Jeremy Renner & His Characters One Shots

Why Do We Always Fight? - JR

"Why are you such a BITCH?" He screams at you.

You had casually started dating JR a couple months ago, but things were rocky to say the least. He was very much the cocky asshole he put on in public. Don't get me wrong; when he was good, it was AMAZING! Like you were the only person on the planet. The fights were becoming a daily thing, not something you were not used to in a relationship, but this was just harsh.

"Fuck you Jeremy!" Yelling back at him as you pick up the coffee cup next to you on the counter. Throwing it across the room, it shatters above his head.

"What the actual FUCK Y/N?" He crosses the room grabbing your wrist and placing it behind your back. Getting right in your face, he looks down at you with disappointment, not anger. "Calm the fuck down. What has you so pissed off?"

"You!" Gritting your teeth you growl out the word.

He lets you go and turns around walking down the hall scoffing under his breath. Standing there leaning up against the counter you listen as he stomps up the stairs of your apartment. There were a couple of loud thuds then you hear the water in the shower turn on.

"Oh hell no! He's not going to act like this is not a big deal." Kicking your shoes off you race up the stairs. There was a trail of his clothes leading into your bedroom. As you walk into the bedroom you see his shoes across the room under the large window. Well, that explains the loud noises. Dick!

Turning to the bathroom door, which was closed, you walk over to it. Turning the knob and slamming it open you stand there crossing your arms.

"Jesus, I don't have time for your shit right now. I have an interview tonight and you know all about it." His voice echoed in the shower as you walked over pulling the curtain half open.

Pursing your lips you cross your arms again. "Uh huh. I know all about miss pouty lips." Rolling your eyes you look back at him as the smile dropped on his face.

"Look, I told you from the get go this was a casual thing. I'm not looking to get married." He leans his head back washing the shampoo down his back.

As your eyes drifted down his body, your brain was sending you mixed signals. You knew that things would never be what you wanted, but you were happy to get what you could get. "I'm not either, but I thought this was more than some stupid hook up."

Your eyes drop to the floor as you begin to feel defeated, but a wet arm pulls you into the shower. A loud squeal comes out of your mouth as the water pours over you.

"You know I'm still clothed, right?" Looking up into his eyes you see a little smirk creep up on the left side of his face.

"I can fix that." His hands run down your sides, pulling the wet shirt off and throwing it out of the shower. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him. The warm water mixed with the warmth of his skin began to calm you. "I don't like fighting with you. I like you, a lot! Even though you're crazy sometimes." He kisses the top of your head before reaching behind him and turning off the water.

"I know. I'm sorry. I want you to be happy." You whisper against his skin.

Picking you up, he steps out of the shower, walking into the bedroom. You were both dripping water all over the floor, but you didn't care. This was how things were, you would fight, fuck, and then the cycle would repeat. Not unlike how most of your life was like.

He sets you down, cupping your face with his left hand. Your eyes close slightly to the gentle touch. "Look at me." You open your eyes and look up at him, trying your hardest to not be angry anymore. The pain of the fights and your heart breaking every time he left your side was too much.

"I'm not fooling around on you." He leans his head down as his lips brush against yours. "I have to keep up certain appearances in public. I am not the person you think I am, just give me some time, ok?"

Looking up into his eyes you feel a pang of guilt in your gut. Nothing hurt more than feeling like this was your entire fault. "Ok." You whisper out.

As he leans down to kiss you again, there was a loud chime across the room. His phone that was on the nightstand was ringing and vibrating all over the wood. He pulls you close in a tight hug, and then kisses your forehead before stepping over to his phone to answer it.

You stand there for a moment, just in awe of this naked god before you. The water causing his skin to glisten. Before you could stop yourself you were biting your lip, with all of the thoughts running through your head.

"What? Damn it, alright...give me about thirty minutes." He hangs up the call, setting the phone down, before turning to you. "They moved up the interview. I've got to get ready." He notices you staring as he tilts his head to the side raising an eyebrow. "To be continued."

He walks back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You snap out of your trance, shaking your head back and forth. "I'll hold you to that." You shout through the door as you pull off the soaking wet clothes, trying to find something dry to put on.

As you pull on a dry pair of jeans, the bathroom door cracks open as his head peeks out. "Oh, that is a promise." He gives you a wink, with that devilish smirk, and then closes the door.

Giggling to yourself, you walk back down the stairs to the kitchen. Pour yourself a large glass of wine, something to calm your nerves. Plopping on the couch you turn on the TV trying to decide what to do to kill the next few hours.

Twenty minutes later, he comes down the stairs, wearing that light grey Blazer you always loved. Paired with a black button down and grey slacks. He always looked so dapper dressed up. Not that he didn't when he was in a tee and jeans, but this was just so much more, and the way his hair was styled, spiked up in the front, making your heart skip a beat.

"Car's on its way to pick me up. I shouldn't be gone too long." He steps over to the couch, leaning down to kiss you.

As you inhale, the smell of him, mixed with the cologne, was heaven. If you could bottle that, it would be all you ever wanted to smell ever again. "I'll be here."

"I'll text you when we are headed back." Standing back up he buttons his blazer, walking out the door. Leaving you there with your thoughts and ideas for how you would get him back later. So many good things came to mind, now just to pick which one.