Request: Hi could you please write a jack lowden x reader imagine please, a first meeting type thing Thanks
Sometimes you really wondered why you were friends with the people around you. All they ever wanted to do was go out drinking and partying. Sometimes you were able to use work as an excuse to stay home. But other times, like tonight, you didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
Which is why you found yourself walking up to the local pub, Mulligan’s, at midnight with your already drunk friends.
“Ay! Shots all around!” Your buddy, Marcus, cheered as he stumbled up to the bar. The bartender recognized the group, after all they did visit at least twice a week. He immediately got to work making the usual shots, and you fell into conversation with some other locals.
An hour later found you exhaustedly plopping into a seat at the bar, already done with your friends antics. You were so used to being the responsible one of the group, the one who chased their friends around to make sure they didn’t do something too stupid. But tonight you just wanted to get away from it all.
“Ev'rything alright over there?” A soft voice spoke as you rubbed your temples tiredly.
“Just peachy.” You grumbled back, not glancing up towards the stranger.
“Your friends are ahh, quite a handful eh?” The voice spoke again, and you glanced over towards the fellow. Instantly, your eyes connected with a startling blue pair, leaving you breathless.
“You could say tha.” You breathed out, discretely checking him out. Blonde hair, strong facial structure, lean muscles. This man was quite handsome.
“I figured, mine are too.” He said, glancing over at a group of rowdy guys in the corner. When he turned back to you, he had a smile on his face. “Think I can buy you a drink?” He questioned, scooting his stool slightly closer to you.
“I wouldn’t say no to a shot o whiskey.” You told him, a smile forming on your lips finally. He seemed surprised for a moment, before smiling wider.
“A whiskey girl, eh? I like it.” He said, before turning to the bartender. “Hey lad! Can you get me a shot o whiskey for the lass and I?” He questioned, and then turned back to you. “I’m Jack.” He spoke, holding out a hand.
“Y/N.” You responded, taking his hand. He pulled your hand to his lips, pressing a slight kiss to your knuckles.
“Beautiful name.” He whispered as he pulled away, and you felt a blush rising to your cheeks. You breathed a sigh of relief when the bartender came back, taking that time to rid of your blush.
Jack handed you one of the shots, and then held his up for a toast.
“To stupid friends.” He joked, his eyes glistening slightly. You laughed as you clinked your glass against his, then downing it all in one go.
“Aye! Y/N, let’s head to Kevs house! His da’s got some ale.”
That night, when 3am rolled around and the bar closed, it wasn’t you dragging your friends out of the bar for once. You had sat at the bar all night, chatting with the handsome man who for once helped you enjoy being at the pub.
You talked about loads of things; favorite music, books, lifelong dreams. You talked about your dream job, and he in turn told you about being an actor. He told you about his new film, Dunkirk, and you promised him you would go and see it.
You honestly didn’t want to leave the pub, you had enjoyed yourself so much while talking to him. It seemed he felt the same way.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like ta walk miss Y/N home tonight.” He told your friend, before turning to look at you with a wink. “If Y/N here agrees.”
“I’d like tha.” You smiled, taking his offered hand as you both stood up.
“Someone alert the presses! Y/N’s going home with a lad!” Your friend screamed, making you redden instantly. Instantly all your friends began drunkenly cheering, irritating you further.
“Aye you bloody tossers! Shove it.” You started toward them angrily, before Jack tugged you towards the door.
“Don’t worry darlin’, they’re jus havin’ a laugh.” He chuckled as he removed his hand from yours, only to wrap it around your shoulders as you moved out into the chilly night. “Lead the way.”
“You really don’ have ta walk me home. I’m right around the corner.” You told him, but he just shook his head.
“I know, but I wan’ to.” He replied, pulling you closer to his body to keep you warm. “Besides, what kind o gentleman would I be ta let a gorgeous lass like yourself walk home alone.”
“Gentleman? I don’t see any gentlemen around.” You joked, trying to force down yet another blush. Jack let out a wholehearted laugh, squeezing your shoulder.
“Aren’ you just a funny one.” He laughed, letting go of you as you turned up the walkway towards your apartment. You fumbled in your pockets for the key, before pulling it out triumphantly. You turned towards him when you got to the door, a gentle smile on your face.
“Thanks for walking me home, and for makin’ tonight more bearable.” You said, pulling him into a hug.
“For once I’m actually glad my friends are annoyin’, I might’ve never met you otherwise.” He said as he pulled away, placing a kiss to your check as he did so. “I was thinkin’-”
“Well that’s not a good sign.” You cheeked, laughing as he pretended to be offended.
“Fine than, I’ll just leave.” He sighed, turning and taking a step away.
“Alright you little diva.” You laughed, grabbing his arm. “What were you thinkin’?”
“Well, maybe I can take you to lunch tomorrow?” He asked, sounding hopeful.
“I’d like tha.” You responded, smiling when he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Great! So I’ll pick you up at 11:30?” He questioned, beginning to walk away.
“I’ll be waiting.” With that, you disappeared into your apartment, back leaning against the door as you smiled.
Just this once you were happy to have been dragged out of the house by your friends.