#hunk fluff

"So she is coming for sure then?" he asked trying to seem interested in a bowl of pretzels "Huh that probably means Allura is coming too ... might want to behave ourselves if the class president is going to be around. She has all the assets to have our asses suspended for just short of forever. What ... why are you all staring?" he asked with a small glare and his ears turning red.

"Yeah you've been paying plenty of attention to her assets lately haven't you?" Hunk asked with a snickering Lance making a hand gesture that was supposed to represent large breasts. "I'm gonna kick your ass and your ass," Shiro said between his teeth pointing a finger at one and then the other ... even if they were technically right.

~*~

"Alluraaaaaaaa" I whined, constantly fidgeting with the hem of my skirt as we walked towards the thundering music and source of loud fits of screaming laughter. "Seriously a house party? I don't even get invited to people’s birthdays," I said pouting and keeping close to her. This was so far out of my comfort zone, not only the party but what I was wearing and god why had I ever agreed to something like this? Well I kind of knew the reason, one was because she had asked and me being the very big push over I was knew that I would give in to my best friend. Two was because Hunk had asked me. Well ask was a strong word, he had told me it was happening and made a point about it being not a big deal but if I wanted to come it would be awesome and ugh I was a weak person.

"You would get more invites if you actually talked to people. You seem to think everyone hates you but you just don't put yourself out there. And tonight you are getting out there like it or not," she scolded me as she confidently pushed her way through the crowd, a few people stopping to wave and call out to us. As soon as we stepped foot into the basement we were instantly cornered off by the host of this whole event, Lance, who so graciously wrapped his arms around us and offered us each a drink. I took mine to be polite but quickly dumped it into a house plant as soon as possible. I didn't trust anything he gave me to be honest.

"Ladies so glad you could finally make it. Hard to get things started when our guests of honor want to be fashionably late. But all can be forgiven with how hot you look cause damn girls you went all out!" he said ushering us over to the snack table. I ducked out from under his arm with a large blush and turned to him with my hands on my hips.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean, guests of honor?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach. If anyone would throw an elaborate party just to try to pull something on us it would be Lance. He was a drama queen extraordinaire.

"What two outstanding members of our class council can't be guests of honor? I am ... hurt. Nothing you couldn't make up to me though," he said picking up a cup and giving us a toast before downing it in one quick gulp making me wince just thinking about it. "But I see a pretty little cheerleader in a tube top taking up way too much of Shiros time. Care to help solve that issue Allura? Hunk you don't mind entertaining this little lady do you?" he asked seeming to produce his friend from thin air before grabbing Nya by the arm and dragging her off into the general direction of where I could just see Shiros standing with a red headed cheerleader who had a place near the top of the pyramid.

I didnt have time to think about that though as I suddenly found myself pressed very close to Hunk with no way to back up, my ass already bumping into the snack table. I offered a shaky smile and I wiggled my fingers up at him. "H-hey, nice party ... too bad your friend is a complete jackass" I said suddenly clamming up like I always did around him, making it sound much colder than I had intended.

“Huh Lance? He may be a bit pushy but I promise he’s harmless. He’s had his shots and everything so totally safe to be around people,” Hunk said placing a hand against the wall and leaning in even closer with a boyish grin. I don’t think I had ever been this close to him and seeing his bangs fall into his eyes which were focused on me I could have fainted. Instead I just shrunk in on myself slightly and bit on my lip unsure of what to say. He always left me so speechless.

He waited another couple of heartbeats before seeming to decide that the fact I wasn’t running away was a good sign. He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced over his shoulder to the mass of bodies making up the dance floor. “As much as I love snacks and could totally stand here all night with just you and food, do you want to dance?” he asked brown eyes sparkling as he peered out from underneath his bangs, so hopeful and somehow breathtakingly sexy I wondered if he even knew.

It was at this point that I realized that I could very easily follow the same path I usually took when he showed any interest in talking to me: run away and make excuses to stay as far away from him as possible. Then Allura’s words echoed in my head ‘you are getting out there tonight like it or not’ and with a deep breath offered a smile. She was right, if I ever wanted anything to actually come from Hunk’s flirting I needed to actually take a chance.

“When you put it like that it sounds like you’re calling me a snack,” I said raising an eyebrow and feeling a sense of pride seeing his cheeks flush red for a change that only swelled when he threw his head back and laughed. It felt good to know that he was enjoying my company as much as I was enjoying his. “But hey I’ll let it slide lets go dance,” I said reaching out to take his hand but then losing the guile halfway and instead pushing past him to join the bustle.

I wasn’t much of a dancer but luckily Lance had similar taste in music so I could kind of follow the beat, even if I couldn’t exactly be called graceful. Hunk didn’t seem to mind though as his own wild movements were easily drawing eyes away from me. I couldn’t help but laugh a little, feeling much lighter knowing that I was in good company when it came to my own bad dancing skills. Then somehow the music seemed to skip a beat and switched to a slower melody, I thought I spied a thumbs up and a flash of light on glasses from the stereo, not that I minded.

I looked back over to my partner expecting to find him quickly closing the distance but felt a rush of gratitude when he instead held up his hands and nodded back to the snack table. He was giving me an out if I wanted one which only made me want to stay even more. “What, want to escape me that bad?” I asked with a breathy laugh. His eyes lit up again sending that increasingly familiar jolt of warmth down my spine that was mixed with a shock of electricity when his hands found my hips.

“Of course not, I just didn’t know how much you valued your toes,” he said rolling his shoulders so that my hesitating hands were forced to rest on top of them. It was weird that even though I could feel the heat of everyone around me making the air humid I still felt like he really saw no one else but me. My lips pursed and eyebrows knitted together as I wondered how he managed to do that and if he actually meant to or if maybe he just had too much to drink that made his eyes glaze over like that.

“Ohhh no geez I’m sorry did I do something wrong. Did I actually step on your toes? Or oh my god my hands did they brush something they shouldn’t have? I’m sorry whatever it was,” he suddenly started to ramble and tensed, hands moving up and eyes darting wildly to confirm they hadn’t somehow slipped down into ass territory. It left me completely dumb founded, I thought we had been having such a good time, did I do something wrong?

“What are you talking about everything is fine or uh I thought it was?!?” I asked in equal panic stopping the gentle sway we had been doing so that we were stopped dead center in the middle of the dance floor. The comfortable rhythm between us was suddenly lost and I could feel my chest tightening wanting to run away, my worst nightmare of what could happen seeming to come true.

“No no no it was er I mean it is! Oh god I am such an idiot, I’m sorry it’s just well … well you kind of had that ice queen look on your face that always makes me think that you hate me and goooood I don’t want you to hate me,” he said all in one breath and then slumped over slightly bringing his face close down to mine. It should have been something that made me happy to hear, obviously he was putting as much effort into this night as I was and yet my frown only deepened.

“You think I’m an ice queen?” I asked taking half a step back and blinking rapidly. I had heard similar things before, a lot of people seemed to think that I was a bitch or told me to smile more. Each and every time it never failed to hurt me, it wasn’t like I was walking around bitter or anything. Actually most of the time I was in a pretty good mood but I guess I may have inherited a bit of resting bitch face. Or maybe constantly being next to Allura who was forever upbeat and sociable just made me seem more dower than I really was.

Either way hearing it out of Hunks mouth stung worse than every time put together. He seemed to realize this though because he closed the space between us quickly, blocking everyone else from view. “No you’re not an ice queen but I am king of the idiots,” he said softly bending down even further trying to catch my eye, taking my hands in his own to stroke soothing circles against my skin. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to say that, instead of stepping on your toes it looks like I ended up putting my foot in my mouth,” he snorted, I still felt guarded but he was the first person to ever apologize for saying something like that. It made me a bit more willing to listen.

He seemed to take this as a good sign or rather it seemed that since he started he couldn’t stop his rambling “Like cause obviously you’re not an ice queen because you didn’t leave me here slow dancing with myself which thank you because honestly? I probably don’t deserve it but ugh I’m glad you didn’t walk away, but you totally still can if you want! I don’t want to keep you even though I realllllllly like whats going on right now. Not the you kind of upset with me thing but the being close and smelling you’re perfume cause its really nice, it reminds me of this cherry ice cream my grandma makes. Wow that was weird but no going back now.

‘Anyway uh back to the point if there is one? Oh yeah there is! The point is I’m sorry I just thought you looked like you weren’t having fun anymore and I want to make sure you are because I love seeing you smile and when I can make you laugh that’s the best thing ever cause I feel like I don’t hear you laugh nearly enough. Shit I’ve been talking for like four, five minutes now? I wonder how much I’ve had to drink because usually I’m speechless from how pretty you are,” he finally finished off his whole body unwinding after a great sigh, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. That is until he seemed to realize exactly what he had said and he tensed all over again, eyes wide with fear. The fear only seemed to increase tenfold when I started to laugh, a real laugh without me worrying about holding back or keeping quiet and I only stopped when it led to a loud snort. “Ok wow I know I just embarrassed the hell out of myself but that’s the cutest thing I have ever heard and even if you don’t talk to me ever again, which is a valid response, I’m so glad I got to hear that,” he said with a goofy sappy smile.

“Hunk,” I said when I finally found my voice and brought a hand up to his cheek to turn his head so that he was looking at me “I do want to talk to you again. Actually I-I want to talk to you like a lot. I have for a while now but I don’t know I always kind of just freeze. I’m not as good with this whole flirting or even just talking thing as Allura is. That’s why I got so jumpy when you worked that bake sale with me at the school fair. She knew that I liked you and I just thought you were being so helpful and sweet and everyone likes you that I didn’t know what to do. I think that I just need a little help warming up is all,” I said stumbling over the last few words because now his forehead was resting against my own and nothing had ever felt as good.

At least that’s what I thought until his arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into a kiss. I had had kisses before, teeth clashing and foul breathed kisses. This was nothing like that. Instead I felt his plump lips warm and honey sweet working against mine in such a talented way I didn’t even care that my lipstick was smearing. I rolled onto the balls of my feet to press closer to him, refusing to let him pull away until I was sure I was drunk off the faint alcohol on his breath and the feel of his muscles keeping me securely in place.

It felt right to be there with him, the warmth of his body radiating safety and comfort and it took all of my will power not to stay like that all night. In the end it left me dizzy and seeing stars and craving so much more. “I think I know a few good ways to help you with that,” he said his lips brushing mine. And this time it didn’t even matter that I was speechless because I think I knew exactly what to do with my lips in the meantime.

~*~

“I told you that this would be exactly like the movies. Everyone knows that parties are always the perfect place to force a couple together. Hollywood said so,” Lance said puffing out his chest proudly and nodding at the whole scene like a king observing his court.

“Yeah except you forgot it was my idea in the first place,” Allura said next to him, watching y/n from across the room with clasped hands “ohhhhh I am so happy for them! It really was about time you know.”

“Yeah its about time they pulled up for some air too, just ugh someone keep an eye out and make sure no one including those two ends up in any of the bedrooms. I have enough messes to clean up as it is,” Keith said sticking his tongue out and staring pointedly up towards the ceiling.

“It’s a shame they couldn’t just wait until the end of the school year. I was riding all my money on a summer romance sparking between them,” Pidge said as she counted out a stack of money “you know I don’t even mind losing its just that I lost to Lance. It’s just adding insult to injury.”

“Well then it’s a good thing that Lance didn’t win,” Shiro said finally joining the group, coming up behind the couches they were sitting on, leaning over to hand Allura her drink and snatched the money from Pidge’s hand “he got his dates wrong and because of that I actually had him schedule the party for my bet. Its what you get for making fun of my calendar keeping skills.”

You stared at the family picture you slipped into your pocket watch long ago. The constant ticking of the second hand didn’t bother you whatsoever; if anything, it brought comfort. But not the kind you needed anymore.

’Hugo (L/n)’

Your father’s name engraved on the back started a lump in your throat. You shouldn’t have this. It should be in his pocket, going wherever your father went with every step he took. Not in yours.

The small picture inside shouldn’t needed to be taped back together. Its edges shouldn’t be singed and tattered. The golden watch shouldn’t be dented and the shine should be brighter. Cars shouldn’t bend and burn like yours did. People shouldn’t leave the bar after drinking too much like she did. You shouldn’t be in space with no one to go home to like you were.

To everyone else, it looked like you were simply working on your watch and other doohickeys at your workstation. But you were actually sitting there with tears in your eyes as you remembered what it was like to be loved by your brother, kissed on the cheek by your mother, and hugged like your father. Your team didn’t know much about you; just that you didn’t like being touched, talking wasn’t your favorite sport, and that you truly wanted to be here. At least you had that going.

“Just hug her, Hunk!” Lance hissed and he peered around the corner. “Just walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her. If she likes it, she’ll cuddle. If she doesn’t-”

“Then she’ll beat the crap out of me and will never want to talk to me again.” Hunk argued against it each time Lance came up with a new argument. “Lance, I am positive that this is a bad idea. We’re trying to get her to like me, not despise my existence.” He liked you a lot, but there was literally no way for any of them to tell if you felt the same way. Or if you felt anything at all, on occasion.

Lance groaned/sighed and he was clearly grumbling. “You know what, think of it like this. You see how (Y/n)’s slouched in her seat? She could be sad. And she’s sitting alone, with no one to talk to. Now I think it is a great idea for you to go be her hero and make her feel better with one of those hugs of yours.” It was his best argument so far. And it was probably all he had left in him before he resorted to the completely unethical reasons. 

That struck something in Hunk. It was stereotypical and he knew it. But just thinking of your being sad and alone made him want to run to you and make your troubles go away, but he came to his senses before that could happen.

“But what if she isn’t sad? What if she doesn’t like me-”

“You’re a nice guy, Hunk. You need a girlfriend, she needs a friend and a love interest. It’s good both ways!”

Hunk was so conflicted. He could see and understand what Lance was saying and he definitely wanted to hug you, but he was also concerned about what you were and weren’t comfortable with.

“I swear to God, Hunk, just go!” Lance got so impatient to the point where he shoved him in your direction.

Hunk turned around to snap at him, but Lance’s scowl was enough to stop him in his tracks. Your attention was completely on the beaten-up pocket watch on the table in front of you, but all Hunk could see was you.

He stared at you with slowly-growing heart eyes. It was like you two were the only ones in the universe. You were his everything and you had no clue. If you glanced at him in that moment, it would all be so obvious and clear. But you were too absorbed in the memories that haunted your heart and mind behind your beautiful (e/c) eyes.

This is such a stupid idea.

Hunk walked forward slowly and quietly as he cringed with each step. He was certain that he was going to die from an injury, embarrassment, and your eternal hatred. 

She’s going to hate me... Here goes nothing...

It felt like your world exploded when a pair of arms gently wrapped around your midsection. You looked down at those arms and you realized they were Hunk’s arms, but that wasn’t what you honed it on. You were being hugged.

Hunk was more nervous than when he first faced the Galra. “You looked a little sad, so I thought y-you would want a hug...?” His voice trembled but it held sincerity. He thought he was wrong, but he was so awfully right.

It had been so long. Granted, you attacked Lance when he first tried it, but you were vulnerable now. You were in need. You forgot what receiving affection was like and you now had a reminder.

You both stood as frozen as ice, and just as he started to relax upon realizing your lack of aggression, you started to squirm. Hunk was terrified, until you turned around and... hugged him back!?

This was shocking to Hunk and Lance. 

This has to be fake, there is no way (Y/n) is hugging me.

And then his heart broke when he heard you sniffle. It turns out you actually were sad and upset. He calmed down immediately and gave you a real hug no one else but Hunk could give. His hugs were special and unique, and this was just the beginning for you.

You buried your head in Hunk’s chest and you started to cry. You weren’t crying alone anymore. Someone was finally there for you. For the first time in a while, you felt safe in someone’s arms. You felt loved and cared for.

And that’s what Hunk did; loved and cared for you. "What’s wrong, (Y/n)?” He asked quietly, not caring that you were still latched on to him. He wasn’t surprised; it was obvious that you were very touch starved.

You just shook your head and sobbed. You weren’t ready to tell him yet. A part of you wanted to, and told you that it was okay to trust him and you believed that fully, but you refused to spill everything about you all at once. 

Hunk respected that fully. There was no way in hell that he was going to push you until you told him. He wanted you to do it on your own time, not by force. If anyone dared to pry, he made it his mission to punt them away from you.

“It’s okay. I’m here, (Y/n), I always am.”

Those words resonated deep within you. You gave him a jumbled form of gratitude and you just stood there, reveling in the warm and comforting embrace. Oh how you missed this. 

He didn’t protest as your tears dampened his shirt; it could be washed easily. His shirt be damned, you were more important than a replaceable piece of clothing. A smile from you was a sight he only saw once, but he vowed to get you to smile again.

“I forgot what hugs were like...” You whimpered against him, finding comfort in his heartbeat. “I needed one.”

Hunk was startled by your voice (you didn’t talk much at all) but he didn’t miss a beat. “I’ll always give you one. Just come to me and I’ll have one ready for you in seconds, free of charge.”

Your giggle was pure music to his ears. Hunk always dreamed of holding you in his arms. You always dreamed of being held again.

And to think that a relationship that would be brighter than the brightest star all started with a simple hug. 

BONUS: ”Did that jus- no way! That is so not fair!” Lance wailed as he trudged down the hallway to give you two some time alone. “I get a broken nose, a busted lip, and a black eye. And he gets a hug back!? What kind of-”

I hope this was okay! I finished this at 3:22 AM, so I have no idea what the quality of the ending is. I hope this meets some damn good standards and I hope this makes you feel better, Jenny!