#hc: patrick

[compendiumofconstellations]

Talking with @mentalisbon about when Jane realizes he has feelings for Teresa Lisbon. And. It's in the freaking. Two days between when Jane is saved by Red John and then when we see the team again. Because it's so dumb that they didn't give us the aftermath of that. But. Jane loses Kristina, who he definitely had more than a passing interest in, comes "face-to-face" with Red John, and then realizes he has Feelings (TM) for Lisbon. And so he immediately puts that in the box to never open again.

[rileyh20]

If Darry is angry, you better be prepared for either a scolding or a nice slap (Depending on the person)

If Ponyboy is angry, you better be ready to get yelled and insulted at more than ever, or possibly even the silent treatment

Is Sodapop is angry though....

Run.

[filthyslashertoad]

Slashers when their s/o is very housewife(husband) material (I would be for mark hoffman 😫)

Yes, I love mark hoffman so much

Slashers with a Housewife!S/O

Mark Hoffman

Loves the idea of having his cute s/o always be home.

He enjoys coming home from work every day with a bouquet of flowers or a gift he can give you. (Def one of those guys that love being a provider)

Hannibal

Thinks it's sweet that you prefer this kind of lifestyle(not that there's much left of it for you because he's so particular when it comes to cooking and cleaning).

Your life quickly becomes you being on vacation 24/7 while Hannibal spoils you all day.

Most likely, you'll be spending most of your day shopping or going to parties as Hannibal's plus one.

Patrick Bateman

Let's be real here, he loves it.

Comes home late every night murmuring about random things that happened at work before cuddling up to you.

Has you wear a specific wardrobe even if you don't leave the apartment often.

When he has his weekly breakdown expect to be cursed out by him and then an hour later he comes sulking back to you for attention.

Brahms Heelshire

LOVES IT.

Teaches you how to make PB&J's.

For the most part your daily life doesn't change aside from the fact that you now get surprise hugs and kisses whenever you're doing household chores.

Peter Strahm

He's more of a working girl kind of man, but similar to Hoffman he likes to be able to provide for you.

When he comes home, he tells you about his day and the office drama/casework he overheard.

Doesn't mention it but he loves it when you cook or bake different kinds of things, even if you didn't necessarily do incredible at making it, he still adores it.

[vuseor]

Patrick Bateman Hcs!

Warnings - Smut, Stalking.

Notes - this is x male reader, reader is a detective.

Patrick Bateman! who meets you during one of his nights out. He sees you talking leisurely to one of the homeless men he so deeply hates.

Patrick Bateman! stalks you constantly since that moment. While one night he comes across you smoking near a convenience store. He growls at the thought of you ruining your precious lungs with the cancer stick, he will have to punish you later for that.

Patrick Bateman! follows you all the way back to your apartment which by his standards is digusting and used by low lives. He thinks you don’t fit that picture, you should be in a pent house surrounded by the best luxury available. It seems he is already putting you on a pedestal.

Patrick Bateman! stalks you for days and weeks, interested to see what you like, what you disapprove. He learns you’re a detective, he grins at the fact that you are yet to learn of his shadowing.

Your supervisor tells you to interview this man called Patrick bateman! for information about a man who worked at the same firm, this man was murdered the night before and all hands were on deck to solve it.

While interviewing Patrick Bateman! your heart beats a tad bit faster at the sight of the handsome man, he was dressed very smartly and held an aura of confidence that many people could only try to replicate. You remind yourself that you must stay on topic and not be swayed.

Turns out Patrick Bateman! has mastered the art of persuasion as he somehow manages to get to you to come to Dorsia with him that night. He just seems so gentlemanly! also he’s story seems to be innocent. Why not give him a chance.

Patrick Bateman! who leads you back to his place after an amazing night out. Treating you like royalty and paying for everything as well!

Patrick Bateman! who pushes you on his king sized bed, the comforter hitting your back as you stare up at him with a smirk. He pounces on top of you, instantly meeting your lips with his own.

Patrick Bateman! who makes you sit on his cock. Your tight hole wrapping around him. Moans spill from your lips, as you relish in his attention.

Patrick Bateman! swears to himself that he’ll never let you go, not now that your in his arms.

[kisses4kaia]

patrick zweig listens to the 1975 and identifies so fucking hard with matty healy. dont make the rules

[lucyandlucy]

Sodapop along with being the most loving Curtis brother is also the most annoying brother. Like he’s your stereotypical younger and older brother.

Like with Darry he would just bug the hell out of him. (Before his parents died ofc now he would never cuz Darry’s so stressed) he do stuff like repeat every word Darry says and throw pillows at him out of no where for attention, poke him

And with Ponyboy he would play the older brother card for everything. Ponyboy going for the front seat, nu uh the older siblings gets dibs, Ponyboy and Soda both want the last cookie, well Sodas just lived so much longer then Pony. He also does things like open Ponyboys door to his bedroom, turn off the lights, leave the door open, and leave. He also tackles and wrestles Ponyboys a lot, he wrestles Darrel too but not as much because Pony’s an easier target

[sodapopboy]

can we TALK about how abnormally huge darry’s hands are. must’ve hurt like a mf when he slapped pony

[knyontop]

bowers gang hcs?

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Ft: Henry bowers, Patrick hocksetter, Victor criss, Belch huggins.

Tw: dark stuff remember its the bowers gang!!!

Henry:

・Henry is the most aggressive and just mean😭

・you give him one wrong look and your already a target for him.

・depending on how much he hates you is how far he will go.

・He deff has some doggys!!!!

・hes a dog person confirmed ^_^

・he has two dogs, both are German shepherds (cant think of any names so just make them up..)

・hes had sex with like five girls, maybe even more. But they dont mean anything to him he just needs a good fuck every once in a while.

・he mostly goes for nasty bitches (thats all there is in darry) but if hes lucky there will be one sweet, innocent girl he can corrupt. (He has a thing for the innocent ones)

・Henrys favorite color is red im confirming it :3

・he stays out late so he doesn’t have to go home to his shit dad, he hangs with his friends but he also likes his alone time.

・when he was younger i just know he loved trucks😭

・a truck is definitely his dream car💪🏻💪🏻

・Henry doesn’t like loud children and he doesn’t like crowds because its so annoying trying to get through and its loud as hell.

・he is not scared to get into a little kids face and tell them to shut up and if they really push it he might slap em’ on the head.

・i feel like when he was younger he definitely wanted a sibling he wanted a younger sibling to hang out with and make into like a mini him just someone he could protect and hang with. (He still kinda does)

・anger issues, daddy issues, asshole issues, what do you expect?

・henry bowers getting therapy when??

・bro looks at himself in the mirror and just admires himself bc he knows hes hot😭

・AS HE SHOULDDDD

・i would like to say hes pretty good at skateboarding like i just have an image of him when he was younger with his little crew and there just skating☹️☹️

・but he thinks he doesn’t have time for it anymore, only on rare occasions he does it. (Vic still skates often tho)

・but yeah henry bowers is pretty fire🔥🔥

Patrick:

・the most sadistic and cruel like we all know that.

・bro is just born this way no sad backstory nothing😭

・I imagine that its just him and his mom, and his mom is a sweet angel while hes just the devil.

・his dad left after he killed his little brother, and Patricks okay with that. Never like his old man anyways.

・he has some type of caring for his mom I mean like deep deep inside somewhere you will find a little care.

・he does not care about your race or sexuality at all like the only thing he will care about is if your a girl because he believes that men are better than woman.

・little patrick was like, “MOM GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN!”

・complete menace smh.

・but yeah he doesn’t care he just calls you slurs and stuff because he loves humiliating people😭 the rush he feels it gives him a feeling of what its like to even feel something.

・he doesn’t have a favorite color, he thinks thats stupid and childish. Like who gives a fuck? (I DO☹️)

・no filter. Speaks his mind.

・”Fucking whore.”

・evilest laugh EVER.

・”if i laugh during a fight run” ah💀

・deep deep down he has a soft spot for his little gang and his mom, deep, deep, deeeeeep down.

・he wants to feel things he just doesn’t, so, feeling that rush of excitement or sexual energy or desire helps him feel emotions and he doesn’t care if its bad at least hes feeling it!

Victor:

・hes the smartest like he got those straight A’s in elementary🙏🏻🙏🏻

・i just know hes a cat person like he holds in a coo when hes those little furballs☹️

・has two siblings >3< a little brother and a little sister!!!

・and hes a pretty decent big bro to.

・took them to the park, helps his little sister tie her shoes, but just bc there his little siblings doesn’t mean hes not afraid to get rough with them. Hes in the bowers gang for a reason.

・hes like the stereotypical bully, pinning people down shoving them a little bit maybe a little beat dowm mocking and teasing his victims.

・never to far ig…

・Victor’s favorite color is green, yeah pretty obvious ik ik☹️☹️

・he cuts his own hair!!! Hes pretty smart when hes not being a asshole.

・i feel like if he wasn’t a bully he would have so much potential.

・buttt anywho he has old note books that he used to journal in when he was younger he thinks its stupid now that hes older. (I promise its not)

・he likes making Henry proud because i mean hes his leader why wouldn’t he want to please him?

・he grew up in a srict household, when he was 8 he realized rules are stupid.

・they are all little shits omds.

・he used to want to be a cop but look where he is nowwww..

・woops!

・funfact: hes pretty good with kids sense he has little siblings, he just doesn’t have a lot of patience.

Belch:

・most empathetic, his actor even said he was more human than the others he was not as evil as the others.

・i feel like hes a 100% mamas boy he hates his dad, his parents split up so he takes care of his mom behind the scenes.

・he has one little sister which she is the exact opposite of him like literally shes just a sweet little bundle of joy with her taller and bigger intimidating older brother next to her with his arms crossed.

・might be a better older brother than vic ngl😪

・now im not saying hes gentle or nice hes still an asshole hes not a good person im just saying hes nicer than the others.

・he intimates kids, shoves them around, never anything as bad as henry gets with his strength.

・Belch likes to make people intimidated, he feels strong. He feels good.

・belch is a dog person but he thinks cats are okay, but definitely a dog person.

・hes got a little pug <\3

・which he keeps his pug ten yards away from patrick because that pug is his baby.

・to any of patricks fat jokes hes like “Im big boned asshole!”

・close enough welcome back eric cartman.

・I feel like his favorite color would be blue or orange.

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[vaultedoverthehorse]

Soda was five years old the first time he realized he was behind. His classmates were all taking turns spelling words - like cat, rat, pat - and he couldn’t do it. He remembered his teachers scoffs and hostile looks, but he just couldn’t get the letters to make sense in his head. He remembered he started crying so hard the lady at the front desk called his mom. She brought him to get ice cream and assured him that it was okay, he had time to learn it all. He didn’t have to rush.

Soda was seven the first time a teacher outwardly gave up on him. He had been trying to read the same sentence for five minutes, and even with the teachers guidance he couldn’t figure out what the words were supposed to be. They looked too jumbled up to mean anything. Sometimes when he doesn’t understand what he’s reading, he can hear the sound of his teachers sigh as she snatched up the paper from him and told him he should’ve been able to do this, it was easy, what’s wrong with him?

Soda was twelve when he gave up on himself. He still struggled with reading, and he was barely passing his classes. It was a common occurrence for him to cry by now, a common occurrence for his class to laugh at him, and a common occurrence for his teachers to yell at him in front of everybody. His parents tried to help him, but it was no use. Darry tried to help, but he’d eventually end up having to comfort a sobbing Soda. His little brother was already a super genius. Soda decided it wasn’t worth trying this hard.

Soda was fourteen the first time he was really jealous of Pony. When Pony would come home talking about how much fun he had, how easy school was. It made him feel guilty, why couldn’t he just be happy for his brother? Darry assured him it was fine, it’s not his fault. But Soda still felt awful about it.

Soda was sixteen when he finally dropped out of school. Sixteen when he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He’d gotten made fun of one too many times. Called a lost cause one too many times. He could never explain how much it hurt to see the unsurprised look on the office lady’s face. But he handed her the form and walked out of that school. And as he did so, he felt the ever-present weight he’s had on his chest since he was five lift off of him.

[twobitsblade]

can u write some dating darry headcanons ?? maybe w some pining before he n reader get together… ? thank u :D

(if you can’t tell, i took a lot of creative liberties while writing because i sort of got a little too into it. i’m really sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you were picturing.)

DATING DARRY CURTIS

✮ darry first met you when mrs. curtis hired you as a tutor for soda. at first, he didn’t think much of it, though he did take note of the way you batted your eyes at him and how delicate your fingers were when you wrote… he’s just an observant man, isn’t he?

✮ but then it happened—he lost his parents, and his world flipped on its head. yet, you never left. even when he wasn’t able to pay you, you insisted on staying, still offering your help.

✮ he knew from that moment that you were more than just a pretty face from the right side of town. you started paying more attention to him, becoming one of the only people who truly noticed the weight of all the stress he was under.

✮ and from then on, he started inviting you over more and more. eventually, he asked you on a date—well, kind of. he asked you to stay late after a tutoring session, and you sat on the island while he cleaned the kitchen.

✮ and although there were plenty of pauses in the conversation—ones that might’ve been awkward to most—you both knew this was the start of something new.

✮ darry tries his best to make time for you, but it’s difficult with all his work—and boy, is he stubborn. he won’t let you help him, and if you try? his hands are around your waist, practically tossing you to the other side of the room.

✮ speaking of touching and tossing, he’s not big on public displays of affection—or foreplay, for that matter. both require showing emotions, and most days, he’s just too tired for that.

✮ but after a long shift, when you’re both lying in bed, he’s more than willing to have some fun with you.

[compendiumofconstellations]

I'm still in The Mentalist hyperfixation, so I started rewatching S1, and I think my revised timeline actually is more accurate. The team still reacts to Jane in ways that make it seem like they haven't been working together for that long.

So, yeah. Jane's only been working with CBI for no more than 1.5 years pre-Pilot.

He did a lot of digging on his own; after all, he consulted with other police departments prior to Red John. And he finally got to a place of desperation, and he reached out to CBI.

He either was in-patient for longer than six months or had a stint right after his family's deaths and then again before going to CBI. Which could be part of his desperation in going to them.

[sl4sh3rsub]

patrick bateman hcs (nsfw: mdni)

patrick bateman x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warnings: overall pretty toxic, homophobic and misogynistic, there's a lot of infidelity/cheating and drug usage/alcohol too. there is also shaming of sex work - this is purely fictional and i do not condone this behavior in real life. i wrote in these elements because they appear in the original source material, not because i hold these opinions/views. mentions of extreme kink/fetish (knife play, blood play), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), oral sex (giving + receiving), handjobs, cockwarming, implied dom/sub dynamics (patrick is a top + sugar daddy/dom/slight sadist + is entitled, reader is more submissive + sweet), lots of cum + precum/arousal, reader sometimes treated as sex object, marking (bruises, bite marks, hickeys etc.), dubious consent? (overstimulation, he can be manipulative, reader flashes someone in afab section), reference to past rough sexual encounters, lots of sexual tension, patrick is sociopathic(?) + gets hard a lot + is possessive/slightly domestic but still rough, canon colleagues (schrödinger's judgement + they're horny), nipple play, voice kink/voicemail sex, threats/mentions of canon (?) violence (not towards reader), exhibitionism + public settings, consensual filming of sexual acts, gun play/fear play, cigar gets extinguished on reader (research risks properly before trying irl, please stay safe), hired sex worker, mentions of surgery in ftm + mtf sections, rip jean + evelyn's emotions

a/n: i'm a massive fan of the broadway musical (bootleg available on youtube) and i've seen the film twice, but i still need to read the book!! i've listened to this youtube audiobook (ai voice patrick reading it - part one) and it kinda goes hard. anyway, peeb ateman is soft with reader in this one, so it could potentially be a little ooc.

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

patrick is already engaged to evelyn when he meets you. he's very well aware that she's seeing timothy price, so he might as well have his own fun - divorce isn't in fashion this year, so being prepared for that potential outcome might turn some heads and patrick hates judgmental attention

if you're already in a relationship with someone, he'll whisk you away immediately. you deserve so much better than some chump who can't afford to spoil you, he'll prove his superiority with his shiny silver card

show him genuine affection and take interest in his music taste!! if you listen to him and take time out of your day to participate in conversation, he'll abruptly stop mid-sentence to process that you're invested in his recap of his day :( you'll have no issues with him from then out - you respect him and he'll respect you. he's quietly thankful for how kind you are to him

if patrick has a yearning to dabble in a certain kink or fetish - such as knife play or extreme blood play - that you're not willing to participate in, he'll just find someone who can satiate his needs temporarily. no harm done, patrick just wants to make sure he's not taking complete advantage of you - he'll pay for you to have a delicious dinner and fancy hotel for the night, don't worry. he still wants to take care of you and reassure you that no one is taking your place, and that you'll still have him in the morning... he just needs to let out his extreme urges throughout the night

his way of showing affection is brushing his nose against you, whether it be your temple, ear or cheek as he whispers sweet nothings to you. he longs for subtle contact and the gentle warmth of your skin. he's also addicted to burying his face in your neck or pressing his lips against your crown when he fucks you from behind or squirming in his lap, the small puffs of hot air tickling your flushed skin and his lidded eyes rolling at your scent

he digs his fingers into your lower tummy while he fucks you, feeling his cock ram deep inside you - he's shamelessly using you as his own fucktoy, massaging his length to get himself off. the extra pressure against his tip has him shuddering at the delicious sensation

yeah sure, patrick might be a weirdo and a loser but he can fuck you like he loves you (maybe he does) and spare cash to dry-clean your cum off his expensive suits... fair trade, no?

he practically becomes your sugar daddy - you're his personal doll to dress, provide for and parade around proudly. he wouldn't trade the satisfied glint in your eyes, or the rhythm of your glistening arousal dripping on his wood paneled floors for anything. after a long day of spoiling you, he becomes a little selfish in the bedroom and chases his high with no regard for how overstimulated you might get :(

he is obsessed with dressing you to match his personal perception of you - that is to say, have you dressed in a manner that would make atheists reconsider and have the faithful herald you as their new deity. he wants to ensure that everyone know why he worships you the way he does. even if you don't feel confident in your skin, he quietly reassures you that your bashfulness only adds to your charm

you're his personal model and his precious doll - plaything, if you will. after you return to his place from perusing the designer shops, he lounges back with a whiskey in hand and patiently watches you show off your latest purchases on his card. he'll ask you to spin or swap shoes to match the outfit every so often, even asking you to bend down towards him just so he can adjust your collar or hairstyle. if he gets taken aback by how stunning you look in a certain outfit, expect him to get carried away and start panic rambling - he'll explain the specifics of the material, cut or brand as his fingers roam your body with devotion and his eyes greedily drink you in. his voice gets progressively huskier throughout the show until he gets to the expensive undergarments hidden in matte bags and tissue paper - he fucks you in front of the mirror, reveling in the way the material hugs your skin and how your skin shifts as your muscles clench with every thrust

after he warmed up to you, patrick slowly realized how emotionally taxing your early encounters were on you and that you were left feeling used and roughed up afterwards. if he still makes you feel that way after he first admits his affection, definitely let him know - he might want to leave physical marks on you that linger for a week or so after, but emotional damage is the last thing he wants marring your relationship

something that resembles quiet devotion lingers in his gaze, the glint of chandeliers flashing as he quickly shakes his head and denies he was ever staring :( sure, you might not be the stereotypical 'hardbody', but you're more worth his time than all of the other whores that his cock stirs for - you're leagues better than the sluts turning tricks and actually deserve a place in his home, his bed, unlike the simple chicks he picks up from clubs. he actually respects you (though, not enough to acknowledge your independence away from him) and his silent approval - pride, even - of your actions sometimes slips through his mask

whenever you're in the room with him, there is an invisible yet tangible tension that tugs you together. the warm, compressing feeling always hones your vision onto patrick - it drowns out all of the noises and movement around you, grounding you in the all-consuming gaze of your lover. his eyes snap to yours whenever you enter the room and he instinctively feels a bulge growing in his slacks, his pupils dilating as his tongue darts out to dampen his lips. no polite conversation or mundane styling drivel is worth his time when you are in his field of view

patrick genuinely feels his blood thunder in his ears whenever the men at the table make snide remarks about your appearance or belittle you. he is absolutely disgusted at their attitudes and lack of understanding - you are his darling and you deserve to be treated as his equal, at a minimum. however, if the table murmurs about how sexy you look, he's more than willing to show you off a bit - he's proud of what's his, obviously! just don't let the boys get too bold with their 'polite' touches or they won't have fingers in the morning :<

he'll buy you a ring. not to propose, oh god no - he doesn't want to do the whole evelyn debacle again. patrick wants to simply state his territory and claim so that others would be less inclined to approach you (plus, it helps that he doesn't have to vividly daydream about it anymore - it saves brain power)

if he rushes home with dirty, damp gloves and a missing button on his overcoat, he'll forever be indebted to you if you pour him a stiff drink and prepare to call jean to postpone all events the next day

your head gets all fuzzy when his tongue drags along the line of your collarbone and his soft lips ghost down your chest - circling your nipple and threatening you with the edge of his teeth makes the edge of his mouth twist into a smirk. if you meet his gaze, his lidded eyes give away how content he is in this position, with you on top of his lap. his lips sheened with spit and your buttoned shirt yanked open make for an arousing sight

patrick is a big fan of smoking his cigars while you sloppily take his cock down your throat - he gets some sadistic pleasure from putting them out on your spit-soaked thighs, the drool hissing under the scorching heat. it's coincidentally also one of his favourite things to reminisce, running his fingers over your thighs while replaying those memories during boring social events. the scent of his expensive smoke, wafting around him in a saloon, has him drifting back to the sight of his hefty cock resting on your face - the length throbbing with every heartbeat, pearls of salty precum seeping into your soft skin and trailing in thin rivulets down the contours of cheekbone

he is a fan of sneaking a dab of his yves saint lauren perfume onto all of your formal wear, a little mark of him and something to keep you company whenever you're out at functions he's not attending

he drags you out to clubs just to dress you up and show you off under the bright, colourful flashing lights. you have his eye the entire time you're feeling yourself on the dance floor, tempting him your sensual movements from across the room - don't expect him to act on it immediately though, he's more than content to hold your gaze and sip his glass from the bar. if some sleaze dares to get handsy with you, he'll step in and guide you towards the bathroom as his fingers glide down to your lower back - he needs a bump to loosen up and not hurt every single chump eyeing you up. you're his plaything, after all.

if you spend a night at patrick's place, he'll secretly love taking showers with you - only because you help him rub in his cleansers and soaps into his skin, no other reason. certainly not that your devoted, admiring gaze make him flush and whisper his timid thanks under the steady stream of water, the noise lost in the pounding around your ears. ignore his building arousal, it'll stay there and grow even harder when he pleasures you with his tongue on the counter of his stainless-steel kitchen. you're the only one he'll kneel for, and you bet that there's a steamed-up outline of your ass on the countertop when he's done :3

despite his incessant need to fit in, he's never going to blend in while you remain by his side. you bring out that rare smile of his and that soft chuckle in public settings. you far outshine all the other, dull plus-ones at the dinner parties

you are patrick's trump card - everyone he knows either wants to be you or fuck you, they'll do anything to impress (especially if there's false hope of ending the night in bed with one or both of you)

if you're confident enough, you could be his personal little pornstar!! it makes you so giddy, the knowledge that he could show the snippets of the videos to his coworkers (who dream about getting you naked) and make them jealous of the fact that you've cum numerous times with patrick's name on your lips. the video is recorded on the best equipment of course - he can't have you on video while looking anything less than godlike on camera

he orders your favourite dishes at every restaurant, combs and brushes out your hair when you arrive at his apartment, then fucks you roughly while whispering how thankful he is for you. his babbling pleas for you to stay and praise of your existence echo in your mind for hours after, especially as he rests next to you with steady breathing

patrick leaves hickeys and bite marks all over you and while he might apologise while handing you anti-bruise supplements, know that his mind's eye is stuck on the sigh of your skin blossoming under his lips - specifically, the feeling of his teething nipping your skin and the small hum of satisfaction as he pulls away to inspect his work. if you've been good lately, he'll let you leave a hickey or mark on his chest - it's only fair after he leaves you bruised and aching in his arms the next morning :( if you've behaved to his liking, he'll share some of his japanese pear and kiwi for breakfast. you need some sugar to recoup anyway

if he's been snappy or pent up all day, he'll guilt you into taking him with minimal prep - he will snap and go feral if he's had to rein it in at work, plus the stretch feels heavenly around his thick cock

patrick had once ordered a prostitute for the two of you to experiment with - making sure they were a fair balance between your ideal types, bodywise. this plan went a little off script after the foreplay when you and patrick ended up exploring your exhibitionist sides, passionately kissing and languidly exploring each other's bodies while the hire slowly touched themselves at the sight. that precious hour or so was the easiest pay that person had ever made (you and patrick were far from unattractive), plus that champagne that you poured out was heavenly

patrick has you suck him off during skincare routines in the morning and evening, making sure to cum all down your throat. he insists it's good protein for you!! kneeling in front of the bathroom countertop has become second nature to you, the divine sight of your rugged lover above you routinely making you feel at ease

you had better be friends with his secretary jean because you'll see her a lot. if she gets jealous and her failed attempts at sleeping with him affect her capabilities, patrick will simply hire a different secretary. sure, he'll love to flaunt you and taunt them about how they aren't fucking either of you, but that's just part of his fun. he might use the empty threat of fucking you in front of the secretary as a way to keep you from acting out, but he's too possessive to have someone in a different tax bracket see you laid bare

get him spa day gift cards!! you can both spend time in private saunas or pools simply enjoying each other's presence and use the time to caress each other's bodies. use the opportunity to get a full body massage - when patrick has had a rough week, you're more than likely going to end up with a couple bruises and a few sore muscles

while he's never been the most domestic man, the image of you flitting back and forth in his pristine kitchen flicks a switch in patrick's brain. your earnest efforts of making him his breakfast bran muffins and churning his apple butter has him daydreaming of keeping you in his apartment like a pet - at his beck and call constantly, dusting his expensive furniture and preparing his meals whenever he comes home... not to mention how you'd willingly bend over or drop to your knees in a heartbeat if he so desired

if patrick is riding an adrenaline (or cocaine) high when he returns to you, be very careful and tread lightly. he may have an itch to clean his axe or handguns, polishing them until the late hours of the night. when he's in a jittery and frantic state, he isn't above having you spread out on his polished floor as something nice to look at while assembling the firearms, and he's certainly not against fucking you roughly while holding the gun to your head or body. he's even aroused by the though of you sucking off his uzi, spit-slicked metal knocking your teeth as your glistening eyes widen in fear

when you sleep next to him, he might jolt awake at night before realizing your shifting movements pose no threat to him, especially when you're locked into his arms with your soft breath brushing against his skin. when he gazes at you in these dimly lit moments, his mask slips until he feels a semblance of happiness - there's no discomfort, jealousy or boredom, he's content with you against him like this. after a long while of his breathing filling the dark room, his mind forces his walls back up and reverts him back to his usual self just as he drifts to sleep. no one can ever see him like that, see what your presence does to him... not even you

he has a penchant for fucking you infront of his toshiba 30-inch television, a porno tape or horror movie often playing. he loves the way screams - either of ecstasy or pain - fill his ears as you moan beneath him, the colours of the screen dancing on your skin. his cock always pulses just that little bit more whenever you bite his thumb and take his dick deep inside you as the film plays in the background. red is suck a sexual and raw colour after all, why not have the bright screen fill your vision as you cum on his cock? the vibrance drowns out all other stimuli, forcing you to focus on his presence in and around you

imagine the shock on evelyn's face when she shows up unannounced at patrick's place one late afternoon- he's swaying to heuy louis and the news, hands on your hips as you giggle and pour him a glass. his silk shirt loosely buttoned just covers your modesty as he soothingly rubs circles on your thigh, soft grin fading as his gaze frosts over at the sight of his betrothed. she sniffs, scandalized at the sight infront of her, and tells patrick to not bother contacting her - tim price's phone will be unplugged the moment she arrives at his place. to be honest, patrick could not care less. you're in his arms and he knows for a fact that evelyn will be over it soon - if not, there's a more suitable marriage candidate right in front of him. if you feel bad or guilty after evelyn leaves, patrick will do his best with his hands, thick cock, tongue and credit card to soothe your worries

expect patrick to leave desperate and vaguely threatening voice mail messages - his heavy, stuttered breaths echoing in your ears as the slick sounds in the background get you more and more worked up. the depraved ramblings deepen and get hoarser with each passing minute, so you'd better pray jean doesn't walk in - she isn't worthy of seeing him in such a disheveled and flushed state

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amab hcs

luis is the most understanding of patrick's work bunch - he isn't shy to defend you and be seen in public as your friend, once you are comfortable telling him your secret of course. just make sure everyone knows you're not a part of that yale thing and you'll be fine

although he isn't keen on being open about his relationship with you - for fear of his colleagues and fellow acquaintances of wall street making derogatory comments towards him, or worse, you - majority of the men already have some closeted urge to spend the night with you, yearning to take bateman's place in your bed. let's face it, the cocaine, competition and firm handshakes can only do so much to hide the growing homoerotic tensions between the coworkers. your appeal is wider than you realise, as the compliments and lingering gazes at events would have most outsiders questioning if carruthers was the only gay man present in the social circle

in large social gatherings - such as big dinner parties or company events - patrick is able to hide his hand under the table and keep a poker face while unbuttoning your fly, untucking your shirt and slowly palming you for his own amusement. his bragging of designer clothing, company roles and mentions of a nice house he procured - for you to move into, of course - easily distract the other people on the table from what's happening in their vicinity

if his j&b on the rocks isn't hitting the spot or the cigars his colleagues are smoking feel heavy in his lungs, he'll drag you into the men's room - assuming there's no one in the other stalls, of course. his fly is halfway undone by the time your knees and expensive slacks hit the tiles, his hands mussing your slicked back hair. you'd better take his cock down your throat to the best of your abilities - you don't want an audience to witness you choking and spluttering on bateman's length, do you? of course not, they'll ostracize you in a heartbeat (or so patrick says), so you had better not complain or splutter when he pinches your nose shut and shoots hot ropes down your throat

whenever patrick fucks your ass, he ensures that his mark is left on your supple skin for days later - whether it be a handprint-shaped bruise, crescent nail marks or scratches along your thighs, he needs to have you remembering how well he fucks you. as you sit down, adjust your pants or even just accidentally back into something, patrick is suddenly at the forefront of your mind

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patrick buys you the finest jewelry and nicest accessories that money can buy - the deal is that you give him handjobs with the sparkling rings on and kisses with the expensive lipstick, luxurious material framing your figure like a dream. he is especially a fan of you wearing jewels that match your eye colour or makeup - when he lifts your hand to press a polite kiss on your fingers, the glittering in your eyes matching his gifts makes his heart skip a beat

when you cockwarm him, his length is so hefty and makes you feel so stretched - the weight grounds you as you struggle to gain friction against your poor neglected clit. you always feel so full when you're perched on his lap, the girth enough to turn off your brain and make you drool. sometimes when patrick is feeling bold, he prepares your outfit for the day and ensures that you're wearing a cute little skirt for easy access :( he can be selfish sometimes, on the occasion that he solely thinks with his dick

patrick loves pushing your knees up to your chest as he fucks you deeply in missionary - the feeling of your swollen pussy lips brushing against his veiny base and your clit grinding against his pubic bone gets him more worked up than he'll ever admit

it's fairly normal to have patrick's hand drift towards your chest in the back of a taxi, his face buried in the crook of your neck. keep your noises quiet or the driver might be curious about what's happening in the backseat. his cold fingers harshly pinching and tugging at your nipples make you abruptly moan into the brisk air in the back of the car, patrick subtly palming himself to the tortured whines leaving your lips. if you make eye contact with the driver, mouth that you're sorry for patrick's behaviour and try to save your dignity by biting your lip to avoid any loud noises. if they make direct eye contact with patrick first, however, expect him to pull a smug grin and flash your breasts to the angled rear-view mirror. he might even hike up your skirts to show off your soaked, borderline see-through panties. sneak the poor driver a tip on your way out because he nearly caused an accident, losing all brain function as his blood immediately drained from his head and rushed to his cock :<

patrick buys you two little platinum charms with a necklace chain, his initials engraved on the back of the heart shaped pendant. the other little shape is an axe, the edge of the blade set with tiny red garnets!! he is main motivation for having you wear it constantly is the fact that it makes a small clinking noise as you bounce on his cock, breasts swaying and your glimmering skin making the necklace a truly beautiful sight to patrick

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ftm hcs

patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his admiring hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

if you're only just getting into wearing masculine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his man and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

you're lucky his designer boxers are easy to clean! every time he catches sight of your muscles tensing, he's undoubtedly leaking into the material. when you're stretching and your shirt rides up, when you grab something from the top shelf or even when you crouch to tie your shoelace - his cock doesn't discriminate so you'd better expect a small, darkening patch. the musk at the end of the day has such a heady rush when you kneel in front of him, his sweaty underwear mere inches from your lips. patrick swears you give his dick a heartbeat whenever you make out with his bulge and especially when you sloppily give him head :3

bateman is a huge fan of quickies with you before meetings with your mutual colleagues - he's booked for lunch after, there's no other time in his schedule to empty his heavy, full balls into you :( his favourite way to spend those precious moments is with you bent over his polished desk, expensive pants crumpled at your ankles and your precum dripping onto the carpet. he is a massive fan of teasing you by pushing his cockhead into your slick boycunt and stroking his cock, edging his length until you're whimpering from the need to be filled. he mocks you for being needy and massages his balls when he finally fills your warm hole with thick, potent ropes of cum. he leaves you unsatisfied and leaking his load for the whole meeting :( splash your face with water and try not to squirm too much in your seat - patrick's classic shit-eating grin might give away the events that transpire mere moments before you both walked into the boardroom

mtf hcs

patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

patrick keeps himself well put together and likes to treat you to manicures on shared days out. he'll ask his friend's girls for the best nail salon in the area and insists taking you. after he comes along to pick you up and pay after the set is finished, sometimes he'll immediately take your hands and hum his approval at the colour or design. other times, he'll give you his overcoat and hide your nails until you get in a private area, bathroom or the back of a car - the reveal of your new nails when you slowly stroke his cock, spit slicked hand glistening, makes his eyes roll back in pleasure. your heated gaze and slightly flushed face makes him grin, happy that you're willing to drool on his cock and flaunt his money proudly. the perfect girl, in his opinion :>

if you're only just getting into wearing feminine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his girl and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

patrick's favourite evening activity is fucking you in a mating press - his cock filling you and hitting that deep spot inside you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he loves the sight of your girldick bouncing on your tummy and the shine of your dribbling arousal smearing on your skin. nothing beats a relaxed evening with your tight hole warming his throbbing length

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thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

[forgetmenotnympho]

patrick zweig

is 22 years old and swears he's the funniest man alive

has mysterious scars on his upper thighs. don't ask him about it.

who's hair is almost always messy as if he just rolled out of bed (he probably did)

started out by making poor quality videos on youtube, he was probably a pretty popular creator on vine

loves his lazy t-shirt and jeans combo, it always looks good

who has small beauty marks that litter his body

unironically has slipped on a banana peel once

keeps a pair of sunglasses tucked in his shirt just in case it's sunny (or incase he makes an ill-timed joke and gets punched in the face. what? it happens.)

always keeps a lighter on his person

has a bit about sports and how unathletic he is even though he has a pretty decent workout routine

who's been concussed once, he doesn't remember what happened because he was drunk, but someone probably has the video

has insomnia, but when he does sleep he sleeps like a rock

keeps a pen on him and will write joke ideas down on literally anything

has definitely written his number on hands and signed a girls tits or a guy's forehead before

almost cried on stage once. never did that bit again

loves bringing volunteers up for a bit. more often then not the person'll get a kiss

tags?

@nozhdyved @imurmommynowbitch

𐔌 . ⋮ bye ty .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

[filthyslashertoad]

Slasher First Date Headcannons

Oh yeah guys, guess who’s adding more characters! ME!!!! So…introducing…PETER STRAHM AND… MARK HOFFMAN!!!! (air horn noises)

Also just to be clear I’m writing for lestat and Louis from the movie NOT THE TV SHOW(It’s just not that good imo)

Peter Strahm

Is a hopeless romantic that 100% believes in love at first sight.

Talks way too much and gets very passionate when sharing his own interests.

Is the type to bring you multiple different flowers because he wasn't sure what you'd like.

Prefers first dates to be at restaurants or cafes.

Mark Hoffman

Is an asshole to you the first time he meets you because he thinks that it counts as flirting?

Quickly becomes absolutely enamored by you and wants to know everything about you.

The day after he definitely finds you walking down the street and blares his sirens to get your attention and say some cheesy pickup line to ask you out on another date.

Michael Myers

The closest you're gonna get to a first date with him is him showing up at your house and eating all of your food while staring at you from a nearby hallway.

Don't expect a first date kiss, but do expect a sentimental staring contest before he leaves.

Amanda Young

Your first date was probably being in a jigsaw trap she either made for you or both of you being in the same trap. (She doesn't have much of a social life)

Quickly becomes attached to you and goes out of her way to make you survive the trap.

Bo Sinclair

Hits on you when you pass through the town and invites you to have a picnic on his lunch break(Which consists of beer, crackers, a few blueberries, beer, and hotdogs)

Tells you all about mechanic stuff and some of the prettier parts of the town.

After lunch, he invites you to go out with him if you're passing through(fixes your car for free).

Vincent Sinclair

Teaches you how to make candles and mini wax figurines. (It's harder than it looks)

Makes a tiny doll version of you and him and gives them to you.

Not much talking happens during the date(obviously) but he makes up for it with hand gestures.

Patrick Bateman

Hears one of his buddies talking about you and how beautiful you are and automatically decides he needs you to be his girlfriend.

Pulls out the nines, I'm talking Dior suit, Givenchy shoes, and he even buys new hair gel before your date so he looks as fresh as possible.

Will most likely talk almost the entire date about his accomplishments while using business jargon.

Lestat(Interview with a Vampire)

Most likely had the intention of seducing you to suck your blood but realized that you had more to you than what seemed.

Invites you to go to the opera with him and Louis but ends up taking you to a much more secluded section of the opera house.

Wants to turn you into a vampire on the first date(I don't even know what base that reaches)

Louis(Interview with a Vampire)

Isn't much of a romantic(anymore) so it's more so a deep conversation shared between the two of you in a beautiful garden.

Asks you what it's like to be human and what you admire about life.

Gives you a bouquet of his favorite roses as a surprise.

Michael Emerson

Wants to really really impress you so he takes you to a bunch of places that are "hidden" and brings a bunch of snacks. (Doesn't mind also going to see a movie)

Definitely tries to kiss you on the first date.

After your date Sam teases him all night about his crush on you.

[lqveharrington]

Simple | S.C.

Summary: first date with Sodapop Curtis <3

Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x fem!reader

Includes: just cutesy, fluffy, couple things, your sister’s name is Andrea, Steve and your sister getting frustrated when the two of you are oblivious

a/n: the Sabrina carpenter divider works for Sodapop, lol

A month since school let out, you and Soda have been hanging around one another a lot more than you usually did over the summer. Maybe because you were finally free from the shackles of Will Rogers High School or maybe it was because Soda kept calling you over to spend time with him at the DX or at home, but it seemed like every waking hour the two of you were next to each other.

Truthfully, you and Soda used to hang out anywhere and everywhere when you were younger. But ever since Soda dropped out and began working full time at the DX, there was barely time for you to ever speak with him. So over summer, you would typically spend most of your time at the DX or the Curtis house hold, not caring about the intense smell of gasoline or being deep on the East side of Tulsa.

But this year, you spent more time with him than usual. Neither of you noticed the difference, but every one else around you did.

The first one to notice was Steve. Of course he did, he worked with Soda every day.

He would watch in amusement every time he caught Soda fumbling over his words or caught you tucking and untucking strands of your hair in nervousness. He saw how in love the two of you were. Hell, whenever you came by, Soda practically ran over and enveloped you in a hug, spinning you around while you laughed. Steve didn't understand how the two of your were only friends.

“Just ask her on a date already.” Steve would always complain after you left the DX, tapping his fingers on the counter in annoyance.

And everyday Soda would reply with, “Mind your own damn business.”

“Your business is my damn business!” Steve would huff and run his fingers through his greased hair, shaking his head at Soda’s stubbornness. “And I’m saying you ask her out before someone else tries to steal her.”

The second person to notice was your older sister. And of course she noticed. Andrea always had to drive you to the DX or Curtis house because you didn’t have your stupid license, it was just her job.

But she didn’t mind. She saw how happy you would get whenever you saw the middle Curtis brother. It was like a switch flipped in you that only he could trigger. Your smile became brighter and your demeanor would instantly light up.

Most days Andrea would tease you about it, watching your cheeks tint a dark pink in amusement. On other days, she would try to get you to ask him on a date rather than wait for him to make the first move.

“Are you crazy?” You would reply as you hopped into her car, looking at her like she was going insane.

“Oh, please, he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing on Earth. If neither of you do anything, it’s hopeless.” Andrea would scoff and begin the drive back home, not missing the way you would mess with your necklace in thought.

And that’s how you and Soda asked each other on a date at the same damn time.

You and Soda were on the broken sidewalk at the park, making the trek back to your house when you both decided it was finally time to make a move. Granted, you were both talking about one of the cheesy romance movies you both saw a couple weeks ago with the gang.

“Would you—“

“Are you—“

You both flushed bright red before you nodded for him to finish his sentence, holding back a smile when he stumbled over his words. Seeing such a confident man confuse his own words was a sight to see, not that you were complaining or making fun of him.

In fact, you thought it was quite sweet.

“Are you— I mean, if you wanted to— Or, I meant are, available tomorrow night? It’s okay if you aren’t, I just thought it would be nice— Not that you aren’t nice, but it’s— well, it would be great if we went out for dinner. Like, on a date— We would be on a date.” Soda finished, his ears burning red as he scratched the back of his neck and silently cursed himself for how stupid he sounded.

Your own face felt like it was an even darker shade of red as you absorbed his words, twiddling with your fingers. You just prayed it was dark enough outside that he couldn’t see the deep blush on your face.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Soda.” You said softly, watching his eyes light up at your answer.

“Really?” He grinned and grabbed your arms in excitement, earning a laugh from you.

“Yes, really.” You tease and squeal when he pulls you into a hug, spinning you around fast enough that your feet was off the ground. When he finally put you back down, you smiled brightly. “I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

“How perfect.” He cupped your face and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, voice mumbled as he spoke. “You’re perfect.”

Although you’ve been out with Sodapop several times, this would be the first time you’d go out together on a date, causing your nerves to skyrocket. You had probably changed outfits ten times before settling on a pretty white sundress your mother had bought you earlier that summer. You never thought you would have a use for it until now.

“How do I look?” You ask your sister as you enter the living room, cardigan in hand as you spin to show her the outfit.

“You look great.” Andrea stuck up a thumb in your general direction, not bothering to look away from the television.

You frown and tug your cardigan on, messing with the loose strings in annoyance. “You’re not even looking.”

“Okay, I’m looking now.” She rolled her eyes and shifted from her spot on her couch, eyeing you up and down like you wanted her to. Andrea sent you a sly smirk, watching your cheeks tint pink as she whistled. “Look at you all dolled up for the Curtis boy. You’ll be fine, he’s seen you in everything.”

“Not helpful.” You mutter and look into the stained mirror beside you, tugging on the dress like you could somehow transform it into something better.

Sure you lived in the better part of the wrong side of the tracks, but it didn’t mean you were any better than the rest of the folks living there. Sometimes your shoes were too big or your shirt was too small, but your family worked hard to be where you were now for you to take it for granted. It’s just…

What if you weren’t good enough for Soda?

You stared at yourself and wondered how the date would even go. Andrea had nailed it into your heard that you already acted like you were dating, so what would change between the two of you? It wasn’t like—

Knock knock knock!

“I got it.” You call out before pulling the front door open to reveal a huge bouquet of flowers being presented. It was a mixture of so many different kinds and colors that you were shocked in the best way possible. “Oh, wow…”

Soda handed them to you, his ever-so charming smile on display just for you. “Do you like ‘em? They caught my eye on the way here and they reminded me of you.”

You thumb the petals of a pink rose as you held the bouquet to your chest, voice filled with so much emotion. “I love them, Soda. Let me just put these away and we can head out.”

He nodded and patiently waited by the doorway, heart racing in excitement before your sister showed up in front of him. Soda knew your sister was overprotective, hell, Darry was overprotective as well, but Andrea looked like she could beat the living crap out of him with one look.

Her eyes narrowed at the boy in front of her, “Hey, Sodapop Curtis.”

“Hi—“

“What are your intentions with my sister?” She cut him off and crossed her arms, doing what her father had done to her own boyfriend’s first date.

Soda opened his mouth and shut it before answering truthfully, his face flushing pink at his own words. “For now see what happens on our date. If all goes well, date her for a while and then propose. Preferably when I know she’s ready.”

Andrea looked at him up and down before humming, “Good answer, Curtis, good answer.”

“What are you doing?” You crease your brows when you find your sister standing at the doorway with a please smile plastered on her face, making you wary about anything she might have said or done.

“Nothing.” She sent you a cheeky smile and watched you leave the house with Soda, your hand automatically slipping into his calloused one. “Hey! Keep your hands to yourself, pal!”

“Andrea!” You whip around, face red in embarrassment as you feel Soda tense beside you, his hand squeezing yours.

She leaned against the door frame and watched you shake your head as she spoke, “Bring her back before 12 AM. If not, I will find you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Soda swallowed thickly before opening the car door for you and quietly murmuring in your direction, “Okay, I thought you said your sister wanted us to date.”

You waited for him to step inside the car before responding, smile turned up in amusement as he pulled out of your driveway. “She does, she’s just… Concerned I guess? No one has ever taken me out on a real date before.”

“No?” He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, shocked that no one had the thought of ever asking you out before.

You shook your head and picked at your dress once more, keeping your eyes trained on the cracked road ahead. “Nope.”

“Well, everyone missed out.” Soda noted and signaled to the right, finally facing your properly. “You look gorgeous by the way.”

“Thank you.” You smile fondly and meet his eyes, smoothing your hands down your dress to stop your fidgeting. “You don’t look half bad yourself, Curtis.”

He clicked his tongue as he shifted his focus back on the road, letting his hand rest of the gear shift. “I should be offended after giving you such a pretty compliment.”

You laughed at his reaction and sighed softly, admiring him from the passenger seat. He truly was beautiful in his own Curtis way. You’ve known their family for as long as you lived and knew their genes were immaculate, but Sodapop Curtis was like a Greek god. You had known so many women to come to the DX just to catch a glimpse of him, but none of them were personally invited.

Only you were.

This was everything you both ever wanted. The flirting, the flushed faces, the underlying jealousy whenever someone spoke to the other—everything tumbled together and led to this very moment. The moment where you could sit and admire Soda from his passenger seat as he drove the two of you to your date.

“You’re staring.” Soda pointed out and let a smirk take over his face, feeling the warmth from your gaze on his cheek.

You hum and shot him the prettiest smile you could conjure, “It’s hard not to when someone as beautiful as you is taking me on a date.”

Soda pulled into a parking spot right below the glowing red sign, his hand coming up to tuck a stray piece of hair away from your face. “You know, we actually need to make it to dinner before we jump the gun, right?”

“Oh, shut up.” You laugh again and push his face away, grinning brightly when he rushed out of the car and to your side, holding his hand out for you. “What a gentleman, Soda.”

“Only for you.” He sent you a lopsided grin and laced his hand with yours as you stepped out of his car. He pulled you close to him, voice full of truth and pure admiration. “In all honesty, you do look stunning.”

“Thank you.” You smile sheepishly and thank him once more when he opened the door for you, eyes fixated on him.

The inside of the diner was nothing fancy or special. It was on the boundary of the tracks, so both sides tended to find themselves here whenever they had a date with their beloved. It was respectable enough for the socs, but still roughed up for the greasers to come and infiltrate every once in a while.

You and Soda found a booth by the jukebox, sitting beside one another instead of the traditional across from each other. The red seats were tattered and the floor was sticky with residue, but neither of you cared.

If you told anyone at the diner that it was your first date together, they would be pleasantly shocked.

You two were so close in proximity that some of the older couples found you both intoxicating sweet while couples your age rolled their eyes in disgust and jealousy. All you and Soda would talk about was stories and memories that neither of you knew just yet. Granted, it was rare since you both knew so much about each other.

Yet it was all whispers and giggles to everyone else.

When the food came around, the two of you took turns speaking, the other always enthralled about whatever the topic or story was. It could be about a really boring day and you could both keep the conversation going.

“You can’t be serious.” You press your forehead on his shoulder, suppressing a laugh at how crude his breakfast always was. “That’s a terrible, Soda.”

“Chocolate cake is good.” He protested and poked you with a French fry, laughing when you took it from him. “You need to try it one day.”

“Eggs, chocolate cake, and chocolate milk? I think I’m good.” You grin and pat his chest, thanking the waiter when he placed one chocolate milk shake down on the table. “You gonna drink this with egg too, Curtis?”

“Shut up.” Soda smiled and took a sip from one of the straws, eyes meeting yours when you also took a sip from the shake. His smile grew before he pulled away, resting his chin in his hands. “Is it weird that this isn’t our first time doing this?”

“Nah.” You attempt to copy his stronger accent, laughing when he scrunched his nose. “It’s not weird at all. It’s just different.”

“How so?” He swirled his straw subconsciously, looking at you with so much adoration that you felt like you had a cavity coming in.

You lean in closer, copying his stance with the same look in your eyes. “Because we’re eating together on a date, not as friends.”

Soda grinned and shook his head, face warming at the sight of you. “I think I like it better as a date.”

“I think so too.” You sip on the shake once more, not caring that your smile never left your face the second Soda came to pick you up at your house or that you were acting so in love.

The rest of dinner became a small game. It was unspoken of course, but you both saw the temptation. Whoever broke the barrier first and kissed the other lost, and you were both very competitive people. Your eyes kept darting down to his lips with every word he spoke and his eyes drifted to your lips whenever you laughed.

It was torture.

By the time Sodapop had driven you home, the sun had already set and the stars highlighted your faces brightly. Neither of you had broken just yet, but the yearning behind both your eyes spoke louder than anything else.

“I had fun.” You say softly as you move to stand in front of him, hair blowing slightly from the wind.

Soda was leaning on the front of his car, smiling down at you with his hands light on your waist. The head beams of his car was on, leaving the two of you as a black silhouette.

“Yeah?” He traced circles on your waist, the fabric of your dress soft under his touch.

You nod and pretend to wipe a stain off his shirt, resting your hands in his chest. “Yeah…”

Soda carefully moved one hand up to your cheek, thumbing the area. His voice was quiet when he spoke, careful not to break the barrier of infatuation currently housing the two of you.

“Can I kiss you yet? Or are ya still teasing me?”

“Do whatever you want.” You grin happily before finding yourself pulled into a loving kiss, letting your hands gently tug on the collar of his shirt.

He brought his other hand up to cup both your cheeks, deepening the kiss ever so slightly before the slam of your front door on your porch scared the living shit out of the both of you.

“Sodapop Patrick Curtis, you better keep your hands and lips to yourself!” Andrea yelled from the door and eyed the boy almost sneeringly, making you stifle a laugh with the back of your hand. “You get in the house missy. You’re waking up early to see this boy in the morning anyway.”

You roll your eyes in amusement before turning your attention back to the person your shared your very first kiss with, nothing but love filling the space between the two of you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Curtis.”

“I better.” He laced a hand with yours and snuck one last kiss to your lips before Andrea could yell once more. “Tell your sister hi for me.”

“She’d hate you for that.” You tease and squeeze his hand. You looked up at him and smile, “Thank you again, Soda. I dare say this is my favorite memory of us.”

“Simple and effective.” Soda said softly. “I’ll see ya later, gorgeous.”

You wave as you step up into the house, still smiling like a fool.

Yeah, you loved Sodapop Curtis.

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