I'm a part of lot of different tv show and movie fandoms. A little bit of everything put into one big thing. This is a collection of imagines and preferences.
#69 walkingdead
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You were first friends with Alison before she introduced you to the family. She’d tell you fascinating story about her favorite brother, Luther. From what she’s told you, you started liking him and couldn’t wait for the day she’d introduce you.
After you met the Hargreaves, you also became friends with Luther. You got along well and he was fun to hang out with. The only problem was that you started falling in love with him.
Writing was one of the ways you expressed yourself and so you often wrote poems about Luther and to him, but of course you never sent them.
One day, he and Alison were staying at your house and it was getting late so Alison left.
“Make yourself at home. I’m gonna take a quick shower” you left Luther in the living room and forgot that your Notebook was lying on your bed.
Luther started to wander around the house until he entered your bedroom.
It was nicely decorated and there were a lot of interesting things. The thing that most caught his eye was the notebook lying on the bed. He sat down at the corner of the bed and checked it out.
He found amazing poems, but as he turned the next few pages, he saw a poem about him. It was short and sweet.
As he kept turning the pages, he found more poems about him that were more detailed and romantic. He also found the love poems you wrote to him.
You were still wrapped in a towel when you entered your room “I can explain!”.
“I think I understood, but you can explain if you want to” he grinned.
“Luther, I- uhm”.
“Yeah? Go on” he crossed his arms and waited for the explanation that he knew wasn’t coming.
“Why are you smiling?...Fine. I have no explanation. What I wrote is true and you weren’t meant to see it. What are you doing in my bedroom anyways?”.
“I got bored so I decided to explore the house and then I saw your room and I must say, it’s the most appealing. So, you like me?”.
“What an unromantic way to ask someone?”.
“Is that a yes or a no?”.
“Yes, I do…”.
“Aren’t you going to ask me if I like you?”.
“Should I?”.
“Yeah. I think you’ll like my answer” he winked.
“As much as I like this way of asking, here we go. Luther?”.
“Uh hm” he nodded.
“Do you like me?”.
“Hmmm…. let me think about it… I do actually” he teased.
“You asshole!” You threw one of your pillows at him, which ended in both of you being exhausted after starting a pillow fight.
