a/n: if anyone remembers, i posted this a while back and had so much drama with it, and i forgot about it until just now 😂
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taron
- you and taron were watching his younger sisters for the night while his mom and step-dad went out to dinner and a movie. although you were planning to have a lazy night in with just taron, you didn’t mind watching his sisters. they were so sweet and saw you as a big sister already.
“alright, loves! time for bed!” taron calls out, gathering the two young girls in for a hug.
“say goodnight to (y/n),” he instructs them, pushing them towards you. sitting on the couch with your arms open, one by one you give them a hug, bidding them goodnight and watching them run upstairs, taron following.
“i’ll be down in a few, love. pick out a movie and would you mind making some popcorn?” you smile and agree, going into the kitchen to start the snack.
after the popcorn was done and the movie was picked out, you passed the time by playing on your phone. finally, taron quietly made his way down the steps with an apologetic expression on his face.
“sorry that took so long. they wanted a bedtime story about how we met and, well, i got carried away,” he tells you shyly. you giggle and curl up into his body as he plops down on the couch beside you, crawling under the cover with you.
“you’re too cute.”
about an hour into the movie, one of his sisters came down the stairs, holding a stuffed animal and rubbing her eyes.
“my sweet mary, what’s wrong?” taron cooes as the young girl trudges over to you two.
“the storm is scaring me,” she murmurs, cuddling into taron’s chest. he rubs her back comfortingly and leans back into the couch.
“it’s okay. you can stay with us until it passes, okay?” she nods and closes her eyes to try and fall asleep. taron’s eyes dart over to you with another sorry look on his face.
‘i’m sorry,’ he mouths to you. you shake your head, silently telling him not to be sorry for wanting to care for his sister.
dennis
- you were fast asleep next to dennis, and even though you were usually a heavy sleeper, dennis’ shaking body and soft whimpers were enough to wake you up.
“den, what’s wrong, hun?” you mumble sleepily. dennis shakes his head while staring out the window, watching the storm rain down onto your home.
“‘m fine, go back to sleep, love.” sitting up, you notice he has the covers pulled up to his nose and his cheeks were shiny with fresh tears.
“dennis, is it the storm?” you wonder, scooting closer towards him. he doesn’t say anything, which confirms your thought.
“you know you can tell me anything.” he nods and finally looks at you.
“the thunder reminds me of when my dad used to destroy the house in an angry rage. i can remember from my childhood, sitting in my room and hearin’ him flip the couch over and knock over bookshelves. the th-, the thunder sounds exactly like that.” your heart breaks as you listen to dennis explain what he grew up with. you never knew the extent of his dad’s abuse, you just knew that his father was awful.
“come here, baby. everything will be okay,” you whisper against his forehead.
“you want me to put some music on to drown the sound out?” he thinks for a moment before shaking his head.
“will you just talk with me, about anythin’ to keep me distracted until it passes?”
“of course, my love. what do you want to talk about?”
“when was the moment you realized that you wanted to marry me?”
eggsy
- a low rumble sounded outside the house, causing eggsy to look up from his laptop and to you.
“wha’ was that?” he wonders, eyes wide with fear. you shake your head and go back to watching tv.
“probably just thunder, bub. it’s nothing.”
“but what if that was another explosion and it was at my mum’s?” eggsy’s voice was filled with horror. ever since the unfortunate events that killed his friends, colleagues, and JB, thunder has terrified him. usually, the thunder comes after the rain, and it’s frequent, so he knows it’s just thunder. but now, it was starting before, which got eggsy thinking differently.
“call her and check in, yeah? i’m sure it’s just thunder, but do that and make sure she’s okay.” he nods and frantically picks his phone up, dialing his mom’s number. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth when he hears her voice, his body relaxing as he sees that his mom and sister are safe.
“you better?”
“a little.” you go back to doing your own things, until the storm starts to get worse. about twenty minutes later, eggsy sets his laptop on the table and crawls over to you, falling into your lap.
“hey, bub.”
“can we cuddle for a little while?’ he asks shyly. you agree and hold him close, running your fingertips up and down his back to keep him calm.
“it’s gonna be alright, eggsy. the storm will pass and you’ll be okay,” you whisper against his forehead. he takes a deep breath shakily and glances up at you.
“i fuckin’ love you so much.”
dean
- you and dean recently moved to chicago after everything with the BBC went to hell. sydney and joe stayed in Los Angeles, but dean needed to get away from it all.
chicago seemed like a perfect fit for the both of you. you liked that it was right on the lake, and there were so many business jobs in the city for dean to choose from.
moving from the west coast to the midwest took some getting used to. winter was very much a season here, compared to sunny california, where it was summer year round with 50 degree weather in the winter. the storms were also something that was different. sure, it rained in LA, but there were rarely tornadoes.
one night, a storm got particularly nasty and the sirens ended up going off. terrified and not knowing what to do, you ran to dean, who sat at the kitchen table, working on an upcoming presentation for work.
“what the hell do we do, dean?!” you run to him, years beginning to stream down your cheeks. upon realizing your fear, he calmly stands up and takes you into the bathroom.
“we stay in here until the sirens stop. we would go to a basement, but seeing as we live in an apartment, there isn’t one. and the next best thing is to sit in the tub, in a bathroom with no windows. we’ll be fine. the sirens mean that there was a spotting of a tornado somewhere, but it doesn’t mean it will stay strong enough. it’ll most likely die down and pass by.” dean’s voice soothed you enough to calm down, although tears still fell down your cheeks.
“we’ll be okay.”
“we should’ve never moved to where tornadoes are common,” you mumble. dean chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“tornadoes can happen anywhere, my sweet. and i thought you love here so far?”
“i do, but i’ve never been in a storm this bad.”
“oh, honey. i told you, we’ll be fine. i promise you, okay?”
“okay.”
liam
- “baby, where are you?” liam calls out into the dark room. he noticed you weren’t in the bed beside him and he immediately grew worried. but, once he noticed the storm raging right outside of his window, he understood.
you’ve always hated storms, and when they woke you up, you could never get back to sleep. so, you always sat on the couch and had some tea to help calm you down. but, since you were at liam’s house, you had no idea where he kept the tea, if he had any.
“love, what are you doin’ out of bed?” liam mumbles, rubbing his eyes as he makes his way over to you. he takes a seat next to you, wrapping his arms around your body.
“the storm woke me up,” you whisper, shaking a bit when thunder roars outside. liam rubs your arms, gently rock in you back and forth.
“why didn’t you wake me?”
“i’m usually fine after i have tea and sit on my couch, but i didn’t know where you keep it, if you have any.”
“oh darling, you should’ve told me! i would’ve been happy to make you some.” liam doesn’t wait for your response, instead he gets up and runs to the kitchen, quickly making you a cup of tea.
“babe, you wanna come help me? i don’t know how you like it.” you stand and make your way to the kitchen, seeing liam standing there, waiting for the cup to cool down. after you add whatever you needed to, liam walks back to the living room with you.
“you’re usually fine with rain, is it the thunder and lightning?” he wonders, returning to the same spot you two were in before.
“yeah, plus the wind. it was shaking the house so bad and that’s what terrifies me.”
“i’m sorry, love. if there’s ever a storm, don’t hesitate to wake me up. i want to help you, okay?” you nod and lean your head on his shoulder, relishing in the comfort and warmth of his body.
“i have an idea that may help take your mind off the storm,” liam says cheekily. you set your empty cup on the coffee table and look at him, waiting for his idea.
“how about a little make out session?” he raises an eyebrow, slowly leaning in for a kiss. a giggle escapes your lips as you give in, laying back on the couch with liam hovering over you.
A/N: So i have been slacking in writing at the moment and i feel so goddamn frustrated as i want to provide you guys with fics but every time i look at a draft, ready to write i just stall until i just lose inspiration. I am so sorry for the drop in activity however i will try to post a bit more!
Requests are open and feedback is highly appreciated!
“Hurry up babe, i’m freezing here.” Liam called from his place in my bed as i finished up in the bathroom. I walked out to see him sat against the pillows with the duvet tucked around his waist and my laptop in front of him displaying the end credits of the film we had been watching.
He spotted me and quickly shifted over so i could crawl under the soft coverings. Once i was settled against his side, Liam pulled my body even further to his with his arm around my shoulders. The same warm feeling i always got when cuddling with is began to set in, bringing me pure bliss.
Liam lent over and placed my laptop on the floor and the two of us snuggled down into the bed. I felt his fingers lightly dance across my upper arm while his head rested on mine. Despite the room being dark from the absence of my room lighting, his face was still in good view thus allowing my to lose myself into a gaze and wonder how someone can be so handsome yet so soft.
“Staring again?” He smirked down at me.
I nodded against his shoulder and left a kiss. “Can you blame me Li, you are pretty damn fine.”
His chest rumbled with a soft chuckle as he pushed hair away from my face. “Says you, the most gorgeous girl on campus, who by the way is insanely intelligent too.”
Liam and I had met after i helped him catch up on his courses during a lecture neither one of us really wanted to attend. We had been going strong for over a year now and i could whole-heartedly say that my fondness for him grows even stronger as we progress.
“Very cheesy but i love you.” I whispered into his ear and left a kiss just under his lobe.
His hand moved to my cheek pushing my face level to his and pressed his lips against mine in a deep and loving kiss that made my heart melt. My own hand made it’s way into the hair at the base of his scalp, cupping his head so he knew not to pull away.
Once we finally broke apart he whispered, “I love you too.” We settled back down, my head on his chest, his arm holding my body close to his, and allowed sleep to to us over.
a/n: i got inspired the other night 🤪 hope you like!! also, i took out eddie and replaced him with liam :) i love taron as liam, he’s so adorable. sorry to disappoint, but i’ve been wanting to write for him for months :) robin’s isn’t the best, btw
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taron
- taron was finally home after a long tour of promoting his first movie, Kingsman: The Secret Service. since this was his first big press tour, everything is so new to him and a bit overwhelming.
sure, he has been in a few tv shows and a movie so far, but this movie is the biggest thing in his career so far. and although he had a great time, he was happy to be back with you.
you decided to spend the afternoon together in your home, catching up, watching movies, and enjoying some pizza.
around nine, the pizza is now long gone, and you are on your third movie. but, you were distracted by something else. while taron was focused on the movie, you were focused on him. you are taking every single one of his features in, from the mole on his neck to his soft yet defined jawline, his slightly full cheeks, his perfect nose, everything.
since you were so caught up in your fixation for your boyfriend, you hadn’t realized that he was now looking right back at you.
“something on my face, love?” he wonders, reaching up to rub his cheeks and forehead. you shake your head and smile up at him, peering onto his green eyes.
“just taking your handsomeness in. i’ve missed you these past couple months,” you say. he returns the smile and leans down to softly kiss you.
“you’re too cute. i missed you as well. maybe for my next press tour you can come with me.” your eyebrows raise in question, thinking it over for a little.
“i’d love to. if your agency and team don’t mind.” taron rolls his eyes playfully and pulls you closer.
“i don’t care if they do. you’re coming with me no matter what.”
dennis
- this afternoon had been a rough one for you and dennis. while he was at work and you were at your own home, a fire broke out in your bathroom. you forgot that you lit a candle, and it got too close to a towel sitting nearby. dennis and the rest of white watch were the ones to arrive and put it out, thankfully just in time the fire could reach into the living room any more.
dennis was a mess after he found out it was your apartment, and because of that, kev let him go home early. dennis brought you back to his flat with him and made sure you were comfortable and okay. you were still pretty shaken up and dennis could sense that.
he ran you a bath, and after you were settled in and comfy, he made you some dinner. after all that, he gave you a massage to relax you even more. once you felt a little better, you two laid down together, just cuddling and talking quietly about things. eventually, you fell asleep, but dennis had yet to feel tired.
his mind was racing with worst case scenarios. he wondered what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been able to get out of the flat in time, what would’ve happened if the crew hadn’t arrived when they did. tears fell down the side of his face as he kept his eyes on you. his hand cradled your cheek gently, thumb rubbing your cheek, temple, and forehead.
after a forty-five minute nap, you awoke, stirring a bit. opening your eyes, you come face to face with dennis, the same position you fell asleep in. and dennis was still staring at you. you smile and move slightly closer.
“have you been awake this whole time?” you wonder. the blush that rushes to his cheeks is a dead giveaway.
“just been admirin’ you. was so scared that i was gonna lose you today.” his voice was filled with horror and sadness as he pulls you closer to him. you feel his lips press against your forehead and you hum happily.
“i’ll always have you to protect me, den. no need to worry,” you mumble into his shoulder.
“just happy that you’re safe and still here with me.”
eggsy
- eggsy had taken a liking towards you ever since he first laid eyes on you during the first meeting with the new recruits. there was something about you that he just adored so much, but after merlin told everyone the strict “no dating fellow agents” rule, he was discouraged. he knew nothing would ever happen, and that hurt him.
one night, the six remaining recruits, including you and eggsy, were all lying down and settling in for bed. you sat with your australian shepherd, daisy, reading a book to try and make yourself sleepy. but, the feeling of someone staring at you had captured your attention. you look up to where you feel the stare and find eggsy’s bright eyes. you see jb sat next to him, wondering what his owner was so fixated on.
“something wrong?” you ask quietly as to not wake the others. he takes a deep breath and shakes his head, but you can tell something is on his mind.
“wanna take a walk around the building?” you ask this time. he thinks for a moment before nodding, throwing his covers to the side and joining you by the door. quietly, you two sneak out of the room and begin to walk side by side. it’s a little awkward at first, but eggsy finally breaks that after a minute or so.
“ever since i first saw you, i couldn’t help but think of how adorable you are. but, after merlin told us that fuckin’ rule, it’s ruined my chances with you,” he admits, keeping his eyes on the ground. you glance up at him and smile softly.
“really? because i thought the same thing.” his eyes meet yours and a grin appears on his lips. slowly, you two come to a stop in front of each other. eggsy was too nervous, so you made the first move by reaching up and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“screw merlin,” you tell him. his cheeky grin turns into a sly smirk.
“i’d rather screw you, darlin’.”
dean
- dean had been trying to get clean from drugs and it wasn’t going well for him. he was very sick and weak, which of course prompted you to take care of him. you didn’t mind, it gave you an excuse to cuddle and make sure he was getting healthier.
but, getting sober isn’t exactly an easy and painless process. dean has been much more agitated, more aggressive, more sensitive. it’s been tough for both of you, but he’s pushing through it and is now three weeks sober.
you thought the mood swings, random outbursts, and angry rants would stop at this point. but no, dean was still acting like that. one night in particular, you were a little more worried about his health, which of course pissed him off. he began yelling and screaming at you, but you didn’t react; you knew this wasn’t him and that he didn’t mean anything. the small episode ended in dean sitting on the far end of the couch, away from you, under a blanket.
you keep your eyes on his sleeping figure, just to make sure he didn’t randomly start shaking, convulsing, or get sick. he looked so ill and weak, it worried you to no end.
as you continue to stare at his pale face, dean slowly opens his eyes, the anger and agitation washed away now. he sees the concerned look on your face and he immediately feels awful. you look away when he catches you, distracting yourself with your hands.
dean, now in a regretful mood, crawls from his current spot over to you. he plops down next to your body and curls into you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbles, a couple tears falling down his cheek. you wrap an arm around him and hold him close to you, rubbing his back and shoulder.
“it’s okay, dean. i know you didn’t mean it.” he nods against you.
“i love you so much. thank you for taking care of me when i don’t deserve it.”
“don’t say that. addiction is a disease, and i’m going to take care of you just like i would if you had the flu.”
“still, i don’t deserve it, and i don’t deserve you.”
liam
- when you got the call that liam was in the hospital, in a coma, you were terrified. you weren’t told what happened or if he would be okay, just that he is still breathing, and they don’t know when he’ll wake up from the coma. of course, you arrived at the hospital as soon as you could.
they told you you couldn’t wait in the room until he was conscious, but one nurse snuck you in because she saw how distraught you were in the waiting room.
the room was dark besides a light behind his bed, giving a soft glow to the room. you had a cover over your body as you curled up in the chair next to his bed. you slept for a short time, but you were too scared for liam to sleep more; you wanted to be awake when he comes out of the coma.
but, it has been a couple days and there has yet to be any progress. you had gone home for a short time, but returned back to liam’s bedside.
five days have now passed, and still nothing. you were starting to worry even more at this point, and you wondered if he would even wake up at all.
after a week, the best case scenario happened.
you were sat back in your chair, cover thrown over your body. you had fallen asleep, since it was around three in the morning. liam, however, has been awake for ten minutes or so. he took this time to remember how beautiful he thinks you are, taking in your exhausted form.
at that same moment, you had woken back up, a huge smile breaks out on your lips as you stand up from your spot.
“you’re finally awake,” you announce happily. he chuckles and moves a bit.
“how long have i been out?” he weakly asks.
“a week. i was so scared you weren’t gonna wake up. i’ve been here since you were admitted.” his eyes widen a little, as much as he could open them, and gasps softly.
“you’ve been sitting in that chair for an entire week?” he seemed more concerned for your well-being than the fact that he was out for a week. you nod and squeeze his hand, bringing it up to your lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.
“well you don’t have to worry anymore. i’ll be okay, i promise. now come and cuddle with me in this bed. it’s probably much more comfortable than that chair.”
“i missed you, bub,” you whisper against his chest. he laughs softly and holds you closer.
“i’m here now, love. i’m here.”
robin
- “how could you be so stupid!” rob yelled at you as he dragged you into his manor. there had been a fight in the town, and you being a tough person, had to get in the middle of it. but, that resulted in you being shot with an arrow, right in the middle of your leg.
“i just wanted to help my town! don’t tell me off for being brave enough to do so!” rob huffs angrily and sets you on his bed, running off to get his cleaning supplies. once he returned, he lifted your skirt and began to clean the wound.
“this wouldn’t have happened if you had just stayed out of the way,” he tells you. your eyes roll dramatically, then you hiss out when he presses too hard on your leg.
“i just said don’t tell me off,” you spit. rob stays quiet while he finishes the process. you are exhausted from the pain at this point, so when robin finishes securing the bandages, you pass out.
after rob cleans up, he returns back to your side, pulling you into his arms. he stays there for a short while before john calls for him. and as much as he doesn’t want to leave you, he has to.
robin returned soon after sunset, and he was a bit scared when he found you still asleep. he ran right to your side and and held your hand. he first checked your injury, quickly changing the bandages.
you stir a little, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings. you don’t remember falling asleep, but the pain shooting through your leg is a reminder of what happened. you open your eyes and find rob sitting right next to you, his shining eyes gazing right into yours.
“hi,” you murmur, turning on your side to face him better. he offers a small grin and leans down to kiss your forehead.
“you gave me a scare earlier. i didn’t know if you fell asleep because of exhaustion or blood loss. i’m happy that you’re awake.” you return his smile and reach up to stroke his cheek.
a/n: if you didn’t see my post, i updated this character list. i have removed both eddie and robin, and have included liam :) hope you all are okay with the change, it’s been easier for me tbh bc i could never write well for either of them. anyways, hope you like this one!! in my opinion, i don’t think these are the greatest, so sorry :|
warnings: liam’s is a little steamy
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taron
- you and taron had been on a few dates so far, and everything was going great. he is a super sweet guy and so caring, and you could see this blossoming into a relationship.
because of his sweet nature, he had yet to kiss you. and every time you went on a date, all you could think about was kissing his perfect lips and imagining what they felt like. but, you knew the right time would come, and you wanted to wait for the perfect moment instead of asking awkwardly.
that time came on your fifth date, about a month since you two have been seeing each other. he took you to a laid-back diner, one that he went to all the time since he was a kid. the food was amazing, the dessert was even better, and now you two were walking through the park that was nearby. considering it was close to eight at night, there wasn’t anyone else there. there was a slight breeze, which caused you to shiver.
“you cold?” taron asks, although he knew the answer. almost immediately, his jacket was off his body and he was draping it over your shoulders.
“thank you,” you say softly, slowing down your pace just a bit. taron keeps his gaze on you as he comes to a complete stop. you notice this and stop as well.
“something wrong, t?” he shakes his head and steps closer towards you, leaning down just a little, still keeping his eyes on yours. you see his green orbs flicker down to your lips for a split second, and before you know it, his lips are on yours. and the kiss is magical.
he tastes of the chocolate dessert you two shared, along with a hint of cigarette smoke. you didn’t mind it, though, because his lips were so soft and you melted against him.
when you two pulled back, taron rests his forehead on yours, his breath hitting your face.
“fuck, i’m falling hard for you, love.”
dennis
- “you know, you’re the first relationship i’ve ever been in?” dennis’ words threw you off. you two were enjoying a night in, dennis didn’t have to work and you were off for the rest of the night. you took advantage of this, ordering in some food and just laying in bed in each other’s arms. you two had moved on to watch a movie after the food was gone. but, upon hearing dennis’ voice, you pause the movie and sit up to peer down at him.
“really?” you clarify, just to make sure you heard him right.
“yeah. i’ve always been too messed up for girls i went to school with. hell, i was seen as the kid everyone was warned to stay away from. me and gog were those two boys the entire school despised. and i never met any girl outside of school because, well, i was never the cleanest. my clothes were ratty, i reeked of smoke, weed, and alcohol, i’m not surprised no one wanted to be with me.” the heartbreak in dennis’ voice saddened you. he sounded so hurt and broken, you just wanted to hold him forever and protect him from the world.
“oh den. i’m so sorry. i don’t know why no one would want to be with you. you’re the sweetest guy i’ve ever met. yeah, you had a bad past, but you’ve grown and you’re past that now. you are such a better person than you think you are, trust me.” he smiles and reaches up to stroke your cheek.
“i’m happy that you think that. i’m glad you don’t see me for my past or what i’ve done. i’m trying hard to move on from it, and thanks to you, i’m already so much better.” you lean into his touch and hold onto his wrist to keep his hand there.
“den, you don’t realize how amazing you are. when i say i’ve never met any man like you, i’m not joking. you are so caring and kind and considerate, i could never see myself with anyone else.”
“i love you,” dennis whispers. you two have said it before, but for some reason, there was so much more meaning and sincerity to it.
“i love you too, bub. now, let’s continue our movie night, yeah?” but, dennis has a different idea. as soon as you lay back down, he is on top of you, kissing you slowly and passionately.
“no, let’s do something more fun.”
eggsy
- your friends had dragged you out to the pub for a night of fun. well, it was more of a night for them to meet guys and go home with them. you, however, didn’t feel like drinking or meeting anyone. hell, you didn’t even feel like leaving the house in the first place.
but, your entire night changed when you laid eyes on a very handsome man. he had been eyeing you since you walked in, but you didn’t want to make the first move. so, you sat with your friends, he sat with his, and you two continued to make eyes at each other.
finally, when you decided to step outside for some fresh air, the man followed you, seeing this as a way to talk with you. the cool breeze of the night whips your face, making you sigh out in content. it was extremely stuffy in there, so you were happy to feel free.
“needed a break from your friends?” a voice asks you. turning, you see the man leaning against the wall a couple feet from you.
“yeah. i didn’t even wanna come tonight, but they made me.” the worst case scenarios started popping up in your head. you were wondering what this guy wanted. was he going to kill you? kidnap you? he didn’t seem like the type, but men are very unpredictable.
“why not?” you turn to face him and raise your eyebrows.
“and why would i tell a stranger that?” he shrugs and shoves his hands in his jacket pocket.
“i’m eggsy,” he introduces himself.
“eggy?” you ask in confusion. eggsy chuckles and shakes his head.
“eggsy. ‘egg’ with an ‘s’ and ‘y’ added.”
“odd name.”
“just a nickname.” you turn your body to face him, your shoulder against the wall.
“what’s yours?” he asks.
“(y/n)”
“beautiful name, love.”
“how do i know you’re not some creep who just wants to shove me in his trunk and drive away?” you half-jokingly ask. eggsy laughs and shakes his head.
“i’m not like that, i promise.”
“how are you gonna prove it?” he thinks for a moment before smirking playfully.
“come back to mine and i can make you scream in another way.”
dean
- being with dean wasn’t the easiest. he was the biggest party boy and you knew that you couldn’t stop him. after a couple months of dating, though, he seemed to lighten it up a bit. he started spending more time with you, slowly stopped using drugs, and even became much more of an actual boyfriend.
he was beginning to take you on real dates, he bought you flowers and chocolate at random times, he even stayed in almost every friday and saturday night just to be with you. it surprised you how affectionate he had become, his friends even began bugging him about it. although it didn’t seem to bother him much. so, one day, you decided to ask him about his habits.
“dean, can i talk to you for a few minutes?” you ask, stepping into his office where he sat at the desk. he glances up with a worried look, but follows you into the living room anyway.
“something up, sweets?” he wonders.
“no, well, kinda. i just want to know why you’ve suddenly changed. you’ve stopped partying, going out, doing drugs, you’ve been seriously affectionate and sweet towards me. this doesn’t seem like you, not that i’m complaining. i just want to know what changed?” dean is silent for a moment before taking your hand and smiling up at you.
“you changed me. although you didn’t do anything but treat me like an actual human, i realized that there’s so much more to life than partying and getting high. being with you makes me much happier than when i’m high, and i can’t thank you enough for showing me what real love is like. you’re the first person i’ve ever loved and-”
“you love me?” you interrupt him. your eyes are wide with shock at the confession. he had yet to say it, and you were wondering if he was even the type of guy to fall in love.
“well, yeah. i have since i met you, honestly. you saw me as more than my “party animal” persona, you saw something deeper and you decided to stay through my fucked up life. no one has ever stayed around long enough, it’s always been a fuck and go. but with you, i’m so fucking in love with you, it actually terrifies me. but i’m happy that we found each other because i have no idea if i’d even be alive if it weren’t for you.” the things dean was telling you were thoughts you wouldn’t have figured he’d ever have. somehow, you changed him for the better, and you couldn’t be happier.
“i’m happy that i was able to get through to you, unintentionally. i love you too, dean, and i’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”
“it’s all because of you, baby. now come here and give me a cuddle.”
liam
- liam’s lips pressed against yours fervently as he pushed you down on his bed. his hands were placed on either side of your head, holding himself up, while your hands traveled under his shirt, scratching your nails against his skin.
what was supposed to be a study session quickly turned into a make out session. it started with short kisses whenever you got an answer right, those kisses turned into more with each one, and now here you were. but, there was one problem: you had never gone this far with a guy before. and you figured liam has by how well of a kisser he is.
after a few minutes of making out, you pull back and look up at liam.
“li, uh, i-”
“i’m a virgin, (y/n),” he admits before you can. your eyes widen a bit, not expecting him to tell you that.
“i am too.” he nods and moves to sit beside you. you sit up and grab his hand, stroking your thumb against the back of it.
“liam, i’m ready if you are. i don’t want this to happen with anyone else. i love you and i trust you.” he gazes at you, his eyes full of love and a smile on his lips.
“i love you too. and i’d be happy if you were my first, if you are happy with me being yours. well, i mean, you did just say that and-” you cut his rambling off with a soft kiss, silently telling him that you were more than okay with this.
“um, i have condoms in m-my drawer, just give me a second.” liam stands up and runs to his dresser, digging through his socks to find the box that contains the item. after a few seconds, liam returns with one and sets it on his nightstand. he goes back to kissing you with the same passion as before you stopped. liam moans into your mouth as you scratch his back again.
“fuck,” liam breathes out against your lips, “can’t wait to show you how much i love you.”
a/n: i was soft and missing taron when i wrote this 🥺
•••
taron
- taron was finally coming home from touring for eddie the eagle press, and you couldn’t be happier. he had been gone for two months, traveling all over the country and the world, and you missed him so much.
his mom had joined you at the airport, chatting to pass the time. his plane was landing at around two in the morning, and you were beginning to grow tired.
“why don’t you take a nap until his plane lands? because he still has to go through baggage and all that,” his mom tells you. a yawn escapes your lips as you laugh a little.
“i’d love to, but i have a feeling if i fall asleep now, i’m not gonna wake up for a while. it’s better to stay awake and be tired then sleep through his arrival.” she smiles softly at how much you care for her son and rubs your back comfortingly.
“he won’t be upset if you get some rest. he’d actually love to carry you to the car,” she jokes. you laugh a little louder and shake your head.
“plenty of times in the future.”
finally, two o’clock rolled around, and the panel for plane landings changed. taron’s flight arrived just on time, and they were beginning to unboard. after an agonizing fifteen more minutes, taron appeared, looking exhausted and worn out. but as soon as he saw you and his mom, he was sprinting quickly over to you two.
“my loves!” taron calls out as he pulls you into a tight hug. he swings you around the open space and just holds you against him, relishing in the feeling of you and breathing in your scent again.
“fuck, i missed you so much,” he whispers in your ear, setting you down and bringing you in for a kiss.
dennis
- “i confessed to kev,” dennis calls out you as he comes running into your shared apartment. you give him a strange look as he walks directly to where you stand, in the kitchen. He stops in the doorway, looking as if he was going to burst into tears at any second.
“confessed what?” you wonder, stepping closer to him after turning the stove off.
“about the fire,” he mumbles, immediately breaking down and beginning to cry. you are quick to pull him into your arms, holding him tight against you and rubbing your hands up and down his back.
“oh den, i’m so sorry,” you whisper into his ear, pressing kisses to the shaved part of the head. he cries out loudly and slips his hands under your shirt, resting on your waist; this was something dennis did to calm himself down, the feeling of your skin against his always soothed and comforted him.
“do you know what’s gonna happen?” you ask, partly regretting it afterwards. dennis sighs and pulls away, but keeps his hands on your hips.
“says he’s gonna keep me ‘round just to make sure i don’t get into any more trouble,” he murmurs, keeping his eyes down. you reach up and tilt his chin so that he could look right into your eyes.
“whatever happens, i’ll be right here with you, okay?” he nods, more tears springing to his eyes as he pulls you in for another hug.
“i love you so much, (y/n). you have no idea.”
eggsy
- you and eggsy sat and watched as harry entered the church in kentucky, the place where valentine was going to test the new phone system. your nerves were high and you were filled with worry that something bad would happen. something bad always happens.
“fuck, this is so nerve-wracking,” you groan, holding onto eggsy’s arm and leaning your head on his shoulder.
“i know. let’s just hope he can pull off the mission.” you take a deep breath and watch as everyone starts to go crazy. harry is hitting people left and right, stabbing a man, punching a woman, throwing a stick and hitting someone in the chest. you were starting to get sick watching all the chaos unfold.
“i can’t do this, eggsy,” you whimper, running to the bathroom to empty your stomach. you usually never get sick with stuff like that, but what was happening was so violent, it was seriously sickening. after rinsing your mouth with water, you decided to stay there until the mission was over.
after a couple minutes, instead of eggsy coming to get you and say that he finished the mission, a scream sounds through the house. you immediately run back into the room to find eggsy with an even more horrified look on his face.
“h-harry, he, he-” eggsy stuttered out as he stood up. you were confused, but once you saw a glimpse of the screen, you knew exactly what had happened. harry had been killed. eggsy falls to the ground on his knees, sobbing loudly. you are by his side in a second, pulling him into your arms. he wraps his around your body, clinging tightly to you in a pleading way; pleading you to never leave him no matter what.
“why?!” eggsy screams out, tears streaming down his cheeks steadily as his entire body shakes with sobs.
“i don’t know why this happened, babe. but just know that harry will always be so proud of you.”
dean
- dean absolutely loved showing you off. whether that was to people at parties you occasionally attended with him, or to business partners at fancy dinners. wherever it was, dean most likely had you attached to his hip, bragging about how amazing you are.
when he created the BBC along with joe and a few others, that gave him even more opportunities to brag about you. and it began as soon as a couple weeks in.
joe and dean decided to throw a house party for potential investors. you had chosen to wear a sleek black dress, something that showed off your curves but still kept everything classy. dean was pouring champagne into flutes when you walked down the stairs.
“holy shit, babe. you look stunning,” he gasps, pausing what he was doing to size you up and down. you blush lightly and step towards him, tapping underneath his chin.
“keep your mouth shut, you’ll catch flies,” you tease, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, making sure to not smear your lipstick.
the party starts soon after, and after twenty minutes, the large mansion is filled with business people and their wives or husbands. you couldn’t believe how many people were here for a business that just started out.
“ah! there she is!” you hear dean say as you step outside onto the patio. he immediately pulls you into his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and pressing you into him slightly. your arm wraps around his waist, staying put after he releases you from the hug.
“this is my wonderful and gorgeous girlfriend, (y/n), that i was telling you about,” he grins widely. you gaze up at him, noticing his eyes were slightly glazed over, telling you that he was a little bit tipsy.
“all good things, i hope,” you smirk. dean raises his eyebrows suggestively and leans down to whisper into your ear.
“i should tell them how much of a dirty girl you are behind this classy act.”
liam
- “we’re supposed to be studying,” your friend amy announces to the small group gathered in the courtyard. liam had begun to play his guitar in the middle of what was supposed to be a study session. gemma groaned as she heard the familiar sound of the instrument; she had never been a big fan of liam’s constant playing, so she packed her things up and left.
liam, having saw what happened, stopped playing and gave everyone else a confused look.
“did i play a bad chord or something?” he wonders.
“no, she’s just annoyed with how much you play, to put it nicely,” amy tells him. liam frowns a bit, upset over making her uncomfortable.
“i don’t mean to be annoying, i just enjoy playing.” setting your book down, you move to sit behind liam, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head on his shoulder. you feel him relax into your touch and begin to play your favorite song.
“don’t mind gemma, she doesn’t know good music when she hears it,” you say to liam. he smiles and glances back at you, winking cheekily and continuing to play.
for the rest of the study session, he keeps playing different calming and slow songs, while you sit behind him, not getting any studying done at all because of your adorable and misunderstood boyfriend.
a/n: these are all similar in some way 🤷🏼♀️ also liam’s is so fucking cute 🥺
warnings: dean’s includes talk of sexual assault (butt-grabbing, gross comments) dennis’ includes talks of anxiety/anxiety attack
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taron
- the testament of youth premiere had arrived, and to say taron was nervous was an understatement. this was his first real premiere, even if he played a minor role in it, he was still being recognized for his work. he of course had asked you to come with him, thankful for your support through everything so far.
“hey, are you ready?” you call out for taron, who was in the bathroom, finishing his hair.
“almost,” he replies. you can hear the uncertainty in his voice, and it hurts you to think that he’s worried. sure, it’s his first premiere and all, but he was made for this; he is an amazing actor and this movie is a wonderful example.
“alright, let’s head down to the car,” taron says as he steps into the bedroom of the hotel, gathering his phone, his wallet, and a charger. you follow him out of the hotel and into the car that was waiting to take you to the venue.
the drive was pretty quiet. you could tell that taron was overthinking and freaking out, so you reach over and grab his hand gently, squeezing it a little. your touch catches his attention and he smiles thankfully at you.
“alright, we’re here! have fun guys!” the driver announces as he comes to a stop in front of the carpet. taron takes a deep breath and steps out, helping you out after steadying himself.
“you can do this, taron. you were made to be a movie star.” again, taron grins and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and grabs your hand.
“just stay by my side the whole time, yeah?” he asks.
“i can’t be by your side the entire time, but i promise i’ll be here when you need me.” he nods and begins walking towards the spot he was told.
“and please don’t let go of my hand.”
“never.”
dennis
- “you wanna go to the mall today, dennis?” you ask your boyfriend once you both are awake. dennis has been having bad anxiety since the tunnel fire and has been stuck in the house for weeks, so you figured you would go with him somewhere and try to help him a bit.
“uh,” dennis stutters, trying to come up with an excuse. but, he wanted to get better, and he loved that you were trying to help. so, pushing aside his worries, he agrees.
the entire drive there, dennis kept his hand on your thigh, something that helped calm him down. you knew he didn’t want to go in the first place, but you knew that taking baby steps would be the way to get him back to his normal self.
“what store do you wanna hit first?” dennis asks, holding the door open for you to enter the mall.
“let’s go to the bookstore first. i wanted to get a new book that just came out.” so, dennis follows you around like a lost puppy, watching every move everyone makes and looking for any danger.
after that, you make sure dennis is keeping his mind off of his anxiety and focusing on you, something that makes him happy. and it works. until there is suddenly a loud noise that sounds like an explosion. in reality, it was a store display falling to the ground.
dennis is quick to grab you and hold onto, as if protecting you from potential danger. you turn in his grasp and see that his eyes are wide. immediately, you grab onto his hands tightly, looking right into his fear-stricken eyes.
“dennis, focus on me. it was a display falling. you’re okay,” you tell him. he nods along, knowing he is okay, but the anxiety still bubbles in his stomach.
“i-i’m okay,” he whispers.
“yes, you are.” he begins taking deep breaths as you bring your entwined hands up to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the backs of his hands. he watched you with so much love and admiration, and he suddenly forgets his anxiety and wonders how he got so lucky to have you.
“are you better now?” you ask. he gulps and nods, kissing you passionately and keeping you close to him.
eggsy
- roxy stood at the altar in front of her boyfriend of three years, wearing a beautiful white gown and veil; she looked like a princess and she was glowing with joy. tears sprung to your eyes as they each read their vows to each other. although you were happy for her, you were a bit envious.
eggsy had yet to propose to you, and you’ve been dating for five years. sure, everyone moves at their own pace in relationships and you knew eggsy loved you, but you couldn’t help but want to go through all of this with eggsy.
“you alright, love?” eggsy whispers in your ear, noticing you were a bit zoned out. glancing quickly at him, you nod and look down at your hands, fidgeting with them to ease your worries.
“i’ve known you for six years, i know when you’re not okay.” you sigh quietly and shake your head.
“it’s stupid, don’t worry about it.” eggsy huffs and lets the conversation die, diverting his attention back to the happy couple. it took him a couple minutes before everything finally clicked in his mind; you were wondering when he was going to propose.
upon realizing your worry, he reaches over silently and grabs your hand, giving it a comforting and understanding squeeze. you keep your eyes forward, not wanting to have the conversation now, in the middle of roxy’s wedding.
after the two exchange rings and kiss to complete the ceremony, everyone stands to watch them walk down the aisle as a married couple. eggsy, however, kept his attention on you, his hand still wrapped around yours.
“i promise that will be us soon, love,” eggsy whispers in your ear. “i saw you lookin’ at wedding dresses the other day and it got me thinking that it may be time to take this step in our lives. i don’t wanna propose at her wedding, though, so once we get back to the hotel, i will. it may not be romantic or a surprise now that i told you, but i want you to know that i want to spend the rest of my life with you.” tears pool in your eyes again, but this time, for a different reason. eggsy finally confessed that he wanted to marry you, and even promised a proposal tonight.
“eggsy, i don’t want you to think that i’m rushing to get married. i also don’t want to force you to propose. i-” eggsy is quick to shut you up with a kiss.
“believe me. there is nothing in the world that i want more than getting to call you mrs. unwin.”
dean
- everything has been fine in the beginning. you accompanied dean to a halloween party, although you two split up quickly upon finding your own groups of friends.
you were having fun, dancing with your friends, drinking some cocktails and enjoying the music. but of course, there had to be that one guy who always ruined everything.
your costume wasn’t too revealing, but you were wearing a tight leather skirt. either way, that gave this guy absolutely no right to grab your butt and pull you into him.
“hey sexy. you wanna grind that fine ass all over my python of a dick?” his words grossed you out to no avail, and before you could respond with a slap, dean appeared next to you and socked the man right in the jaw.
“who the fuck do you think you are! grabbing MY girlfriend like that!” the tone in dean’s voice was something you never heard before. it was mixed with anger, jealousy, and disgust.
you were so dazed and confused that you didn’t feel dean grab your hand and begin to drag you through the crowd. his hand held yours tightly, not too much that it hurt, but enough to make you worried there would be a bruise.
once you two burst through the door of the house the party was taking place at, dean pulls you into his body and holds you close, running his hands up and down your back.
“are you okay?” he asks quietly, a totally different tone than from moments ago. you nod against his chest and take a deep breath.
“i’m so sorry i left you alone.”
“it’s not your fault, dean. i wasn’t alone when it happened.”
“but i wasn’t there to protect you from it happening.”
“the only person who’s fault this is is that guy’s. and thankfully you saved me before it could get worse.” dean pulls out of the hug and cups your face with his hands.
“i’ll always protect you, sweets.”
liam
- when liam asked you out on a date, you were a bit surprised. you didn’t expect him to like you in that way, you thought he liked ruth. but, you were overjoyed to be going out with him; he is so adorable and you knew he would treat you well if anything went farther.
“so, how long have you been playing guitar?” you ask as you two casually stroll through the park.
“i’ve been playing since i was young. my parents bought me one when i was six and i immediately started learning. they said i was always singing, making up songs. so much so, they entered me in our local church choir,” he explains.
“well they aren’t wrong. you have a lovely voice and you play so beautifully.” liam blushes and smiles, casting his eyes to the ground.
“i’m glad someone thinks so. everyone else is annoyed with how much i play. but i busk in my free time, so i need all the practice on songs i can get.”
“i didn’t know you busk?” you respond in surprise. he turns to you, the same adorable smile on his face.
“you should come with me sometime. i may make more money if i have a beautiful girl by side,” he flirts, slightly bumping his shoulder into yours in a playful way.
“i’d love to accompany you.” liam’s eyes dart from yours down to your hand that was at your side. he looks back up and slyly brushes his pinkie against yours. you catch onto the hint and entwine your fingers with his. neither of you say anything, just enjoy the comfort and warmth of each other’s hands.
“i really like you, (y/n),” liam whispers, glancing down at you with soft eyes. you grin back up at him and lean up to kiss his cheek.
a/n: this is the second part to the pregnancy blurb :) hope you like it!
•••
dennis
- “she’s perfect,” dennis whispers as he strokes your newborn daughter’s head. these past nine months have been a whirlwind of emotions, and the both of you were so happy your daughter was finally here.
“she is. she has your nose.” dennis chuckles and touches her nose lightly with his finger.
“but she looks so much like you.” the sweet moment was interrupted by your nurse coming in to check on you and your daughter.
“do we have a name yet?” she wonders, writing a few things down on the clipboard at the end of your bed. you look up at dennis, knowing he was the one who picked it out; you both agreed on it, of course, but dennis was the one to come up with it.
“maisie rose severs.” the nurse smiles and writes it down.
“i will get her birth certificate ready. Once again, congratulations, she’s beautiful. call if you need anything.” with that, she quietly leaves, giving you three more alone time.
“love, why don’t you get some rest. you must be exhausted,” dennis tells you, rubbing your back soothingly. you shake your head and stare up at your husband.
“wanna spend time with the both of you.” he smiles and caresses your cheek.
“you will have plenty of time to spend with us. please, just get some sleep. it’s close to two in the morning and you just gave birth.” a yawn escapes your lips and you finally give in.
“okay. take her, please?” dennis takes maisie from your arms gently and allows you to get comfortable before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“we’ll be fine, yeah?” you nod and close your eyes, hearing dennis begin to talk quietly to maisie.
“‘m gonna protect both of my girls from this awful world that we live in. i promise to give you two the best lives you deserve.”
liam (his POV)
- “one last push, (y/n)!” i encourage my girlfriend. she groans and leans forward a bit, pushing with all of her might and finally birthing our son.
“he’s here!” the doctor announces, holding him up to show us. tears well in my eyes as i see my son. my child.
“dad, you want to cut the cord?” one nurse asks me, holding out a pair of odd-looking scissors. i nod, not being able to speak, and do as she tells me. after that, i went straight back to (y/n), grabbing her hand and kissing it many times.
“i am so, so proud of you, love. he’s so perfect. you did such an amazing job,” i whisper to her. she is still crying, overwhelmed with emotion and exhaustion. it was nearing three thirty in the morning, and she had been in labor for over ten hours. her eyes began to close shut, but she tried so hard to stay awake and hold him for the first time.
“here you are,” the nurse comes over to us, our baby bundled up in a blanket and hat. “congratulations.” she hands him to (y/n) and leaves.
“he looks exactly like you, li,” (y/n) points out. i chuckle through my tears and press a kiss to her sweaty forehead.
“i can’t believe our son is finally here. this is so unreal.” i was in shock. just last year, we celebrated our twentieth birthdays, and now we’re parents. and honestly, i wouldn’t trade this for the world.
“you know, i was scared in the beginning,” i begin, taking a seat next to (y/n) and wrapping my arm around her shoulder. she looks up at me, waiting for the rest of my little speech. “but after seeing this, you holding him and looking absolutely stunning after ten hours of labor, i’m more than ready to go through this with you.” she begins to cry again and leans into my body. i rub her arm gently and hold her close to me.
“i love you so much liam.” i kiss her once more, then leaned down and kissed my newborn son’s hat clad head.
“i love you too. and i love you just as much, christopher jay.”
eggsy
- a loud cry coming from the speaker sat on your nightstand woke you up immediately. you had been home with your newborn daughter, ruby, for three days now, and it was absolute hell. you were of course happy to have your daughter here, but you were exhausted, you hadn’t had a proper shower since coming home from the hospital, and to make everything worse, eggsy was needed for a mandatory mission a day after you arrived home.
as you were getting ready to stand, a voice came through and began to shush your daughter.
“shh, it’s alright. daddy’s finally home, my little one! yes, i am! i know you missed me so much,” eggsy cooed to her, her cries ceasing almost immediately.
“you need your diaper changed? well, let’s fix that for you.” you stayed put, listening to eggsy take care of her and talking to her.
“there we go! oh, so much better, innit?” tears spring to your eyes as eggsy continues to chat with her, apologizing for being gone, for leaving you both alone when you needed him the most, and even explaining his job to her; he knew she didn’t understand a word, but he thought it would calm her down even more.
when he begins to talk about you, you take this chance to go and see him. you stand in the doorway to ruby’s nursery, seeing eggsy sat in the rocking chair, staring down at his daughter.
“hello, mummy,” he greets you upon seeing you standing there. you walk over to him and stand next to the chair, joining in on watching ruby.
“i’m sorry for leaving you. i begged merlin and harry to let me stay home, but they said it was mandatory and i needed to go. we tried to get through the mission as quickly as possible, but things kept coming up. today, i went to them and told them i was goin’ home, no matter what. and i wasn’t about to argue with them, so i left.”
“are you serious?”
“yeah! kingsman may be my job, but you two are my life now. and i shouldn’t have even gone in the first place. i promise no more kingsman business until this little one is at least a year old.”
“eggsy, you don’t -”
“no, i do. you don’t deserve to be left alone, takin’ care of our daughter by yourself. this is my responsibility as well. i’m takin’ some time off to be with you guys.”
“you are so amazing, eggsy. i love you so much,” you whisper, leaning against him.
“i love you too, hun. why don’t you go back to our room while i put her down and then we can have a cuddle, yeah?”
“sounds perfect. i missed you so much.”
“i missed you too, love. but you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
dean
- just as dean promised, he was there for you every step of the way throughout your pregnancy. when you had cravings for food, he was up and out of the house, getting you whatever you wanted. when your legs or feet hurt, he was more than happy to give you a massage. it surprised you how caring he was, when he could so easily leave and not be involved at all.
his attitude didn’t change when you went into labor, nor did it change when you returned home with your newborn son, oliver. dean was doing everything, even when you insisted on doing it. he changed diapers, put him to sleep, got up in the middle of the night to calm him, but dean couldn’t do one thing: feed him.
around midnight, oliver woke up screaming and dean was quick to rise and run to the nursery. when he noticed oliver’s diaper wasn’t wet, and he wasn’t too hot or too cold, he walked back to your room with him in his arms.
“little man seems to be hungry,” dean says, handing the baby over to you and getting your breastfeeding pillow. you release one breast from your shirt and begin to feed oliver, your eyes closing shut in exhaustion as he ate.
“wow,” dean breathes out from right next to you. upon hearing his voice, your eyes dart to him.
“what?”
“you look absolutely beautiful.” there was the dean you knew.
“dean, stop being a horny fucker for one second.” your response seems to take him aback a little.
“what are you talking about?” you sigh and gaze down at your son to make sure he was still eating. “i mean it.”
“it’s because i have my tit out? that’s why i’m suddenly beautiful?” once again, dean seems thrown off by your reasoning.
“no. you truly look beautiful. taking care and feeding our son that we made together. it’s an amazing sight. and not just when you’re feeding him. when you talk to him, when you play with him, hell, even when you hold him, you look so fucking perfect.” since you were still pretty emotional, dean’s words made you cry after the first sentence.
“are you sure?” you turn and face him. he nods, the sincerity clear in his eyes and on his face.
“dead serious, sweetheart. i love you and our son so much.”
a/n: as I mentioned in ben’s post, I found a list of kiss prompts and decided to do a second blurb of this :) these are types of kisses, compared to kisses in a certain area. hope you like!
warnings: Dennis’ is a little steamy (no smut)
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dennis
- heavy breaths fill the room as you and dennis attempt to catch your breath. you flop beside dennis, eyes closing in bliss and your body relaxing. both of you stay like that for a few moments before dennis slides his arm underneath you, pulling you back on top of him.
“i love you,” he breathes out. your head rises and falls with his chest, lulling you in a way. lifting your head slightly, you smile up at him and lean in, your swollen lips meeting in a lazy manner. even though your bodies were sweaty and hot, you entwine your legs with his, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
“i love you too, den,” you mumble against his lips. a couple more kisses are shared before you rest back down on his chest, eyes closing once again. dennis’ fingertips began to run up and down your back lightly, sending shivers through your entire body. a content sigh escapes your lips and you grin softly. you’ve never felt this way about someone, and no one has ever made you feel like this before.
the silence in the room is a comfortable one, both of you enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies pressed against one another.
“what do you want for dinner?” dennis asks quietly, not wanting to ruin the silence but the question takes over his mind. you shrug, thinking for a moment before answering.
“let’s just order some pizza. don’t feel like cooking or goin’ out. wanna stay here with you for as long as i can.” dennis chuckles and kisses your forehead, tightening his grip on you.
“we have all night, love. we can stay here for as long as we want.” you turn your head and begin to pepper kisses all over his chest, leading up to his neck. you stop to suck on a couple spots, creating more marks on his already bruised neck from your biting before. dennis whimpers quietly under your touch, writhing slightly as he feels excitement run through his body once more.
“fuck pizza. i want you,” he groans, flipping you over and feverishly kissing your lips.
eggsy
- eggsy had been gone for a mission for a few days, and it doesn’t usually take this long. it’s usually one or two days, and currently, it’s been six. you never know the extent of the missions, but you do know that eggsy is very well trained and an excellent agent.
he also calls or texts you while he’s gone, and this time, you have yet to receive even one text. this didn’t help your thoughts of him being hurt at all. you tried contacting merlin, but he was unavailable as well. with no one else to contact, you were stuck waiting for eggsy to either come home, or not.
this worry continued for a week, and finally, a week and a half later, eggsy returned home. although, you were asleep, considering it was well into the night. he felt bad for leaving you in the dark, but he was going to explain it all tomorrow.
when you wake up, you are shocked to find eggsy entering the room, dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, carrying a tray full of food and drinks. you are up immediately, wanting to jump into his arms, but being aware of the tray. he notices and sets it down on the bed, opening his arms for you.
you are up within a second, throwing yourself against his body, clutching at the back of his shirt desperately. you press your lips to his, your hands moving to cup his cheeks and keep him close. eggsy kisses back with the same amount of passion, feeling sorry for not giving you answers about his whereabouts. your tears mix where your lips meet, creating a salty mess. but you didn’t care, you wanted to feel him, make sure that what was happening is real.
“you’re here,” you mumble after pulling away, only to kiss him even more. he doesn’t seem to mind, he just keeps returning the favor.
“i am,” he breathes, pulling back for a moment to catch his breath.
“what happened? i didn’t hear from you since you left.” he nods and moves to sit on the bed, bringing you with him. he offers you a cup of tea from the tray, which you gladly take. as you two enjoy the breakfast that he made, he explains the situation of the particular tough mission.
“the people we were after had this new technology. if you step foot within a few feet of them, they gain information to cell phones automatically. they are able to tell who you talk to, where you’re really from and where the people you are speaking to are at. i couldn’t risk them figuring out what Kingsman is, or where you and my mum are at, so merlin took my phone for the time being. and it took even longer because i couldn’t work with the technology we usually use because their stuff connects to anything, apparently. believe me, i wanted to so badly tell you, but i couldn’t.” you nod along as eggsy explains.
“you know i trust you, eggsy. and i don’t mind you weren’t allowed to contact the outside world. i was just so used to getting a text or call from you, that when i didn’t i immediately thought the worst.” eggsy smiles and pulls you into him, cuddling you while rubbing your back comfortingly.
“i’m here now. i’m safe, and i promise if something like this pops up, i’ll make sure to give you a heads up before, or make merlin call you and tell you. i hate that i hurt you, but just know that i love you so much and can’t thank you enough for being such an understanding girlfriend.”
dean
- “movie night!” sydney announces, walking into the dark living room with a bowl of popcorn, joe following her with another big bowl. dean appears behind him, carrying the drinks and setting them on the table.
“what movies are we watching?” you wonder as dean takes a seat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
“thought we’d watch some classics. Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, The Breakfast Club, E.T.,” joe says, putting on the first movie he mentioned. you curl up next to dean, resting your head on his shoulder and throwing a cover over the both of you. he leans his head against yours and holds you close.
halfway through the movie, dean began peppering kisses on your temple, cheek, jaw, and making his way down your neck. these kisses were different than his usual ones, these were more soft and loving; he just wanted attention and kisses.
you quickly look over at joe and sydney, who happened to be fast asleep next to each other. so, you take this opportunity to have a little make out session with dean. you reach up and attach your lips to his, biting at his bottom lip gently. he chuckles and leans into the kiss more.
dean pushes you to lay down and hovers over you, deepening the kiss even more. you moan quietly against his lips, feeling his hips grind down into yours. because you were so caught up in yours and dean’s actions, you didn’t realize that joe and sydney were in fact not asleep, and had heard you two.
“if you’re gonna make out, go do it somewhere else,” joe complains, making both you and dean jump. chuckling, dean moves to sit up, pulling you with him, and grabbing your hand as he stands to leave the room.
“if you say so,” dean shrugs, dragging you to his room to finish what he started.
liam
- school has been absolutely crazy recently. your professors were giving so many assignments and homework since the semester was coming to an end. on top of all that, final exams were slowly approaching, so you were also studying like mad.
all of this workload took a toll on your relationship with liam. you were so caught up in schoolwork, you barely made time for him. you felt awful, although he wasn’t in school anymore because he missed too much, so he was free all the time. he understood, though, and didn’t worry too much. but, when you two planned to have a night in together, you were too focused on your work than on him, and that’s when it started to become a problem.
ever since you arrived at liam’s house, your nose was buried in your textbook and notebook. you told him beforehand you needed to study because your most important test was the following day, but you wanted to just be with him, even if you weren’t talking much. liam didn’t like his idea, he wanted you to himself and wanted to spend time talking with you.
“love, you want to take a break and watch a movie?” he asks. you were focused on completing a math problem, not even paying an ounce of attention to his voice. he sighs heavily and decides to leave you alone, going to his room and settling in for the night; he knew there was no use in trying to get you to stop, so he gave up.
he couldn’t fall asleep without you by his side, so he stayed up until midnight. when he realized that you were still out in the living room, he knew he had to take matters into his own hands. walking into the dark living room, the only light being the lamp on the table beside the couch, he sees you still hunched over, quickly writing down an answer before turning to a blank notebook page.
“(y/n)?” he calls out, not receiving an answer. he goes around to behind the couch, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing his cheek against your temple.
“love, you need to stop studying. you’ve been out here for hours, you must be exhausted and overworked,” he says soothingly. you sigh and lean back into his touch, knowing he is right. he slides his hands down your arms, grabbing onto your own hands and prying them away from your work. he then begins to press kisses to your neck, not in a sensual way, but in a caring and sweet way.
“but-”
“no more buts, (y/n). i’m not letting you do any more work. you’re going to do fine, i know it. you’ve been studying like crazy for two week straight, i’m seriously worried about you.” you sigh and begin to close your books, setting them on the table and standing to walk with liam to his room.
“I’m sorry, li. i’m just worried about not passing this class and i need to do well on the test,” you tell him, cuddling up to him after you crawl under the covers.
“i told you you don’t need to worry about it. you are such a smart girl, and i know you’re going to do amazing.”
