Imagines and Next Update Info

Read the A/N after the imagine for the update info. (Also, I need your help!)

Apologies to @dabookbabe since I couldn't update her imagine. I didn't have much time to write another one but I will try my best to update yours soon. (Really sorry)

Imagine

For @blissfully

with Richard Harmon (John Murphy)

(I hope you like it)

PS I didn't know which name to use since you mentioned John Murphy as your imagine character, so I'm using this name itself.

IMAGINE

"But why me?" You groan when your mom hands you a box of cupcakes she made for one of her friends.

"Geogia, stop whining and just go deliver the cupcakes,"she ordered and you slumped your shoulders as you eyed your outfit and frowned.

"But-"

"No buts. I have food to prepare since guests are coming over and everybody else is out so that leaves you," she replied, cutting you off.

"What guests?" you ask, confused.

"Remember our neighbours who shifter a few years ago? The ones who had a son who liked you and you crushed on?" she reminded, making you blush at the memory.

"I remember them but you're wrong. It was an unrequited crush," you mumbled, thinking of John Murphy, your first crush ever. Red pooled in your cheeks as you remember his last words to you before he shifted.

'I'll always protect you.'

"Whatever you want to think. Anyways, go before it gets late," she commands and you shake off your thoughts.

Going outside meant changing from your sweatpants into something dressy especially because the friend your mother had was quite snobby and equally judgemental, even more so towards your dressing style.

You knew arguing further with your mom was pointless so you dragged yourself from the couch you were sitting in to your room. Searching through clothes, you contemplated wearing different combinations. Tired of not finding anything suitable to wear, you sighed and went near your window.

The sky was getting heavy with clouds and it was getting windier by the minute. That's when you remembered that you had a cute white sweater that you hadn't worn a single time. Excited by the prespect of wearing it, you pulled out blue denim jeans with a light tribal design and the sweater.

You paired your outfit woth brown leather boots with slight block heel and a similar coloured belt. With that, you picked up your black bag to go.

Satisfied with your look, you descended the stairs and your mother handed you the cupcakes.

Smiling at the way your sweater felt against your skin, you started your way to your destination which was on the other side of the town. You brushed of your annoyance at the distance and carried on.

Since you had yet to get your lisence, you weren't allowed to drive, leaving you to the only option of walking.

The sky above grumbled, clouds forbidding the sunlight to penetrate. You hugged the box of cupckes closer and carried on. Your stomach grumbled as the fragrance of freshly baked cupcakes entered your nostrils, reminding you that you hadn't eaten anything after lunch.

You sighed in relief as the street on which your mother's friend lived came into view.

You quickened your steps, ready to complete your job as soon as possible since it was already dark and it would take another half an hour to walk back home. Once you reached the house, you rang the bell.

After exchanging a few pleasantries and receiving a few criticising words about your hairstyle, you almost yelled in joy once she shut the door. You'd never been this grateful for escaping someone, till now.

Your phone pinged indicating that you had a message. You read the message from your mom, asking you to hurry up since the guests were already there. You pocketed your phone and started your way home.

Skipping your way home, you observed that there were very few people on the roads since the weather was showing signs of an approaching storm. You start increasing your pace, in order to get home before the storm starts.

After a moment, you felt a few rain drops splatter on your face. You needed to get home fast, so you decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway. It was already darker than before so you decided to jog your way through the dark alley. You take a step towards it but dark, cringing laughter makes you stop where you are.

You think better of it and start backing away from the alley but crash into a metal trash can, making a rattling sound as it falls.

The laughter from the alley stops and footsteps start approaching you. You try to make a run for your life but you trip on the trash can and fall down. The footsteps stop near you and you shut your eyes, your heart thrashing in your rib cage.

You feel a slight drizzle of rain and your fear grows.

"Oooooh, look Greg, fresh meat," a gruff voice echoes through the silent streets and you shudder.

A rough hand grabs your arm and harshly pulls you up. Your eyes fly open as you cringe at your attacker's pungent breath that fans your face as he examines it closely.

"Let go of me!" you shriek and try to pull your arm from his grasp, your heartbeat increasing as his hold tightens.

"Pretty and a fiesty one, isn't she?" he says and his fellow friends chortle.

"LET GO!"

You feel another hand grab you by the waist. "Sweetheart, it won't take much time. Let's just enjoy each other's company, and we will keep it less miserable for you," he guffaws and you realise that you might not be able to escape.

Tears brim your eyes as you thrash around and scream for someone to hear but its only theor disgusting laughter that reaches your ears. The intensity of rain increases, drenching you as it pours down.

"Pick her up," the one holding your waist shouts and footsteps follow. You shut your eyes, anticipating the worst but you're surprised when nothing happens. You open your eyes and are startled when you see a black hooded figure fighting off the goons that were almost ready to assault you.

The guy holding you pushes you to the wall and advances towards the hooded figure. Pain surges in you as your head collides with the wall. Your eyes are blurred with tears and rain which makes it harder for you to figure out what is going on.

You're almost on the verge of passing out when you feel an arm snake under your knees and neck. Thinking that its one of the goons, you try to break free weakly but stop when your dizziness takes over and warmth spreads through your body.

Just before blackness takes over you, a barely audible whisper reaches your ear, making you wonder whether you had imagined it or not.

"Told you, I'll always protect you."

Okay, so first of all I know you've all been waiting for my updates but guys I just updated 4 times in one week and that's something I've never done before. Ever.

As passionate as I am about writing, it's not the only thing I do all the time. I know waiting is hard but writing is even harder.

Moreover, I've been preparing for my tests which are tomorrow and day after consecutively, so please bear with me.

And since I had already written this imagine, I thought of putting it up for all of you to enjoy.

I told some of you that I might update this Monday but I'm not very sure about that either since I'm going out of town and I might but be in contact with Internet there.

But I might surprise you too. Just don't expect much because I can update anytime next week.

Thank you all of you for the covers and banners! I have put them here.

(I couldn't put all of them since I didn't have all of your wattpad names so anyone who sent me a cover/banner or wishes to send it, please email me (again) your wattpad name along with it so that it is easy for me to give you all credit!)

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HELP!

So I might be thinking of entering TCBB into a contest in which it might win a publishing offer. What I need your help in, is voting.

After I am finished with TCBB, and I decide to submit it for competition, will you guys vote on it?

Anyways, Thank you guys for your support and love :) I really appreciate your comments and votes!