Title // I Got You (Alex Standall/Justin Foley)
Title: I Got You
Pairing: Alex x Justin
Request: Can you write a Justin x Alex with Justin being all jealous and possessive of Alex?
Word Count: 880
Date Uploaded: May 12th, 2017
Summary: A simple date at Monet’s turns out to be anything but.
Author’s Note: I had a lot of fun writing this one! Hopefully you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, I never expected to get so many notes from posting my imagines on here, so honestly, thank you so much for anything! I’ve been getting most of my requests from Wattpad, but honestly, don’t be afraid to request anything! I’ll do them all x
“You know, you don’t have to hold me 24/7,” Alex mumbled.
“How else will everyone know that you’re mine?” Justin asked, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Alex’s shoulder.
“Come on, stop that,” Alex laughed, playfully pushing away.
“What, do you not love me anymore?” Justin faked shock, staggering away with his hands pressed to his chest, pretending to have been shot in the heart.
“You’re such a goof,” Alex cracked a smile, reaching for his arm and pulling him towards him. “Of course I still love you. But I’ll love you a little less if you get us kicked out of Monet’s. I’ve almost finished trying everything on the menu.” Justin cuddled back up to him.
“Wouldn’t want to stop you from accomplishing your mission, now, would I?” he asked.
“Come on,” Alex said again, trying to pull him off without making it too obvious.
“What’s wrong?” Justin asked, concerned.
“Nothing,” Alex said, eyes darting quickly to his side. Justin followed his gaze to a cranky old man who was staring at them with a disgusted look on his face.
“You got a problem with this?” Justin yelled.
The man quickly looked away – But not before saying, “Homosexuality is a sin. You both will burn in Hell.”
Alex’s cheeks burned a bright red, but Justin stood fearless in the face of criticism. He kissed Alex passionately, right there in the middle of the shop, adding sound effects just to further piss off the man. A few people cheered.
When they finally pulled apart, Justin looked flushed but happy, which was a stark contrast to Alex, who looked shy, vulnerable, maybe even close to tears.
“Can we please leave?” He whispered.
“Alex, no,” Justin said. “That would be letting him win. We have just as much of a right to be here as he does. There is nothing wrong with you, or me, or us. Don’t question yourself because a random fuck is still stuck in the cavemen times.” Alex was quiet, reaching for his hand.
“Thanks.” Justin cleared his throat, trying to lighten up the mood.
“So, what drink are you on now?” Alex looked up, scanning the menu.
“Double chocolate mochachino.”
Once they’d gotten their drinks and had sat down at a table, Justin said something about having to go to the bathroom, leaving Alex sitting alone to nurse his scalding cup of coffee. He tried to take a big gulp, but ended up burning his mouth. It was while he was waving his hands in front of his mouth in a pointless attempt to somehow reverse the damage that had already been done than an attractive guy, looking to be around his own age, sidled over to him.
“Hey,” he said, casually slipping into the seat beside him.
“Hey…” Alex said cautiously, still a little on edge by what had happened earlier.
“Has anyone ever told you how attractive you are?” The guy asked, his blue eyes intensely locked onto him. Alex stayed silent, opting instead to stare at the chocolate sauce drizzled over his coffee, beginning to feel uncomfortable.
“My name’s Todd,” the guy said, either not noticing or not caring that Alex was not reciprocating the appeal. “You can do better than him, you know,” Todd said, biting his lip as his eyes trailed Justin leaving the bathroom. Alex shifted to the edge of his seat, ashamed that he wasn’t speaking up, but unable to get a word out. If he had been able to speak, he would’ve said a sarcastic remark about how Justin was a million times better than him; how he would never hit up random people that were obviously taken.
Justin’s eyes narrowed as he began to walk over to their table.
“What the fuck is this?” He asked, his words hot and angry as he slammed his palms on the table.
“I was just leaving,” Todd said cooly, making as if to leave.
“No, no, stay,” Justin said, his tone nice and welcoming, but his eyes telling a different story. For the first time, Todd appeared a little uneasy. Alex squeezed his eyes shut, gripping his cup so strongly that he was almost afraid that it would break. When greeted with silence, Justin came to the conclusion himself.
“You were trying to come onto him, weren’t you?” He asked, almost growling.
“Uhm,” Todd searched for an excuse, but before he could come up with one, Justin punched him in the face.
“Whoa, what was that for?” Todd asked, hands flying up to his wound.
“For harassing my boyfriend, you douche,” Justin said, gripping his collar and pulling him closer to his face. “Don’t you dare fucking bother him again,” he snarled before shoving him away. “I don’t ever want to see you again, you hear me?” He yelled as Todd rushed out, head down.
The entire place was silent, looking at them.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Justin yelled. Alex got up, walked over to Justin and wrapped his arms around him; burying his head into his chest.
“I love you,” he breathed. He could feel the tension slowly fade from Justin as he gave into the hug.
“I love you too. You don’t ever need to be afraid, okay? I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”