy ordered, dropping the bag of weapons on the ground. Your eyes filtered to the weapons, inching back when a memory flooded your vision. Shaking your head, you refused to grab a weapon and stepped back. “My sisters been out there alone for twelve hours. Arm up. We’re not coming back without her.”
“Hey, Jasper.” You called, stopping the boy from stepping forward with a worried look. “You don’t have to do this. You haven’t left camp since we brought you back.” His wide, beaten up eyes turned to you and gripping the handle of his weapon with fear, he shook his head.
“Y/N, I need to do this.” He argued, eyes not looking with you.
“We need all the people we can get.” Bellamy stated, coming up behind you. Shivering, you stepped closer to Jasper and ignore the way Bellamy stared at your back. Looking up at Jasper, you tilted your head desperately when he stepped forward, making his way up through the crowd.
“We need a tracker.” Bellamy stated, turning towards you and Clarke who’d stepped up behind you. You nodded solemnly, already knowing who’d they call. “Finn. Get out here.” Bellamy ordered, raising his voice ever so slightly. Marching forward, you all begin to make your way to the wall, hearing Finn’s distant voice of; “alright. I’m coming.”
You walked up behind Jasper, feeling his fright practically radiate off of him. You hadn’t really spoken to him much, and you didn’t know much about him but you had been there when he’d been speared and you’d help patched him back to life. The boy was a fighter. That’s all you knew. To go out here, after being speared in mid-air with pinpoint accuracy, you’d be more than terrified. “Hey,” you soothed, resting your hand on his shoulder, you chose to ignore the way he jumped slightly. “It’s okay to be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid.” He immediately defended, smiling ever so slightly towards him, you sent him a cocky look.
“Jasper,” you sobered up. “I think what you’re doing is extremely brave.” You leant up, leaning heavily against him and pressing a small kiss against his cheek. Despite the circumstances around you both, you let yourself giggle ever so slightly at the blush that adorned his cheeks and shook your head. You missed the way someones eyes followed after you.
“Guys, guys. Come here!” A boy yelled, and turning you followed the direction he pointed, curious. “Did you see that?” You followed his gaze staring up at the sky. You immediately felt your stomach drop and your heart sink as you stared at what appeared to be shooting stars, but you knew better.
“They didn’t work.” Raven stated, coming to stand next you and Finn. “They didn’t see the flares.” You shook your head, brows furrowing as you stared at Raven apologetically. She only nodded her head, already knowing how sorry you were. Staring at the ground, you felt tears well within the brim of your eyes. This was your fault. If you had just stopped Bellamy rather than help him, three hundred people or more would still be alive.
“And a meteor shower tells you that?” Bellamy spat, confident in himself.
With dark eyes you turned to Bellamy, a secret conversation passing between the two of you that no one else saw; “it’s not a meteor shower, it’s a funeral.” You deadpanned. “Hundreds of bodies being returned to the earth from the Ark. This is what it looks like from the other side. They didn’t get our message.” You solemnly said, turning Raven. She only shook her head, disappointed before her face twisted into anger and she shoved past you, heading straight for Bellamy.
“This is all because of you!” She spat, you were quick to grab her. “This is because of the both of us.” You whispered to her ear, looking at her expectantly.
“I helped you find the radio.” Bellamy defended.
“Yeah after you jacked it from my pod and wasted it.”
“Yeah, he knows.” Clarke stated, patting Raven’s shoulder; “and now he has to live with it.” Though she was very clearly directing her words to Bellamy, your eyes fell to your feet, when indirectly her words worked for you too. You (along with Bellamy) just killed hundreds of people.
“All I know is that my sister is out there and i’m gonna find her. You coming or what?”
A consecutive round of nods were his reply, you whispered ‘yeah’ before looking back up again. You let your eyes fall on the bodies falling from the sky again. You couldn’t quite even understand the feeling you were feeling, all you knew was that you were held responsible for a death again, except this time, much more. Hundreds more.
“Then what are we waiting for? Move out.”
“We have to talk to them. Three hundred won’t be enough.” Clarke stated. Staying beside Jasper, you grabbed his torch, letting him take care of the weapon and held up the torch so you could see the others more clearly. “The oxygen level will just keep dropping and if we don’t tell them that they can survive down here, they’ll kill more people. They have to.”
“Guys,” you whispered urgent. “We have to go, they’re leaving.”
“I got nothing. We lost the trial.”
“Keep looking.” Bellamy urged, staring around at the open wide forest. You let your guarded eyes scan around you in anxiousness, entering a clear warning sign already had you nervous but even more so knowing you were wide open in the forest with no walls or anything to protect yourselves. You stayed close to Finn and Jasper, frightened.
Walking again, the lot of you began searching around, Finn shaking his head in annoyance.
“Wandering around aimlessly isn’t the way to finding your sister.” Finn commented, back hunched in cautiousness. You looked around at their weapons and for a second cursed your inability to hold one, but shook your head, you didn’t need a weapon. If you were to die today that’d be your fate, but you refused to pick up a weapon. You wouldn’t sacrifice your morals just to kill more people.
“We should backtrack.” Finn turned to Bellamy, who glared and with bafflement stated; “i’m not going back.”
“Hey, where’s John?”
“I just saw him a second ago.” Jasper stated, voice hushed. You let your eyes scan around you, baffled as to where he could have gone.
“Spread out, he couldn’t have gotten that far.” You let out a small scream when a body fell before you, holding your hand against your chest you stared at the face and cringed when you saw all the blood and identified the body as John. You turned with wide, panicked eyes at the rest. You couldn’t look, or you’d have another panic attack.
“They use the trees.” Finn exclaimed. You took a careful step back from the body, hating the smell and the presence of him.
“We shouldn’t have crossed the boundary.” You stated, Finn’s eyes fell on you and searching your hands for seemingly the first time, he stared baffled at you. “Y/N where’s your weapon?”
Guiltily you stared up at him, like a deer caught in lights. “I didn’t grab one.” You shook your head, your whole body shaking. Sighing, Finn looked around as did Bellamy and finding something, he gave you the sword that had once belonged to John. You cringed from it, taking a step back.
“I don’t want one. Please.” You begged, hating the look of it.
“There.” Jasper stated, pointing to a grounder beside you. One of your teammates ran beside you, looking at the other side of you. “Another one.” He panicked.
Finn’s wide eyes fell on you, and with stress he pointed the weapon at you. “Please, Y/N. This isn’t the time. Take it.” He begged and you shook your head, panic filling your senses and trying to stay come.
“Y/N just take the damn sword.” Bellamy snapped at you, his eyes falling around you as he watched the movement of the grounders that surrounded you all. Finn’s sympathetic eyes fell on you and taking cautious steps towards you, he leant to your level. “Y/N, trust me. It’ll be fine. But for your safety you need to take the weapon.” He sighed when you didn’t move; “look you don’t have to use it. It’d just make me feel better if you took it.” He bargained and with reluctance, you hesitantly grabbed the sword from him, hating the way it weighed against your hand. Finn nodded gratefully your way, his hand falling on your shoulder before turning to look at the forest around you again.
“We should run.” Finn murmured. You all were quick to follow orders, all running one direction in a mob.
“They’re leading us here. It’s the only direction we could run in.”
You panted, suddenly holding the sword tightly as your eyes frantically hovered around the forest. This was bad. They were killing you all off in a extremely fast rate and there’s was nothing you all could do as you continued to fall for their tricks pathetically.
“Hey where’d they go?” Finn asked, turning to you all. Following his gaze. you noticed how suddenly all of the grounders that had surrounded you disappeared.
“After Roma.” Bellamy hissed. You all began running in the direction she’d run just minutes before, your stomach leaping with hope that she was still okay.
“There she is. Roma!”
You all took quiet steps towards the figure of Roma, eyes still watching with carefulness around you incase one of them decided to pop out. You felt your heart drop even more when you saw the spear that had struck her just like Jasper, and had to breathe very carefully not to panic. This was all becoming too much but you knew you couldn’t have another panic attack or it’d be the end for you all.
You held your chest, and focused on breathing as Bellamy, Finn and Monroe cursed with anger. You let your gaze fall on Jasper, who noticing the way Roma died, his eyes widened terrified and he looked at you for comfort. You only shook your head, unhelpful, your hand still pressed against your chest and your back hunched. Breathe. Breathe, you repeated in your mind.
“They’re playing with us.” Finn whispered. You watched with interested eyes as Bellamy raised his hand, you noticed how it shook, and very carefully closed Roma’s eyes in respect. You stared at Bellamy, still utterly confused by his inner motives. “She only came because of me,” he whispered, guilt filling within him.
“They can kill us whenever they want.” Finn reassured, roughly.
“Then they should get it over with!” Jasper suddenly began yelling, forgetting about yourself you ran towards him, calling his name in desperation as you tried to get him to shut up. “Come on!” Jasper continued to yell. You grabbed his face, trying to get him to focus on you but he only continued. “We know you’re out there. Come and kill us!”
“Jasper!” You yelled, whispered. “Please, don’t do this! Shh!” Finn helped you, grabbing Jasper as he jumped and ran in small amounts to try and alert the grounders of their presence. You tried to hush him, your head turning back ever so slightly every few minutes to see where the grounders were.
“They’re coming!” Monroe shouted, finally shutting Jasper up. Panting as you all huddled around each other, you stared around you at the many different grounders heading your way. And with regretful eyes, you stared at the sword you held, grabbing it with both and holding it up before you.
A sudden horn blew, stopping the grounders effectively as they now looked around. You watched with confusion as they hurriedly ran the other way and began disappearing.
“That horn.” You began; “what does it mean?”
“How did you find me?” Octavia asked, her face lit up in a smile as she let go of Bellamy and ran to Jasper in excitement. He smiled back at her, happy to have found her. “Followed him.” Jasper chuckled as he pointed at the grounder laying on the ground.
Octavia let go of Jasper, turning to you. You smiled a half attempt at her, staring cautiously at the grounder while she thanked you. “It’s not a problem, Octavia. You’re my friend.” You stated, nodding at her thanks.
“We should go now. Before he wakes up.” Octavia gulped. You watched with knowing eyes as Bellamy stared daggers at the grounder on the floor. Seeing his look of revenge, you called his name in warning; “Bellamy…”
“He’s not gonna wake up.” Bellamy declared, moving to grab the staff leant against the wall. You went to stop him but he only shoved you to the side.
“Bellamy stop. He didn’t hurt me, now let’s go.” Octavia tried to reason, trying to grab the staff Bellamy had grabbed. You stepped in front of Finn who had leaned down to the grounder, blocking Bellamy’s path.
“Move Y/N.” Bellamy spat, trying to walk around you. You stayed put, glaring up at him until you heard Finn;
“Foghorn.” Finn whispered when all of the sudden the grounder woke up, and with practice ease easily flipped Finn over, stabbing him in the chest with aim. Finn grunted, falling back in pain as Bellamy quickly jumped to knock the grounder out. Though Bellamy was easily thrown off and the grounder now had the spear against Bellamy’s throat, you watched with panic as Bellamy and him fought for control over the spear.
Bellamy, knocked to the ground, spear right at his throat as he fought with every strength not to have it pierce his throat. “Stop! That’s my brother!” Octavia screamed. Panicking yourself, you grabbed your sword from before and tilting it so the handle was the aim, you hefted the sword over your shoulder and smacked it down on the grounder’s head, knocking him out.
Bellamy’s eyes fell on you and in a whisper, he panted; “thank you.”
“Theft of medical supplies. Illegal salvaging. Illegal ship launch. Pirating the Ark comm systems. Each of these crimes is punishable by death. But that will not be your fate today. It was argued, convincingly, that your medical expertise are still required.” Kane finished, his voice monotone as he took a seat in his seat at the council table.
“Thank you.” Abby nodded, relief flooding her as she looked at Jaha gratefully. He shook his head.
“It wasn’t me. The council vote was nearly unanimous. Apparently Jake’s message woke their better angels as well.” Abby moved to grab her council seat, though was quickly stopped when Jaha held up his hand. “Uh- not so fast.”
“We need to talk about those flares.”
“No we don’t.”
“You saw them too. We can’t just all ignore what we know it means.” Abby argued as if it was the clearest thing ever.
“We don’t know what it means.” Kane spoke up, looking up from the table. Abby’s haunting gaze turned to him, “it means that there is someone alive on earth. It means that our children might still be alive.” Abby directed her statement to the both of them.
“More false hope.” Kane smirked her way. “Abby those flares could’ve been anything. Lightening. Radiation in the atmosphere.”
“In any case, whatever they were… that’s a matter for the council to discuss.” Jaha gestured around him. “And you are no longer on the council.” Standing up, Jaha made his way over to Abby, standing before her expectantly. “Your life has been spared, but you’ve been stripped of your seat at this table, effective immediately. Your pin.” With reluctance but held confidence, Abby took off her pin and place it in Jaha’s hand. Her face never lost the needed confidence she needed.
“There it is again.” A guard stated, everyone turned their heads as static echoed around.
“Calling Ark ship.” Raven’s voice echoed over the radio hum. “Come-to Ark-station.”
Abby’s hopeful eyes turned to Jaha, “that’s Raven!” She exclaimed, voice coming out in a hush whisper of excitement. Turning to Kane, she smiled sickly sweet at him; “looks like false hope may have just proved your daughters still alive.”
“Hey! They’re back!” Turning towards the drop-ship door, you stared at the wet Bellamy with caution. “Bellamy!” You called, stepping off the ladder. Octavia followed you and you felt your body go stiff when you saw the same grounder that had taken Octavia being hauled in.
“The hell are you doing?” Octavia asked, angry as she stared at your brother.
“It’s time to get some answers.” Bellamy replied.
“Oh you mean revenge?”
“I mean intel.” Bellamy countered, staring at Octavia that told her to shut up and keep quiet about it. You stared between the two, feeling as if maybe you’d missed a conversation between the two.
“Get him upstairs.” Bellamy ordered, nodding to his men. You turned on him quick, “Bellamy she’s right.”
“Clarke. Honey, we’re ready.” Abby’s voice came over the radio and with fright you stared at the radio. You hadn’t known they’d gotten through. You made eye contact with Bellamy who seemed just afraid as you. If they got through that meant… no.
“This is not who we are.” Clarke stated, turning to Bellamy.
“Clarke?” Abby asked again.
“It is now.” Bellamy spat, turning back towards the grounder before he made his way up the ladder. You were quick to follow after him, ignoring Octavia and the rest as you headed up the ladder only a few steps behind him. You made your way up the ladder only to be stopped by one of Bellamy’s hench man, glaring at him you tried to walk past only to be blocked again.
“Get out of my way,” you spat.
“Let her through.” Bellamy allowed. You walked past the idiot and making your way over to Bellamy, you tried to ignore the grunts of the grounder beside you as he was strung up.
“Not a murderer huh? What the hell are you doing?” You asked, pressing a finger against his chest as you backed him up closer to the wall. He looked at you and for a split second you could almost see hesitation and guilt but it was gone quicker than it came.
“Get out of here Y/N.” He ordered, ignoring you and turning his head to the side. Frustrated, you felt tears well within you as all your pent up anger began unleashing.
“What the hell is your problem!” You yelled, shoving at his chest. He stumbled back but otherwise did nothing to stop you. “I trusted you for God-sakes! Did you know?” You panted, eyes watery as you stared up at him. He blinked at you confused, his eyes falling on those around you. Though, you didn’t care who was watching, whether it was the grounder or Bellamy’s men. “Did you know that taking that radio would kill all those people?”
Angry and insulted, Bellamy grabbed your shoulders, violently shaking you. “No! How the hell was I suppose to know? Y/N, I didn’t force you, you did it on your own. Stop blaming me!” He screamed at your face, shocked your mouth fell open as you tried to back up, but he didn’t let go of your arms.
“I’m not blaming you.” You whispered, “but this? Bellamy you can’t just kill and destroy anything that becomes a threat to you! Listen, I don’t want the Ark down here and I definitely don’t want the grounders to murder us, but this is not the way!” You yelled, your hand shooting out to indirectly point at the grounder.
“I have too…” Was all Bellamy said. Finally a tear fell, and shoving his arms off of you, you held your face in your hands, missing the way Bellamy stared at you. “Get her out of here.” He ordered softly, you felt hands grab your shoulders but you soon shoved them off.
“I can leave on my own.” You grumbled, sending one look at the grounder. Though he scared you, you sent an apologetic look his way before heading to the ladder. Standing before it, your hands gripping the handles you shook your head; “revenge won’t help anything.”
“Stop!” You screamed desperately, trying to reach the grounder but being held back by once again Bellamy’s men. You stared frightened and hopeless as Raven shocked him mercilessly. “What is wrong with you people!” You bellowed out, bewildered that it was your people who were so cruel this time.
You suddenly were distracted when Octavia jumped in front of you, just as upset and grabbed the knife. Immediately knowing of her plan, you tried to stop her but it was too late as she held the knife, yelling; “no more!”
“He’s letting Finn die!” Raven bellowed, turning to Octavia. You jerked at the wide eyed, crazed look on her face.
Octavia panted, and holding the knife with a tight grip, pressed it deep into her skin and sliced a cut along. “Octavia no!”
You watched with mild interest at the grounder flinched and moved as if too step forward with urgency. “He won’t let me die.” Octavia panted, you stepped forward, grabbing her arm. “Octavia what the hell did you do?” She pushed gently away from you, dropping before the viles of medicine. Pointing at each, she asked if it was the one or another was the one before finally she found one and holding it before him, the grounder nodded.
She quickly handed it off to Clarke, who grabbed it with a short thank you and headed off down the ladder. Octavia began wrapping up her arm, shoving Bellamy away when he went to comfort her. You stepped forward, crouching next to her and looking at her arm. “You’re so brave.” You whispered, helping to dry off her arm. You were mesmerized by the bravery something of that sort sacrifice. Looking at the grounder, you saw his eyes on Octavia and felt there was more than meets the eye there.
“Thank you.” Was all she said, but you knew she did not mean it in response to your compliment. You shook your head; “I just don’t want anymore people to die.”
Taking out the screw that they had been so viciously striked in the grounders hand, you pulled it out slowly and gently, holding the grounders hand for support. You felt anxious around him but with Clarke busy with Finn, you knew you couldn’t leave him in pain. He kept his hand closed, ignoring when you tried to open it, sighing, you turned to the grounder; “i need to clean the blood away.”
He said nothing in return, keeping his hand closed. “Please. You have to believe me, I didn’t want you to get hurt.” You stared at him, meaning every word he said. With hesitance, he opened his hand slowly and you smiled gratefully towards him, “thank you.”
“Y/N, Clarke needs you.” You jumped slightly, calming when you saw it was only Octavia. “I’ll take over.” She offered, holding her hand out for the clothe. Staring back at the grounder, you nodded and headed down the ladder.
Finding Clarke near Finn, you stared at her expectantly. “You needed me Clarke?”
AU that I want someone to write:
Lucy grows up as Rittenhouse royalty and is sent to take care of Garcia Flynn who has been causing them problems. When they meet, he makes her realize the horrors of Rittenhouse and she teaches him how to destroy it without destroying history.
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“I need you to forgive me.” and
“Do you want me to leave?”
It wasn’t unlike Harry to forget important dates, his life
ran off of them. But with his new movie and single being released he had been
running around, things slipping his mind, managers and private assistant
telling him what to say, he was getting worn out. He hadn’t meant to forget it,
Y/N hardly ever asked of anything from Harry. She knew her
boyfriend was a busy guy, but tonight was a big night for her, one of the
biggest in her lives and Harry promised to be there. He had an interview in the
morning and he promised to head over right after. Y/N agreed, knowing he would
be slightly late but she was towards the middle so it didn’t matter too much.
When Y/N got on stage, had her degree handed to her, she
searched the crowd for Harry. But she was just met with the apologetic looks
from her family and his. She then at least expected a text, or for him to show
up at the small get together Anne and her own mother had thrown, but he was
still a no show.
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walking to the track field. It was a free period and you wanted to practice a
few cheers with your cheerleading squad. The hallway was eerily empty. It gave
you chills but it was still school, what’s the worst that could happen? You
walk by Theo’s locker and he seemed to consume your mind for majority of the
time now. You weren’t sure what you guys
were, but you had something there. You were scared to ask Theo what it was
because you didn’t want to lose it, whatever it was. You have kissed a few
times and heck, he has also confessed liking you, as did you but it never went
past that, he never hinted at being more. You were still hopeful. Maybe he
wanted time. He has been MIA for the past week. You felt like you stood in no
place to ask him reason why, so you laid it off. You were pulled out of your
thinking trace because of a loud thud behind you, almost like something
colliding with a metal, a locker. You flinch clutching your books tighter to
your chest. You slowly turn around. Your eyes widen at what you see, it was a
familiar face, familiar eyes. Theo, with claws and golden eyes. He had pinned
Stiles on one of the locker. Everything confused you, you couldn’t form words.
You wanted to scream but nothing came out. All you could do was run, so you
did. But Theo saw you, you’re eyes met, he saw how terrified you were and he
returned to his human form but you were out of sight.
home now, tossing and turning, you still couldn’t process what you saw in the
hallway, it kept you up. You knew he saw you but he never texted. You were so
confused, you wanted to sleep on it but you just couldn’t. You were just hoping
it was come hallucination. You heard knocks. You shrugged it off thinking that
was your ‘wild’ imagination too. You kept hearing it. You finally sat up and
looked at the window. You see Theo. Shivers ran down your spine. He never
scared you before, even with his towering frame. But this time it was
different, he terrified you. You still deserved an explanation. You slowly
walked towards the window to open it. He could see a hint of fear in your eyes.
He got into
your room and tucked his hands into his pockets. “Hi” you say, your eyes
wandering around the room not really meet his. “what are you doing here?” you
ask, accidently getting a glimpse of his eyes that were trained on you.
“I saw you,
today,” he started and you nodded taking a step back slowly. “I can hear your
heartbeat getting faster, are you scared of me (y/n)?” he asks and you shook
your head, but you knew you were lying, so did he. “Don’t lie to me,” he called
you? What I saw-“ you start and you almost trip over your bed as you were
pacing behind. “I don’t know what – what it was” you spoke up somehow with a
shaky voice. “You don’t have to be scared. I would never hurt you, baby” he
said. You wanted to blush because that’s the first time he called you that but
that would be inappropriate. “What- what are you?” you repeat yourself.
“I’m here to
explain, let me, please” he says almost begging. “I hate lying to you, I feel
this connection with you and I don’t want to lose it, I really don’t, but you
have to understand, I’ve done bad things, bad unforgivable things and I know
you’ll hate me for it but I want you to find it in your heart to forgive me” he
says as he advances towards you. You fall back into your bed in a sitting
position. He knew he scares you, but it was important for him to show you. He sat
in front of you on the bed.
hurt you, I promise”
You nod at
it but you found everything too hard to believe almost like a dream, a
very weird one at it. He looks up and growls and suddenly his beautiful
features change, almost morph into this wrinkly face and thick skinned wolf? You
weren’t sure. His eyes glowed just like when you saw this afternoon. His claws
were out. You were terrified, your heart rate sky rocketed. His expression
changed almost like he knew what you were feeling.
“I can hear
your heart, you’re scared (y/n), trust me when I say you don’t have to be.” He says
and you slowly nod. You barely said anything because you were lost for words. You
didn’t know what to say. He takes your hands in his. You want to pull them back
but you don’t, you decide to trust him. “your eyes are beautiful” you say, you
hand stretches towards his face to touch his cheek. You see a small smile on
his face, you smile back. He knew you finally trusted him.
Hi guys, I know I promised to write the pregnancy imagine BUT I was feeling “the sad Jo” vibe and I really wanted to put this out there. If you are feeling sad because of this, go to @lilli-jo for comfort :) xx
Joining Shawn on tour was very fun at first. Jo loved exploring all the new places and experience the nervousness before every show. She loved the buzz, the anticipation, the post-show highs. She loved the team and how everyone was, always making sure she was okay. She even liked their tour bus and her cozy bunk bed she had been allowed to decorate.
But after nine weeks on the road she could feel her mood shifting. It was the little things at first. Missing her bed. Missing her friends back home. Hugging her mom.
And after fighting with Shawn one night, things seemed to spiral downwards.
SammyTheClassicSonicFan’s entire “Rant Against the Sonic Fanbase: You All Ruined Sonic” video: The Transcript.
OK! THAT IS IT! THIS IS THE FINAL STRAW! I’VE HAD IT WITH ALL YOU FRICKIN’ TROLLS AND ALL YOU FRICKIN’ HATERS AND ALL YOU FRICKIN SONIC FAN FRICKS. YOU GUYS ARE THE ONES THAT RUINED SONIC FOR EVERYONE! CANT YOU SEE THAT? WHAT THE FRICK! ARE YOU GUYS DOING! ASKING FOR ALL THIS FRICKING GARBAGE- WHY DO WE NEED SONIC ADVENTURE 3? WHY DO WE NEED SONIC HEROES 3? WHY DO WE NEED ANITHR BOOST TO WIN TITLE? WHY DO WE NEED A SONIC 2006 SEQUEL? WHY DO WE NEED ALL THAT? CANT WE HAVE A 3D [ENVIRONMENT] CLASSIC SONIC GAME FOR CRYING OUT FRICKIN LOUD! YOU GUYS KILLED THE SONIC SERIES ALL YOU FRICKIN FAN FRICKS AND YOUR FRICKIN FANTASIES SPEWED OUT AT YOU BY FRICKIN POO MERCHANTS!!! I’M TIRED OF ALL YOU FRICKS! I’M SO FRICKIN MAD! I’M SO FRICKIN MAD- I MEAN, YOU GUYS- YOU GUYS HAVE OFFICIALLY MADE ME LOSE MY MARBLES! WHY CANT YOU GUYS JUST ASK FOR A 3D ENVIRONMENT CLASSIC SONIC GAME! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE! [THROWS CHAIR] I’M SURE NO SONIC FAN PREDICT- WOULD PREDICT- THAT THE ADVENTURE- THE ADVENTURE FANTASIZES WOULD RUIN EVERYTHING! [BREATHING HEAVILY] AND NOW- AND NOW I BET BY NOW THAT SEGA HAS GOT A FREAKIN SONIC ADVENTURE 3 IN DEVELOPMENT WITH SONIC TEAM BECAUSE YOU FRICKIN FRICKS CAN’T EVER, BE QUENCHED. YOUR FANTASIES CAN’T EVER BE QUENCHED- CAN THEY? YOU FRICKIN FRICKS. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN.. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!? YOU GUYS KEEP ON ASKING FOR SONIC ADVENTURE 3! YOU’RE RUINING THE SONIC SERIES- HASN’T IT ALREADY SUFFERED ENOUGH!?
AND IT’S STILL SUFFERING! WHAT THE FRICK! SEGA JUST CAN’T PERFECT SONIC IN THE MODERN WORLD, CAN THEY? ALL ‘CUZ WE HAVE TO HAVE MODERN SONIC! WE HAVE TO HAVE THE MODERN CHARACTERS! WE HAVE TO HAVE WE HAVE TO HAVE AN ADVENTURE TITLE DON’T WE? ANOTHER ADVENTURE TITLE! AAAHHHH!!! YOU FRICKIN FRICKS! I’VE HAD IT! I’VE FRICKIN HAD IT! YOU GUYS HAVE OFFICIALY RUINED EVERYTHING! YOU’VE RUINED THE SONIC SERIES THE SONIC SERIES IS DEAD BECAUSE OF THE SONIC FANBASE I WILL FOREVER HATE THE SONIC FANBASE THEY RUINED EVERYTHING RUIN EVERYTHING! I HATE THE SONIC FANBASE! I! HATE ‘EM! [BREATHING] WHY IS THE SONIC FANBASE HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS? WHY’S THE SONIC FANBASE HAVE TO BE SO NUMBSKULLED!? CAN’T YOU GUYS FRICKIN’ ACCEPT, THAT WE NEED A 3D ENVIRONMENT CLASSIC SONIC GAME!? HOLY FRICKIN’ FRICKS! HOLY FRICKIN’ FRICKS! WHY CAN’T WE HAVE A 3D ENVIRONMENT CLASSIC SONIC GAME? IS THAT SO HARD TO ASK? WHY CAN’T WE HAVE A SONIC CD SEQUEL- OR A SONIC PREQUEL- OR, EVEN, A PROPER SONIC 4!? WHY CAN’T WE HAVE THAT!? WHY DO WE NEED A SONIC ADVENTURE 3!?!? WHY DO WE NEED THAT?!? WHY!??! TELL ME! (GETS UNCOMFORTABLY CLOSE TO THE CAMERA) TELL ME. TELL ME NOW! RAAH! CURSE YOU SONIC FRICKS! YOU GUYS RUINED IT! YOU RUINED IT AND YOUR FRICKIN FANTASIES YOUR ADVENTURE FANTASIES- LET’S SEE, OOH YEAH GIVE US A SONIC ADVENTURE 3, GIVE US TREASURE HUNTING- GIVE US SHOOTING- THAT’S WHAT SONIC’S ALL ABOUT, HUH!?!? RIGHT! RIGHT! SEGA, RIGHT! GIVE US FRICKIN’ MORE SONIC CLONES! YEAH, WE NEED MORE OF THOSE! AS IF SHADOW WASN’T ENOUGH- OR SILVER, OH WOH, WHILE YOU’RE AT IT, WHY NOT- WHY NOT FRICKIN’ GIVE US MORE DRAGON BALL Z SONIC DUELS! WE’LL NEED THAT HUH! WE ALL NEED THAT! WHY DON’T NEED CLASSIC SONIC RIGHT!?!? WROOONG!!
WHY DO YOU GUYS HAVE TO RUIN IT WITH YOUR FANTASIES!? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS- I MEAN, FOR MONTHS, I’VE BEEN GIVING EVERYONE MY IDEAS OF A 3D ENVIRONMENT SONIC GAME IN THE STYLE OF [SIDE 3 AND KNUCKLES] WHICH IS PERSONALLY THE BEST SONIC GAME! OKAY!? I MEAN- SEGA NEVER ACKNOWLEDGES [SONIC 3 AND KNUCKLES]- IT MAKES ME SO MAD! I MEAN, WHY DOESN’T THAT GAME GET ATTENTION EVEN SONIC CD DOES! THIS MAKES ME SO FRICKIN’ MAD, YOU SONIC FANS HAD TO RUIN EVERYTHING WITH YOUR ADVENTURE FANTASIES! HOLY FRICK! OH, GIVE US SONIC ADVENTURE 3, GIVE US SONIC HEROES 2, GIVE US SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG 2, GIVE US SONIC 2006 2! SONIC 2006 SEQUEL, YEAH, GIVE US MORE BOOST TO WIN. YOU GUYS ARE ALREADY ASKING FOR MORE BOOST TO WIN- OH YEAH, FRICK [SONIC LAWS RULE] GIVE US MORE BOOST TO WIN— NO!!
YOU FRICKIN’ FRICKS! YOU GUYS HAD TO RUIN IT! YOU GUYS HAD TO RUIN IT! WHY!? WHY, WHY!? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS? WHY? WHY? WHY WHY WHY WHY? YOU SONIC FANS, THE SONIC FANBASE JUST GOT ME FRICKIN’ WORKED UP! ALL ‘CUZ THEY CAN’T GIVE US SOMETHING ACTUALLY ACCEPTABLE! JUST WHAT THE FRICK, WAHT THE FRICK. THIS MAKES ME SO MAD. YOU GUYS RUINED EVERYTHING WITH YOUR ADVENTURE FANTASIES YOU GUYS ARE FRICKIN IDIOTS- WH-WHY’D YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING!? WHY? WHY!? JUST WHY? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS? I’M TIRED OF THIS! I’M TIRED OF THIS! THE SONIC SERIES IS RUINED (POINTS TO CAMERA) THANKS TO YOU GUYS! YOU FRICKIN FRICKS! HOLY FRICK! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY?!?! RRR- I HATE THE SONIC FANBASE SONIC IS RUINED WHY CAN’T YOU GUYS LAUNCH YOUR REBUTTAL AGAINST SEGA FOR A 3D ENVIRONMENT CLASSIC SONIC GAME!? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THAT HARD? YOU. FRICKIN’. FRICKS! FRICKIN’ FRICKS! FRICKIN’. FRICKS!
AND LIKE I WAS SAYING EARLIER SEGA NEVER ACKNOWLEDGES SONIC 3 AND KNUCKLES! WAHT THE FRICK! WHY CAN’T THEY EVER FRICKIN ACKNOWLEDGE THAT GAME! THEY NEVER FRICKIN PORT IT! YOU ALWAYS SEE THEM PORTING FRICKIN SONIC 1 AND SONIC 2- IT’S NEVER SONIC 3 AND KNUCKLES! WHAT THE FRICK, IF SEGA JUST TRIED TO MAKE A GAME LIKE SONIC 3 AND KNUCKLES, I BET THAT COULD RECOVER THE SONIC SERIES! YOU FRICKIN’ FRICKS SAY, OH, THE SONIC SERIES CAN’T BE FRICKIN RECOVERED- IT CAN BE FRICKIN RECOVERED IF YOU GUYS WOULD JUST FRICKIN COOPERATE! AND FRICKIN ASK FOR A 3D ENVIRONMENT CLASSIC SONIC GAME! HOLY FRICKIN FRICKS! WHAT THE FRICK IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!? WHY CAN’T YOU GUYS ASK FOR SOMETHING FRICKIN WORTHWHILE!? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS? HOLY FRICK I HATE ALL YOU FRICKIN FAN FRICKS! AND LIKE I SAID, IT’S ALWAYS SONIC 1 AND SONIC 2! THOSE GAMES ALWAYS GET ACKNOWLEDGED IT’S NEVER SONIC 3 AND KNUCKLES! THAT’S THE BEST SONIC GAME! HOLY FRICKIN’ FRICKS! IT’S NOT SONIC ADVENTURE 2! IT’S NOT- IT’S- IT’S NOT SONIC ’06 LIKE SOME OF YOU SAY- IT’S NOT SONIC 2006! YOU FRICKIN’ FRICKS COME TO MY CHANNEL AND SAY, OH, SONIC 2006 IS THE BEST GAME! I KNOW IT’S JUST YOU FRICKIN’ TROLLS TRYING TO FRICKIN’ TRYING TO FRICKIN’- TRYING TO FRICKIN’, MESS WITH ME, WHAT THE FRICK! WHAT THE FRICK! YOU-YOU FRICKIN’ TROLLS SEE THAT— AGGHH!!! GET OFF MY CHANNEL RIGHT NOW! YOU FRICKIN’ FRICKS! I HATE ALL OF YOU! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE— MM. THIS. WHY CAN’T YOU GUYS JUST FRICKIN’- UH- WHY CAN’T YOU GUYS JUST FRICKIN’ BE GOOD PEOPLE? AND, THE SONIC FANBASE— CURSE THE SONIC FANBASE! YOU GUYS ARE ONES THAT RUINED THE SERIES! YOU RUINED THIS ENTIRE SERIES, HOLY FRICKIN FRICK..S! UH. AND GUESS WHAT? MH. YOU FRICKIN’ FRICKS— OK, SIGH, YOU KNOW WHAT? MARIO’S DOING MUCH BETTER RIGHT NOW. I MEAN, WHEN FANS REQUESTED UH, WHEN FANS REQUESTED, A 3D ENVIRONMENT CLASSIC MARIO GAME, NINTENDO FRICKIN’ DID IT! WHY CAN’T SEGA BE THE SAME? I THOUGHT WHEN SONIC LOST WORLD WAS ANNOUNCED- IT WAS A 3D ENVIRONMENT CLASSIC SONIC GAME.. BUT GUESS WHAT? INSTEAD, WE GET SUPER SONIC GALAXY! OK, YEAH, I’M SORRY.. I’M SORRY.. THAT. OK, I ACTUALLY LIKE SONIC LOST WORLD- I’M SORRY. I’M JUST GETTING WORKED UP, ‘CUZ OF YOU FRICKIN’ SONIC HATERS! HOLY FRICKIN FRICKS! I MEAN, THIS MAKES ME SO MAD! YOU FRICKIN’ FRICKS! JUST RUINED EVERYTHING! WITH YOUR FRICKIN ADVENTURE FANTASIES- YOUR FRICKIN FANTASIES (STARTS CRYING)
(CRYING CONTINUES. he keeps crying for like.. a solid minute..) YOU FRICKIN’ FRICKS.. RUINED EVERYTHING… YOU FRICKIN’— ADVENTURE.. FANTASIES… (SOBS) WE CAN’T GET A SONIC 2006 SEQUEL, YOU EEE-DIOTS! ‘CUZ THAT’S WHAT RUINED SONIC THE FIRST TIME.. (BREAKS DOWN SOBBING. GURGLES) YOU FRICKIN’ FRICKS! YOU GUYS HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING! I HATE YOU FRICKIN’ TROLLS! FRIIIIIICKKK YOOOOOU!
please… sonic fans.. i beg of you. please, stop porting sonic adventure 3.. and support my idea… of a 3d platforming classic sonic game PLEASE. please.. please.. please, all sonic fans out there.. we can assemble.. and… heal sonic for good. WE DON’T HAVE TO LISTEN! TO THESE ADVENTURE- FANTASIZERS. THESE FRICKIN’ FAN FRICKS. WE DONT HAVE TO FRICKIN’ LSITEN TO THEM. PLEASE.. PLEASE SONIC FANS- WE [INAUDIBLE GURGLING] STOP SUPPORTING SONIC ADVENTURE 3- STOP! RUINING! SONIC! YOU FRICKIN’ FAN FRICKS RUINED SONIC [GURGLING SOME MORE]
FRICK! FRICK! OWW! FRICK! FRICK! FRICK. [LOUD YELLING] FRICK! THIS IS FRICKIN’ STUPID! UUURGHHH HGHUUURGH CURSE YOOOOOU CURSE YOU SONIC FANBASE.