Request: okay so I saw how your requests are open and yay! and could I request a Bucky x reader? like something about how he loves flirting with her and getting her flustered because she’s kinda shy, and she thinks it’s nothing but he really likes her? sorry if it’s too specific.- anon
Bucky Barnes X shy!Reader
Word Count: 1312
A/N: Hi! I hope this is okay. I’m a terrible flirt, so I did my best with this!! I hope that you like it, and that it’s nice a fluffy after my last one-shot. Feedback would be awesome! :) xo
Summary: you and your boyfriend, Spencer take a bath together and talk for hours on end about nothing.
Length: 1,016 words
PSA: This is more of a cute imagine than a sexual one, we shall save those for later friends ;)
You and Spencer had just finished a fine meal of an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet, half of your rice still strewn across the cheap porcelain plate you had pushed away in full contentment. Spencer had given you a smile as he copied your actions, adding a stomach rub indicating his food child was due. Just like a shadow, you followed Spencer’s every move - from putting the plates away (even though he had already broken one), to saying a meek goodbye on the way out of the average restaurant.
Once home from the short drive, you could tell Spencer was still stressed from an earlier case - one involving a male who had been killing women in an attempt to fulfill his desire at revenge for those who had mislead their longing to be with him. It was just another day for Spence, but that was all part of the job. With that occupation came your profession as well - keeping the boy with the bright eyes as happy as can be - and man, were you good at it.
Spencer had shuffled his way into your small bedroom, the smell of musty books and flowers prevalent in the stale, cold apartment air. The boy now plopped on the bed, reading what was ever closest to him. He seemed calm, but almost to the extent of an anxious presence rather than a focused one.
He would get like this sometimes, as if the world were too much for his fragile shoulders to take. He wanted to do so much good in this world, that he would hurt himself in the process just to make others happy. That’s where you had come in. He could always count on you, and he would reciprocate that back to you when the world decided to fall on your shoulders instead.
You decided to make this night about him, and you knew he was tired, so he probably wouldn’t appreciate a sexual act, but you knew he was always down for a romantic one.
Walking into the bathroom, you snatched the bubbles from the cherry wood cabinets and turned on the bath faucet, the hot water spilling from the small spout. Slowly you intertwined the soap with the running water, making sure there were extra bubbles, just for the special boy you held close.
As you entered the room, Spencer was still deep in reading. Stripping off your clothes before him, Spencer’s sad eyes rose from his book he had scanned and absorbed, to you, exposed before his presence.
“C’mon Spence, you gotta relax. Please, just come take a bath with me. You won’t have to do anything, I just want you with me.”
A small smile rose from the boys lips as he slowly set the book down, fumbling to discard his clothes from his body. You couldn’t help but giggle - even though he felt insecure about his awkwardness, you couldn’t find it more lovable.
As you both settled into the warm bath, your body fell into Spencer’s perfectly, slowly submerging into the mountains of bubbles. His hands naturally found their way around your waist, cupping the little love handles you were insecure about, but he absolutely worshiped. Your head had rested against his defined torso, leaving little water between you. Spencer had managed to already make himself a bubble beard, but that was okay, because after seeing the things he goes through on a daily basis, he deserved to be a kid.
“Have I ever told you how much I am so in love with you, y/n? Cause I am. Like… madly in love. With every possible inch of you, inside and out. You’re it for me, y/n. You’re all I need.” His emotions spilled from his soft lips in a jumble of stutters, accompanied by a presence of a rosy tone upon his cheeks. He had a hard time expressing love, yet he always tried for you.
“You’re it for me too, Spence. I don’t know what I would do without you.” A smile can’t help but escape both of your lips, and a sigh of relief following your words from the boy behind you. He was always one to need reassurance, because he got so insecure that he would convince himself that love was simply unattainable.
Both of you had sat like that together, as one in the small room with soft music playing in the background. Small traces of affection inserted themselves into the time you and Spencer spent, from light neck kisses to light splashing.
Spencer subtly placed a deep kiss on your lips, as you could taste the sweet flavor of orange - the gum he had been chewing earlier. He let his chin rest on your head while he took a deep breath, as if contemplating to mention what was on his avid mind.
“Do you think we’re going to be okay, y/n? Like, I don’t know. A lot of stuff happens. Life happens.”
“As long as we’re together, I know we’re going to be okay.” You grinned. Spencer slowly hugged you tighter around your waist, as if showing the physical emotion of not wanting to let you go. His wet curls tangled within your own, trying to find as much space to fill between the two of you.
Spencer continued questioning, ranging from “what if’s”, to fun facts and statistics he had learned from readings prior.
It was just you and him, talking away in a small room. There was emotions of sadness and joy, fear and doubt laced within the late night conversation. Your voices both echoed against the porcelain walls, filling the petite space with wonder and curiosity in contrast to a day where all Spencer felt were heavy emotions too indescribable for words.
You were always one to fear perfection; hesitant to let ideals and experiences in that were too good to be true. But this boy - this incredibly awkward, smart and handsome boy - made you think. Sitting there, reciting mindless nothings to a man you fell hard for, well, he may just change that thought.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! And huge thank you to @dearspencerreid for showing my writing some love, it meant a lot :’) go check Liv’s amazing writing out guys!
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(#21 off the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I’m better when I’m with you.”)
It’s an experiment based on a hypothesis based on a coincidence. They’re sharing a room on a roadie, and Nursey has been stuck in a dry spell for a week and a half now. The words just haven’t been coming the way he wants them to, and he’s starting to feel dried out, like all the creative juices have been wrung out of him by school stress and lack of sleep. Maybe it’ll never come back. Maybe he’s just done. All washed up by the tender age of twenty.
He’s not even trying to write as he watches Dex from across the room, tracking his fidgets and expressions as he sits hunched over his laptop frowning at the screen. It’s been a while since he and Dex have been in the same room for an extended period of time – a fortnight, about. Dex has been on a project, and Nursey started isolating himself about when the drought hit. But it was nice to sit with him on the bus today, and it’s nice to dump his bag near the bed and just relax, hands behind his head, and drink in his presence. It feels like something he’s been missing for far too long.
Nursey’s not sure what it is that makes the words start coming back, but it’s like a cloudburst on a hot day – a few lines, scattered drops against a parched sidewalk, then all at once he’s drowning.
He writes for four hours that night. His poems are full of microchips and anger, all about the gray morality of man against the rigidity of binary code, and by one a.m., when he should really be getting his beauty rest for tomorrow’s game, he’s starting to formulate a theory.
The theory is that maybe being in Dex’s proximity jumpstarts his creativity. In a phrase, Dex inspires him.
Bucky winces as the front door creaked; he’d have to change the hinges soon. The floor boards ached underneath his boots, making awful creaking noises with each step. Goddamit, he was trying to be quiet for fucks sake and his 7,000 year old house was making that nearly impossible.
“You’re back early,” Bucky looks up from the old wooden floor to look upon his wife, standing at the foot of their stairs with a robe wrappedaround her body. Bucky can’t help but smile as he lowers his bag to the ground, immediately enveloping (Y/N) into a tight hug.
“Mission went off without a hitch,”
“Mmhh, that’s good,” (Y/N) hums softly as she runs her fingers through Bucky’s sweat matted hair. “No bruises, cuts, broken bones?”
“My leg has a small scratch, nothing to be too worried about,” (Y/N) releases Bucky from their hug instead taking his hands as she quietly led him up the stairs, stopping when the floorboards would creak gently. It took a few minutes but (Y/N) finally got them up the stairs and into their shared bedroom.
(Y/N) immediately drags Bucky to their bathroom, gingerly forcing him down onto the side of their bathtub, a vintage claw foot that Bucky spent years trying to install.
“Clothes off,” (Y/N) states matter of factly as she reaches under their sink, grabbing the first aid kit she always had on hand.
“(Y/N), it’s really nothin’ to worry about doll, just a little scratch-”
“Don’t make me tell you again Mr. Barnes,” (Y/N) clucked her tongue at him, smiling just a bit. Bucky smiled as he unbuttoned his vest, letting it droop to the floor as he began worming his boots and pants off. Before his pants were even off his leg (Y/N) pounced upon him, inspecting his wound thoroughly as though she were some kind of surgeon. She might as well have been a surgeon given how often she was stitching Bucky up, making him feel better and okay.
“I don’t think it’s going to need any stitches- this time,” (Y/N) adds the last part with a soft smile. “Probably just some cleaning and a bandage.”
“See, what did I tell you-”
“But you need a shower, you smell horrible,” Bucky chuckles gingerly as he shakes his head, still being mindful enough to be quiet.
“Only if you join me,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling herself.
“I have to go make breakfast soon-”
“We’ll help each other, promise,”
“James Buchanan Barnes, the last time you tried to cook in my kitchen you nearly burned our entire house down,”
“Yeah, but then we got to renovate, remember how fun that was?”
“I remember you nailing your hand to a piece wood, that’s for sure,” (Y/N) chuckles again, shaking her head fondly at the memory.
“Well, I have experience now and I promise I won’t burn our kitchen down,” Bucky smiles softly, his eyes twinkling with a warm sort of fondness for his wife. “Please join me?”
“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely,” (Y/N) slides off her robe as Bucky turns their tub on, letting it fill up with warm water before he and (Y/N) clambered In.
Bucky looks back as (Y/N) slides her bra off, leaving her completely vulnerable to his gaze. It felt like Bucky’s breath had been taken away; it didn’t matter how many times he looked at (Y/N), every time he did it felt like the first, every single time.
“You’re gorgeous,” Bucky whispers as he settles his hands on (Y/N)’s waist as his gaze rakes up and down her body, taking every chunk of her in. “So gorgeous,” Bucky leans forward, pressing a series of kisses along (Y/N)’s hips, stomach, and sternum. Her breath hitches in the back of her throat and her hands immediately fly to his hair, gripping it gently.
“Bucky, bath first, sex after breakfast,” Bucky smiles as he pulls back, looking up at (Y/N) adoringly.
“You’re no fun,”
“Get in the tub you loser,” (Y/N) chuckles as they give his shoulder a gentle tap, before she clambers into the tub, taking up almost half the thing.
“God, we need a new tub,” Bucky mutters as he slides in, right between (Y/N)’s legs.
“And you’re not installing it,” (Y/N) presses a gentle kiss to his forehead as she grabs his shampoo bottle, flipping the cap open and squirting some onto her palm.
“Why not?” Bucky pouts adorably as (Y/N) uses her free hand to work some water into his hair.
“I don’t need to remind you of what happened the last time you tried to install something,” (Y/N) chuckles as she works the water into his hair, soaking it before working the shampoo in. Bucky hums in delight, sighing as he relaxes against (Y/N)’s body.
“It was my first time, I can do it so well now-”
“Bucky,” (Y/N) title his head up enough that she can lean down to press a kiss to his lips. “No more repairs or installations for you, we’ll get a contractor to come out and help,”
“What the hell kind of contractor is going to come all the way out here?”
“Bucky, stop squirming or you’re going to get shampoo in your eyes,” (Y/N) chuckles as she fondly strokes her husband’s scruffy cheek, just a barely there touch that she knew he enjoyed so much.
Bucky settles down, enough for (Y/N) to wash his hair, condition it, and manage to cover some parts of his body in soap.
“And I’m sure uncle Clint wouldn’t mind coming in to help fix the tub,”
“You’d pick Clint over me?” Bucky looks almost appalled as he looks up at (Y/N), his eyes narrowed and mouth open. (Y/N) smirks as she hands the soap over to Bucky, smacking the soapy bar into his outstretched hand.
“Mhm, yes I would,”
“I’m offended,” Bucky mutters as he washes all the parts (Y/N) wasn’t able to get, namely anything past his pecs.
“Boohoo,” (Y/N) chuckles as Bucky begins to work on his legs, having to sling one of them over the edge of the tub to clean it. “I’ll make it up to you later,”
“Yeah,” Bucky grumbles as he works on the other leg. “I’m sure you will,” (Y/N) smiles as she tilts her head, just enough to kiss the side of Bucky’s head.
“How about waffles for breakfast and me for dessert?” Bucky hums as he sets the soap down, tilting his head up to smile at (Y/N).
“That sounds heavenly,”
“Well let’s get going then Big guy,” (Y/N) chuckles softly as Bucky clambers out of the tub, grabbing a towel for himself and two for (Y/N).
“Thank you,” (Y/N) gets on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Bucky’s lips before quickly pulling away again. “You’re running out of clothes to wear,” (Y/N) comments as she throws him a pair of boxers and loose sweats. “We’ll have to go shopping soon,” Bucky
Hums as he gets dressed, sliding his clothing on as he watched (Y/N). God- he could just look at her all day. She was beautiful in his eyes, any little imperfection that she hated Bucky loved, any stretch mark or unwanted mole, any “fat” that she claimed to have he loved it.
Bucky can’t help but wrap his hands around (Y/N)’s waist as she slips a shirt on, letting it bunch around his arms.
“I missed you,” Bucky whispers as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. “I missed this,” (Y/N) sighs as she settles her arms over his, grasping his hands gently and giving them a gentle squeeze.
“I missed you too…how long will you be staying this time?”
“Whenever Fury calls me back,” Bucky presses his lips to (Y/N)’s neck, giving her a series of open mouthed kisses. (Y/N) hums pleasurably, tilting her head to the side a bit to give Bucky better access.
“We miss you,” (Y/N) whispers, stopping Bucky dead in his tracks. We. (Y/N) and their children; their children. Sometimes Bucky forgot he had a life here, a loving wife, three amazing kids, he was so caught up with Shield and missions and hydra that he forgot that he was past that part of his life; he didn’t have to worry about hydra, shield and missions weren’t his day and night anymore but (Y/N) was, his family was.
“I know baby,” Bucky sighs as he breaks away, rubbing at his forehead as he does. “I need to resign, I need to do something-”
“Don’t do anything you don’t want to do, I don’t want you to feel like you have to give up shield for us-”
“But I want to,” Bucky hangs his head, sighing once again. “I want to leave that chapter of my life behind. It’s like I’m stuck on the same damn page twenty four seven and I hate it. You guys are my new chapter, I just need to stop going back and rereading the last ones…” (Y/N) smiles softly as she reaches out, holding Bucky gently.
“Then take a break, stay at home, learn how to cook, fix our tub and walls-”
“I thought you said no more renovations for me?” Bucky smiles just a bit, one quirk of his lip is all.
“Mh, I’ve changed my mind, plus if you’re going to be here all the time you’re going to need to learn how to do some work,” Bucky chuckles as he holds (Y/N), a sweetly almost earthy sound filling the air.
“You’re rude to me,”
“Yeah I am,” (Y/N) smiles as she gently kisses Bucky’s bare chest. “And you love me for it,” (Y/N) pulls away, taking Bucky by the hand as she gently guides him down the stairs and into their kitchen.
“Yeah, unfortunately I do,” (Y/N) gasps, feigning hurt as she clutches at her heart.
“I’m hurt, wounded,” Bucky chuckles as he wraps his arms back around (Y/N)’s waist, smiling as he squeezed them gently. “No, stop, I’m mad at you,” (Y/N) laughs as Bucky nuzzles his scruffy face in the crook of her neck, tickling her gently. “Bucky, stop, we have to make breakfast!” (Y/N) whispers harshly to the soldier but her smile betrayed her tone.
“If you keep yellin’ like that you’re gonna wake the kids up,”
“Yeah, and it’ll be your fault-” (Y/N) smiles as she waddles towards their fridge, dragging Bucky with her as he refused to let go of her waist. “I thought you said you were helping,” (Y/N) smirks as she reaches for the milk and eggs, holding them both in one hand while the other retrieved a small pack of bacon.
“I am,” Bucky chuckles as he grips (Y/N)’s hips gently.
“Then get me some flour and salt,” Bucky smiles as he presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s cheek before sauntering off to retrieve all the necessary items for waffles.
Bucky’s hand stalls as he reaches for a bag of sugar- He stared at the metal plating, stained with years of wear and tear, bodily fluids, and plenty of chalk and paint from both Steve and his children. It didn’t seem like too long ago when he’d used that same hand to choke innocent victims, it didn’t seem like years ago when one day a certain woman came up to him, held his hand, and begged him to help her. That’s how he had met (Y/N). She was being followed by a few shady men and she came to Bucky’s side for comfort. She didn’t even know him, he looked like an ex con for fucks sake and yet she still took his hand and begged for help. He remembered looking into those shining eyes of hers and feeling his heart clench as he was met with a fearful gaze. She begged him to pretend to be her boyfriend, which he gladly did.
They had walked around, stopped at a cafe, talked, and eventually stopped at Central Park. Bucky was having such a fantastic time that he didn’t even notice when the men stopped following the two of them, and apparently so did (Y/N).
“They stopped,” (Y/N) had whispered as she looked around the park. “Oh my god, thank you so much Bucky, thank you so, so, so much. How can I repay you?”
“How about a real date, one where we don’t have to worry about men following us around?” Bucky knew it was a long shot, he was the infamous winter soldier after all, there was no way (Y/N) would ever agree-
“I’d love that,” (Y/N) had whispered, giving his hand a good squeeze. It was in that moment Bucky realized for the first time in forever he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t afraid he was going to hurt (Y/N), he wasn’t afraid that hydra was lurking around the corner, he wasn’t afraid of what the next mission would be, for once he could finally just be.
“Buck, I need that sugar,” (Y/N) smiled tenderly at Bucky as she held a whisk in her hand, parts of it dripping in thick batter.
Bucky clears his throat as he reaches for the sugar, snatching it up before handing it to (Y/N).
(Y/N) had given him a second chance. He had been a broken shell, something of the man he once used to be but when (Y/N) showed up the pieces slowly started to fall back into place. He didn’t feel so scared anymore, he slowly adopted the old Bucky Barnes back into his life, the fun, playful, loving one that everyone had missed so much. (Y/N) had given him a second chance at life.
“Daddy!” Three high pitched voices break him away from his thoughts. Three pairs of feet hit the hardwood as Bucky’s kids come barreling after him; Elizabeth, Collin, and Ben. Ben and Collin were his first two kids, twins, and Elizabeth was the youngest, daddy’s princess.
All three kids latch onto Bucky immediately, shouting happily as they climb all over him. Bucky laughs as he picks up Elizabeth and Ben, letting Collin climb (more like
Jump) up onto his back.
“Yeah, yeah, daddy missed you too you goofballs,”
“Daddy, I drew you a bunch of pictures!” Elizabeth cries happily, pointing to the fridge with a small finger. Bucky looks surprised as he looks at them, smiling widely when Elizabeth giggles.
“They’re beautiful baby,”
“Daddy! I finally hit our baseball into that meadow!”
“Did you now?” Bucky looks at Ben, who was looking up at his father adoringly.
“Oh yes he did, he went in to retrieve it and I couldn’t find him for half an hour,” Bucky laughs as (Y/N) continues to whisk and fold the batter.
“And Collin,” Bucky tilted his head backwards, smiling at his son. “What have you been up to Buddy?”
“Mommy’s been teaching me how to read big boy books!”
“Yes!” Colin smiles excitedly.
“That’s so cool!”
“Yeah!” Collin nods as he wraps his arms around Bucky’s head, making it impossible to see anything.
“Kids, why don’t you go play on the swing and daddy will come play once breakfast is almost done?” The children squeal happily as they jump off Bucky, rushing to the back door and out into their endless backyard.
Bucky smiles fondly as he watches them scurry off, his heart clenching just a bit. Years ago he never would have believe he’d settle down, get married, have a family, he had been too dangerous for that but here he was, making breakfast for his wife and children and in his own home too, not some tower or sanctuary, his own home with rooms and a kitchen and a backyard.
Bucky can feel the tears burn at his eyes but he ignores them for now. Instead he wraps his arms around (Y/N) once again as his lips find purchase on her temple.
“Thank you,” Bucky whispers hoarsely, making it obvious he was on the verge of tears. (Y/N) immediately looks at him, her beautiful eyes shrouded in worry.
“What for?” Bucky smiles gently as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s, inhaling her comforting scent deeply.
Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways
I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*
Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.
And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry.
“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper.
There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship.
“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.”
You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”
“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too.
You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!”
Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?”
“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression.
“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed.
You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt.
“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…”
“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends.
It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better.
But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly.
You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy.
“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect.
“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly.
“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.”
Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?”
You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him.
“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly.
“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff.
It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out.
“We still on?” Bryce called out.
You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.”
Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed.
When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor.
You thought you had heard wrong. “What?”
“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!”
Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.”
“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-”
“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.”
Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.”
You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.”
Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint.
When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?”
You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.”
“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.”
You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.
“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.”
‘ spoiler alert: it’s probably aliens. ’ ‘ bad idea. ’ ‘ i’m considering him a suspect. ’ ‘ i’m considering him a suspect. her son’s feeding her sedatives. yeah, he was like, ‘go on mother, eat these pills.’ ’ ‘ you just made this go so much more dark than it needed to be. ’ ‘ well, i just don’t trust this boy. ’ ‘ yeah, have some pills, smoke this cigarette. goodnight. ’ ‘ this is a very irresponsible landlady. if your tenant’s apartments smell like smoke, maybe check in on ‘em. ’ ‘ if your tenant’s apartments smell like smoke, maybe check in on ‘em. ’ ‘ this is gonna get a little morbid, but who’s to say that a burning body doesn’t small like barbecue? ’ ‘ no, of course it doesn’t make sense, it’s weird! ’ ‘ has any skull shrunk at any other point in history? ’ ‘ now you’re acting like a detective and not like a jackass. ’ ‘ you don’t think it’s weird that all of her was gone except for a skull, parts of the spine, and a fucking foot that was still completely intact like nothing happened? ’ ‘ i bet if george clooney was on the tonight show and you set him on fire, one of his feet would burn, and the other one would probably still be planted there on the floor in a very nice shoe. clooney’s flammable. ’ ‘ clooney is probably flammable, you’re probably right. ’ ‘ so, a fire that was too hot for firemen did not damage her apartment? ’ ‘ too much fire here. what do i look like, a fireman? ’ ‘ soot and a foot. that’s all they got, huh? soot, foot, and a cup skull. ’ ‘ that’s a bizarro version of a dr. seuss book right there. ’ ‘ the foot did not catch on fire… one of ‘em anyway. that other one? phew. donezo. ’ ‘ the first theory… is ridiculous. i’m just gonna say that right now, it’s ridiculous. ’ ‘ i don’t trust anyone who says, ‘it seen it happen.’ that sounds like a country bumpkin if i’ve ever heard one. ’ ‘ it seen it! i seen it with my own two eyes! ’ ‘ i seen it happen while i was playing my banjo! ’ ‘ yeah– well, okay… keep going. ’ ‘ can you imagine just being out, having a good night with your pals, drinkin’? and you know, toward the end of the night when you’re like, ‘yeah, what a fun night this has been,’ can you imagine just exploding? just catching on fire. all your pals would be like, ‘huh?’ not a good night. for him or his friends. ’ ‘ is it very european to burst into flames? ’ ‘ put that pen down. you look like a jackass. ’ ‘ a lot of people explodin’ in europe. something you might wanna look into. this runs deep. ’ ‘ when i think spontaneous combustion, i think, like, ‘bam!’ like a popped balloon, just shards of person just exploding. ’ ‘ that asshole in fantastic four? what do you have against him? ’ ‘ if my clothes are on fire i’ll do a little dance to try and get ‘em out, stop, drop, and roll, what have ya. ’ ‘ maybe she just passed out or died or something. ’ ‘ i’ve never had a doctor speak to me like that. i would love it if i showed up and a doctor just started unraveling strange little tales. ’ ‘ the answer could lie with extraterrestrial origin. ’ ‘ what if aliens just get drunk and fly around the universe and shrink people’s skulls and turn them into little piles of ash? ’ ‘ i can see how aliens would be involved in kind of like shenanigans and be hooligans. ’ ‘ i don’t even smoke, but i would love to have one last cig before i go. ’ ‘ this is a weird case! this is just sinking in! what are we doing here?! ’ ‘ what if we’re just lab rats to these aliens? ’ ‘ they’re gonna shrink her into a little tiny titty. ’ ‘ no… no. what’s the matter with you? ’ ‘ if you used voodoo for evil, you would kill me!? you would murder me?! ’ ‘ it’s a hypothetical, i wasn’t thinking of doing that. ’ ‘ sometimes we argue, but i don’t want to murder you. ’ ‘ i never said i wanted to murder you! ’ ‘ you wanna kill me! ’ ‘ this is a hypothetical situation! ’ ‘ alright, yeah, no. continue to tell me about it now that i know you want me dead. ’ ‘ i think you might intellectualize too much. ’ ‘ so this is kind of a night out… with spirits. ’ ‘ wha– you look so scared already. ’ ‘ i do find that more compelling than any of the other dumb ‘evidence’ you’ve dug up. ’ ‘ any time i can get you to do that shrug, it means i make a great point. it’s a great point. it makes me heart warm. ’ ‘ i’m gonna buy you one of those haunted dolls for christmas. ’ ‘ put away your fear and just focus on what you feel. ’ ‘ i’m bad at feeling. i really wanna believe in something outside the norms of, you know, physics. ’ ‘ i took an improv comedy class once because… well, i’m a white guy. ’ ‘ so, the takeaway here is… every little sound is a ghost? ’ ‘ the takeaway here is that sounds that don’t belong in that environment may or may not be ghosts. ’ ‘ my jacket just moved in a way that it felt like somebody touched me on the shoulder and i think if you had felt it, you would scream. ’ ‘ wait, what? that was never part of the bargain. ’ ‘ a lot of times i just do these because i know you’ll hate it. ’ ‘ i feel like i’m gonna fucking cry. ’ ‘ i don’t wanna talk about it. i wanna leave. ’ ‘ i think you need to learn how to shut the hell up. ’ ‘ i think you need to learn how to shut the fuck up… i stepped it up with the bigger curse word there. ’ ‘ i’m not even trying to be a jerk about this, i’m just getting tired of you asking me if i get scared about things i don’t believe in. ’ ‘ it’s like asking me if i’m concerned that, when i fall asleep, the moon turns around and winks at me with a big, evil face and has a boner or something. ’ ‘ tell me what’s more probable: the moon having a boner or a ghost being real. ’ ‘ the dark side of the moon just has a giant, dusty boner. that’s about as real as ghosts. ’ ‘ now we’re heading into the belly of the beast. ’ ‘ i’m excited. this is maybe he only time i believe in what you’re talking about. ’ ‘ bigfoot’s meat and bone. ’ ‘ no, that’s dumb. it’s not supernatural, it’s natural. ’ ‘ this is the heaviest sandwich i’ve ever embraced. ’ ‘ my organ’s are starting to shut down. i’ll be dead in five minutes. i think i might need to go to the hospital. ’ ‘ could you imagine being the guy who coined the phrase ‘bigfoot’? ’ ‘ ain’t that like a couple of funny brothers… destroying their father’s legacy. ’ ‘ don’t make bigfoot believe in your little ghostly energies bigfoot is meat and bone. ’ ‘ i don’t think that’s how bigfoot rolls. ’ ‘ the vest is gonna make me look more festive… and i won’t get shot, so there’s that. that’s an added bonus. having fun getting shot. i’m not gonna help you. ’ ‘ having fun getting shot. i’m not gonna help you. ’ ‘ you honestly think we’re going to encounter a sasquatch, the sasquatch is going to attack you and your life is going to be saved because you’re wearing a helmet? it’s gonna bring a rock down upon your head, we’re gonna get it on film, and we’re gonna say, ‘thank god you had your helmet on your head.’ ’ ‘ i think we’re ready to rock and roll, man. ’ ‘ you look like an idiot. ’ ‘ if i see people taller than me i get concerned about them because i think they’re gonna die young. ’ ‘ i wasn’t fat-shaming bigfoot. i was just mentioning that this is a creature of enormous strength. ’ ‘ his name is cedric. he struck me as a cedric when i first saw him after i destroyed his apartment. ’ ‘ well, if it’s any consolation, you look like an idiot. ’ ‘ i think it’s time for a little beer break. ’ ‘ if a bigfoot actually walked out right now, this would be the greatest thing ever captured on camera, if we lured out a bigfoot with a beer. ’ ‘ they said that… i agree, but they meant it more, so hit them! ’ ‘ nah. this guys inhaling too many… cat… shit… fumes. ’ ‘ yeah, this is all jolly right now, but can you imagine what this is gonna be like at night? ’ ‘ it is a very old piece of footage, but so is… die hard. still good. ’ ‘ i’m saying just ‘cause something’s good doesn’t mean it’s bad, or– ’ ‘ that’s a completely different train of thought. what the fuck is going on here? ’ ‘ (wheezing and laughing) it’s been a long day. ’ ‘ now you look like a man i would never talk to under any circumstance. ’ ‘ don’t judge a book by it’s cover? it’s a hell of a cover. this place is beautiful! ’ ‘ i don’t wanna kill the vibe, but we could just turn the lights on, it’s a hotel. ’ ‘ holy shit! it’s a jacuzzi tub! ’ ‘ this is the best place we’ve ever ghostbusted. ’ ‘ like a ghost sitcom? sign me up! ’ ‘ well, he can go to hell. ’ ‘ oof. i don’t even wanna talk about that evening. ’ ‘ i stole this off the woman who died in the titanic! ’ ‘ …shadows do tend to follow you, though. that’s sort of how they work. ’ ‘ you gotta fuckin’ calm down, man! ’ ‘ ghost 101. week one, knock books off shelf. week two, uhh, hold a candlestick in the middle of a hallway. week three… sheets. ’ ‘ this is one of the best days of my life. ’ ‘ i freaked out because i thought something flew in front of me, but come to think of it, it could’ve been the reflection of my light turning off. ’ ‘ you know, a ghost has probably whispered point blank in your ear, but you’ve probably never heard it because you were too busy going, ‘ugh ugh okay, oh, what did i do? oh, what did i do? i always get myself into these things ooo.’ ’ ‘ are we doing more of this or can i use the jacuzzi hot tub that we’ve been blessed with? ’ ‘ are we gonna spend the night here and not use the jacuzzi? ’ ‘ the jacuzzi jets don’t work… we’re just two guys sitting in a tub. ’ ‘ yeah… it’s daft punk. the dj’s daft punk came into our suite at night and gave me a little diddy, that’s what happened. ’ ‘ it’s not haunted. i know it’s not haunted. it’s not haunted. ’ ‘ you’re like a stupid string puppet that i can just bring along with me and i can pull it when i wanna hear something dumb. ’ ‘ no– they’re. no. no. nope. ’ ‘ the ball also stopped at the ‘i love pot’ graffiti, so maybe this ghost just loves to blaze it. ’ ‘ wha– what are ya doin’? ’ ‘ look it up. it’s a thing on the internet. ’ ‘ who are you pointing to? ’ ‘ i bet i could squeeze an apple till it exploded. ’ ‘ you hear that in the distance? it’s the excuse train coming. ’ ‘ great. that’ll be good. i’m gonna snap that. ’
This photo was released earlier and i just noticed 2 things:
Circled in yellow: Is that The Tube from that instagram video with Elijah Wood? If it is, then it’s big enough for a person to crawl through, which means I seriously misjudged the scale of this picture
Circled in green: I’m pretty sure that’s a scythe. A big one - there was another instagram video of an extra holding a big scythe on his shoulder, looking at a big fire or something? I can’t remember but it seems Ominous. Also why is the blade wrapped up like that and why has it just been left next to the pool??
So on my other blog I asked if someone would like series imagine when Montgomery is fwb with reader and because I got over 70 notes at the moment and felt like a rockstar I decided to start a new blog for this and for everything related to 13 reasons why.
NOTE:TWO IMPORTANT THINGS:
1. It’s going to be a series, so they haven’t gotten really close yet.
2. English is not my first language, I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or something, if you spot any, feel free to let me know :)
It was last Friday before school started again and Bryce decided to
throw his typical huge pool party. You didn’t really feel like coming
but Sheri called you about 50 times in last two days asking you to come and you finally gave up.
“Mom, I’m leaving! See you tomorrow!”, you shouted leaving the house.
Your parents let you stay at Sheri’s place so you didn’t have to worry
about coming home and still being a little buzzed.
“Bye honey, have a nice time!”, you heard your mom when you were closing the door.
Jeff, you best friend, was already here, waiting for you in his car.
“Jeez, I always have to wait for you”, he said when you got in.
“It’s nice to see you too, Jeffrey”, you ignored his moaning.
“Don’t make me wait for you after the party, or I will leave you there", he threatened, but you knew it was a joke.
You have known each other since you were 5 years old, he’s for you like a brother and he treats keeping Bryce away from you as his full time job.
“I’m staying at Sheri’s place so you don’t have to wait, don’t worry”, you smiled at him.
“Someone’s gonna get wasted today, huh?”
“I don’t know yet, Sheri made me go", I shrugged my arms.
Fifteen minutes lates we were at Bryce’s place, Jeff stopped the car and you went at the back of the house.
“Yooo, Jeff, Y/N!”, Justin Foley was the first one to notice you two.
“Hi Justin”, you answered looking for Sheri.
“Hey, you”, suddenly she jumped on you from behind. “ You got everything?”
“Yep, ready for sleepover”, you smiled.
“ Great!”, she clapped. “Where’s your bathing suit? Get changed and lets go to the pool”
“It’s already on me”, you let her look under your t-shirt dress.
“What do you have there, I wanna see too”, you hear Montgomery as he
comes to you and Sheri and he puts his arms around your and her
“You’re funny man, Monty, really funny”, you clapped his chest, and go with Sheri to put your stuff next to hers.
“I think he has a thing for you”, she said.
“Who, Monty?”, you laughed. “Come on, he has a thing for anything that moves”.
Suddenly someone grabbed you around the waist and throwed you into the pool.
“What the fuck?!”, you screamed when you resurfaced out of the water and saw who throwed you in. “Zach, you know I can’t swim”.
“Yeah, that’s why Justin waits right there, to grab you if there was a need”.
You turned around and saw Justin standing behind you.
“ Great, but couldn’t you wait until I take my dress off?”, you asked.
“Come on, we’ll grab some drinks, you’ll hang your dress on chair, it
will be dry in less than hour”, Sheri gave you her hand and helped you
get out of the pool.
You are a simple girl, you see vodka, you mix it with cola and so you
did this time. You took of your dress and suddenly Monty showed up out
“I will wait in the pool”, Sheri mumbled and went to the pool as fast as glass full of drink let her.
“Lookin’ good, Y/N”, he said as he eyed you up and down.
You took a straw, put it in the glass, turned towards him, put it in
your mouth and took a sip looking straight in his face while he stared
at your lips probably imagining the straw was his dick. Fucking horny bastard , you thought to yourself.
“In your dreams, Montgomery, in your dreams”, you walked past him.
“We’ll see”, he whispered.
You went to the pool and sat next to Sheri.
“Hi, guys”, Jessica swam to you. “What did you said to Monty, he stares at you all the time”, she asked.
“I told you”, Sheri punched your arm.
“And I told you”, you punched her too, “that he stares at anything that moves”.
“Well, yeah, it’s Montgomery, but…”, Jess took a break to take a sip of
her drink, “there are bunch of hot girls in bathing suit today and he
stares ONLY at you”.
“Probably because I’m one of very few left that didn’t make out with him”.
“You know, that if you do it some time, we won’t judge you”.
“Okay, I will make it clear”, you put your glass at the edge of the
pool. “I admit, he’s fucking handsome and… I mean… Look at those abs.
But other than that he’s so fucking stupid, typical arrogant jock, hot
head that is first to fight”
“Alright then”, Sheri smiled.
All three of you are in the cheerleaders team so you spend some time
talking about new routines and moves you could incorporate.
“Ladies”, Justin and Jeff came up to you, “ We need two of you to play a round of beer pong with us”.
“You drink, Atkins?”, you asked.
“No, I’m just gonna throw the ball, someone else is gonna do the drinking part”
It was obvious Jess is gonna play with Justin and because Sheri wasnt really into drinking games you had to play with Jeff.
“I just finished my drink, so I’m in, just bring me my dress” you
pointed it as you didn’t want to walk past bunch od jockes wearing only
“Yes, ma'am”, he went to grab it and you slowly got out of the water.
You and Jess both were terrible at beer pong, so the game lasted ages
and more and more people were gathering around the table waiting for
You throw a ball and missed again.
“ Oh fuck me, Y/L/N”, Monty rolled his eyes.
“You wouldn’t handle this, babe”, you answered and everyone giggled
waiting for him to response. Justin giggled so much he missed the shot
while Jessica and Sheri stand speechless with their mouths open.
“Alright”, he said with a halfsmile.
Few hours later it got chillier, so you get in hot tub with few other people.
“Guys, I gotta go”, Jeff came over to say bye.
“Yeah, I promised dad to help him in the morning”, he said. “Girls”, he
turned to you and Sheri, “if you need a ride home just call me.”
“My dad will pick us up, but thank you”, Sheri said.
“Okay, see you on Monday”
“Bye, Jeff”, you waved at him.
Some time later Sheri went to help other girl get to the bathroom, cause
she felt sick and Justin and Jessica left too after you told them to
get a room when the started heavy make out session. You soon regret it,
cause suddenly it was only you and Montgomery. He got into got tub,
holding to shots of tequila.
“Will you do me this honor?”, he handed you one of the shots.
“Whatever”, you rolled your eyes and drank tequila looking him right in the eyes.
“So…”, he started with a cocky grin on his face. “It’s just two of us. In a hot tub. Wearing barely anything”
“I already said it today, but I will repeat it for you”, you lean a
little bit towards him, “this time read my lips. In. Your. Dreams.
“Oh really?”, he asked still looking at your lips.
You felt his hand softly going up and down your back, you could’ve moved
away but somehow you didn’t want to. He grabbed your waist, pull you
closer and basically attacked you with his lips. And again, you didn’t
push him away. Instead, you tucked your fingers into his hair pulling
yourself even closer to him. You still hated him as a person, nothing
has changed, but there was something about his kisses and his touch, you didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t want it to stop. It made
shivers going down your spine. You felt him smiling as he moved his lips to your ear.
“Liberty high’s sweetheart also has needs, huh?”, he whispered and
started kissing your neck. Alright, Monty came back to being Monty.
You felt his abs clenched under your touch. Oh boy, I will fuck you up and you will not like it , you thought.
You felt him sucking your collarbone.
“No hickeys, Monty”, you slightly moved away.
“As you wish”, he pulled you back closer, started kissing you jaw. His
hands went from your thighs, to your butt, squized it, went higher up to untie your bra.
“Easy boy”, you moved away from him, he couldn’t reach your back anymore so he placed them on your thighs moving closer again.
“No, no, no”, you whispered putting your foot on his strategic place and rub it gently.
Seeing grin of satisfaction on his face, you slowly came closer, but he wasted no time, grabbed you by your hips, put on his lap and kissed you again. You took his hands and put them on edges of hot tub.
“Keep your hands to yourself”, you said looking him in the eyes.
Your hands went slowly through his elbows to shoulders and down chest to the abs. You sucked his bottom lip, put tip of finger under his boxers and moved it from hip to hip. You felt him growing under you.
“Do I turn you on?”, you asked getting of his lap, placing your hands on the inside of his thighs.
“God, you’re so hot”, he whispered.
“Y/N!”, you heard Sheri. What a perfect timing.
“Yep?”, you asked.
She was standing in the entrance and couldn’t see you from there but you still moved as far away from Monty as possible.
He looked confused as fuck.
“My dad is here, we gotta go”, she shouted.
“Okay, I’m coming”.
“I’ll bring you a towel, so you can dry yourself”, she went back inside.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, Montgomery asked, still confused.
“Liberty high’s fuckboy also can get played, huh?”, you whispered into his ear.
You left the hot tub.
“Get back in here!”
“Or what? You gonna chase me around with your boner?”
You saw Sheri coming up.
“It was fun”, you said louder.
“Here”, she gave you a towel.
“Thanks”, you started drying yourself.
“Boys are inside, they have some weed if you want”.
“Thanks, Sheri, I’m good”, de la Cruz tried his best to sound normal.
Sheri helped you pick up your stuff, you looked at Montgomery, saw him
biting his fist. You put your dress on and grab your stuff.
“Good talk, Monty, see you on Monday”, you waved and followed Sheri to the car with a smile of the satisfaction on your face.
Let me know what you think, is it okay if I write in second person (is that even second person)? More action and more smut coming soon x