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And I Love Her.

AN: felt a little sad today, so here you go- Used the song ‘’And I love her’’ The original by The Beatles is so good but I somehow prefer Kurt Cobain’s cover of it more, it kind of sets this particular scene.

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i have to thank my friend capn for this one shout out to her and go follow her on insta!! @/oneymegasauce.nfw @/ratt_watson

#this is funny lylydudidfi #matt watson #ryatt

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Paint War (Theodore “Ted” Logan Imagine)

This was requested.

Summary: You and your husband, Ted, have been decorating the nursery for your baby. Chaos unfolds when paint is involved.

As you stepped away from the mural you were painting on the wall of the baby’s nursery, you studied it carefully. You and your husband, Ted, were expecting in a couple of months time so you were trying to finish up everything before the baby’s arrival. He had painted the nursery walls a soft and calming blue for his son. You were quite artsy so once the walls had dried you’d decided to paint a mural to add to it. Since you and Ted both were music fanatics, you’d decided to paint some music notes along with a guitar for Ted’s benefit. Music had also been the reason for you and Ted even meeting. You bumped into each other at a Van Halen concert and the rest was history.

You stepped back up to the wall and started fixing a spot you’d noticed in your observation. You were trying to make everything perfect for your unborn child. Ted was being the same way, making sure the little guy had everything and anything he might need.

“Woah!” You heard from behind you. You turned and found Ted stood at the doorway of the nursery, looking at the mural you had painted with a look of awe. “This looks most excellent, babe! You should do this to our room too!”

“No way,” you replied as you turned back to your work. “This has been hard enough on me because I’m trying to make it absolutely perfect. I don’t think I can handle doing another one.”

“Come on, Y/N,” Ted said as he stepped into the room and stood behind you. “This would look so rad in our room. We could be matching with the little dude!”

“Nope,” you replied and leaned back against him as his arm wrapped around you then he rested his hand on your belly. “I think our room is just fine. Besides, I let you hang up all of those band posters.”

“Bogus, babe,” he told you as he rubbed your belly. “You look cute today by the way.”

You turned your head to look at Ted with a weird look. You were wearing one of Ted’s old t-shirts along with a pair of overalls that had paint splatters on them. Your hair was tied back in a bandana as well.

“I am far from looking cute, Ted,” you said to him.

He looked at you and smiled. “Well, you look cute to me.”

You smiled at him before you pecked his lips as a thank you. He smiled even wider at that and went back to looking at the wall. His eyes narrowed on a certain spot and you quickly moved your eyes in the direction that his were in, worried that you had missed or even messed up a spot.

“What?” You asked him, quickly. “What do you see?”

“I totally see a spot that you missed,” he said.

“Where, Theodore?” You asked him. “Where is it?”

Ted unwrapped his arm from around you as he bent down to pick up an extra brush you had out. He dipped it in some black paint and you stood there, nervously. It seemed he was going to fix it and what if he messed it up even more?! Your OCD was driving you insane. However, Ted didn’t use the paint on the wall. He turned away from the wall at the last second and ran the brush over your cheek. Your jaw dropped open in surprise as Ted stood there with a shit eating grin.

“I think I fixed it, babe,” he said, proudly. “It looks so much better.”

“Theodore Logan,” you said as you glared at him.

Ted actually started to look worried at the look on your face. He was trying to be playful, but maybe he had overstepped his boundaries. He was about to apologize before you glanced over at the window.

“Dude, look at that freaking bird outside!” You said as you pointed to the window.

Ted quickly turned to look at what you were pointing out. He was interested in seeing the freaking bird, but he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

“Babe, I don’t see-” Ted began to say as he turned back to you, but he stopped as a brush with red paint was ran across his own face.

You held back your laugh as Ted stood there frozen with his jaw dropped. He looked ridiculously cute with that expression on his face and red paint on him.

“Oops...guess my hand slipped, babe,” you told him as you giggled and shrugged.

“Really?” Ted asked. “Your hand slipped, huh?”

He bent down to dip his brush in the paint again and your eyes widened. He was not about to start a paint war in the nursery when it was just starting to look so good.

“Ted, no,” you told him quickly as you backed away. “You’re going to mess up the nursery!”

“Oh, I’m not going to make a mess of the nursery,” Ted reassured you. “I just plan on making a mess of you.”

The brush attacked you again on your arm, leaving a big paint streak on it. You looked down at it with narrowed eyes then back at Ted, who was looking quite proud of himself.

“Oh, it’s on, Theodore!” You told him as you went at him with your own brush, running it against his shirt.

“Hey, this is my Van Halen shirt!” Ted exclaimed. “That is definitely not excellent, babe. You’ve asked for it now!”

Chaos ensued after that. You and Ted started attacking each other with paint. Of course you were both mindful of your pregnant state and made sure to only make messes of yourselves, not the nursery. You were both laughing and screaming during the whole thing. You absolutely loved how you and Ted could play around like this. Everything was always so fun with him. Even a paint war.

By the time the war had finally ended, you were both covered in red, white, and black paint. You both couldn’t stop laughing at each other either. How you’d managed to not get paint anywhere else but on yourselves was beyond you.

You stopped laughing when you felt a particularly strong kick from the baby. You put your hand on that area and rubbed it.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ted asked as he put the paint brush down and quickly came over to you to check on you.

“Yeah, little man’s just kicking really hard,” you told him with a smile. “I don’t think he appreciates us being so loud.”

Ted moved his hand to that area as he looked down at your stomach. He grinned real wide when he felt his son kicking. He’d felt him kick so many times before, but it still amazed him each time he felt him.

“Hey, little dude, take it easy in there,” Ted said to your tummy. “Mommy’s not a soccer ball. Be excellent to her.”

You giggled at what he said and he looked at you with that grin of his. It seemed to never leave his face since news of your pregnancy. He was just so happy and giddy that he was having a baby with you, his soulmate.

“I think we should probably pick all of this up and clean ourselves off,” you told Ted as you rested your hand on top of his.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Ted agreed. “The wall looks most excellent though, babe. Your project was most triumphant.”

“Thanks, babe,” you said as you leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“You go ahead and go take a shower,” Ted said. “I’ll clean this up then maybe I can join you? You know, because I’m a dirty boy.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but giggled as you started stepping back. “Make it quick and I might just even wash your back for you.”

“Excellent!” Ted replied as he did his signature air guitar move.

“Better hop on to it, babe!” You called out to him as you made your way out of the nursery and headed for your shared bedroom.

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Shshsjsjjjdskskksjsjdk can u please expand on diego with a reader and he flirts in Spanish and stuff. I love the idea of him with a latin s/o

A/N: I don’t know if you meant headcanon or imagine, so I wrote a drabble.Querida= dear/ darling

Mi amor= my love 

¡Cálmese!= calm down! 

Un beso= a kiss 

Yo voy= I’m going 

Cabrón= asshole/ bastard etc. 

“Querida, I’m home!” Diego called but there was no answer. 

He scanned the the living room and the kitchen, but you were nowhere to be found.He entered the bedroom and saw your clothes scattered everywhere. He took a few careful steps towards the bathroom, not wanting to step on your clothes. 

“Here you are, mi amor” he came from behind you and placed a kiss on your cheek while you put on makeup. 

“You’re late. We’re supposed to leave in ten minutes and you’re not even ready!” You were stressed. 

“¡cálmese, amor! I don’t need as much time as you to get ready”. 

“Don’t tell me to calm down! And don’t you dare compare yourself to me!” You got slightly upset. 

“Alright, alright. I was joking. I’ll go get ready… if you give me un beso” he stipulated as he put his arms around you and rested his face on your shoulder.You were going to refuse, but when you saw the face he made in the mirror, you couldn’t. 

“Fine, just one!” You turned to face him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. You knew what he wanted, but decided to tease him for a bit. 

“Here” he pointed at his mouth and you gave him a quick kiss on the lips.“Why are you being such a tease?” He pouted. 

“Because you’re late and you’re not dressed yet. If you don’t go now, there’ll be no kissing for a month” you threatened. 

“¡Yo voy, yo voy!” He left the bathroom, but a second later, his head appeared from the edge of the door “but if I get ready, I’ll get more kisses?”. 

You found the nearest object and threw it at him, but he managed to avoid it. 

“I’ll take that as a yes” he smirked. 

“¡Cabrón!” You muttered.

Tags: @blathena @shymagicsworld @imdiegohargreeves

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Ryan Magee x Grunge House Party

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prompts

compilation of prompts by me, and many others to hopefully inspire you♡

cute/fluff:

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“you make me feel alive. for the first time ever, i feel like i can breathe”

“i fucking love you” “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober”

“i really want to kiss you right now” “do it then”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

angsty/sad:

“i dont know how to exist in a world without you”

“The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.”

“did you at least think of me, when you were having sex with her?”

“no. the moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up.” 

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“that ship has sailed. i’ve had my one great love already”

“Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!”

“if i asked you to stay, would you?” 

“i don’t know who you are anymore”

“of course i still love you. but i hate myself for it.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“i can’t have this argument with you again” “but-” “no. i’m done”

filth:

“Seeing you between my legs is so hot.”

“I may or may not have left some….marks.”

“I think we were a little too loud last night.”

“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?”

“the noises you make are incredible”

“You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour - time to show me what, exactly, was on your mind.”

“we’re just…friends.” “friends don’t do this type of shit!”

“she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”

“bite your lip once more, i dare you”

“what you gonna do about it, stud”

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

“god i love your hands” “lets put them to good use then”

“i know you can be louder than that.”

“come on. i want the neighbours to hear you scream”

“do you like that? like being in control?”

funny/miscellaneous:

“Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”

“Did you just slap my ass?” / “Actually, I firmly grasped it.” / “Did you just quote Spongebob?”

“I’m not a damsel in distress. i’m a damsel doing damage.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

“where have you been all my life?” “hiding from you”

“shut up with all that soulmate shit”

“I’d punch you, but that’d ruin that pretty little face of yours.”

“sorry, is that supposed to impress me?”

“Maybe you should leave the cooking to me.”

“so it’s a date?” “nope. not a date” 

“it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” “i say this. and i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive.” 

“alright daddy long legs, next joke please”

credits to some of the accounts whose prompt lists inspired this one: @connorshero, @starman-thorsus-canos-jock, @glitterquadricorn, @calumsendgame, @alloveroliver, @justforshitsandcackles, @whcczes, @hellsdemonictrinity, @poeticparker, @dresupi

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Some neighbor aus for ya guys

“Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.” au 

 "Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!“ au 

 "Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?” au 

 "I was very good friends with the guy that lived here before you and basically I was over here a lot and… well old habits die hard, can I stay?“ au 

 "If you set the alarm off in the middle of the night ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR I WI- wait why were you even cooking at 3 am?” au 

 "You burst through the door because you thought you smelled smoke but it was just incense, listen you’re paying for that buddy.“ au 

 "You locked yourself out too?” au 

 "Hey, I locked myself out, can I use your phone?“ au 

 "You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” au 

 "I don’t mean to sound paranoid but I’m pretty sure you’re a serial killer.“ au

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Random dialogue prompts

1. “Well, not everyday your uncle’s boyfriend comes back from the dead so excuse me for acting surprised”

2. “Are you seriously throwing forks at me?”

3. “I’m here, I’m queer and I’m ready to kinkshame your ass ‘til you can’t walk”

4. “Do you ever chill?”

“Not really, no”

5. “And now we all know why (s)he doesn’t get drunk”

6. “I never loved you, just the idea of you”

7. “I can die and my reaction would be meh”

8. “Do you like my IPhone 7?” *shows a very old Nokia phone*

“Why?”

“My IPhone 8 is broken”

9. “You shouldn’t trust me planning weddings”

10. “Guess who broke their nose? I broke my nose!”

11. “I’m kind of broke so sorry if I couldn’t afford your fancy medication”

12. “I’m starting a revolution, any of you wanna come?”

13. “Never let them die, they’re the soap opera of my life”

14. “I will come back from the dead most so you can pay me those 30€, got it Clarice?”

15. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Yes, kinda”

16. “I knew it! You wouldn’t ever like the way I am! You are just like the others, trying so hard to make the perfect daughter you never had!”

17. “Are you sure you wanna be friends with a back stabbing bitch like me?”

18. “I’m never touching that tie again”

“You just set it on fire, of course you won’t”

19. “Today’s lesson is that your morals are so low that I’m not even trying to stop you anymore”

20. “Educate yourselves, you sexist sons of bitches!”

21. “My logic is plain weird, don’t ask”

22. “Does every evil genius have a secret fridge full of Nutella?”

23. “What’s happening?”

“All I know is that my phone is dead and those weirdos we’re saying something about a queen but that’s not important”

24. “There’s no way in hell you’re going to do that”

“Why not?”

25. “Could you stop, Idk, murdering people for fun?”

“Did you just used idk in a verbal conversation?”

26. “I’m pretty sure you won’t get tumblr popular if youjust lay chill”

27. “So actual methods didnt work… time to be problematic!”

28. “There’s an angel blade stuck in my ass and that’s what you’re thinking about?”

29. “I wouldn’t say that”

“I would”

30. “Did you heard the news?”

“MCR is coming back?”

“No”

“Then I don’t care, go fuck yourself”

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Angst/fluff Prompt List

Please don’t repost (stealing isn’t cool, but reblog if you wish) <3 <3

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“Dance with me.”

“Trust me.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

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dad: what are you doing with your life? how are you justifying your existence? 

me: 

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Tommy Fucking Shelby

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I regret nothing @just-call-me-mrs-captain

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CYBERPUNK 2077 | spotify playlist here (ft. luna v. grime)

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Prom (Theodore “Ted” Logan Imagine)

This was requested.

Summary: Ted takes you to prom and he’s determined to make it a most triumphant night for you.

(I know this gif is from The Night Before, but it fits so perfectly!)

Y/F/C - your favorite color.

“Y/N, Ted’s here!” Your mom called from downstairs.

“Okay, I’ll be down in a minute!” You called back out to her.

You finished putting on your heels and walked over to the full length mirror to check your appearance. You were going to the prom with your good friend, Ted Logan. You felt as if he were doing it out of pity because he had asked you to be his date just the week before. He also knew that you didn’t have a date and how bummed you were about it. You still accepted his offer of going with him though. You knew it would be fun with Ted. He was your friend after all. He was also your crush, but that was something he didn’t have to know.

When you were satisfied with your appearance, you grabbed your small purse and left your room. You headed down the stairs and found Ted talking with your mom. He was dressed in a nice tuxedo, which was definitely a change for him. He was usually always seen in something wild and colorful or a band t-shirt. He looked good either way, but it was nice seeing him so dressed up. He even had his hair styled.

When Ted noticed you coming down the stairs, he stopped talking with your mom and stared at you. You couldn’t help but to blush at the attention he was giving you. Your mom smiled when she saw you.

“Woah!” Ted gasped out loudly when you were at the bottom of the stairs.

“What?” You asked him, nervously. “Do I look okay?”

“You look most excellent, Y/N,” he told you before he shook his head a bit as if he were trying to shake himself out of a trance. “Uh…I bought this corsage for you. I wasn’t sure what color to go with so I just picked a white one.”

“Wasn’t that nice of Theodore, Y/N?” Your mom asked you with a smile.

You gave your mom a look. She absolutely adored Ted. That was a good thing, but she was a bit too extreme sometimes. She thought he was nice even if he was a little bit clueless. Ted was intelligent in his own way.

“Yeah, it was,” you told her and looked at Ted as he took the corsage out of the box and slipped it onto your wrist for you. The white corsage paired very nicely with the Y/F/C dress you were wearing. “Thank you, Ted.”

Your mom insisted on taking pictures of you and Ted before she would let you leave so you posed for some pictures together. You could tell she was just itching to have the pictures developed so she could see them and probably hang them up.

You left after that and Ted drove you to San Dimas High School. The prom was being held in the gym. It appeared to already be packed full of people when you pulled into the parking lot. Ted parked the car and opened the door for you, which was out of character for him. You thought it was nice though. He held his arm out for you to take so you did. You walked into the gym and looked around at all of the decorations. The theme was a fairy tale one, which was cheesy. They really outdid themselves, however, and went all out.

“I think this is going to be a most triumphant night,” Ted said as he looked around then he spotted a photographer taking pictures of couples as they stood in front of a backdrop. “Hey, we should totally go get our picture taken.”

“Are you sure?” You asked him.

“Why not?” He asked you as he looked down at you. “It would be like a good memory to look back on.”

You nodded and you walked over to where the photographer was taking pictures. You did the stereotypical pose that every prom couple does. Ted stood behind you with his arms around you. It felt nice to be held by Ted like that.

Once the picture was taken, you and Ted walked around the gym. You looked at all of the decorations and pointed out things that you thought were cool to each other.

“Ted, Y/N!” You heard someone call out over the music that was playing.

You turned and found none other than Bill S. Preston, Esq. He was a good friend of yours as well and best friends with Ted. You all three were actually in a band together called Wyld Stallyns. You played the drums. Well, you were learning to play them just like Bill and Ted were learning to play guitar. Bill was with a girl that you recognized from a couple of your classes. You thought her name was Rachel. She was nice, but really quiet.

“Hey, Bill!” Ted greeted when Bill and his date were stood in front of the two of you. “And Rachel.”

Rachel sent you and Ted a small wave. You smiled at her as a greeting of your own.

“I was wondering when you guys were going to show,” Bill said then looked around. “Pretty excellent isn’t it? They’ve been playing some most heinous music though. I told the DJ that he should totally play some Van Halen and Iron Maiden. We’ll see how that goes I guess.”

It was at that moment that a Van Halen song started playing over the speakers. Bill and Ted both looked at each other.

“Excellent!” They exclaimed at the same time and did their signature air guitar move.

You and Rachel laughed at their antics. Bill and Ted were very amusing guys without even trying to be. They usually always put you in a good mood and made things even more fun. You all talked for a bit longer until Bill and Rachel went to talk with some of her friends. You and Ted were alone again. The song eventually changed to a slow one

“Would you like to dance?” Ted asked you.

“I’m not very good, Ted,” you said and shrugged your shoulders.

“Hey, that’s okay,” Ted said with a smile. “I’m not very good either. I’d really like to dance with you though.”

You bit your lip as you thought about it then you nodded your head. Ted smiled even bigger and took your hand into his, leading you onto the dance floor where other couples were dancing. You wrapped your arms around Ted’s neck and he placed his hands on your waist. You both started moving slowly along with the music. You probably weren’t the most coordinated, but you both didn’t mind. Ted kept his eyes on you and yours were trained on him, admiring his features. You could see his face better when his hair was styled the way it was.

“Thank you for asking me to the prom, Ted,” you told him. “I know you could’ve asked any other girl to come with you.”

“Why would I ask another girl?” Ted asked with a confused look on his face.

“Well, I just know that you asked me because you felt sorry for me,” you told him and shrugged your shoulders. “No one else had asked me so you did.”

“What?” He asked you with an even more confused look on his face. “No, I didn’t ask you because I felt sorry for you, Y/N. I asked you because I totally wanted you to come as my…well, as my date.”

You were the one with a confused look on your face then. “What do you mean?”

“Y/N, I like you,” Ted said to you. “I mean I really like you. I’ve been crushing on you since that day we first met freshman year when you moved here. I’ve just been too much of a wuss to tell you. I finally made myself ask you to come to prom with me…with the help of Bill too. He practically threatened to break my guitar if I didn’t ask you. He’s totally tired of hearing me pine over you.”

You stared at Ted in shock. You hadn’t expected your night to go in this direction, but you weren’t complaining. You were happy it had turned out like this. Here you thought that your feelings were one sided, but they weren’t. Ted liked you too.

The song changed to something more upbeat, but you and Ted didn’t move. You kept your arms around each other as you just looked at each other. You finally gathered up enough courage to kiss Ted. Nothing major, just a soft kiss to test the waters. His lips were soft and warm against your own. You pulled away after a few moments and Ted looked mesmerized.

“Woah!” He exclaimed with a wide smile. “Does that mean you like me too?”

You giggled at him and nodded. “Yes, I totally like you too, Ted. I find you to be most excellent…always have.”

“Excellent!” Ted said and let go of you to do his air guitar.

You laughed at him and shook your head. You would think that would get old, but it didn’t. In fact, it was more enduring each time he did it. Ted took your hand and led you off the dance floor so you were out of everyone’s way. He took you over to an empty table so that you could sit down.

“I’ll go grab us some punch,” Ted said after he pulled your chair out for you.

You nodded as he was just about to walk off, but he turned back to you.

“Also, I forgot to tell you that I think you look really beautiful tonight, Y/N,” he said with a smile and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

You blushed and smiled as he walked off towards the refreshment table. You were sat there alone, going over everything that had just happened in your head. It was a lot to process.

“Excellent!” You eventually heard. You turned to find Bill and Ted breaking out in air guitar together. They looked over your way after and Bill gave you a thumbs up. You laughed and shook your head.

Ted was right…it was a most triumphant night.

#keanu reeves #ted theodore logan

[ponyboysam]

Diego Hargreeves Fanfiction & Imagine Masterpost

* FOR FLUFF ** FOR SMUT *** FOR BOTH

Fanfictions:

#SelfiesForCastaneda

Angels ***

The Polaroid ***

Sleepover ***

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Imagines:

“Cute Butt, Nice Legs”

“It Can Wait” **

“I didn’t forget!” *

Goodbye Before a Mission **

“I’m bored”

Celebrity Crush

A Word You Hate *

Shower Together

Shower Kisses **

“Do people actually get turned on by horror movies?” **

“Let’s get out of here before the cops come” ***

Grocery Store Lineup ***

Fire

Headcanons:

Innocent **

Rainy Night *

TAKING REQUESTS

[ponyboysam]

Request for anon: I feel like #8 with Diego could be kinda funny if you’re up to it!

All you wanted, was a peaceful nights sleep. The night before, a thursday, you had been working on a major project, so finally after you finished you went to sleep at five am on a Friday morning (after waking up at 6 am that thursday) and it was now 12:50 am, you were half asleep too. Almost to where you could knock yourself out for the next 18 hours- that’s is until your brain finally managed to recognize the small thuds and grunt.

Quickly you flicked on the lamp on the nightstand to see a certain Diego Hargreeves halfway through your window. You grinned.

“Well Mr. Diegopoo,” you teased, “is there a reason you’re climbing through my window?”

This wasn’t a rare occurrence, he broke in all the time. Honestly you never did mind. You loved seeing Diego, he was an instant stress relief from school, your crazy family and everything else.

“Call me Diegopoo one more fucking time I dare you.” He grunted, struggling to pull himself through.

“Whatever do you mean, Diegopoo.” You watched amused as he pulled himself through and dropped with a thud.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” He threatened, no real malice behind it.

“I’d just have Klaus conjure me up, then I would continue to call you Diegopoo.”

He sighed. “Please.” He looked at the ceiling. “Throw some brains this way, if not make it rocks.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily! I’m here. You’re stuck with me foorrrevvvver.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Oh yes you do.”

“You have 2 brain cells that you share with your dog.”

“Okay Mr. ‘Real men through knives’. I have two braincells.” You rolled your eyes and he flushed.

“You said we wouldn’t talk about that!” He glared at you.

“And you also told me if I climbed a tree and stuck my hand I’m the little hole thingy I’d get honey. I only got stung! So guess we both lied.”

“We were eight.”

“I haven’t let it go.” You clutched a hand over your heart.

“It was literally 10 years ago.”

“I hold grudges Diego.”

“It was LITERALLY 10 years ago.”

You shook you head. “Sometimes it still hurts.”

“Literally 10 years ago today. Today is that day, but 10 years ago.”

You turned around and wiped a fake tear. “Now, why are you here?”

“I missed you.”

“Aw you fuckin sap.”

“Shut up.” He mumbled looking down. “It’s just been awhile and I wanted to see you.”

“Baby you’re so sweet and now that you’re here, give me two seconds.” You dashed out of the room. You had his birthday present, convenient is it not? He was eighteen today and in all honesty he had probably forgotten it was his birthday like he does every year. Diego thinks birthdays are trivial. ‘They’re just days’ he would say 'I was born and the world goes on, why do we continue to mark that day?’

However you thought of birthdays in a completely different way. Free holiday! Presents, food, oh yes the food, getting a free pass on somethings because your mom got laid. It’s great. So you always forced him to celebrate it.

You returned and smiled. He was sitting on your bed, shoes off and knife vest off. You knew that he felt comfortable and safe whenever he took that off. Even at home he left it on. You say next to him and handed him the gift.

“What’s this?” He raised an eyebrow.

“It’s a present for your birthday dummy.”

“Oh, is that today?”

“Yep.”

“Well you didnt have to get me anything.” He looked at you.

“Shut up and open it.” You flicked his ear and he whined.

“Okay, okay.” He opened pulled the ribbon back and the bow fell apart. Then he pulled up the taped corners of the paper and slid the box out, lifting the lid. Inside the black box was a silver chained necklace, on it was an old time roman coin. It was no secret that he was a history buff. He smiled. “Thank you babe.”

“Look on the back.”

He raised and eyebrow. “What?”

“Go on, turn it over.”

He did as he was told and he almost teared up. On the back, Diegopoo had been engraved in small letters.

“I want to die.”

“I love you too.”