#papi was here at one point but looked too smug

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 Ransom and you have a complicated relationship. But his fucking makes it simple.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 +18 ONLY. IF YOU’RE A MINOR, i’ll kick your ass and also block u. insults, explicit language, smut (sex toy use, filmed sex, filmed masturbation, dumbification, breeding kink, squirting mention, spit play, blowjob, rough sex (all consented tho) creampie, daddy kink, "bitch", "whore", "cumslut", "slut"), use of spanish phrases without translation. WHEN IN DOUBT, DON’T READ. THAT’S IT.

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I’m new at writing so if I should add more tags let me know. Also, english is not my first language so it might be a little weirdly worded so just let me know and i’ll change whatever’s wrong. I’m sorry

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The new lingerie set you’d bought made you feel savage. You knew it was something that your followers would enjoy. You decided to appear soft and delicate today, a good girl. So you turned your camera on, and while you were waiting for your payers to come in, you were sucking a lollipop endearingly, to gradually rile up the people watching you.

The candles you had lit along with the perfume you had spread in the room, with the soft music sounding in the background set the ambient, and your hand was gloved sending goosebumps through every part of skin you caressed. You were just fueling every sense, aislating yourself from the real world. You put the lollipop down and laided your back onto the headboard of your bed, with the computer at your feet, your clothed pussy in the first plane for your followers to admire and the clothed hand making it’s way there.

You’ve bought this glove recently, it was a sex toy. Made of black latex and a different head on each of your fingers, along with different textures that would let you see the stars. You even put a vibrator inside the middle one, just touching the point of your middle finger. Every head was different and enticing. And the vibrations between your thighs, so close to you sensible cunt left you gasping. Your lips and eyes stand out from the mask that you had on your face, sensual and with the same color as your underwear.

You looked straight to the camera when you grazed the vibrator contained by the latex over your pussy, while you gasped and then moaned, laying your head back. You could hear the sound of subscriptions coming in, and you suggestively moaned before pulling your panties to the side with your uncovered hand and brushing the vibrator on your clit, whining lightly. Then you put one of your fingers inside of you, and moaned directly to the camera, while you rubbed soft circles on your clit with your thumb, your belly contracting gently, your nipples hardening.

You took your finger off and brought it to your lips. And before you kept the show going, you said “Thank you for the gift, I’m enjoying myself so much. I hope you get off too”. You inserted two fingers in your pussy and moaned out loud.

📷

He was watching you going down the street, completely mesmerized. Just like the other men and women seeing you. He was smoking, but the smoke got into his eyes, for not being careful; his whole attention was on you. He threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

“Que hermosa, mamita.” A cute man complimented you, and you smiled and winked.

“Gracias mi amor. So pretty yourself.” You complemented and left him with his mouth open. But compliments were responded to, and he was a beautiful man.

You were walking with so much confidence and all eyes were naturally attracted to your presence, in that dress that hugged you perfectly, in those heels that took you some time to accustom to but now you walked like on a runway. And those striking stockings that you were wearing. You really were feeling yourself, that’s what a good night of orgasms and money gets you, really. You had earned so much, just had a few video requests that you had to fulfill and this month's cuota would be filled. And with this new job you had landed, things were starting to get off for you and your family

He was about to kill all the tigers that were stomping in your way, looking at you the way he did. Thinking the same things that he did, incited by that fucking dress, that gracefullness of your soul, and the barm coat that flew with the wind as you ate the wole street up. He was meeting you on this old cozy bar, after seeing that video of you yesterday he was riled up and just needed to be inside your warm pussy this cold afternoon, maybe with the coffee that you were gonna drink while you argued still stained on your mouth, that he was going to pry from your willing mouth as you gasped against him, with your mixed spit going down your chin from the sloppy kisses that he loves, and your breathy whines that had him rubbing his crotch against your stomach. And he couldn’t wait to see if you were wearing the lingerie that he had bought you, with that color that highlighted your skin undertone and got his dick leaking precum. Last night you were glorious, and today you were a walking goddess.

“Hola, imbécil.”

“Now that’s not very nice, especially after all the money I gave you last night.”

“Mhhm. Others gave me more, papito.”

“That so?”

“It is.”

“I got something more that they can’t give you. And you’re driving me feral, walking like that towards me, flirting with other guys. I thought I made it clear that you were mine.”

“And I thought I made it clear that I was my own. Especially after last night, did you see me get myself off that hard? And after the video endend I got so fucking happy, so fucking horny with all the comments, the views, the pictures that I got that I went to sleep humping my pillow.”

“Pictures?”

“Oh yes, I got so many pictures of so many pretty cocks daddy”

“You were thinking of other cocks, slut?” He questioned, grabbing you by your arm and putting you against a wall as you laughed.

“Not only thinking, papi, I found this hot guy that was just drooling for me, and he made me drool for him so much. The sheets were so messy that I had to change them after he left.” He gripped your throat harder, just growling furiously.

“Fucking bitch, I’m gonna stuff my cock so deep than your throat to make you regret everything you just said.”

“But daddy, I haven’t told you the best part yet!” You bite your lip, seeing his predatory eyes that wanted to devour you entirely. And you kept going without remorse. “The mattress was so wet too. You never reached that, did you? You want me to think that I’m yours but I got others treating me better.” You pouted, all that you were saying was true and seeing this look in his eyes was such a sight. You almost whined from his look alone.

He grabbed you by the arm and took you to his car, getting on it just right before you on the driver’s side. Wildly driving back to his place to get you fucking stuffed

“You’re driving me insane, bitch. Did you fucking curse me?”

“I did, every dick that enters this sweet pussy, plastic or meat, gets obsessed.”

“Don’t talk like that, making me more horny.”

“I’m sure your hand can help you, guapo.”

“My hand? Are you kidding me? You put that dress on, that looks more like a fucking t-shirt, to come see me and then you leave me with my hand? No, fucking whore You’re giving me your mouth. I have to wipe that smug smile and that boy’s taste off your lips. So suck, vicious little bitch.” So you did, with the loudest and a porn-like moan you quickly undid his briefs pulling his cock out, sucking the tip first.

“Daddy, the lollipop yesterday got me thinking so much about your cock. I couldn’t wait to taste you like this again.” He grabbed you by the hair at the red light, roughly pulling you up to met his face, yours pleasure filled, with drool over your chin, the same that had dirtied his pants.

“You fucking slut, were you just drilling me up to make me get rough on you?”

“No daddy, I did fuck the boy. That was yesterday morning, and then yesterday night I found a little time to think about you.”

“Yeah? Now all you're gonna have in your head and your mouth is me.” He shoved his cock deep into you, and when you gagged he pushed himself further and kept you there. “”Breathe, make this nice for me. I know you can do it.” You could, you enjoyed this so much, your paties were drenched. And what would he do when he notices you weren't wearing the pair he bought for you. Hopefully, break you. You started moving your hips, moving some friction in your pussy, and tastefully wiggling your ass for Ransom to admire.

“That’s right, cumslut. I'll make your ass fire up later too.”

📷

You screamed sensually when he hit your ass. You were on all fours, head down ass up, exposed to Ransom. He was filming your glistening pussy and your delicious ass that bounced on his torso asking for more pain. Delicious pain.

“I’m gonna break you with my cock baby. But after you ask nicely. Your followers want to know what a whore you are.”

“Such a whore! I want your dick papi, you fuck me so good. I want you to leave me braindead, drooling, filled. Please, please, please papi. Cogeme, fuck me. Te tengo muchas ganas.” You whined so hard, so annoyingly empty and desperate.

“What a good girl, making daddy so happy. Here you go, cunt.” He put one hand on your ass and thrusted into you aggressively. He positioned the camera to capture your joy filled face and his hips slamming in you. He didn’t stop nor slowed down, and started rubbing your clit to make you man loader, and you started to move back against him.

“You’re such a greedy little girl, you want all of me. ‘Cmon, give it to me now.”

“Ah!” You opened your mouth in a silent scream when you came, wetting him with your fluids.

And he quickly turned you around, on your back with your legs spread to search for his own high. But you were so sensible you started to close your legs and tried to squirm away from him. But he grabbed your face and spit on your cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare pushe me away. You take it. Open your fucking legs. Open them wide.” You did, and he used you like a doll, with your mind swimming in pleasure, in his gorans in your ears and his hair caressing your face. He came, pushing himself against you and spilling into the condom. He moved away from you and grabbed the camera, turning it off. Then you were gonna edit the video a little bit, cropping some parts to upload to twitter and the full part you were gonna send it to your special subscribers. You gathered yourself, going to the bathroom to wash yourself a little bit, and coming with a cigarette in your mouth, already lit. You threw yourself on the bed.

“We… We have to stop doing this.” Ransom turned himself to you, taking the cigarette out of your hand and smoking it.

“Baby, you say that everytime. And then you do shit like today.”

“I know. But it’s different now, Hugh.”

“What the fuck you calling me that for?”

“‘Cause I got a new job. Lisa’s personal assistant. And I don’t intend to be higher than all the employees you ask to call you that and then go ahead and disrespect them.”

“You don’t have to work for shit, baby. I’ll pay everything for you. You just keep making those videos and the rest is on me”

“What? Like a sugar daddy? No jodás.” You grabbed another cigarette for yourself, so this dipshit wouldn’t take it away from you

“I mean it baby, I can give you the world, just let me”

“I already have the world papito, and I got it all on my own.” He hummed, and his eyes lit up when you called him ‘daddy’ in spanish, in this intimacy. With your body still displayed for him, through which he roamed his eyes in.

“Papito?” He repeated with an accent. “Maybe I can make a mama out of you....” He burned the cigarette out and took yours off too.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You complained in a moan when he turned you around, on your belly with your hands by your head and his entire muscular, heavy and warm body sprayed out on you. He then pushed deep into you.

“Get off me, Ransom.” You complained in a gasp.

“But I’m so deep ‘side you... I just have to get this shit off me to fill you up.“ He still had his condom on, but he hurriedly got it off and dived inside you again.

“What?! Don’t you dare. Get. The hell. Off.”

“Don’t lie to me princess, you want me to fill this pussy. You’ll be a fucking queen, in my arms, being spoiled with my money. I’ll take care of you and all the kids you’re gonna give me.”

“Ransom…” Your accent was spilling, and your resistance was getting away from you, his words and promises stained in your brain. “Fucking dick.”

“Nobody takes me like you, gripping me like that. You’re just a whore for me, ain’t you? Want all of me.”

“Ah, Ransom, you’re so deep.” You whined, your belly contracting.

“What do you want, honey? I wanna hear you beg for it”

“I-- Please Ransom. Please, please, please llename. Por favor, papi!” You moaned when he started pushing into you again. Last round had been intense and you had little break, so naturally you didn’t last long. You came screaming Ransom’s name, free to do so without a camera in front of you. And he was so close too, his mind winded up with getting you pregnant, with images of your belly full, your tasty breasts with all the milk he was gonna drink. He was goraning so much, your pussy grabbing him so hard, pushing him farther inside of you.

“Are you gonna be a good mama for me?”

“The best, daddy! Just please, please fill me.” And he did, with the loudest groan. To then turn you around and start admiring your tits, your body, getting inside your head with compliments of the mommy you were gonna be. And all the videos you were gonna make with your horniness, with your huge titis and that round belly. How he wanted to cover you in cum and get it on camera to show that you were his, cause getting you pregnant just wasn’t enough. And after that, he went down to eat his leaking cum out of you and prepared you for the next round.

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because of the recent taunting, 6. “sweetheart”, ethan page/eddie kingston

Eddie and Ethan make me so soft! I need them to either have a full-scale feud and fuel me or be besties again because I can't cope with this snarkiness with no context. Ethan didn't start an entire ass highspots show to keep Eddie in wrestling only to get mad at him when he did that and did everything Ethan told him he was going to do. I just don't believe your honour. cw: some very mild mentions of self-confidence issues/ body issues.

“Oi! Ethan!” Eddie calls but Ethan ignores him. He isn’t in the mood to explain himself to him right now. Not in the middle of a dynamite taping either. They are at work for god sake. Keeps walking but he should know better than he to think Eddie would just drop it. “Eh! Sweetheart, hold up!” he calls and the pet name makes his blood boil. “Don’t fucking ‘sweetheart’ me Eddie!” Ethan growls back at him turning around to hiss at him. “I’m not your sweetheart,” he tells him pointing at his chest, directly between all his chains and rosaries.

“Then don’t ignore me when I’m calling on you. I know you heard me” he huffs at him. “What’s going on with you lately?” he asks him and Ethan just shakes his head at him.

“I don’t know what you're talking about” he lies easily and tries to turn away from him but Eddie catches his wrist too tightly in his hand to let him go anywhere.

“Hey! Papi! Come on. All these years and you can’t tell me you’re pissed off at me unless it’s over Twitter or on TV? C’mon now. Stop playing with me. What I do to piss you off so bad?” Eddie tries to joke with him but it only makes Ethan angrier.

“Fucking let go of me, Eddie. I’m not playing with you. I’m just done with you – there’s a difference” he growls. “Go find one of your goddamn twinks to annoy if your bored”

“That what all this is about? I’m not paying you enough attention, pretty?” And god that smug smile of Eddie’s drives him wild and makes him want to punch him at the same time. “Ain’t my fault you’ve been so busy lately. Shit. You’ve barely had time for me since you got here. I thought Sky and all them boys were keeping you busy and taken care of. All your fancy’s and expensive things. Been walking around here like you were too good for me all of a sudden. I start playing with some other people and you're going to get jealous on me E? We’re too grown for that babe” Eddie tells him and despite the smirk on his face Ethan knows there’s something truth and some pain in those words.

“I never said I was too good for you” Ethan huffs at him. “That’s your own bullshit, told you a long time ago don’t put that on me” but he doesn’t quite meet his eye.

“Yeah but you also used to tell me when something was bothering you and not avoid me for weeks so you got my attention the old-fashioned way. So what’s going on?” Eddie asks him boxing him in against the wall making it impossible for Ethan to get away from him. Eddie’s cologne and the smell of cigarettes hit him and making his heart pick up a little bit too quickly.

“I didn’t think you’d take him up on it” He mutters looking down between them both, not meeting his eye as shame washes over him.

“Who? Take who up on what?” Eddie asks him and of course, Eddie doesn’t care when it’s been eating him up inside for weeks.

“Garcia,” he says and tries to look away from him but Eddie scoffs out a laugh.

“It was you. You told him how to get my attention” Eddie shakes his head.

“Course it was me, think he came up with all that on his own? Doesn’t have the brain cells” Ethan snaps.

“So if you told him how to make me want to fuck him and you haven’t been coming around to me – why you so worked up about it?” Eddie asks him and he hates when he has to spell things out for Eddie. Hates that he’s jealous of a 23-year-old kid more.

“He’s so fucking young. And Pretty. And Small” and he hates how the spits the word small out but Ethan's struggles with his body issues haven’t exactly been a secret. Lost count how many times he and Eddie have spent car rides across state lines talking about their struggles. “and it’s not even just him. It’s Takeshita too and every other goddamn kid running around here wanting a piece of you, suddenly noticing you because you're hot shit. I was there before all of that” he huffs.

“You don’t think I know that?” Eddie asks him softly bringing his hands down onto his waist. “Only reason I finally gave in and fucked Danny is because he was pushing all the right buttons – buttons you told him how to push sweetheart – he’s not my usual type” He points out. “We were never exclusive but we both know when I had you I wasn’t messing around with anyone else. It’s you who left to go seek out other people, not me. So don’t act like you suddenly aren’t enough for me when it was the other way around” he shakes his head at him that same hurt look flashing across his face.

“I didn’t stop coming around because you weren’t good enough. Stopped coming around because I didn’t want everyone thinking I only got signed here because I was fucking you” Ethan whimpers out finally looking back up at him. “Then you were fucking all those younger guys and I just figured you didn’t want me around anymore. I’d aged out or wasn’t the right type anymore or whatever” he mumbles. Sounds stupid when he says it out loud to him and isn’t letting it buzz around in his head for hours on end.

“Sweetheart” Eddie sighs cupping his face between both his hands softly. “You know you’ve always drove me wild right? Didn’t matter what size you were, we’ve always had something. But you are in the literal best shape of your damn life. Of course, I’m still attracted to you, of course, I still want you. Why’d you think I’m always doing stupid shit trying to make you laugh? Why I was sad when you stopped doing the vlog cause I didn’t have an excuse to come annoy you anymore. I’ve missed you, babe” Eddie tells him gently.

Ethan feels like an idiot. They’ve both been avoiding each other thinking they didn’t want each other for no god damn reason.

“You got anything else to do around here?” Ethan asks him and Eddie shakes his head. “Good. Go get your shit. We’re going back to the hotel” Ethan smirks at him and Eddie nods.

“Yeah, just one more thing,” he tells him and before he can ask Eddies leaning in and kissing him in that way that makes Ethan’s knees weak.

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TikTok: Outfit

A/N: Good morning everyone! This is my first out of possibly three updates? Finally got the muse for Snapshots back, so i will try to update that and also Everything is you as well. Or I may hold off and update in a few days since school is back and I got 5 classes that need my attention lol Anyways, here is another TikTok/Instagram challenge that an anon gave me!

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You and Angel were proud of how you two had an amazing sense of humor. Prank wars were a thing in this household and hell, it even seeped into your Mayans family. Coco was your usual partner in crime along with Taza, Hank and Bishop. Coco switched allegiances after a prank you pulled on him and Angel a few years back. He was impressed to say the least and he has been in your corner faithfully since then.

“Hey guys, so, my husband is absolutely exhausted due to work, but you know I can never pass up a time to mess with him.” You were standing in front of a mirror, showing your outside, or lack thereof. You were wearing a tank top with a sports bra and workout shorts that almost showed your ass cheeks. It was an online buy so the measurements were off. When you first modeled it for Angel, he raved about it, but he also was adamant that you weren’t wearing said shorts unless you were staying around the house. But you loved to fuck with your husband, so why not? “Thiago and Raphael are currently napping, and we have a rule if the babies are napping so are we.” You entered the master bedroom and found your husband sound asleep. 

You had paused the video, and was thankful it was only the afternoon so the sun was illuminating your room. Angel looked so adorable sound asleep, you almost felt bad that you were going to prank him.

Almost.

Recording once more, you shook Angel, who was sleeping on his stomach, Thiago sleeping right beside him with Raphael in the crib right beside the bed. God bless your husband, he was absolutely exhausted, but whenever he got home while he was away, he tried to take care of your boys and gave you a break. 

It was rare for them to have runs due to COVID but business was business. 

This was Angel’s first run since March and it was June. The state had slightly eased the restrictions so they had a run plan as soon as possible.

“Babe, I’m going to Target.” You whispered, careful to not wake your two sleeping boys.

“Okay,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Do you need anything?” You’re not even sure if it was registering, but you knew how to wake him. 

“‘M good,” he cracked an eye open. And closed them again. 

You refrained from laughing and kissed Angel on the lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” He called out.

You counted to three in your head before you heard the ruffling of the sheets.

“Hold the fuck up, where are you going?” Angel immediately sat up and his eyes roamed down your outfit. He didn’t give a fuck if you were wearing a tank top.

“Target,” you repeated, grabbing your purse. 

“Target? With your ass hanging out? You got me fucked up babe. We talked about this, no one is going to see you in this outfit.” You tried to hold back a giggle as Angel got out of bed and started slipping on the discarded sweatpants on the bedroom floor. “Going to Target with your ass hanging out?” He scoffed mostly mumbling to himself. “You going to see someone? You got a booty call?”

You laughed then, the phone still on Angel as he grabbed his phone from the bedside drawer beside his side of the bed. 

“Angel, don’t be ridiculous, you know you’re the only one for me.” You laughed again as he went to your closet. He came back out and threw a pair of sweatpants at you which matched his.

“Cover that ass and let’s go to Target. Got me fucked up corazon, this is a family outing now.” He moved to wake up your babies and you stopped him.

“Baby, I’m recording for my TikTok, don’t wake them up.” You explained.

You caught his face, annoyance clearly seen. He shook his head and you stopped recording as you laughed again.

“You play too much.” He picked up Thiago and your son woke up, which made you glare at Angel. Thiago was always cranky when you woke him up from a nap instead of him waking up on his own. “Thiago, mama wants to go to Target, why won’t you go with her?”

“Angel!”

Two weeks later, another prank came into your mind except this time, you wanted to record it for your Instagram. It was odd that you were chronicling your life with Angel, but it was something to do during quarantine.

And if you were being honest, Angel was hot as fuck and you loved sharing your handsome husband to the world. 

And he was also funny as fuck.

His possessiveness was never terrifying or concerning, it was sweet and endearing. He never overstepped or overwhelmed you.

With your phone directed to your full length mirror much like two weeks ago, you waved a hello. 

“Decided to dress up to go to Target since my man wants to stay home. Figured I’d treat myself since work and grocery shopping are the outlets to go out now.” You were wearing jean shorts and a top that accentuate your assets. 

“Okay babe, I’ll be back in a few.” You had your camera pointed at Angel, but it appeared as if you were texting.

Angel did a double take and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, where are you going?” Angel sat up from the couch where he was lounging with his boys.

“Target.”

Thiago looked at you and smiled. “Mommy you look beautiful.”

“Thanks baby.” You walked over to Thiago and kissed his forehead, before going back to your initial position.

Angel shook his head. “You’re going to Target dressed like that? Mi dulce, we’ve been together for years and you always dressed like a bum going to Target.”

“A bum?” You gave him an incredulous look and scoffed. “I do not dress like a bum.”

“Yes you do, sweatshirts and sweatpants, all day. Who the fuck are you trying to impress?” Angel narrowed his eyes at you. His wife could be ridiculous at times, but he fucking loves her like he loves no other.

“Ooh! Daddy said a bad word.” Thiago pointed at Angel, shaking his head.

“Papi is allowed to say bad words because mommy is being ridiculous.”

Thiago giggled and got off the couch, running over to you. “Are you going to see Tio Rico?”

“Tio Rico?” Angel stood up and picked up Raphael. “See you’re going to make every outing a family outing now. I knew you were talking to someone else, always on your damn phone.” He slipped his cell phone inside his back pocket. “Let’s go, we’re going to meet mommy’s side piece.”

“Angel!” You held Thiago who giggled.

“What’s a side piece?” Thiago asked you.

“Babe, they’re not even ready.” Raphael was wearing a shirt and his diapers, while Thiago was still in his pajamas. “Don’t listen to daddy.”

“No, we’re going to meet mommy’s new boyfriend.” He made his way over to the door and you laughed, chasing after him.

“Babe, it’s a joke.” You told him as he opened the door.

He looked at you, the same annoyance that graced his face two weeks ago came back. He glared at you, walking back to the couch and placing Raphael down.

“See, if I play this prank on you, you’d be pissed. You play too damn much.” Angel sat down, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting as he refused to look at you.

“Mommy, you made daddy upset.” Thiago shook his head, mimicking Angel’s reaction. 

You had stopped recording after you informed him it was a joke. 

“I’m sorry babe, you know I love you and only you.” You sat beside him, laying your head on his shoulder with Thiago seated at your lap facing the television.

“Yeah you better, kids are going to sleep early tonight.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, while the other was beside Raphael since your little prince was a mover. Bending his head so only you could hear him, he nibbled at your ear making goosebumps run through your body. “I’m gonna pound that pussy so hard, you’re not going to be able to make any pretend Target runs for a week.”

Your thighs clenched together as you looked over at Angel who sat back and had a smug smirk on his face.

Another reason you loved fucking with your husband, he was the King of Petty and his promises to ravage you was always so good to hear.

Again, never a dull day in the Reyes household.

[thesolotomyhan]

narcos: jealousy hc poison

a/n: yall im so sorry this took so long but its here and i hope its not bad pls love me:(( on another note i finished my finals so let’s hope my energy matches my free time now to get requests rolling out for you amores :) anyways lets get into it,, 

Tags: @fandomnerd16 @visintaes @sheeshgivemeabreak @artemiseamoon @fleurfatale89

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Warnings: NSFW! you know the drill + its longgg

alright, so i get a feeling this would happen in the beginnings of your relationship with poison

like when no one actually knew that you two were dating-

every one of the guys just kinda think youre his friend since they’ve never seen you before and they dont expect poison being someone to be in a relationship you feel???

but either way, i imagine this would happen in the club with all the sicarios because the v i b e sss im feeling are coming from here,,

and also the fact that his ass would come up with some shit like “she’s just a friend, nada mas”

especially once quica gives him that shit eating smile when he sees poison pull out a chair out for you,, holding your hand- just acting like this gentlemen all of a sudden,,

omg- you would probably give poison this subtle look like really?? a friend? but,, just him giving you this nod like just go with it please

and honestly i can see this going smoothly like no problem whatsoever, youre both having a good time ya know,,,

like at this point he has his arm slung around the back of your chair,, everyones laughing and living the night and just- comfortable that he has you by his side and getting along with everyone,,,

but here we fucking go-

i would bet money that quica would be that mf to sweep in next to poison as soon as you get up to go to the bathroom or get some more drinks or something,,

just- this smiling dumbass telling poison he’s going to dance with you once you come back,, just so he can provoke poison because i know he fucking would,,

like i can imagine quica was already trying to get a rise out of poison throughout the night by making sure to direct his fucking jokes to you,, make you laugh and talk with him more than poisons dry ass-

and just before poison can even shut that idea down, quica’s already over here saying something like “what? pense que ella era solo una amiga? i want to dance with your friend, acabo se ve que a ella le caigo mejor que vos”

and omg- the way poison would just glare as he watches quica get up and walk up to you before you reach the table

and you wanting to be social,, honestly dont think much about it,, like its just a quick innocent dance with poisons friend,, nothing could go wrong-

but yall i JUST KNOW once quica has you bien pegadito with him

his ass would be looking over your shoulder at poison, making sure to get his reaction everytime he pulls your body closer with his, or every time he leans in to your ear making you laugh at something he said-

and poison’s over here not paying a single attention to what sure shots telling him,, like his whole attention is on you and quica-

cursing under his breath as he watches the way youre dancing with quica instead of him

and the way youre letting him pull your body closer into his with his hand on the small of your back-

just,, bouncing his leg impatiently every time he sees you laugh and just his eyes becoming darker everytime he makes eyecontact with quicas smirking ass-

wOW just poison having this tense posture,, lips sealed so tight that his hand is itching to reach into his back pocket to pull his gun out,,

and its not until hes had enough once he catches quica’s hand getting too close to his liking near your ass

and like a switch was FLIPPED because all i can imagine is pissed off poison, abruptly getting up that it knocks his chair over,, his jaw clenched as he strides over to the two of you so quick,,,

and just ripping quica off of you, almost making him fall and poison is just heated as hes ready to knock the shit out of him at any second as he stands in between the two of you - “hijo de puta, que te pasa, no la toques aSI”

god,, the intense ass stare off between the both of them, the red lighting of the club and bumping of the music only stirring more emotions in poison wanting nothing more than to wipe quicas smug smile off his face-

but then just,, poison snatching your arm when he turns around, not about to make an even bigger scene already as he drags you out,,

he wont utter a single word to you throughout the car ride, b/c im just imagining him having this death grip on the steering wheel,,, scowl on his face not wanting to hear a single word from you either right now,,

ohh fuck,, ok and once you both get home you would just head straight to the bedroom because at this point you just think he needs a moment to himself,, get some space b/c the atmosphere is fucking t h i c k

bUT then him GraBbing the back of your neck before you walk away,, roughly pulling you back into him and kissing you, not giving you a minute to even think

his hands would be roaming your body,, pushing you back to the bedroom, as youre desperately moving to take his clothes off as he tears off yours, not caring if they ripped or not in the process,,

wow- him dropping you on the bed as he stands at the end,, watching as you come up to him on your knees, your hands coming to unbuckle his pants as you feel his hands grip your ass

and the innocent look your giving him only makes him harder than he already is even tho he wants so badly to be mad at you-

“perdoname papi, no quise hacerte enojar” omg

and then him just giving you these abrupt rough spanks that you know are going to leave marks as he pulls you closer into him,, moving to knead your ass,,, your faces almost touching-

and before you can say anything else,, hes already turning you around and pushing you down onto the bed with your ass up, massaging you to alleviate the pain-

WOW ok,, this is leading into doggy style where he would have you almost ripping the pillows under you as you feel his bruising grip continuously tighten on your hips while he thrusts into you from behind,

just- having you to the point where when he looks down,,, your wobbling knees are about to give out,, your cum dripping down your legs onto the sheets,, and your muffled screams of his name being drowned out by your face in the pillow,,

and him pulling your body up to his by your hair, never once slowing down his thrusts as he places one of his hands on top of yours encouraging you to lick your fingers and touch yourself for him,, beg for him to make you cum- im sorry

i wow, just him holding your body up when you almost collapse,, his movements not once stopping even when youve moved your hand away from your clit,, just getting you until your pleading moans turn incoherent,,  

-turning you around on your back,, and moving to hold both of your arms above your head,, driving his hips roughly into you again not giving you a second to breathe,, 

forcing your legs to stay open with his body when he feels you start to squeeze them around him because you want to so badly close your legs,,

god- his hand coming to grasp your neck,, moving one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves his other hand down to play with your throbbing clit-

“de quien eres, mamacita? tu crees que ese malparido te puede chingar asi?”

and dear god,, you cant even make his name sound coherent because your brain is solely focused on the snapping of his hips, his cock so deeply buried inside of you,, his fingers overdriving your stimulation and the feeling of his other hand increasingly adding pressure to your neck-

and the only thing coming out of your mouth is loud whimpers as you throw your head back,,, the feeling of his teeth sinking into your jaw has you feeling so many emotions as you dig your nails into his shoulders- 

just- him constantly reminding you that hes the only one able to make you feel like this,, making you stutter parts of his name out- i

making a mess out of you ok,, silencing you when you try to tell him you cant do another orgasm but telling you that you made him do this to you so you better take it to remind you that no eres de nadie mas,, 

holding your trembling legs open as he watches you still take him in by the way you let out moans of his name and the rise of your hips when he bottoms out- im not ok

wow just- by the time he’s done with you,, your whole body is jolting and covered in marks, your soreness starting to show,, and no words coming out of you as he ghosts his hand over you,,

[1-800-roflmao]

Wash Day Delight Pt. 1

Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Relationships: Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader

Characters: Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), reader is poc, reader is mixed, Reader has curly hair, Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Friendship, Wholesome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I’m Bad At Summaries, Not Beta Read

*Felt a need to write a fiction about a reader with thick, curly hair. And the Papyri in her life wanting to get their hands in it.

NEXT

“Girl, you’ve got a lot a hair!”  She could feel the corner of her mouth tweak up in amusement beneath her mask.  It would not be the first or last time she heard those words.  Yet they always brought her amusement, especially considering the move she was about to pull next.  

    “What if I told you this was only half of it?” she challenged the woman, eyes lighting up mischievously, while her client’s eyes widened only a fraction before narrowing in  suspicion.  Oh, she loved doing this.  Not another word could be uttered before she laid the papers in her hands down neatly against the counter and was digging her fingers gently into her curls.  She threw her client a sly wink as she lifted her curls up from her nape  and turned her face to the side.  An intricate undercut was now fully on display.  She had gone with a diamond pattern this time.  They laid like neat scales, stretching and repeating from her temple down to her ear, and back to her nape before looping back around.  Some were painted with a gold mica for a little accent.  

She couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped as she heard the woman’s dramatic gasp.  “You weren’t kidding!” She could hear the smile in the older woman’s voice and it warmed her that her antics and hair could bring joy to some.  “Oh, I wish I had hair like yours…” She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew how much work this hair was.  Plus, her hair had to be finicky to boot.  “I’d never cut it!  Oh, the things I could do with it!” The novelty would wear off she was sure.  A wig would probably be a more practical option.  Letting her hair fall back into place, she gently finger combed it and pulled on the ends to help situate it.  “Was it..” she lifted a brow at the pause, her fingers releasing a curl and watching as it bounced back into place, hiding it’s true length as it coiled back up.  “... oh… hard? Yes, hard to choose to cut it?”

Oh, that was an easy question to answer.  “Nope.”  The answer was short, but not curt.  Her voice warm and her eyes curving with mirth at the other’s disbelieving look.  “I’ve had my hair much shorter than this at one point.  Actually had it shaved all around for a good bit,” she admitted with a shrug.  She was pretty sure her client was pouting under her mask and that made her smile more beneath hers.  She finally took this moment to look over the other.  She saw nothing wrong with the older woman’s beautifully white hair.  It was obviously well taken care of and so long as you weren’t looking for flaws, you couldn’t tell that the senior’s hair was thinning.  Effort had been put in, most likely with rollers, layers,  and hairspray, to fluff and shape the thin, delicate strands into a soft coif.  “Your hair is beautiful as well.  I can only hope mine looks as good as yours when I’m your age.”  The compliment was just as genuine as it was meant to comfort.  

She watched as thin shoulders dropped and the crows feet at the edge of her client’s eyes eased.  “You’re too kind,” the old woman tittered.  Hands just as thin with joints a little swollen from arthritis lifted to bashfully touch her hair. 

“A friend of mine says one can never be too kind, Mrs…” the young woman rebuked lightly while letting her voice drift off towards the end, fishing for a name.

“Mrs. Ida Thomas,” the elder filled in, smile reaching her eyes.  Those eyes dipped down to look for a name tag, but found it missing.  Her eyes darted back up, flustered, after hearing a little chuckle from the young woman across the counter.  She was spared any more embarrassment as the other provided her name with a hand outstretched over the desk, palm open and fingers gently splayed.  Her darker skin tone stood out against Mrs. Ida’s nearly translucent hue as they shook.   

“Now, Mrs. Thomas, why don’t we get back to why you initially came in here?” she prompted, releasing the other’s hand and picking up the papers she had put down earlier.  It was back to business after those words as she lead the consultation.  

It would be nearly two hours later before she would finally be showing Mrs. Ida out politely.  The two had gotten off topic again, but the tinkling of the little bell from above the front door of her office broke through their conversation.  If that hadn’t done it, the cheerful and unmistakably loud call of her name in a familiar voice through the small space would have certainly done it.  She smothered a chuckle as Mrs. Ida lightly jumped in her seat at the volume and suddenness.  “That would be my friend, Papyrus,” she stated like it provided all the answers needed.  

Mrs. Ida only nodded, currently turned in her seat with a curious gaze locked on the doorway.  They could hear sure steps getting closer and closer as he marched his way to the inner sanctum.  “He is quite… enthusiastic,” the older woman carefully chose her words and the younger held back a snort in response.  Oh, she had no idea.  She counted the seconds down in her head before finally the door to her private office was thrown open and the towering figure of the monster skeleton stepped inside with a flourish and yet another loud call of her nickname.  She was sure if he was wearing his battle armor that the little cape on it would have been blowing in the nonexistent wind.  How this monster managed to break physics always astounded her.  Instead, he was dressed in blue training shorts and a loose pastel sweater over top his usual black tights that clung to his bones.  On his feet were thankfully a pair of bright red trainers, rather than his fire engine red boots.  Atleast they matched the just as bright red gloves.    

“THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE TO FULFILL HIS DUTIES AS THE GREATEST FRIE-” his monologue broke off as he finally took in the additional, apparently unexpected occupant of the office.  “OH!” he jolted, empty sockets widening comically before he gathered himself and cleared his nonexistent throat, “Oh.”  His volume dipped to what could be considered an “inside voice” considerately.  The poor old woman had at first been in awe at the tall skeleton monster, but that awe had been replaced with a strained expression at the booming voice bouncing and filling the small space.  The young woman was sure the skeleton had noticed and being the sweetheart he is, he had lowered his voice for the old woman’s comfort.  

Before the moment of silence could stretch into something awkward, she gently tapped a nail on her desktop and then pushed herself to stand with one palm pressed flat to the smooth wood.  With her other hand, she waved to the skeleton monster, “Papi-rus,” she greeted, having to stop herself from saying his nickname at the moment.  She pouted under her mask as she noticed the little quirk to his teeth that gave away he was very much aware of her slip.  She powered on and nodded her head to her client, “I was just finishing with Ms. Ida here,” she informed, introducing the two at the same time.  

Ms. Ida seemed at a loss for words as Papyrus bounced back with a gloved hand thrust forward enthusiastically for a handshake.  “Consider Yourself Lucky To Have Met THE GREAT PAPYRUS This Day, Hu- MRS. IDA!”  She held in an inelegant snort at her friend’s efforts to keep his volume under control.  Bless him.  And bless Mrs. Ida who seemed even more starstruck, but thankfully had recovered just enough to lift a hand and take his.  The old woman was now blinking at their hands as the skeleton’s much larger one gently gripped hers and was soon joined his other, sandwiching hers.  She still hadn’t said a word and it took the young woman finally releasing a giggle to knock her out her stupor.

“Oh, goodness me!  I have been so rude,” Mrs. Ida gasped, eyes lifting to look up at the skeleton who had leaned down with a concerned tilt to his teeth and scrunch to his surprisingly malleable eye sockets.  “And I’ve worried you, I apologize, sweetie,” she went to hide behind her free hand, but seemed to think better of it and instead patted his hands that were still gripped around one of her own.  

“Nyeh Heh Heh!  It Is Quite Alright.”  Papyrus’s words, but mostly his genuine laughter as his features brightened up seemed to melt the tension from the elder.  “Afterall, That Sort of Reaction Is Expected-” the younger watched her client blink as the skeleton monster struck a pose.  He stood tall, head held high, and one hand pressed to his purposely puffed chest with fingers splayed dramatically.  His expression couldn’t look more smug and proud… then again, this was Papyrus.  He could find a way and considering she had met some of his cousins, she knew it was possible.  “-When One Meets A Skeleton As Cool As I Am!  Wink!”  

She could see her client’s eyes crinkling as she was undoubtedly smiling under her mask up at the monster.  If it wouldn’t ruin the moment, she’d have taken a picture of the wholesome moment for memories.  Instead, she gently tapped at her phone’s screen and it illuminated, displaying the time.  Eyes widening briefly, she glanced up at the clock on the wall as well before sparing a glance out the window.  The sun was not visible, but the world wasn’t quite dark yet.  It was the cool colors of twilight that dominated the world outside.  “It’s later than I realized,” she commented, mostly to herself, but the other two occupants still heard her and broke from their idle chatter.  

Mrs. Ida peeked out the window as well before looking at her own wrist watch with a chuckle.  Papyrus nodded in affirmation with arms crossed, not bothering to look outside or look to any clock.  No, his focus was acutely on the youngest human in the room.  Though his sockets lacked any eyelights, she could feel his gaze on her as those sockets narrowed.  Leave it to Papyrus to scold her without saying a word; though she’s sure he’s practically vibrating in his metaphorical boots to lecture her.  The reason he did not expect any guests in her office was because she should have been closing up a good hour ago and been ready to go by the time he stepped through her door.  He was always punctual and most times early. 

Subconsciously, she twirled and pinched a curl at the nape of her neck as she looked away guiltily to the oh so interesting texture of the wood floors.   

Mrs. Ida giggled at the silent exchange.  Just what had she interrupted? Had they had a date planned?  As amusing and precious as it was to watch the two, she would take pity on the girl.  A smirk curved her lips under her mask as she decided to help the young agent out.  She released a dramatic sigh before looking over and up to Papyrus.  “Mind giving an old woman a hand?  These joints of mine get stiff when I’ve idled too long,” she beckoned with an outstretched hand.    It worked like a charm as the skeleton’s attention was immediately focused on the old woman.  Once again, her hand was swamped in his gloved digits and with surprising care for someone so boisterous, he helped her stand.

“Stiff Joints Are Never Fun.  I Would Know!” he joked, beaming as he earned yet another soft titter from the frail looking human before him.  She looked so small and her hand, it felt… fragile.  Like if he gripped too hard or moved too harshly, she would break.  He offered his other hand for her to grip as well as she straightened up and steadied herself.  

“I’m sure you do,” Mrs. Ida playfully replied.  Her eyes moved back to the young woman who had finally left from behind her desk and now stood before the duo.  “I’m sorry about taking up all your time like this,” she dipped her head to the young woman who quickly responded with raised palms and a shake of her head.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Mrs. Ida,” she assured.  “It’s not your fault you make such good company,” she complimented, a teasing lilt to her voice as her eyes crinkled due to her hidden smile.  

The old woman hushed the younger with feigned embarrassment.  “Flatterer,” she accused lightly and didn’t bother to hide an unlady-like snort as her agent just wiggled her eyebrows in response.  

Papyrus hummed as he listened to the exchange.  He spared an anxious glance out the window and resisted tapping his toes in impatience.  Not that he didn’t enjoy meeting new people--new potential friends--, he simply wished to spend time with his already established friend for their usual outing.  “I Feel I Need To Remind You Two Of What Time it Is.”  The statement did not have the intended affect as the two women simply laughed after a small lull to stare up at him.  “NYEH!” His little burst seemed to only make their mirth worse, “THIS IS SERIOUS.  WE HAVE PRIOR ARRANGEMENTS TO GET TO!” he was pouting and he knew it, but another glance at the clock and his sockets were narrowing as he leveled an accusing glare on his human friend.  “CORRECTION!  WE SHOULD ALREADY BE THERE!”  

Mrs. Ida was thankful for the serotonin these two had blessed her with this evening as even the skeleton’s loss of volume control couldn’t bring her down at this point.  “You two are just adorable!” she was practically cooing.  After taking a deep breath in and slowly releasing, she felt the giggles dissipate.  “Apologies, Papyrus, Dear, but it’s a southern thing.”

A beat of silence, then.  “WHAT DOES A CARDINAL DIRECTION HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?”  Yet another snort left the woman and she had to bring a hand up to hover in front of her masked mouth to suppress another bout of laughter.   

Fighting her own battle against a bout of giggles, the young woman managed to speak up.  “She’s referring to a geographical region, Papyrus,” she clarified, “It’s a running joke that southerners don’t know how to say goodbye since they take forever to part ways.”  Both women watched the monster take in the information and sighing as he nodded firmly, indicating he understood.   Not a moment later they were jumping as he straightened up, one hand on his hip, and the other pointing to his roof before swinging down.  Once his hand stopped, the humans found themselves staring down his finger as the skeleton somehow managed to aim an even toothier grin at them. 

“AS THE ONLY ONE HERE NOT A ‘SOUTHERNER,’ ALLOW ME TO BESTOW ON YOU HUMANS THE MOST EFFICIENT WAYS TO SAY GOODBYE!” Papyrus declared, his tone exuberant, but unable to completely mask the sassy, sly lilt from his friend.  Mrs. Ida, though, was none the wiser and just found the whole idea of being taught how to say goodbye entertaining.  She nodded, agreeing to play along.  “PERFECT! STEP ONE! LOOK AT EACH OTHER.”  The two human women humored him as they made eye contact.  Mrs. Ida gave the young woman an admonishing look as she wiggled those brows again.  Thankfully, their teacher did not notice, or maybe he was just ignoring their antics.  “GOOD!  NOW, STEP TWO.  REPEAT AFTER ME: GOOD NIGHT!”

It was such an abrupt order that both women just blinked in disbelief.  The younger recovered first with a meager shake of her head and a giggle, “Good night, Mrs. Ida!” With a little nod to her client, the old woman replied with a just as enthusiastic farewell. 

Papyrus nodded in approval with only a small narrowing of his eye sockets at the two as they giggled.  “FINAL STEP:  PART WAYS!”  he stated with a flourished wave of his hand to the doorway.  A tap on his arm brought his attention back to his friend who was gesturing for him to bend down.  He did so with minimal complaint, but only completely quit his grumping as she set a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his metaphorical ear.  

Mrs. Ida had only glanced at the doorway and just barely gotten to take a step before she was jumping in place as a loud gasp filled the room.  Before she could question what had happened, she felt as if she was floating for a moment as she was quite literally swept off her feet and into Papyrus’s arms.  She couldn’t have been more thankful for the mask mandate as it hid most of her quickly reddening face.  She hadn’t been held in years, much less lifted so effortlessly.  She was too stunned and flustered to utter any sort of protest.

“Sorry about that, ma’am, but with it getting dark outside, it would ease my mind if you allowed Papyrus to escort you to your car?” The old woman simply blinked at her junior and then up at the lad who currently had her suspended.  Escorting was one thing, but to be carried? 

“AND I FELT IN MY INFINITE WISDOM, IT WOULD BE MOST EFFICIENT IF I CARRIED YOU,” the skeleton interjected, reminding her that he had been aiming to teach them “efficient goodbyes.” “YOU ALSO STATED EARLIER THAT YOUR JOINTS GET STIFF.  THIS WAY YOU DON’T HAVE TO STRAIN!” he added, proud and eager, “NO WORRIES ABOUT ME.  MY BONES AND JOINTS ARE IN TIP TOP SHAPE!  AND YOU, HUMAN IDA, ARE NO CHALLENGE TO HOLD!”  

The elder just nodded along.  “You were right, I was pretty lucky to meet you today,” she recalled his introduction fondly.  With a final wave goodbye and short parting words, Mrs. Ida found herself being swept out the room, through a short hall, small waiting area, and finally out the front door.  

That tinkling of a bell signaling to the young woman currently straightening her office and filing away papers that her client was gone and she now had until Papyrus got back to finish up.  

Papyrus eased his impatience by thinking of his current task as training.  A very easy warm up.  A very unexpected, unplanned warm up.  The elderly human’s… Mrs. Ida’s weight in his arms was no challenge; and despite the buzz in limbs begging him to move faster, the memory of her frail hands and aching bones helped keep him grounded.  He settled into a steady, swift pace.  His long legs covering plenty of ground with each step.  

At first, the two had been chatting idly and he had been quick to get her to point out where she had parked.  It was alarming to learn she had not parked anywhere and he had been confused until she mentioned she had “caught” a cab.  Her little giggle as she took the time to explain what she meant and that she had not literally CAUGHT a cab.  He admits he is still figuring out humans’ rather creative use of words or language.  She’d even taken the time to explain “euphemisms” to him as he brought her to the nearest bus stop after a quick google to check the schedule and location.  

“EUPHEMISMS SEEM LIKE SOMETHING MY BROTHER WOULD ENJOY,” he had commented.  Mentally, he added on that his brother would probably catch on to them easier as well.  Sans, along a couple of his “cousins,” was a walking dictionary, considering his preference for crossword puzzles.  Maybe his puns would improve in cleverness if he introduced him to the world of euphemisms.  One could only hope.  Thankfully, he had plenty of that.  The conversation had continued, easy and casual, until finally the bus stop came into view and the bus just rolling up.  

Papyrus picked up his pace just a bit and secured his grip on his passenger.  Mrs. Ida managed to loose an arm to wave as both called to the driver to wait up.  The bus remained idle thankfully and once they slowed to a stop before the door, it slid open to a rather plump man sitting in the driver’s seat who simply tipped his hat to them.  “Lucky I saw you two in the rear view,” his words brought forth yet another little giggle for the old woman.  

“Today is just my lucky day, it seems!” she boasted, tapping Papyrus’s shoulder as he eased her onto her own feet.  The driver had gotten up and stood on the steps, hand held out to help his elder up the steps. 

“Goodness, all of you are going to have me spoiled by time I get home,” she teased, taking the young man’s hand and letting him guide her up onto the step.  She could feel Papyrus kept a steadying hand at her back.  What a sweet gentle monster.  

“Oh! Before I forget,” she chirped and turned to look  over her shoulder at the skeleton.  Said skeleton didn’t bother hiding his widening smile as she still had to look up at him despite her standing on the top step at this point.  She had simply huffed and set a hand on her hip, “Go easy on her, big guy.”  If he had eyebrows, one would have been raised at her warning tone.  Before he could even part his teeth to ask her to elaborate, she was speaking again, “Unless that’s what you two are into.”  If his tongue was summoned, he’d be choking on it.  The driver was doing so for him as he could hear the portly human coughing and beating at his chest.  “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Papyrus,” she finished with a wink and her tone was so cheeky, even his dense skull knew what she was implying.  

It wasn’t until the doors of the bus had closed that he could practically feel his skull burning with excess magic summoned to surface in his embarrassment.  He buried his face in his hands, trying his best to muffle his flustered screech.  It didn’t do much.  As streets down, some poor soul was wondering if they had left their tea kettle on.  

NEXT

[artificialqueens]

Houroubing to Aruba, Chapter 2, (Branjie) - Blackhighheels

(read at AO3)

Chapter 2: Meeting Henry

“You know what I just realised?” Brock asks Jose as they are waiting inside the plane for it to reach parking position.

“That I was right and you shouldn’t have worn that stupid ass sweater on the flight, ‘cause it’s hot as fuck here?” Jose replies and raises one eyebrow. They are in paradise - ok on a plane at the airport in paradise, but still - and his boyfriend is wearing a long, thick, grey hoodie.

“That I don’t have to shave for three weeks,” Brock ignores his remark and runs his fingers over his stubbly cheeks.

“Huh,” Jose makes and looks at him thoughtfully, tries to picture what Brock will look like after three weeks of not shaving. “We’ll see.” He decides.

“What do you mean, we’ll see?”

“Can’t picture it yet. Imma tell you, if I like it and if you gonna keep the hair or not.”

“Who died and made you  king of anything?”

“Bitch, if you quote some shitty lyrics at me, you better get'em right and make me 'queen of anything’.” The sassy comment provokes the laughter Jose wants to hear. He knows Brock is stressed out about the travel and the flight and has a bit more of a short fuse than usual. Right now he is most likely going through every scenario what could happen, if their suitcases got lost. He knows his boyfriend and he knows how his anxious mind works, and at the moment he needs some distraction. “And you can keep your beard and all, just don’t expect me to kiss you, if you all hairy and scratchy.”

“Not into beards?”

Jose does a double-take at the question, then realises that Brock is completely missing the double meaning of what he just said, too distracted by the stress of the day. While going on vacation might be relaxing to most people, it certainly isn’t for his man. The costs of the trip, the loss of gigs and money while they are gone, the preparations, the over-thinking of things to pack and things to take care of at home, being on time for flights, navigating an airport and avoiding nosy fans, a delayed flight, the small plane, his fear of flying… you name it. Jose is glad they are back on the ground and he could take care of his man’s mood once they were at the resort. For now all he can do is try and distract him without drawing any attention to them, Brock always very sensitive about this when he is stressed out. “Don’t know. Maybe your beard gonna shantay, maybe your beard gonna sashay. Maybe we can lip-sync about it?” He winks at him.

“See, there is no way you will be able to refrain from kissing me.” The fucker is looking mighty smug all of a sudden.

“You such an arrogant asshole, boo, fucking full of yourself,” Jose shakes his head, but smirks. Brock is constantly falling from really feeling himself, to not liking his looks at all. And Jose’s job is to tease him either way.

“What? You don’t think I’m hot, all of a sudden?”

“You are, you definitely are.” He sighs and looks him up and down, like he is evaluating his hotness. As if it is really ever a question how sexy he finds his man.

“You know where we have to go for pick-up after we get our suitcases? Or we gonna get the rental here? God, I hope they haven’t lost them or put them on the wrong plane."There he goes again, the worry is back and the peace of mind didn’t last for too long. Brock jumps out of his seat when they finally open the doors of the small plane, nearly bumping his head into the low ceiling above the seats.

"Don’t worry your stubbly little head, I’ve got it all taken care of.” Jose knows he grows a couple of inches saying this, because he’s so proud. How he managed to pull it off without Brock noticing anything, is an absolute miracle, because he was all over every little detail of their travel plans.

He starts walking towards the exit of the plane, knows exactly what will happen, because he checked the email with the instructions this morning before they left for the airport. With every step towards the exit his excitement grows and he prays that Brock will love it as much as he does. He thinks he will, but he can’t be sure. Especially when Brock is spiralling, anything is possible: He could jump for joy, cry with sentimentality, be unnerved by it or get angry and yell at him. Lord only knows which way his mood will swing today.

“Oh god, what did you do?” Brock groans and stops midway.

“Why you sayin’ it like that? What do you think I done and did?”

“I don’t know! Booked us a helicopter? Or a horse drawn carriage with pink and white roses?” He isn’t too far off there, but the horrified look on his face stops Jose from pointing it out. Shit, maybe he shouldn’t have gone behind his back? Maybe he should have asked him? But that would have ruined the surprise.

“Follow me, boo, you blocking the way.” He decides to ignore it for now and swallow his own panic that starts to build. Instead, he adds more jaunt to his steps as he walks to the exit, hoping it will distract Brock enough. Jose says goodbye to the personnel and climbs down the stairs to the jetway, his boyfriend hot on his heels, still grumbling about secret plans and cheesy shit.

“What the fuck?” Brock exclaims when he spots the man waiting for them, dressed in a black suit, holding up a sign with their names.

“Surprise! Pick up taken care of,” Jose smiles, spreading his arms out wide. At least his plans will stop Brock from worrying about this part.

“Mr. Cancel, Mr. Hayhoe?” they are interrupted before Brock can find out what exactly is going on.

“Yes, that’s us,” Jose confirms.

“My name is Henry, I’m your personal romance concierge. Bucuti resorts wants to welcome you to Aruba!”

“Thank you,” Jose shakes his hand good-naturedly. “Nice to meet you Henry.” When he turns to his boyfriend Brock has a strange look on his face: Tense, his mouth twitching, eyes narrowed, slightly trembling… Fuck, Jose thinks, maybe he really fucked up this time?

“If you will please follow me. I will assist you with security and you can relax with a glass of champagne while I will get your luggage. I will then drive you to the resort. Your room is already waiting for you. Did you have a nice flight?”

“Yes, we just flew in from Orlando, so it wasn’t too long,” Jose replies, a bit distracted by Brock’s complete silence. When he reaches out and takes Brock’s hand, it remains limp in his and he avoids eye-contact. Maybe his idea really wasn’t as good as he thought? If Brock’s already this pissed about the pick-up what will happen when he finds out about the rest? He doesn’t have time to apologise because next they are walked through security, guided to a green room and two glasses of champagne are thrust in their hands. Then the door closes and they are finally alone.

Jose’s hands start shaking when Brock walks away from him to the furthest corner of the room, his back towards him as he looks out the window. He feels like crying when Brock puts his glass of champagne down on a table. He doesn’t even want to toast with him. Tears are gathering in his eyes and he swallows hard before he follows him. Quickly he puts his glass of champagne down as well, because he feels stupid holding it when his man is so angry at him he won’t even talk to him or look at him. He doesn’t really know why Brock is that upset, but he must have fucked up good, anxiety or not.

“I’m sorry, Brock, I didn’t mean to…” he mutters his apology and looks to the ground. This is not what he wanted their vacation to start like, not at all. And he doesn’t want to see the anger on Brock’s face. He simply doesn’t want to fight, not now, not here on the first day of their first vacation together. They haven’t even reached the resort yet! He stops talking when Brock suddenly turns around, pulls him in his arms and hold him tight.

“Oh boo, no. I’m not angry. I’m just… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Brock says and Jose can’t follow anymore. Suddenly Brock’s chest is shaking against his. He looks up and finds his man shaking with laughter. As soon as he steps a bit back from him to get a better look at him, it burst out of him, Brock bending over, laughing so hard he cries and snorts.

Anger replaces the fear and sadness suddenly. So Brock is laughing about him and all the romance he planned? Well, fuck him!  "We can just go back home, if you hate it so much,“ he barks and slowly Brock stands back up straight.

"Jo, papi….I’m not… god.” He can barely speak because he is still getting overwhelmed by laughing fits. Brock pulls him in his arms again and ignores that Jose refuses to uncross his arms in front of his chest. He takes a deep breath. “I was just trying not to lose my shit!” He keeps giggling.  "I don’t know yet what exactly you have arranged, but…" he kisses the pout off Jose’s face before he continues and Jose can’t help but wrap his arms around Brock’s middle. “I always love your surprises and you always put so much thought into them. I swear I’m not mocking it or anything. But, like, Henry the romance concierge?” he starts laughing again and now Jose joins him. “How will I ever be able to look my cat in the eyes again?”

“It his official job title. Says so in the email and all,” he supplies and Brock loses it again, gasps for breath. Jose laughs with him.

“And we think drag queen is a fucked up job title to apply for insurances or visa. Can you imagine? 'What’s your job’ and then you say…”

“Romance concierge,” they say together and both crack up.

“Sounds like a call boy or something.”

“He like sixty years old!” Jose exclaims and tries to get rid of the mental images by shaking his head, his face all scrunched up.

“To each his own.” Brock pulls him in for another quick kiss. “So, tell me what exactly you signed us up for, so I can get a grip and won’t lose my shit each time Henry shows up.” Jose notices that Brock’s arms are still tightly wrapped around him. He pushes his hands into the back-pockets of Brock’s jeans, gives his butt a squeeze. They are ok. He didn’t fuck this up. The relief feels so sweet. As does Brock’s butt.

“He’ll drive us around and arrange all this romantic stuff for us: Dinner on the beach, yoga at sunrise if you want to, a yacht sail, scuba diving, picnics, hikes, movies under the stars… whatever we want. I booked the full package. We can go all out… or do none of it. Whatever you want.” The longer he speaks the more his excitement about it all comes back.

“How did you find out about it?"

"I was checking out the resort and it something they do. It sounded too good to be true, so I sent them an email and Henry replied. So yeah… you really not mad?”

“I’m really not mad. It sounds amazing. You should have just given me a warning about Henry the romance concierge,” Brock starts chuckling again.

“And ruin the surprise? You really suck at romance.” Jose huffs, but it’s playful. Brock then takes his glass of champagne and hands the other to Jose. He has to take one hand off his man’s ass, but it’s a price he’s willing to pay.

“To us?” Brock smiles.

“To us,” Jose agrees and they both take a sip of the champagne, before they share another kiss which tastes of champagne and many romantic hours to come. That’s when their personal concierge comes back.

“Gentlemen, your luggage is in the car and we can leave now, if you want.” They both nod and put their glasses down.

“Hey, so Henry?"Jose asks him as they follow him through the small airport, walking side by side, Jose always a step faster than Brock. The quicker they get to the car the quicker they will reach paradise.

"Yes, how can I help you, Sir?”

“You the only romance concierge at the resort or you got some colleagues?” He looks serious and very interested about the matter, but the expression in his eyes is giving him away, he is sure.

Brock makes a grunting noise beside him. “Stop,” he whispers and swats at Jose’s chest, trying not to laugh again.

“We’re a team of eleven.” Henry is unaware of what is going on behind him.

“Eleven, wow,” Jose nods. “Any of your colleagues named Apollo? Or Riley? Riley’d be cool, too.”

Jose manages to keep a straight face, even when Brock starts chuckling again.

“Not that I know of,” Henry replies confused as they reach the large black Mercedes limousine and holds the door open for them.

“You’re such a little shit!” Brock tells Jose when the door closes behind them.

“What? Can you imagine… Henry having a colleague named Apollo,” Jose laughs quietly as Henry gets in the driver’s seat.

“I would die!” Brock stage-whispers back and they giggle like little kids with a secret.

***

“Oh my god! OH MY GOD! Brock! Look at this!” Jose is running around their apartment, from one room to the next and doesn’t really know where to start. Everything is so amazing.

When Henry checked them in, Jose found out that Brock upgraded their room from a normal double to the penthouse. And it is as amazing as it sounds. Henry handed them the key and with shaky fingers Jose unlocked the door.

On the right side is a small kitchen area, that he already knows they won’t use, but is nice to have anyway. Then the room opens up to a big dining-living room, with a round dining table, white couch, a large TV and a desk, all rounded up by orange accents on the pillows and rug. At the end of the room a large glass window front leads out to the huge balcony where sun chairs and another table can be found, as well as a huge Jacuzzi. Jose is standing in front of it, pointing his finger at the hot tub, barely aware that one can see the beach and the ocean from here.

“Oh, we will definitely use this,” Brock smiles knowingly and leans against the balcony door frame. Jose passes him again, runs back inside and takes a right in front of the entrance, then turns left and walks into the bathroom.

“Shit! They got the good light in here!” He calls out to Brock who follows him around at a slower pace. A large mirror above the sink has make-up table worthy light and Jose knows it would be amazing to do his make-up in here.

“And we got another tub,” Brock points out and that’s when Jose notices the large white free standing bath-tub to his right.

“And a shower big enough for some serious acrobatics.” He can’t help the loud laugher that escapes him, as he pictures just how much space they have in there and how they could use it. Then he remembers that there is so much more to see and rushes back out of the bathroom. He only quickly takes notice of the toilet that is separate from the bathroom and even has a bidet. Next he hurries into the bedroom. The colour scheme is the same as in the living room: White, beige, yellow and orange; dark furniture and a king-sized bed in the middle of the room. The room also leads out to the balcony.

“Oh, our suitcases are already here,” Brock notices when he comes into the bedroom, but Jose has no eyes for something this trivial.

“Brock, check this out! This is a dope ass mattress!” he calls out as he bounces up and down on the bed, after jumping down on top of it. Brock joins him and pushes him down onto he bed, climbs over him and kisses him sensually and with an obvious purpose in mind.

“Mm… sure is,” he mutters against his lips. A second later Jose suddenly pushes him off and jumps back up.

“God! Look! Look at this TV! And holy shit! The view!” Brock is still lying on the bed when Jose is rushing back out to the balcony and finally notices the amazing view they have. “Brock! Come here! Look!”

“You not gonna push me off the balcony when I join you?” he laughs when he comes up behind him.

“What?” Jose doesn’t know what he’s talking about, too taken by the scenic view.

“You nearly pushed me off the bed.” There is laughter in Brock’s voice, so Jose knows he’s not mad.

“Sorry,” he tells him and takes a step back, so his back is resting against Brock’s chest. When his arms wrap around his waist and his chin comes to rest on his shoulder, Jose’s mind finally slows down; the happiness and excitement remains, but his brain stops firing in all directions. Brock shows his acceptance of the apology by placing a kiss on his naked shoulder. “Tell me, what made your unromantic ass upgrade us to this dope penthouse?”

“I thought you’d like it. And like, I like it too and it comes with some perks. A reserved private beach cabana, for example.” Another kiss is placed on Jose’s cheek.

“You know, you real cute when you want to be.” Jose returns the kiss on the cheek before he looks back out to the sea and enjoys the moment: His man’s arms around him, a beautiful view, amazing weather and the sound of the waves rolling in.

They stand there for a good five minutes, neither saying anything, both lost in the view and the moment.

Then Brock yawns widely. “I think I’m gonna make myself a cup of coffee. You want one too?”

“Mmh, and I think I saw a fruit basket earlier. Can you bring it out with you?"

Brock agrees and when he rejoins him on the balcony he is not only carrying two cups of coffee and the complimentary fruit basket, he has also exchanged his sweater for a white, sleeveless top and his jeans for khaki shorts.

"Here,” he says and hands Jose his cup, before he places his own on the table and takes his pack of cigarettes out of the pockets of his shorts.

“Thank you.” Jose replies and looks at the fruit. “Look, they made the melons into little swans,” he holds one up and shows it to Brock.

“Cute. Does it means you won’t eat it?” he teases him. “You want one?” he asks then holding the cigarettes out to him.

“Nah, I should probably stop. And so should you,” Jose decides. He’s been trying to shake the habit he got into. It’s usually easier when Brock is around and he doesn’t miss him, so he will try and stop smoking while they spend every minute together on this vacation.

“I know.” He still takes another drag of his cigarette while Jose bites the head off the melon swan.“Cruel!”

“Hey! I’m only killing little melon swans while you are eating actual animals.” He points one finger at him. “Want some?” he asks him then. Brock nods and opens his mouth so Jose feeds him.

“So, what’s the masterplan?” Brock sips his coffee and keeps smoking as he hops up on the balustrade and looks at Jose. “It’s what, six now? Henry said dinner is at eight thirty.” He starts chuckling again when he says the name. “Where and how do you want me?”

“Unbel… we just got here and all you thinking about is your dick?” Jose laughs loudly and leans with his back against the balustrade next to where Brock is sitting.

“What? I’m just repeating what you said yesterday. You said we’d do it as soon as we get here. We’re here, so…and maybe I’m thinking about your dick.”

“Now listen,” Jose starts and turns around to face Brock, places his hands on his thighs. “you know I’m always up for doing the dirty, but we here and we have two weeks to fuck each other all over this room. Today, is about romance and starting this right. So what we gonna do is this: we eat something and relax for a bit and then we gonna unpack and take a shower and get ready for our romantic dinner at the beach. I don’t care how ridiculous you think it is, we gonna do this and you better do it right or you won’t get any dick tonight, not even a fucking hand job. Got me?” His words are brash, but his tone is gentle. Brock just smiles, seems amused by his words.

He nods when Jose is done with his little speech and pecks his lips. “I don’t think it’s ridiculous at all, papi.”

“Good.” He is satisfied with the reply, maybe even pleasantly surprised and quickly checks his cellphone for the time, to see if maybe there’s time to reward his man with a little sexy something. “Shit, it already half seven. I gotta unpack and then get ready!”

“What? Jo we have two hours until we have to be down by the cabana!”

“So? Unpacking takes at least twenty minutes, then another thirty to decide what I’m gonna wear and then I better get into the shower, wash and douche, cause child, this romance tonight is gonna be lit!” He walks off into the bedroom, takes his cup of coffee with him.

“No, you know what? This, this is ridiculous!” Brock’s laughter follows him inside, but he doesn’t care. He has things to do!

***

“What did you say?” Jose shuts the water off, because he didn’t understand a word of what Brock just mumbled with his mouth full of toothpaste.

He spits before he repeats: “I asked, if you realise that this is the fifth shower you’re taking in 24 hours?”

“So what? Need to shower in the morning, then last night after we got back, then once after sex and now to get fresh for our date. Why are you pressed about it?”

“I’m not pressed about it, I’m just pointing it out,” Brock shrugs.

"And I’m pointing out that you already brushing your teeth for the second time today.“ Jose turns the water back on.

"I have to. Otherwise I’m gonna taste like cigarettes and coffee and that’s disgusting. Even I as a smoker hate it.” Jose makes a loud sound in agreement. “Hey, what did you order for us for dinner? Henry said you had to book it in advance.”

“Ordered you a steak with whiskey sauce and mushrooms as a main and a shared tiramisu for the both of us as desert. Don’t remember, but there’s some soup and salad and stuff before.” Jose tells him over the water as he rinses his hair out.

“And for you?”

“Fish with wild rice and asparagus.”

“Do you even know what asparagus is?” Brock smirks at him through the glass of the shower and pronounces the word completely differently than Jose just did.

“Some kind of vegetable? Why? Is it disgusting?” Jose instantly worries.

“No, it’s good, I like it. I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat it.”

“So what, if I don’t like you can have it and I’ll steal some of your mushrooms. Sharing dinner is romantic, too, right? At least I figured, since you always stealing my fries no matter where we at.”

“Guilty as charged,” Brock agrees and laughs.

Jose shuts the water off and takes the fluffy towel off the rack, rubs it over his face and hair and then starts towelling himself dry. “Hey, can you get me my clothes from the bedroom? I forgot them on the bed.” He asks when he steps out of the shower and looks around. Brock is done brushing his teeth and is simply ogling him by now.

“Sure.” His man must be feeling real cute, because he gives him a kiss before he leaves the room. Seems like the atmosphere of their surroundings is not only getting to him. Jose drops the towel and starts his beauty ritual by applying lotion. “Hey papi?” Brock yells from the bedroom.

“Yeah?”

He sticks his head inside the bathroom, while his body is still outside of the bedroom. “Would it be ok if I chose something else for you to wear?”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” he asks loudly and a bit offended.

“Nothing. Just… I thought that since it’s this fancy dinner and all, we could get a bit dressed up? Beach and heat appropriate? I think I’ll wear the brown shorts and the white linen shirt and maybe you could wear the checkered black capri pants and one of the dress shirts you brought?” The request is tentative and maybe that’s why Brock is not coming into the bathroom. “But if you think it’s stupid, we could just go with the tank tops and…” Jose marches over to his man in all his naked glory and with lotion still on his hands, grabs him by the neck and pulls him down and into a passionate kiss that shows exactly how non-ridiculous he finds the suggestion.

“You do that, boo. And skip the boxers! Nothing more than a jock strap allowed!” With another peck he turns around and continues getting ready. He only has another hour left!

***

“This…. this is amazing!” Brock gushes and looks around. Jose nods his head with a pleased smile. It really is. They are sitting in a beach palapa, the white curtains pulled to the side so they can watch the sun set over the sea. The sky is tinted in pink and blue and already dozens of candles and small lamps are lit around them, illuminating their table.

They’ve just been served the appetisers and a bottle of white wine is chilling on ice, their glasses already filled.

“Mmh, hope it tastes as good as it looks,” Jose agrees and takes a first bite of the seared pepper crusted tuna. He closes his eyes and moans as the fish melts on his tongue and the salsa explodes in his mouth.

“You know I’m not only talking about the food, right?” Brock asks him and places his hand on Jose’s free one, holds it on top of the table.

“Oh, you’re not?” Jose smirks, hopes that his boyfriend will indulge him and tell him more sweet things.

“I want you to know that I really appreciate you arranging this and giving us this moment and this evening. I know I’m not always the most romantic guy and give you a lot of shit when you go overboard with your fantasies, but this is… thank you!”

Jose feels his heart flutter in his chest at Brock’s heartfelt praise. His face is surely doing this stupid thing again where he smiles so much he looks like an idiot and his eyes are all wide and soft, but he can’t help it. “I love you.” It’s all he can say, because nothing else could explain what he feels in this moment.

“I love you, too.” Brock leans over the table and kisses him gently, their fingers still tangled on top of the table cloth. “What’s cheers in Spanish again?” Brock raises his glass once they break the kiss.

“Salud,” Jose tells him and softly clinks his glass against Brock’s before they both take a sip.

“The wine is excellent as well.”

“Nothing like the cheap stuff we used to drink out of the bottles before gigs.”

“Sure, but if we’d drink this, like we drank the cheap stuff, we’d be bankrupt by now,” Brock points out.

“I’m glad we stopped drinking so much during gigs. The hangover is worse when you gotta be on stage again a couple of hours later or have to get up early for interviews.”

“I think it’s just part of becoming more professional, maybe?”

“Good thing we don’t have to be professional here. We can drink all we want,” Jose points out and empties his glass. Brock just laughs and refills it.

They keep talking as one course after next is served. Wild mushroom soup is followed by green herbs salad with grilled eggplants for Jose and grilled duck for Brock. Of course, Jose can’t help and tease him about it, reminding him of the melon swan earlier and how cruel it is that he’s eating real duck now. An Intermezzo of Mango sorbet follows before their main courses and they find out that Jose really likes asparagus and only shares with Brock under protest - who would have thought. By the time they share the tiramisu the sun is long gone from the sky and night surrounds them. Still, they stay and talk, then stroll along the beach and dig their toes in the still warm sand, their shoes dangling from their fingers, arms tightly wrapped around each others waist or shoulder.

“I feel like we on our honeymoon,” Jose laughs when they reach their penthouse later that night.

“Want me to carry you in?” Brock teases him and attempts to lift him up.

“Ha! We better save it for our real honeymoon or we might jinx it,” Jose laughs and steps inside quickly, wiggling out of Brock’s arms.

“Thought that’s what you meant.” Brock’s arms are back around Jose’s waist once the door falls shut, his face buried in the crook of his neck as he walks him backwards towards the bedroom.

“Nah, meant that I’m feeling all soft and romantic. Little nervous and all virginal.” Jose doesn’t know himself if he’s joking or not. He might be, but it might also be true. Brock lets out a surprised snort of laughter against his neck, which tickles his skin, but then he catches himself.

“Want me to show you what happens? Teach you?” he asks him and sucks on his neck, runs his tongue over his skin as his fingers unbutton his shirt. Jose tilts his head to the side, closes his eyes and sighs.

“Yes.” Brock undresses him completely and never stops kissing him, his lips always somewhere on his body: sucking on his neck, kissing his lips, caressing his chest, gently biting his thighs and his butt cheeks when he is finally naked.

“You really skipped the underwear? That’s not really virginal, papi.”

“Maybe I’m a slutty virgin?” He asks and pulls Brock’s shirt over his head. His shorts have to go next. He laughs. “Seems i’m not the only ho.” He tries touching Brock’s cock, but he catches his hand, places a kiss on it, before he kisses him again. This time it’s open mouthed with lots of tongue, but still surprisingly gentle. Next Jose is lowered onto the bed and Brock follows, his body covering his smaller one.

Jose moans, sweeps his tongue into his mouth and tastes him while his hands glide over his back, then up again, feeling the muscular back and pulling Brock tightly against him.

“Still nervous?” Brock asks when they break the kiss after an eternity.

“Maybe. Have never done this before,” Jose is lying, and badly lying, but keeping with the story line. They both chuckle at the botched attempt at role-play.

“Just relax, lay back and enjoy. I’m gonna show you,” Brock promises against his lips and kisses him again. This time when he pulls back Jose crosses his arms behind his head, relaxes against the bed and watches his man in the moonlight as he slowly kisses and licks his way down his body.

“Finally!” he teases when Brock finally arrives where he needs him the most and licks his head.

“Oh shut up! You want romance then let me do the work and be quiet.” Brock swats his chest as he chuckles and speaks, but then he takes him in his mouth and Jose chokes on his laughter and coughs, then moans. He keeps his hands under his head even when he wants to slide them in Brock’s hair and guide his head, though there is no need for direction. Brock definitely knows what he is doing.

Once he comes back up he kisses Jose again, leaning over him, one leg between Jose’s, but keeps his weight off him.

“Get up here,” Jose decides. He’s had enough of being passive, because his dick is throbbing and he needs to taste his man. He cups his ass, slaps it lightly and then pulls him up so he is straddling his chest. Brock has no problems sliding his hands into Jose’s hair as he sucks him. He angles his head, pulls slightly on his hair and makes him take him deeper when he feels like it. The familiarity of the act is what makes them know each other and each other’s limits.

“Jo, shit…” Brock sighs and then pulls back. He is too close, Jose knows and stops. He lets him flop down beside him, only rolls over to nestle into his side and places his hand on his chest, waits.

“You good?” he asks when he can see him relax again, both of them still hard, but not as desperately close to coming anymore.

“Yeah. Fuck… you nearly got me there,” Brock chuckles and presses his lips against Jose’s forehead.

“That move always gets you,” Jose smirks and brings his hand back down, touches the spot that always makes Brock lose it when he touches it when he sucks him.

“So you wanted me to come already like a teenager?”

“Nah, just got caught up for a bit. Ready to get on with it?”

“Get on with it?” They are laughing again. “We’re both not made for romance, boo.” They’re back to kissing as Brock grabs the lube and preps him, while Jose strokes his cock and his own just because he wants to.

“I’m ready,” he points out unnecessarily when he can’t take it anymore.

“You wanna be on top?”

“This is perfect. Inexperienced virgin here, remember?” Jose smirks and they both have to laugh again. Brock pushes his legs up, keeps them there with his arms before he positions himself and pushes into him. He licks his nipples again and finds his way back up to Jose’s lips, as they wait for him to adjust.

“There…virgin no more.” Brock says between loud, wet kisses.

“I don’t know about you, but my first time bottoming was nothing like this,” Jose chuckles. Brock drops down on top of him, laughing into his shoulder

“Neither was my first time topping,” he points out with another kiss, sits back on his knees and finally starts to move.

“Yeeess! Finally! Been waiting for this all day,” Jose sighs and wraps his arms around Brock.

“You didn’t want me earlier. I offered.”

“I wanted you. But… didn’t have time… yes, right there! Didn’t want no quick fuck today…Fuck!” Jose bites Brock’s shoulder in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. Another deep stroke and his head tilts back and he’s back to loud groans and moans, which fill the room as they slowly move faster, deeper.

“Look at me,” Brock requests and meets his brown eyes with his blue ones. “I love you.”

“I love you!” Jose replies and it’s all it takes for Brock to whimper as he comes and slump down on top of him. Jose holds him and tilts his head up to kiss him some more as he slips out of him. Once more Brock kisses his way down his body and plays with his nipples as he sucks him until Jose comes too, deep inside his mouth.

“Want me to get you a towel?” Brock asks him and places a kiss against his hip bone since his head is resting on Jose’s lower stomach, while he recovers and plays with his blonde curls.

“Nah, gonna make use of that thing in the toilet. Need to brush my teeth anyway.”

“The bidet?”

“That’s what it’s called?” Jose sits up and forces Brock to do the same.

“Uhuh. I’m gonna get some water. You want some?” They both get out of bed and into the hallway. While Jose makes his way to the toilet, Brock walks into the kitchen, both of them naked.

“Yes, please,” Jose replies through the closed door and yawns widely.

When he comes back into the bedroom Brock is already in bed, two glasses and a bottle of water standing beside the bed. “You tired?” He takes a pair of shorts out of the drawer and puts them on, not really one for sleeping naked.

“A bit.” Brock confirms as Jose climbs in beside him. “Why? You wanna go again?”

“You…” Jose shakes his head. “We not here to set some record for how often we can fuck. If you want me, tell me. If I want you, I’ll tell you. If you tired that fine too, boo. Ok?” He feels the need to point this out. Brock can be a little obsessive when he has set his mind on something and if he’s set his mind on making this the most romantic holiday with the most sex ever, he will do it, no matter what he himself wants. He’d go all night if Jose wants him to.

“That’s a no then?”

“That’s a 'I’m tired too, you dumb-ass’. It’s been a long day.” He kisses him, both tasting like toothpaste,  and pulls the covers over himself.

“But a good day, right?” Brock rolls over, facing him.

“Awesome first day of our vacation!” They share another peck and then both drift off to sleep, Jose on his back and Brock on his side, curled up against him, snoring right into his ear - quietly for once.

TBC

[cncos-baby]

Sólo Tú

GUYSSSS IT'S MY FIRST EVER IMAGINE AND I WANT TO THANK THE TWO LOVELY LADIES: Dina; @soyunalocagreek and Char; @damnthoseeyes for the edits and writing the smut for my shy ass.

Word count: 2,949

Content type: Angst, fluff and smut, also some profanity

It's the boys' first day back on tour. They have their first concert in McAllen, Texas and they are thrilled. They're so glad to be back on the road and have been rehearsing constantly. At this point it's just a quick run through of all the songs. You being the awesome girlfriend you are, have come to support your boyfriend, Joel. You're on a three-month hiatus before school begins so you're able to accompany them for the whole tour.

"Hey baby. Are you excited to be back on the road?" You ask Joel.

"Of course amorcita, I'm living my dream and now that you're here with me it's even better." Joel smirks while pulling you into a sweet kiss that slowly turns heated and passionate. His lips find yours and you can't help but feel like everything is tingling. He gently bites on your bottom lip causing you to gasp, his tongue darting into your mouth, tasting your fruity essence. Your tongues fight for dominance and Joel puts up a great fight but, when you run your fingers through his hair, he's putty in your hands and from there things start to get a bit handsy, well until Richard interrupts…

"OY PIMENTEL!! IT'S TIME TO GET BACK TO REHEARSAL, YOU CAN SUCK FACE WITH YOUR GIRL ANOTHER TIME... OR SHE CAN SUCK SOMETHING ELSE. I DON'T CARE BUT IT'S TIME TO GET BACK TO DANCING LOVER BOY!" Richard shouts with a smirk on his face.

You pull apart and the blush on his face makes you just want to boop his nose...which you do and it sends you both into a fit of laughter another round of adorable shenanigans commences with him trying to playfully bite your finger and ends with him tickling you after you try running anyway from his wandering fingers. Then you hear Chris calling which means he really better get back to work before something even more embarrassing is shouted across the room.

The boys run through Mala Actitud, Bonita and Mamita before they get to one of your personal favorites; Sólo Yo. Its solely the breakdown that makes you heart beat faster and makes you blush bright red; hands all sweaty and wet and somewhere else too. Joel being the focused artist he is, he puts his full attention into gyrating his hips and moving sensually to the music, but don't get it wrong, during the actual concert Joel's eyes never leave yours and the little smirk on his face makes unsaid promises.

But this rehearsal is a little different from the rest. For some odd reason, you cannot rip your eyes off of Richard. Is it the way his washboard abs are on show, the way his hips thrust with passion or the languid roles that emit from his body? You just can't tell.

Once you realize that you've been staring, you look around and see that you're not the only one that's noticed. Erick has his left eyebrow cocked upwards in a curious look as he continues to grind against the air to the rhythm of the music. You lower your head in embarrassment, your cheeks flaming and you think you've been drooling a little bit.  To save yourself from further embarrassment, you hightail your cute little ass, (that Joel loves to squeeze so much) out of there and into the powder rooms just down the hall, not too far from the boys' dressing rooms.

Once you get back to where the boys were rehearsing, you see that everyone is missing except Renato, who is scrolling through his phone distracted.

"Hey Ren, where are the boys? Is it time for the show already?" You ask as he looks up.

"Yeah, los chicos are in their dressing rooms getting ready for the show. I think Joel is in the shower though."

"Gracias Renato, I'll see you in a few." you yell over your shoulder as you head back to Joel's room.

When you enter he's still in the bathroom, so you sit on the sofa in the corner of the room sliding your hands against the soft velvet. After another 20 minutes you start to get antsy. You start walking around the room and smile fondly at the pictures you and Joel took at the photo booth two weeks ago at the Santa Monica Pier. Your heart fills with warmth as you stare at the photos stuck into the mirror of his vanity. You know Joel was trying to balance his time between you and his family during his much-needed break, he barely had any time for himself and you felt guilty.

Joel comes out of the bathroom suddenly and you turn around to admire his freshly washed curls and the way he made his sparkly outfit look so good. He gives you a small smile and continues to get ready for the show.

“You ready baby?”, you ask, as Joel gives you an impassive look.

“Mhm”, he mutters as he continues to finish messing up his curls and tying his signature bandana.

“Papito, are you okay?”, you ask, concerned at his standoffish attitude. The only time you saw Joel like this is when he was stressed or you two had gotten into a fight.

“Yep. I gotta go. I'll see you after the show.” Joel mutters as he walks out the room, skipping your ritual good luck kiss before the show.

'That was weird’ you think. You don't know what has upset him but you intend to find out after the show. You don't want to confront him right now, just in case it gets him even more upset.

You make your way backstage and blow Joel a kiss like you usually do before a show, then make your way into the utmost front row where Renato, Clara and the rest of the team sit during the shows.

The boys come out on stage and the crowd goes wild. The five of them turn their charm on and get into performance mode. You see Joel looking around the crowd but when he sees you, he turns away quickly, blows a kiss to the crowd and you see him wink and smirk at a really beautiful girl near the front row. You frown and feel a pang of immense jealousy in your chest.

Finally the boys get to Sólo Yo and the breakdown is about to begin. Your eyes are on Joel but he's not looking at you. You see him looking straight back at the girl he winked at earlier. This time he's not sticking to his usual hips rolls and thrusts. Joel has gone full out Magic Mike, he's grinding into the stage floor and you turn around to see every fan with a sign dedicated to your boyfriend in complete shock, when Joel gets up he shoots you a smug grin and looks back at that girl giving her another wink. You wonder what the hell is going on but you're not waiting until the end of the show to find out. The boys are on a 30-minute break in about five minutes so you quickly make your way back stage.

As the boys enter the backstage area, and towels and water bottles are being tossed at them, you grab Joel by the wrist and forcefully drag him into his dressing room with a huff. You usually hate confrontation, but right now the anger boiling deep inside of you is hard to contain.

“Joel, what the FUCK was that?” you seethe.

“What do you mean baby?” he says back with equal acidity in his words.

“Joel!! I'm not kidding, am I a joke to you? What's with the winks at that gorgeous girl? And what about your cold attitude towards me?” you grit out.

You can't help but be insecure, Joel could have any girl and she was gorgeous, you know you're not the prettiest, skinniest girl out there but Joel chose you and you're scared he might be regretting his decision or he has changed his mind .

“Me? You're questioning me? I wasn't the one ogling at Richard's abs during rehearsal! What, am I not good enough for you? Do I not satisfy you? Tell me!!!” he spits back but his voice falters near the end.

“Joel… mi vida, you are everything I want and more, don't ever doubt that, te amo. Sólo Tú Trust me papi, you satisfy me more than anyone will ever know.” You start off in a soft voice that slowly becomes seductive. You add a nice wink and you bite your lip at the end, for good measure.

Joel’s angry facial expression falters and is replaced by one of confusion. He lifts an eyebrow and his lips part slightly, letting out a sound of confusion.

“Umm… why are you doing that”?” He asks, as you lick your lips and shyly look him up and down.

“I want to prove to you that I only have eyes for you Joel, but I don’t know how to do that. I mean, I have an idea, but you have a show.” You turn around and feel a hand gently grab your wrist, pulling you towards a warm, sweaty body.  Joel brings you nose to nose and you can feel his breath fanning you face from the proximity. He says nothing, but you stay there forehead to forehead as you think of a way to make it up to him.

“Princessa, I need to get back on stage, but we need to finish talking about this after. I'll see you then okay?” Joel slides a palm against your cheek and you can't help it, your eyes water as he presses his lips to yours firmly and you two break apart. You feel a little bit more reassured, but you still don't feel it 100%. Joel says one thing, but his actions proved otherwise and, he's usually a man of his word and that is what you're holding onto right now.

Before Joel can leave again, you slowly bring your hands to the base of his neck, tangling your fingers in his curls as you gently press your lips to his, closing the space between you. You mesh your body to his and soon you feel his hands on your hips, letting his finger grab onto your shirt. He’s pulling you closer to him, and you happily push yourself closer to him until you both are backed into a wall. The kiss is needy, heated and full of jealous passion. You tug on his curls, pulling his head back exposing his neck as his eyes close. You place a kiss underneath his jaw and you can feel his breath catch in his throat as you kiss the smooth skin. Your mouth lingers there, feeling his pulse quicken and soft pants escaping his open mouth. You lightly smirk against the skin and pull back, examining his face. His eyes are closed and his head has fallen back against the wall, the skin of his neck exposed. He has a small band of sweat forming on his forehead and a few of his curls are coated in the glossy liquid. It's not from the show, for he and the boys had already changed into the next outfit.

Your eyebrow quirks up and you notice his breathing. Short, uneven breaths that come out in small huffs. He’s turned on, and that gives you an idea. You press yourself back into his body, your hands releasing the grip on his hair and traveling down his chest and stopping short of his pants. His head whips up as you toy with the buttons and his hands catch your wrists.

“Baby, what are you doing?” His voice cracks just slightly and his expression is one you can't necessarily read.

“I need to show you that I’m serious. You satisfy me more than anything and I want to return the favor.” You plead, eyes searching his for some sort of look that says ‘go ahead’, but all that’s there is a look of confusion, as well as the arousal he can not hide. His breathing picks up and he’s struggling to get out words, stumbling over sounds and mumbles.

Finally he lets out a breath and says, “Baby, you really don’t have to. I’m sorry I was a jerk, but you don’t-“

You interrupt.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.”

He pauses for a minute, before smirking and saying, “Well if you really want to.” You laugh before pressing your lips to his, unbuttoning his pants and kissing down his neck as you pull the clothing below his waist just low enough to give you access to his cock. You push the fabric of his shirt up and slowly kiss the skin underneath, gently working your hands around his exposed length. You hear his breath hitch as your fingers wrap around his hardening cock, and you slowly start to pump up and down, watching his face contort into an expression of pleasure, his head resting against the wall.

You apply a bit more pressure as you pump, watching him get harder and harder under your touch. You slowly kiss the tip of his cock, sending a shiver through his body as you smirk before slowly taking one quarter of his length in your mouth and hearing him groan above you. You slowly bod your head over that small area, swirling your tongue around the tip, before pulling away with a pop. You give his cock a few more pumps with your hands, watching as the precum spills out of him and you gently kiss it away as you lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip before taking him whole in your mouth.

You swallow him whole, feeling every ridge of his hard, thick, uncut cock in your mouth and the feeling is pleasurable to both you and him. You feel his rigid tool sliding in and out of your mouth as you swallow him whole while his face falls backwards, letting out a groan as your name tumbles out of his lips. You smile to yourself and quicken the pace as his hands make their way to your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling you closer to take more of him, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You pull away agonizingly slow, and make sure to gather the rest of his juices in your mouth, before you circle the tip of his cock with your tongue, his breath staggering when you blow cool air against it. You pull away from his pink, glistening, erect shaft, and heave, looking up at him with innocent eyes as he looks down at you, hands still in your hair and his chest rising and falling with anticipation. You can feel his fingers gently tugging you closer to him, his big, honey brown eyes begging you to keep going, to keep pleasuring him and you laugh before abiding.  

You once again lick along his shaft agonizingly slow, circling the tip once again and lapping up more of the juices that have spilled out of him, the fluid coating your tongue before you slowly take him in your mouth, one inch at a time before he’s screaming for you to just take all of him at once. You feel his hips jerk in your direction and you have you press a hand against his abdomen to keep him still. Whimpers and whines escape his lips as you hollow out your cheeks and bob your head faster and faster until you hear him whimpering that he's about to cum. His hands grip tighter in your hair and they are pulling you impossibly close as he eagerly approaches his release, not wanting it to end but desperate to let go and watch you swallow his seed. You relentlessly push him in and out of your mouth until he's nothing but a heaving mess of pants and moans and as soon as he says he's about to climax, you feel his painfully hard cock squirt with cum into your mouth. His hands don’t loosen the grip on your hair and you are forced to swallow, feeling the hot seed spill into the back of your throat. He watches as you mouth fills with a mixture of cum and spit and he moans at the site of it dripping out the sides of your mouth. You swallow the rest of him and pull away, picking yourself up of the floor and hooking your fingers into the loops of his pants, pulling the up and pressing a kiss to his lips as you button his pants up once again.

Joel lets out a sigh of relief before his hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you to him and closing the space between you once more. You pull away as he is still panting and running a  hand through his curls, pushing them back as his tries to even his breathing. His darkened eyes becoming slightly heavy as he blinks, looking at you with love and admiration.

“Did you like that papi?” You ask, as he huffs with a smirk and pulls you into another kiss.

You hear a knock at his door and then a loud booming voice that belongs to Richard.

“OY JOEL! WE NEED TO GET BACK ON STAGE!! HURRY THE FUCK UP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?! COME ON CABRON!!”

Joel sighs before pulling you out of the room, preparing to get on stage once more.

“I’ll return that favor for you after the show princessa.” He leaves you with a wink and disappears onto the stage.

#cnco imgaine #cnco imagines #cncoimagine #cncoimagines #joelpimentel #joel piment #joelpimentelimagines #joelpimentelimagine #joel pimentel imagine #joel pimentel imagines

[thirstresponsibly]

Loose Ends (2/?)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Y/N thought she had left her past with Hydra behind, just as Bucky did, but when it comes back to haunt her, she is consumed.

A/N:  Part two of Loose Ends! I don’t know if anyone is following the story, but I promise I will update more frequently when the semester is over! 😓 (I haven’t seen Infinity War because of finals, so this is clearly assuming those events never happened) The next chapter will be more of a background for the reader/flashbacks. Please feel free to leave comments/feedback/ask to be tagged!

Read Part One

Tag List:

@papi-chulo-bucky @diinofayce 

(I edited the post so I can fix the tags - I’m sorry if you got re-mentioned!)

Word Count: 2100 (Ended up being longer than I thought haha)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, like one use of explicit language

Silently, the team took their positions around the perimeter of the Hydra base. The plan was to infiltrate and gather intel, while keeping casualties to a minimum. They were to capture as many operatives as possible, using lethal force only when necessary. Another thing you had to adapt to. Keeping people alive was dangerous in this line of work. Every person spared is just one more loose end.

But you weren’t an assassin anymore; you were an Avenger. And Avengers had a certain reputation to maintain. Killing when necessary is one thing, but parading around as a band of merciless vigilantes is a dangerous potential spiral that inspired the Sokovia Accords in the first place. The armory was stocked with non-lethal weapons to make the transition easier, but you were rather attached to your knives. They were a souvenir from darker times, but you knew how to wield them. The balance, the grip, the weight - the fit was so natural, they may as well have been welded as extensions of your arms. While you weren’t a stranger to firearms, you recognized that there was a certain degree of control that the knives offered that guns never could. You knew exactly how to tread the fine line between a fatal and a crippling blow. You knew exactly how much pressure to apply and which areas to target. Bucky often teased that the semblance between his arm and your knives was the real reason you were attracted to him, but he would be lying if he didn’t admit that he was in awe of someone who could not only match his knife skills, but exceed them.

Even so, you  grabbed a handgun from the rack as you stalked down the ramp of the quinjet. Like second nature, you unloaded the chamber, counted the rounds, and reloaded the gun, switching the safety on for now. 15 bullets. Knives were your weapons of choice, but it would be naive to pretend that they could be enough. It was best to prepared.

Just in case.

The team split into pairs, slowly inching towards the base, careful not to attract any attention from the guards patrolling the perimeter. Natasha and Peter were charged with taking out the guards on the north end of the compound. Steve and Wanda took the west end, while Sam and Tony took the east. You and Bucky circled around to the south gate, keeping a steady pace but careful not to arouse any suspicion.

“In position,” Bucky murmurs into his earpiece. As the rest of the team confirmed their positions, you let your eyes sweep the immediate area. You spotted two cameras facing the entrance, just as the intel suggested, and three guards lumbering in close vicinity to the guard tower.

“What do you see, (Y/N)?” Bucky crouches next to you, looking through the scope of his rifle. The serum did away with any real need to have to use his scope, but, like you, Bucky was careful.

“Two cameras. Three on the ground, but there could be more in the tower.”

“Cameras shouldn’t be a problem,” Tony chimed. You could imagine the smug look on his face and smirked. He had been tinkering with a device for the last few days that would knock out both the external cameras and any broadcast system within the base.

“Cameras are down. Take out the guards and wait for everyone to clean up before heading in. It’s better to go in all at once,” Steve cautioned.

“Ready, soldier?” You teased, relishing in the soft smile that crept onto his face. Bucky trailed his eyes across your face, taking in the smallest details of your face. It was his ritual before a fight; he claimed it reminded him of what he wanted to come back to. You stood silently and extended your hand to him, never letting your eyes wander from his.

“Always,” he winked. He took your hand and turned the safety on his rifle off. You reached behind you and drew your knives.

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Taking out the guards went smoothly. Bucky distracted the three guards, while you slipped into the guard tower. With Tony’s device in place, the commotion outside the compound went undetected and you quickly knocked out the two Hydra operatives you found lingering in the tower. As you finished tying up the unconscious guards, Bucky dragged in his own victims. While you stripped them of their key cards, Bucky fiddled with the security console, bringing up the surveillance footage from within the compound. At this point, the others were ready to move into the compound and waited for Bucky to give the all-clear. Slipping the last key card in your pocket, you hesitated before taking their radio devices apart as well. Just in case.

“From what I’m seeing, most of the compound looks clear. There’s a few stragglers, but it shouldn’t be a problem. Nat should be able to get in easy and retrieve the files while we sweep the building.”

You peered over Bucky’s shoulder and scanned the panel of footage. The agents were armed, but seemed unconcerned. Most of them had their weapons slung across their backs or tucked haphazardly into their belts, choosing instead to keep their hands free.

“They don’t seem to be expecting anything,” I muttered.

“I guess Stark’s device really worked,” Sam said, almost with a reluctant admiration.

“And why would you assume otherwise?” Tony retorted indignantly.

You had been with the Avengers long enough to recognize that the exasperated sigh that managed to penetrate the banter belonged to Steve. Bucky smirked, tongue prodding at the wall of his cheek. Catching the glint of amusement in your eyes, he shook his head and chuckled softly.

“Alright, Cap. Whenever you’re ready,” you relayed, wiping the blood off your blade on an unconscious guard’s uniform.

“Resourceful,” Bucky commented, nodding his head in mock intrigue.

You rolled your eyes, handing him a key card in case you guys got separated. Tightening your grip on your knives, you followed Bucky back outside and crept to the entrance, waiting for Steve’s word.

“Alright, guys. Head in. Remember the plan.”

Thanks to your meticulous planning, navigating the south end of the compound was a breeze. You and Bucky stuck together and tackled one room at a time, careful to keep tabs on the number of hostiles you encountered. Tony’s gadget may have worked, but this wasn’t the time to let your guard down. So far, the mission had gone seamlessly. Aside from the occasional grunts and string of expletives hissed through the earpiece, everything seemed to have gone flawlessly. So much so that you began to get suspicious.

Bucky sensed your anxiety and nudged you gently with his elbow, keeping his rifle aimed ahead. You shook your head, signaling that something felt off. When you looked up at him, you saw his eyes had lost the shine they had back in the guard tower. He felt it too. You were suddenly hyper aware of everything around you. You cringed, hearing the distinct, but slightly muffled sound of your boots padding against the floor.

“Nat. Peter. Where are you guys with the files?” You asked under your breath, wary of your voice reverberating through the compound.

“Still looking. Peter’s clearing out the next room, but I can’t find anything on these computers. There’s nothing on them. Unless anyone’s interested in a quick game of solitaire.”

“That’s impossible,” Wanda said, in between breaths. “We cleared the entire west corridor, there’s nothing here either.

“Stark and I are coming up empty too. None of the guards are giving anything up either. Something’s not right,” Sam cautioned.

“Yeah, we’re getting that too,” Bucky muttered, his deep voice amplifying with the acoustics of the building.

“Hey, guys…” Peter trailed off, leaving the comms to pick up the unmistakable sound of fingers flying over a keyboard.

“What’d you find, kid?” Tony urged. The tension was palpable and the silence loaded with uncertainties. You hadn’t realized you had stopped walking until Bucky beckoned you over to the last door with a slight nod of his head. You let go of the breath you were holding, hoping Peter’s voice would soon fill the insufferable silence.

“Mr. Stark…”

You backed away from the door, nodding at Bucky as you got into position. You bent your knees slightly and shifted your weight onto your right foot, ready to lunge forward.

“Come on, kid. Use your words.”

“I think…”

Gun in one hand, Bucky swiped the key card with the other and pivoted out of the way to let you rush the guards. The doors slid open and you stormed through the opening, only to be met with a rank of of Hydra agents with their weapons directed straight at you.

“I think it’s a trap.”

“(Y/N)!”

Before you could register Bucky’s voice, you felt a flesh arm yank you back into the corridor while a vibranium one deflected a bullet destined to pierce straight through your heart.

“Fuck!”

“(Y/N)??” Wanda yelled, panic seeping through her voice.

“Everyone get out now!” Steve commanded.

With Bucky in tow, you began sprinting through the corridors, navigating the mental blueprints of the building in your mind. You knew every inch of this place, in theory. You knew where every camera was mounted, where every turn would lead. Even now, in the midst of rapid gunfire and frantic yelling in Russian, you could imagine every possible escape route you could take. But this? The ambush? This shouldn’t have happened. This wasn’t part of the plan.

You sheathed your knives, reaching instead for the handgun tucked away in your belt and flipping the safety off. There were too many for you guys to attempt to take on, even with a serum-enhanced soldier at your back. The only option was to follow Steve’s orders and get back to the quinjet. You had 15 rounds. Discretion was no longer an option; you were shooting to kill.

At this point, you could hear the same commotion echoing through the rest of the building. The others were dealing with the same situation and there was no telling how outnumbered they actually were.  You and Bucky worked like a well oiled machine, trading off shots as you rounded corners.

Fourteen.

Thirteen.

Twelve. You missed. A waste of a bullet.

Eleven.

Bucky laid down cover fire while you struggled to get the door open. Rifling through the key cards, you swiped one after the other only to be met with a blinding red light mocking you. Hearing the unsettling click of the rifle’s empty clip, you immediately took Bucky’s place, shoving your cards into his hands and buying him time to get the door open.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven.

The door whirred as it slid open and Bucky once again called your name. You nodded in acknowledgement and fired off a few more shots before following him into the last stretch of the building. You heard frantic chatter in your earpiece, but it was eclipsed by the ringing in your ears.

Six. Five. Four.

As you slid through the door, Bucky grunted as he smashed the key card console, dragging out the wires, hoping it would deter the stream of hostiles. For good measure, he dragged a desk from one of the rooms and barricaded the door.

Taking a second to catch his breath, he relayed that the quinjet was on standby.

“Nat’s already there and Peter’s helping Steve and Wanda make their way there. They’re just waiting for  us, Stark and Wilson.”

“Actually, just you guys now. What’s your status,” Tony inquired.

“Almost out of the building. Bucky’s out of ammo and I only have four shots left.”

“Make them count, kid,” you heard after a brief silence.

“I always d-”

You were interrupted by the sound of Bucky’s makeshift barricade succumbing to Hydra’s soldiers as they slowly funneled in. You and Bucky picked up your pace with you turning around every once in a while to slow the enemy down.

Three. Two.

The next time you turned around, you felt your heart plummet and your legs fail, leaving you trailing behind Bucky. Among the crowd, you caught a man with his sleeves rolled up. A prominent, jagged scar traced his forearm and carved into his elbow. A face from your past, one you never thought you would see again, was staring at you with pure malice and a grin as he savored the effect he had on you. It was him. Someone you should have killed a long time ago. He lowered his gun, but the others rushed forward. You snapped out of your stupor and shot the one closest to you.

Three. No. Two? Two.

Your eyes never once wavered from the man’s as you shot the guy behind him, saving him for last.

One.

Realizing you were no longer paralyzed, his grin faltered. You aimed at his head and pulled the trigger with conviction.

Click.

The shock was plastered across your face, reviving his malicious grin once again as he raised his own rifle.

[skeletorific]

The 'fight me' h/cs were so cute ahhh i was grinning the whole time i read them!! Thank you for doing my request!! If you have time, do you think you could do the same for SF Paps, US Sans and UF Paps?? Thank you again!!!

Yeeeesss!!!! Yes!!!!

SF!Papyrus: “no”

“sugar, come on-”

“Nope!”

Your boyfriend sighed, massaging his neck and getting up from the worn mattress he’d been sitting down on. “babe, I’ve got patrol in fifteen minutes and its cold as tits outside. gimme my jacket.”

“not a chance, bone boy.” You said, burrowing deeper into the blankets. “ it's freezing in here, and unlike you I’ve got skin.”

“that jacket’s my property, sweetcheeks” He growled in that way he knew damn well made you melt in his hands, but for once you were holding firm.

“come and take it, bitch” At this point, you were completely hidden by the blankets. Truth be told this was less about the cold (although you swore you could see your breath) and more about trying to get him to stick around for a little longer. Last night had been great, and you weren’t ready for it to end yet. Deep down you knew he had to go, but that didn’t mean you had to make it easy.

“sugar…” His voice purred, suddenly very close by your ear and only slightly muffled by the layers of fabric. “last chance…”

You resisted the urge to squirm with excitement. “not. A. Chance.”

The next few seconds happened so fast you almost missed it. Somehow he ripped the blankets off and pinned you face-up underneath him. Before you could even think to fight back his hands were shoved under your shirt, cold, boney fingers tickling every spot he knew was sensitive and leaving you helpless with gasping laughter. His legs pinned your own so you couldn’t kick him off, and just as suddenly as it started it stopped. You opened your eyes and saw he was already halfway across the room, pulling the jacket on with a smug expression. “see you tonight”

“Wait, Rus!” You sat up. He paused in the doorway, looking back with a cocked browbone.

Maybe you were just in a weird mood that morning, you weren’t sure. But you  found yourself running towards him. “fight me!” And you leaped in the air, arms outstretched towards him, trusting him to catch you…

He did. Rus had great reflexes. The next move felt just as natural,. You started pressing kisses all over his face, laughing softly and trying to silence his surprised grunts and murmured reprimands not to do shit like that. Eventually he decided to roll with it, catching your mouth with his own and holding you in a deeper kiss. Eventually he broke off, smiling crookedly. “see you.”

“see you.” 

He set you down on your feet and pressed one last kiss to your forehead before heading out the door. You went back to the room to get dressed in something warm. And plot vengeance…

US!Sans: “APOLOGIES!”

“No, sweetie, I keep telling you, its just ‘Sorry’. The name of the game.”

“MINE SOUNDS MORE SINCERE!”

“It's not really meant to be sincere, it's almost kind of sarcastic I guess?” 

“WELL, NOT THAT I DON’T APPRECIATE A COMPETITIVE JAPE BETWEEN FRIENDS, BUT THAT SEEMS UNNECESSARY.” 

You chuckled. “yeah, maybe a little. Can’t sting much more than watching you send my pieces back over and over.” This was the fourth time this round he’d done that.

Blue appeared to be masking a grin as he leaned over to kiss your cheek. “NOTHING PERSONAL, SWEETNESS.”

It was a slow, rainy day, and you and Blue were passing the time by going through some of the board games in your closet. Blue was enjoying himself immensely, even if he wasn’t familiar with most of them. 

You were having fun too, but it soon became pretty clear why Stretch had peaced out as soon as the first game came out. Blue had a competitive streak a mile wide, a decent strategic mind, and an ungodly amount of luck. In addition to all of that, he was unexpectedly merciless on the path to victory. Never enough that you weren’t having fun but you found yourself at the barrel end of more than your share of Draw Fours. 

Not that you resented him winning. Blue was gracious in victory, and in the end it was more about spending time together than the competition. But the constant loss awoke some inner mischief in you, and you started thinking about how to mess with him a little. 

The idea came to you while you were putting away the last game.

“SO WHY IS IT CALLED OTHELLO?”

“Honestly, not sure, maybe something to do with the Shakespeare play?”

“REMIND ME TO LOOK THAT UP. OR PAPY MIGHT KNOW.” He closed the box. “IS THAT IT?”

“well, all but one.”

He smiled and looked around for it.

“oh, this game’s not in a box.” You fought a grin, stepping away from the bale. “Its…kind of a wrestling game.”

“LIKE SPARRING?”

“Sort of.”

“OKAY! HOW DO WE START?”

“Like this. fight me!” You ran at him before he could process what you said and jumped. His body reacted before his mind did and he caught you neatly, staggering back a few steps while you giggled and pressed kisses in rapid succession all over his face.

He quickly recovered from his surprise and chuckled. “I SEE.” He started walking towards the couch, shifting his grip on you a little and returning a few kisses. “WELL, I HOPE YOU KNOW I INTEND TO WIN THIS GAME AS WELL.”

“Good luck, I’ve already got a headstart.” you said. 

The barrage of affection continued for a good couple hours.

UF!Papyrus: The two monsters collided off one another again and again, attacks increasing in intensity with each passing moment. their control was immense, but so was their ferocity. Probably neither of them were trying to kill each other but that was hard to tell from an outside perspective. When Edge had told you what was a safe distance was to spectate you had assumed it was just your boyfriend being his paranoid self, but watching them now you were glad for the distance. 

“freaks, right?” Red said, examining his knuckles next to you. “

They’re incredible!” 

“I mean, that’s one word for it.” He chuckled. “another is frickin overboard.” Despite his laid-back posture and bored expression you knew Red well enough to tell he was proud of his brother’s strength.

So were you. And despite the fierce expression on his face you could tell Edge was enjoying himself quite a bit. He loved fighting with Undyne. Though he didn’t enjoy his world’s violence as much as he pretended, sparring was a good way to burn off excess energy and put to use his strategic faculties like nothing else, other than puzzle building. 

In a way, you almost envied Undyne. Not that you were jealous. Edge was loyal to a fault and Undyne wasn’t interested anyways. But there was clearly a kind of relationship they had as a result of their sparring that you simply didn’t have access to. While you knew Edge valued your softness, you couldn’t help but speculate about what you were missing out on. 

Eventually they paused for water Red wandered over to harass them a little and talk, but you hesitated, pretending to hunt for something in Edge’s bag.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” His voice behind you made you jump and you turned around in a hurry, face slightly red. 

“uh, yeah! Sorry, was wondering if I had slipped my charger in there.” You said, rubbing the back of your head. 

He examined your face for a moment before appearing to accept it, taking another long drink from his water bottle.

You were being stupid. You weren’t being deprived of anything by not fighting him. Still, thinking about it too long had left you feeling oddly distant from him in that moment. You needed something to snap you out of it….

You glanced back. Undyne was engaged in some kind of argument with Red and was too distracted to notice what was going on over here. Edge hated you doing this kind of shit in public, but…

“Hey, babe?”

“MM?”

“fight me!” You leapt at him, knocking him to the ground. He just barely manages to grab you in time to stop you from being thrown off, and he yelped in surprise.

“HEY-MM!” You cut off the protest with a soft kiss. Eventually he broke off and started berating you for it but you just kept kissing all over his face, smiling wide as his cheekbones grew progressively reder and his protests slowly died off into grumbling, before he started kissing you back, with that small, secret smile you knew was just for you.

Eventually Undyne looked over and gave you a half-hearted lecture about PDA during training while Red made enough dirty jokes to set Edge off yelling, but you felt a warm spot in your chest.

You had your own kind of connection.

[ariespageofbreath]

Monster Summer Mash: Naps and Lazy Days

Fourth entry!! Tbh these will all probably be either art or reader inserts lol. Anyways, once again, could be platonic or not, up to you, reader is gender neutral, and it's with Swapfell Papy (you decide which version lol)! 

Edit: Fixed the paragraphing issues lol. Dunno why that was a problem in the first place.

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 Summer has always been your lazy season. The warmth of the sun makes you slow and lethargic, content to lounge around your hours sleeping or relaxing. You get more days off, so you can stay up as late as you want without repercussions, or just binge-watch whatever show holds your fancy. 

 And even though most of your human and monster friends are notorious busy-bodies and athletes, you’re a well-known couch potato. So your friends understand when you turn down a day at the beach, or to go to the movies, or-ugh-running. This year, you’re staying in more than usual. This whole year has been astonishingly stressful, and you wanted a nice, long break to recuperate. 

So you wanted to spend most of your time at home, doing little things to make you happy and pass the time. You feel bad turning down your friends so often, but you know you wouldn't be able to enjoy it as much right now. 

 Or maybe that's just your excuse. Who knows. 

You’re in the middle of binge-watching yet another series on Netflix, eating potato chips on the couch, when your phone goes off. You grunt, scrambling up to pause your show and grab your phone. You don’t bother to check the caller ID before answering. “Y’ello?”

 “knock knock,” comes the raspy tenor of your best friend, Papyrus. 

 You snort, completely forgetting that he can’t see your eye roll from the other side of the phone. Still, you decide to humor him, drily replying, “Who’s there?”

 Someone rings your doorbell, briefly distracting you until he chuckles. “me.”

 Paling, you glance down at yourself. Thanks to a malfunctioning AC and too-hot weather, you’ve been chilling in a tank top and a pair of underwear in the dark all day. You’re also sweaty and you’ve got crumbs of food littering your body. Cringe. “Uh, hold that thought, buddy, I gotta go make myself presentable.”

 “psh. you know i don’t care about that,” he states, unaware of you rushing into your bedroom.

 It’s true, he’s the chillest dude you know, and of all your friends, he’s the least likely to judge you for your current state. But still! “Yeah, well I do. Go ahead and come in, I’m taking a quick shower. You know where the food and stuff is.”

 “thanks doll.” There’s a weird noise, presumably him teleporting into your living room. You hear him snort. “wow, you weren’t kidding. have you even moved at all this week?” 

 Betrayal! You trusted him not to judge you! Scowling, you huff, “Speak for yourself, kettle. If it weren’t for Sans, you’d never get up at all.” You collect a towel and a change of clothes from your bed, heading to the attached bathroom. “Make fun of my life choices later, I’m hanging up now.” 

 Despite your threat, you still wait long enough for him to chuckle and return the farewell before you hang up with a smile. You duck into the bathroom, taking the shortest, coldest shower possible while still getting clean. You might linger just a little longer to enjoy the cold before climbing out again. You get dressed just as quickly, leaving the towel around your shoulders to catch the water. 

 When you emerge into your living room, you find that he’s taken over your couch and your TV. You snort when you see what’s on. Traipsing over, you lean on the back of the couch to smirk down at his sprawled form. “Horror movies, Goldie? Aren’t you a little young?” 

 “older than you, whippersnapper,” he drawls, barely shifting to look up at you. The sharp gold of his canines catch the light as he raises a brow bone at you challengingly. “what’s’a matter, sweetheart? afraid of the boogeyman?” He makes a point of leering at you threateningly. 

 “Please. The boogeyman is sitting on my couch, and I’ve seen him cry like a baby when he’s drunk. I’ve stopped being afraid of him. His older brother’s the one who spooks me,” you tease, reaching out to flick his forehead. 

 He swats you away, pretending to be offended even as he smiles. He places one hand dramatically on his sternum. “really? You’re more afraid of sans than me?” When you nod, grinning, he drops the act, crossing his hands behind his head. “good call. have you seen his workout plan?” Cue dramatic shiver. 

 You chuckle, shaking you head at his antics. “No kidding.” You reach down again to swat at his knee. “Move over, Mr. Boogeyman, you’re hogging the couch.”

 For a moment, it seems like he’s actually considering it, but then his familiar smug smirk is back. He stretches his already-too-long legs farther, sinking lower into the couch. “nah. think i like it the way i am.” 

 “I will sit on you,” you threaten, though it isn’t really much of a threat. Not only is he stronger than you, he has magic, so if he wanted you to move, you’d move.

 He was also evil and knew all your ticklish spots, but you digress. 

 Papyrus simply continues to smirk, once again raising his brow bone. You shrug, giving him a “you asked for it” look. Without further ado, you clamber over the couch, landing directly on him. He lets out a little grunt, reaching up to stabilize you. You half-expect him to make some stupid remark about sitting on his lap, but he simply grins at you like this was his plan all along. 

 Actually, when you think about it, it probably was. 

 You don’t have time to ponder. Keeping one sharp hand on your back, Papyrus uses the other to fish the remote off the ground and restart the movie. You lean back, getting comfortable on his semi-rigid body, and you settled into an easy silence. Occasionally, you’ll feel his hand twitch, thumb rubbing your back.

 The movie is boring and predictable, an old number you’ve seen a ton of times, so you pass the time making fun of how bad it is. Some of the jumpscares still get you, however, and Papyrus won’t stop mocking you for it.

 Somehow, it turns into a horror movie marathon. You’re half-way through a second one-one you’ve never seen, but Papyrus has-when the hand on your back sides up to your shoulder, lightly tugging on you. You give him a curious look, so he pauses the movie to speak to you. “mind layin’ down, doll? Pressure’s kinda gettin’ to my ribs.”

 “Oh, yeah, sorry,” you agree without pause, shifting as carefully as you can so you’re on your side in front of him, back to his chest. Papyrus drapes his arm over your side, curling slightly to pull you closer. “That better?” you murmur, and are rewarded with a quiet grumble. 

Snorting, you take control of the remote and unpause the movie. For a while you’re both quite again, watching the action play out. His fingers graze your stomach occasionally, just firm enough so it doesn’t tickle. Despite it still being hot out, you don’t feel too warm-he’s the perfectly cool temperature.

 It’s not until the sixth movie, as you’re beginning to doze off, that Papyrus speaks up in a quiet voice. “missed doin’ this, doll. you ain’t been around lately.”

 You bite your lip, guilt settling in. Papyrus has been a constant source of comfort and support this whole year, and yet so far you’d practically ditched him. You stare at the carpet, frowning. “I’m sorry, Paps. I’ve been kind of a crap friend lately. I just wanted some time to myself to just… recharge, you know? I really should have hung out with you guys more.”

 “that’s not what i’m sayin’, sweetheart,” he chuckled, sitting up slightly and leaning over to make eye contact. His sockets are soft. “there’s nothin’ wrong with takin’ time off to relax. take all the time in the world, i ain’t goin’ anywhere.” He gave you a little squeeze, suddenly looking a little nervous. “y’know we don’t, uh, have to go anywhere, right? t’hang out? if you’re feelin’ a little drained, y’know, we can always just chill here or at my place, doin’ what we’re doin’. i jus’... heh, sounds a ittle selfish, but i uh. i miss seein’ ya.” 

 You can’t help but laugh a little, touched. Count on Papyrus to be so understanding but bashful. You reach up, gently touching his cheekbone to give him an honest smile. “Thanks, Papy. i’d love to do this more often. I miss you too, Mr. Boogeyman.” 

 He snorts affectionately, relaxing again. “glad m’ not the only one. jus’ remember that i care about ya’, an’ i wanna see you be happy, okay?” You nod, and he smirks, back to his normal self. “great. now enough of this mushy crap, let’s get back to blood’n’guts.” 

 You chortle, sinking back into his hold. He presses his face into your neck, not even bothering to pretend to watch the movie, and within moments he’s snoring. Though you leave the TV on, it doesn’t take you long to follow him. 

 Outside, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and on days like these, lazybones like you… Are happily napping with their best friends.

[starrynite7114]

Trust

A/N: I was able to fulfill a request during my study break! This was fun to write and pretty short, but I hope you all enjoy it! I’m working on Snapshots and Misconstrued, Snapshots may be out first, but regardless, I’m working on a few things! 

Requests are still open, if you want to make a request, feel free to do so!

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Relationships were complex. Whether it was family, friends or a significant other, there were many layers to it.

With significant others, jealousy was a part of relationships. A layer that could be seen as a way to show your significant other that you care or it could drive a wedge in your relationship. 

Angel was hardly a jealous man, okay, that was a lie. He didn’t even like it when another man he wasn’t familiar with breathed the same air as you, but he trusted you with all of his heart. He just didn’t trust these fuckers around you. But it wasn’t his fault. You were charming, beautiful, people were just drawn to you.

Lucky for Angel, Santo Padre was a small town and people never tried to cross that boundary with Angel. They were respectful, but they would never make a move on you or even flirt with you. Angel was well known to threaten anyone who even looked your way. You were the only person that brought this out of him. His past girlfriends, he didn’t even bat an eye when they would flirt with other guys. For him, those girls were just women he went through and now he had you and it was a whole different feeling. But this showed him how much he loves you, how true his feelings were for you.

It may also have to do with the fact that he felt you were out of his league. He was human, insecurities come, but you were the one thing he knew that he scored out of pure luck. 

Here he was now, watching as your ex-boyfriend, some prim and proper douchebag you met in college. He was currently in Santo Padre on business with Galindo. He was going to help build this new development in Santo Padre. To say he was annoyed was an understatement. This ex-boyfriend of yours, Dante or whatever the fuck his name was, decided to visit you at your grandmother’s bakery, that you’ve been helping with since you came back. 

Angel was going to pick you up to bring you back to the clubhouse since they wanted to do a BBQ and of course, you were such a big part of the club at this point, it would be weird if you weren’t there.

But with Angel seeing this before him, he was irritated, no, he was pissed. 

He knew David, a prick that pursued you relentlessly. 

He also knew how nice you were. You didn’t mean to be inviting, but people gravitate towards you. 

Angel could tell you weren’t exactly comfortable, but he hated how friendly you could be. This guy did not need to be here. 

You looked outside and saw Angel, sitting on his motorcycle, smoking. Your man looked so good, but you could tell he wasn’t exactly happy that Dylan was in your grandmother’s bakery after hours. He came in a little late and he had very full intention of staying and speaking to you. He was always a nice guy, but you could tell he could be a bit pushy if he truly wanted something. 

Currently, he was trying to entice you to attend this BBQ his mother was throwing for Memorial Day weekend at Texas. He didn’t want to be bombarded with relationship questions and wanted to take you along to keep his mother at bay. His mother had adored you, which apparently was a feat, but you knew this wouldn’t go over well with Angel. Personally, you didn’t want to go either.

Your phone vibrated, breaking Dylan from one of his babbling. You gave him a smile and picked up your phone, it was from Angel.

                                                Hubby <3

Get rid of Doug before I do.

Looking up, you found Angel still sitting, that smirk on his face. 

Dylan, his name is Dylan. Calm down papi. He’s just asking me to go to his mother’s BBQ next month. He’s harmless, he’s with someone else now.

Placing your phone down, you focused on Dylan once more.

“I know you don’t like your mother’s matchmaking ways, but why not just bring Kristin?” You advised. 

“Cause my mother hates Kristin, she’s my high school sweetheart, fucking hated her.” Dylan shook his head. “Kristin is a great girl, but she always compares them to you.”

“Well, I am quite memorable.” You laughed, shrugging. 

“Humble you are.” Dylan shook his head. “I always wondered why we didn’t work out.”

“We weren’t happy at the end of our relationship Dylan, I was here and you were in Temecula. Believe me, things worked out for the best.”

“You can’t possibly want to stay here for the rest of your life. It’s dead space here.” Dylan never understood why you decided to stay in Santo Padre. For your biker boyfriend? He met Angel, and he didn’t understand how you could tolerate being here. 

“I don’t expect you to understand. I feel at home here.” 

And it was true, you did feel at home here, well mostly, you felt at home cause you were with Angel. 

You two met in middle school, but you ended up moving away to Las Vegas with your parents. You tried to keep in touch through MySpace then texting every once in a while. After graduating college, you came back to Santo Padre to help your grandmother out after a nasty fall. It was nine years ago that you came back and you had texted Angel after you settled down. You had a crush on Angel when you were younger, but it faded when you two parted. Almost instantly when you two saw one another again, the attraction was immediate. But you didn’t want to start a relationship with Angel, knowing you most likely would leave Santo Padre.

But the city always somehow pulled people. 

It was insane. 

You never wanted to stay in a small town, but you found comfort on just knowing everyone and if you were being honest, you couldn’t leave Angel. He was always a part of your life, but being in his presence, seeing how he grew up and the charm he had, you couldn’t walk away. You tried, but he always pulled you back to him and you two weren’t even together. When he finally asked you out on a date, it was cute, and you two were just at the beach, watching the waves, sitting in peaceful silence. He broke it by asking that and you still remembered how you blushed and how you immediately said yes. He chuckled and the rest was history. 

Now, things were different. 

It was peaceful here to some degree. You liked the pace of life and your family was here.

“I think you’re settling.”

“I think it’s time for you to leave.”

You and Dylan both looked towards the door and Angel had just walked through. Dylan gulped. He didn’t scare easily, but Angel could be imposing. 

“You’ve overstayed your welcome Donnie.” Angel tilted his head towards the door. 

“Nice seeing you Y/N.” He made his way towards the door, bowing his head when he passed by Angel. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew Angel could kill him if he wanted to. He didn’t want to push his buttons. 

Angel locked the door after him, turning to you and shaking his head. 

“You really need to entertain that mother fucker?” Angel questioned. “He fucking asks you to go to Texas with him and you just what? Entertain the idea.”

“Fuck you, Angel.” You spat out. 

“Oh, there’s time for that later querida,” he smirked, but it wasn’t his playful smirk, it was his smug smirk that he always had on when he was irritated and ready to press your fucking buttons. “Settling huh?”

“Angel, you know that’s not how I feel.” You frowned. “Why are you going to let Dylan get to you?”

“Because, he shouldn’t even be fucking here. Why does he come here every fucking week? Do you like going down memory lane with him? Do you like knowing that if you get tired of me you have that chump waiting for you?” Angel knew he was being irrational, but Dylan was visiting far too frequently. It was like you were enticing him to come and see you. “Do you talk to him regularly?”

“Unfuckingbelievable. So you don’t trust me?” You scoffed. “I’m not the one always surrounded by women, willingly throwing themselves at them. Also, how the fuck do I know that you don’t fuck other women while you’re on a run?”

Angel scoffed, looking at you in disbelief. “You fucking serious? You think I fuck other women?”

“No, no I don’t.” And you didn’t. You love Angel and knew he was loyal to you. He was never a cheater, never seemed that way. If he was in a relationship, he was all in and was solely focused on you. “Angel, why are you being unreasonable, if I trust you, why wouldn’t you trust me? Why would I cheat on you?”

Angel sighed. He fucked up. He didn’t actually think you would cheat. But seeing Dylan was a reminder that if you wanted, you could leave him and be with someone else. That once upon a time, you had a life without him and Dylan was that reminder. He fucking hated it. If he didn’t acknowledge his name, he wasn’t important, but he was. Looking at you and just how visibly upset you were, Angel grimaced. He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry baby.” He apologized, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you, I just, insecurities are a bitch.”

“I know, but Dylan is hardly someone you should be insecure about. There was a reason why we broke up. We never meshed well. Maybe in college we did, but priorities changed. He never understood why I had to come here and be with my grandmother.” You pulled away from Angel. “I never loved Dylan, especially not the way I love you. Please keep that in mind. You’re my world Angel, I couldn’t leave you, unless you do cheat on me then I’ll cut your dick off too.”

Angel laughed then, kissing you on your lips. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“You like crazy though.”

“As long as it’s you, I fucking do.”

[thesolotomyhan]

Narcos México: Dating them would include: (4/7)

I low key feel so insecure because my headcannons be hella long, I’m so sorry in advance because I may have gotten carried away on this one😅. Enjoy!

Let me know if you want to be added on the tag list! ❤️

Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes

Warnings: NSFW!

Ramon:

My ramoncito is such a hot head and filled with heated emotions, impulsive if you may

You were the wrecking ball that crashed into his life when he first met you,,, but in a good way

At first, when he would try to talk to you, he would stutter his words out to you, his palms were sweating, and it suddenly felt like the room was 200 degrees,,, he was getting BEYOND frustrated with himself

He honestly doesn’t even know how he asked you out or even why you agreed to go on a date with him but either way it was the best thing he’s ever done

Ramon rambles on to no end about you when you’re dating, te presuma el cabrón

“Te lo juro, mi mujer está bien pinche guapa, mi muñeca es un ángel de Dios”

Ramon’s kisses are the literal definition of passion and lust, like wow

I just know Ramon would sneak up behind you to pick you up when you come visit him at his house,

You’re just talking to Enedina or something and next thing you know, you feel someone excitedly pick you up and twirl you around

“Mi princesa, que haces aqui?” Wow

The other thing that comes to dating Ramon is the need of patience from you, he’s not one to openly talk about his worries even if he trusts you with his whole heart

Every time Benjamin is worried about Ramon’s attitude, he’s calling you to come talk to him

Because you’re always successful in talking him through his doubts and anger issues,

all you have to do is bring his eyes to focus on you and soothe him with words until he can actually think straight

The puppy eyes he gives you when you tell him you love him with your alma and that it’s going to be ok🥺

Jesus, the sheer amount of gifts this man will give you is just out of this world

Like it’s not even a surprise anymore to his family when a truck load of roses and other fancy shit arrives one day, they’re all like, oh yeah Ramon’s going on a date with his novia, right?

He does it because he can’t get over the way your face lights up, it makes him feel proud that he’s the only one able to do that

Ice cream and antojito dates are a must, ok 🥺👉👈. , don’t look at me

He loves taking you to club dates too, like he’s the definition of “live life to its fullest”

That and because he’s just embobado with the way you dance and how close y’all would dance together

Like can you imagine, dancing to the beat of the music with your ass grinding up against his hips as like your reaching behind you to grab hold of his hair,, and his hands are on your hips— lord, Ramon fucking lives for that

“Mira lo duro que me haces sentir, princessa” ok- Let me leave before I get carried away

I just know, all the dates he takes you on are always fun and it’s where you both lose track of time

Soft!Ramon is what I live for, I can see after your dates end, he’s leaning his forehead on yours and smiling at you🥺

He can’t let go of you

, it makes him so fucking happy when he wakes up in the morning with you cuddling into him, it’s how he always wants to start his mornings

Look, Ramoncito seems like the one not looking for marriage or that soft shit like Benjamin.

but when it comes to you, his heart just fucking ruptures with passion and el amor verdadero, he can’t help it

He can’t even begin to think about even losing you to some cabrón, and him not being the one enjoying your presence

your the only one who has truly captured his heart without even trying and he never wants that feeling to go away, I’m sobbing

So he definitely fiddles and secretly looks into engagement rings👀 with the help of Enedina’s advice because we all know she would be so excited that Ramon found someone that makes him sane and truly loves him

“No la quiero perder, Dina, no se que haria sin ella”

I can’t, you make him so SOFT that even everyone in his family pitches in to help convince him propose to you- they love seeing you two together-

***overprotective***

Even if someone just looks at you the wrong way,; or for making a bad comment towards you,, he’s already 0-100 real quick and pulling his gun out

This man causes so much disruption because no hijo de la chingada is going to get away with disrespecting you

You know that once scene at Roxanne where Chapo and Cochi were bullying Francisco and then all hell broke loose,, yeah now imagine like Cochi trying to get a rise out of Ramon by “jokingly” catcalling you- oooop

“¿Cuándo vas a prestarme a tu vieja, Ramón? a lo mejor puedo chingarmela mejor que tú”

Oh no, no no no,, you’re already trying to grab Ramon’s arm as he does a full 180

Red, that’s all Ramon sees as he’s already swinging and hell breaks loose once again-

Even though Ramon would just love to kill Cochi right there for saying that, he can't, but he���ll get it one of these days 👀

Anyways-

Ramon loves to pick out outfits with you as well, he likes giving his opinion about which outfit would slap and would go along with his,

he wants to make people jealous about how hot Ramon’s mujer looks, like the fucking smug look he has on his face as he walks in with you

He has pride in how only he gets to touch you the way he can while others can only drool and watch from afar

Ramon is always having his hand resting on your waist or your ass, and you can’t tell me he would not give an occasional squeeze or slap to your ass, like this bastard would

Ramon would be one to have you sitting on his lap all the time with his arms wrapped around you, making you laugh as he lightly kisses your neck-

In the end, Y’all are just a fun af couple, attached to the hip and inseparable, I’m in love

NSFW:

Oooooohhhhh boy, does my man have SO many kinks, but we’ll get to that in a minute

He’s one to never turn down a blowjob from you, like the intense gaze he’ll give you as he sees you gagging on him

This man loves his pleasure, he’s desperately thrusting into your mouth as he lets out the loudest groans all the while tangling his hands in your hair- ok

Ramon fucking lives for seeing you in his bed

From the beginning where your smiling up at him, naked for him and pulling him down to get him to do something

To the end of the night when your whimpering and trembling after he’s done with you, like damn

The roughest sex happens with Ramon

I’m gonna say it…. Because it’s the truth

Ramon will eat you out until you can’t even speak right and your trying to weakly push him away

This mf will laugh into you as he forces your legs open and fingers you-

“Sé que puedes hacer uno más, solo uno más para mí bebé”

As he’s forcing you to look at him as he harshly rubs your sensitive clit-

Ramon has to see your facial expressions, he has them engraved into his memory and he also just loves seeing how he can make you feel, the way your soul leaves your body-

Jesus, this man is never fucking quiet, and that goes for you too, he hates seeing you trying to be quiet

“No te calles, no, dejen que nos escuchen”

He has a way of making you feel that he’s touching you everywhere and that, just by itself makes you lose control of yourself

-Overstimulation-

At the beginning, Ramon is setting a pace where he’ll try to go slow and hard at first because you can’t tell me that this man also loves soft sex 🥺

but damn, he can’t hold himself back, nopeeee, not right now with the way you’re desperately groping him and saying his name

Ramon starts to tear off your bra and panties because he feels like he’s going to explode if he’s not inside you in the next 2 seconds

You’ll pull him down to kiss him as he pushes into you, wow

God, his thrust game, his hand game, everything,, is just over the top

He’s not letting you catch your breath after your orgasm before he’s changing positions and pounding you again, not losing momentum

You’re literally shaking and begging him to stop from all the pleasure but you just go back to moaning as he picks up the pace,,,,

You’ll have tears of pleasure rolling down your checks as you feel him spread your legs even more, the emotions, I’m here for it

Ahem* my next point ,, choking kink, you know my man has one,

He has you laid out onto his bed beneath him as he adds a bit of pressure to your neck as he grips your hip with the other hand

Like shit, his fucking hand is so big, it just easily latches onto your neck-

Possessive af alright, he wants you to be screaming his name so it’s the only thing on your mind

He just needs to feel you and claim you all over again as his mujer

“Puto Cochiloco, hijo de su reputa madre, piensa que te puede hacer gritar como yo puedo”

you know he’s taking his frustration out on you after that encounter, he needs reassurance that only he can make you cum the way he can

Angry/Frustrated sex would be the only time he’ll let you roll your head back, because like wow, you’re always screaming his name out as you grip onto the bed frame

Fuck- when he’s thrusting from behind you, doggy style

He’ll pull your hair as he growls into your ear about who you belong to as he sneaks his hand in between your thighs again-

“Quien es tu papi?”-

And unlike Benjamin, he’s not one to hide your night of passion

He’s marking you up in the most visible fucking areas and always laughs when you scold him in the morning when your trying to cover them up

The Soft Sex, yeah, he only does that when he’s celebrating something with you, like either it’s your anniversary your birthday or something like that

The eye contact is a must in this situation, alright

He’s never looking away, like he’s looking up at you as he just devours your core and he holds your hands near your hips

Fuck, the softest but hardest thrusts as he grips your hip and lifts your leg to wrap around him

And this man still manages to give you multiple orgasms, doesn’t matter if it’s rough or the softest sex, he’s still doing it

overdosed on sex is what happens with Ramoncito

But he would be one to pepper kisses everywhere and praise how good you were for him-

The best feeling in the world for him is waking up to you sleeping on his chest with your clothes scattered all over the room- aight imma just head out

[rueitae]

Space Birthday

Happy Birthday, Hunk! Here is a 9.6K word story of you as main protagonist! Fills the following 2018 prompts: Old Friends and New, Family, Ingenuity, Food/Cooking, Birthday, and probably Just Hunk Things too. Gen. Canon compliant - I’m pretty sure? Set sometime during season four.

Thanks @sp4c3-0ddity for giving it a quick read through!

Read it below or check it out on Ao3 or FF.Net

He could feel it in his gut.

Hunk’s gut was rarely wrong.

Groaning, eyes slowly opened and he reluctantly shoved his blanket off to the side. He yawned in the process of sitting up from his sleeping position. Hunk expected to take his sweet time getting up this morning as the Castle did not seem to be under attack at the moment.

He could use it, with the growing feeling of nerves in his stomach. It wasn’t the hungry sort of pain - although he was that as well. The ache tingled and spread out down to his fingers and toes. It was distinctly different than his ‘something is wrong with this picture’ feeling, one that he was aware came but once a year without fail.

His birthday. It coincided with the rainiest and longest days of the year back home. It wasn’t always on the exact day, but usually by the following week the most depressing conditions of the year were upon him. The sun may have been out longer, but nine times out of ten it was ruined by overcast skies and a better than decent chance of rain.

So Hunk had always assumed his aches and pains were weather induced. His papi had lived with the same issue, something no one ever gave a second thought to. The two were not the first in the family to get strange side effects from changes in weather and probably wouldn’t be the last. It rained frequently at home, a stark contrast to the desert where he had been going to school.

Hunk’s though, only seemed to occur around his birthday, and it was usually raining on his birthday.

He’d forgotten about it actually. Somewhere between being kidnapped by a sentient mechanical cat-spaceship and defending the universe, it didn’t seem possible for an Earth weather related ache to bother him light years away from home.

But his body was telling him otherwise.

This meant that his birthday had come and gone within the past week. They didn’t have any sort of way to tell what the date was back on Earth, but Hunk had never been so sure of anything in his life.

Except perhaps on the correct way to bake a sugar cookie, one always made it with sour cream, but that was an entirely different matter.

The others would have to rely on food goo this morning. He was too nauseous to be able to cook at the moment - a fact he cursed every year. He would have to find something else to occupy himself until he felt better.

—-

Lance was the one who finally found him in the Yellow Lion’s bay.

Hunk lay on his back, safety goggles on and sprawled out under an open panel on his lion’s underbelly.

“…huh…so that’s where you’ve been hiding it? Buddy, you could have just told me where it was instead of being all secretive about it.” A long pause. “Yeah I don’t care what Green tells you, curiosity can and does in fact lead to death. Especially for a cat.”

Lance raised an eyebrow and casually rested an elbow on Yellow’s giant foreclaw and the other on his hip. “I was wondering what it was that made you miss breakfast,” he opened casually.

Alarmed at the sudden inquiry, Hunk sat up too quickly and knocked his head against the loose panel. “Owww, Lance you gotta stop doing that man,” he complained, moving the goggles off his eyes and rubbing the top of his head in an attempt to soothe the sudden blow.

Lance further made himself comfortable, leaning forward with both elbows now on the Yellow Lion’s claw. He sported an examining and thoughtful look, tinged with just a bit of worry. “You didn’t show up for breakfast, “ he stated. “It freaked everyone out. It freaked me out. You never miss a meal. You’re the one always making up excuses to have a snack.”

Hunk was not impressed. “Hey, Allura and Coran adore tea time and my cookies. And elevenses too.”

“You took that from a movie!” Lance said, pointing an accusing finger.

Hunk smirked. “Real life thing, and you mean book anyway.”

Lance glared. “That still doesn’t explain why you missed breakfast. I mean, are you sick or something?” he pressed, real worry creeping onto his face.

“Naw, I’m fine. Well, mostly,” he corrected on second thought. “I have a bit of stomach pain. It’s usually gone by lunch though.”

Lance frowned. “Healing pod worthy pain? Or like getting the flu shot prick?”

“Like getting a prick in the side of my stomach every two seconds” Hunk said immediately, displaying the correct number with his fingers. “Always happens around my birthday and I can’t stomach to eat anything until later in the day. It’s the worst.” His face fell accordingly.

“Wait…it’s your birthday?” Lance asked, genuinely surprised and curious.

Hunk blinked in slight confusion. “Yeah, don’t you remember last year when…” realization dawned upon him. “Oooh. Right. You weren’t around for my birthday last year because of pilot survival training.

Lance shivered at the reminder. “Worst two weeks of my life. Thanks for the memories, Hunk,” he glared accusingly. “How do you even know it’s your birthday? It’s not like we can just check a calendar.”

“Because this always happens within, like, a week or two of my birthday. I always thought it was the weather, ‘cause my papi would get it before a big rain, and before a big cyclone his mother would get little corn holes on her fe-”

“Okay okay, you can stop now that’s gross,” Lance interrupted hurriedly. “So you’re not hungry - wow that’s weird - and you have a sixth sense for when your birthday is.”

Hunk shrugged. “Yeah. I mean. I guess. I always thought it was the weather. But we’re in space, man, nowhere near Earth. Yellow here doesn’t seem to have any answers about it either.”

Lance’s eyes had been slowly working themselves up into a sparkle of joy and mischief. He practically pranced in his spot. “This is great! We have a reason for a party!”

“Hm, that would be pretty cool,” Hunk admitted with a smile. “I wonder what Alteans did for birthday parties?” He gasped. “Or Galra! We could ask Kolivan. We could surprise Keith with something Galra-ish when it’s his turn.”

A bit more sheepishly than his normal behavior, Lance glanced towards the door to the hanger. “I get the feeling Keith is still a little uncomfortable about the whole thing. I’m not sure it’s the best idea.”

Hunk frowned. Lance had a good point. “Why do I get the vibe that he’s never celebrated a birthday before? Remind me to corner him about it later.”

“Done and done,” Lance promised. “So what can I do for you, birthday man?”

“I gotta stay here and keep my hands busy, otherwise I’ll go mad from not having breakfast. Yellow’s helping me out.” Hunk gave his lion a friendly pat on the belly, to which it purred deeply in his mind. “Just tell everybody I’ll be okay. I’ll bravely suffer the lack of food until it goes away.”

Lance grinned, a smug look on his face. “I’ll nab Coran’s precious meat thermometer for you.”

Less than two seconds Hunk had him in a crushing hug with tears streaming down his face. “You are the best friend a guy could ask for.”

—–

By the time Hunk was able to handle being close to the kitchen, it was well into afternoon Castle-time. Starving by now, he took a plate over to the food goo machine to dispense some nourishment. With a tired but relieved smile he pressed down on the lever to let the bland sustenance flow freely.

He frowned when it didn’t happen.

Frantically he tried again. Then several times in quick succession. “Ooooh, no no no, not again,” he whispered in fear.

His worst nightmare was about to become reality. Again.

“Are…you okay?” The quiet and calm voice came from Keith, who was standing in the door in his new Blade of Marmora uniform. His hair was much more flat than usual, and had Hunk not been on the verge of a mental breakdown, he might have realized Keith had recently come from a session on the training deck.

“Keith! I have never been so happy to see you! The food goo machine isn’t working. I haven’t eaten all day. I need help!”

The former paladin said nothing for several moments. He stared blankly at first Hunk, then the food goo nozzle, then back to Hunk. He shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe…ask Pidge?” he guessed.

“I don’t know where Pidge is,” Hunk said a little too quickly, panic quickly settling in on top of his now dull body aches. “I think I can fix it if I can get behind the panel. I need your knife.”

Keith seemed to be caught off guard. “Wait, what?”

“It’s made of like, super rare and strong material right? I think it’s the only thing that can get past the welding.”

Keith took stock of the situation before nodding. “I think I can get it open. Get ready to catch.” He wedged his knife between panels in the wall and with a few twists and a great heave, the wall came loose.

There, the reality of the situation was clear. Nothing was wrong with the machine itself, not mechanically anyway.

Platt had somehow figured out a way behind the wall and had chewed through the tubing, disrupting the flow of food goo and depositing it right into the mouse’s mouth. Currently it lay on it’s back, too full to move anywhere else. The yellow alien burped loudly in response to the paladin stares.

“Okay,” Keith said after a while. If Hunk wasn’t hearing things, the other boy sounded almost exasperated. “Let’s get you back to Allura.” He gently cupped the mouse in his hands before giving Hunk a small, apologetic smile. “I don’t think I’ll be much help fixing that. I can get this little guy out of the way though.”

Keith’s calm radiated outward and Hunk couldn’t help but also breath easier. “Yeah, this won’t take too long to fix, I know where the replacement parts are. Thanks for your help, man. You’re the best.” A tight hug was in order.

Keith didn’t resist, used to the spontaneous Hunk-hugs by this point. A genuine smile graced his features. “No problem. I hope the rest of your birthday is better.”

Hunk raised a suspicious eyebrow. “I’m not surprised. How long did it take Lance to spill the beans?”

“He came back singing ‘Happy Birthday’ in spanish.”

Hunk was even less surprised.

—

The food goo machine needed time to reset with the new parts, so Hunk had to figure out something else for dinner. Their fresh food stores were a bit low and a shopping trip was well past due anyway. Hunk decided as long as he was out, he was going to get ingredients for a cake. The others would enjoy it just as much and it would add to the growing list of ‘Earth foods the Alteans have tried’.

If he wanted to get the ingredients and bake the cake before the next sleep cycle, he had to go now. He was also beyond hungry. Worst day ever, Weblum and being attacked by food besides.

“There are plenty of grass fields on Raonde Seven. It was a farming colony back in the day,” Coran explained with pride. “Although the fresh just can’t compare to the synthetic threads of the Plentserian loaf! You had to burn it if you wanted any flavor. I could make one for your day of birth celebration!”

Hunk stood with mouth agape. “Uh, thanks, but no need. You sure this place is still farming? I need the flour, but it has been ten thousand years.”

Coran waved him off. “Those fields had enough nutrients to carry on twice as long! Take Pidge with you, she could use the fresh air, I think.”

A half a varga later Hunk piloted one of the pods down to the surface of Raonde Seven. One grumpy passenger sat next to him.

“I can already feel the sneezes coming,” Pidge complained. “Farm animals, hay, pollen everywhere…”

Hunk became a bit worried when he noticed her eyes definitely getting more red around the edges “You can stay in the pod if you want. I know what I’m looking for.”

Pidge sighed heavily. “No, I do actually need something here. The GPS devices the Raondians have on their farming equipment is second to none. I’m hoping to take some data back to the Castle to see if we can find some use for it.”

A comfortable silence settled in between the two. No sooner than it had, it was pierced by a loud rumbling sound.

Hunk flushed, as he set a hand on his stomach. “Urgh, sorry Pidge. I hope there’s a restaurant down there.”

The green paladin smirked. “I don’t think that one was your stomach, Hunk.” Leaning forward, she pressed a button on the comm unit. “Stop banging on the door. You’re going to ruin the pod and Coran is going to make you fix it.”

“Let me up front!” came Lance’s voice. “This isn’t fair!”

“Calling shotgun before we even get to the hanger is what’s unfair. You can sit in the back,” Hunk said, still plenty salty about the Space Mall trip.

“You said you were bored. You said you didn’t care what you had to do to get off the Castle for a few hours,” Pidge continued.

“You both suck,” Lance complained, not truly meaning it. His teammates didn’t have to see him to visualize Lance crossing his arms and huffing - ready to milk sympathy for all it was worth.

Unfortunately his Garrison teammates were least likely of all to give him any.

“How long is he gonna pretend to pout?” Pidge asked after a while.

“Oh, he could go on for days,” Hunk said a bit worriedly. “He once put on the act for a whole month in Physics after Professor Montgomery didn’t give the class the extra credit she’d promised us at the beginning of the year. She’d said it as a joke, but he was so pitiful she actually gave in. He won’t today though, because we are using this day as my unofficial birthday and he’s my best friend,” he finished with a tone of certainty.

Pidge smiled warmly. “We’ll get you that cake, Hunk. I promise.”

Hunk smiled, his heart warmed, and tears threatened to fill his eyes. A Holt promise was as good as the sun rising. After all, she’d found her brother in the middle of the entire universe after one such promise.

He’d have hugged her, but flying the ship came first.

VVVVV

Lance refused to speak when they had all exited the ship. His arms crossed, he glared at his science inclined friends and dared them to speak first.

Pidge was not going to give him the satisfaction. “I’m going to check out the local tech. I’ll see you two in a varga?”

Hunk would have let Lance pilot if the temptation for payback hadn’t been so strong. Instead he had less than gracefully landed the pod in a field outside of the largest population center that Pidge had been able to find.

Only ten bio signatures had been detected, confirmed as they stood at the threshold of could barely be considered a village. There was a large barn that looked as if it were undergoing a renovation, metal sides lined building with a few areas still showing a more original looking wood finish. A smaller metal building stood next to the barn, itself with dozens of large mechanical parts littered around it. Lastly a few residential looking domes lined the other side of a dirt road.

The rest of the area was surrounded by farmland, much how Coran had described it. To Hunk’s delight, the main crop of the area looked like it could pass for a strain of wheat - although a instead of a pure golden hue they had a metallic rusty shine here thanks to increased amounts of iron in the atmosphere. It helped to hide the pod from anyone casually looking in its direction.

The fields of the red and gold grain stretched out as far as he could see. Trees were few and far between, but offered a bit more height to the otherwise flat landscape.

Hunk hoped that one of the homes in the settlement would have some flour. There were no animals in sight though. His search for regular sized eggs would have to continue another day. Everyone was so sadly conditioned to food goo that no one would bat an eye if he used it as an egg substitute.

Food goo was surprisingly (or perhaps not, if he thought about it) full of protein.

A faint scent in the air caught Hunk’s attention. “Is…is that what I think it is?”

Pidge had already run off, practically bounding over to the building surrounded by engines, broken robots, and old tractor like machines. Lance raised an eyebrow, still putting on his pout routine, but willing to entertain a question.

Hunk’s eyes widened, suddenly quite aware of the hunger pains he continued to feel. “Someone’s cooking. That means they have ingredients to cook with. And maaaaybe they wouldn’t mind sharing some of the finished product with a fan.”

“Go ahead. I’m not moving from the ship. Shotgun is gonna be mine on the way back,” Lance said firmly.

“We’re on an alien planet, near a town that looks like it would fit into an old Western. And you just want to stay with the ship?” Hunk narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Who are you and what have you done with Lance?”

Even as Hunk spelled out the facts, Lance’s mouth twitched up to an excited grin and his cool demeanor was gone as if it had never been there in the first place. “I’m gonna go explore, see you in a varga!”

Before Hunk could speak again, Lance was already well on his way to check out the large barn that was adjacent to the machine shop.

“Okay, Hunk, breath.” He afforded himself a deep one. “See if any of the nice locals will share.”

Deciding to follow his nose to the source of whatever delicious smelling dish was being cooked, he was led to the nearest residential looking dwelling. He knocked at the circular door, confident that once he explained he was part of Voltron and an overall nice guy, he’d hit it off with the homeowners just like all the other aliens he’d met.

The door opened and child answered. Big yellow eyes looked up at Hunk in complete awe. Triangular ears perked up upon seeing the visitor. A tiny purple claw pointed up at him. “Wow,” she gaped. “You look just like one of the aliens from the Voltron Show!”

Because of course the Galra would be watching the galactic broadcasts.

Hunk had gotten a lot better at controlling his anxiety since living in outer space. That control was being severely tested here. A Galra child meant that there were Galra adults around. Galra adults who likely could figure out exactly who he was.

Lance and Pidge had no idea.

None of them had brought their armor, or their bayards.

“Oh. no,” he breathed. He took an unintentional step back.

The child mirrored Hunk’s fear, but not for the same reason. “Hey, don’t go! I’ve never seen an alien up close before.”

Against what his brain was telling him, which was to get his friends and get off this planet, Hunk did as the child said and froze in place. But there was no weapon in sight. This was clearly a kid, a tween if he had to guess an approximate age. His imaginative brain did it’s job and distracted him from the immediate threat, as it had a tendency to do.

“Wait. you’ve never seen an alien before?” His body visibly relaxed as his face drew into a more confused expression. “But you live in space. How can you have not seen an alien before?”

The child returned his look in kind. “…be…because I live on this planet? I mean of course I’ve seen aliens before,” she said, as if it were obvious. Hunk could have sworn he saw sparkles coming from her eyes. “But never in the flesh!”

“But I’m not an alien,” Hunk said automatically, and without thinking.

The kid looked at him as if he had grown a third eye. “Yeah you are.” She looked around him and must have spotted the pod. “You’re the one who came in a spaceship. I don’t even own one of those.”

There was brief silence. “Oh quiznack.” Hunk’s eye widened and he looked down at his hands. “I’m the alien. Keith is less alien than me.” Tears began to stream down his face. “Iamsuchaterriblefriendican’tbelieveitriedtoseeifhisskinwaspurple!”

The child raised an eyebrow. “Um. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Pause. “Do you wanna come inside?” she asked with uncertainty. Hunk’s stomach growled loudly, making her hair stand on end and jump back at the suddenness. She straightened back up upon realizing the cause. “I made stew if you’re hungry.”

She quickly found herself engulfed in a tight, warm, friendly hug. “I love you,” he said with tears still in his eyes.

She smiled despite the closeness. “You’re pretty weird, but I think I like you too.”

—–

“This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever eaten,” Hunk declared once he was sufficiently full. Relief filled his voice. “Thank you.”

The child beamed, swinging her legs back and forth as she sat across from him at a table. “It’s my father’s recipe,” she declared. “Everyone loves it. And now I know aliens like it too!” She was fidgety and sporting a huge grin that only a child could. Hunk felt like she would fly off her seat at any moment. “So can I ask you questions now? About being alien?”

Hunk gave her a slightly exasperated look before changing to a friendly smile. “My name’s Hunk. I’m from a planet called Earth. And uh,” he struggled to find the perfect thing. The thing that would complete the all important three point introduction that would condense his very being into a nutshell. “I love burritos.”

Well, when one has a sudden lack of profound thoughts, the favorite food would do perfectly well.

“I have no idea what that is, but I’d love to try it! I’m Keprin!” she said proudly, pointing at herself with the thumb. She smirked, and her fists clenched with excitement. “My friends are gonna be sooo jealous I got to hang out with an alien.” Quicker than an instant she was standing to his left. “Are you actually an alien from the Voltron Show? You look just like the funny guy. Hank? Hump?” She shrugged and moved behind Hunk’s chair to stand at his right, looking over every inch of him with scrutiny. “Do all earthlings look like you? Is it nearby? What do you do on your planet? Do you even have a job? What do you send to the Empire? Do you have flaming rocks that fall from the sky?” Keprin rattled off before Hunk could properly answer.

Hunk blinked, gobsmacked. “Wow,” he declared. These were indeed several loaded and actually relevant questions that Hunk realized his team should probably have a fake answer to. “Well, for one thing, I, am a gourmand,” he finished proudly.

“…what’s that?” she asked, a single eyebrow raised in confusion. This was clearly not what she had in mind for ‘awesome things that aliens did’.

“It means I’m always in search of good food,” he explained, a genuine smile on his face. “I’ve tasted a lot of delightful and deserving dishes across the universe. So believe me when I say your dad’s recipe is literally one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. And that includes my mom’s homemade burrito.” Pause “I mean, they’re not really burritos. They’re deconstructed? But they have beans, and rice, and everything else you need for a burrito, they just aren’t wrapped up because my mom doesn’t really like carbs.”

“Woah.” She stared, mouth agape. “So you taste things for the Empire?” she asked quizzically.

“Earth isn’t part of the Galra Empire. Never has been. We’re a free planet.”

If anything Keprin looked even more astounded. “How can you not be a part of the Empire? Everything is. Even the planets Voltron takes used to be part of the Empire.”

“Earth is, Uh, kinda in the middle of nowhere,” Hunk said, unsure of really why the Galra hadn’t attacked Earth yet.

Unless they were doing so right now while Voltron was liberating everyone else. Hunk shook his head wildly, as if the physical action would alleviate his growing panic.

“Oh,” Keprin said in understanding, but thick with disappointment. “Earth is a backwater planet with no useful resources. Father always used to say there were independent planets, but that’s not what they say in school.”

Hunk frowned. “You were hoping to prove him right, huh?” She nodded in confirmation. “Well, your dad doesn’t seem like a bad guy if he likes to cook. Maybe we can be friends?”

Keprin went sullen at the question. “Father died a few months ago. I’m the only one who lives here.” She got up at that point, and began to walk over to the icebox.

Hunk felt just awful and quickly followed her over. “Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t - “ His apology was interrupted as the child easily lifted a piece of meat taller than herself and plopped it into his arms. It was far heavier than it looked and he nearly dropped it. “You’re kinda young to be living on your own?”

“I am old enough to be at the military academy if I wanted to be,” she huffed, but then frowned again. “I miss him for sure. But every time I cook, it calms me and makes me feel better. So as soon as I think about him I just, start working in the kitchen. It kinda feels like he’s still with me.” She shrugged, blushing a bit, and handed him some thick stems with dark brown leaves. “It’s silly, I know. But it’s all I have left of him besides his knife.”

Hunk had only known this child for ten minutes and he was already prepared to do anything for her, Galra or not. He knew this even before she took a knife from its sheath and placed in on the counter, clearly about to use it for cutting the meant.

Hunk did not think the Blade of Marmora would appreciate knowing that one of their blades was being used as a kitchen utensil. At least her curiosity towards non Galra now made some sense.

“I know what you mean,” he said, to Keprin’s surprise. He would bring up the significance of the blade later. “I cook with my mom a lot. And when my papi was still alive, I’d bake with him all the time. So, being away from home, it does feel like they’re still with me when I’m working with food.” He held up the plant. “So, what do I do with this?”

Keprin smiled widely, clearly having a great time already with good company. “That’s a cerrent plant. The leaves are useless. You can put them in the fire kindling. We have to cook the plant whole in the pot to give the stew it’s flavor. It was Father’s super secret ingredient. If you’re okay with helping me make some more?”

“I would be honored to take part in cooking a masterpiece,” he said genuinely. Hunk then switched focus to regard the plant with a scrutinizing eye. Useless? That might as well have been a challenge, and the prospect of new alien flavors was enticing. “Are the leaves poisonous or anything?”

“No,” Keprin said with a shake of the head, sticking out her tongue in disgust. “At least not for Galra. It just tastes really bad.”

She hadn’t yet finished her explanation when Hunk gave it a taste. He nearly died. Not from poison, but from shock. He took another small bite and tears tried to poke free. “It’s….it’s cocoa…it’s space cocoa!”

“Cocoa?” Keprin tilted her head to the side, a clear confused look on her face at the foreign word. “What’s that?”

“The first stage of chocolate, the most delicious sweet ever. Oh man. I am going to teach you how to make it, and you’ll never use it for kindling again.”

She stared at him in awe.

“What? Do I have something on my face? Did eating that stew make me grow an extra finger?” He frantically looked at his hands just in case.

“No but. You’re awesome. Nothing like what Commander Yerk says aliens are,” Keprin said with a huge smile on her face.

Hunk froze. “Commander?” This was new information. This was bad information. Panic began it’s predictive rise. “Please tell me here’s not here. Right now?”

She nodded slowly, not comprehending his fear. “Yeah? This is a military outpost. It only gets farmed by the robots once a year. Father was the unit’s chef. I took over his duties when he died.”

“Oh quiznack,” Hunk fretted. “Two of my friends are out there and they will be in huge trouble if they’re found.” A part of Hunk was actually really disappointed. He wanted to spend some time here, learn a new recipe, and hang out with a new friend.

But his very best friends’ lives were on the line.

Keprin set down the mixing bowl she had been planning on using. “We’re not gonna get to cook, are we? You’re actually a rebel.”

“I’m really sorry. I actually came here for flour, so cross my heart and believe me I really want to hang out. Maybe I can come back after Voltron saves the universe. Then you won’t have to deal with Yerk anymore.”

Her ears folded back, clearly in thought. “Father would have been so excited about an alien liking his cooking, too.” She took a deep breath. “He didn’t like Commander Yerk either.” She steeled herself and gave Hunk the most serious expression a child could offer. “I’m going to help you.”

“You will? Seriously? You know what that means right? It’s dangerous. You could get really hurt.”

Keprin nodded with confidence. Whether it came from youthful naivety or actual experience, her feelings were genuine. Hunk didn’t sense any ill will from her.

“I know it means death for a traitor to the Empire,” she breathed in deeply to steady her words. “But the Empire is why Father is dead. He always worried too much about the wellbeing of aliens and was killed for it. I can go see if Commander Yerk found your friends. He’ll be annoyed, but he won’t suspect me being around.”

Hunk frowned and sunk into thought. “That won’t help them get away. We need a plan to get us all off the planet safely.”

He looked around the house, trying to see if there was anything of use in a kitchen that could be used as a weapon, or a distra-

A distraction.

“I know just the thing,” he grinned. “It looks like we’re going to be able to cook after all.”

—–

Finding Lance and Pidge hadn’t been hard. There were only two large buildings in this settlement. Peeking through a broken window, Hunk found his friends handcuffed, tied up back to back, and surrounded by eight soldiers.

They’d waited until nightfall, which thankfully had given Hunk and his new accomplice time to make their preparations. It did not make the plan any more risky, dangerous, or ill advised.

“This is a terrible idea. Why did I even suggest this?” Hunk panicked.

“It’s not a bad idea,” Keprin whispered back, a basket of freshly made chocolate in her arms. “I’ll get them all distracted with this. It will - what was that saying - ‘explode their heads’?”

“Blow their minds,” Hunk said automatically. He gave her a deadpan glare. “It isn’t actually going to blow their heads up.”

Keprin frowned. “Oh. That’s too bad. I wouldn’t mind if Commander Yerk’s blew up.”

“No. No no, don’t go there. Bad mental image. I’m just going to sneak in, get my friends, and then get off this planet.”

“Great. I can’t wait to meet all your friends if they imitate and dress like the Voltron Paladins like you three.”

“Wait, what?!” Hunk was barely able to keep his voice down. “I mean, /what/?”

“I’m coming with you. Commander Yerk hates me, and I hate him, but he has to keep me around cause I can cook. He’s going to send me off to military school as soon as he gets a new chef. I’ve never been off planet and I’ve got nowhere else to go.” Despite the conviction in her voice, her face braced for rejection.

“Yeah, okay, I get that you want to come. I’m all for it considering you’re basically risking your life to save me and my friends, which I guess is how I make friends these days. But cosplayers? We’re not cosplayers.” Not to mention Kolivan would probably want to know about her.

It didn’t matter, her mood lifted. “Thank you!” she hugged him. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you.”

“Oh…oh yeah okay,” he reciprocated on instinct. “I promise all the hugs you want once I’m certain that we’re not going to die.”

She gave him a confident smirk as she pulled away. “I’ll do my job, don’t worry.” A pause, and then a sincere plea. “Promise you’ll wait for me.”

Hunk paused, if only for a moment. His priority was to his Voltron teammates, he knew that. But nothing - nothing was going to prevent him from helping innocents caught in the middle of war. His thoughts briefly flashed a picture of Shay in his mind, a memory of when he’d first learnt that lesson. For the first time, he really understood that everyone needed saving from Zarkon.

“I never leave a friend behind. I’ll even let you call shotgun,” he promised.

Thrilled and near bursting with excitement at the new arrangements, Keprin left to spread the goodness of chocolate to the guards.

Hunk remained behind by the window and took a deep breath. “Okay, showtime.”

—–

“What do you think they’re doing?” Lance asked, eyes narrowed and straining to see off into the distance. It was difficult to do so in the dark, but it was obvious that their guards had congregated for something specific. “I think Greg is eating something.”

‘Greg’ was the soldier to the furthest left in the group. He hadn’t bothered to correct the blue paladin when Lance had first addressed him, so the name had stuck.

“I don’t know, Lance,” Pidge growled. “I can’t turn my head far enough to see. Do they look like they’ll be there for a while?”

“Hmmm,” Lance watched carefully as the group slowly but deliberately moved towards the door. Between the two paladins and the group of guards, there was nothing but empty space with the barest of reminders that it was used to store grain. “Whatever it is, they’re really into it.” He smirked. “I’ll bet it’s Hunk.”

“I hope he’s got a better plan than us. Lean to the left,” Pidge instructed.

Lance did so, attention mainly towards the Galra soldiers. “I think they’re eating something. Whatever it is, it must be good.”

“I sure hope so, the novelty of chocolate is only going keep them distracted for so long,” Hunk said, sneaking up from the side. Wide and brilliant smiles shone on the faces of the captured paladins.

“Hunk, buddy!”

“Hunk! You’re okay!”

“Shhhh, guys! I’ve got some help, but she won’t be able to keep them entertained forever,” he said as he freed them from their handcuffs and the mechanical band between them. “There’s a big hole in the wall back this way, if we hurry we can - “

“I knew there was something rotten going on here.” A large Galra, even for the species standards, stood just a few feet away from the earthlings.

Commander Yerk stepped closer as the Paladins inched further away. “I had a feeling there were more of you scuttering about.” He drew a blade. “Now perhaps you will tell me who you are, where you came from, and why you are here?”

“Yeah, okay,” Hunk said - way too calmly - before either of his teammates could. Both looked at the yellow paladin as if he’d lost his mind.

Commander Yerk smiled, sharp teeth practically glinting. “Excellent. Start with your planet of origin.”

“Sure, but I’m gonna do it from over here, if that’s okay,” Hunk replied. Without waiting for permission, he shoved his friends about five yards away from where they had been.

“Uh, I hope you have a really good reason for this,” Pidge said before Yerk could protest his prisoner’s actions, clearly not used to this type of flippant behavior as opposed to ‘quaking in their boots’ fear.

“Plenty,” Hunk said quickly, once again cutting off Yerk from his questioning. “Lance, remember the freshman year retreat at the McDonald ranch?”

Lance, being the perceptive boy he was, had already figured out Hunk was stalling on purpose. His mouth curled up into a wicked grin from both the realization his best friend had a plan and the memory of the incident Hunk was referring to.

“If you three do not-“

“How could I forget? I dragged you out in the middle of the night to try cow tipping. That was the first time we ended up in the principal’s office.”

“That was you two?!” Pidge exclaimed.

“Look at that Hunk,” Lance bragged, lopping a lazy arm around Pidge’s shoulders. “we are living legends.”

“Yeah, well remember how we got caught?”

Lance paused in thought before the grin grew wider.

“Planet of origin now! Before-“

“Okay, I don’t know the whole story,” Pidge chimed in, a little louder than intended. She attempted to keep the stall tactic going, having now caught on. Her eyes shifted nervously between the increasingly angry Galra commander and her friends.

And then there was that distinct sound of an engine. It was getting louder, and subconsciously at the time, Pidge had needed to raise her voice.

“In short,” Lance answered, “duck!” Without notice, he dragged her to the ground next to where Hunk had already flung himself.

An alien tractor burst through the walls of the barn and promptly passed through the wide open space while knocking Yerk off his feet. It swept up dust, creating a cloud of reddish-brown dust before smashing through the opposite wall and giving a demonstration of the Doppler Effect. The Galra guards who had tried to come back and assist their commander were halted as they breathed in the dust and went into coughing fits.

Hunk let out a short, shrill whistle. The sound of the engine indicated it was coming back.

It did. This tractor had much in common with Earth tractors. Bright lights. Big tires. Being really heavy. It demolished yet another section of wall when making its entrance, bits of wood scattering all over the open space.

“Okay guys, grab on quick!” Hunk instructed above the noise.

Since the three of them had already practiced this on a live animal, (and paladin training had significantly helped boost their agility and strength) it was easier for them to grab hold of the fast moving vehicle and let it take them for a ride.

Within seconds they had wrecked the barn wall for the fourth time and were putting distance between them and the Galra.

“That. Was. Awesome!” Lance whooped as the tractor plowed into a field of unharvested grain. His hands would have been in the air if he’d not been using them to hold on for dear life. “Way better than just getting caught in the headlights! You can’t write stuff like this!”

“That was amazing, Hunk! How did you get it to come like that? You gotta show me the program when we get back!” The prospect of learning a cool new trick brought a sparkle to Pidge’s eyes.

Hunk turned his head to face Pidge and answer her question. His number one passion would always be good food, but engineering would always compliment it. “I didn’t do anything, actually. I just fixed the navigation system. You know like how you did all that cool Olkari mind stuff? This thing actually imprints on your mind! I’m telling it where to go by just thinking! It’s how their GPS here is near legendary!”

Pidge looked like she was going to explode from excitement and take their escape vehicle apart right then and there. “We have to take this thing back with us!”

“Uh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Lance said with a frown. “But the Galra are catching up.”

The tall strands swayed violently behind them in a much wider birth than the tractor was making. It didn’t make much difference though. The trio emerged from the field and came to a sudden stop. The pod was just in front of them, hidden by the next field.

Lance immediately set to work in his natural spot in the pilots seat, preparing for a quick takeoff.

Pidge made quick work of opening the back. “Hurry Hunk get it inside!”

Hunk looked around worriedly. “Keprin isn’t here. She was supposed to get here first.” He kept his mind occupied by directing the tractor into the back of the pod. It barely fit.

“Who’s Keprin? You already have a girlfriend, Hunk.” Pidge asked while coaxing the machine in and closing the pod door. She danced in place out of pure giddiness.

“A Galra kid. She’s the one who saved our butts. Distracted the guards and told me how the space tractor worked.”

“We gotta get out of here now, Hunk,” Lance said seriously. “We have no way to fight back right now. They’ll find us out sooner than later if we wait any longer.”

“I’m not leaving her,” Hunk responded, standing his ground.

“We can come back. Just like we did for the Balmerans.”

“I don’t think she has that kind of time, guys. I have this feeling, that if we leave her here, we won’t see her again.”

In the end, the decision was made for the paladins, not that. In the time they spent discussing, commander Yerk had arrived in his speeder, with all eight of his men, and one squirming adolescent in his claw.

“I knew you three looked familiar,” he began with a sneer, which curled up into an evil grin. “If you are who I think you are, then you will step away from your ship and surrender to me.” He unsheathed his blade once more and placed the sharp edge dangerously close to Keprin’s neck. She bristled in fear and made several attempts to hide it.

No one moved for nearly ten tics.

Hunk was the nearest and first to raise his hands in surrender.

Lance sighed heavily. “I guess there’s no helping it.” He jumped out of the pod and raised his own hands.

Pidge followed wordlessly in kind. It did nothing to hide the dangerous and calculating look in her eyes. There was no doubt between the three of them they would get out of this.

Admittedly though, it didn’t look good.

Keprin found her voice in her concern for her new friend. “Don’t do it! He’s going to kill us all anyway.”

Yerk squeezed her arm uncomfortably. “You stay silent brat. You’ve done your duty to the Empire by leading me to the Paladins of Voltron. Now you can die with some honor instead of a useless traitor like your father.”

“Not if I kill you first!” Keprin raged.

Yerk laughed wickedly. “All bark and no bite, just like your father. His compassion for the enemy was always going to get him killed. I am just glad it was I who had the honor.”

It all happened very quickly.

Bright lights suddenly flooded the area, shining directly into the eyes of the Galra, causing Yerk to loosen his grip on his hostage.

Hunk’s fist collided with Yerk’s face before the yellow paladin could even process what he was doing.

“Woah” Lance’s voice broke the silence. “Nice!”

“Anyone else want to try?” Hunk dared the remaining guards, the bright lights behind him casting him in a much more menacing light than was typical. He was in rare form, but if Hunk had one rule it was to never, ever threaten his friends.

The soldiers took one look at the massive indentation on their commander’s face, the pure fury on the face of their enemy, and the massive tractor that had rolled itself back out of the ship and currently revving menacingly behind Hunk before they all dropped their melee weapons, turned around, and left.

Pidge slowly closed her gaping mouth. “Well. That’s one way to do it.”

Keprin’s tight hug snapped Hunk back to reality. “Thank you for keeping your promise,” she whispered.

Hunk sighed in relief and hugged her back, smile back on his face. “You asked me what my job was. I said I like to try food, but, this, right here? Helping people across the universe? That’s my real job.” They both closed their eyes to soak in the warm feeling of a good hug.

“I can’t believe that you guys are the actual Paladins of Voltron,” she said in amazement. “I just thought you were actors!”

A loud rumble interrupted the touching moment, catching both Hunk and Keprin off guard. Their eyes widened simultaneously in surprise and comical worry.

“Sorry, that one’s on me guys,” Lance admitted in embarrassment. Three sets of eyebrows raised in unison. The blue paladin gave them his best ‘really?’ expression. “I’m hungry,” he complained. “We were here way longer than you said we would and I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

“I wanna get back and take the space tractor apart!” Pidge rattled off.

“I agree with getting back to the Castle asap. We don’t have any weapons if the Galra come back,” Hunk agreed.

Keprin smiled at the friendly antics. “We’ll be a lot safer once we leave the atmosphere. Commander Yerk had the weather satellite primed to fire lasers at us, but we can shoot it down with your shotgun! Hunk promised I could have it,” she said excitedly.

There was a heavy silence between the paladins.

“…we’d better contact Allura.”

——-

Hunk woke up in his bed on the Castle. He felt rested, not starving, and all of the residual aches and pains from the previous day were gone. He was safe. His friends were all safe.

At least until the next battle against the Galra. Hunk could only control so much. But he would protect them when the time came.

His ‘morning’ routine was slow. Enjoy the shower - stand in the hot water for way too long. Laze on his bed for a few minutes after putting on an article of clothing. There was nothing to rush to. No attacks. No training scheduled. No Coalition talks.

Finally, Hunk made his way to the kitchen, on full automation. Yawning, he turned the usual corners and walked down the familiar hallways. As he got closer, the scent of something very wrong caught his nose.

His eyes widened as he recognized it. Something was burning.

He ran the rest of the way, fully awake now.

When he arrived, smoke already filled the area and the sound of the fire suppressors filled the air.

“Hey, is everybody okay?” he yelled frantically.

There was much coughing but soon Lance’s voice gave the all clear. The smoke dissipated and Hunk could see everyone was in the kitchen.

“I told you it was a bad idea to leave it in there too long.” Keprin sat on the island, an unimpressed look on her face. Keith stood next to her in his casual clothes, waving away some lingering smoke. The two of them had bonded over their newly (ish) discovered Blade heritage. Later that day the two of them were planning to meet with Kolivan at a safehouse to hand over the data that Keprin’s father had compiled on his mission, cleverly hidden in the hilt of the blade. She was still deciding whether to keep the knife and go into seclusion with the Blades, or never see the knife again and go where she wanted within the Coalition.

She didn’t seem weighed down by the looming decision at the moment, expressing an unimpressed look down to her right. A vaguely familiar pitch black cylinder sat there in a baking tin.

“A minor inconvenience for the Castle, but we have succeeded beyond my expectations!” Coran exclaimed, taking the finished product out of it’s tin and onto a plate. “It looks exactly like a Plentserian loaf, right down to the texture!”

“Happy birthday, Hunk!” Lance said, jumping out in front of everyone to give his friend a quick hug. Hunk gave him one back without a thought.

“Oh, uh, is that what this is about? You all tried to make me a birthday… cake?” Despite the disastrous looking cake, he began to tear up at just the concept of his team doing this for him.

“Lance told us about your birthday sixth sense,” Shiro said, his smile holding a hint of laughter. “We all wanted to do something for you, especially after the ordeal you went through yesterday.”

“The Castle is equipped for more… stately parties,” Allura explained, a flush on her cheeks indicating she was a bit embarrassed by the whole mess. “However Lance and Pidge explained about the birthday cake, and food we can at least attempt to replicate. We didn’t have yearly parties celebrating an individual’s birth on Altea. It is a wonderful tradition that I would like to observe with the rest of you.”

Coran presented the ‘cake’ to Hunk, who took it, but remained completely unconvinced and concerned. “Happy Day of Birth, Number Two!”

Hunk glanced over to Pidge, who was standing over by Keith and Keprin. “We used all the supplies you brought back from Roande Seven. So, in theory, it should be a chocolate cake.” She gave him a shrug and the most sympathetic look she could muster while mouthing a silent ‘sorry’.

The yellow paladin looked down at the bundle in his hands.  It looked awful. There was no way around it. The only thing about a birthday cake that it resembled was its shape, a shape that didn’t even look fun. There were lumps of various size around the outside, as if there was burnt sugar encasing it.

However, Hunk had traveled across the universe and discovered that often times, the more disgusting a thing looked, the more tasty it was. Notably that did not apply to anything that Coran made.

There were, however, three and a half humans who contributed to the making of this… whatever it was. So there was a decent chance it might actually end up tasting like a cake. He forced a smile and concentrated on the fact that it was the thought that counted. “That’s really nice of you guys, I’m sure you worked pretty hard on it.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “You have no idea. We didn’t have any eggs, or baking powder, so we threw in some Altean spices that looked like they might do the trick.” He paused, then whispered into Hunk’s ear, “I think I saw it move in the oven.”

Thoroughly disturbed, Hunk gulped. “Th-thanks everyone. I’m sure it’s absolutely delicious.” He tore off a piece with his fingers and placed it into his mouth quickly, chewing to get the full flavor. His eyes bulged and he visibly strained to hold back tears of pain.

His tongue burned. The texture was that of sandpaper on the surface. When his teeth got to the gooey interior it was glue-like, even to the point of straining to open his mouth again. He stilled his whole mouth in shock… until the piece of cake mush started to move without his help.

He swallowed out of instinct more than anything else.

“…I told you he’d hate it.” At least Keprin seemed amused, telling by the smirk on her face.

The rest of them waited expectantly, some more eager than others.

Hunk thought of several things he could say about the cake. None of them were nice. But these were his friends. Friends whom he was stuck with trillions of miles away from anything that resembled home. These were people he genuinely liked. Friends he would gladly take a bullet for, and for whom he would take the extra effort to make sure they were never in that situation.

“It’s the worst thing I’ve ever eaten,” he said flatly.

The anticipation in the room completely deflated. There were visible sights of relief from everyone but the Alteans.

Coran examined the loaf with an analytical eye. “Perhaps we did leave it in the oven a tic too long,” he conceded.

“I think that’s the last time we let Shiro watch the oven,” Pidge said. “He needs to sleep in an actual bed.”

“You’re one to talk, Pidge,” Shiro quickly retorted, more embarrassed than anything. “And besides, I don’t think it would have helped. It looked pretty sickly before we put it in the oven.”

Allura was clearly disappointed. “That is unfortunate. I was looking forward to trying an authentic Earth Birthday Cake.”

“I don’t know if it’ll be authentic, but I can get it a try,” Hunk said. He clapped for attention, straightening up and looking as stern as he could muster. “Everybody out of my kitchen and no peeking until I’m finished.”

Everyone left, none refuting that the kitchen did indeed belong to Hunk. They each wished him a better ‘day after birthday’ as they left.

Keprin followed out on Keith’s heels. She stopped to give him a big hug. “Thanks again for everything. I never thought I’d be out here in space with Voltron of all things.”

Hunk gave her a genuine smile as he knelt down to hug her back. “Don’t forget friends with all the paladins.”

She let go, smile fading as she looked between him and Keith. “You’ll come see me off right?”

“Of course I will. I’ll even suffer a burnt cake if I have to,” he promised.

“It’s a date then! Lance and Coran promised me a tour of the Castle, so I’ll be with them if you need help with baking!”

“You’re the only one allowed in here if you want to help. You’re the only one I trust with the cooking,” the second sentence whispered. The exasperated look on Keith’s face showed it wasn’t quite soft enough. The two chefs shared a giggle.

“I’ll see you later!” Keprin jolted off to find her promised tour guides.

Keith waited until she was down the hallway before beginning to leave himself. “I’ll be on the training deck until it’s time to go.”

“Uh, Keith, hold up a tic.”

Confused, Keith turned back around. “What?”

Looking embarrassed, Hunk rubbed the back of his neck. “So uh, you know we’re friends right? Like, I meant what I said we’re like brothers. We’re tight. I mean, we share a mind inside of a giant robot.”

Keith blinked, clearly surprised. “Yeah, I kinda got that from the hug you gave me back then. It was nice,” he said with a smile. “And we work well together.”

“Yeah so - wait what? No, I’m supposed to be giving you the pep talk here.”

“It’s fine, Hunk. I’m doing important work and so are you. I already had this talk with Allura.”

“Oh. Well, what I’m trying to say is that we’re friends. I care a lot about you and your feelings. So if I say something that’s weird or you don’t like, you gotta tell me. I’m a terrible and nosy person and I’m sorry.”

Keith stood silent, processing the words, and then smiling. “I’ve accepted the side of me that’s Galra,” he said simply. “It’s still a little weird, but I’ve always had this feeling that something didn’t add up.” He smiled a bit. “I don’t mind a question or two, but I’m still learning myself.”

“Deal, no Galra questions for a while then. Just as long as you come visit more often, okay? We all miss you.”

Keith’s mouth twitched. “I miss you guys too. I’ll try.”

“…hug it out?”

Keith snorted and obliged into Hunk’s waiting arms. “Always.” He stepped back, but the smile remained. “I’m still going to the training room. I’ll leave you be so you can get to the cake. I’d like some before we go.”

“Done and done. If it turns out okay, I’ll send a second one with you two. You’ll have to tell me how the Blades react to it. I’ve seen those nutrition bars that Kolivan carries around, they look too healthy.”

“I’m sure they’ll appreciate it. I’ll see you later today.” With a wave, Keith slipped off in the direction of the elevator.

Hunk stood in the doorway satisfied. He wasn’t going to let his friends slip away. Not if he could do something about it.

It was his best birthday yet.

[artificialqueens]

sometimes a fantasy [is all you need] (branjie) -- frenchy

a/n: hi hello!! i’m frenchy, & this is my first fic on here, despite being a longtime reader!! i sent an ask addressing my inspiration to write a branjie get-back-together fic, where they are hiding their still existing feelings behind a pr stunt/their social media interactions & fall back together through these/acknowledge that it’s deeper than they are pretending. it seemed to interest quite a few people so here she is!! this can be read as a long one shot, but considering how much content they are providing us with, i may continue it?? maybe!

ps. this does not include all the things they’ve posted thus far, but i will definitely try to include most of what we’ve seen so far as references/plot points in future parts if i continue this! ! this takes place while the show is airing, beginning action-wise after episode 4’s airing. it heavily involves the video with branjie that nina west posted on her instagram a few days ago! also, i am not giving into the assumption that they are actually broken up, but in the context of this fic, those rumors are true! okay that is enough, i am super excited about this, i hope you all enjoy ahhh!! <3

@Bhytes1: Hey Papi

@VanessaVanjie: @Bhytes1 What

*****

It had begun innocently enough.

Or, at least, that’s what the both of them would claim if ever asked about it. A tweet or two there, a cryptic emoji-strung comment here, and a handful of tooth-rotting gif interactions. It was almost rare for a day to pass without at least once mentioning of each other through social media, whether direct or not.

Brooke Lynn recognized the necessity for this. They both did. That’s why they were doing it.

They hadn’t necessarily discussed the inevitability of fans indulging in their on-screen romance, but there was an unspoken agreement between them, as well as with their fellow RuGirls. No one would bring up their current relationship status, and all would remain playful – that’s how fanservice worked, after all. Give the fans what they wanted, to ensure they would stay in tow. It reaped many a benefit not only for the show’s ratings, but for the queens involved. The season was only a few episodes deep, and already the interest in Brooke Lynn and Vanessa had spiked – both as a duo, and as individual performers. Brooke liked to believe it was her own doing that attracted so many new fans at such an early stage, though she had to give some credit to her more widely known castmate.

Still, as harmless as it posed to be, it didn’t take long for them to be accused of insincerity. A dozen tweets couldn’t change the fact that they were no longer together, that their relationship had ended before the season had even begun airing. They knew it, their fellow queens knew it – hell, half the fans knew it, even if they had not disclosed it officially. The fandom they found themselves thrust into wasn’t one unknown for spreading gossip and spoilers. The breakup had gone smoothly for the most part, at least when concerned with the public eye. It had been a quick discussion, albeit a tense one: was it smart to remain together when their lives were about to be changed? The two of them were self-aware and smart enough to recognize that their personal growth required separation. That the glorification of their growing relationship on TV would only put a strain on what they had in the present. Neither of them wanted to risk the prospect of resentment.

But they were being proven wrong, day by day. They talked and responded to each other every day, typically without any push from outside sources. They found themselves going from simply answering questions about each other and acknowledging fan reactions, to seeking out each other, interacting with no prompting. It was for the fans, yes, but Brooke never sensed any tension between the two of them. Maybe she was misinterpreting, but she and Vanessa seemed to do the whole “indulging the fans” thing flawlessly. Wishful thinking, perhaps.

And that’s what led them to where they were tonight, in a small office at REBAR Chelsea, too many people for too small a room. The music was almost deafening outside the walls, but was no match for the voices in said room. Specifically, Vanessa. Loud, brazen Vanessa Vanjie Mateo, in a glittery upside-down jersey dress, off her shoulders, her makeup freshly set and her adrenaline pumping even before having stepped out onstage for the night. She had been meticulously placing her blonde wig on her head in the mirror, making an effort to chime in more-than-occasionally to the conversation Nina West found herself deep in with a friend, despite being across the room. Brooke opted to sit in the corner, scrolling through her phone, Vanessa being the sole one of the three of them in drag for the night.

“More than iconic, really. The fans love it,” Nina’s friend had said, prompting Brooke to glance towards them. She hadn’t been paying attention to what was being said, though the mention of fans always peaked her interest. “Definitely need a recreation of that iconic moment at the reunion.”

“Iconic moment?” Brooke asked through a growing smile, interrupting, causing heads to turn towards the new voice contributing to the conversation. Nina laughed, with a hint of hesitation, turning her body fully to face Brooke, still sat in the corner of the seemingly-shrinking room.

She nodded enthusiastically, eyebrows up. “Untucked. Y’know how funny everyone found my reaction to you and Vanessa?” Nina clarified, gesturing towards the mentioned queen, who glanced at them through the reflection of the body-length mirror, still messing with her wig.

Brooke made a noise of understanding. “They live for their memes, bitch,” she answered. Naturally, she had seen the uproar that the last Untucked had caused, specifically when concerned with Nina’s shock towards the kiss. Brooke heard Vanessa laugh under her breath, accompanied by a curt nod signifying her agreement to Brooke’s statement.

“It’s crazy,” Nina nodded as well, proceeding to take a sip from the glass of water she held tightly in her right hand. She was halfway through swallowing when her eyes widened, an excited yet smug smile bringing the conversation back from its natural pause. “Why wait for the reunion? I mean, like, it’s fresh right now! Imagine how funny a recreation would be if we made it right now. We’re all here, aren’t we?” She nodded towards Vanessa before looking back to Brooke.

“So, milk it?”

“You and Vanjie should be pros at that with how you’re playing off this ‘on screen romance’ stuff,” Nina raised her free hand to provide seemingly unnecessary air quotes. Brooke scoffed gently. The romance was real, the follow up was not. It wasn’t, none of the tweets or interactions held any merit. But Brooke almost felt a personal offense at the implication that what they had before was fake, even if she had just misunderstood and Nina didn’t mean it that way. It shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did. “It’ll fare well for the two of you, and it’s all good fun. What’s the consensus?”

There was a moment of tentative silence, a sudden hush. It was unusual for Vanessa to not be bouncing off the walls, her adrenaline from before nowhere to be found. Brooke looked over at her, making quick eye contact with her through the mirror. Vanessa raised a painted eyebrow at her, as if asking – no, suggesting, that it could be a good idea. It wouldn’t hurt. Right?

“Could be funny,” Brooke answered for the two of them, her smile returning.

Nina nodded, handing her phone to the woman at her side. “Let’s do it!” She straightened her denim jacket, water still in her hand, posing as a makeshift cocktail. Brooke stood from her seat, clearing her throat and watching as Vanessa finally turned her back to the mirror and faced the rest of them, a smile now adorned and her reluctance from before vanishing at the sight of a camera. The sight brought a certain weakness to Brooke, if only for a moment, just as it had every time she saw that smile. There was nothing different in how Vanessa made her feel still, she could appreciate things like that about her even if they weren’t an item.

“So, what, just kiss? Like in the Untucked?” Brooke made an effort to look away from Vanessa, but it felt like the reluctance Vanjie held was instead transferred to her. It was the same loss of focus she became familiar with during drag race, where even the just the knowledge of Vanessa being in the same room was enough of a distraction. She never complained, though.

“Yeah. Just like in the Untucked,” Nina kept herself at a distance from the other two queens, her body facing the now three people with phone cameras posed at them, others in the room joining in to capture the moment.

Vanessa again quirked an eyebrow at Brooke, who felt herself get uncharacteristically nervous. Why was she nervous? She hoped no one clocked her uneasy breathing, or heard her heartbeat as loudly as she did. She considered herself a good actress, but it was easier being playful and coy through twitter – how does one kiss their ex on camera, casually enough to make it look natural and real, but not too comfortable as to earn speculation from Vanessa herself, who clearly had no problem playing this up in front of the camera. It was certainly a tricky situation they were in. She wondered for a moment if Vanessa was struggling in the same way.

Brooke made a mental note to bring it up someday.

She wondered how long she stood spacing out, due to Vanessa no longer regarding her and instead living her directing fantasy. “You gotta start, like they did – like they did when we did this, you gotta say action,” she was instructing those who were filming, gesturing wildly.

“Ready? Yeah,” the woman nodded along, halfheartedly taking in Vanjie’s words, already having pressed the record button. “Okay ready?”

“Do it now,” Vanessa told her, and Brooke registered the deep breath that Vanessa took moments before they were to kiss.

“Action. Action.”

It was a blur after that – perhaps not in the moment, as she was conscious enough to chime in with a comically over-exaggerated “Did ya’ll see that?” after Nina and Vanessa both quoted it themselves. But when Brooke thought back to the video that ended up attracting attention on Nina’s Instagram later that night, she hardly could recall the details. It was foggy, most of it. Excluding the kiss.

Was she right in calling it a kiss? It was hardly that. A quick peck, reminiscent of the one they were recreating, not even enough for Vanessa’s lipstick to transfer onto Brooke’s unpainted lips. Not even enough to Brooke to over-analyze. Or so she thought.

Nina retrieved her phone as soon as they had finished the reenactment, smiling to herself as she hit play to watch the video. Vanessa quickly joined her to watch it, her smile losing its sincerity as they watched. Brooke remained across the room, attempting to gauge their reactions under the guise of gathering her own bearings, picking her own phone back up from where she had been sitting.

“S’it good? Convincing, too?” Brooke asked after the video had ended, the unasked ‘Too convincing?’ threatening to spill from her lips. She noticed that while Nina appeared overjoyed at the video, laughing to herself and pocketing her phone, Vanessa’s expression offered an air of concern. The look of trouble alone revived Brooke’s anxiety.

“Yeah, no, it’s good. Really good, thanks, guys,” Nina addressed both the ex-couple and those who had recorded the video, each from different angles, though only one would end up on the Ohioan’s Instagram. “I’m going to head out there, good luck up there tonight, girl,” Nina nudged Vanessa, who only gave a halfhearted smile and a quiet ‘Thanks’ in response.

Nina turned to leave, the others all following her, leaving after them a tension that filled the room. The room that only Vanessa and Brooke were left in.

“Hm,” Vanessa returned to her place in front of the mirror, lost in thought and not acknowledging that she wasn’t alone. Brooke sat back down, one hand occupied by her phone and the other fidgeting with the hem of her black blazer. Maybe she was overestimating how long and uncomfortable the silence felt, but Brooke wasn’t so sure it was that crazy of an exaggeration.

“Definitely should help fuel that fire,” Brooke spoke up, choosing to entertain the prospect of discussing the kiss rather than sitting in that loud silence. Vanessa didn’t stop touching up her makeup in the mirror to look at Brooke, just nodded. “Maybe we could post a picture together at some point soon. Is that too much?” Brooke laughed, not sure if her laugh was directed at her own question or Vanjie’s lack of an answer.

After another extended silence, Vanessa suddenly turned around to grab her own phone off the small table in the center of the room. “Let’s do it.”

Brooke was taken aback, needing a second to readjust to Vanessa’s usual volume returning after having been quiet in thought for so long. She watched as Vanessa snapped her fingers expectedly, waiting for Brooke to stand up, plausibly for a selfie.

“What, right now? We can’t post it right now, girl.”

“And why not?” Vanessa countered, her free hand going to her hip. “If we gonna do this, we have to keep feeding the children. We can’t let them go hungry,” she attempted to lighten up the tension in the room that had been there ever since Nina and the others left.

Brooke chuckled deeply, shaking her head. “Not after that video. Give it a week, maybe.” She hoped Vanessa would understand where she was coming from and drop it. She had thought they shared that logic in this situation, in the faux flirting and how it worked PR wise. It was bad to over-saturate this.

“Hmm,” Vanessa repeated from before, evidently unconvinced. She dropped her phone back, heading towards the door. Brooke felt relief ease her anxiety, focusing back on her own phone. 

She didn’t even notice that Vanessa had paused in the doorway, looking over her shoulder back at the man out of drag.

“That’s mighty shady of you, Miss Brooke,” the graveness in her voice forced Brooke to look up, making sincere eye contact for the first time that night. “Reeaaaaalll shady.” Vanessa’s tone held a certain hesitance, a caution. She was unique in that way, in the way that she carried herself in private compared to in the public eye. While most minded themselves and grew wary when being watched, in regards to what they say, how they act – she was the opposite. Upon the chaos of the Werk Room, the need to be recognized on national television, Vanessa tended to surrender her control. She was brash, and loud, and unapologetic; she was likable for this.

That wasn’t the Vanessa that stood now before Brooke in the stuffy room.

Brooke raised a single eyebrow, unsure if her growing smirk was welcome. Unsure of whether this was a real dig, or a classic shady Vanjie joke.

“Shady? And, what? You’re innocent in this?”

No longer looking over her shoulder, Vanessa turned fully to face Brooke, her back to the hall. Brooke noted the way her eyes subtly narrowed under her four pairs of stacked lashes, her head cocking with a void of amusement. She didn’t answer or play off of Brooke as she normally would have if this was a lighthearted exchange, instead opting to stay quiet, as if observing Brooke, sizing her up. Her painted eyebrows furrowed with the narrowing of her eyes, though her concentration felt deeper than her simply fabricating another shady comment to hit back with. If she wanted to, she would have already thrown it – she was quick witted enough to bypass usual brainstorming.

When Vanessa cracked a weak smile (albeit it didn’t reach her eyes), Brooke let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“I never said I was innocent. In any meaning of the word. We both know that,” Vanessa took a step forward, back into the room, her voice knocked down a few volumes, for Brooke to hear only. “Even the fans know that, with some of the things we’ve been tweetin’ and sayin’. Whether they’re real or not,” she added, shrugging.

“They’re not,” Brooke challenged, saying matter-of-factly.

“See, that!” Vanessa laughed, pointing to Brooke. “You betta stop! Stop that, bitch.”

Confused, Brooke glanced Vanessa up and down. “What? Stop what?” She wished she could claim naivety. She knew exactly what Vanessa was saying.

Instead of answering her, Vanessa once again stood before her, looking down at her – not much, as even with Brooke seated and Vanessa in heels, the height difference made it so that they weren’t at an unusually unfair playing field now. She waited for an instant, to see if Brooke would say something. When she didn’t, Vanessa crossed over to sit in the empty chair beside her. Brooke didn’t ask if she sat so close to the edge intentionally, to be as close as possible to the Canadian queen.

That tense psychic feeling was back, but it felt different this time. She just couldn’t point to what changed. Was the whole room engulfed by this feeling, or just the few inches between the two? Regardless, Brooke felt her stomach knot, and had to stop her leg from bouncing in the space between them. If only Vanessa would get to the point. The point Brooke already knew she was making.

“Y’know, Brooke Lynn,” Vanessa drew out her words, in a sort of emphatic yet teasing manner, it being uncommon for her to use the second part of Brooke’s drag name unless addressing her by full name. Her gaze dropped, and Brooke instinctively followed it – they both watched as Vanessa’s right hand moved to draw mindless patterns on Brooke’s pant leg, right above the knee. If it weren’t for how close Vanessa’s voice was when she spoke, Brooke could have easily hyper focused on the way Vanessa’s hand traced gently up and down. “At some point we have to quit pretending like this is only for the fans.”

“We talked about this,” Brooke kept her voice solid, despite the way Vanessa dropped her’s to just barely above a whisper. They both looked back up at the same time, although neither one backed off. Brooke could have sworn they were closer than they had been before Vanjie had taken her seat.

“Really?” Vanessa frowned, puzzled. There was a cloud of doubt in her eyes. “Musta been out of it ‘cause I can’t seem to remember us doing that. I think you’re mistaken, Miss Brooke.”

Brooke swallowed, shaking her head weakly, and tried to look away. She trained her eyes to a bulletin board on the wall. She had more than enough time to push the other queen away, or scoot back, or even get up.

She stayed where she was, could feel Vanessa’s eyes on her.

When she realized Brooke was adamant on not entertaining the conversation, Vanessa continued. “So. Tell me, then… What you’re tryna say is that if I were to kiss you right now, with no one around to see it, you’d pull out a camera to take a picture of it? You’d tweet about it? It wouldn’t feel real to you, at all?” She knew what she was doing, she could tell Brooke was trying her hardest not to look at her.

Until she did, her eyes making contact with Vanessa’s again, mere centimeters from her face. “Is that hypothetical?” Brooke’s voice entered into a whisper. She made the mistake of glancing down towards Vanessa’s coated lips. She wasn’t fast enough in fixing her error, as Vanessa had already noticed and consequently did the same, a smirk playing at her lips.

“It don’t gotta be. That one’s up to you,” Vanessa breathed, yet the way she inched impossibly closer said otherwise.

“I–”

Before Brooke could allow the anticipation to drive her crazy, Vanessa’s lips were on her’s.

It was nothing like the kisses they shared on camera, neither drag race or the peck for Nina’s video. It was only the two of them, no pressure or expectation forcing them to maneuver with any caution. The kiss all too similar to the ones they would share after finally finding privacy in between filming, after not having seen each other for a week due to gigs, after spending the weekend together and waking up clinging to each other in the morning. It was all familiarity and comfort, butterflies and giddiness, as their lips moved in a passionate fervor. They didn’t think about posing, or the door to the room being wide open, or mixing nonchalance with playfulness.

Brooke had just released the tension in her body, the reluctance she feigned, when Vanessa broke the kiss.

“Mm?” Brooke blinked, fog passing slowly.

Vanessa moved away from her with a coquettish wink, flipping her wig dramatically over her shoulder that said wig didn’t even reach. “I got a show to do.”

That little fucker, Brooke huffed a laugh with an incredulous shake to her head.

“Maybe a reenactment later?” Vanessa paused again at the door, “Good luck tweetin’ unsuspiciously about that one and not bein’ urged to give me a private phone call after.” And with that, Vanessa vanished around the corner, Brooke not seeing the bashful smile she wore all the way to the stage. And she didn’t know that Brooke wore one to match.

*****

That night, the first thing Brooke saw upon opening Instagram was that damn video. As well as all the reposts and screenshots she had accordingly been tagged in. She prepared herself before playing it, not having seen it yet.

Stopping herself from smiling was out of the question as she watched the fifteen second clip. She watched it more than once, not breaking the natural loop it made whenever it ended.

And if she texted Nina later to send her the video, simply to rewatch the way Vanessa smiled into their kiss, well, she wouldn’t bring that part up.

*****

@Bhytes1: Because everyone loves a dramatic re-enactment

[killmongerdreams]

the oreo bribe

summary: You leave Bucky with your son while you’re on a trip. || ALL THE FLUFF || dad!bucky x reader

warnings: overwhelming cuteness

note: This is my apology for hurting you all with Red Wedding. Anna isn’t born in this one, neither is Rebecca, but Anna is on the way. I don’t know how intelligent two-year-old are, I’m just basing this on how my nephews were at this age.They were surprisingly well at communicating.

The two-year old climbs onto the bed as quietly as he could, his Bucky Bear held tightly to his chest. It was late - too late for little Grant to be awake. The clock read half past one, red numbers seeming menacing in the dark of the night. His father was asleep it seemed, lying on your side of the bed with his back turned toward the door. The little boy was so busy trying to be stealthy that he didn’t see how Bucky was awake, too, his wild mind preventing him from sleeping. 

Just as Grant gets one leg over the foot of the bed, Bucky sits up, chuckling quietly at his son’s wide-eyed deer in the headlights expression. Reaching a hand out, he smiles. “Need a hand, buddy?”

The disgruntled look Grant shoots Bucky has him smiling even wider. He leans back, listening to the quiet huffs of exertion the toddler lets out as he pulls himself up. He crawls up to the space beside Bucky, setting the bear between them. He pats it on the head once, nodding to himself. 

“What’re you doing up?” Bucky asks his son. Grant points to the nightstand, where a picture of you and Bucky on your wedding day sat. 

“Mama.” Grant says quietly, pouting. 

Bucky smiles sady. “I miss mama, too.” You’d been gone for a few days now, whisked away by Natasha and Wanda on to a spa retreat. You’d been sore and in pain for a while, the pregnancy taking tolls on your body. The retreat was designed specifically to help ease the stresses of being pregnant, help you relax and relieve some of the aching your little Anna was causing. You weren’t due home for another three days, and both your boys were missing you terribly. 

They sit in silence for a moment, blue gazing into blue as they longed for you to be there. Eventually Grant sighs, grabbing Bucky’s left hand. He tugs on it with a frown, lacing their fingers together, flesh and metal. “What is it?” Bucky asks, gripping as gently as possible. Grant’s always had a fascination with the limb, loved to grip it and run his hand over the plates. 

“Food.” Grant says. 

“You’re really hungry? This late?” Bucky questions. Grant just pulls harder at his arm, face serious as ever. “You have the stomach of a black hole.”

“Food!” Grant repeats, more urgently. Bucky rolls his eyes but gets up nonetheless, scooping the kid up into his arms, making sure to grab the teddy bear. His son had an odd attachment to the thing, never let the stuffed animal out of his sight. It had a metal arm with a red star along with a black domino mask, a customized gift by his favorite uncle and beloved godfather, Steve. It was a scruffy little thing now, having suffered from two years of being tugged around by a toddler

“What do you want to eat, bub?” Bucky sets his son down on the kitchen counter, peering down at him with a raised eyebrow. Grant looked around for a moment, dark curls flopping over his forehead. 

“Cookie?” Grant asks hopefully, grinning so hard his dimples indent his cheeks. Bucky can’t help the laugh he lets out. He looks so much like you when he smiles, all mischievous and playful. His eyes sparkle as he points to the pantry, little fingers opening and closing repeatedly in a grabbing motion. “Oreo.”

“Just like your mother,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Got a sweet tooth from hell.”

Grant’s head tilts to the side, eyebrows furrowed. “Hell?” he repeats, trying the word out slowly. Bucky can feel his eyes grow wide, flesh hand covering his son’s mouth when he goes to say it again. Two fingers tap Bucky’s forehead, a silent question of “what’s wrong?”

“Don’t ever let your mama hear you say that.” Bucky says. He looks over his shoulder as if you’d be there standing behind him, ready to tear him a new one. Your pregnancy hormones were no joke, and when you got angry, you had the ability to scare the shit out of him. “Bad word.” he removes his hand slowly, eyeing his son warily. 

“Cookie.” Grant tells him. Bucky swears he’s smirking. 

“You’re devious, you know that?” Grant laughs, smacking his hand against Bucky’s arm. “If I give you a cookie, do you promise not to say that?”

Grant holds his hand out in leeway of an answer. 

“You’re only getting one.” Bucky holds up a single finger. 

The small boy giggles, shaking his head back and forth. “Five.”

“Two.”

“Thwee.”

“Two.”

“Thwee.”

They stared each other down, before Bucky’s resolve breaks. He looks away with a sigh, smile tugging at his lips. “Just like your mama, I swear.”

“Don’ swear.” Grant kicks his feet back and forth, watching gleefully as his father pulled out the familiar blue package of cookies. “Gimme!”

“Demanding little thing.” Bucky presses a cookie into his hand, watching in amusement as Grant’s eyes go big with happiness. He pulls the top part of the cookie away, licking the icing with a smug grin. “You’re a heathen - you’re not supposed to take it apart like that!”

Grant shrugs, reaching over into the package. He stares directly at Bucky as he takes it apart slowly.

“You’re a smartass, you know that?”

“Smartass!”

“Don’t say that! Bad word!”

“Gimme more cookies.”

“This is blackmail.”

“So? More cookies.”

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