she's not afraid.

[imogen-prinz]

thatdudebellamy‌:

What was with Imogen and putting him in near heart-attack status with almost everything she says today? But Bellamy keeps his cool, pressing his lips together before he answers, “Um, nope. Single.” Honest truth. Besides, he feels it’s kind of harder to get attention with his newfound status of Loser nowadays. Not that he wants attention. He’s been trying to focus really hard on school and figuring himself out now that he’s in a new place. New leaf and all. But he likes the one or two days he gets tutored by Imogen. It’s like two birds with one stone because it’s focusing on school and hanging out with someone he really likes. Even if it’s kind of like boot camp because he’s afraid to mess up too terribly in front of her. It’s definitely more chill when they’re texting. “Uh, why do you ask?”

“Curious about you,” Imogen explained and it was as close to the truth as she was going to get. She was curious about him, not for her own sake but tfor the sake of her best friend asnd as the idea had dawned on her, so had the fact that she really didn’t know much about Bellamy, aside from the fact that he was cute and very medoicre at Spanish, “Am I allowed to be?” she teased to deflect his questioning, hoping he wouldn’t press too hard. She wasn’t yet ready to announce that she could potenitally have a date for him lined up, a date with a knock out 10/10 who was fighting well above his weight class no less. “You’ve been at school for months now and I’ve never seen you with anyone- are you waiting for somebody? Somebody you’ve got your eye on?” if it was Bloom or a dude she’d be shit out of luck and she genuinely didn’t know which would have been a more unexpected outcome of the two possibilities. 

[imogen-prinz]

thatdudebellamy‌:

Great. Now he’s torn. He could go to this fair with Imogen and have an awesome time with like, a cabbage or something. But that also means he’s at risk of running into some Southbankers and likely – most definitely – getting his ass kicked. Funny how the universe works. There’s so much risk presented and he already knows he’s going neglect all of it for a chance to hang out with Imogen in a real sense. Man, there must be something wrong with him. But Imogen is so worth it. When she mentions how a mistake could easily translate to him asking her to be his girlfriend, Bellamy thinks his throat seizes up and his brain blacks out for a second. He’s pretty sure he just suffered the human equivalent of a computer malfunction or something. “Ah–” He clears his throat. “Right. Cool.” Well, that’s always in his back pocket just in case. No pun intended to that song they both like. “Good thing I didn’t say that then, huh? Woulda probably been against tutor-tutee code,” he jokes. “You know, I’m not a scientist but I feel like people who get tutored by someone they date get zero work done,” he adds with a chuckle.

Imogen’s eyebrows lifted every so slightly as she patiently waited for his rant to come to an end, wondering why it was that he had suddenly become so out of sort when usually, he wasn’t too bad with his words, at least in English. “I can think of one or two things that might be considered distracting,” she agreed coyly, opting not to say much more than that on the matter as she prepared the now freshly scrubbed plates for drying, stripping her rubber gloves off in the process. “Are you seeing anyone?” she asked curiously, she’d seen Bellamy hanging around Bloom and Bloom’s motley crew of rag tag losers once or twice but she didn’t seem like his type, or anyone’s type for that matter. There was the possibility, however, that he might be able to distract Tilly from her boy troubles if he was readily available. Unlike Bloom, Tilly was everybody’s type...sort of, in a sense.

[imogen-prinz]

fkc-aiden‌:

The smile on her face let Aiden know he had messed up. “Right. You have the other Christmas.” he mumbled, mostly to himself. He completely forgot about his research into Jewish holidays. He didn’t want to screw up and insult her family or something of the like. Especially when things were going well between them. “Fuck I guess it means I am.” he joked, though he did quickly pull out his phone to ensure his Christmas playlist was still up to date. “If I put a tree up are you still allowed in my house or will you immediately be denied entry into your paradise afterlife thing.”

"Hannukah,” Imogen corrected with a prompt rolling of her eyes at Aiden’s ‘other Christimas’ moniker.  She laughed at the suggestion that she might have to avoid his house if he bothereed to decorate it for the holiday season, “Contrary to popular belief I don’t hate Christmas, not really- and I don’t think I’m going to perish in the presence of a Christmas tree, it hasn’t happened yet,” she thought it was inferior and some Christmas songs drove her up the wall all December long but that wasn’t uniqyue to the blonde, she was pretty sure. “I could help you decorate if you promise not to be an idiot about it,”

[imogen-prinz]

fkc-aiden‌:

“So,” he drawled, grabbing the books needed for his next class, “How soon after Thanksgiving is too soon to put my Christmas tree up.” It was a question that had been plaguing him for years. He never quite knew what the socially acceptable timeframe was. “Follow up question, when does the Mariah Carey start. Before or after the tree.”

“You’re asking me about Christmas?” Imogen asked the Jock incredulously, an amused smile decorating her features. It was no secret that she wasn’t exactly an expert on the holiday nor particularly fond of it but she supposed she could offer her two cents anyway, now that she’d been asked, “Mariah’s already in full swing, it was playing in the office on Sunday afternoon. Does that mean you’re already behind on your schedule?” she didn’t think the schedule was really all that important but judging by his various questions, perhaps Aiden did which provided Imogen with a decent opportunity to wind him up about being late to the party.

[imogen-prinz]

thatdudebellamy‌:

Wait… what. He can’t help the way his brows come together and his eyes narrow, looking at Imogen as if she just told him dogs actually have 5 heads and he’s just been seeing one his entire life. But then she tells him about the event and he thinks his blood run cold or something. “North and South?” He gulps. Bellamy is so caught up in that little bit of information that he almost misses Imogen’s offer to go to the fair. Together. “Um–” Just the idea of it – even if it’s just to plant a cabbage (which he thinks is the weirdest thing ever by the way) – has him forgetting about the fact that he could run into his old friends, or Jared, or whatever part of his old life. Really, in that moment, all he cares about is figuring out how to say this in Spanish but all he can picture is him and Imogen finally hanging out and not studying and it’s really throwing him off. “Um…” He blinks, trying to focus as he wracks his brain for the words. “Quieres…” He starts. “Conmigo– no, I mean, I have to conjugate–” He’s thinking, looking up as he does. “Quieres ir al…” God, he only remembers how to say ‘cinema’ or ‘market’, this is not good. “…Togetherness Fair conmigo?” He finishes, hoping Imogen might let that bit slide.

“Togetherness,” she repeated to confirm Bellamy’s question,  it was implied by the name of the festival she’d thought. She looked over at the male, silently wondering why it was he’d spoken with such emphasis. Perhaps Imogen wasn’t the only one with Southside gripes between them.  The blonde couldn’t help but laugh at the way Bellamy launched into his translation, his tongue working seemingly before his brain had bothered to catch up. “Conmigo, si,” she confirmed cooly, a nod of her tied to her words, “- and if you want to be a little more casual, you might say soemething like ‘qué te parece ir al la feria el fin de semana?’ - you have to be careful with quieres and conmigo, if you’d said ‘quieres salir conmigo?’ instead, you’d be asking me to be your girlfriend,” she informed him with a chuckle. She’d heard enough commonly butchered languages in her life to know that a single slip of the tongue could change the intention of a sentence entirely and while it was funny for the most part, it could get people into trouble on other occasions.

[imogen-prinz]

thatdudebellamy‌:

“I’m gonna be real with you: I’m only at this thing because my mom heard about it and told me to join, but I actually ended up liking everything about today so it all worked out,” he admits with a small chuckle as he stacks another plate onto his pile. It’s probably a little embarrassing to admit but he feels comfortable enough with Imogen to tell her that, especially after the whole drunken texts thing and all of the other things they’ve shared. “But what’s the Togetherness Fair?” He asks, accompanying her to the kitchen sink with his own load of dirty dishes. “And Anne’s the blonde one, right? I think I spoke to her on Twitter once.” It was definitely surprising for him to learn that the person he had an in-depth conversation about Scooby Doo with was a Bee, but Bellamy’s starting to think not all of them are evil. Maybe it’s just Tilly. Because Anne seems really nice. And Imogen’s like, amazing. She’s so funny. And smart. And now she’s helping them clean up after the event. She’s totally the whole package and it’s insane.

“That’s sweet,” Imogen complimented and meant it sincerely, her parents’ encouragement was also a large part of the reason she was there that afternoon, so she could relate. “Well,” she started, taking a moment for dramatic effect as she shifted a stack of plates onto another, to save herself some time and effort as she hauled the lot of them into the sink, “It’s this annual fair in town to celebrate planting cabbages,” she looked up and delivered Bellamy a playful smirk as she read his reaction to the comment, knowing that it was as ridiculous as it sounded and that there was no way to deny the fact, “Anne, the blonde one- one of the blonde ones- is something like an unofficial spokesperson for the whole thing, she gets really into it. It’s supposed to bring the Southside and the Northside together to celebrate but it’s mostly just really dorky, ” she admitted with a casual shrug, she tried to humor the idea since it was such a harmless affair. “If you can figure out how to ask me to the fair in Spanish, I’ll go with you and we can plant a cabbage together in the ceremony,” she suggested as she pulled a pair of rubber gloves on and began scrubbing the dishes.

[imogen-prinz]

thatdudebellamy‌:

“Dude, I’m like super exhausted from that whole soup kitchen thing. Pretty sure there’s gonna be zero leftovers at home this year because I’m gonna eat it all. I think I’m gonna look into doing this kind of thing every year though– it’s really good for like, building up an appetite. And like obviously helps out other people and all, and that’s obviously more important,” Bellamy makes sure to clarify. He doesn’t want to make it seem like him having the appetite to eat everything his mom prepares this year is more important helping people because that’s totally not true. He just thinks it’s super cool that he’s going to eat this year and actually be super hungry and like have a new perspective on food and stuff because of the whole giving out food to people thing.

Imogen listened to Bellamy’s spiel with a slight concern that he might never stop, now that he had started talking about the soup kitchen that had concluded for the day. “They do this every year,” she informed him simply. Though she’d swung by briefly between her own family affairs to check in with her friends who had been volunteering and had decided to help out with the clean up now that most people had cleared the venue, she largely considered herself detached from it all, hence referring to ‘they’ when she spoke. “You know, if you have a thing for volunteering, you should start rubbing shoulders with Anne Milton more often. Has she told you about Togetherness Fair yet?”  she asked as she stacked dirty plates and carted them to the kitchen sink, it wasn’t Imogen’s favorite event of the year but she didn’t loathe the fair either.

[imogen-prinz]

fkc-aiden‌:

“It’s why I’m co-captain.” he boasted, quite happy with his joke. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Imogen stepping out of her clothes. “You look great, by the way. Love the outfit.” he commented. Personally he still loved the cheer uniform, but eighties plaid looked good on her. “Hey, we don’t have to film it if you’re not into it.” he joked, though took a step back as he did. It was becoming instinct to assume her personality and good mood would flip at any moment. Especially when he knew he was being a dick. Kicking off his boots and sliding out of the shirt, he laughed. “So are you used to being in situations with cops like this or is it new for you too?”

“You’re co-captain because you’re not as big of an idiot as the rest of the team,” it was supposed to be a compliment or something like it but perhaps she was still bitter about being forcibly removed from Northlake High’s lacrosse team and subsequently banned from all contact sports from then on.  She chuckled softly at his words of flattery, “Better on or off?” she asked playfully, finding it amusing that he should pick this very moment to pay compliments to her outfit. 

“Not funny,” Imogen informed the male bluntly, shrugging her shirt off of her shoulders and shoving it rather forcefully in his direction. Imogen’s relationship with the Northlake Police Department wasn’t necessarily a secret but it was also something she preferred not to discuss, particularly with the son of a cop and particularly with the son of a cop who also happened to resemble something like her boyfriend.

[imogen-prinz]

allisonbelanger‌:

It took everything Allison had not to laugh at how easily she pressed this girl’s buttons, especially when she didn’t even have to try. “Mhm,” she remarked quietly once the Queen Bee had accepted the gum, halfway expecting the encounter to end there, with Imogen stalking into the night with a stolen piece of spearmint. The way the other girl had responded threw her off for a moment– she hadn’t actually thought she was checking her out, after all– before she cleared her throat and nodded. She was still unlocking her phone when she received the word of warning, a look of surprise momentarily wiping away her smug grin for some semblance of amusement. “Alright Rocky, no need for the theatrics.” Just as Allison had started recording, she was being roped in, hardly left with enough time to angle the camera correctly before their lips met. Her eyes fell shut as she reciprocated, her free hand instinctively finding Imogen’s back after a moment’s hesitation. That wasn’t a liberty, was it? 

“Don’t test me then,” she warned in response, Allison would wish for theatrics if she knew just how genuine Imogen’s cautioning had been. Her temper was easily inflamed but while she was level-headed, or more level-headed than a full-blown rage at least, Imogen could be rather generous when it came to willing people not to tempt her into an outburst. She was a philanthropist in that way, she considered. The cheerleader wasn’t entirely sure the framing was right nor was she sure that Allison was getting the best angle but surely the proof would be sufficient for Roberts, that was if he didn’t orgasm into unconsciousness over the scene. 

A moment later, she found herself no longer thinking about the dare but focused almost exclusively on Allison. Imogen loathed the thought of finding anything even remotely charming about the HBIC’s but damn was Allison a good kisser and in an additional turn of events, she didn’t want to break the other girl’s limbs from her torso the moment she felt Allison’s fingertips meet her spine either. She refused to be trumped by Allison’s allure, deepening the kiss with an arm around her neck, fingertips brushing the HBIC’s scalp as they threaded through her hair.

[imogen-prinz]

tristantylers‌:

Tristan scoffs, watching her take his pen. “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he counters despite lifting his shirt at her command anyway. This was not the way this was supposed to go but oh well. “Oooh, what a burn,” he drawls sarcastically. “Draw your dick. Let’s see how big it is, Daddy.” He laughs.

“I’m a cheerleader, not an artist. I refuse to be judged,” she prefaced as she dragged the pen across Tristan’s skin, her best attempt at a well-proportioned penis as a result, “-though this is looking pretty good, Hacker. You might like it,” she said a moment later, admiring her own work, “Is this what Bloom does all day?” she’d heard something about Bloom painting or being painted, or owning a painting, she wasn’t sure of the details come to think of it, “Do you want hairy balls or no?” she was being so accommodating, Tristan should have been thrilled by her generosity. 

[imogen-prinz]

tristantylers‌:

“Okay, whoever let’s me draw a dick on them, I’ll guarantee you a less painful day tomorrow at school. Come on, line up, let daddy mark you.”

“Wrong,” Imogen countered immediately without any hesitation, plucking the pen from Tristan’s grip “I’m Daddy,” she corrected him plainly, stating the pure fact and motioning upward with a flick of her index finger, “Lift your shirt,” she commanded, taking the lid off of the sharpie marker and securing it on the other end of the pen as she conjured inspiration for her artistic endeavors, “Do you want a big dick or one that looks more like yours?” 

[imogen-prinz]

heycamden‌:

anne couldn’t help but make a face, the fact that the two were considering it. she loved tristan, but like she loved her brother, even picturing it was making her stomach feel weaker than it already was. “ it’s not even on the list, ” she mumbled, but as long as a threeway wasn’t plan a, anne was happy. well, neutral. at least. “ ew. ” she said aloud, mostly by accident, as imogen described him as irresistible, but then she laughed. “ okay, okay, i’m in. i just pictured how annoyed he’d be if he got blue balled and tied to a post in the process. ” she said, hopping from one foot to the other with excitement for a moment. “ so what’s the plan? we lure home outside? and me and cammie are in the bushes or something? or is there a post inside somewhere? ” she questioned, though she kind of thought the girls would have about as much as an idea as she would. “ we could tie him to the stair railing? just a dash of public humiliation. ” she mused.

@heycamden​

“Honestly, with all the shit Tristan pulls, this punishment seems pretty tame,” Cammie reasons with a giggle. Truly, she doesn’t hate Tristan. He’s just a lot and she’d rather not with his whole thing. “That sounds like a good idea. You and me in the bushes near a post, Imo at the front of the lines. Tell him you want to go somewhere quiet and ‘talk’.” The fact that outside is a lot more quiet than inside says a lot about high school parties, but what can you do with a bunch of kids who are recklessly endangering themselves just for bragging rights. “If he doesn’t go for the outside offer, we can totally go for the stair railing. With all the people in there, it’s easy to hide in plain sight like we’re chatting on the stairs or something. Imo’s just got to get him close enough and–” She makes a popping noise with her mouth. “We’ll tie him. Plus, I like where your head’s at with the dash of public humiliation. It’ll earn us Bees some points with the student body for sure, and send the Jocks a message that we aren’t playing either by tying their mascot up.”

@imogen-prinz

“He begs to be fucked with,” she insisted with confidence, wholeheartedly agreeing with Cammie’s comments, “That shit eating grin, snide comments. He has it coming to him,” she assured, making it obvious that she wouldn’t experience a shred of guilt when it came to pranking Tristan Hacker and setting him up for public humiliation at the hands of the Bees, particularly if he learned a lesson from it. Imogen’s nose wrinkled slightly “Talk?” she questioned incredulously, her expression saying more than she needed to share verbally. To say the least, it was a little out of character for Imogen to want to share more than a few words with the Jocks, let alone Tristan Hacker. What would she even have to say for herself? Even Aiden was a stranger to Imogen’s more chatty side for the most part. “Why don’t I say private instead of quiet?  With the right tone, the right look in my eye, he might get the idea that I have something scandalous in mind without much prompting at all and then I won’t have to think of something eloquent to say”

@ohcnnes

[imogen-prinz]

allisonbelanger‌:

“Aw, honey, I thought we had something special.” Allison’s smirk was obviously one of satisfaction as she listened to Imogen’s rant. “I wouldn’t willingly walk into this with you either, QB. But desperate times.” She produced the pack of mint gum before dropping a piece into the other’s open palm, popping one between her own teeth before she noticed that she was being examined. “If you don’t want to seem interested, you should probably not check me out.” At this point she was simply being obnoxious, but at least it was within reason. She’d never personally done anything to make anyone hate her, after all. 

“Don’t,” Imogen uttered plainly in response to Allison’s idiotic banter, it was a waste of valuable oxygen in Imogen’s opinion and the smirk on the other girl’s face was making the Queen Bee grow increasingly impatient by the second. “Thank you,” she said, trying to maintain some semblance of decorum as she took the piece of gum between her teeth and rolled her eyes at Allison’s words. “I don’t recall asking for your advice, Belanger. It’s a free country,” she reminded her, Imogen would admire her all she liked as long as she didn’t have to listen to the other girl talk shit about the Bees. “Let’s get this over with,” she lamented as if the encounter was some sort of personal torture, “-and if you take any liberties, I’ll knock your teeth out,” she added, giving the girl a fair warning with a clenched fist in the air for a moment or two, purely for demonstration purposes before she pulled the HBIC in for a kiss.

[imogen-prinz]

fkc-aiden‌:

It felt surreal to see Imogen herself, plaid skirt and croquet mallet, walk up to him. For her to say exactly what he was thinking. It took him a moment to even believe it was real until he felt her hands under the vest he wore, it’s weight becoming lighter as she pulled it off. “Okay,” was all he could muster at first. Eagerly he accepted her assistance as he started working on the many layers of the Northlake uniform. Finally gaining his wits, he smiled, “You never have to ask me twice. Thought we could go for extra and do a strip tease.”

“Yeah, you’re a real team player,” Imogen mused sarcastically, she didn’t think it would take much persuasion for Aiden to undress for her on any occasion, particularly if she was offering the same in return. She shrugged off her jacket and hung it neatly on the back of a chair as she stepped out of her skirt and scoffed “As if I’d let you get your meaty paws on footage like that, why do you think I have such a long passcode on my phone?” she reminded him smugly as she unbuttoned her shirt.

[imogen-prinz]

allisonbelanger‌:

“I have breath mints, gum, and chapstick. So you have no excuse to not let me kiss you. Aside from personal space or whatever, but if you’re participating in this Hell Fest, you’ve got to shed those inhibitions sooner rather than later. Long story short, I need to catch up on points, and I’m desperate.”

“Strictly for points. I still loathe anything and everything about every single HBIC on the face of this Earth and refuse to be told that it’s not justified,” Imogen announced, prefacing the task. “Give me some gum, I don’t want to taste your chapstick,” she added, extending a hand, palm facing upward in anticipation of the gum delivery. She looked Allison up and down, fortunately, she wasn’t hideous, she could even pass for a Bee if her allegiance wasn’t already firmly planted within the HBIC’s ranks.

[imogen-prinz]

@fkc-aiden

“Take your clothes off, we’re swapping,” Imogen announced, approaching her date for the evening with a hand already tucked under and tugging at the bulletproof jacket he was wearing by the time she spoke to him. There was no time to be wasted on a greeting, he knew her well enough to know that formalities were superfluous when Imogen needed something. “Milton found out that those HBIC hookers are in first place and we need to stomp them out before they get cocky,” she grunted, clearly irritated by the fact, even if it was just hearsay at this point.

[imogen-prinz]

ohcnnes‌:

“ yeah, i know. ” anne said, lazily pushing imogen’s hand away from her neck, resisting an eye roll at the sudden chest puffing. “ and i would hope i am at the very bottom of your to kill list. but my concern is that whatever possesses you is gonna throw that list out the window and i’ll be the first person you, or it, sees. ” she points out, with some spooky fingers to finish, and mostly she’s being overdramatic in jest, though she was considerably concerned about the potential reality of her words in the back of her mind. smile spread on her lips as imogen quickly caught her drift. she didn’t think it was particularly smart to try and finish a bottle of vodka on their own, but 7 points was a lot of points. even if they didn’t earn the title. “ team bees, baby! ” she shouted, lifting her arms in the air to celebrate, following with a laugh as they lowered again. “ you got another one of those around somewhere? ” she asked, lifting her brows as she nodded to the bottle imogen had been struggling with moments ago.

“You’re very close,” it was possible that Anne was even top five when it came to people Imogen wanted to kill the least. She would have been far higher if the Prinz family weren’t on the list, which should have served as a compliment to Anne. She chuckled at Anne’s spooky performance, suddenly in the mood for a cheesy horror movie marathon with the Bees, as long as they were the kind of movies with hot bodied teens and cool music and nothing more serious than that. “Team Bees!” Imogen chanted a moment after Anne, echoing her best friend with a fist pump to further reiterate her enthusiasm regarding the manner. They had a point to prove, that evening, a reputation to defend and a Worthington to avenge if nothing else. “Nyet,” she said with a shrug, looking at the bottle with her teeth digging into her lip as she attempted to come up with a solution for the fact. “-but your uncle might? Stealing something from a cabin, that’s on the list. More points,” she liked the way their prospective points kept stacking up, as long as they could actually pull any of this off

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