Darry: Darry kept it simple for the first date. He just made you dinner at his place. It wasn’t much but it was perfect for you.
You had been talking to Darry for a couple of months before he finally asked you out. You both had liked each other since you first met but he always claimed he was to busy to date and that disappointed you but you stayed his friend. You weren’t sure what had changed but one day Darry finally asked you out on a real date and invited you over for dinner just the two of you.
When you got to the Curtis house you noted that it was oddly neat and quiet there. Darry had let you in and he took you to the kitchen. He was dressed nice and you smiled when you saw that the table was set and there was a bottle of wine on the table.
“This looks nice..” You smiled shyly.
“Oh you know.. It’s not much but..” Darry was smiling and looking a bit nervous. “No. It’s perfect.” You replied and took his hand gently in yours.
He pulled out your chair for you and put the food he had cooked on your plate. Dinner was really nice between the two of you and you sat talking for a really long time. Eventually his brothers came home and you went to say goodbye to Darry but Ponyboy begged you to stay and play cards with them so you did. You all sat around the living room table on the floor and played a couple of rounds of poker. Eventually Ponyboy fell asleep leaning against the couch and Darry stood to carry him to bed promising to drive you home after.
Once you pulled up to your house Darry opened the car door for you and just sort of stood there. You waited a bit expectantly but after an awkward pause you just waved a bit.
“Bye..” you murmured and turned to go but quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back for a gentle kiss. After you pulled away you could feel that your cheeks had gone a it read and even Darry looked a bit flustered but both of you were grinning.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” He smiled and kissed your cheek before going off.
Sodapop: Sodapop took you dancing for your first date. You were a bit shy at first but once you saw how much fun he was having you started having a blast too and you danced all night.
You were intimidated by Sodapop Curtis. Every girl in town would die for a chance to go on a date with him but some how he asked you out and the next thing you knew the first date was approaching. You were newer to town and didn’t know much about him. You thought he was just another pretty face and you weren’t really keen on dating someone who dropped out of school to work at a gas station but then your friend told you he did to help take care of his brothers after his parents died. After that you had a new appreciation for him and when he asked you out you were a bit shocked but you agreed.
He picked you up from your house and rove you to a bar where the music could be heard from the outside. You immediately were even more nervous than before due to the fact that you didn’t know how to dance. Once you were inside you were surprised to see Sodapop ignore the bar as most guys your age drank. Instead he immediately pulled you out on the dance floor. You stood pretty still while he seemed to get into it right away. That song ended and he took your hands.
“Are you alright?” he asked nervously “Was this a bad idea?”
“No I just.. I don’t really know how to dance..” you admitted shyly.
Sodapop grinned immediately. His smile made your heart beat a little faster. “I’ll show you.” he promised.
And he did show you. You two danced for hours and when it was finally time to go home you both wanted to stand outside for a bit to let the night air cool you off. You two took the time cooling down and then driving home to talk. You learned more about his brothers and friends and you admired the way he spoke so highly of them. You were a bit hesitant on opening up about your life but Sodapop had a great way of listening and making you feel comfortable. His hand never left yours the whole way there and he gave you a quick kiss when you finally were home.
Ponyboy: Ponyboy took you on a picnic for your first date. Nothing to elaborate but it was nice to sit outside on such a nice day and be able to talk to him.
Ponyboy had put together a simple lunch of peanut butter sandwiches, chips, and strawberries. He was so eager when you found him at the park he asked you to meet him at. He had the food all laid out on the blanket he brought and he was in a spot perfect for the sun to warm you up. You had a good view of all the people too.
He stood up to hug you when you got there and then you sat down to eat pretty silently. After a while Ponyboy started talking about the people in the park. You liked to listen to him because you found the way he described people and talked about the things he observed to be intriguing. He had a way of wording things that was really intriguing to you. He talked for a while then stopped mid sentence getting flustered.
“I’m talking to much aren’t I?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m sorry. My brother always says I say to much.”
“He’s wrong.” You tell him. “I like listening to you talk.”
“You sure?” he asked and you nodded. It turned more into a conversation after that. Asking each other questions back and forth and you had a really nice time learning more about Ponyboy. The sun started to set and you both watched it silently. You watched him out of the corner of your eye enjoying the thoughtful look on Ponyboy’s face. After that he walked you home and hugged you gently once you were at your front door. You watched him walk away wishing Monday would come faster so you could see him again at school.
Two-Bit: Two-Bit would simply take you to the drive in theater. He would put a blanket in the back of his truck for you guys to stay warm while watching the movie and he would definitely buy one of every snack for you two to share. After the movie would end you two wouldn’t want to say goodbye quite yet so he’d drive to some parking lot so you two could sit in the back of the truck again and talk. You wouldn’t realize you had been talking all night until the sun came up.
“That did not actually happen.” You said laughing at a story that Two-Bit had just told you. You two had been sharing stories with each other all night. He had picked you up from your house for a movie but once it ended you both weren’t ready to say goodnight. Instead of bringing you home he had drove over to the high school and simply parked in the parking lot. The two of you moved to the bed of the truck and sat next to each other with the blanket wrapped around you just like at the movies. You had got to talking and didn’t even realize how much time had been passing. Hours felt like minutes with the two of you.
You then noticed the sun started to rise over the trees in the distance and your eyes widened a bit. “We stayed out all night.” you stated and Two-Bit turned to look.
“Well shoot..” He laughed then turned back to you. “I guess I outta bring you home then.. I wouldn’t want your parents to worry.”
You just smiled a bit at him. “They won’t miss me.”
Two-Bit smiled back at you and then took you out to breakfast. He only brought you home that afternoon because you both couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Before you walk into your house you kissed his cheek gently.
Dally: Dally would take you out for milkshakes on your first date. You’d probably both have a couple of them and share a plate of french fries. After that he’d probably take you to meet the guys or to Buck’s for a drink if you wanted one.
You had been having a nice evening so far with Dally. You were nervous at first having heard all about his reputation and you knew what most people around thought of him but there was something about the sheepish look in his eyes that made you say yes when he asked you out. You were surprised when he took you to the local ice cream shop for milkshakes. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it wasn’t this. You both shared a couple of milkshakes with each other and a plate of fries. You found it funny that the first thing you both did was dip a french fry in the milkshake.
The date was going well so far. You were doing most of the talking which worried you at first but Dally surprised you again when he seemed to be listening to everything you were saying, and even asked you questions. Things were going great until some guys came over to you while you went outside to wait for Dally who was inside at the counter paying. You weren’t really listening to what they were saying but you figured it wasn’t any good. One of them put their hand on your shoulder and the next thing you knew Dally had knocked that guy to the ground. The shop owner was outside immediately threatening to call the cops and all of those guys scattered and Dally took your hand to lead you away. He held your hand but you didn’t hold his back. You were a bit shocked at what you had just saw. Dally seemed to notice that you were holding back because he stopped walking.
“Look.. I’m sorry, doll. I just don’t like the way they were looking at you alright. And you looked scared.”
“I’m more scared now.” you said to him and he looked down. He was silent for a moment before he looked back up at you.
“I really am sorry, Y/N. The last thing I want is to scare you off y’know? Let me make it up to you. My friends are having a fire tonight you could come with me. All their girls will be there too, okay? So no fighting.”
You didn’t want to. You really hated fighting and you didn’t particularly like that this boys first instinct was to hit someone like that without even asking what was going on but when you looked at him you saw that look in his eyes again. It melted something inside of you so you reached out to hold his hand lightly and he was silent while you two walked over to the lot. All his friends were sitting around a big fire there and he was right, most of them had their girlfriends with them. Seeing those other girls helped you calm down a bit and after a quick round of introductions you and Dally sat down. They all seemed preoccupied in their own conversations so you turned to look at Dally. You asked him questions about his own life and he would only answer a few but the answers he gave were enough to draw you in even more.
He walked you home that night. You had his jacket on and you were holding hands lightly again. Once you got to your house Dally seemed unsure of what to say. He didn’t want the evening to have been ruined just because he lost his temper a bit at some creep and he really wanted to see you again. You broke the silence and answered his unspoken question.
“I think I’m gonna hold on to this,” You said running your hands down the front of the jacket. “I gotta have something to show people I’m your girl right?”
Dally immediately smiled at that and leaned forward to kiss you deeply.
Steve: Steve always wanted to make a really good first impression on a first date so he usually saved up for a while so he could go all out with flowers and a nice dinner.
You sat in Steve’s car with him while it was parked outside your house. Your hands were holding each other tightly and were resting on the seat between you two. You’re free hand kept running up and down the stem of the rose he had given you at the start of the night and your mind kept running over what an absolute gentleman he had been. You heard bad things about boys like him and thinking about it now made you angry. People always say that greaser boys were no good but Steve had been nothing but an absolute gentleman to you that night. Your first date had been to one of the nicer restaurants in town and you know that that couldn’t have been cheap.
You glance over to him and see that he was smiling. “You didn’t have to do all that you know?” you say “I really like you.”
“Yea and I really like you,” He said “And I think you deserved the best.”
“Well thank you..” you smiled back at him. “I should probably head inside..” you said though you made no move to leave.
“Y/N?” Steve murmured as his thumb ran gently up and down the side of your hand. “Can I kiss you?”
You nodded a bit at him and he leaned forward to give you a gentle kiss. It was quick but you swore you never had anything like that before in your life. You were miserable that you had to leave him but you promised you’d see each other the next day. The second you were inside you put the rose in water and put it next to your bed so that you could look at it and replay the night in your head before going to bed.
Johnny: Johnny would take you to see some band that was in town. They weren’t anyone famous, probably just some high school band from a few towns over, but the music wasn’t bad and you’d get in for cheap. He would meet you at your house and you’d take your time walking there so you could talk. He would hold your hand the whole night.
“I’m sorry it ain’t really anything fancy, Y/N.” Johnny apologized as he and you walked to the place that the band was performing. He had just told you what he had planned for the night and you were excited.
“What are you talking about, Johnny?” you ask.
“I just mean I’m sorry I can’t take you to a nice restaurant or something more romantic.” He said.
You just shook your head and squeezed his hand gently. You leaned over to kiss his cheek before replying. “You’re here. That’s all I need.” you say.
Johnny had nothing to worry about and you knew it. On the walk there you two were able to really get to know each other and on the walk home you talked about the music you had just listened to.
“Did you have fun?” Johnny asked once you were back at your house.
“It was the most fun I’ve ever had.”
“Really?” Johnny smiled.
“Yes. Now shush and kiss me okay?” You laughed and so he did.
“So, that’s how threesomes happen,
right? A no strings attached kind of thing? Though I could do with
Montparnasse snorted, pressing the neck
of his beer bottle against his mouth. It wasn’t even the nice kind of
beer; it was the first price piss Eponine kept in her fridge in case
she had guests to entertain. Montparnasse was a classier guest than
most, but the bottle of vodka they had nursed between the three of
Eponine, and himself―lay
empty on the coffee table, so the bottled urine would have to do.
Honey,” Montparnasse smirked, his head lolling dramatically
towards Grantaire, “you couldn’t handle me in bed if you tried.”
have very large hands,” Grantaire retorted, wiggling his
on the couch, his leg stadling the arm rest, Grantaire looked even
more like a mess than he usually did. But he was a tolerable mess,
and an entertaining one at that, so Montparnasse just played along
and nudged his thigh from his end of the couch. Across from them,
slumped on a moth-eaten armchair, Eponine was giggling at them.
think you’d be so eager to fuck Enjolras out of your head, R,”
she said, whistling slightly in her beer bottle.
quirked an eyebrow in her direction. The name was familiar, but he
had never been bothered to learn the names of all of Grantaire’s
friends. The man was an IKEA kit who came which too many spare parts.
A sly smile grew on Montparnasse’s lips, and he reached for the
cigarettes he kept in his jacket.
eh?” he quipped, a cigarette locked at the corner of his lips.
“Typical. I’m even slightly disappointed.”
Please remember that these are all just assumptions. Tell me if you want the next 5 members (Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan & Jaemin)
Also thank you to @hobi-is-hoping for helping me come up with these! She has some really good ideas and I couldn’t have done it with her :-) x
Kun would love tiny, smol and tiny girls. The typical innocent and feminine girl, with small curves and long, silky hair. Although I think his preferences would be typically Korean/Chinese, he’d be open to dating a foreigner or someone who didn’t exactly fit those preferences as long as they could communicate and they weren’t overly loud. Plump lips would be something he finds really attractive - why, I don’t know to be honest. Big eyes and soft features would also be something he liked; it’d make a girl look very innocent and naîve which he’d just love. In terms of clothing, he’d like girls with very girly styles; skirts and dresses in different shades of pastel pinks and purples, flowery designs and gold necklaces.
Doyoung is actually quite tall, and I see him liking girls of short height; he’s the type to care for people and would want to protect his girlfriend, the short height making him to feel more masculine. He’d like light hair but not brightly dyed; shades light brown and blonde would look very pretty and exotic to him. I see him marrying a Korean but he would try dating a foreigner if given the opportunity. This would only be if they could communicate and she respected his culture and was willing to adopt some customs. He’s not the conservative type so wouldn’t blow off the idea. Likewise tone doesn’t matter; it wouldn’t be a deciding factor or preference. Like Kun, he’d like someone with soft and subtle features; not someone overly “pretty” by society’s standards. He’d like his girlfriend to be the stylish and daring type; the type who’d wear different clothes and styles in comparison with other people but nothing overly flamboyant.
I see him dating someone around his own height, maybe someone slightly shorter or taller. He’s a very accepting kind of guy so I don’t think he’d mind if you were slightly taller than him; unlike the other members, he wouldn’t feel emasculated but rather find it kind of sexy. Very open to dating a foreigner - in fact, he’d find dark skin very attractive and would find himself naturally attracted to people with dark skin. Someone with a full figure and/or a lot of curves. He’d by the type to really worship his S/O’s body no matter what, but still - he’d like big thighs and butts and shit. Someone who has a “sexier” vibe over a cute one but doesn’t dress too provocatively. Saying this, someone who knows how to dress to accentuate their curves and figures but doesn’t show a lot of skin (because that’s saved for him ok) Someone who smirks a lot instead of grins and will sometimes wink at him to get a reaction.
I’ve mentioned this before but I see Jaehyun with a model, or someone with model traits. Someone fairly tall, maybe even taller than him, and a small frame. He’d like it if they worked out and had toned body; he’d be impressed by the amount of dedication and time they had put into their body. A girl with striking facial features or at least one thing about her which really stands out and makes people just stare in awe. Definitely open to dating a foreigner; in fact, I think he’d rather date a foreigner than a Korean purely because he’s intrigued and would find them exotic. But he’d of course still date a Korean. Someone with a sophisticated yet unique sense of style. Wearing clothes that most people wouldn’t be able to pull off but somehow they can - and they do it very well. Doesn’t mean it was to be a girly kind of style, he’d be easily as impressed if they could just wear a plain shirt and jeans and still look good.
WinWin would suit well with a simple style and look. It doesn’t necessarily mean they’re “basic” or “average”, but he’d like someone he could effortlessly good in the simplest of things. He’d be one of the members who isn’t that keen on dating foreigners. Sticking just to Chinese girls but perhaps dating a Korean or another Asian girl. He’s quite awkward and shy and wouldn’t really know how to talk or act around foreigners even if there wasn’t a communication barrier. Someone with a cute vibe but not a heavy one. Probably pale skin and rosy cheeks, with straight, black hair. Basically someone who looks quite similar to him in a sense. I think he’d look so cute with a small and slightly chubby girl, although he’d also date a tall and/or thinner girl if he liked them. Likes pastel colours and jeans on his S/O. Nothing too flamboyant or daring, but with many accessories like hats, scarves, brackets, rings and necklaces.
A/N:Happy Easter if you celebrate if not I hope you enjoy the half price chocolate in a few days time and the days off. Enjoy this terribly written and plot-less second installment xxx
Calum had called you not a week later than your date from hell telling you that he had found a guy who was super sweet and very keen for the date he had promised you. Calum had promised that he was actually a really fun guy and that you’d be bound to enjoy the date. He didn’t give you the guys name and in your nervous excitement you hadn’t even thought to ask. But he said the guy would meet you at one of the nicer and more secluded restaurants that you’d been raving about for some time now. Calum must have put him up to it and for that alone you were incredibly grateful for him.
So here you were some two hours before the date nervously avoiding getting ready, not wanting to put too much into your outfit for the date to flop but also wanting to appear interested. Despite how much you wanted Calum to buy you a dog you did promise that you’d try and if you were being honest you were desperately hoping this date would genuinely renew the hope you’d lost of ever finding a partner.
So with an hour and a half to spare you began preparing to get yourself ready. You showered and blow dried your hair before curling it gently with your iron. You began applying your makeup in a way that you hoped wasn’t too over the top but also showed you did care. You put perfume on and changed into the dress you’d picked out. It was casual enough you could wear it with your favourite jacket, at least until you were seated saving yourself from the temperatures that had been dropping gradually for the past three weeks; proving summer was well and truly on the way out. You slid you favourite pair of heels on, they gave you the height you desired and were easy enough to walk in that you knew you wouldn’t fall over in front of this guy within the first few minutes of meeting him.
You’d finished early in your hurry to busy yourself and so you continued your conversation with Calum regarding you’re date. Letting him know your true worries, something you were comfortable doing only with him. With the easy confidence Calum always gave you, you double checked you had everything you needed took one last glance in the mirror and left your apartment heading to the restaurant you would be meeting your date at.
I was nervous as hell. I’d promised Y/N this perfect date with way more confidence than competence. I was hopeless at this type of thing and as I got ready for the date she didn’t know I’d be going on with her, my already nervous mind was going over all the things that could possibly go wrong.
I was sweating nervously when my phone vibrated with a text. I wasn’t wearing a shirt, too worried I would stain it or some other disaster would occur before I even got to the restaurant. The message was from Y/N. She had sent me a message letting me know how nervous she was. She said she wished she could be past this already with the guy if he was so great. She said she hated having to get to know someone, all the meaningless small talk, the uncertainty of not knowing someone before dating them. The stage where everything was up in the air. I blew out a breath not sure how to answer beyond a quick, ‘you’ll be amazing and I can always rescue you and we can just watch movies and eat ice-cream again.’ Knowing full well I couldn’t do this the same way ever again after tonight and there would be no way i could possibly rescue her from the date if it was with me.
It was all getting too much in my head when her response came through. 'Kind of wish I was already sitting in your couch with the ice-cream but I can’t stand him up if he’s as good as you’ve promised, especially not if you’ve told him to take me to the very restaurant I’ve been dying to go to for weeks!’ And I was even more of a mess. What was I going to do? Call her and tell her? Just buy her a goddamned puppy and be done with it? Or actually stand up and be brave enough to try for what I’d been longing for for such a very long time?
You were texting Calum trying to quench my crazy nerves. Your hair done and your makeup mostly finished you were getting your purse ready before heading out. The texting was so calming despite Calum’s somewhat strange replies. And so with one last check over yourself in the mirror you grabbed your keys and purse and drove to the restaurant.
You stayed in the car silently calming your nerves with one last text to Calum,
'Wish me luck I’m so nervous xxx’ without waiting for a reply you slide out of the car, gathering yourself one last time at the glass doors of the entrance. You walk in the door and state your name to the waitress, the warmth of the restaurant seeping into you, the smells of what had been described by all your friends as amazing food wafting around you. She smiled at you picking up on your nervousness before ushering upstairs to a figure tucked in the far secluded corner. You thank her profusely with a somewhat panicked smile. Before you can chicken out you walk to the man in the corner taking a deep breath you shakily greet the guy who would make or break not only your hopes of a puppy but of not living alone forever. 'Good evening’ you say softly and somewhat tremulously. And Calum’s deep brown orbs look up at you startling you as he stands to greet properly.
IMAGINE IDEAS FOR ANYONE WHO WRITES ABOUT THE JOKER
I’ve seen like a lot of the same imagines for the Joker lately and I thought it would be nice if I gave some “prompts”, I guess? I think that’s what they’re called. Feel free to use, and you don’t have to worry about giving credit or whatever unless you want too. They’re just ideas. AND THIS GOES FOR ALL THE JOKERS I KNOW I SWITCHED BETWEEN NAMES BUT IF I SAY “MISTAH J” IT DOES NOT MEAN IM REFERRING TO ONLY JARED LETO’S JOKER
If the reader is more on the Innocent/Pure/Sweet side:
An Imagine where:
1) The Joker teaching the reader how to use guns and knives
2) The Joker getting the reader the best self defence classes
3) The reader absolutely hating blood and gore, so they freak out when Mistah J brings them along on his trip to deal with some “business” and he kills someone right in front of them.
4) Him telling them all of his most wild stories and them being so fascinated because you’ve never heard anything like them.
5) Actually, when they can’t sleep at night they make him tell them either one of them (probably their favourite) or all of them, until they fall asleep.
6) Being the complete opposite of him and nobody, including himself, understanding how you guys work so well.
7) The Joker coming home and into bed late at night and waking the reader up so he can rant to them about how annoying Batman is and how stupid he feels, while they run their fingers through his hair, calmly laying there and listening.
8) The reader actually being really nice and kind to his men, and always having to apologize on his behalf to his men and the men end up falling in love with you (platonic) and caring for you just like how they do for Mistah J.
9) The reader only letting the Joker spoil them so much, until they have to tell him that they can go places and buy stuff on their own, but they really appreciate it.
10) The Joker hating his scars and, because he can’t control his emotions well, he always has very bad outbursts and they always result in the reader having to calm him down and tell him that they love him very much and no matter how scars he has that’s never going to change and how wonderful and beautiful he really is.
11) The Joker not being to keen on dating the reader in the beginning because he’s nervous that one of his enemies will try and hurt her. But then he becomes obsessed with her and of course that all changes
12) The Reader always staying home and never coming into Mistah J’s business meetings, because just because they’re dating a criminal doesn’t mean they want to be apart of all that stuff too.
13) The Joker not understanding how someone can be so sweet and pure, and you not understanding why it’s so much fun to kill, but both of you are perfectly fine not understanding each other. (This one is shit, I’m so sorry)
14) (This is kinda more a personal opinion, but I think it could still work.) The Joker sometimes getting really angry at you and at himself, just because he doesn’t understand why he cares so much about you and how you’re feeling and why he wants to talk to you so much. And he just freaks out, but then he sees the reader probably looking nervous or trying to ask him what’s wrong and he would just stop and hug them very tightly, and say nothing.
15) This doesn’t really have to do with what the reader is, it’ll work for anything. I just thought this would be cute/funny, imagine the reader being like catholic/christian and they pray for the first time in front of him super casually bc they don’t think anything of it. It’s normal for them. And him being like: “What the fuck? Babe, what are you doing? Are you okay? Babe!” And them stopping and being “Babe, I’m praying!” and him being like “What? Pr- What?” and just ofbsjannavs that would be so cute!
If the reader is on the Independent/Bold/Mature side:
An imagine where:
1) The reader working a really good job and refusing to take a day off just to help the Joker rob a bank or blow something up.
2) The reader being probably the only one able to tell the Joker what to do.
3) The reader being not really into Mistah J’s type of “business”, but sometimes if they’ve had a very stressful week they’ll come along on a trip. The Joker lives for those days.
4) The reader having no problem speaking their mind. This usually leads to very bad fights, because you won’t take shit from him even if you love him. (I think he would secretly adore this)
5) The Joker being just a bit more “nice” to people whenever the reader is around, because he some small part of him wants to impress them.
6) Both of you taking really nice bubble baths together after really stressful days.
7) The Joker is able to bring out the readers needy and silly side. He loves this side of her.
8) The reader actually gets scared really easily and when the Joker finds out, he teases her.
9) The Joker not being that protective of the reader. Until they go out. Then it’s full PDA.
10) The reader gets really needy when they’re tired and they’re always all over the Joker. He lives for those nights.
So this is all I can think of right now, but I read it over and I realized it sounds more like a “Dating the Joker would include”, but it’s not. Um, these are to help anyone that write Joker imagines. They’re ideas for you to create an imagine about. So like, you’d read it and then based off of the idea, you’d create a full imagine about it. Or they can help you write something entirely different! It’s completely up to you, but I just noticed that a lot of Joker Imagines are the same idea/plotline and I was just trying to help expand that abit more. Over the next few days, I’ll be adding more, because a lot of this was complete shit and I know that nobody is gonna use those ones. I hope this helped someone.
We love it when we get messages from our sweet followers but one thing that isn’t so sweet is messaging us and telling me (Alysse) that you want me as your mommy. Jacob and I can see all messages, and if you come and message me begging me to be your mommy Jacob can see them and that causes him to be depressed and angry and I’m not too happy about it myself. Please understand that I am TAKEN. I am not looking for another little, I am only keen on dating one at a time, and I am very in love with my little prince and plan on staying with him forever. So please don’t message us with that type of stuff
Harry has never been a jealous type, or so he thought. On hindsight, it was probably because he never really cherished or felt so deeply about another person. A feeling that seeped into his very bones- the need to protect, to love, to possess that one significant person.
The first time it had happened, Harry barely recognised it for what it was. It had been a rather slow day at Kingsman (sometimes, even insane megalomaniacs took breaks) and when that happened, the knights often idled their time by polishing their weapons, catching up on each other’s missions by reviewing the feeds or visiting the shooting range. Eggsy had been walking J.B. on the grounds when his proposed recruit for the position of Tristan spotted him.
“Hey Eggsy, Merlin just gave us a day off, wanna spar a lil and relieve the good ol’ days in the marines?” Lucas asked him cheekily.
“I don’t see why not? Since ya so keen on havin your arse handed to ya on a silver platter again” Eggsy replied smoothly without a hitch.
Lucas was strong and powerful but nobody could beat Eggsy at how agile and flexible he was, bending his body at inhuman angles, curving just the right amount to swerve out of a punch. After several minutes of using perfectly executed moves that failed to land a punch on Eggsy, Lucas had given up and decided to abandon all techniques he had been taught at Kingsman and relied instead on his street brawl which unfortunately for him, served only as benefit to Eggsy who swiftly swept his feet out from underneath him with a well placed kick and brought Lucas tumbling onto the ground, but not without him first grabbing onto Eggsy’s shirt for balance which ended with toppling Eggsy onto him.
It was at this moment that Harry walked into the gymnasium and saw how Eggsy straddled Lucas, both of them panting heavily, sweat-soaked shirts sticking to their bodies and Lucas smiling widely at Eggsy. Something hot and ugly unfurled in Harry’s chest. How he wanted to lunge at Lucas, pull him out from under Eggsy and wrap his hands around his neck, warning him that Eggsy belongs only to him and that he had no business touching what was his…
“ ‘Arry? Whatchu doin ‘ere?” The sound of Eggsy’s voice snapped him out of his reverie.
“Walk with me” Harry replied curtly and Eggsy scrambled onto his feet to follow Harry out of the gymnasium, leaving a very confused Lucas sprawled on the mats.
Eggsy had not seen Harry in such a state ever since the time before Kentucky which he refuses to talk about, referring to it only as “you-know-what”. Seeing Harry this mad again only brought back unpleasant memories that sent shivers down his spine.
Turning sharply into a corner, Harry turned toward Eggsy and pushed him against the wall, pressing his body tightly against Eggsy’s. Without another word, he titled Eggsy’s neck and mouthed at the delicate skin there, sucking and licking ruthlessly. “ ‘Arry? Whas wrong?” Although Eggsy did enjoy their escapades to remote parts of Kingsman for their occasional trysts, he did not understand what brought on this sudden aggression in Harry. But Harry did not answer, instead he contented himself with marking every inch of Eggsy’s skin that was visible even with a shirt on. Then it dawned on him.
“ ‘Arry, you’re not jealous, are you? Cause Lucas and I were just havin a lil friendly match, thas all.”
The mouth at Eggsy’s neck pauses.
“Mine. You’re mine. Do you understand that?” Harry asked against the base of Eggsy’s throat as he palmed him through his sweatpants.
“Yes, yes I am yours ‘arry. No one else’s.” Eggsy replied as he tries valiantly to refrain himself from moaning. “Now how about we go somewhere where you can show me exactly how much I belong to you?”
Harry never spoke of the incident with Lucas and Eggsy presumed to let the matter rest but jealousy is a green eyed bitch and never rests.
One might imagine that the life of a spy is irregular, unstable and fraught with danger, and it is. That is why whenever they can, as much as they can, Harry and Eggsy endeavour to establish a routine to maintain some semblance of normality in their lives. On Saturdays, they usually stay in, watch a few movies (which remarkably always end up to be Pretty Woman, My Fair Lady or Nikita) and snuggle up in front of the telly. Harry would spend time cooking (after all how often does he get the luxury of time to use the kitchen) and spend an even larger amount of time preventing Eggsy from stealing a bite of what he has cooked. After which, he would try to educate Eggsy on the finer points of appreciating wine and how to complement and savour the wine with different types of flavours while Eggsy challenges himself to how much footsie he can play with Harry before Harry finally relents and drags him up to the bedroom.
On Sundays, it usually involves lazy morning lie-ins and kisses, slow and tender love-making, where they can finally take the time and savour each other, care for each other and show the other just how much he means. When they finally do get out of bed, they move off to play their favourite game. Every couple has their thing. An activity that only the both of them indulge in and is shared with no one else. For Eggsy and Harry, it is going to crowded places on Sundays, taking a few minutes to locate a target and see how much information they can sieve out from that target, then compare notes and see who wins that particular round. It appeals to both their spy instincts and their competitive spirit and it allows Eggsy to finally be able to gloat about something when he finally wins Harry at it (it’s rare, but it does happen… Sometimes)
This time, Harry takes a minute to take in his surroundings and lands his sight on a young man, around Eggsy’s age, wearing a familiar looking snapback, not unlike the one his partner owns and points him out to Eggsy. “That one should be easy enough for you, my dear boy?”
“Oi, I’ll not have you tryna make this easy fer me. I’ll fuckin ace this one. You’ll se-” Eggsy faltered as he finally turned to look up at his chosen target.
“Bloody fuckin hell. Whas he doin here?”
Upon hearing the familiar voice, the Target looks around and spots Eggsy, hurriedly running over to meet him.
“Oi, Eggs! Where ‘ave you buggered off to? After you left the other time I’ve missed you, couldn’t find you at any of the usual spots could I? Had me proper scared love.” the Target started.
Eggsy flushed a bright scarlet as he regarded him. It had been close to 8 years since they last met. Thomas, his very first serious boyfriend, whom he had left because Dean that sunofabitch had dragged him to the streets to peddle for him. He never did explain to Thomas why he’d left and always felt guilty for that, but to be fair, Thomas had never really seen keen on dating Eggsy as seriously as Eggsy had thought, so fair game innit?
“C’mere Eggsy-boy” Thomas started and pulled Eggsy toward him before he could react.
“You look much better now, don’t cha? Whatchu doin ‘ere anyway?” Thomas asked and that was when he noticed Harry, standing stiffly, his hand clamped over the brolly a little too tightly.
“Whozzat Eggs? Your grandad or somefink come to visit?” Thomas asked snidely.
Eggsy noticed the predatory, calculative stance Harry adopted whenever he was engaged in a fight and prayed to whoever was listening that this wouldn’t end up in however those fights usually did. Harry placed a hand possessively on Eggsy’s waist and pulled him closer. The fact that Eggsy naturally leaned into the touch and shuffled impossibly closer did weaken the rage in his heart, but not quite.
“Darling, I’m afraid you haven’t introduced us. I am his husband and I am very sorry, but we have somewhere we need to be right now.” Harry stated politely as his hard wandered down to Eggsy’s hip and gave a little squeeze, leaving no room for question as to what kind of relationship Eggsy and Harry had.
“Husband? I must have been proper pissed since I don’t even know when I acquired you as a husband” Eggsy said cheekily as they were walking away.
“That was the only way to get that twerp to stop pawing at my- you”
“Look Harry” Eggsy stopped walking as he grabbed both of Harry’s hands in his and said “I’m really sorry about all that back there. But honestly and seriously, you needn’t worry about all the other blokes. And none of that nonsense about how you’re old and grey and wrinkly. You’re well fit a’right? And besides all that, I love you. I love how you take your tea hardly steeped, with so much sugar it could make Daisy disgusted, and you know how much she loves sugar, I love how you hog the blankets every night and deny it to the ends of this world that you do, I love how you are ready to jump in front of me and shield me from a fuckin bullet whenever we’re on missions together even though you know I don’t need the protection, I love how you leave your robe on the bed on purpose when you go off on missions because you know I’ll miss you, I love how I return home from missions and see you snuggled up on the sofa, glasses on and a book in your lap with JB warmin up your feet and tea you prepared for my return, I love how you are you Harry. Ain’t no bird or bloke gonna change that. At the end of the day, no matter who flirts or paws at me, I’m going to return home to you, because I fully and entirely belong to you. I’m yours, Harry.”
Harry was hardly at a loss for words. He had an uncanny ability to always have the last word. But this time, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how it was possible to love this incorrigible boy standing in front of him even more than he already has. The boy who is looking at him with such sincerity and understanding and love. So he says simply “let’s head on home, our home.”
Even after the heartfelt speech Eggsy has made, Harry still felt like ripping the throats out of anyone who dared flirt with his boy but he was soothed by the fact that Eggsy remained stubbornly oblivious to any of it and that Eggsy remained irrevocably his.
Request: Could I request a Rick imagine? After you get to Alexandria with him and the group, he starts to realize his feelings for you as he has more time to think about himself rather than surviving. But he notices that Spencer has taken a liking to you and gets really jealous and kind of confronts him while he’s flirting with you? And then it’s like super fluffy and cute? Thank you !
Requested by: Anon
Requested on: 2/21/16
Posted on: 2/22/16
Word Count: 1000
Warnings: Really long; lots of fluff; some Rick sass.
Author’s Notes: I dunno how this got so long, but this is for you! I hope i didn’t get too off track!
Alexandria Safe Zone. You never thought you’d ever find a safe lace again, not in this world. But the longer you stayed here, the more you began to realize that this was your home. With your family beside you - Rick’s group, the one that had taken you in after Woodbury - you knew that you could survive here for a while.
“Where’re you goin’?”
You turned to Rick as you slid your arms into the sleeves of your jacket, hiding your smile when you heard the concern in his voice. He may be a bit more relaxed since you all got there, but Officer Friendly was never off duty.
“Don’t worry, dad,” you teased, triggering a roll of Rick’s eyes. You instinctively adjusted the collar of his shirt. “I’m just taking a walk. It’s a nice day.”
Rick pursed his lips, squinting his eyes at you, trying to say something. “You want some company?”
You couldn’t say you weren’t expecting this reaction from the man you had grown so close to. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, that wasn’t the case. He’d choose to leave Carl and Judith with you over any one else, if the need arose. It was the fact that he didn’t trust anyone else. That’s why he followed you everywhere and never let you out of his sight.
You grabbed his Sheriff’s jacket, happily helping into it.
“Sure. Come on,”
You were right about it being a nice day; the sun was shining bright in the blue sky and everyone in Alexandria was out enjoying it, just as you were. The warmth caused you to remove your jacket and tie it tightly around your waist, exposing your shoulders to the soothing air. Many residents of the small community greeted the both of you, happy to see that you were enjoying yourselves, for the time being.
“How do you like it here, Constable Grimes?”
Rick grinned down at you, nudging you playfully in the arm. He seemed to think about the question for a long time before answering. The rays of sunshine danced off of serious blue eyes, jaw clenching beneath a stubbled cheek.
“It’s good for Carl - for Judith,”
“Of course, but what about you?”
He glanced down at you from the corner of his eyes, showing you some sort of gleam there, one you couldn’t quite figure out. Rick suddenly stopped you in the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring your confused expression. Without realizing it, your stomach began to flutter with nerves.
“I feel safe here, Y/N. But not because I’m here, closed in by tin walls,”
A soft breeze blew your hair out of place, and as Rick fix the strands that had covered your face, you suddenly realized where this was going.
“I feel safe because you’re here-”
The both of you took a quick step away from one another, Rick shaking his head as you turned to greet Spencer with a friendly grin.
“Good morning, Spencer!”
You were disappointed that Rick had been cut off, as he probably wouldn’t repeat himself later, but you hid it well as you looked up at Deana’s son.
“I saw you walking and I couldn’t help but to come over and say how great you look - you clean up very well.”
You laughed at this, cheeks growing a bit pink at the unexpected compliment. You saw Rick slightly tense up beside you at the words, but you took the nice comments with a grin.
“That’s very sweet of you,” You could practically feel the jealousy seething from the ex-cop at the shared conversation. You wanted Spencer to leave, but you were brought up to be polite. You couldn’t just tell him to go away. “Can I do something for you?”
Spencer looked especially nervous. He always stuttered a bit around you and laughed a little too loud, but today he was wringing his hands, worrying the inside of his bottom lip. You had seen these things a few times before, when dates and boys meant something to you - before the dead came back to life. And you knew for a fact you were no good at rejection, whether it was getting rejected, or having to reject someone else.
“I was hoping you might join me for dinner? There isn’t much to do around here, but I figured we could have a picnic, under the stars…?”
You didn’t want to. Spencer was nice - such a gentleman, of course handsome, but not someone you were keen on dating.
“Oh, I - wow, that sounds great, Spencer, but -”
“But she’s having dinner with me tonight,”
You and Spencer turned toward Rick surprise, your butterflies returning.
“And every night, after that, as far as I can tell -”
“Rick,” you said his name in an almost - scold, wondering why he was suddenly pointing that out.
Spencer looked between the two of you with raised brows. “Oh, are you two…?”
“As a matter of fact, we are -”
You tried to get him to stop, you cheeks were burning like mad, but against your will, a smile grew wide on your lips. Rick continued to ignore you as he glanced at Spencer sternly.
“So the, uh - constant flirting has to stop. I’m sure you understand.”
Deana’s son raised his hands, nodding once at you before walking away, looking embarrassed and crest - fallen. You instantly turned to Rick, slapping him in the shoulder.
“That definitely could’ve been handled better, don’t you think?”
You tried to get him to be serious, to understand that he could’ve been let down easier, but Rick simply wouldn’t listen, but wrapped his arms around your waist and grinning down at you. Finally you huffed, laying your arms around his neck to glare up at him.
“I feel safe here, because I’m safe whenever I’m with you,” he finally explained, eyes glistening with joy. “You’re my safe place, Y/N - my home,”
Quite keen, if you ask me. Call me old-fashioned, but I’ve always wanted to be asked on a date using those words. I very much dislike how often people are asked out via text as opposed to over the phone or, better yet, in person. Even then, “we should hang out sometime” could be construed a variety of ways. Of course it’s never this black and white, but I’d appreciate if it were more straightforward than it usually is. No game of tag or hide-and-seek; no “should I text him first?!?” nonsense; no guessing one’s intentions. I’m a sucker for chivalry, and I know that it ain’t dead. My dad keeps it alive with my mother every single day.
Hey everyone! I haven’t posted a hormone update in super long, but I wanted to do one for 6 months, which happened about 4 days ago! A quick note, I did see an endocrinologist in late August, and I got bumped up to 3 mg Estrodial and 100mg sprionolactone! I’ve been on that does a little over a month now so hopefully I’ll start seeing real changes soon!
Anyways, On August 20th I started training for my RA job, and I started my junior year of college early September. That is also when I started full-time, and I was terrified. My dad still doesn’t call my by my preferred name, by his choice, so I do my best not to talk to him because it really does hurt me. Overall my co workers have been super supportive. I haven’t come out to any of them, though there are some who knew me before my transition. I’m currently stuck in the phase of wanting to be stealth, and also wanting someone to talk to about the rude comments and problems I do get almost everyday because I am trans.
Also, right now my dating life has pretty much halted. Being attracted to females mostly, makes it hard to find anyone, especially where I live, and the guys I do find nice and attractive, aren’t too keen on dating a trans person. I’m not too bothered by it thought because I’ve been super busy with my RA job and super hard classes, but it’s just hard not having that someone there for you no matter what.
In other news, I plan on starting my legal name change soon, like later this month, which I didn’t think I’d do this fast but it’s been extremely hard with two names.
Anyways, that’s my update, and if you have any questions or want to know more just message me or send me an ask!