So soft and worshipful. He knows all about aftercare. Chema will clean you up, get you water, put his shirt on you, and cuddle until you push him away. He needs to feel close to you after and make sure you're okay.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes his nose. He thinks he lucked out on the genetic lottery and that it suits his face really well. Also because. you know. coin slot.
If everything isn't an option to pick from you, he'd say your wrists. He's so fascinated, especially if you use your hands to talk. Just the movement can make his brain short-circuit.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He doesnt really like his cum. He thinks it's just. gross. He'd rather cum in you because then it's not everywhere.
Chema loves your cum though. He loves to make you finish over and over, he especially loves to play with your arousal.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He likes when you dont shower for a day or two. He likes the scent of your musk and sweat. Especially the taste. It's all very natural to him, he'd honestly actually prefer it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Experienced. Before you he'd go to BDSM clubs. At first to watch, and then when he got more confident he'd play too. He's been with all kinds of people.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
69- it's not even a question.
especially after a long day after class. All he wants to do is have you on top of him, cunt in his face grabbing handfuls of your ass while you're playing with him. It's heaven, he could do it for hours.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
It's either or. He's lighthearted and sarcastic to ease the nerves if there's any, but he's also serious too. He takes you very seriously and wants to make sure you're feeling good.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
There's hair. If you had a preference he'd follow it, but normally there's a decent amount of hair. He trims it, though.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
It's usually very tender. He worships you. You are the altar he falls to his knees over. He needs you more than he needs air.
And he's going to make sure you know that, even if you get sick to your stomach.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Fucking gooner. He's a loser, of course he's gonna jerk off. He usually does it to you, a polaroid he took of you and stains it with his cum.
He doesnt pressure you for sex either. If you're not feeling it or have a low sex drive, then he'll take care of himself no problem.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Voyeurism. He gets insanely hard at the thought of catching you masturbating. He has a fantasy where it's you in his dorm, and you get so horny you ride his pillow. When he comes back from class or whatever, he catches you. Chema would look around to make sure there's no one around before cracking the door open and palming himself through his jeans.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His dorm. He doesnt care about his roommate or neighboring hallmates. He likes to focus completely on you, and he can do that in his dorm!
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Especially you in his clothes. That makes him absolutely rock hard.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There's honestly nothing he wouldn't do. He wants to give you everything, so if you wanted to get really freaky- freakier than him, he's down.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Both. He can eat pussy. Look at him. Chema is very skilled in this area.
He also loves receiving, but again, mainly in the 69. It feels better to him, he doesn't know why.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow. achingly slow. He can be fast and rough but he wants to take his time with you. He wants you to start crying and fail to push him away. The only way to truly achieve that is by being slow.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Doesnt like them. If you want one, sure, but he wouldn't ask for one. Like stated above, he likes taking his time.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
This man only knows risks. He's game for anything even if it might not work out in the end.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Chema has a decent amount of stamina. He takes a while to cum, so he can last a long time without having to worry about finishing prematurely.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Chema owns a fleshlight he uses regularly. It's just a means to an end though.
For you though, he has a ton of toys. Vibrators, floggers, dildos, beads, etc. He's got a whole drawer just filled with sex toys waiting to be used!
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He teases, but not intentionally. It's almost clinical- he likes to examine you. He'll spread your lips, toy with your nipples, rub your scalp- usually you're whiny by the end of it, but he doesnt even notice. It's like he's taking mental notes while touching you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not very loud but not very quiet either. He's a grunter, and his breathing gets heavy, but he's not screaming or anything.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Wants to make you lean so he can use you. Ever since he saw those "sleepy girl cocktails", he's been dreaming about giving you a nice sleep drink so that before you pass out, he can fuck you. He wants to taste it from your lips.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those pants)
He's got a solid 6.5 inches, not girthy but it's pretty to look at. A tuft of dark hair at the base.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Chema has an average sex drive.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn't sleep immediately after, but after he knows you're knocked out is when he'll sleep too.
Bullet train AU: Benicio's introduction bc I said so
also the point of views all fucked up so ignore it this is totally and uber unedited
Edit: i hate translations
Benicio was never the violent type. He was smart, someone you'd expect to work a 9-5 even. Maybe as an accountant or some office job. Not some underworld criminal business.
It's not like he meant to join that scene. He was literally trying to make ends meet, for his family.
But, you know, when your entire bloodline, the people you had been working so hard to provide for and take care of, get shot up, that kind of changes your perspective on things. So without anyone telling him he could do better than a life of crime, he steered right into it.
Working up the latter was something Benicio knew how to do. He'd done it since he became a worker for one of the biggest cartels in Latin America, the Sonora Cartel.
They'd been operating since the 80's, and were known to rub elbows with the likes of the Guadalajara cartel, Cali cartel, and TJ cartel. Most dues in part were because of la Patróna and el Patrón, the organization's founders. When la Patróna kicked the bucket and el Patrón retired, two of their sons became successors. They were known as el Jefe and el Segundo al Mando- at least, that's what they were known as among the workers.
El Jefe's the smart one. He takes care of damn near everything, making sure the trade was good and hot. He is a businessman, someone who knows exactly what he's talking about. Even if he doesn't, he carries that confidence until he does. Don't let his clean-cut look fool you though, he's more than comfortable getting his hands dirty, but a calculated man doesn't just go straight for the kill. He takes his time.
His brother- el Segundo al Mando, is less polished... less businessy, more brute. He takes care of the soldiers they have, and makes sure battle plans are solid. What he lacks in business, he makes up for in violence. He's temperamental, something out of a cliche even.
When Benicio first joined, he was a worker bee. Didn't do much besides carry a gun and help with shipments. He'd be the one to talk shop whenever the bosses weren't around or when the other workers didn't know what the fuck they were talking about.
"¿Cuánto?"
"Cuarenta y cinco kilos de piladoras, setenta kilos de cocaina." Benicio said, looking over the back of the open truck. [Forty-five kilos of pills, seventy kilos of cocaine.]
"Pedí cincuenta kilos, no cuarenta y cinco." The man grumbled. "¿Estás tratando de estafarme con 980,000 dólares?" He reached to get his gun out, but Benicio beated him to it. [I ordered fifty kilos, not forty-five. are you trying to scam me out of $980,000?]
"¿Necesito deletrearlo para ti? Si estás comprando cuarenta y cinco kilos de píldoras, y un kilo es 120,000, eso solo es 549,990." he waved his gun over to the truck before he pointed it back at him. "¿Lo entiendes? ¿O tengo que agregar una bala en la ecuación para que la entiendas mejor?" [Do I need to spell it for you? If you're buying forty-five pounds of pills, and a kilo is 120,000, that's only 549,990. Get it? Or do I have to add a bullet into the equation to make you understand it better?]
The man nodded, a fake smile plastered on his face. "No, no. Lo entiendo." He looked over to his men, his smile slowly dropping as he nodded over to the truck. "Consigue esa mierda." Snap. "¡Ahora!" [No, i understand. Get that shit, Now!]
By the time Benicio made it back to the hacienda, he had already crunched the numbers on the drive. He walked into the common room where el Jefe sat with a drink in hand. "El acuerdo fue exitoso. A veces la incompetencia se interpone en el camino." he said. [The arrangement was successful. Sometimes incompetence gets in the way.]
"Bueno, bueno," el Jefe nodded, Benicio took another step forward but stopped when he noticed a man sitting down as well. He was surprised to see el Jefe with a white man who looked scared out of his mind, wearing a DEA uniform.
El Jefe looked over to Benicio and nodded at him, "Benicio," he spoke. "There was an incident with Vada. You're familiar with her, right?"
Benicio nodded slowly. How could he not know Vada? She was practically the only person who treated everyone here with kindness, not like a worker. A bit spoiled, but how could she not be. She grew up with the wealth and protection of an internationally known organization.
"Well," el Jefe took a sip of his drink. "This, erm... DEA agent, was it? anyways, he was snooping around, grabbed her after school, then... why dont you tell him?" he told the agent.
The agent looked over to Benicio, then looked back to el Jefe, who nodded his head for him to speak. "We didn't do nothin' too bad, we, we just asked a few questions-"
"Then why did she come home with bruises?" el Jefe snapped. He was seething, something Benicio didn't have the displeasure to see often. "From what she tells me, you questioned her, hit her." Are you telling me shes lying?"
"No!" the man choked out. He was shaking now, like a pathetic chihuahua. el patrón looked up to Benicio, a rough smile on his face.
"Agítalo un poco. No lo maten, no queremos una situación de Miguel Félix, pero pateen su trasero y luego déjenlo en la oficina de la agencia DEA." el Jefe said as he stood up, leaving the two of them together. [Shake him up a little. Don't kill him, we don't want a Miguel Felix situation, but kick his ass and then leave him at the DEA's office.]
"Come with me." Benicio said. The man shook his head violently, inching away as if that would get him anywhere. Benicio sighed and grabbed the man, pulling him up.
He dragged the man outside to give him what he did to Vada tenfold. By the time he was done with the agent, no one would've ever known Benicio was the one who kicked his ass. He looked like he had just gone on a light jog... if you ignore the blood.
The agent, who laid bloody and barely conscious on the floor, groaned in pain. If Benicio stared at his face a bit more, he could see a tear streak. He kneeled beside him and roughly grabbed the agent by the hair, lifting his head to level below benicio's.
"You don't ever, ever, look for Vada again. Not you or your friends. I won't be so nice next time." He said, dropping his head and standing up. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette and lit one.
Benicio whistled at a nearby guard, who helped him shove the agent into the passenger side of a truck. Once he was in, he buckled the agent's seatbelt and drove off to the DEA office.
Benicio made sure to take pictures of the body in front of the office before heading back to the hacienda.
"Bien hecho," el Jefe complimented as he flicked throught the pictures on Benicio's point and shoot camera. "Sabes, no podría soportarlo si esto le vuelve a pasar a Vada. Ella es solo una niña. Ella siempre está haciendo para estar en peligro, esa es solo la mano con la que fue tratada." He looked over to Benicio. [Good work. You know, I couldn't stand it if this happens to Vada again. She's just a girl. She's always doing to be in danger, that's just the hand she was dealt with.]
"Eres un buen trabajador, un buen hombre. Piensa que es hora de que te promueva." [You are a good worker, a good man. Think it's time for me to promote you.]
And thats how he got the gig.
Benicio did his job very well. Being the bodyguard to the daughter of one of the worlds most successful cartel bosses wasn't easy, yet he was more then capable of keeping her safe.
There are exactly two problems in this equation. One arose when personal feelings became mixed like a bad cocktail. Benicio devoted himself to the boss's daughter, putting her safety and happiness over everything.
He had to be careful though. When he first took the job, he had heard of the man he was replacing. Someone his cared-for didn't like to talk about, so there wasn't much discussion about him, not even from his employers. All he knew was that he fucked up.
The second problem was keeping her safe against people he knew he couldn't do anything about. That being other drug lords such as business partners or worse, her father. It's typical, really. A violent man plus alcohol equals more violence. A baby could figure that out. Nonetheless, he'd try his best to get her away from harm's way.
It was on one of Benicio's only days off, something that he rarely took advantage of. El Segundo al Mando, told him that another soldier was to take over for the day.
"¿Quieres que me vaya? ¿Estás seguro?" Benicio asked,
brows furrowed. How could he leave when the hacienda was just shot up yesterday? Luckily his cared-for and he were out for the day, coming home to a mess. [You want me to leave? Are you sure?]
His boss scoffed. "El ataque de ayer fue solo un intento perrato de asustarnos." he barked. He didnt like it when he was questioned. "Raúl la está cuidando por el día. Vuelve mañana, okay? Cierra la puerta cuando te vayas." and with a wave of his hand, he dismissed Benicio, who only nodded and walked out the office. [The attack yesterday was a bitch attempt to scare us. Raul will take care of her for the day. Come back tomorrow, okay? Close the door when you leave.]
'That's bullshit. somethings not right.'
Benicio reluctantly left the hacienda, thinking of things to do before returning to work. Some may say his devotion was unhealthy, but compared to all the killing and drug trafficking and torturing he's done before, he'd rebuttal that it was the healthiest thing about him.
Look at him, thinking of her even on his day off.
Benicio hops in his car and drives away from the property. He could go home, or maybe catch a movie.
He settles on home, opting to take a long shower where he doesn't have to worry about being shot at. Benicio was good at keeping a low profile, which was one of the reasons why he was hired. The boss that hired him was away in Peru on a vacation with his wife, leaving behind the narcotics for a week, meaning that Benicio had to answer to his brother while he was gone, the less competent of the two... which is why the pad got shot up yesterday- but whatever..
In his bathroom plays a Rocio Durcal song as the warm water soothes his skin. He's relaxed, finally.
He reflects on the days prior. The threats, deal gone wrong, the fucking shooting. A hole sunk in his stomach. People knew el Segundo al Mando was significantly worse then el jefe, but they wouldn't be stupid enough to attack while Jefe was gone, right? Sure, Segundo al Mando was something to fear at the moment, but el jefe had a wrath that only the unluckiest people would unearth.
When Benicio finished his shower, he steps out and puts on some comfortable clothes. His home was comfortable too, nothing big or extravagant despite how much his paychecks came out to be. Like i said, he kept a low profile.
He walks over to the kitchen, looking to fix himself something to eat. A torta will do, whatever.
-timeship because i have no grace-
It's gotta be 4:30, 4:40 in the morning when the phone rings. Benicio's hand reaches for the device on his nightstand and answers it.
"Bueno..." He groggily speaks, eyes closed.
"La casa está bajo ataque, Raúl está trabajando con ellos. Él se la llevó." [The house is under attack, Raul is working with them. He took her away.]
His eyes shot open. Raúl took her? Where?
"Okay, I'm on my way." he quickly hangs up the phone and gets dressed while looking for his emergency bag. Once it slings across his back, he grabs his gun from his TV stand and heads for the car, hopping in and zooming off to the hacienda.
If the shooting from the day before was bad, coming to the aftermath of a full fledge attack was worse. Most of the damage was done with the opposing side fleeing or dead on the ground. Benicio recognizes a couple of familiar men on the floor as well, but he cant bring himself to focus on his colleagues.
He grabs his gun from the holster on his waist and takes the safety off, stealthily making his way over to the front doors.
Benicio scans the scene for any signs of opponents, any sign of Raul and Vada. His Vada.
He finds his way over to El segundo en comandos office, bursting in to see his boss tending to his wounds. His boss looks up, straight face with no signs of pain. Benicio doesnt even care for his boss, "¿Dónde está?" [Where is she?]
El Segundo al Mando rolls his eyes, "¿cómo lo sabría?" [How should I know?]
"¿Quién atacó?" [Who attacked?]
"alguna organización de mierda, no sé." He mutters quickly. He leans against his desk. After a moment, El Segundo al Mando speaks. "Estoy cansado. Resolveré todo mañana, iré a casa … o quédate aquí, lo que sea." [Some bullshit organization, I don't know. I'm tired. I'll figure everything out tomorrow. Go home… or stay here, whatever.]
Benicio would have half a mind to question him right now, so he doesn't. All he does is nod and leave, closing the door behind him. There are a million questions running through his mind right now, all of which are in regard to Vada, who must be terrified.
He knows hes going to find her- he has to. He doesnt know what his life would be like without her.
Benicio finds himself inside of Vada's room. There's no sign of struggle, in fact, its the same as he last saw it, it looks as though she even cleaned up a bit before everything happened. The pile of clothes on her bed was now folded. Not put away, but folded.
He looks around, searching for a bag. While doing so, he notices that her purse is gone. her prized snakeskin bag, the one she never went anywhere without, the one that she gave baths to. Out of all her bags, that one was by far her favorite.
Benicio tries to run the situation in his head. If she was cleaning in her room when the shots started and Raul took her, that means that she would've fought, no? If she didn't fight, that means she went willingly... maybe he lied to her, told her she would be safe with him. Either way, her bag is gone and she would kill someone for that bag, so either she has it or a dead body is in sight.
He grabs some clothes and shoves them in the bag. He figures that Raul didn't grab anything, so Benicio gets multiple items. After a sufficient amount of clothes, he then packs some shoes. He doesnt know what kind she has on right now, if she even has any on, so he gets her tennis shoes and heels. Why? He's not sure.
Benicio takes the bag to the kitchen where he stuffs it full of water bottles and Vada's favorite snacks. He doesn't grab anything else for now. Everything he needs is already in his car, so he waits out in the guest room and tries to sleep, knowing it'll be difficult to pull off.
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Morning comes just as soon as night did, and Benicio walks over to el Segundo al Mando's office. He's definetely tired, but his hunger for Vada's safety matters more to him at the moment.
He comes up to the door, but hears two voices seemingly arguing. He pauses and tries to listen in, but the door is too thick, which makes it hard to hear what they're saying.
Knock.
"chingado... ¡Pasa!" [Shit... Come in!]
Benicio enters, nodding at his boss... whos with another person.
He's tall, not as tall as Benicio- who's 6'2 but definitely taller than any Mexican here so he assumes the man either is mixed or not Mexican at all. He's got a sort of rough demeanor about him, very dangerous but Benicio does not give a fuck. He's wearing a red button up, shit, he almost looks American. Benicio glances at the man before looking at his boss.
"Quien es?" [Who's this?]
"¿quién soy? ¿Quién coño eres?" The man's immediately on the defense. [Who am I? Who the fuck are you?]
"Gallo," His boss warns, and he immediately shuts up. "He's an... old worker from this division. He flew in from our California territory to check out the attack..."
Benicio nods. Okay, cool.
"He's also... going to help you find Vada."
Benicio can't stop the laugh that escapes him. "What? You're serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious."
"Right now, there's word on her disappearance, I heard all the way from California," Gallo stares el Segundo al Mando, "This is the perfect time for her to be taken by someone other than raul and use her for ransom or worse." he says.
Benicio agrees and looks over to his boss, who doesn't look happy. The tensions thick between the two.
"You guys can make your search, but I want to be very clear. I want no blood. Nothing that'll draw attention, unless they are trying to kill you, don't fucking kill them. We don't want the other organizations thinking we can't handle our business."
El Gallo scoffs, like what their boss had just said was a lie, and Benicio can't help but feel the same way. Somethings off, and they both know it.
"Now go. I have to make a call."
The two men nod and leave el Segundo al Mando to it.
El Gallo is quick to leave Benicio behind, walking towards the direction of Vada's room.
"Oye, where are you going." He says, following the man. He stops when El Gallo enters Vada's room and slams the door shut, locking it.
-ooo end credit scene-
The door slams shut, and when the footsteps dissipate into nothingness among the halls, that's when el Segundo al Mando pulls out his phone.
"Hey. Theres been another mishap. Dont worry about them, just get what i need you to get and meet at the location. I'll send someone with information, meet at the hotel I first sent information at."
listening to music and falling even more deeply in love with my men so here's a couple of songs 4 them. pt 1 hee hee
If I Should Die Tonight by Marvin Gaye just screams Fernando to me cause like he's just a guy. Like he is so enamored by you and loves you even if he isn't the most PDA or showy person when it comes to it. He doesn't know how to express how much he loves you and it scares him because what if something happens to him? His worst fear is him leaving you behind and you feeling like he never really loved you because he does. Esp after everything yall been through he knows being with him is not easy but he is forever grateful that you stick by him through and through. He knows that you are the best thing that happened to him and he just cant get over the thought of just meeting you. He's feels so lucky to have known you and hold you because he knows that other dudes wont ever know what this kind of love feels like like he genuinely feels bad for other people. Fernandos with you for the long haul, you're literally a walking dream to him. It's so sad for him too because he feels like hes gonna die fast (spoiler alert, he doesn't) but he cant shake the feeling so every moment he spends with you he revels in your presence. He's not a religious man but he prays. He prays for you and he prays for him to stay with you for as long as you live because there's no point in living without you. ALSO CAN I JUST HAVE A MOMENT TO TALK ABT. HOW GOOD HE HOLDS YOU? Like seriously hes so good at hugs and holding people its so unfair because what words fail to say what can get the message across is how he holds you.
Things he does to show you he loves you: late night cruisin' listening to oldies, getting you food from your favorite taco shop, bringing you things when comes back from Peru
OMG MANOLO NOOOO. literally fucking sobbing over him bc so many songs remind me of him like corridos but also the song Todo Cambió by Camila is just such a perfect example of his love for you. like before he met you he was just this scrappy new mexican kid who got into fights and everyone was lowkey intimidated by him, but you liked him. You didn't even know him, he literally beat your best friend's ass but you still talked to him after class. if he was honest, the minute he knew he was gone was the minute you two locked eyes after he got pulled off another kid by the narcs. then the more you spent time together during his punishment for the fight (its a thing I'm writing ill post it later) he swears his life changed. He fell in love so hard and so fast, like 'Todo cambió cuando te vi, De blanco y negro a color, me convertí' like that was fr him the moment he met you. I CANT THIS WHOLE SONG IS REALLY YALL LIKE IM ACTUALLY CRYING OVER IT. He's just so down for you and hes not much of a PDA guy (at all) but he is never embarrassed to show you how much he loves you (ok a little he is but its only bc hes not used to PDA). He defends your honor so fiercely and like if other girls try to holla at him even after he already rejected them he doesnt give a fuck he'll tell them to fuck off and kill themselves because he is so grossly devoted to you he doesn't even want to entertain the idea of other girls liking him. And even tho his homelife is fucked up he tries to never bring it to you because he doesn't want you to have to carry that weight but it is okay to share the burden and you're always there for him and he cannot even begin to tell you how thankful he is for you.
Things he does to show you he loves you: hears you talking about whatever of yours being broken and fixes them the next day, cooks for you, locks arms with you when you cross the street
FREDDY... Freddy :( he was sooo hard finding a song because even though A Que Saben Tus Besos by Anthony Cruz fits his situation w/ u before yall started dating PERFECTLY. I don't think it fits now (also he doesn't listen to salsa often so) another song i think would fit is I Could Fall In Love by Selena. Freddy didn't really listen to Selena before being with you, but after you forced him to watch the movie and series AND listen to her entire discography he can say he has a special place for her. I think this song fits both ways, before he was dating you and during, because yall start out as friends and hes always purposely annoying you (snapping your bra strap, licking your face etc) and he doesnt realize that hes in love with you until he thinks about it then hes like "oh shit" but he keeps it to himself bc your cousin is his best friend and you're his friend like he doesnt wanna jeopardize that. So here he is listening to Selena in his car because she reminds him of you. Like he's so in love with you its so gross to him. Everything about him is smooth and fast but whenever hes around you everything slows down and it literally hurts his soul that he cannot be with you. The way that he's so perceptive and in tune with you is insane because like i said he is your best friend when you go to Jersey, he knows literally everything about you and knows how you're feeling and shit like if yall are out and you wanna dance but your date doesnt guess whos coming up to you and telling- not asking- telling you to dance with him like "Let's go dance" and holding his hand out like i cannot. Literally the smoothest but the minute yall start dancing it doesnt matter whats playing he just looses himself to you. AND WHEN YALL START DATING??? GOODBYE GOT ME FUCKING SOBBING. OR IF YOU DID SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE, HE ALWAYS NOTICES. it never fails like "Damnn gata, got your hair done? who you tryna impress?". Like dudes so fucking in love with you and hes so unashamed once yall become public. His hands are on you and hes telling you daily how much he loves you :(( telling other bitches to "fuck with someone else" bc he got a woman at home. :( Freddy will literally devote his life to you do not play with him. Literally defends you for whatever if the guys are ganging up on you a little too much and you're getting overwhelmed hes telling them to back off ASAP. if someone in ur family is making some sideways ass comment about you he does not give a fuck he will call them out. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIM AND UR FAMILY BC HE IS THE BEST GUY TO BRING TO YOUR FAMILY. I CANT DONT HMU.
Things he does to show you he loves u: if a new game is coming out and you take interest he's gonna hack the system and snatch that game, unashamed affection 24/7, asks you to run errands w him so yall can spend time together
He’s the one I feel like id get along with the most
he’s my age, he likes my music and we like the same movies
Miguel loves car dates, just blasting music from the shared playlist, taking a drive, and getting out is so relaxing to him.
he loves to do karaoke too, we just fuck around on the mic (skrrt Sandra let's have karaoke dates ur bf can dedicate an emo song to you)
I feel like we’re the best friend dynamic out of the relationships
thats how it would probably go: friends to lovers
hes like a good guy for serious hes sooo respectful and polite
pulls up to the pad and if any family is there he makes sure to introduce himself n all that
HIM TEACHING ME KARATE. yeah. its so cute and he like lowkey roasts me like bro please i can barely stand correctly
going to the arcade so i can beat him at steet fighter
HE LOVES MATCHING LIKE IDK WHY HE JUST DOES
minimal beef with the rest of the bfs but
he does. not. like. Matt.
like, at all.
“You know what sensei would say about him?” “yeah yeah- strike first, strike hard, no mercy his ass.”
he doesn't mind Bill, but he feels like he has to take him (and Ted) in moderation
Out of all the guys, he trusts Bill the most
Miguel prefers to hang out at my house but feels awkward when Eddie is around
especially after he found out Eddie and Matt were best friends
good thing Eddie works when Miguel is done with practice, then he can sneak in without feeling weird
would sooo get along with Jack. I feel like he and Jack would be down to hang out with or without me and his girl (hi sandra)
Miguel loves cuddling but he won't do it in front of the others bf’s, he’ll feel some type of way if one of the guys was shamelessly touching me and acting as if he wasn’t there (EX. Dario, Matt. Bill does it without even realizing he’s doing it- regardless I will not do my lil latino bf dirty)
His arms......... around......... my torso.................... need a seat help
I feel like sex with him would be so natural
like he wouldn't have much experience, he’d try his best
that sounds so bad nah he does a good job but he doesn't get around is what I mean *crying emoji*
Kind of goofy because it's so light-hearted, i dunno Miguel just gives off "virgins not virgining anymore" vibes idk
i lov him xoxo
Dario
Nah I'm pushing it with this one, cause no one likes him, aside from Gael maybe
NO MY BOYFRIEND CRAZY HE KILL PEOPLE
u know what tho he hasn’t thought about killing Bill or Miguel
hurting them, maybe, but never kill
they're just stupid teenagers to him, one of my “friends”
*me coming back from hanging out with Bill* “hey, Dario.” “There you are. How’s your little friend? the blonde one you were with.”
Matt and Gael tho? no yeah he has thought about killing them
“I could do it so easily, do you want to hear-?” “I’d rather not hear about how you’d kill my other boyfriends.”
Jealousy? Unsure. He is possessive, period. He doesnt like to share (he can barely tolerate the other guys) so if anyone outside the circle tries to holla at me,,,, yeah no that person will get beat
He has this weird competition thing with Gael. They’re kind of friends but would kill each other over me
Dario is a few years younger than Gael, but is kind of jealous of him in a way, particularly about how affectionate Gael is compared to Dario
he isn’t the softest but he does try his best
He’ll do things with me even if he isn’t interested in them. Unless he feels like he will absolutely hate the activity, he doesn't like to admit he enjoys doing whatever with me
Likes when i’m just lounging on him, he puts a hand right below my chest, or plays with my hands.
Insecure about the amount of affection he gives (or lack thereof), he wasn't used to it in the beginning, but after becoming accustomed to it, he feels like he just doesn't give as much as he gets and it conflicts with him
"Does it bother you that I hold you less than other guys?"
or
"What do the others give you that I don't?"
Lowkey a lot of reassurance
Due to Dario doing shady shit in other countries, he’s gone for periods of time
By the time he comes back, its late at night or very early in the morning. he always comes to my place first, not caring about whos there. If I’m not in bed by the time he comes, he’ll give me a really long hug before taking me to the bedroom to rest
If i’m not home, he’ll wait for me
poetic in a way (am I grasping at straws? yes. Dario is MY oc now leave me alone), would tell me about how he’d cut out the heart of every man who’s ever looked at me with lust and give it to me as an offering. yaaaay
aside from those... words of affirmation(?), he’d not super affectionate unless we’re messing around (uknowwhatimsayin)
Dario knows how to treat a girl tho like yessss f*ck me and tell me how’d you kill me
long fingers. need I say more?
When me and Dario bang, he likes to name drop the other guys, especially Gael
“look at you unraveling without permission... Gael’s been spoiling you. Looks like I’ll have to retrain you, hm?” or “He doesn’t make you cry like this, does he?” gay ass why are you thinking about another man's performance during sex
Love my crazy ass man fr
Matt
this absolute fucking loser
like get him out of my sight
but also I wanthispenis so bad
horny. always
me yes but mostly him
I be getting ready for school and Matt will smack my ass like “heeey daisy dukes, wanna skip? spend the day with your incredibly sexy and horny boyfriend?” like yes no sir my education is important... “I can miss first period”
spoils me yup idc he got that hacker money which he spends on those nerdy ass collectables and me
watching horror movies together except he actually tells me when things are scary and lets me know before hand
ME NOT LETTING HIM KNOW IM TERRIFIED OF SPECIFICALLY SCREAM AND HIM PUTTING IT ON LIKE “This one’s good. Beginner friendly since you’re a scaredy cat” and me seeing Casey like oh no
thinks most of the apocalyptic movies i watch are boring but watches them with me anyways
OMG OUR MUSIC TASTES.
ARE SOOOOOOO DIFF
like hes emo and rock but not classic rock because “just cause its old doesnt make it classic. what sucked back then still sucks now” ok controversial kinggg
like he listens to Evanescence, Deftones, Greenday (on occasion), Slipknot etc
and I listen to like don omar, daddy yankee, kesha etc
so we tolerate each others music taste (i like what he listens to more then he likes mine *sobbign*)
theres no smooth transition to this so: when we first started dating he like. had no desire to dance at all and like ok cool and id dance with other guys but SOMETIMES. I WANNA DANCE WITH MY BOYFRIEND.
and so freddy came in and was like “hey man you gotta dance with your girl” and matt basically said that dancing is stupid and he cant do it and Freddy just looked at him like: are you dumb
basically pushed him into letting me teach him to dance and even tho hes not the best hes more comfortable doing it and actually has a desire to dance with me so <3
he thinks it's funny to mess with the younger guys. will go out of his way to do so
*Matt, Miguel, and I together for some reason in the car* “hey, this is the song we hooked up to last night-” “Matt- shut the fuck up.” “whaaat, I'm joking, relax.” He's laughing as he watches Miguel try not to scream from the back seat (like Matt is an actual asshole)
Is terrified of Dario but he feels like he has the upper hand since he’s dating me and offers something Dario cant give, therefore he’s safe
Out of all the guys, he’s the least jealous. He feels like he’s the one that holds the most cards, so he isn’t worried about the other guys
Justin Long still exists (cause I said so) and he looks very similar to Matt
*Matt and I cuddling, watching a Justin long movie* “... I’d make out with him.” “C’mon, him? I could beat the shit out of that guy.”
Eddie hates being around when Matt is home for me
even tho they're besties, Eddie would prefer to not be around to hear the things that go on in my bedroom
Matt..... lord Matt................ sex with matt got me salivating
he takes his time- and no, it's not cause he wants to be romantic or whatever, he takes his time so he can see me cry
loves c*ckwarming he loves it
Sitting on his lap while he plays his stupid nerd games, penis in coochie, he livin the life stayin in there
Or if he’s really stressed he’ll just put it in whatever hole (mouth or cooter) he feels like and leave it in there
he loves fucking when the other guys are around it gives him such an ego boost covering my mouth with his hand and then “oops, hand slipped, hope they didn’t hear” yes you do you asshole
honestly he thinks trying to cover up noises is more erotic than letting others hear
LOVES TO RECORD US TOO. all of it is locked up securely but “look at you, so fucking desperate... show your other boyfriends how braindead you are for me.” He does, however, send the more tame videos to the other guys. “You know I couldn't not send them that video, who am I to withhold art from them?” asshole
HES THE ONE WHO SAID “i love you” FIRST I STAND BY THIS (SAID IT TWICE BEFORE ME.)
FIRST TIME: We where having sex and it was like, vanilla, unintentionally super romantic (surprising, i know), and while im there... bouncing on his PENIS. HE SAYS IT
“Fuck, holy shit- I love you, so much.” All broken moan yeah this is explicitly horny but idc I LOVE HIM
Never brought it up after he said it, but the SECOND TIME:
I WAS GONNA WRITE ABOUT IT BUT U KNOW WHAT THATS A FIC PROMPT... BYE
aside from sex tho he’s genuinely so affectionate. He’ll lay in my lap, cuddle on the couch, sit me in his lap while hes doing his computer stuff, tangle himself into me in whoever's bed, he needs some sort of physical contact or else he cannot function
“babebabebabe, just stay here a little longer.” “Eddie’s gonna walk in soon.” “I’ll take the lecture, just let me hold you for a bit.”
PDA is the same too he needs to feel me or else he’ll be irritating
sobbing so hard and like he GOT AN IPOD because he wanted to have a thing with me
“hey i got this can you help me out with it?” LIKE KNOWING DAMN WELL HE DOESNT NEED ANY HELP FROM ME
and like i jail break it for him and like show him themes n shit
and he finds it so tedious to get music so hes like “hey do you mind downloading music? It’s such a pain in the ass” and im like “YES I LOVE YOU.” and i download shit for him bc i love him and i love downloading music and i come back and he’s like “you’re the best i love u”
AND EVEN THO HE FINDS IT TEDIOUS
HE STEALS MY IPOD AND LEAVES PLAYLISTS ON THERE LIKEEEE.......
BRO PLEASE
an actual baby
I LOVE YOU MATT
Bill
HATES MY MUSIC TASTE LIKE ACTUALLY I CANT GET OVER IT
HE CANT STAND IT
“C’mon xolo, this is barely music- let me put something of culture on, like Van Halen!” (i tried shut up)
lets me paints his nails love that for us
HE. HE. HE.... CROP TOPS
wears more when he realizes it makes me drool
I feel like him and Miguel really bond over music. Miguel is super into rock of the 80′s so at least they got each other a little
hiii sandra u already KNOW how awesome the double dates are SKRRRT
He’s stubborn. thats it.
imma be real wit you i have MINIMAL head canons cause idk *crying emoji* its hard writing for him
I STILL WANNA KISS U BILL IM SORRY
Gael
FINALLY GAEL
everything is in spanish, he shit talks the other guys in spanish and only Miguel and Dario knows what hes saying
“Puedo ver al ecuatoriano, pero ¿ese güero? ¿en serio?” “yes, so be nice” (he thinks bill is so annoying)
literally the most gentleman ever
opens car doors for me, insists on paying for everything etc. He grew up in the “ men always provide” enviorment
He loves spending time with me which is hard since i have to juggle 5 other babies
aka hes a lil needy but also is an adult so. he gets that i need space
he is a little crazy like its in him you just gotta trigger it...
Dario triggers it
fucking hates dario but theyre like frenemies i swear.
“No sabía que estabas con Xolo.” / “No necesitabas saber.” (the passive aggressiveness between these two i swear)
Gael loves hugs so much he can do it for hours
He also loves dancing. mans is a romantic, he will dim the room lights, play some Pepe Aguilar and pull me into him
we listen to a lot of spanish music, loves singing Alejandro Fernandez’ heartbroken boleros to me as we clean either of our houses
“si alguna vez me dejas, nunca me recuperaré.”
Out of everyone, we fight the most
He feels like more of an adult compared to everyone else, so he thinks hes the most mature
when in reality hes just as stupid as everyone else
HES ALSO THE ONE WHO GETS THE MOST JEALOUS
its so bad
its slightly okay from anyone within the circle but anyone outside the circle? yeah no he becomes homicidal
*guy tryna holla at me in a club* “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?” “She’s not by herself.”
Tiny compared to the other adults, same height as Bill (5′7) and one inch shorter then Miguel. It infuriates him
PART ONE BC THERE IS A LOT. rn this is just about my family and the whole cartel shit. Next post is gonna be abt me, my life livin and uhm......... probs relationships w/ everyone else lol cause these mfs are FINE.
Obvi we’re going with Narcos Mexico, duh. I’m going in the middle-lateish bit of S1 bc I said so…. HERES MY BACKGROUND
heres a river 4 u. ANYWAYS we're in Guaymas, Sonora. My abuelos is the creator of the Guaymas cartel, one of the biggest distributors of narcotics and transporters to the US.
My abuelos are wit the shits especially my abuela Donna (thats her shes a güera but shes hella Mexican). She deadass built her ENTIRE empire before my abuelo got involved. Sadly she is dead. She died when I was like 14 from a brain aneurysm. Literally everyone who she was partnered with paid their respects, even bitches she didn't fw paid their respects too.
(hes not gonna be my abuelo ill update it when I got time) yeah anyways Donna kickstarted the business and my abuelo Gonzalo helped with whatever. Abuelo has a jewelry business so hes got his own lil thing. They actually partnered after they got together. Abuela would entice future partners by giving them one of abuelos chains or rings and in return, she'd provide drugs for whoever abuelo wanted to get on his business plan. #powercouple right?
NOW OK I HEAR YOU "get to the empire! what do they do???" OKAY FINE.
One of the things they distribute is MDMA! before it was appropriated and watered down by white ravers in the states, one of the most popular versions of molly in the 80's-90's was MDMA Mexicana. It's rare now but back then shit was hittin bro.
Another thing they got is azúcar del diablo which is another pill. It was made on accident by Donna lol but basically its a versital drug. The base already gets you vibing but add a diff plant and the effects change hard. It's almost all natural too only a lil bit of chemicals to enhance the add ons effects.
Pills are the specialty, but power is common too. Its effects are similar to the pill but its easier to crave. (the drug is p addictive if ur not careful always bc the effects are...........................)
So yeah basically they mostly did pills, but working with Guadalajara, they moved weed and later coke to TJ. Since Guaymas is like, way closer, which gave them a cut of the product for them to sell as well as the price for transportation.
Donna was the most respected drug lord in Mexico. From her rise to the bottom to the top as a woman was quite literally insane. She was shaking hands with every single mofo and returning betrayal tenfold.
Gonzalo is pretty highly thought of too. He also started from the bottom and came out on top as one of the most popular jewelry brands in Mexico. Literally almost everyone hes cool with has something on his. When Donna died, Gonzalo took over operations and never remarried.
They have four kids (in order of oldest to youngest): Enrique, Tenoch, Rodrigo (he and Tenoch are twins) and Geraldo.
Enrique didn't wanna be associated w/ the family's DRUG ACTIVITIES bc hes a musician so he kinda left the family? Changed his last name to Reyes and has his own family. Him and I are cool and he swings by on important family functions like he doesn't hate his family but he doesn't want that life.
Tenoch has his own tequila business. seriously really good n all. He and I are really close, if I'm not with Gonzalo or Rodrigo then I'm with Tenoch. Hes like the cool tio, he doesnt have any kids so he treats me like I'm his own. After Enrique left and Donna's death, Gonzalo expected him to want to be apart of the business as well (since hes the second oldest) and he kind of is but he didn't like working under Gonzalo so he started his own thing. He's still involved to sell n shit cause hes good at smooth talking and like traffic shit into the states cause alcohol can cross but drugs cant???? anyways...
Rodrigo is basically runner-up to the cartel if Gonzalo dies or retires. He and Gonzalo work really well together, tbh Rodrigo works well with most people. He's really smart but isn't so much of a business talker so he leaves that to Tenoch. Rodrigo is really generous like you wouldn't expect it from looking at him but he really is kind n shit. He's gotta cover it up tho or else he'd get shot lol.
He and I are close too since I'm mostly with him. He takes the whole taking care of me as seriously as Tenoch, mainly because he also thinks I shouldn't be surrounded by this stuff but te repartieron una mala mano de cartas. That's why he and Tenoch lowkey beef because Rodrigo thinks its safer to be in the crossfire with someone whos deep in it and Tenoch thinks that I should live with him because he lives like across the country.
Okay... Geraldo.... whatever hes a douchebag. Hi this this my father. Hes apart of the cartel too. imma be so real wit u, hes really like the annoying little brother. Hes involved with the cartel but hes gone for months at a time doing god knows what. Hes always got bands on him when he comes back tho so he probably does business when hes out. Rodrigo and Tenoch don't really fw him but since hes helping Rodrigo out he has to tolerate him. Even tho they work together, they do different shit. Geraldo does more of the military work; getting the police and their own soldados together n shit. Aye, violent men are a magnet for each other.
LASTLY IS ADOLFO SUARÉZ :(((( Adolfo's basically like my muscle/bodyguard. He’s ALWAYS around I never catch a break plus he’s so annoying n funny like shut the fuck up? Anyways he’s basically devoted to my family and I’s protection because my Abuelo basically saved him. Dudes a great shot even if he doesn’t look that tough lolzers. But yeah he’s cool
DAMN U READ A LOT. okay so here's how the cartel is now (sometime in the 1980s).
Its poppin tbh. Like rn Kiki's murder is being hella investigated, Miguel Felix got the feds on his ass, idk where Rafas at and Neto is doing god knows what but aye at least we're still standing lol. Pills are getting pretty popular but they're still somewhat underground??? The TJ cartel is a partner-partner now that Guadalajara getting fucked.
heyyy Today we're writing the first time Matt said "I love you" lol anyways as you know Matt/Xolo, me being in high school and him being like, 25. Problematic? yes. Cute? double yes. also birthday content for him *sobbing
---UBER UNEDITED AND TOTALLY CRINGE---
This girl would be the death of Matt, he was sure.
She had him checking his phone, his inbox- hell, even his letter slot for any sort of contact. She was busy, he knew, but damn, she couldn't give him one text?
He contemplated texting her first while he tore apart some source code some dumbass clearly didn't know how to write and rebuilt it for fun.
He glanced over to his phone before picking it up and throwing it across the room. They didn't have anything serious, did they? Would it be weird if he called her? Their relationship status was barely grasping boyfriend-girlfriend levels. She wasn't a Jersey native and only visited every month for a couple of days. An across the country friends with benefits situation that turned to something more on his part.
He didn't want to make her think that he liked her more than she liked him, or worse, he didn't want her to be turned off if she did like him and thought he was clingy or desperate.
Matt didn't even know why he was stressing himself out. I mean, the signs were obvious- she clearly liked him in more than a spring-break-fling way. He was the one who didn't want to label it at the time, but she didn't have any problems with that either, so there was a possibility that she wasn't into him other than using him for dick.
Matt shut off his monitor and walked over to his couch, aimlessly flipping through the channels. God, why was this a struggle? He wasn't lovesick, he made girls lovesick. His usual demographic where library girls who where shy and giggly when he talked to him. The kind of girls who where new to the dating world.
Xolo was the opposite. Once she and him hooked up, he figured she'd be in tears, distraught after he didn't call her. He lost his mind when he saw her flirting with a waiter who ended up buying her a meal. She was totally fine with just sex, no emotional attachments. And here Matt was, emotionally attached.
What time was it for her? If Jerseys three hours ahead of California... that means it's roughly around 12:21 PM over there. It was in the middle of her culinary class. She hated culinary for the most part, he wondered what she'd be doing now.
His mind focused back on the TV, flickering through a series of boring channels. Hockey, Fox, Martha Stewart... the Secret Life of an American Teenager. The show that Xolo would watch constantly, Matt remembered after they had sex at her house, she went to go make herself a snack and put that stupid show on.
Fuck it. He walked over, grabbed his phone from the floor and clicked her contact.
"Crepes arent your strong suit." Chef commented as Xolo flipped a crumbled-up egg crepe onto a sheet pan.
"It appears not to be." She agreed. Her phone buzzed, making her check the contact. She looked up at Chef and pulled her phone out. "Can I take this real quick?" she asked. Chef nodded, allowing Xolo to step away from the kitchen.
"Hey," he greeted when he heard her pick up. Matt took a mental deep breath to steady his nerves before continuing, he'd just start small. "You busy?"
"I was on the stove fucking up some crepes before you saved me," he could hear her smile from the phone. "What's up?"
"Nothing much, bored out of my mind. I was watching TV and saw that show you're obsessed with." He tried to sound cool, as if he were only casually interested and not obsessively wanting to talk to her all day. "The one about the pregnant girl in high school?"
"Aw, does teenage pregnancy remind you of me?" She asked, waving to her friends who watched her leave the kitchen.
Matt couldn't help but chuckle at that statement.
"Not usually," he replied. "but I was thinking about having you like that before you left."
"God, if I came back to California pregnant, you are not just gonna have Eddie to worry about." That was another thing Matt found so interesting; Xolo had this whole other life aside from her small one in Jersey. She talked about it, but he desperately wanted to explore it.
"So, what's going on?" She questioned him, walking outside. "Teenage Pregnancy isn't our usual topic of discussion. Calling cause you miss me?"
"Maybe," Matt grinned. "I just wanted to hear your voice."
"When did you get so lame, Farrell?" She teased. "Careful, some may think you're into me."
Matt could imagine that smirk plastered across her lips. He let his mind wander, allowing his imagination to run wild as he imagined her face. Her eyes were dark, and her hair was long and thick. She would always wear it with a pencil, and he loved that- he had no idea how she did it.
Matt shrugged, attempting to keep his cool. "Guilty." Xolo laughed lightly, Matt almost forgot how beautiful she sounded. Her laugh was the most amazing thing in the world to him. God, if anyone could read his mind, they'd bully him for being so in love with this girl.
"Send me a selfie, I'm in dire need of some indecent material."
"You only love me for my looks."
Matt smiled softly. "Can't help it, let me live. It would be nice to see you in person, wont have to rely on photos and my imagination."
"Matt, I was just there like, two weeks ago." She responded. "You can't miss me that much."
"My soul yearns for you, Xolo. How does that one quote go?" He looked up, thinking for a moment. "I burn, I pine, I perish... or whatever he says."
"10 Things I hate about you... Now all you're missing is a big grand gesture, then you'll own my heart." she laughed deeply. She wasn't being completely serious, but the idea of her being solely his didn't bother Matt by any means.
"Oh please," he started. "You know I already got it."
"Then you should be able to hold off from seeing me for another... month or so?"
"A month?" he almost gasped, sitting up straight. "Are you serious?"
"I already missed two weeks last time I went up to Jersey." She laughed. "I'm graduating, but after graduation, my friends and I are going to Arizona. That'll suck up some money for sure. Trips across the country are something you gotta plan for, which I didn't do last time."
"If you're worried about money, I can- what do the kids say-? Fly you out? I'm practically your sugar daddy."
"You could just... wait a month." She reiterated.
"Or I could make the four-hour flight, the forty-one-hour drive."
"Well aren't you a romantic." Xolo mused. "Hey, I gotta go, but I'll call you after school, okay?"
"Okay, okay. I love you." Matt said consciously, a bit nervous about her response. He had been thinking of saying those words the whole call, but the minute he did, he couldn't help but feel like he just shot himself.
"I love you too. Later masturbator." She giggled before hanging up.
Matt laid back against the couch, partially glad he got that out. His phone buzzed, a text message from Xolo.
Since ur such a baby and can't wait. Here u go.
A selfie of her with a smile as she held up half a heart with her hand.
He sighed and tapped his screen, making the photo his wallpaper.
If there where words the office could use to describe Xolo, it would be the most negative words that come to mind.
“She acts like she owns the place.”
“She can’t take a joke.”
“She told me to re-do all of my reports.”
“She said my cat was ugly.”
“She’s too cocky.”
“She is a total bitch.”
These descriptions weren't entirely wrong either.
becoming one of the youngest Lawyers in New York was an accomplishment in of itself, but to then move up the career ladder of the nations most well known law firms? That could give anyone a big ego.
Walking out of a courthouse, Xolo walked through the paparazzi that threw themselves at her.
“Is it true that your clients internet history had incriminating evidence?!”
“Do you even have hope for this case?!”
Xolo adjusted her sunglasses and spotted her ride from across the group.
“I don't want to answer questions right now.” she responded, cutting through the cameras and jumping into the car.
As the driver made their way back to the office, Xolo took off her sunglasses and fixed her hair.
"Christ," she muttered, putting her seatbelt on.
"You okay?" Alison asked.
Alison was Xolo’s friend from work (as well as roommate). She was the secretary to the Chief Legal Officer at the firm they worked at. She was the one who snuck Xolo an interview spot, knocking out a Courtney Weaver from the time slot.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a bunch of reporters and paparazzi." Xolo responded, resting her head against the seat's head rest.
Alison nodded sympathetically.
"There’s so many eyes on this case, especially since those true crime youtubers found out about it." Alison remarked.
Xolo sighed.
"Yeah," she mumbled, "don’t remind me, and it doesn’t help that my phone’s been acting up at the courthouse, I still haven’t gotten that email from Daniel. I really needed it today.”
They continued to drive in silence, until Xolo pulled out her phone to check her emails.
A frown appeared on her face when she saw something was missing.
"Is Daniel in today?" Xolo refreshed her email, just to make sure it wasn’t her end.
Alison nodded, a confused look on her face.
"I saw him talking to Kate before I left. Why do you ask?"
"He was supposed to email me an important file for the case before the trial." Xolo groaned, feeling the annoyance bubble in her. “I thought maybe my phone wasn’t working cause of the reception at the courthouse, but it’s working fine now, and I still don’t have the email.” she covered her face and screamed into her sleeves trying to muffle the sounds of her anger.
Daniel had been Xolo’s assistant for three months, and he was completely and utterly incompetent. The only reason why Xolo allowed him stay was because she couldn’t find someone else to replace him. Daniel couldn’t get a simple lemonade for Xolo when she asked him to grab her one, he couldn’t organize files the way they needed to be organized, and he talked waaay too much to the new intern Kate, who had just turned 19.
Daniel couldn’t even type well.
Xolo tapped on Daniel’s contact and called him.
"Hi boss." he answered.
Xolo pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Where was that email I needed for today?" Xolo asked, taking deep breaths and trying to calm herself down.
Daniel laughed quietly.
"Ahh.. that was today?" Daniel began.
"Oh my god." Xolo scoffed.
“Just tell me you called Marcus about the architectural suggestions.”
Daniel chuckled nervously.
“You gotta be fucking-” Xolo screamed again and rolled down her window. With all her force, she threw her phone out onto the traffic of the road.
It wasn’t until she saw Alisons widen she realized what she had done.
“I’m gonna kill him.” Xolo huffed angrily.
By the time they got to the firms building, a pathway had already cleared for the clearly angry girl.
She and Alison reached their floor, and as if she sniffed him out, she spotted Daniel and snapped her fingers.
“Daniel! My office!” she shouted, anger bubbling as she saw him jump away from Kate and follow her into her office.
Alison shook her head and went to her desk.
Xolo entered her office, and when Daniel followed, she closed the door behind her and spun around to face him, glaring daggers at the man.
She took a threatening step towards him, “Do you know why I’m upset?” Xolo questioned him.
Daniel tried to avoid her gaze, “Cuz’ I didn’t send the email?” He stammered.
Xolo nodded with him, “because you didn’t send the email. Do you know how that makes me look? When my client has a severe anxiety disorder and I’m the one who has to step up, except i have nothing for his defense?”
Daniel rolled his eyes, causing Xolo to scoff.
Xolo turned away from him and leaned against her desk, facing the front of the room.
“You know what, you clearly don’t respect me as your boss, and you cannot follow the simplest of instructions, so you’re fired.” Xolo glanced over to Daniel. “Hand me your pager and planner.” she demanded.
It was Daniel’s turn to scoff.
“Yeah, okay.” Daniel shook his head and threw his pager on the ground, “I quit, I can’t handle the nagging, the absolute pain in the ass you are.”
Xolo crossed her arms and tilted her head at Daniel.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that asking for files in a timely matter was nagging, I’ve always thought it was your incompetence.”
Daniel laughed and turned to her door. He slammed it opened and walked out.
“I am so glad you’re letting me go, because if I had to work for you any longer, I would’ve killed myself.” Daniel shouted into the office, catching everyone’s attention.
Xolo clenched her jaw and glared at him.
“And no one here would fault me either, cause you’re a compete and total bitch!”
“Yeah, okay. Goodluck trying to find another kid intern to fuck, ‘barely legal teen with braces humiliates small cock’.” Xolo called out. David’s eyes widen as his face rushed with blood.
“Next time you wanna watch porn on company time, do it on your phone and not the computer we provide, you borderline pedophile.” Xolo replied, before everyone scurried to their respective areas at the sound of a glass door opening.
David glanced over at the Chief Legal Officer, who had stepped out of his office to see what the disorder was about.
Marcus looked at the scene and then quickly turned his head toward David, “If you’ve been terminated, you may leave. You’ll get your final paycheck at the end of the month.”
David nodded and started to grab his things.
Marcus’ attention went over to Xolo, “My office, now” He ordered.
Once both were seated inside his office, Marcus turned to look at Xolo.
“What the hell, Xolo?” he questioned.
“He failed to do simple tasks, Mr. Dermont-!” she exclaimed.
“and so you resort to calling him a pedophile? Listen Xolo, word on the street is that this case isn’t going well. Some are saying it’s gonna be your first loss in two years, a mans life is in your hands.” Marcus spoke sternly.
He placed his hands on his desk and leaned closer to Xolo, placing his elbows on it.
“And I get it, I was a little older then you when I dealt with my first criminal case like this, but this isn’t judge Judy, this is real life. You need to get your shit together, or else I’ll have to demote you to BS cases and parking tickets, is that clear?” Marcus inquired, raising a brow.
Xolo sighed and nodded.
“Yes, Sir.”
Xolo stood up and left Marcus’ office and closed the door. She leaned against Alisons desk and covered her face.
“What was that?” Alison questioned, concern written across her features.
“That was him telling me to stop doing stupid shit and that if i fail this case, I’m going back to parking ticket cases.” Xolo groaned as she buried her head in her hands.
Alison frowned. "How about we order thai for dinner? we can also post a job offer so you can find a new assistant."
“Yesss, thank you, Alison. Let me finish up my reports and I’ll see you in a few.”
Thomas poked at his blue friend’s face, drinks facing them on the bar they sat at.
“Hey buddy, come on.” Thomas pestered Ben, who only groaned in response.
“Let me wallow in my dispair.” Ben whined as he took a sip of his cheap liquor.
Thomas sighed, trying to find the right words to help his friend.
“Okay dude… I know you’ve had a tough week-”
“if you mean getting fired by your 9-5 and getting dumped by your girlfriend, then yeah, I’ve had a pretty tough week.” Ben sarcastically interrupted.
“I’m just saying, the faster you get on your feet, the faster you can move on.” Thomas explained.
Ben stared at him for a few seconds. “so what I’m hearing is that you want me to start applying to jobs after I just got fired three days ago?”
Thomas nodded, “Just apply to a shit ton of jobs man. it’ll be good, even if you get rejected by half of them.”
The taxi ride home to their shared apartment had been filled with job ideas. Security guard, Zumba instructor, dog walker and plumber where thrown out there, but when they arrived home, Ben and Thomas applied everywhere. They even applied to the shitty McDonalds a block away.
Ben scrolled on his laptop, only stopping when Thomas pointed something out.
“Oh, dude- look.” Thomas tapped the screen.
Ben raised his brows, looking at Thomas. He laughed and shook his head.
“An assistant? Really?” he asked, incredulously.
Thomas shrugged “Why not? I mean, you applied to the place that spit in your coke?”
Ben nodded, not wanting to be reminded of it.
"okay, okay, I’ll do it." Ben announced.
Almost an hour had passed before any place got back to him.
A small notification popped up on the top right of Ben’s screen.
“Look, it’s that assistant job.” Ben showed Thomas, who leaned closer.
“What’d they say?”
He clicked the notification to open it.
“Thank you for applying... we would like to get to know you more... confirm interview date..!” Ben read the message aloud.
“Sick!” Thomas stepped away from Ben, holding out his fist.
Ben bumped his fist with Thomas’ and confirmed the interview date.
Ben stood from his place at the table and walked over to his room. “I have an interview in two days to prepare for, wish me luck!” he waved off to his friend before retreating to his room for the night.
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— Relationships |
Wife.
Annabelle “Anna” Molina
Kids.
Derek Molina
— Career |
Occupation.
Professor, Harvard + Stanford
Lawyer, semi-active
Teaching Status.
Harvard; Criminal Law & Procedure (beg. Int. Adv.)
Stanford; Spanish language (Adv.), Linguistics (Beg. Int.)
— Personality |
INTELLIGENT. Both academically and street wise. He’s always had a fascination for everything. If he finds someone interesting, he wants to know everything about them and truly explore who they are to further grow his knowledge on people. He sees it as a learning opportunity.
AMBITIOUS. Gabriel is not the type to start something and not finish it. He works hard to finish things to the fullest, he will not leave a project behind.
MANIPULATIVE. Gabe gets what he wants and doesn’t care on how he has to get it. He’s never satisfied, and he’s always looking for something more. He doesn’t mind lying or spreading the truth to gain what he wants.
HAUGHTY. His status gives him great pride. He worked hard to be at the place he is now. His mind sees himself as superior to certain people. However, he is also an opportunist, and will mingle with whoever if he needs something.
COMPASSIONATE. Alex has a big family. He’s a husband with three kids. Plus, the kids his friends hang out with don’t usually tend to have caring fathers/families, so they usually come to him. Along with being a nurse, it’s clear to see that he cares about people. Especially those he’s close with.
PRAGMATIC. He goes by what makes sense in the moment; the most practical solution- even if it’s not the most logical one. He’s realistic and thinks about what will solve the situation in the best way possible.
INDULGENT. He has a hard time saying no. He’s not a push over per-se, he’s just overly empathetic. His childhood was terrible, so he doesn’t want anyone to feel like he isn’t unreliable with their issues. Although this may be a good trait, people end up taking advantage of his kindness.
RETICENT. His whole life, he’s been taught not to speak unless spoken to. Back in the day, his opinions and words where met with backlash, so he kept it to himself. He’s not afraid to speak, but he is aware of who his audience is and won’t speak on things when he isn’t comfortable with whoever he’s around. Unless he feels the need to, which is rare.
SPONTANEOUS. If there’s one thing that David can do consistently, it’s doing random shit at random times. He loves surprising his friends or girlfriends with something, even if it’s small. He likes to tap on his friends window and drag them out the house at two in the morning so they can go to the beach. He’s fun-loving and is always a good time.
MERCIFUL. David isn’t one to hold a grudge. If someone’s wronged him, he always assumes that there’s a reason for it. He doesn’t immediately bite back (unless someone is directing their hostility to his friends), and he’s willing to hear a person out so they can squash the beef. He doesn’t live in the past.
UNFAITHFUL. He has a habit of not committing to people who aren’t his friends, especially girlfriends he has. He’s known as a fuckboy around the block, and while he genuinely doesn’t mean to, he just doesn’t know how to not whore out.
COMBATIVE. While he doesn’t hold grudges, he most definitely doesn’t hold back in the moment. David likes a good fight. He won’t start anything, but if there’s someone coming for his friends or him, he will not stay silent.
