A/N: Here’s the Monty fic as voted on! I hope this is fine. This is a lime, so it stops a little before the full on smut as I’m not comfortable going to those lengths right now.
Y/N walked around, patrolling the rather darker side of the pizza plex. He had been given the position of being one of the night guards here. Knowing the history of all the other Freddy Fazbear franchises, he wanted to see if all the commotion over children going missing was real. Which he had soon learnt was pretty real, he experienced a not so nice encounter with Springtrap and a possessed Monty.
That night, the (H/C) haired male was backed against the wall by Monty, the other male looking at his boyfriend with a lustful expression. It was certainly a change of events when Monty started whining and whimpering about wanting to be railed right there on the spot.
Anyhow, he shrugged off that thought. Once his boyfriend returned to normal, it was a slightly awkward encounter. Ever since then, Y/N would tease the shorter male about it, loving his flustered face.
He headed towards Monty’s attraction, wanting to go see what his lover was up to. He walked out of the elevator, glancing around, seeing Monty cleaning up some of the clubs. Y/N walked over, a sly smirk upon his face as he grabbed Monty’s shoulder, pushing him against the wall gently.
Monty gasped, dropping the club in the process as he sucked in a breath, his cheeks heating up when he noticed how close the other was to him. “What yer’ doin’ here, scarin’ me like that, idiot.” He grumbled, his scarlet eyes keeping a strong gaze on Y/N through his star shaped glasses.
Y/N leaned in, chuckling softly. “I just wanted to come visit my boyfriend, have some fun with him. Is that such a crime..?” he whispered, his free hand keeping a tight grip on Monty’s slim waist. He looked down at his neck, pulling his shirt to the side slightly, noticing his marks fading. He leaned in, kissing Monty’s neck gently, biting at his skin gently.
Monty shook his head slightly, letting out a soft groan as he attacked his neck. He tilts his head to the side, allowing the other to do as he pleased. Small whimpers fell from his lips as he felt his boyfriend start to rub his crotch over his jeans. “Jesus christ, please baby..quit ‘yer teasin’..” he mumbled slowly, already running out of breath.
“Beg for it, Darling~.” His voice spoke out raspy, making Monty break out into a blush.
He leaned back into the wall as Y/N pressed up against him with a smirk, pulling back from his neck. “Please, please stop with ‘yer teasin’. Do whatever you want, I won’t complain..I swear by it.” he responds, his voice slightly shaky.
“You’re doing great...” he hummed lightly, Y/N unzipping the other's pants, holding onto the waistband of Monty’s jeans, not pulling them down just yet. His free hand gripping his chin gently, pressing a passionate kiss against his lips whilst his other hand started to slowly slide his jeans off.
Monty stopped him for a moment, grabbing his hand gently. “There’s bots and cameras everywhere..couldn’t risk ‘ya loosen ‘yer job.” he mumbled, leading his boyfriend to a room nearby. Once in the room, he was getting impatient, immediately kicking his jeans off, throwing them somewhere around the room. He couldn’t care less right now, he was just desperate for his lover. He immediately started to undo Y/N’s shirt, letting out a small huff, struggling with the buttons because of his longer nails. He definitely grew impatient as Y/N just stood there, amused watching as he struggled.
Don’t mess with her boyfriend | Montgomery de la Cruz
Requested by anon (a while ago) : You & your blog are both amazing I have so much love❤️ could u pretty pls do a Monty x reader, her ex comes back to Liberty and approaches her trying to get back together totally ignoring Monty’s presence, obviously Monty gets annoyed and tells him to get lost, her ex starts dissing Monty.. let’s just say she’s a feisty one and nobody messes with her baby EVER, so she starts defending him and maybe even throws in a slap lol but that’s your call to make.. xx
Word count : 1.1k words.
As you walked inside the crowded hall of Liberty, you felt some students weirdly stare at you but you just ignored it and walked over to your locker to get your books out for the day. You had a lot to do this week including convincing your parents to let you go to Jessica’s party on Friday. You were so deep in your thoughts until somebody pulled you out of them. “Hey babygirl” You smiled and leaned back until your back gently collided with your boyfriend’s chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I missed you.” He whispered to your ear before kissing your cheek. You turned around, grabbing the front of his shirt to steady yourself and kissed him, soft and slow.
“De la Cruz, (Y/L/N), lay it off!” Kevin Porter shouted from across the hall, dragging the attention of most students around on you. Nothing unusual.
“I missed you too.” You whispered against his lips before moving away to close your locker. By the time you turned around, your eyes landed on somebody who shouldn’t have been in Liberty. “You have to be kidding me…”
“And that’s what I wanted to tell you.” Montgomery sighed.
Your mood went from extremely happy, even though nobody is extremely happy on a Monday morning, to extremely angry within the matter of seconds. Standing a few feet away from you, with the rest of the jocks, was your ex boyfriend, the person you hated the most on earth, Noah.
Jessica introduced you to Noah at a party over the summer before sophomore year. It didn’t take long before you started dating. You spent the whole summer together. And you did that terrible mistake of trusting him and giving yourself to him. You were in love. Or so you thought. By the end of summer, Noah moved across the country with his parents. A decision he knew about for months but never told you about. You got the news on the first day of school when Zach and Justin asked you about how you were going to manage a long distance relationship. It didn’t hit you right away. It hit you when you saw a new guy on the field with Noah’s number. It hit you when you texted him and he simply told you that he didn’t think it was that big of a deal to tell you. It hit you when everybody at school was talking about you. You went through the first half of sophomore year secluding yourself in the Library, studying and keeping yourself from seeing anybody. You were ashamed of how naive you were to trust Noah like that.
One day, while you were busy finishing your Spanish paper, Montgomery pulled the chair next to yours and loudly crashed on it. “Shhhhh!” Someone angrily looked at him.
“The fuck you want nerd?”
He was about to stand up and fight that innocent soul for hushing him that way when you grabbed him hand to stop him. “Don’t.” And he didn’t. He just glared at the young boy and looked at you. You didn’t even stop what you were doing. “What are you doing here? I’ve never seen set a foot in here before.”
“Wanted the test the ambiance.”
You chuckled shaking your head. “What do you think about it so far?”
“Sucks.”
“And how about you tell me the real reason why you’re here?”
“I got an essay to finish.”
“Liar.”
“I am worried about you.” Your head shot up in surprise. His signature smirk was replaced by a rather concernes expression. “You never leave this place unless you go home or to class.” At least in the school library nobody judged you, too busy studying.
“I wanna pass. Is there a problem with this?”
“You’re a straight A student, you don’t need to put efforts to get the highest grades.”
“Maybe I do now.”
“Liar.”
“Get out if you have so much to tell each other. People are trying to study here.” Another student loudly whispered to you.
And you got out. You didn’t need people to notice you there. Montgomery followed you until you suddenly stopped and turned around to face him. “I am fine Monty.”
“Are you gonna keep lying to my face like that all day?”
“People keep talking about me, Monty. I hear them.” You sighed. “All the time and trust me, they’re not gonna drop the hottest tea in town so easily.”
“Let’s give them another one.”
“What?” The bell started ringing right at that moment and students were rushing out of class, filling the once empty hall you were standing in. At that exact moment, when some of them spotted you probably for the first time in days -or weeks-, Montgomery did something unexpected. He quickly closed the distance between you and pressed his lips to yours in a gentle and slow kiss. It took you one second to realize Montgomery was kissing you and another second to realize you were kissing him back. That was it. That was right. And that was nearly two years ago.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” You asked your boyfriend without looking away from Noah’s tall figure that could be spotted from miles away. Your blood was boiling inside of you.
Before Montgomery could say anything to try and calm you down, Noah saw you and walked over to you. “Hey baby, missed me?” His hand went to touch your cheek but you stepped back avoiding it. “Come on, I know you did.”
“How about you leave my girlfriend alone Carter?” Montgomery came to stand between the two of you.
“You replaced me with this poor latinx (Y/N/N)? You know you can do better.” He was completely ignoring Montgomery’s words and pushed him to the side to get closer to you. “We can start over beautiful.”
“Fuck off, Carter.” A crowd was slowly forming aroun the three of you and the boys came right away to hold Montgomery back. But he wasn’t the one who needed to be held back.
Noah looked at Montgomery who was trying to free himself from Jeff’s hold and chuckled. ’“Look at this attack dog, he can’t do anything but get into fights. What kind of future do you think he can give you?”
No one had the time to make a move that your knee collided with his crotch and as he bent down in pain, your forehead violently collided with his nose, making him fall in pain, blood flooding out of his nose. “Wanna say that again asshole?”
Next thing you knew, you were sitting in front of the honor board under the very disappointed gaze of Mr Porter. You didn’t speak, holding the icepack the school nurse gave you against your forehead on which a bump and a bruise were forming while Noah was sitting on the chair next to yours, blood still dripping out of his nose and on his white t-shirt. It didn’t take long for the honor board to come to the conclusion that you were the one to be blamed for everything and got you suspended for two days.
Request from anon: Prompt #9 with Monty Green. And please let it be smutty🙏🏻
my last smut also had this prompt and its gettin boring so i didnt use it but i still tried to make this good, and this is reaally long and its just gonna be supa smutty and idksbb
Word count: 2,301
Warnings: smut my boyz and swearin
Everyone was drunk, once again. This happened most nights, but you usually refrained from the drinking and would stay on watch or take care of your friends. Tonight was different. You had been working extra hard recently, your muscles and back sore all the time, your hair and face always a mess. You wanted to pull your weight better after one too many comments were made by Murphy and a few others. Your body was not just feeling the effects, but your mental state was too. You were stressed constantly, and you were growing increasingly moody. Figuring taking one night off to drink and forget about the pain would be good for you. You did your best to pull your hair back into a ponytail, trying to appear cleaner. You pulled on your shirt, tying it in the front, creating a different look then your usual. After tugging your regular pants on and sliding on your shoes, you exit your tent. You begin to walk towards the loudest area of camp. Along the way, you bump into the person you wanted to see least of all.
“Really, Y/N? You think you should be slacking off tonight?” Murphy barks at you. You were so sick of the little comments from the guys. They were allowed to take the nights off and go sleep with random girls, but god forbid you have a few drinks.
“Fuck off Murphy.” You state grumpily.
“Excuse me? Who do you think you-” You interrupted,
“I’m not dealing with you tonight.” You say before flicking him off as you continue to walk away.
You walk into the main group, searching for your friends. You see a few of your friends sitting on logs, talking. You walk over and greet them.
“Hey guys, surprised to see me?” You confirm their surprise before they can even say anything.
“What made you join the party tonight?” Harper asks, looking up at you.
“I,” You pause, not wanting to admit that the labor and work has made you completely exhausted, “Just need a night away.” You figure this will suffice as an excuse, and no further questions follow. You look for a seat on the logs, and frown when you notice that everyone is squished onto the logs with no room to spare.
“I have a seat for you right here Y/N!” Jasper says patting his thigh, motioning for you to sit on his lap.
“Funny.” You say sarcastically, and roll your eyes. You glance over at Monty. Monty doesn’t creep you out, and you find him quite attractive, so you decide trying to sit on his lap isn’t a bad idea. You walk over to where he is sitting, and watch him laugh at a joke someone has made, and take a sip of his drink. You plop your butt down on his thighs, sitting sideways.
“W-what are you doing?” He stutters out, surprised.
“Finding a seat.” You say casually, tossing your head back as you down your drink. You feel his body tense beneath you, and he takes a few more nervous sips of his drink. The conversations around you resume as you join in and add your opinion in. As you get more comfortable around these people, you settle in on your ‘seat’. You lean back onto his shoulder and relax your back against him. After a while he seems less tense and joins back into conversations with you. Even while relaxing you feel pain and soreness in your back and thighs, and you fidget around trying to alleviate some of the pain. You cross and uncross your legs a few times, trying to decide what is more comfortable.
“Uh-um Y/N can you stop moving so much?” Monty requests, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks. You turn your head to look at him and your face crunches in confusion.
“Okay?” You question.
“Your just, ya know-squirming a lot on my-uhm legs.” He blurts out, moving his legs underneath you in a way that seems he’s trying to get away from you.
“Do you want me to get up?” You ask him, worried you are to heavy to sit on him.
“No, you don’t have too, your just, on my crotch kind-of?” He says it almost like it’s a question. It takes you a few seconds to put together the pieces, and you realize what you were doing.
“Oh my god-I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize what I was doing!” You half-whisper to him, you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and you start to stand up. Monty quickly places his hands on your hips and pulls you back over him.
“Your my cover.” He whispers into your ear. You get chills all over your body, just from the basic idea of him whispering to you. Maybe you were more into him then you had earlier thought. You now felt what you had accidentally done to him, pressing into the back of your thigh. You felt bad for him and his obvious embarrassment, but somehow the ‘relaxation’ had made you feel buzzed in a slightly different way. Sleeping with Monty was never something you had thought about doing, but currently it was all you could think about. You shifted again, this time to where you could feel his bulge directly under your crotch. He lets out a muffled groan, and repeats a sentence from earlier.
“What are you doing?” He is whispering again, and you turn your head facing him. His face shifts from tense to nervous when he sees the lustful look on your face.
“Finding a comfortable position.” You say with a smirk and his eyes widen. He lets his arms rest loosely around your waist, and you place yours casually on top of his, pushing his arms and hands closer to your body. His entire body is tense underneath you again, more so then when you first sat down. You feel your body heating up and you have to resist the urge to straddle and kiss him right here.
“Oh no! I forgot I have to help Bellamy with something. Monty can you help me?” You announce to the people sitting closest to you.
You stand up and quickly pull Monty up after you before he can even answer. You drag him away towards the dropship. Before you can even get to the door, Monty pulls you off to the side. Your back is pressed against the cool metal and he presses his lips onto yours, gently. He begins the kiss softly, timidly and you turn it into something rougher, and quicker. You feel his body pushing you against the wall and his hands roam your body. He seems worried your going to walk away from him and he’s careful as his hands fall from your shoulders to your upper thighs, and he even lets his hands snake around towards your butt. To reveal your intentions to him, you bring your hand between your bodies and palm at the crotch of his pants. This is all happening suddenly, but your glad with the direction it is taking. Monty groans slightly into the kiss while you continue to palm at his bulge and it continues to grow. He slowly keeps one hand on your butt and brings the other hand up to your boob and he grabs at it. You would never have thought Monty would be interested in fucking you, and honestly you thought he was gay for a while. Clearly he is not. He starts to tug at the bottom of your shirt, trying to pull it off your body. You disconnect your lips for a brief pause,
“Monty-we’re in public, wait.” You start to take a step forwards towards the tents, and he grabs your arm and spins you around.
‘Can we, do it here?” He looks down, acting embarrassed. After realizing what he’s asking you think it over.
“If you want too, yeah. Let’s do it.” You begin making out again and are pushed back to your previous position against the outer side of the dropship, around the corner from your friends. He starts to tug at your shirt again, and this time you let him pull it over your head, lifting your arms up to help him. He breaks off the kiss to admire you, and he places his hands on your waist and traces the outline of your body.
“Your so beautiful.” He mumbles out, completely in awe. He brings his face to your neck and begins sucking softly. His lips pull at your skin, and you instinctively throw your head back out of pleasure. Your body throbs and your legs mesh with his. His leg is pressed in between yours and you have to hold back your moans. He finally pulls away after giving you a sufficient hickey and you begin to pull off his shirt now. His shirt slides over his head, tousling his hair slightly. You look up at him and reach behind your back. Your fingers easily unclasp your bra and you pull it around the front, letting it drop to the ground. He breathes in through his teeth, and lets his hands come up and grab at your boobs. His firm hands grope you and you let a quiet, small moan escape. This makes his hands grab harder, and then he suddenly pulls his hands away. You frown at the loss of his touch. He yanks his pants off all the way and your left standing topless, and he’s in only his boxers. His bulge imprint is prominent and it seems to only be getting bigger. You follow his lead and drop to your knees in front of him. You look up at him and maintain eye contact while you pull the edge of his boxers down. You grab his dick in your hands and keep your gaze up at him as you bring him into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head. His hands grab at your hair, pulling on it slightly. You continue doing this, using varying degrees of tongue and varying how deep you take him. Right before disconnecting your lips from him, you take him as far back as you can in your throat, and a throaty moan comes from him. You pull your mouth away with a pop and you stand up.
“Fuck..” He mumbles.
You pull off your pants, and Monty pushes his mouth onto yours again. He pulls down your underwear without breaking the kiss. Again, a familiar feeling now, your back is pressed against the drop ship. His body is firmly against yours again, and he slowly begins to lift your legs up, and then in one fluid motion he lifts you up where your legs are wrapped around his waist and your crotches are at level. Your legs are spread open and he breaks your kiss to check for consent. He gives you an identifiable look and you nod. He pushes himself up into you and begins immediately. His body rocks against yours and you both have to stifle moans. His lips attach to your neck again and kisses down to your boob, pausing to create a bite over your boob, and then he trails his way back up to your jaw. All while thrusting into you. You clench around him and he speeds up. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck. His hands move from your waist to your ass and he gropes at it desperately. His body language tells you he’s close and you feel the same. You come first around him, feeling waves of a familiar buzz cross over your body. He follows behind, not long after. You are both left panting messes. He pulls out of you and let’s your feet reach the ground again. You almost fall, your body still shaking. He grabs you and your hands hold his arm tightly.
“Good?” He smiles at you.
“Very good.” You breathe out. Suddenly you remember where you are. You look around and see you haven’t been discovered yet. You pull your bra back on and slide your shirt over your head while he pulls his pants back on. As you step into your underwear you hear him laugh slightly.
“Jasper has been trying to sleep with you for weeks. I didn’t even try and I got you!” He says jokingly.
“I’ve got a refined taste.” You shrug as you begin buttoning your pants. You grab a ponytail holder from your wrist and lean your head back, pulling your now messy hair into a high ponytail and out of the way.
“You have a lot of hickeys.” He comments. You smile and look back at him.
“Go back to the group now, I am going to go crash in my tent. Night, Monty.”
“Night Y/N, I enjoyed myself.” He says as if it weren’t obvious.
You smile and walk back to your tent. You fall back onto your bed and dream of not so P-G things involving a particular boy.
The next morning, when you walk back to work you see Murphy staring at you.
“The fuck are you looking at, John?” You say trying to piss him off.
“I see you were more than busy last night.” He comments gesturing to your neck. You glance down and mentally slap yourself for forgetting to wear more covering clothes. Your short sleeve, semi low-cut top shows each hickey trailing from your jaw to your breast.
“Shut up. At least I’m getting some.” You half grumble the last part as your eyes shift over to Monty’s work zone. You see him gesturing with his hands and you see all the guys surrounding him hoot and then look over to you, shocked. You shrug it off and get back to work.
Hey everyone, this really only applies to the FNAF fandom, I've written a Human!Monty x Dom Male Reader Lime Oneshot. I had originally written it only for my friend but he recommended that I should post it, is that something you guys would be interested in reading?
A Kiss To Change It All (Part 31) - Montgomery de la Cruz
Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader; Jeff Atkins x Best friend!Reader
Warning: None.
Word count: 1.9K
Monday
Slowly and reluctantly, you uncover your face. Blinked, closed your eyes and blinked again for a few times until you adjusted to the sunlight that was blinding you because you were too tired to close the curtains the night before. You had a long discussion with your father and despite him telling you that Montgomery was probably acting out of anger, your mind was already made and it was no way for you to continue lamenting yourself over someone who moved on quickly. No more tears. No more guilt. Just your old self back in the game. You promised you would show every single student in Liberty that no jock could break you, even if it was the big bad Montgomery de la Cruz. You were determined to start this new week on a positive note. Admiring yourself one last time in the mirror, you headed downstairs to find your best friend and father chatting in the kitchen while waiting for you.
"Good morning you two!" You chanted as you walked inside the room, kissing your father's cheek before taking a seat on your best friend's lap. Nothing unusual but considering what happened over the past weeks, your good mood and behavior were strange. "What?" You questioned when you felt their looks on you. None of them dared to tell you they found your behavior awkward, they just smiled at you and continued chatting while you were eating. "Zach and I kissed the other day." You dropped after a minute of driving.
"Is it this supposed to be surprising?"
"Yeah?"
"Okay..."
"At least fake being surprised, Atkins." You laughed and he did too. "I ran away right after that. I feel guilty because he tried calling and texting and I didn't respond."
"It's Zach we're talking about, sweetheart. He won't be mad at you if you just explain what happened."
And of course, he wasn't. The great Zach Dempsey couldn't even think of getting mad at you. When you got to your locker, you saw him chatting with Marcus a few feet away from and you decided that it was now or never to get that talk so quickly, you shoved your textbooks in your backpack and walked as fast as you could as he was walking away. "Zach!" You called and made him instantly stop. "Can we talk... in private?" You looked at Marcus with an uneasy smile. The basketball player just nodded and followed you to an empty classroom. Once you closed the door, the same heavy tension that was in his car the day he drove you to Jeff's settled in the room making the air suddenly hot and impossible to breathe. "I owe an explanation and an apology for my shitty behavior, Zach." You managed to get out of your mouth after what felt like forever.
"You had a rough week, it's alright. I understand."
A smile crept on your lips and you shook your head before you took a seat next to him, looking at the freshly cleaned blackboard. "Why do you have to be so nice?"
"Why not?"
Looking at him, you grinned and hit his shoulder playfully. "It's rude to answer a question with another one, Dempsey!"
"Ouch! I'm a sensitive guy, (Y/L/N), careful." He shot back at you on the same tone before he shook his head smiling at you. "So what's the explanation you owe me?"
Clearing your throat, you started your tale of adventures from you being on the Honor Board and ditching school, the fight with Montgomery, then you wanting to text him but ending up finding how your mother sabotaged your relationship. "And the rest, you've seen it yourself." He nodded, feeling sad for you after the scene he and the other jocks witnessed at Bryce's. "I'm sorry for running away like that."
"I should be the one apologizing but..." He paused searching for words. "We were searching for comfort, I guess and..."
"It's the only way two broken-hearted teenagers found."
"You good at finishing my sentences (Y/L/N)." He laughed.
"Saved your ass more than once, Dempsey. Be thankful I am able to read your mind."
Zach shifted on the chair so he was facing you now. You didn't look at him, kept your eyes for a moment on the board before you did. He was smiling. His angelic smile that lit up all his face and you wondered how such a sweet guy like him was friend with people like Bryce Walker. "What?"
“It’s good to see you happy again.”
With a smile, you nodded. “About the time I started smiling again, uh?” As you both exited the classroom and took opposite directions towards your first period, you heard no one talking about you or whispering countless stories as you walked past them. It felt good no to be the center of attention, to get back to being just a student among many others. Carried by your thoughts, you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and bumped into someone who instantly got a hold of your arms catching you before you hit the floor. You looked up and almost chocked when you saw Montgomery. Taking a step back and freeing your arms from his hold, you mumbled an apology and quickly walked away, leaving him standing there without a chance to say a word. You didn’t want to hear anything coming from him.
Thursday
The past days went smoothly. You allowed yourself to go out with Zach the night before, friendly night out, just talking and getting to know each other since you didn't really get to talk while working on your bio projects. The whispers and weird looks stopped giving you the peace you were desperately looking for. Or so you thought as you were headed to watch your best friend practice before the big game of the next day.
"How could he even go official with a girl like her? Boooriiiing." One of the cheers said out loud as you walked past them to get to the bleachers, making the rest of the group laugh as they eyed you.
Another added in a louder voice. "He probably fucked her this summer and didn't like it."
You heard them. They meant it, they wanted you to hear them and when you sprinted towards the nearest bathrooms, the cheerleaders started giggling and babbling even more. You tried to swallow back the tears that were threatening to start falling again. You almost made it through two days without crying. A record for the past weeks. Locking yourself in an empty stall, you let them fall silently on your cheeks, muffled sobs escaping your lips as you wanted to avoid anyone hearing you. But someone did. Someone followed you when the cheerleaders talked about you, worried about you. They couldn't help but listen through the thin door to your cries. You eventually got out after a few minutes, eyes puffy and red, sniffling and they got out at the same time. Kimberly. Great, you couldn't ask for anyone else to see you like this. She stood next to you, watching you wash and dry your face all the way long. "I am sorry, (Y/N)." She finally said when you looked for a second. Something in her voice made you feel that she was genuine to you. You gave her a slight nod and a small smile before you turned around ready to head out when she spoke again. "He still thinks about you a lot, do you know that?" She paused when she saw you stop walking. You didn't turn around, your heart taking a fast race inside your chest. "He..." She let out a nervous chuckle. "He calls me your name all the time."
You dared to look at her and tried as hard as you could to keep a straight face even though her words brought a sweet feeling to your cold heart. "I am sorry for..."
Kimberly took a step towards you, a smile on her lips. A pained smile. "I am not blaming you, (Y/N)."
"I don't understand then. Why are you telling me all of this?"
"Because you two aren't over each other." A statement from her. The blonde told you a fact you were pushing away from your mind.
You shook your head. "You don't know an..."
"Maybe I know nothing." She cut you off. "I know nothing of what happened between you and how things ended, yeah. But trust me, (Y/N), I see enough things every day since he got with me to tell you that he still thinks about you a lot." Kimberly went on telling you that he didn't change your name on his phone and kept your picture on his lock screen, he got mad at her when she pointed it out. She often caught him looking at you when you were too busy to notice him doing so. He smiled when you did, got worried when he didn't see you around Jeff and went crazy asking Justin or Scott to go ask your best friend if you were alright. That was when it hit you. Justin had a lot going on and to deal with but he texted you this morning when you were at the hospital for some blood tests, asking where you were and if everything was fine. Not that Justin didn’t care about you but he certainly wouldn’t freak out if he didn’t see you at school. But this morning you had French and your seat was empty when Montgomery entered the room, causing him to panic almost immediately as he just saw Jeff by the lockers earlier and you weren’t with him. He practically harassed Justin to text you and if the basketball player wanted to get some peace, he didn’t have much choice than to do what Monty asked him to. "Even this..." She smiled down at the leather bracelet hanging low on your wrist before she grabbed your hand to look at it closely. "He doesn't want to take it off." The boys kept telling him that it would be better if he took it off but he snapped one day as they were changing in the locker room and almost got into a fight with one of the jocks.
Pulling your hand away, you sighed. You couldn't break down in front of her after what she said. "He is with you now. Your boyfriend, not mine anymore."
Kimberly laughed. "I don't think that this purely sexual thing that is going between Monty and I is the definition of a relationship."
"I don't care about what you do together. I just don't understand what your point is." Of course, you cared, you were dying to know what attracted him to her and now you had your answer. It didn’t surprise you at all. But you hated thinking that he was having sex with another girl and you couldn’t fight the feeling squeezing your heart almost until you couldn’t breathe.
She smiled. “My point is that you two are destroying one another by staying apart. Whether you like the idea or not, (Y/N), you two are still madly in love with each other but your pride or whatever this is is not helping either of you. Do you think Zach would bring you happiness like Monty did?” You were speechless. She was surprisingly smart and showed you a face you didn’t know about her. “I’ll give you the answer. He would make you happy because Zach is a good guy but you wouldn’t be as happier as if you were with Monty.”
“You do realize what you’re saying, right?” She nodded. “Don’t you like him?”
“I do. But you love him, there’s the difference..”
A Kiss To Change It All (Part 18) - Montgomery de la Cruz
Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader; Jeff Atkins x Reader
Warning: Nothing to be worried about (just yet)
Word count: 1664 words
It was no secret that Montgomery de la Cruz had major anger issues and that he often beat almost anyone -and anything- that got on his way. And it often lead him to be either on detention or suspended, depending on how bad and deep the mess he got himself into was and how badly injured the unfortunate soul who got on his way was too. But ever since he started dating you, he became calmer, turning to you whenever something or someone bothered him, whether it was at school or in the middle of the night, you were always there for him. You were the perfect balance for him.
But for the past two weeks, you had been busy working on your final biology project with Zach, it was worth more than half of your final grade and you couldn't allow yourself to fail it. You spent a lot of time together because all you wanted was to get done and over with so you could breathe and get back to your normal life. You barely spent time with Montgomery or Jeff for that matter, and if your best friend was more comprehensive of the situation, he also noticed how it was slowly getting on Montgomery's nerves and he sure was going to lose it sooner or later.
You were oblivious to the situation until one morning when you came to school with your best friend and found Bryce, Justin, and Marcus trying to break a fight. You frowned and moved closer to see who was involved in it only to find Montgomery beating Zach on the ground. "Monty!" You pushed past the curious students, trying desperately to reach your boyfriend, Jeff following close behind you. "Montgomery stop!" You yelled when you finally got Bryce and Justin to move out of your way since they couldn't really control your angry boyfriend.
"(Y/N) step back, you're gonna get hurt." Justin grabbed your arm and tried to pull you away from the two fighting boys but you yanked your arm and managed to get a hold of Montgomery's hand before he hit Zach's face again.
"Monty please stop..." You used all your strength to hold him because you were sure that if you ever let go of him, his fist would surely land on Zach again. You tugged on his hand and when he was on his feet, Jeff quickly helped Zach to stand up and got him away from the crowd which was slowly breaking up. Montgomery didn't look at you and pulled away from your hold. "What was that about?" You dared to ask when you were left alone with him but he didn't respond and started walking towards his car. "Monty wait!" He stopped, jaw clenched and visibly terribly pissed. "Babe, what happened?" Not a word still. "Okay, if you don't want to talk at least let me take care of those..." You took his hands in yours.
A heavy silence filled the Jeep as you drove away from Liberty and to your house, your parents were long gone to work so you didn't have to come up with any type of excuse about ditching school. You lead him to your bathroom, made him stand before the sink so you were able to rinse away the blood that stained his skin, most of it wasn't his but he had many cuts and bruises covering his knuckles. "Alright, all done. I'm gonna get you some ice, it'll help." You didn't even try to ask him anything again and just quickly left the room. The reason why he beat Zach was still a mystery to you, you kept trying to figure it out but you couldn't point it out. As you were resting against the kitchen counter, thinking, your phone buzzed in your pocket. "Jeff, hey..."
"How are things over there?"
You sighed. "Monty didn't say a word since the fight."
"So you don't know why he did it, do you?"
"I don't have a freaking clue." You heard him sigh on the other side of the line. "You know what's gotten into him, uh?"
"He... Look, sweetheart, you and Zach have been together non-stop lately." He paused. "I know you've been working on that project but Montgomery didn't see it like this." You frowned. "I don't know if calling him jealous would be right but he couldn't take it anymore."
All of a sudden, you realized that indeed you spent a lot of time with Zach and barely acknowledged your boyfriend. "Oh my God... I'm such an idiot!" You smacked your forehead, mad at your own self. "How didn't I even notice this? Gosh, I'm so freaking stupid!" You kept hit your forehead with your palm, how could you be so blind to something so obvious?
"Hey hey calm down, would you? I know how you get when you're so focused on school projects and homework, it's not your fault..."
"Oh please, I have been nearly ignoring the two of you for two weeks and you tell me it's not my fault, Jeff? Please don't be so nice to me when I am wrong..."
He chuckled. "Sorry but you know I can't stop being nice to you, sweetheart." You smiled, shaking your head. "Now how about you make it up to your boyfriend?"
"And I'll make it up to you too, handsome, I promise." You were about to hang out. "Oh and Jeff?"
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"I'm sorry."
"You don't have anything to be sorry about, sweetheart. Now go get your boyfriend in a better mood."
"I love you, Jeffereykins."
"I love you too my pretty girl."
You shoved your phone in your pocket and took a deep breath before you headed back to your room, holding the ice pack in your hands. You didn't know whether you should find it cute that Montgomery got jealous or concerned because at that point he could beat up any guy that got close to you for school work. You pushed the door open, silently closing it behind you and rested against it, observing him as he laid on your bed, hands behind his head, staring at the white ceiling. "I'm pretty sure you have an obsession with my ceiling, babe." You tried to lighten the mood but it didn't work because he didn't even look at you, or smile, or anything. "Are you going to give the silent treatment for a long time?" Still nothing. You dropped the ice pack on your nightstand and kicked your shoes off before you climbed on the bed and on top of your boyfriend, straddling his hips. His first reaction was to hold your waist so you didn't fall but still didn't look at you. "I suck as a girlfriend, uh?" You traced random patterns on his t-shirt. "You know when I start working on something, I tend to get absorbed in the work and I forget about everything else." You stopped for a moment, hoping to get a reaction. "It's not a reason for barely spending time with you and you have every right to be mad at me, hell you could even break up with me because of this..." You frowned at your own words. "Oh no, forget about this last option, stick with being mad at me, okay?" He smiled. Awesome you were getting somewhere. "I am sorry, babe..."
He looked at you and couldn't help but smile even more when he saw you pouting like a child who did a huge mistake and caught by his parents. "I got scared, (Y/N)."
"Of what?"
He sat up but kept one hand on your hip to keep you in place. "That you might start liking Dempsey and dump me for him." His jaw clenched. "I see the way he looks at you..."
"Zach is just my bio partner." You cut him off. "If he wanted to make a move on me, he would have done it a long ago but he didn't and he won't because he knows that I'm in love with you and no one else. I don't want you to think that I'll ever look at someone else because it's you and just you, babe."
You could swear you saw him blush. He pushed away your hair so he could rest his hand on your cheek, thumb softly rubbing your skin. "I love you too, my princess." You closed your eyes, leaning against his hand, enjoying his warm skin against yours. It always felt like a blessing whenever he touched you and you had to admit it, you missed it. You missed everything about him. "Don't fall asleep, I need you awake." You smiled at the tone he used. "Very much awake, baby girl."
The next thing you knew, you were under his strong body, completely trapped under him and to his mercy. He grinned before he slammed his lips against yours, giving you probably the most intense kiss he had ever given you, moving from your mouth to your neck and down to whatever exposed skin he could find. It was when you woke up, a couple of hours later that you saw the nasty marks he left on your neck and chest. "Oh Lord, Cruz, you really had to do that?" You turned around only to find him smirking from the bed, sheets only covering his lower half.
"Baby girl, I need to make sure people know you're mine and mine only."
"As if they don't know this already." You moved back to the bed, buttoning up his plaid shirt that you were wearing.
He grabbed your hand, stopping you from closing the shirt completely. "Just a little reminder to whoever would think about trying to flirt with my girl." His lips brushed yours, teasing before they landed on your neck, kissing where he left dark red marks. "My baby girl..." He breathed against your skin, unbuttoning the few buttons you managed to get closed. "Round 2?" He asked with a boyish grin.
A Kiss To Change It All - Montgomery de la Cruz (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/RBWoHz9TCP
As many people asked for a Wattpad version of it, so here it is! I will be publishing on both (as soon as I get back to writing which is in a few days? Hopefully...)
And I suck at doing edits for pictures and stuff, so I just did this cover with whatever I found on Google ahah.
Request: can you write a Monty imagine where you have a crush on him and he likes you and you push him away bc you don't think he likes you and then you figure out an end lots of fluff tho pls (((: also there's like no rush so don't worry about getting this written (((:
A/N: Aight, I’d like to apologize for how ooc this is, but ti’s finally here. For once I actually followed through on my promise (well, third promise). Here you go people, don’t hate me too much.
Word Count: 711 (pretty long, if I do say so myself, at least compared to my other stuff)
Warnings: Naughty language, OOC characters, bad grammar, overall terrible writing
“Y/N!” you heard Monty yell from across camp, a smile growing on his face like a puppy. You couldn’t help but smile back, his excitement was infectious.
“What’s up?” You responded, trying to appear casual even as you were freaking out in your head. What was he doing? You guys were acquaintances at best, more like strangers. You waited nervously for his response, worried someone had gotten hurt, but this theory was shaky due to his obvious good mood.
He paused, seeming unsure for the first time, “I was wondering if–uh–you have time–I need some help sorting all the things people are bringing in, and you’re pretty good with stuff like that and I’m not so–”
“Of course!” You beamed at him, always happy to spend time with him, maybe he liked you too, he was asking you to send time with him, after all.
Your hopes were dashed when you arrived to the spot shortly after him, Octavia and Raven were both there helping as well, of course he hadn’t asked just you, he just didn’t want to do it all by himself. Anything else was just madness. You quietly sighed to yourself as you sat to help him, quickly cataloging the items in front of you. However, you couldn’t help but to smile again when Monty began to make faces at you from across the pile, clearly sensing your sad mood. Seeing the lengths to which he went just to cheer you up made your love for him grow stronger, which you knew would only hurt you more in the end.
“Hey, Y/N,” he interrupted your thoughts, “Can you come look at this for a sec? I honestly have no idea what the hell it is, and you know your way around this stuff.”
“Of course,” you smiled, standing and making your way over to him. “Oh, that’s a cell phone.”
He looked up at you, confusion evident on his features, “a cell phone?”
“It’s what people used to use to communicate when they weren’t near each other, like high-tech walkie talkies. Didn’t you learn that in earth studies?”
“I may have skipped most of earth studies,” he responded with a guilty smile, “Jasper convinced me that it was unecessary. Guess who won that bet?”
You giggled, “You?”
“How’d you know?” His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Besides, I’ve got you here with me now, I don’t need to know any of that stuff.”
You playfully rolled your eyes, “and what if I’m not here when you need me?”
“Well I guess I’m fucked, then,” he laughed. You laughed as well, his emotions really were infectious. It was hard, in this moment, to remember that he was merely your friend, nothing else, especially with all this laughing and banter. There was no way he felt the same way, you were just delusional.
It was this thought that brought an abrupt end to your laughter, and you sobered up immediately. You instead stood and went back to your side of the pile, returning to your sorting. “We’ve got to make sure we finish this before dark.”
As soon as you finished you headed back to your tent, not wanting to make yourself sadder by spending more time with Monty. You cleaned yourself off as quickly as possible, and then you headed back out for dinner. As you stepped out the door you ran into a tall, lanky form, causing you to fall back.
“Fuck, Y/N? I’m so sorry!” Monty cried, extending a hand to help you back up. “I was coming to talk to you and I was so lost in thought I totally didn’t see you there! Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a little fall, and it wasn’t your fault. What was it you wanted to talk about?”
“Well, I thought we were getting along really well today, but then you got all closed off,” you blushed as he continued, “and I realized that I need to know.”
“Need to know what?” You asked, trepidation building on your face.
“This—” he leaned down, timidly pressing his lips to yours. You gasped, and he pulled back for a moment, looking scared.
You smiled in response, pulling him close to whisper in his ear: “the answer, is yes.”
