Jeff is very touchy when he kisses you, and it’ll almost always turn into heated make out sessions. He loves to grope your ass or thread his hands in your hair. Jeff will go to kiss your lips while your at your locker and he’ll secretly snake his hands around your waist, lowering them to grab ahold of your butt. He’s very into French kissing too, and being with Jeff means A LOT of PDA. He’ll start making out with you in the school halls, and you’ll have to remind him that your in public. After kissing Jeff, you’re most likely always sporting a couple of hickeys around your neck and collarbones. Jeff will always leave you breathless after one of his kisses, wanting for more.
Alex’s kisses are gentle but very passionate. He pours all of his feelings for you when the two of you lock lips. He’ll gently thread his hands into your hair or cradle your face between his hands. If the two of you are not in public, Alex will get more handsy with you and grab your butt, pinching it slightly while the two of you kiss. He’ll trail kisses down your neck and suck harshly on your sweet spot, leaving his mark.
Zach is a GOD when it comes to kissing. Sometimes he kisses you with so much love and passion that you’re tummy is doing little flips. He’ll cradle your face between his big hands and softly press his lips against yours. Other times he kisses you with a raw animalistic need. He’ll pin you against any surface, or have you straddle his lap, kissing you fiercely, lust evident in his eyes. He’ll rub your centre against his growing bulge, groping your ass. Zach will shove his tongue in your mouth and dominate you completely. After kissing Zach you’re always left all hot and bothered.
Justin is either super sweet when he kisses you, pecking your lips lightly or kissing your nose, he adores the way you wrinkle it when he does. Or he is super naughty. He’ll pin you down on his bed, squeezing you ass or breasts while trailing hot, moist kisses down the column of your neck.
Tony is super gentle when he kisses you. He’ll lightly press his lips onto yours, savouring the feel of your mouth against his. Tony is gentlemen, and always respects your boundaries. So he is pretty cautious when it comes to more heated kisses, always asking you if what he’s doing is okay. He loves to thread his hands in your soft locks when he’s kissing you. Kissing Tony is like a fairytale dream come true, it truly is magical.
Kissing Clay is heaven. Clay is one of the sweetest guys you have ever met, and his kisses are even sweeter (if that’s possible). He’ll cup your cheek in his hand, slowly leaning in and pecking your lips once, before diving back in for another kiss. He’ll swipe his tongue against yours hesitantly, asking for entrance. Which of course you grant him. You’ll always have to coax his tongue with your own to explore each other’s mouths.
Hannah’s kisses are really passionate. She’ll start off by kissing you with a sort of delicacy but the kiss will soon turn more sensual. She’ll thread her hands in our hair and lazily drag her tongue against yours. Hannah is not big on PDA, so she’ll always kiss you in non public places, like at home. Sometimes your kisses with Hannah do tend to get a little heated…
Montgomery de la Cruz
Monty will kiss you with so much lust and want, it takes your breath away. He’ll come up behind you at school, pinning you against your locker and shove his tongue in your mouth. He’s BIG on PDA because he likes everyone to know that you’re HIS, and only his.
Jessica’s kisses are gentle, sweet, and loving. She’ll constantly be giving you little pecks on the cheek at school, or lightly kissing your lips. She does get carried away sometimes when the two of you are in public, especially at dances or parties, and will kiss you with more fiery passion, clinging onto you in want.
Ryan is very forceful when he kisses you. He’ll pull you against him and force his tongue into your mouth, stealing the air right out of your lungs. After kissing Ryan, you’ll have dozens of hickeys that are pretty hard to cover up.
Tyler is very timid when kissing you. It usually has to be you that instigates the kiss. But once he gets more comfortable with this intimate gesture, he’ll run his hands up and down your back, sometimes daring to cup your butt, and kiss you into a breathless oblivion.
“PENNY: I’m the world’s first synthetic person capable of generating an Aura. I’m not real…
RUBY: Of course you are. You think just because you’ve got nuts and bolts instead of squishy guts makes you any less real than me?
PENNY: I don’t, um… You’re taking this extraordinarily well.
RUBY: You’re not like those things we saw back there. You’ve got a heart and a soul, I can feel it.”
–Miles Luna + Monty Oum + Kerry Shawcross (RWBY: Painting the Town)
Song: rockabye by clean bandit (it helps more if you listen to an acoustic or slow version)
I stroked Justin’s hair as he laid his head on my stomach and cried softly. I loved comforting him, he used to hate coming to me thinking he was a burden but now I was the first person he turned to. His breath slowed down and the tears stopped as I continued to play with his hair.
“Remember the first time we met?” He smiled. I hummed a yes in response.
“Can you do that again?” He whispered. I smiled softly as I thought about the first time we had met.
I walked out of class to grab a notebook I had left in my locker. Suddenly I passed the boys locker room and heard someone crying and breathing heavily. I debated on whether I should go in or not. What if someone was changing? But what if they where hurt and needed help. That made me forget all the possibilities and walk in without hesitation. I came to view with someone sitting on one of the benches hunched over so there back was to me, they where wearing the familiar light blue basketball school jersey. I recognized the person, Justin foley, I had him in a few classes but we never really talked. He was crying and breathing heavily. I quickly walked up to him and kneeled down besides him.
“Are you okay?” I spoke softly making sure not to startle him.
“Panic attack.” He quickly answered as he struggled to calm his breathing. It didn’t seem to help I grabbed his hand gently, I had seen this happen to my younger sister plenty of times so it didn’t feel weird helping him. I didn’t realize it until he was holding my hand back that I had laced our fingers together.
"It’ll be alright, it’s just a panic attack, just breath.” I reassured him. He continued to breath heavily. Usually when my sister couldn’t stop I could only stop it one other way.
"Um this is how I usually calm my sister okay.” I spoke softly as I drew shapes on his arm. I started singing rockabye by clean bandit.
"Oh love no ones ever gonna hurt you love.” I sang, my soft voice filling up the empty locker room. I was so focused on singing that I didn’t notice Justin was now calm. When I finished the song his watery red eyes where on me observing me. He wiped his tear stained cheeks as a calm expression took over his face.
“Thank you.” He whispered. I nodded as I was walking away but then I felt his hand grab my hand and push me back.
"Where are you going.” He frowned. I didn’t need him to get another panic attack so I decided to stay with him. After that we became friends. He told me why he had been crying and how that had caused his panic attack. From then on I always comforted him when something happened at home. After a while we started dating.
I finished singing the song as I looked down at Justin. Snores escaped from the small smile he was displaying, he had fallen asleep. I turned off the light as I cuddled into him.
“Move, (Y/L/N).” You heard the familiar, hateful voice come from behind you as you stood at your locker. You rolled your eyes and ignored it, prompting him to continue: “Seriously, move, you’re in my way.“
You turned, finding yourself face to face with Montgomery De La Cruz, who simultaneously annoyed you and made your heart flutter. His locker was next to yours, and he always seemed to get so angry when you were there at the same time. "You have plenty of room.” you stated simply.
“Can’t you just move? I can’t get to my damn books because of you.” Montgomery wasn’t the nicest guy in the world in general, or at least that’s what he wanted people to think, but when it came to you? No one had ever been more to rude to you than he is, and no one has ever gotten on his nerves the way you seem to.
You scoffed and slammed your locker shut, intentionally hitting him with your shoulder as you pushed past him to get to class, letting your arm brush against him for just an extra second. What he didn’t notice was that you did it on purpose.
What you didn’t notice was how his eyes followed you all the way down the hall.
But he didn’t realize that you were watching. When he thought no one else was, you were.
You saw how on the very first day of school, he didn’t just tell a freshman where her class was, he walked her there.
You saw how when another freshman dropped her books a week later, he picked them all up for her.
You saw how when a sophomore guy didn’t have lunch money, Montgomery bought lunch for him.
You saw all of the moments that he wanted to hide– he wanted to be seen as tough, but deep down? He was kind-hearted and caring.
You were just starting your junior year and you were standing in Jess’ living room, drink in hand. You felt good tonight– your hair and makeup was done, you were dressed up for the first time in weeks, and the little bit of alcohol flowing through your veins was boosting your confidence.
“(Y/N)! Hey!” Jess slurred, pulling you into a hug.
“Hey, Jess!” you said laughing, "Where’s Justin?“
"He’s late, can you believe that?” she said, rolling her eyes. “What kind of boyfriend shows up late to his girl’s party?"
You laughed again, about to reply when someone bumped your arm, making your drink spill onto your shoes. "What the hell?” you exclaimed, spinning around to see who had knocked into you.
“Problem, (Y/L/N)?” Of course. There was Montgomery, standing there with a smirk.
“God, what is your problem? I don’t ever bother you unless you’re messing with me first and yet you still hate me! What did I ever do to you, Cruz?"
He just stared at you for a second before starting to laugh. Just the sight of him laughing about this made your blood boil and without even realizing what you were doing, you threw the rest of your drink in his face and walked away. You weren’t just angry– you were hurt. You see the way he treats other people, especially when no one is around, but when it came to you, he acted like the stereotypical asshole jock. You didn’t understand what it was about you that made him this way. And the alcohol in your system was just making all of your feelings more intense.
”(Y/N), wait!“ you heard him call after you, but you kept going. You walked out of the living room, through the front door, and were halfway down the road before he caught up with you.
"Please just listen to me.” he said, catching your arm and turning you around.
“No!” You were practically yelling now as you pulled your arm away. “I don’t wanna hear it, Cruz. You act like you hate me for no reason."
"I wish I hated you, (Y/N). I hate the way you make everyone love you. I hate that every time I walk into a room, my eyes find you. I hate that your laugh has become my favorite sound. I hate that every time I close my eyes, I see your smile. I hate that you look so gorgeous all the time. I hate that I can’t even sleep without dreaming of you. I hate that I love you, because I know you’ll never love me. I wish I hated you, (Y/N), but I love you so much that it hurts.”
You were shocked, to say the least. For so long, you’d thought that even just the thought of you annoyed Montgomery, but he’d felt this way all along?
“Why do you act like this, then?” you asked, not quite understanding why his actions and words didn’t match up.
“Honestly? Because I’m scared. You’re beautiful and you’re smart and you’re so kind, I don’t think anyone like you could ever love me. I was scared of you finding out and rejecting me.” he admitted, a sad look filling his eyes as he looked towards the ground. “You’re too good for me, so I act like I don’t care."
"Monty…” You whispered the nickname, but his eyes shot up to meet yours. You’d never called him anything but ‘Cruz,’ so the sound of his nickname coming out of your mouth was both shocking and beautiful to him. “How could you ever think I wouldn’t love you?"
"Why would you? I’ve been nothing but terrible to you since you moved here 2 years ago.” he replied, still looking sad.
“You really don’t notice, do you? I’ve been watching you since the beginning and I see it. I see through your tough facade. I see how deep down, you truly do care about people’s feelings. Just let down your walls, Montgomery.” You found yourself stepping towards him as you were speaking, ending up right in front of him by the end of your speech.
“So, you don’t hate me?” he asked quietly.
“Of course not.” You answered, placing your hand on his cheek.
“I love you.” he whispered, pulling your face to his before kissing you slowly. “I’ve always loved you.”
Imagine Steve Rogers finding out that one or two of the Howling Commandos (maybe Dugan and/or Falsworth) are still alive (but hella old) in present day because they just show up one day at Avenger tower and just let themselves in and before long the three of them are telling the Tony, Thor, and the team a tale of the glory days of the Howling Commandos. (Up to you if you want to throw Bucky in)
booming laughter was easily discernable from the other side of the door, as was
a mess of chatter and laughter from his other teammates. The softer, slower cadence that came when the
laughter subsided, Steve couldn’t place.
When he turned the corner
into the common area, he nearly dropped his shield. The faces weren’t the same – lined and aged –
but he still knew them.
“Dum Dum? Monty?”
“’ere he is!” Monty
grinned. “Let’s us have a look at
Steve stumbled over in a
fog. He hadn’t had the time – he’d read the files shortly after the Chitauri,
but that had been a few years before. He
didn’t think they’d still be alive and he felt something deep within him ease
to know that they were.
“Even ages better’n we
did, Monty.” Dugan was still sporting
his mustache, though it wasn’t as full as it’d once been.
“How – I didn’t think-“
“-That we’d miss a chance
to warn your new team about your particular brand of shenanigans?” There was a familiar glint in Monty’s eyes.
“Cap? Shenanigans? I don’t know if those words belong in the same
sentence, gentlemen.” Tony’s grin was
“Suppose not.” Dugan mused.
“Unless you count the raid in Al—“
“—No. That was strategic.”
“The goat was not strategic.” Monty tipped carefully to his right, stage
whispering to Natasha: “He thought barnyard fauna counted as a sufficient
“Not the point! You
couldn’t have guessed that goat was going to head-butt a HYDRA operative. You got lucky!” Dugan took a sip of what Steve was reasonably
sure was a Hot Toddy.
“Dernier trained it.”
“He was the explosives expert!”
whisperer.” Steve set his jaw against a
“Wait, I’m confused. Was there a special ops goat, or wasn’t
there?” Bruce looked between the three
Commandos curiously and seeming a little hopeful that it was possible to train
a goat for such a task.
Dugan cracked up first,
Monty and Steve devolving into helpless laughter not long after.
“Maybe.” Came the unified,
“Aw, be nice to Eleanor,
she saved the day that day!” Bucky was
back and had caught the tail end of the conversation, apparently.
I Hate You, I Love You | Montgomery Dela Cruz x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff POV: Reader’s/First Person
A/N: It’s the first time I’ve ever written and posted an imagine for someone else other than Zach! But this was requested so, I hope you guys like this too. Warning: things kinda escalate quickly lol. Enjoy!
Request: Uhhhh maybe a Monty x reader love hate fanfic?
Taking AP Chemistry was both the best and the worst. I do enjoy it, but it really is too much work sometimes, just like now. We were told to make a research paper and I thought that I could use my free period to get started, so I went directly to the library.
I picked up a few Chemistry books and made my way to the large table at the back of the library, away from all the students. I liked my alone time. As I turned page after page, a tall figure pulled the empty chair in front of me and rested his backpack on top of the table. I looked up from my paper and see Monty, who had his face buried in his folded arms, while his head rested on his backpack. He was sleeping.
“Hey. Wake up.” I whisper at him and he doesn’t move.
“Wake up, we’re not allowed to sleep here!” I whisper once again and he still doesn’t budge.
“This is a no-sleeping area! I’m going to get in trouble because of you!” I whisper-yell at him and kick his shin and he jumps up with an irritated look on his face as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.
“Mind your own business will you?!” He snarls at me and I huff in annoyance.
“If you want to sleep, then sleep somewhere else. Don’t do it here, I don’t want to get in trouble when you get caught.” I reply.
“Why do you think I chose to sleep here? The librarian can’t see. Dumb dumb.” He says and I was caught speechless by his remark. A little hurt, if I were to be honest.
I shut my mouth and let out one last sigh to express my shock and disgust at his behavior. I just can’t wrap my head around him. One minute he’s as sweet as candy, and the next minute he’s just plain mean and arrogant. It has always been like this with Monty. He’s like Marmite, you either love him, or you hate him and I don’t exactly know where I stand just yet.
I continue writing my Chemistry paper, and once and a while I’d find myself stopping to take a look at the guy sleeping in front of me. He looked so vulnerable like that; his ears turning red, probably from the heat in the library. It was a hot day, and the air conditioning in the library wasn’t on full blast. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, his nose twitching from time to time, probably because of a dream. His pink, plump lips were slightly apart as warm breath escaped his lips.
The sound of the bell awakened both him and I as we jump back into reality. He got up, swung his backpack on his right shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the library on his own. He didn’t even have the decency to wait for me as I placed my notebooks inside my bag. I shook my head and continued to walk out of the library.
The next day
Monty, Justin and I were on our way out of our Peer Communications class to meet our friends in the cafeteria for lunch when I had a sudden craving.