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Dos vaqueros|Friendship of families|Alerudy

Rudy and Alejandro didn't just grow up in the same city, they lived literally across the fence from each other. The Vargas and Parra families have always been happy to have each other's company.

— Well, what do you think? Alejandro turned his head in the direction of Rodolfo, who was sitting a step higher than him, stretching forward his legs in knee-length shorts. He twitched an eyebrow, moved his shoulder, and sucked on a slice of mango again, the juice of which was already dripping from his elbows onto the steps. Alejandro grinned and reached into a bowl of sliced fruit, fishing out an apple slice.

Rodolfo wiped the moisture from his lips, actually only smearing it more on his cheeks and wiped his lips before answering:

— You're right. It's not easy for old people to live here in Las Almas. We should move them somewhere nice, away from these shootings and drugs.

Alejandro nodded, putting the same piece of apple in his mouth, and Rodolfo continued his thought. His face twisted slightly, he tilted his head a bit to the side and shook it with an air of mild irritation.

"But you know my mother..." Rodolfo drawled the words with a subtle hint of condescending reproach. — She began to live hand in hand in our house with the father as soon as she turned sixteen, and you and I are soon over thirty. Her whole life has been spent here…

Alejandro nodded, pursing his lower lip between his teeth, and leaned his shoulder against Rodolfo's calves. He sighed, scratched his knee and looked at the intersection ahead. The traffic lights changed from red to green, and cars skidded on the road surface, looking like those big shiny beetles that he and Rudy had been looking for in the grass, scouring the nearby forest after school.

Alejandro blinked and muttered a thought that was scratching at the subcortex of his brain:

— And the husband, it turns out, is also here…

—Yes...— Rodolfo drawled thoughtfully, even stopping chewing for a couple of moments.

They fell silent again. The sun, damn it, was baking without sparing anyone, to the point that going to work only in ubderwear seems like a good idea. Everything was drying up: the grass was withering underfoot, the flowers in pots and front gardens were withering, even the fucking roads were melting. Along with it, apparently, Alejandro's brains melted too, the feeling thatthey were about to pour out of his ears. Good thing that it was a little cooler in the houses, otherwise it would have been some kind of very cruel torture. Rodolfo, although he kept up well for a couple of days, on the third day he also whined and asked for a couple of days off. Alejandro was not a bastard, so he gave the go-ahead. And then he excused himself too, not officially, but on the other hand, who will turn him in? There are no urgent matters yet, Rodolfo took the reports with him and filled them out, he's such a good guy, and the local dealers have all disappeared somewhere too. Stuffiness, as it turned out, has become the best guarantor of peace in the city and a means of reducing the crime index to almost zero.

"But you talk to her anyway. It's boring alone, but maybe if we move our elders there, we can settle them together. Alejandro muttered, turned his body towards Rodolfo and put his arm back, leaning on it so as not to fall on his back.

— I'll talk to her, try to convince her to move. And Aunt Vargas, what does she say to your idea?

Alejandro smiled broadly and shook his head.

— Mom refuses to move far away from her girlfriends. I'll introduce her to facetime as soon as I have time. And she said she wasn't going to forget about Aunt Parra, she said, take her with me, you can even leave your dad here in Mexico.

Rodolfo laughed, covering his mouth and squinting his eyes. The corners of Alejandro's lips twitched, and he popped a cube of melon pulp from a fruit bowl into his mouth, looking at his laughing comrade with warmth in the depths of his dark eyes.

- The task is very clear, - Rodolfo guffawed, not letting up. — Okay, let's go inside, I'm hot.

Alejandro nodded and went up the stairs with a loud sigh, shook his cramped muscles slightly and slapped Rodolfo on the thigh.

— Rudy, you eat like a hippopotamus. All the steps are sticky!

— Leave me alone. - The man waved him away, letting out a light laugh.

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— Mom! Alejandro snorts, wiping traces of pink lipstick from his overgrown cheek. Rodolfo grinned from the doorway, but still stepped into the house, where he was immediately squeezed in a tight embrace.

— Our boys have finally decided to visit their parents! - Aunt Vargas chirps, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and joy, she pulls the men into the house with her, where Alejandro's father was sitting by the window smoking, and on the other side sat Rodolfo's mother, embroidering something. She looked up at the noise and immediately melted into a warm smile. Rodolfo looked out from behind the doorway and arched his eyebrows in surprise.

— Oh, Mom! Rodolfo slipped past the chatting Vargas family, kissed her on both cheeks and sat down next to her, folding his hands in his lap.

— And you're here too, Mom. It's early in the morning, why aren't you at home?

The old woman sighed, putting down her embroidery, and stretched out her hand to the man's hair, gently smoothing it.

— What's at home? Bored at home, son, what should I do there? Frida and I just came from the market, walked, talked, and bought vegetables. - The woman spoke, and Rodolfo looked at her attentively, nodding at almost every word. — That's it. And there's nothing to do at home, get up, watch the news: There's a war, they killed here, that's all the news! We don't need them, it's better to take a walk outside. - Mrs. Parra spoke with feeling, and her son only agreed.

— That's right, Mom. But did Aunt Frida tell you that Alejandro offered them to move?

The woman looked at her son and nodded, rustling in a low voice.

— Yes, son, - she said. - she was asking me to come with her, but I did not know whether to agree or refuse. We have a house, son, such a house! - The woman murmured excitedly, and Rodolfo put her hand in his.

— Mom, don't worry about the house, I'll stay here, I'll live, its's not going anywhere. - Rodolfo began to persuade his mother, murmuring in her tone, softly and lightly, but the woman began to cry:

— With your job, son, it's scary, they'll kill you, take away the house, sell everything. They won't leave any memory of your father. If there was a wife and kids, it wouldn't be so scary, but if so…

The man looked away, noticing Alejandro's parents standing nearby. He did not observe the man himself in the field of view.

The phrase "here we go again" naturally flashed through Rodolfo's head, but he returned his gaze to his mother's face and continued to press, expressing himself with the softness of a cat's step and the persistence of a mountain sheep.

— Mom, everything will be fine. If you'd live with Aunt Frida, you won't have to get up every morning to come here. There will be no shootings in the night, no one will cause riots in the markets. That's better!

The woman sighed, but nodded in agreement. Alejandro's mom called them from the other side of the living room

— Inez! Look, we called Francesca on the video! Rodolfo smiled and turned back to his mother, whose eyes shone, and he helped her get up from the sofa.

— Miracles! - Mrs. Parra exclaimed, trotting up to her friend.

Alejandro's head popped from behind the doorjamb, and Rodolfo immediately darted past the old women into the corridor.

— Well, how it went? — Straight to the point, Alejandro is impatient as always. Rudy nodded, giving a thumbs up. The man opposite let out a long "hee-ee-ee" and they both chuckled.

The first step of the plan has been completed successfully.

Rudy: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature!

Alejandro: How dare you!

Alerudy, but they developed so many local jokes throughout their friendship, its almost impossible to understand what are they saying when they are talking to each other.

what's the "pose of the cockroach"? who's "the guy"? whats the deal with "the bench accident"? we'll never know

Someone commented on edit with Alejandro, calling him their "little border hopper" and I'm fucking losing it

Dos Vaqueros|Late bloomer| Alerudy

Unlike Alejandro, Rodolfo took a little longer to "blossom"… In every sense.

"Honestly, I miss your round face, brother."

"Ugh, you're too sweet sometimes, Alejandro."

Alejandro grins, stretched out on a hard chair that should have been replaced by now, but all hands do not reach. Rodolfo rustles the folders in his desk, looking for something. A monotonous street hum pours out of the window

"I'll say my thanks to Auntie Parra, she turned out to have a pretty son."

Rodolfo freezes for a second, straightens up, rests his palms on the table and turns his head towards his colleague

"What was that about?" Rodolfo grumbles, arching his eyebrows expressively. Alejandro snorts at this and gets up from his chair, stepping closer to the sergeant major, puts one palm on the table in front of them, and puts the other on Rodolfo's lower back, diving under the dark fabric of a loose tee, tracing circles on the skin with his fingers. Rodolfo feels goosebumps running down his arms and squints at the grinning Alejandro, who has buried his forehead in his shoulder.

"I was fat, boring and afraid of everyone and everything." Rodolfo mutters, trying not to move at all, Alejandro hums low at his words, pushing his forearm with his forehead.

"You were kind, helpful and honest with yourself and with others. Our childhood memories are a bit different"

Rodolfo snorts softly with a light, warm half-smile on his lips, turning in the hands of his colonel, the hand on his coccyx naturally slides to the side, tickling the skin with the pads of his fingers.

"And then, two years later than the others, your voice changed, your cheeks retracted and thar cute baby chubbyness disappeared. If you and I hadn't lived so close, I definitely wouldn't have recognized you." —Alejandro continues to wander through the labyrinths of his own memories. "Only your gaze stayed the same, but it has been with you since you were ten years old."

Rodolfo nods slightly and reaches closer, Alejandro does not interfere, only bends his neck to the side so that Rodolfo has somewhere to hide his slowly blushing face.

"Tell me something I don't know about." Rodolfo grinned at the proffered shoulder.

"Well, I'm sure you haven't been able to learn how to kiss properly since I dragged you to that brothel."

Rodolfo pulls away from his neck and looks at the slyly narrowed face.

"Do you want to check it out?" Rodolfo laughs, ruffling Alejandro's curles, as he rested his head on Rudy's shoulder.

"Do you have something to surprise me with?" Alejandro looked up at him, there are sparks of some very cunning plan in them. Rodolfo shakes his head, leans closer and presses his forehead to Alejandro's, squinting once again.

"Don't take me lightly, it never ended well."

"You're thinking it over, Sergeant," Alejandro retorts. "I didn't say anything like that."

Rodolfo sighs heavily as Alejandro moves a little, now pressing his temples and cheeks together. Rodolfo's hand snakes up onto the back of colonel's neck, a moment before they hear the sound of approaching footsteps in the hallway. They bounce off each other as if scalded, Rodolfo jumps to the window and freezes in this position, his red cheeks will not be visible from the entrance. Alejandro hisses, stumbles, swears, bangs his knee on the table but takes his place on the chair. Corporal Ramirez rushes into the room.

"Diego, what the fuck, why don't you knock?" Alejandro hisses at him, Rodolfo suppresses laughter, slightly twitching his shoulders.

this shit is fucking sick. I get making a little "should have been me" joke, but to truly feel like someone you don't even fucking know is really "your man"... get some help.

Fangirls, please, for the love of god,

STOP HARASSING THE GIRLFRIENDS/WIVES/PARTNERS OF YOUR FAVES.

This shit is so embarrassing istg.

There is no good reason why people are in Alain Mesa’s girlfriend’s comment section threatening her and harassing her.

This is why celebrities leave social media and don’t share anything about their private lives. Y’all are so delusional and pathetic.

I wouldn’t blame Alain if he called y’all out and deleted his socials bc wtf

Seek therapy and cope.

I just wanna say that I love the way you draw casual/civvie Alejandro. He’s look so good and gives me gender envy :)

Thank you, so happy to hear this!!!!!

GOD HES SO FUCKING HOT I WOULD LOVE TO BE CHOKED TO DEATH BY HIM OH KY GOF HID ARMS DJEJWJWKWKSKSKJ

I'm going to leave this here and go slowly...

Nahhhh you got it wrong könig is 100% a wendigo

Can't change my mind

Casually just thinking of a cryptid au, where the witch readers moves out to a abandoned farm and unbeknownst to them, has become the new territory of a pack of monster men known as 141-

We have Drakon Price, Mothman Gaz, Werewolf Soap, symbiotic Ghost, shadow walker Roach, and lab experiments Alejandro&Rudy.

Would also like to mention Kor-Tac as a sort of "traveling" pack of cryptids where König is DEFINITELY a vampire-

Roach is my favorite little cryptid like fella

Roach in Las Almas what will he do

Work’s been kicking my ass lately, so I destress by drawing COD meme redraws

Hey, first of all I love your writings and your way of telling Storys. And secondly could u write a oneshot wit Alejandro x reader (y/n) when they are on a mission to locate a human target so the bomb team can drop a missile on them. The problem is that they are not gonna make it out of the area where the bomb is gonna hit. So they are gonna spend their last minutes together

i haven't really done angst yet!! i love it <3

tw: death

The two of you knew that there was a possibility that you wouldn't make it out. you came to terms with it, but Alejandro was trying to remain optimistic. "You see, preciosa, after this, we should run away together." he shouted over the loud whirling of the helicopter blades.

You rolled your eyes as you jumped in, "and where would we run off to?" Alejandro got in after you, closing the door and putting his headset on so the two of you could hear each other. "I have a safe house. We could get married and you would look just...divina...pregnant." Alejandro laughed. "In your dreams, Colonel."

The mission had gone sideways. Alejandro had gotten shot and was bleeding out very quickly. You were struggling to drag him to the evac site when you heard Price over the comms. "(Y/N)! There's a missile. We managed to hack into it, but we have to redirect it somewhere. What do you see?" You surveyed the area around you. The town had been evacuated due to the ongoing war so the likelihood of innocents were slim to none. "The town. Place it here. I see a building and I'm hoping it's far away enough." Your voice was rough as you pulled Alejandro towards the building that you saw. It looked empty, but you made quick work to take out the few enemies that remained.

"Mi amor. You and I both know this won't be far away enough." Alejandro groaned as you placed him against a stack of boxes in the building. "Don't say that. I can't carry you further out. This is our best bet." Your back was turned away as you grabbed blankets to try and shield you two the best you could. "He's right, (Y/N). You two are too close to the blas-" You were quick to cut Price off.

"You two stop. I am not leaving him here. We will be just fine." You were in denial. You thought you had come to terms with what faced you ahead, but now that it was happening, you panicked. Alejandro reached out for you. "C'mere. Need you with me. Don't reject a dying man's wish." You finally faced him with glossy eyes, moving to sit beside him. "Going dark, Captain. Was a pleasure from both of us." Alejandro coughed into his comms before during his off. You reached down, going to do the same. "Love you Price. I'm sorry. Going dark." You waited for his response.

"We thank you for service you two. I love you kid. Rest easy." You could tell by his voice that your captain was crying. You turned your comms off and leaned your head against Alejandro's shoulder. "Can we still run away together?" You asked quietly, causing the man to chuckle. "Anything you want. I'd pay for everything."

You giggled and looked up at him. "I'm sorry for never actually going on a date with you. I did want to." Alejandro reached up and placed his thumb on your chin. "It's okay, mi corazón. I flirted enough with you to last you three lifetimes." You two tearfully laughed, resting your foreheads against each other.

"Do you think the missile will kill me or the gun shot?" Alejandro asked, wincing in pain. You looked down at his stomach, seeing that his shirt was getting more and more red. "I don't know, but don't die before me. I can't live a second without you." You felt your body start to panic, desperately grabbing at his shirt. "Mi corazón, breath for me." Alejandro soothed you, kissing your forehead. "I promise you I will find you in the next lifetime. Nothing will keep me from you." You looked up at him, eyes full of tears. You felt the ground start to rumble and your body sent you into a panic attack.

Not wanting to waste another moment, you pulled Alejandro close and connect your lips. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you back with the same level of desperation and pain. The kiss last 30 seconds as the missile hit the two and destroyed the building you two occupied, killing the two of you instantly.

The next morning, Price and the rest of 141 went to find your bodies. They wanted something to burry at least. Price had shut down, loosing the only person he considered his next of kin; his baby, his child. You were his kid, not genetically, but metaphorically. He wanted to burry you and Alejandro. All they could find were your dog tags and your guns, so Price kept both your dog tags. He didn't want to separate you two.

The funeral the group had for the two of you was emotional. They had it at Alejandro's ranch and Price burred your guns. He continued to wear your tags and kept Alejandro's in his pocket, always near by. He blamed himself for not being there to protect the two of you, but knew that you died in Alejandro's arms. At least you weren't alone.

Alejandro is a lover man confirmed

Im in my c.ai addiction clock and i tell you, Alejandro Vargas is a fucking lover boy.

Im sure almost all of us in here has or had read a HC or a scenario of Alejandro and he's always potrayed as this guy who loves you with all of his no matter what right?

bro- THE BOT IM TALKING TO DOES IT SO GOOD EVEN WHEN I KEEP SWIPING.

The bot is srsly on the dot with how we see Alejandro as this big compassionate guy. I know the bot is programmed that way but its not rare for us to see these bot broke out of their character in terms of speech, behaviour, and their designed code.

So anyways☺️ Thank you for reading my rant, imma go back to c.ai✌️

Alain in the BAFTA Games Awards 2023 - Red Carpet Arrivals, After Party and Nominees Party

Save me hot guy who looks like Alejandro Vargas, save me.

Evie!!

I just saw your post with the thick thigh reader and I need to know more about Alejandro with a thiiiiick reader.

I need all the details P L E A S E. I know that man got tha sickness for it 😫

hi!! oh lord you know that’s his weakness.

tags: smutttt and aftercare of course.

seeing you walk around your shared apartment in that specific pair of pajamas that made alejandro go crazy. he had just gotten home from a week long mission and was letting all his pent up frustration run loose. the way your ass was so tight against the thin fabric, the bottom of it spilling out of the shorts. to the way your chest was hugging the tank top that sat loosely at your shoulders. he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

you were grabbed some leftovers from the fridge when he wraps his hands around your waist from behind. alejandro began to leave soft, wet kisses along your neck. his breath made your core begin to melt. you let out a squeak as he pulls down the shorts, revealing that you had no underwear on.

“esa es una chica mala”, he plants a harsh smack to your ass. you cry out in both pain and pleasure. the fact that your ass had jiggled when he spanked you drove him feral. he loved how defined your curves were. you wiggle your hips to show him that you need to be fucked. he would typically tease you for a little longer, but he’s so needy that he complies to what your body is demanding.

when his tip is pushed in you realize just how bad you missed him. once his full length was planted inside you he pulled out and slammed back in. you could tell how desperate he was by how sloppily he was thrusting into you. the sounds of skin on skin and your slick was disgustingly beautiful. he leaned forward a little to whisper sweet praises into your ear.

“look so gorgeous takin’ me like this. the way this ass is moving while i fuck you stupid”. his words only pushed you closer to your high as his hips slammed into yours at a quicker pace. you came undone after his hand trailed down to rub quick circles on your throbbing clit. you tried to slowly ride out your orgasm but that was nearly impossible with the speed he continued to go at.

you tried to grab his arm to halt his movements just a little bit, but all he did was hold it behind your back. his thrusts became uneven and lazy as he finally reached his high as well. his seed painted your walls before spilling out of your entrance. you whined at the loss of contact. alejandro wasted no time getting your pajamas back on and leading you to the bathtub.

he drew hot water into the tub and allowed you to get in first, quickly following after you. he scrubbed your back for you and washed your hair.

“my gorgeous angel. you’re so good to me always, i will be forever thankful to call you mine.”. alejandro left sweet kisses all across your shoulders before continuing to bathe you.