#señor trunks!

[kitkat-the-muffin]

Reason #1 why Robbie Daymond is my favorite voice actor ^

[atvace]

Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 1: Drug Projectile

Masterlist

Another Part Of Me - Michael Jackson

"KILL YOURSELF, MORON", a driver shouts at you after you jolted your foot down on the gas pedal, acting like you've got 9 fucking lives. Breaking all traffic laws known to Los Angeles. you drift through three different red lights. The sound of hundreds of cars honking at you is music to your ears.

"CAN'T YOU SEE ! You're just another part of me HEE HEE"; you sang with the song on the radio as you drift-parked in front of Waffle House. You see a familiar face in a yellow jacket and dirty blue jeans, leaning on the trunk of his silver pony car. You open your driver's car door and slam it loud enough for him to get startled and look over your way.

He drops his cigarette and furrows his eyebrow. Looking at you walk towards him like a total model. A tight, short skirt. 8-inch black boot heels that are sharp enough to kill. A dusty white tank top, and a long white trench coat that you let dangle down your shoulders, making it look like a cape.

Your left hand is occupied by a mini Lady Dior white Cannage Lambskin bag, worth the tuition fees of three private university students. You radiate fashion with your pink-white heart-shaped sunglasses at the brick of your nose to your neatly styled fresh out-of-salon hair. "Heyyy Ricky. got the goodies I need?" You walk towards his trunk, watching him open the back. "yeah yeah princess, I got you.

The trunk reveals a few bags of nameless drugs, which come in a variety of different colors. Blue, white, and even pink.

Beside it, a pack of a c4 explosives. Your eyes scan the amount of wires attached around the sides of the explosive. "you know this cost twice that thing." He scoffs and nudges your purse. "fucking excuse you, this bad baby cost more than your fuckin net worth, TWICE." You hug your bag at your chest. he rolled his eyes and placed his hand on his hips then sighed.

"Cash App or Zelle?" he looks at you with one raised eyebrow. Lowkey looking like the rock meme. "just Cash." You smile softly at him, showing a brown bag supposedly full of cash.

Sirens echo from behind. "Step away from the car." a police officer demands, a few metres from where you and Rick are parked. There were two of them, they might've been watching for a good while. You gaze towards the officer facing them as Rick sighs in frustration and looked down at his trunk.

"Ola señor, como esta?" you confidently laugh while raising your hands to your side. "Ma'am, please step away from the car." the officer said again. "h-heyy what's wrong officers? It's a good night ain't it, it's best we chill, no?" you lent out your hand and raised your eyebrow, clearly not trying to rizz up the police. "Just do it now, ma'am. nobody needs to get hurt if you just-" The police's shout got cut off as Rick holds your neck back and plants the muzzle of his gun at your head.

The two police draw their guns in reflex but to their confusion, you're laughing. "oh gyat dayum-" you hug your purse to your chest. "Take it easy buddy," the police aimed his gun towards Rick. "you don't wanna do that." The other police continued.

"oh fuck yeah, I wanna do this. I'll kill this bitch and then kill the both of you bastards" Rick shouted in defense. "oh no he don't, officer, he just playin." You wheezed and waved your hand jokingly. "oh hell no i ain't playing." Rick's grip got tighter and the the muzzle shifted to the side of your eyes.

"yes he is-"

"No, I'm not"

"YES he is"

"IM NOT PLAYIN" Rick shouts back, looking at you with horrified eyes. "drop the gun, Now" the officer demanded. "aw come on officer, just go back to your car and leave. He's just playin' dawg." you smiled and pointed at the police car. "I can't do that ma'am, alright? you're in danger" the officer gripped his gun tighter as you scoff.

"I'm gonna blow this bitch's head all over and paint the floor with her blood!" Rick threatened, you gave him a funny look. "not on my purse..right?" you tilt your head to look at him. He sharply stares at the officer, not answering you. His silence makes your smile drop. "..not on my purse..right?"

"just turn the fuck around and go get back inside your car, asshole. buy some fucking donuts." Rick clucked his gun and aimed it back to your head, loosened his grip. You sighed and rubbed the knuckles of your hand. "alright officer, you see, we're good pals. Lemme go on and talk to him alright? We homie, officer" you raised your hand to the police, gesturing for them to calm down. You swiftly faced Rick, and punch his lower jaw hard enough that a tooth bolts out of his mouth. His body limped to the ground, not making a sound.

You raise your hand to the side of your head now facing and standing alone in front of the officers who are now drawing the gun at you. "alright? cool?" you reassured the policemen. "He's down, now guns down, no hostage situation alright? now can you get inside your car-" "I'm sorry, ma'am you'll have to put your hands behind your head and get on the floor." the officer stated again.

Your mouth falls agape ,slightly offended. "I ain't takin no orders from your ugly ass, unless you're Leon Kennedy then I might consider!" you shout as you point at them. "just put your hands in the fucking air!" the other officer yelled. "sir, everything is cool, I.. I uh" you paused and looked at both of them in the eyes.

You gestured your eyes telling them to move. But they both seemed confused. They didn't get the hint of your eyes. Then suddenly, Rick looked up from the ground, shooting two of the officer in the legs. They both groaned in pain and dropped their guns.

You jumped over Rick's limping body towards your car, which received another groan from him. you slid through the front cabin and towards the shotgun, quickly grabbing the revolver that you stored in the dashboard. You ran and bent in front of the police, aiming your gun at Rick who took cover behind his car. "I fuckin TOLD you to just get in the car." you bent to his level, he grunts in annoyance and pain.

Rick managed to get inside his car and got out of the lot and towards the main road. you shot the back wheels making his car wobble uncontrollably. With three bullets left, you shot the trunk open and ran to get a closer position, jumping from one car to another (suprisingly swiflty with your 8 inch heels) you shot one bullet and heard him shouting.

"MATE, I'VE GOT A FUCKING C4. STOP SHOOTING" Rick opens the driver's door and jumped out of the car as you shot your last bullet directly at the c4 from afar,creating a huge explosion hitting the red lights followed by honkings from civilians on the scene.

"Fuck yeah!" you swayed your hair, dropping your gun down to your coat pocket, running towards Rick's staggered body to stomp on him with your 8-inch boot heels, you knock him out cold.

"oh Rick, you're so babygirl," you say kneeling down on him "if only you weren't on the FBI's most wanted list." Cuffing his wrist behind him and heaving him like a duffle bag. Lifting a heavy weight like this is no problem for you, it's simply child's play. you're a strong woman with an inhuman power but still execute things in a stylish way.

You walked out of the scene with fire, chaos, and people chattering in the background, "Chief, this is (Y/N). Your Amazon wishlist is wrapped and ready to mail." you said into your earpiece.

[FBI public Department ]

"He was wanted! why should I get demoted?!" you aggressively pointed down on your Major Colonel's desk. "I saw odds, I risked it. that ain't public destruction. That's an obstute mission execution." You pursed your fingers like a mad Italian when they see someone bifurcate spaghetti to fit inside the pot.

"(Y/N), your actions for the last mission were supposed to be stealthy. You caused a whole fucking commotion; I had to convince the LAPD it was- oh for fuck's sake I've had enough for you." He rubbed his temples in annoyance, facing the American flag with exactly 50 stars.

"nobody can fucking do the job, I did it fucking well and you know that, chief." You gripped your fist and held it to your chest.

"That motherfucker Maddie can't even stay undercover for 5 minutes, bitch got held hostage and I saved her ass. Kate Laswell got surrounded by some fucking Russians in her mission trying to catch Makarov, I saved her ass. For fucks sake I even got the fucking intel for Hadir's location."

You shift yourself towards the side of the chief. "YOU got blackmailed by those Serbians because you forgot to turn on your VPN whilst trying to access a public WiFi to beat your meat-"

"Fucking enough, (y/n)." you flinched as Chief Artofay raised his voice at you, facing you and walked towards you. "you get the fuck out of my office or I'll fucking axe you out of this fucking department for greater fucking good. You choose." He glared at you with dark eyes. "I notified General Sheperd about your demotion," He continue "There's a spot for you, finally I can take a fucking break from all your bullshit!" he hissed. you rolled your eyes as he looked outside his window, "not that old fat fuck" you muttered beneath your breath.

"What was that?" he turns to you, glaring again. "Nothing, Chief." You bit your tongue. There was a slight silence between the two of you. You didn't like it. The thought of being replaced was never imaginable for you. It's surprisingly making you sad.

"Then what the fuck are you doing here, get the fuck out of my office!" He slammed a folder full of papers to his desk and shouted at you to get out of his sight. "YOU DIDN'T FUCKING DISMISS ME" You snatched the folder and raged out of his office, slamming the door behind.

"FUCK YOU, (Y/N)" his last regards could be heard from outside his office. You scoffed and look down at the folder. A policeman seemed concerned of the fuss, he looked at you funny. "the fuck you looking at, pendejo?!" you taunt them away.

[ Task Force 141 - in some foresty desert-looking environment. ]

You clutched your Kate Spade Jacquard duffle bag and your pink Michael Kors Lady Travel suitcase. Grunting in annoyance while also walking towards the gate of the base with your pink Steve Madden espionage 8-inch heels you bought to watch Barbie with your friends. You have your white top, pink blazer, and pink short linen skirt all from different expensive brands you mindlessly bought. Taking another sip from your Starbucks coffee before tossing it into the trash, you cross your arms to your chest and knocked at the security glass window.

"Hellooooo?" you tapped furiously with your long acrylic nails. "is anyone here? I'm sent by the old fat fuck- I mean General Sheperd." You grew impatient. "HELLO? ay, Por Dios-" You rummage through your Birkin bag to get your phone.

"Security is at switch. No one's there." a deep voice from your back startled you to death.

"JESUS FUCKING-" you fisted your grip and let go again. A 6'2 guy with an odd skull face leaned against the door frame, looking slightly down at you. He has his arms crossed to his chest, he stood and sighed. "That's not a nice way to talk about your superiors, (Y/N) (L/N)." He said coldly. You scoffed. "Who cares." You turn around to the security window again. "You're supposed to follow me" the guy stated again, looking at you in confusion.

"And who are you exactly supposed to be?" you suspiciously pointed at him. He stops in his tracks and tilts his head looking at you. "it's classified." He coldly said.

"..you're the black skully?" you tilted your head, playing the guessing game. "No." His voice grew with a hint of irritation.

"the dark noggin?" you place your finger to your chin. "No i-"

"OH, black Thanatos!" You sway your hand proudly. "you know what stop-" he turns to you, now seriously pissed

"Grim Reaper!" you point at him, flashing a little of the shiny acrylic nails.

"I'm Ghost-" "You are?! This place is haunted-" he furrowed his eyebrow and walks towards you trying to assert dominance. "NO bloody fucking hell. My callsign, Ghost." He places his hand on his hip and sighs in annoyance.

"WOW, You are?!" you tilt your head a little in sarcasm, pretending to be amazed. "Actually, yeah it..shows." your face dropped uninterested and swift. He groaned and turned around again. "you can stay here for the rest of the night or fucking follow me, that's your call." he states. You shrug. You follow him anyways while dragging your stuff.

[cafeteria.]

"Boys, introducing our new recruit. (Y/N)(L/N)." The so-called captain places himself on a stool and sips his coffee. There was a slight pause with silence between the five of them. One of the guys broke the silence by coughing which caught your attention. "Is this some kind of new transfer student being forced to introduce themself in front of the class scenario?" you cooed. "if you want it to look like that, yeah." The guy with a mohawk leaned himself to the counter and snickered to another dude.

"Okay, what's your name then uh?" you crossed your arm and tilt your head, gazing at him. His smile dropped when he saw your gesture, you took over the atmosphere. "..Soap Mactavish. They call me Soap on station." you puffed your cheeks, and laughed like a hawk "the fuck who signed their name Soap? And who are you? shampoo?" you point at the dude beside Soap." oh I'm Gaz," Soap snickers with muffled laughter.

you nodded, trying to mentally take notes of everyone's name. "uhhuh uhuh..." You knew Ghost'slready. But he was nowhere to be found in the cafeteria "..and you're the captain here?" you turned to the guy beside you. He places down his mug and clears his throat.

"yes, Captain Price-"

"rice?" you squinted your eyes

"no, Pri-"

"Spice?" he bit his bottom lip when you said that.

"no, its captain Price-"

"Lice?" you tilted your head.

"PRICE, (Y/N) get your head out of your ass for once so you can HEAR." Ghost suddenly came out of nowhere snapping his last straw. You raised both of your hands in defense. "Price, are you sure she's supposed to be here-" You snapped your head towards Ghost who doubted you.

"Fuck you mean by that," you walk towards him as the sound of your heels echo. "Trust me you want this bad bitch on your side, Ghostie."

You glared back at Ghost.

"correct- (y/n) Is a well-trained soldier that worked right below Chief Artofay. She's also the intel behind Hadir's location." Captain Price voices your past successes. "no shit, tell this Casper boy more about me capt. So he won't mess with this bad bitch, uh." You crossed your arms to your chest in pride, facing Ghost who has his eyebrow raised. Soap and Gaz wheezed at the 'Casper'.

"She saved Kate Laswell from Makarov's circumjancet." Price smiled as you nodded toward Ghost proudly. "Fuck yeah tell em more, capt." you glared sharper to his eyes, feeling your ego well fed.

"also almost got fired due to her reckless aggression in Rick's illegal explosive and drug sales." Price smirked behind you. "uhuh yeah tell him tha- wait what" Your eyes widen and turned around to face Price. "No no, capt don't tell em that part-" You pointed your acrylic nails towards him slightly embarrassed. This made Ghost chuckle.

"Okay, that's enough talking. so.. (y/n) you're in a task force. What callsign do you want?" Captain Price took out a paper out of a folder reading through it. You were about to voice your nickname but was cut off.

"Barbie" Gaz snickered. "Oh this Barbie ain't just Barbie, it's Barbenheimer." you chuckle in sarcasm. "shortie." Ghost exclaims while looking down at your heels. "the fuck did you just call me, Casper?" You tilt your head disturbingly to him. "The heels..take 'em off. You're probably 5'4 without them." You could feel him smirking behind his balaclava. This caused a burst of friendly laughter amongst the cafeteria which sulked you down in annoyance.

"That's a surprisingly good question though. You haven't wrote your callsign for the task force. You'll need one." Price shows you your paper. The 'callsign' column was empty.

You think about it for a second, looking at your Pandora rings, then you held your Swarovski necklace. A brief moment afterward, you looked up at Price and smiled.

"My callsign is... Dior." You gave a smug smile and put your obsession of expensive brands to the field. "Great. Let's get your adjustments then." 

A/N: I'm still trying to settling in with tumblr, I'm really new at this thing so forgive me for my mistakes </3

[ennui2004]

Nombre?: chanin

Apellido?: Brief

Apodo?: chan o NIN

Edad?: 18 añitos

Es virgen?: nop ella no es virgen los 13 años se entrego 👉👈🥺

GÉNERO?: mujer pues xD

Altura?: mide 1.50 enana ja

Chanin Tiene un crush?: Si es piccolo

Su carácter?: seria,amable,enojona,inteligente,pervertida bueno... un poquito,mala,amargada,tierna

Tiene hermanos?: chanin es la mayor, trunks el medio, y bra la menor

Quien es los padre?s: el padre de chanin es vegeta y la mama de chanin es bulma

Que le gusta hacer?: entrenar con señor piccolo,dibujar, leer,cocinar,estudiar

Historia de chanin?: chanin tenia los 10 años se fue de la casa, y no volvio jamas por peleas problemas con su padre vegeta, asi que vivio con su maestro bill obvio el dios de destrucción pasos años, ahora chanin tiene 18 años bueno en la tierra de donde esta bill pasan tiempos rapidos, asi que justo el cumple de su madre bulma volvio, ahi chanin escodio en el barco y miro la escena cuando bill estaba ahi esas cosas asi que justo llego goku tuvo peleas contra bill unos par de horas bill durmio asi que se fueron, la fiesta siguen y ahi ese momento ahi salio chanin

[jopetkasi]

The thing with us “titos” is that we easily get bored. Especially when we find ourselves in the middle of a mosh pit, it is so humid you are literally inhaling  moisture. The feeling is like the Traslacion during the revered Pista ng Quiapo but in this case, instead of getting squeezed by devotees of the Señor  you are crammed  with screaming and sweat induced college students. 

But if I am bored with such flagrant display or revelry, then why go?

Simple, I had to chaperone two of my nephews who are both freshman students in UP Diliman. The agreement with their parents was, sure they can watch the concert BUT with a supervising adult, in this case, me. The single uncle. 

I don’t have qualms about going to outdoor concerts like the ones in Coachella or the Burning Man Festival  and I love the UP Fair but I have been there, we all had a good run during the time groups like Barbie’s Cradle, Imago, MojoFly, ChicoSci were making the scene. But my needs now have tempered. 

“Uncle, don’t worry, you can go back to the car or go some place and we will be safe” assures nephew #1

“paano? what if something happens where will i find you?”

“we have this”  nephew #2 waves this keychain looking thing in my face...

“its an apple airtag”  we are going to pair this to your phone and you can locate us real time. 

realization of the day: technology evolves. 

convinced that the boys are responsible enough not to get wasted and assured that the airtags will work, I let them be with their friends. Basta by 1am we are to meet at the parking lot beside Bahay ng Alumni. 

I have seven hours with me and I don’t intend to marinade myself in the car that long. Good thing I had my electric scooter nestled in the car trunk and decided to visit the remaining Katipunan based college friends and in about an hour, eight of us congregated somewhere Teacher’s Village. 

eight tired bodies in one burger joint who like me are now trying to be adults:    , 3 are married while the rest of us are single by choice. it does not surprise me one bit to see that we (singles) remained unattached. not that i am saying married life sucks. it is beautiful and sacred...but boy, family life requires a lot commitment to make it work which the five of us do not possess.

On the contrary when one is single, there is no sheer pressure to please the other half or you can fart inside your car and deadma lang. you get what I mean, right?

so there....

[supercap2319]

Golden Light & Shields Chapter 4

Ikaris x Male Reader

A/N: Chapter 4 is finally here.

Y/N watched helplessly as Ikaris was carried away by a Deviant that looked like a bird, or was it a bat? It didn’t really matter at the moment. Y/N twisted in the air so that his face was facing the ground instead of his back. Y/N’s hands glowed red as he held two orbs in his hand and used his telekinesis to slow down his descent. He landed on his feet as Sersi rushed up to him.

“Y/N, where’s Ikaris?”

“A Deviant took him,” Y/N said.

“What?!” she asks him.

“Señorita y Señor? ¿Estás bien?” A man asks as a Deviant comes behind him.

“¡Cuidado!” Y/N says as he brings up a blue shield just in time, as the Deviant was going to kill the man with its stinger. It looks like a giant squirrel. The man runs to safety as a wolf, Deviant, jumps on top of a house as Sersi calls out. “Clear the camp!” The wolf lunges at Sersi, but Y/N catches it in his hands and throws it back as a blast of energy spheres hits the squirrel.

“Get behind me!” Kingo says as he blasts both of the Deviants.

“One of them took Ikaris,” Sersi said.

“It’s an ambush!” Kingo keeps blasting them. He creates a sphere of energy that knocks both of them into a house as it collapses.

“Very nice, sir!” Karun says, rolling the camera behind a tree.

“Are you mental? Hide!” Kingo says.

“We need action sequences. Sir!” The wolf Deviant emerges from the ruins of the house. “Sprite, get Karun out of here,” Kingo says, sending another blast their way.

“How many cameras did you bring, young man?” Sprite ushers Karun to safety.

The squirrel Deviant jumps on a house and uses its tail to knock out a part of the house, revealing a family hiding inside. Y/N rushes towards the creature and creates a bubble shield around the Deviant as he lifts it into the air and slams it against a tree. “Come on! Sersi says ushering the villagers to safety. Kingo blasts the wolf Deviant back as the people follow Sersi. “This way! Quickly! Come on!” The Squirrel creature recovers as it chases after Sersi and the people of this place as it jumps from house to house, closing in on them.

“Get in! Get in!” Sersi hides them inside the building where Druig had talked to them earlier. Sersi uses her matter transmutation powers to turn the wood into metal as the Deviant swipes her away with its tail as she crashes into a nearby house.

Ikaris is flying through the air, the Deviant at his back. He fires his lasers as it slams into him, and the two stumble in midair. The Deviant gets in front as Ikaris chases after it. Gilgamesh and Thena are in the woods, following after Ikaris. A gold light shines on Thena’s face, the Mahd Wy’ry coming to light. Ikaris slams the bat Deviant to the ground and blasts it in the heart as it falls dead. Sharp tendrils pucker Ikaris’s skin as the Deviant from London comes up behind him. Ikaris grunts in pain as he falls to his knees. The Deviant pounces on top of Ikaris as it rolls him onto his back, leaning down to bite him.

“Ikaris!” Gilgamesh says rushing towards Ikaris and the Deviant as he grabs it and throws it off Ikaris. The creature roars as it shoots its tendrils at Gilgamesh, but he leans back so that they miss him. The Deviant grabs a nearby tree trunk with its tentacles and throws it at Gilgamesh, who uses his exoskeleton energy and blocks it. It grabs two more trunks and throws them as Gilgamesh blocks the incoming assaults.

Thena stands there as a gold light snakes across her skin. Ikaris gets up. “I’ve fought that one before. It’s stronger than the others.” Thena forms an energy spear. Ikaris notices and starts moving back. “No.” Thena swings the spear and tries to stab Ikaris as he moves out of the way.

“Terrible timing, Thena,” Ikaris grunts as he dodges Thena’s incoming strikes. “Thena!”

Gilgamesh watches Thena attack Ikaris, but he can't do anything to help as the Deviant charges at him. Gilgamesh charges up an energy fist as he punches the creature back hard enough to break its jaw. The Deviant uses the energy it took from Ajak to heal its injuries. Thena swipes at Ikaris as he dodges it. She forms two swords and brings them down as Gilgamesh blocks them with his energy exoskeleton. “Stop, Thena!” There's a long bang and a rush of air as the two forces collide.

Sersi crawled out of the wreckage of the house as the squirrel Deviant ran towards her. Shots are fired at the Deviant as it turns around and sees the people of this village with shotguns. The creature knocks some of the people away with its tail. Druig grabs a fallen shotgun and dodges the strikes of the beast’s tail as he shoots it in the back with the shotgun. It roars in anger at Druig as he backs away from it. Sersi transforms part of a tree into water as it is cut down and she transforms the rest of the tree into metal as it tips over and falls on the Deviant and Druig as he barely jumps out of the way.

“Druig!” Sersi said.

Y/N speeds over to them. He sees all the innocent people that Druig is controlling. “Let them go,” Y/N says.

“I don’t take orders from you,” Druig said.

“Are you stupid? Let them go right now!” Y/N said.

“Please. I know you’re better than this,” Sersi pleads.

Druig sighs as he holds out a hand and breaks the mind-controlled connection he has on the people. One of the men looks confused. “Druig. qué está pasando?”

“Go! Get to the river!” Druig commands.

The squirrel Deviant crawls out of the tree and roars.

….

Ikaris scans the area, looking at the three Deviants. The bushes are ruffling as the Eternal looks around nervously as he can hear twigs snapping and a growling noise, their eyes glowing as they get closer. “Gilgamesh. A little help here?” Gilgamesh has Thena safe behind a tree, their hands pushed up against each other.

“Stay here,” Gilgamesh says. “Say it.”

“Stay here,” Thena says.

“Good. You’re okay.”

Gilgamesh leaves Thena as she takes a shaky breath.

The Deviant with the tendrils looks at the saber-tooth tiger and griffin Deviants as they run and fly in the direction of the camp. “They’re headed for the camp,” Ikaris realizes. “Y/N.”

“Go. They need you,” Gilgamesh says as Ikaris looks at him. “Go, Ikaris.” Ikaris floats in the air as he blasts off into the air. The head Deviant shoots its tendrils at Gilgamesh as he stomps hard on the ground as little rocks rise and protect him from the attack.

“Sprite, Y/N, somebody buy me some time!” Kingo says as he blasts the incoming wolf, Deviant. He stops and starts charging an energy sphere. Sprite glows as she unsheathes her dagger and jumps on top of the creatures as she stabs it. It violently swings her back and forth. “Whoa. Whoa!” Kingo continues to charge up his attack. “Can you hurry up?”

Y/N uses his telekinesis to hold the Deviant still and keep it from moving. Kingo stores enough power in his hands. “Now!” Sprite pulls her dagger free as she steps back and disappears. Kingo slides underneath the frozen still Deviant. As he points his fingers at its head. “Dishoom!” The blast blows the wolf’s head off as Kingo is covered in Deviant blood. Kingo gasps as it drips down on him as the body falls to the floor with a thud. “Karun! Did you get that?”

“I did, sir!”

Ikaris flies after the Griffin as he grabs it and flies higher into the air and blasts it with his energy beams. Ikaris blasts it again, hitting its wing as it falls out of the sky. He grabs the wing that isn't damaged and throws it to the ground below as he blasts it once more. Ikaris flies and lands just in time in front of the squirrel Deviant as it tries to attack Druig. Ikaris opens its mouth wide as he fires his laser beams into the creature’s mouth full force; it falls to the floor with a thud, but not before trying to stick Ikaris with its stinger. Ikaris grabs it at the last second and falls to one knee as he tosses it to the side.

He pants as he sees the sabertooth charge at Kingo and Sprite as she creates tree illusions. He blasts it with his energy beams. It runs, dodging the attacks as it leaps up and tackles Ikaris into a house. Ikaris groans as the derby falls all around him. Ikaris struggles to get up as the creature swipes him with its paw and he rolls to the leafy ground. Ikaris blasts and punches it as the sabertooth rolls him on his stomach. The Deviant pushes Ikaris’s head down with its giant paw so he can't get a clear shot for his optical blasts. Ikaris struggles, but can't push the creature off of him as it leans in close to take a bite.

“Ikaris!” Y/N says as he runs and tackles the creature off of Ikaris and they both roll to the ground as Y/N stands to his feet and stands in front of the hurt Eternal. The Deviant stands in front of Y/N. The creature looks at Y/N and roars. Y/N looks down at Ikaris, who is bleeding and has holes in the back of his shirt. Y/N glares at the Deviant, his blood boiling as it circles him. “You tried to kill my boyfriend,” Y/N's voice was like venom as a red orb glowed in Y/N’s right hand.

The Sabertooth snarls in response to Y/N as the young Maximoff lifts the creature into the air. “You endangered these people.” Y/N flicked a finger and ripped one of the creature’s limbs off. It roars in pain and anger. Y/N bared his teeth at the Deviant. “You tried to kill my friends.” Another limb went. Y/N’s hand mixed his red and green energies together. “You're never going to hurt anyone ever again,” Y/N promised, and just like Wanda did to Ultron Y/N, pulled on the energy core inside the Deviant, and tugged it forward until it came out of the creature and into Y/N’s body to absorb. Y/N quickly switched to his blue energy as he created a shield inside the Deviant’s body and expanded it until it exploded.

Blood splattered on Y/N’s face and he looked like Carrie White at prom. He wiped the blood from his face as he turned to Ikaris and the other Eternals, who had a look of horror on their faces. Y/N’s eyes were glowing faintly, and he looked confused and disoriented. Ikaris got up and walked towards Y/N.

“Ikaris, don’t!” Sersi warns.

“It’s alright, Sersi,” Ikaris says. “He won’t hurt me.” Ikaris grabs onto Y/N’s shoulders as the younger man looks up at him. “Come back to me, Duckling. Come back to me, Y/N.” Y/N takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them as his eyes are back to normal. Y/N frowns. “Iceberg? What’s going on?” Y/N was confused. He remembers standing in front of Ikaris to protect him from the Sabertooth, but after that, he can’t recall what happened.

“Oh, my God! You’re hurt,” Y/N notices Ikaris’s bruises.

“I’m okay, Duckling,” Ikaris said. “Thena and Gilgamesh are in danger.”

“Where are they?” Ikaris points in the direction that they’re at. Y/N nods his head as he runs in that direction. Ikaris floats in the air and turns and looks at his family. “No one tells him anything until I do first,” he warns as he flies after Y/N as the others look at each other, but follow them as well.

….

Gilgamesh punches the Deviant hard enough back that it breaks its arm in the process. Its claws cast a golden light on its injuries as it uses the healing energy it took from Ajak. Gilgamesh gets ready for another attack as Thena begins to glow. Her Mahd Wy’ry coming to the surface. She tries to turn it off. “Stop, stop, stop,” she begs. The Deviant hears her and sets its sights on the more vulnerable victim. Gilgamesh knows this too as he runs towards Thena, hoping he’ll get there first. “Thena!” The creature roars as it almost has the warrior Eternal as Gilgamesh grabs it and pulls it back and slams his cosmic fist into it. The tentacles of the Deviant wrap around Gilgamesh, digging into his skin as they siphon his energy. The Deviant lifts Gilgamesh up and bites his shoulder, its teeth like hot knives in Gilgamesh’s skin. Thena watches helplessly, trying to shut off her psychological affliction.

Gilgamesh tries to break free by punching the beast, but it doesn’t stop the Deviant from sticking a tendril in his neck. Gilgamesh gasps in pain as the creature drains his life energy and powers. A weakened Gilgamesh looks up and meets Thena’s eyes. The goddess of war has never felt so powerless in her life. She had to watch as her friend, her family, was slowly killed. The Deviant throws Gilgamesh to the floor, leaving just enough energy so that it can take the pleasure of snuffing out that last bit of life as it kills him. Thena watched in horror as the Deviant began to transform. Its paws shrink and take on a more human-like appearance.

Thena kneels next to an injured Gilgamesh. “No. Gilgamesh.”

“Stay back,” Gilgamesh weakly says.

The Deviant shifts and changes until it takes on a human-like appearance. It breathes heavily as it speaks for the first time. “Ajak…” It says. “Her memories… I understand now.” The Deviant looks at the two Eternals.

“I can see what she saw. So many planets. So much life is destroyed every time a Celestial is born. Arishem used us and left us to die with each Emergence. We just wanted to survive.” The human-like Deviant glares at Thena and Gilgamesh accusingly. “And then he sent you. I will kill you all for what you have done to my kind. You are not saviors, Eternals. You are murderers.” The Deviant takes a step towards Thena, but Y/N throws it back with telekinesis and Ikaris blasts it. The Deviant turns and runs away as Ikaris and Y/N are about to chase after it.

“Ikaris!” Thena calls.

Ikaris and Y/N turn to see that Gilgamesh doesn’t look so good. He’s breathing laboriously, his energy fading with every second, every time he breathes. He locks hands with Thena, fingers intertwined. “Thena,” he says, it's hard for him to get the words out.

“Hey,” Thena says, feeling tears start to form.

Gilgamesh looks at her, his vision starting to blur. His best friend. The person he promised to look after no matter how tough it got. Even if it cost him his own life in the process; he'd happily do it again. “Remember,” Gilgamesh chokes out, and he doesn't move again as his head is down and his skin turns to a grayish color.

“No,” Thena sobs. “No.” She puts her head on him and begins to wail loudly. “I’ll remember. I’ll remember.” Ikaris looks down at his feet sadly. Y/N looks at Thena rocking Gilgamesh’s body back and forth, crying over her dead partner. The other Eternals walk up to them and see Thena crying over Gilgamesh’s dead body.

“Ajak, you have to help him,” Y/N says.

The head Eternal looks at Y/N, tears in her brown eyes as she says. “I can not heal the dead, Y/N. Even my powers have their limits.”

“But what if I—”

“—Don't you think you've done enough damage?” Druig asks Y/N. A few tear stains on his face.

Y/N frowns. “What are you talking about, Druig?”

“Don't act like you don't know. We all saw what you did to that Deviant.”

“Druig, that’s enough!” Ikaris shouts out.

“I don’t understand.”

“You ripped that Deviant apart and took its energy,” Druig said. “You’re a monster, just like they are.” He turned and walked away from the group. Y/N looks at the others and searches their faces for any indication that Druig is lying. They either look uncomfortable or they refuse to look him in the eyes.

Y/N turns to Ikaris. “Is what Druig said true, Iceberg?”

Ikaris looks down at him with an unreadable expression on his face. “It wasn’t you. You didn’t know what you were doing.”

“Oh, God,” Y/N felt sick to his stomach.

“Y/N, you didn't have a choice. That Deviant was going to hurt me, hurt all of us,” Ikaris said.

“You saved us, Y/N,” Sersi said.

“But not Gilgamesh,” Y/N replied sadly. He walked towards Thena and Gilgamesh’s body. He knelt down next to the dead Eternal. “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry,” Y/N sobbed.

“Wait, maybe Y/N can save Gilgamesh like he did Ajak,” Sprite says.

“What are you talking about, Sprite?” Kingo asked.

“Back on my farm, Y/N saved my life by absorbing my healing power and brought me back from the verge of death,” Ajak said.

“Maybe he can do it again,” Sprite said.

“Wait, Sprite, I don't think that—” Ikaris began as Thena interrupted. “Please, Y/N. Please try,” she begged. “He's my best friend.” The way she looked at him was the same way Wanda had looked when Pietro had died. His body full of holes. Y/N had saved his older brother that day, but could he save Gilgamesh as well?

“I'll try,” Y/N said. “But I'll need some help.” He looked at Ajak. “Maybe if both of us try together, it could work.”

“Very well, then let us commence,” she said, holding out her hand for Y/N to take. Y/N grabbed her hand as her cosmic healing was absorbed by Y/N. Y/N wasn't sure he trusted himself to do this, since what Druig said he did, but he couldn't deny Thena this request. He promised Ikaris this wouldn't happen again, and even if there was a small fraction of a chance that he could undo this, then so be it.

Ajak and Y/N held out their hands as they flashed gold and greenish-gold, respectively. The healing energy washes over Gilgamesh in soft cosmic light as they both focus on turning back the hands of fate, reversing what's happened. They stay like that for a long time, until they pull their hands back, but nothing has changed. Gilgamesh is still grayish.

“I'm sorry, Thena, but it didn't work—”

Gilgamesh opens his eyes and gasps loudly as he sits up, bewildered. He turns his head, looking around his surroundings. One minute he was gone, the next he was back here. It was impossible. “You're back,” Thena cries with joy as she tightly hugs him. Tears were falling down her face as she felt Gilgamesh’s warmth once again. It was much better than that cold touch she felt a moment ago. “How the hell am I here?” Gilgamesh asked. He was so confused. He thought he bit the bullet. Over and done.

“Ajak and Y/N saved you,” Sersi said.

Gilgamesh looked at his leader and guide, along with the young Avenger. “Thank you. Thank you both.”

“You're welcome, Gilgamesh,” Ajak smiled.

“I'm glad you're okay,” Y/N said. “Looks like something good came out of the mess I made.”

“Y/N wait—”

Y/N super speeded away from the area and headed towards the camp. Ikaris sighed as he floated in the air, with the intent of following after his boyfriend, but a hand grabbed his arm and he looked back at Sersi. “Wait, Ikaris. Let me talk to Y/N.”

“Why you, Sersi?”

“Sometimes it's better to hear some advice from a stranger, then someone they know,” Sersi said gently. “Trust me.” The way she looked at him was the same look she had whenever she was passionate about something. Helping better mankind, seeing the good in people. It’s part of the reason he fell in love with her in the first place. Ikaris knew she could help Y/N. “Alright, then,” he sighed.

….

Sersi found Y/N down by the river. One of the people at the camp said he headed in that direction. Sersi had practiced what she was going to say in her head, but before she could get a word out, Y/N spoke first. “Ikaris sent you, didn't he?”

“Actually, I asked him if I could come instead,” Sersi said. “Mind if I sit?”

“Sure.”

Sersi sat down next to Y/N, watching the water shimmer under a moonlit sky. It was a beautiful night, despite all the terrible things that happened today. Maybe that's why Y/N chose to come here. The absence of chaos. “Do you want to know why I chose this spot?” Y/N asked, looking at Sersi.

“Why?” she asked curiously.

“There was this fountain in the town square of where we lived and after my parents died and we lived in an orphanage. I used to sneak out and go to it, and I would just stare at my reflection for hours until my mind went numb,” Y/N said. “This reminds me of those days.”

“I assume things were very difficult for you and your siblings in those days,” Sersi said.

“They were,” Y/N agreed. “It's how I became like this in the first place.” He levitated a nearby stone and threw it into the river. “To be honest with you, Sersi, I never wanted my powers to begin with.”

“How did you get them?”

“Through painful experiments. A thirst for revenge and a need for peace in my country,” Y/N said. “I had a difficult time learning to control my powers, but Steve told me that the only way to ever truly be in control of my powers was to embrace them. To accept myself for who I am.”

“And looks like you did,” Sersi said.

“I thought I did, but after Westview, I'm not so sure anymore.”

“Y/N listen… I know that you only just met me and you have no reason to listen to me, but I don't think you did anything wrong,” Sersi said. “You saved us. Saved Gilgamesh. A monster wouldn't have done that for us.”

“But what if next time I hurt someone? What if I hurt you or the others or… Ikaris?” Y/N asked.

Sersi smiled. “Well, from what I've seen today, you wouldn't dream of hurting Ikaris. He cares for you a great deal. And you care for him as well.” Sersi's eyes were downcast to her feet. A sudden sadness washed over her. “I must admit that I'm a bit jealous of you. Your relationship with Ikaris.”

“Why would you be jealous of me? If anything, I should be the insecure one. You both were together for like what? 5,000 years? It's a tough act to follow.”

“And in those last 5,000 years, he’s never looked at me the way he looks at you. So at peace. Finally, free of a heavy burden,” Sersi said.

“I never meant to drive a rift between the two of you—”

“—It’s alright, Y/N. Ikaris and I were falling out long before you came. We just didn't want to admit it.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” Sersi said. “I have wonderful memories of my time with Ikaris and I'll always cherish our time together, but now it's your turn. Go to him, Y/N. He’s really worried about you.”

That’s how Y/N found himself walking up to one of the houses in the camp. Ikaris was waiting for him. When he saw Y/N walk through the door; he smiled. “I take it Sersi convinced you to come see me?”

“Somewhere along those lines,” Y/N said. “She’s a very persuasive person.”

“Stubborn is more like it,” Ikaris said as they both chuckled. Y/N looked at Ikaris. “I shouldn’t have left like that, and I’m sorry about it.”

“You don’t have to apologize,Y/N,” Ikaris said.

“I should have just stayed with you and talked about it, but I left because I was scared and the last thing I wanted was to be a burden or distraction in your life. I should have listened to you and went back home,” Y/N said. “This mission is too important and I don’t want to mess it up—”

Ikaris successfully cut Y/N off as he kissed him, snaking an arm around his waist and bringing him closer. The two stayed like that for a moment before Ikaris pulled away, smirking. “Thought that would be a good way to shut you up.”

“It’s a very effective method,” Y/N agreed. “Maybe I need some more, just in case?” Ikaris smiled and kissed Y/N again.

“Y/N, listen to me… You’re not a distraction. You will never be a distraction for me, at least not in a bad way,” Ikaris smiled. “You’re an important asset to this mission, and I might not be standing here talking to you if it weren’t for you. None of us would.”

Ikaris held Y/N close to him. “I don’t know why you have this Chaos Magic inside you, but I have to believe you can control it and use it for good.”

“You really think so?” Y/N asked.

“I know so.”

“Well, what’s our plan of action now? Did Druig agree to help?”

“Not really. He's still defensive.”

“Well, maybe I should go talk to him. We need him, and if I can convince him to come with us, then maybe we might have a chance,” Y/N said.

“Are you sure that's a good idea?” Ikaris asked. “You and I aren't exactly Druig’s favorite people at the moment.”

“Well, Druig isn't exactly on my Christmas list either, but we need to work together and rise above our differences if we want to succeed,” Y/N said.

“Aren't you just the heroic one,” Ikaris jokes.

“Yeah, it comes with the job description,” Y/N smiled.

Early morning Y/N found Druig by the river. He was staring out at the people gathering water from the river. “What do you want?” Druig asked without looking back.

“Druig I—”

“—I already know what you’re going to ask Y/N, and the answer is no.”

“Please, Druig. You can’t stay here anymore,” Y/N said. “You may not like me, but the others need you. Are you really going to let innocent people die?”

“Why should I help this world and its people? They are responsible for their own destruction,” Druig said.

“That’s not true, and you know it. Humanity can do better.”

“Yeah? What makes you so sure?” Druig glares at Y/N.

“Because of them,” Y/N pointed to the people by the water. “They are the reason you still believe people are good and just. Otherwise, you would have controlled them to forget their flaws and inhibitions. So, why didn't you?”

“Because without their flaws, they wouldn’t be human.”

“Exactly, Druig. That's what makes humans human, but these Deviants are trying to keep us from killing their own kind. They have a conscience now. That makes them more dangerous,” Y/N said.

“No, Y/N. That makes them us. Eternals and Deviants,” Druig said bitterly. “Arishem’s children. But you are asking me to take control of the mind of a Celestial. I do not have that kind of power.”

“Maybe not by yourself, but with your family by your side, you can do anything,” Y/N said.

“You'll need Phastos, but good luck. He gave up on humans a long time ago.”

“So, is that a yes? You'll help us?” Y/N hopefully asked.

“If I say yes, will you leave me alone?” Druig said, annoyed, but smiled just a tiny bit.

Y/N smiled too.

….

Y/N, Ikaris, Sersi traveled to Chicago, Illinois to find Phastos and his family. A husband, and a son. A suburban area that reminded Y/N a lot of Westview. A young boy is throwing a football to his dad, as his other dad watches from inside the garage, fixing his son's bike. Y/N smiles at the sight.

“Daddy, Daddy, watch this.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Watch this.”

“Let me see. Let me see it.”

“Dad. I’m only a starter.”

Phastos frowns when he notices Y/N, Ikaris, and Sersi. “Hi,” Sersi greets.

“Hello. Can we help you?” Ben Stoss, Phastos's husband asks. He throws the football back to his son.

“Hey, Jack. Ben,” Phastos chuckles as he walks towards Y/N and the others. “Hey, guys. These are my friends from college.” He points to each of them. “Uh, this is Sylvia and, uh, Isaac. That’s Isaac. And that's…”

“Y/N,” Y/N smiles.

“Right, Y/N. How are you doing, man?” Phastos smiles tightly.

“Isaac?” Ikaris whispers.

Jack walks up to them and gasps as he grasps his dad's arm in excitement. “Dad, that’s Superman,” he points to Ikaris. “Dad, that’s Superman!”

“Jack… That’s really funny, Jack,” Phastos says, nervously. “That is definitely not Superman.”

“No, no! He is Superman,” Jack protested. “I saw him on TV. He was in London, fighting a monster.” Jack pointed to Ikaris. “And you were with a cape and you were shooting laser beams out of your eyes.”

Ikaris was speechless at the young boy’s description of him. Y/N giggled. “He’s right, Iceberg. You would look good in a cape.” Y/N looked at Jack and smiled. “What color do you think?”

Jack smiled back. “Red. Definitely red.”

“I don’t wear a cape, Duckling,” Ikaris said.

“Oh, sorry,” Jack apologized. He looked at Y/N. “Are you really an Avenger? I’ve seen you on TV with Captain America, Iroman, Hulk, and Thor.”

Y/N’s hand glowed as he flicked a finger and the football floated off the ground and into his hands. “What do you think?”

“That’s so awesome!” Jack said.

“Okay, well, we should just go inside, right?” Phastos said, ushering everyone inside.

“Superman? Me, Superman?” Ikaris said incredulously as they walked inside.“I’m way hotter than him.”

“Have you seen Henry Cavill?” Y/N said. “He smokin hot.”

“Not funny, Duckling,” Ikaris grumbled. Y/N laughed. “Can I call you Clark? Is that what you go by now? Because, you know…”

“You’ve called me worse. Like Daddy, for instance,” Ikaris smirked at Y/N blushing face. He looked absolutely mortified.

Sersi, Y/N, and Ikaris watched Phastos help Jack brush his teeth. “You got it, Jack?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Way to go,” Phastos said.

“Yes,” Jack said.

“All right. Show me how it’s done. Round and round and round and round and round.” They both chuckle.

“They remind you of someone?” Ikaris whispered to Y/N. Y/N smiled sadly. “Yeah, they do.” Phastos turned back and looked at them. Ikaris, Sersi, and Y/N all ran into the kitchen trying to act natural. Sersi grabbed a coffee cup. Y/N grabbed a Star Wars book, but Ikaris took it from him. “Hey, I had that first!” Y/N protested.

Phastos walked into the kitchen. “Yeah. Incredibly natural, guys,” he said as Ikaris put the book down. “So, after all these years, even you fell for Ajak’s lies.”

“No need to rub it in,” Ikaris said.

“Mm. It all makes sense why she wouldn’t let us interfere with human conflicts. Conflicts lead to war, and war actually leads to advancement in lifesaving technology and medicine,” Phastos said. “So our mission was never to make a peaceful or harmonious world, but to increase the population at all costs. Just farming humans as food for the Celestials, right?”

“That’s bleak,” Ikaris says.

“Well, so is telling your husband and your child that they could be dead within a few days,” Phastos countered.

“Druig said you gave up on humans,” Y/N said.

Phastos turned to Y/N. “I got lucky. Okay? I have a family now. They give me faith again. And I see the good in humanity in them every single day.”

“That’s wonderful, Phastos,” Sersi said.

“Look, I cannot help you,” Phastos said “I am never leaving them—”

“—Phastos…”

“I’m sorry, Sersi. It was wrong for me to use my powers without thinking about the consequences in the first place,” Phastos said. “So, now, I choose to use my hands to fix my child’s bicycle, okay?”

“Do you?”

“I don’t use my powers anymore.”

“You sure?” Ikaris asked. His eyes flash gold.

“What are you…”

Ikaris blasts the door nearest to the kitchen table. A shield comes up and blocks the attack. They are all silent for a moment. “What the hell is wrong with you? My child is right down the hallway!” Phastos roars.

“That looks like someone’s been using his powers,” Ikaris smirked.

“Oh, my God.”

“I bet you’ve built the perfect safe house. What is this even made of? Vibranium?”

“Don’t!”

Ikaris slams his fist through the table and splits it in half. Y/N looks at the ruin table in shock. “Iceberg!”

“How was I supposed to know?” Ikaris defended himself.

“That was a fall collection. IKEA. Ass,” Phastos said. “How did you even deal with this guy for over 5,000 years?” Phastos looks at Sersi.

“If you stay here, you might as well invite the Deviants to dinner. Never mind waiting for the end of the world,” Ikaris told him.

“He has a point,” Sersi agreed.

“No, I’m sorry. You can’t just show up in my life and expect me to go with you,” Phastos said.

“Mr. Phastos. I know you don’t know me and I have no right to say this but—”

“—You’re right. I don’t know you and I don’t have to listen to you. Any of you,” Phastos said.

“Habibi. Listen to what they have to say. Ben is standing in the doorway. He nods for Y/N to continue.

“I know what it's like to want to protect your family. Your child,” Y/N began. “I may not look old enough to be a parent, but I was.”

“We both were,” Ikaris said, grabbing Y/N’s hand and squeezing it in comfort.

“Wait? Are you saying you two are… You’re together… Ikaris you’re… How?” Phastos was confused and so was Sersi.

Y/N smiled. “Long story short, my sister trapped us in a sitcom show in a town called Westview. I was waking up, and she used her powers and gave me a baby. Our son. His name was Icarus.”

“What happened to him?” Sersi asked.

“He’s gone. So are my nephews, Tommy and Billy.” Y/N began to cry a bit at the painful memory as Ikaris stood up and wrapped his arms around him, and hugged him.

“You should go, habibi,” Ben said.

“You want me to go?” Phastos asked his husband, shocked.

“You know what my mom would say to you right now, right?” Ben speaks in Arabic. “Quit procrastinating, Phil, and take care of your business.” He looks at the other Eternals and Y/N. “He’s a chronic procrastinator.”

“I’m not leaving you two. No way,” Phastos protests.

“I’m not happy about it, but if there’s a chance for us to watch Jack grow up to live a life of his own, we should take it.”

That night, Phastos tucks his son into bed and kisses his husband goodbye as he walks out in the night with Y/N, Sersi, and Ikaris.

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

Hey S. T.!

Have you ever sat in a car with someone and it's just.....awkward? No one says anything, the radio isn't even on and it's just this very tense, uncomfortable silence?

Imagine yourself in the car with any AEW talents and what would you do about it. Who would be driving? What do you do to make it less awkward? Would it help or make things worse?

My whole existence has just been a series of awkward events that somehow formed my last 32 years on this earth. So to answer your question. Yes, I have been in plenty of cars sitting in awkward silence.

It was weird still working for AEW, especially since I have been a wrestling fan all my life. I have already been working as photographer for 6 months and still called Jim Ross and Billy Gunn “sir,” when I bumped into them backstage, even though they would roll their eyes and tell me to call them by their first names. So when the rumors started that William Regal was possibly coming to AEW, and than all of a sudden he really did show up, I had hide in the ladies room and squeal like a fan girl before going back to work. Than I had to go back in the bathroom to jump out my excitement when my boss told me I would be going over to a gym to take photos of the BBC during their training promo. The day of filming I double checked my gear before calling a Uber and getting to the set 30 minutes early. Like I said earlier my life is a series of awkward events, so it only makes sense that as soon as my Uber pulls away I get a text saying, they have to change places last minute.

It wasn’t a huge deal, I could just order a new Uber and arrive on time. While I was trying to re arrange all my bags and grab my phone from my back pocket, I heard a familiar voice call out “need some help?” I slowly turned around and saw the one and only William Regal, parked next to the sidewalk.

“Uh hello Sir,” my heart beating way too fast. “I don’t know if you heard yet, but they moved the training to a different gym.” He starred at me blankly, of course they would tell William Regal the change of plans before me.“I was just calling an Uber and heading over there.”

“Just got in the car Christine and stop calling me sir.” He pushed a button inside the car that opened the trunk for me to put my equipment in.

“Thank Mr. Regal sir.” My face flushed as I sat in the passenger seat.

“Oh for Christ sakes, stop calling me sir,” he muttered before taking off. And that’s how my awkward car ride with the one and only William Regal started.

The very first thing I noticed about Regals car was how cleaned it was. There was no hamburger wrappers, crumbled Receipts, or dust anywhere. He didn’t even keep spare change in his cup holder. The second thing I noticed was that it was dead silent in the car. No radio, no podcast, he didn’t even complain about the guy who just cut him off. Silence made me super uncomfortable, especially in contained spaces where no one could escape. I just had to talk.

“Thank you again for the ride Si-Señor.” He looked at me like I was crazy, but didn’t say anything. We drove down a block and the silence was making me dig my nails into the leather seats. “So do you like it here at AEdubs.” I called myself a stupid bitch in my head for calling AEW that.

“I am enjoying my time here at AEDub.” Somehow Willam Regal saying AEdubs sounded refined. “I heard you are the newest photographer here, that’s why I requested you. Us newbies need to stick together.” He was older than my father and I still felt myself blush at his charm.

The gps on the touch screen said there was only 5 minutes left. I could be quiet for 5 more minutes. “When I die I’m going to have my ashes put into soil and than plant a tree in the soil. What are your plans?” I watched in horror as Regals mouth dropped open, complete shock on his face.

The last 4 minutes and 30 seconds were spent in silence. He pulled into the parking lot. “You’re a strange bird…I quite enjoy it.” William Regal got out of the car, I sat in the car a smile growing on my face. A loud banging interrupted my thoughts. “Get out of the bloody car.”

This was way too fun to write. Thank you!!!

I never liked William Regal when I was a kid/teenagers in WWE. And when he came over to AEW I thought it was cool, but wasn’t thrilled or anything. But than Tumblr showed me my ways and I think…I think I want William Regal to be my Daddy. 😂☠️

[thegeneralguy]

The Onyx Heart

Hello! This is my MG forum Storyversary contribution. It's a very personal story, and it has lots of feelings put into it. I want to thank @amalianetwork for proof reading and commenting. Without him, this would look as clean as my mexicanized English would allow. I wanna thank everyone that has taken the time to read the blog, and to follow it. Hope to keep entertaining you in the future!

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The darkness was cold and silent. Michael couldn’t see anything past the tip of his nose. He was scared, looking frantically for anything to grasp on inside the void.

“Michael? Is that you?”

A familiar voice echoed through the black infinity, calling up for Michael. He started running desperately towards its direction. He felt his heart was going to burst out of his chest, as he fought his way through the nothingness looking for the source of the voice.

“Michael, help me! I can’t take it! Please…! Make it stop…”, echoed the voice, slowly fading away.

“No! Don’t go! I’m trying, I swear I’m trying…”, said Michael desperately, forcing his weak legs to propel him forward. Suddenly, a sharp pain enveloped his torso. He looked down, only to find heavy black chains digging on his skin, pulling him backwards.

“Please, I need to go forward! I’m almost there…”

He fought with all his might, but the cold metal wouldn’t budge. With one last surge of strength, he threw himself forward, only to be yanked by the heavy chain. He screamed as he was swallowed by the darkness, losing the fading echo that was calling for him.

Michael was abruptly woken up by the sudden screeching of the old taxi’s breaks. It was hot, and the young man was sweating through his shirt.

“There you go señor”, said the gruff voice of the taxi driver, his stern face looking back expectantly.

“Oh, yes thank you,'' said Michael absently, grabbing a thousand pesos bill and putting it in the man’s thick hands. “Keep the change, it was a long ride.”

The taxi driver eased his expression a little bit, his thick mustache twitching while he observed the young man opening the trunk to take his baggage out. He rolled down the window and whistled to get his attention.

“Thank you señor. Let me give you some advice. This town is older than our country itself. Treat it with respect. And most important of all, let it treat you with the kindness you need.”

Michael listened to the heavy accented voice, trying to make sense of what the old man was saying. Before he could ask anything, the tires screeched again and he was left standing in the middle of a dust cloud. He covered his face coughing, as he turned around to check out his surroundings. Small Spanish colonial houses decorated each side of the wide street. In the distance, the bell tower of the cathedral stood tall above the rooftops, watching proudly above the entire town. He had heard wonders about Mexican “Pueblos magicos”, but the rumors paled in comparison to the real deal. The entire town seemed to have been taken out of a storybook. He took his luggage and headed back towards the entrance of the hotel. The massive wooden doors were surrounded by two handsome bellboys, who took Michael’s luggage and welcomed him inside. He headed towards the front desk, admiring the iron chandeliers hanging from the tall ceiling and the lavish decoration of the ex-hacienda’s lobby.

“Welcome to San Miguel de Allende, Mr. Andersen. Could I please bother you with your passport and reservation number?”, said the gorgeous receptionist on the other side of the desk. His tight suit fitted the curves of his square chest perfectly, making it hard for Michael to focus on handing out the needed documents for the check-in. Fumbling with his bag, he handed in the papers to the receptionist, who swiftly typed in the needed information. “Your room number is 245. You’re free to explore all of our facilities, including the spa and the fitness center. Your luggage will be waiting for you in your room. If you need anything during your stay, let me know.”, he said flashing a heart melting smile and signaling the buff bellboy to come and pick up the suitcases.

The hotel’s interior was just as gorgeous as the lobby. The ancient colonial building was adorned by all kinds of stone sculptures and old paintings depicting a past era of Mexican history. The hallways leading to the rooms formed a giant square, and in the middle, you could see the tables of the famous hotel’s restaurant surrounding the tall volcanic stone fountain in the center. The golden rays of sunlight made the water look like liquid fire, bubbling out of the sculpture’s intricate design. Michael’s room was on one corner of the uppermost floor. When he opened the big wooden doors, he found himself in the most luxurious room he had ever been in. A small living room with a few couches and an ornamental fireplace led to a big bedroom with a robust king size bed. Four door-sized windows lead to a wide balcony that overlooked the hills that surrounded the small town, along with the famous vineyard that belonged to the hotel. Michael just dropped his handbag and opened one of the doors leading outside. The hot air immediately hit his face, as he walked outside staring into the beautiful scenery. He let the scent of the arid breeze fill his lungs, as he felt he could relax for the first time in months. He begrudgingly let himself be convinced of taking a holiday by his friends back home, but he never expected to feel at such ease in a foreign country. This next week might be just what he needed to let his sorrow go.

Michael was so enthralled by the landscape, that he completely missed the fact that the suite he was in was definitely not the room he booked. This kind of luxury would be definitely out of his budget. Once he truly realized what kind of room he was standing in, he rushed to the small coffee table next to one of the couches, and immediately dialed the number from the front desk.

“Front desk, Hector Ramirez speaking.”, Michael instantly recognized the deep accented voice on the other side of the line. It was that handsome receptionist that checked him in just a few minutes ago.

“Yes, uh…, I’m Michael Andersen from room 245. I just checked in with you a few moments ago.”, said Michael hesitantly. He scorned himself for sounding so nervous, but even through the phone he was still intimidated by the other man’s looks. “I think there might have been a mistake with my booking.”

“Alright Mr. Andersen, let me check your reservation quickly.”

Michael could hear the typing on the other side of the line. Seconds felt like hours, as the poor tourist grew more nervous thinking the mistake was his.

“Everything seems to be alright Mr. Andersen,'' said the receptionist. Michael just stood in place meditating his next few words.

“I’m sorry, but that can’t be. I booked a regular room, not… a suite.”

“Your reservation states that you booked the presidential suite, Mr. Andersen. Let me check with my supervisor to see what can be done. I’ll call you in a moment.”

Michael waited seated on the couch, tapping his feet nervously on the expensive red carpet. There was no way he booked a presidential suite at one of the town’s most expensive hotels. It was a miracle he could afford anything other than a hostel, let alone a five-star resort. Most of his savings had gone to this trip, so he was already feeling dreadful about spending that money. If they charged him for the suite, he would be stuck in Mexico doing work for the hotel to pay off his debt. As his anxiety started to get the best out of him, the ringing of the room’s phone made him jump in his seat. He immediately took the call, hearing that familiar mellifluous voice on the other side of the line.

“Mr. Andersen! It’s Hector Ramirez again. I spoke to my supervisor about your problem, and it seems we’re in a difficult situation. We can’t move you to any other room, because the hotel is fully booked due to the national holidays this weekend. The mistake was probably caused by a change in our system, so the least we can do for you is to charge you the price of a regular single room and offer you the presidential suite for your entire stay.”

Michael couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only did he make it to a storybook town, but he was going full luxury on his stay.

“Uhhh…. Thanks. I appreciate that.”, he said shyly to the phone.

“Nothing to thank us for, Mr. Andersen. Our number one priority is to make your stay as comfortable as possible. If you need anything, I’m at your service.”

Michael hung up the phone and for the first time in very long, he felt a genuine smile paint itself on his lips. This trip wasn’t going to be so bad after all. It might just be the remedy he needed. He jumped into the giant bed, letting himself be swallowed by its soft surface. Then, everything went dark.

The agonizing screams kept getting closer, as Michael ran through the darkness looking desperately for the source of the sounds. Suddenly, it was cold. Very cold. It reminded Michael of the winters back home, where the sun hid for a couple of months, and a taciturn silence reigned supreme over the city. The happiness that the holidays once brought was long gone, one winter worse than the last one. This winter had been, by far, the worst time in his life. Feeling the cold brush against his skin as he ran through the darkness reminded him of the pain he felt when he was trapped inside his apartment with…

“Michael, please! Hurry!”

His footsteps started to get clumsy, as the ground shattered underneath him, like thin ice, submerging him into a frozen abyss. He felt his consciousness drift away once more, and the voice was suddenly like the beacon in a far-off lighthouse, lost in the winter mist.

The sun was starting to set when Michael opened his eyes. The beautiful room was painted golden, giving it an even cozier appearance. He groggily stood up and checked out his phone. Many messages from his friends and family popped up on the screen. With a frustrated groan, he threw the phone on the bed and stretched his limbs. That little nap had been very refreshing, despite the horrible nightmares that still haunted him.

“It must be the bed,'' he said out loud, admiring the mattresses’ soft texture. It was the first time he slept on silk sheets. He definitely understood rich people’s fascination for the expensive material.

He went to the bathroom to wash himself and plan his evening. It was just as beautiful as the rest of the suite, with intricate marble decorations and even a big jacuzzi. The sink was just underneath a wall-sized mirror, where Michael could admire, or dread, his unkempt appearance. He didn’t realize how much he had let himself go these last few months. His dirty blonde hair looked greasy, and was in desperate need of styling. His chin and sideburns were covered by the little scruff he was able to grow, looking more like a rebellious teenager trying to grow his sparse facial hair than the twenty-five-year-old man he actually was. His baby-blue eyes were sunken on their sockets, encased by deep eye bags unable to conceal their tiredness. He was a cute guy, or so he heard. He didn’t really care for his youthful looks or his increasingly thin body. He was too tired to care for his appearance.

After splashing some water on his face and brushing his teeth, he opened the browser on his phone to look for some activities. He found out the best way to explore the town, was actually heading to the center and do some walking himself. He changed his shirt and headed outside. The restaurant was starting to fill in with people. Michael made a mental note to himself to make a dinner reservation there to try out the local cuisine. Hector Ramirez was gone from the front desk, replaced by an equally hot Mexican stud. He took one little tourist leaflet from the information stand, and headed outside through the massive wooden doors.

The streets looked way livelier than before, as people ventured to explore the old town’s streets safe from the scorching hot sun. The town’s central plaza wasn’t far from where he was, so he decided to take a stroll and check out what kind of activities he was willing to try out. By the time he made it in front of Saint Michael’s cathedral, the sun was already setting, and the small streets were absolutely filled with tourists. Mariachi music echoed through the streets, as people gathered inside cantinas and restaurants, getting ready for a night of partying. Michael wasn’t a fan of socializing, so he immediately discarded the party scene from his to-do list. On his way to the plaza, he found a sightseeing bus, some good restaurants and lots of artisanal shops. The cathedral was already closed, so he decided to check out some of those stores around the center before finding somewhere to eat.

All the small shops sold essentially the same things. A lot of artisanal stone cravings, some quartz sculptures, paintings and some variety of clothing. Michael checked out the pieces of art, admiring the Catrinas and pieces of fruit made out of precious minerals. He considered buying some souvenirs for people back home, but decided to wait until the end of his trip so he didn’t have to carry heavy stones while he headed for dinner. Once the stores started closing, he made his way through the streets looking for an empty-looking restaurant to sit in peace and enjoy the Mexican culinary culture. All the places looked extremely full though, which discouraged Michael to try out some of the Restaurants on the main streets. After walking for a while, he found himself on smaller, darker looking alleys. People were still walking around, so he wasn’t nervous. He read online that the town was very safe, despite what the media back home sputtered about the Latin American country.

Once he got tired of looking for a restaurant, he took out his phone to google which good dining places were close to him. A faint voice caught his attention, as he looked up from the screen to find an old looking woman sitting on the curb of the alley. She was wearing an intricate shawl, adorned with colorful details. Her tan face was covered in wrinkles, giving her a wise appearance. On her lap laid a carpet full of artisanal stone carvings, similar to what Michael saw on the different shops across town. But these articles looked more detailed, and complicated. He approached the old woman, who just smiled staring straight into Michael’s blue eyes.

“Ah, joven. What can I help you with?”, she said. Her voice was raspy and dry, and her accent very strong. Still, she spoke in such a way that Michael didn’t have any trouble understanding.

“Your stuff is very beautiful. Do you make these yourself?”

“Si, I do. Very, very hard. Hands don’t trabajan like before.”

“Still, I’m very impressed…”, said Michael checking out the wares.

“Tell me, joven. What can I help you with?”

Her tone was eerie, but very calm. Michael looked at her once again, not knowing what he should answer.

“You think I don’t know, joven. But I do. I can see your dolor. Your pain.”

Michael went pale, feeling completely defenseless against the mysterious woman’s gaze. He started to sweat, as he felt the sincerest words he had said in a long time bubble up from his throat.

“I want to be happy again. I want to laugh, and cheer, and love again. I want to feel life is worth living. And most of all, I want to recover the strength I lost.”

He immediately covered his mouth, not believing what he just said. The woman smiled, her dull eyes sparkling for an instant. Without looking, she reached for her pocket, and took out what seemed to be a black rock. When she opened her palm, Michael saw a small but very detailed black heart.

“This is an onyx heart. It helps you to let go of the past. What has happened to you will strengthen your heart. Let this precious stone guide you to your destiny.”

Michael took the stone in his hands. It was cold to the touch, its surface smooth and free of any impurity. Before he could reach for his wallet, the woman stopped him with a sign from his hands.

“No payment. The heart has always been yours. You will pay with your actions, not with your money.”

Michael smiled at the old woman, not fully understanding what she meant. With a cordial “gracias” he got up and headed to the lit street at the end of the alley. The woman smiled, knowing already what the land had planned for that young man’s destiny.

“Pollo con mole, tiradito de atún, escamoles….”

Michael was trying his best to understand the exotic dishes printed on the small restaurant’s menu. According to TripAdvisor, this was one of the best places to be having dinner. It wasn’t very expensive, so he decided to treat himself with a nice meal. Being a victim of Montezuma’s revenge scared him a little, but the sounds coming from his empty stomach indicated a stronger need to stuff himself with anything he could find. When the waiter came with the fruity margarita he ordered, he asked him what his recommendation was.

“You should have the Aguachile, señor. It’s the best one in town!”

“But isn’t it too spicy?”, asked Michael remembering chile means chili. Doing Spanish in high school was starting to pay off.

“Nah, don’t you worry señor.I’ll ask the chef to make it mild just for you.”, said the waiter smiling through his dense mustache.

“Alright, thanks! I’ll have some guacamole as well.”

“Coming right up!”

The waiter rushed back into the kitchen, leaving the student alone to enjoy his margarita. When his lips touched the salt frosted glass, he winced tasting the strong tequila even through the sugary strawberry syrup. The strong agave distillate slid down his throat, burning everything on its path.

“If you make those faces with a margarita, imagine when you move to a real caballito.”

A deep voice caught Michael’s attention, who turned around and was faced by the most handsome man he had ever seen. A short black beard covered his square jaw, sprinkled with some white hairs giving it a regal appearance. Two deep brown eyes hooded by two bushy, but well-groomed eyebrows stared at the young student intensely. His hair was black as well, styled perfectly in a faded quiff. The man looked very muscular, his athletic build encased in a perfectly tailored black shirt. It was open, exposing the hard ridge of his upper chest, and his arms strained against the expensive looking fabric. He was probably in his early- to mid- forties judging by the white strands on his hair. Michael was so impressed by the man’s appearance, he completely missed what he had said.

“Huh? What do you mean?”, was the only thing he could stutter. The man just chuckled, his chest shaking inside the shirt, threatening to rip it apart.

“I mean, when you start drinking tequila how it was meant to be drunk. On a caballito. Like a shot glass.”

The man then stood up, exposing his impressive figure to the speechless student. His legs were proportionally big as well, stretching the tailored pants with each step.

“Mind if I join you?”, he asked. Michael just nodded, trying his hardest not to start drooling in front of such a person. The man sat down next to him, putting his own caballitoon the table.

“Where are my manners? My name is Iñigo de la Fuente.”

His voice was soft, but deep and commanding. His gaze stern, but warm and welcoming. There was something about this man Michael couldn’t put his finger on. Even his scent was alluring, exuding an expensive wooden smell product of some cologne on his neck.

“I-I’m Michael Andersen.”, he said shakingly.

“Pleasure to meet you Mr. Andersen. Can I call you Michael?”, he said extending his hand.

“Sure, it’s fine,'' answered the student, taking the man’s hand. His grip was strong, his palm rough and calloused. Despite his impeccable appearance, the man was no stranger to hard labor it seemed.

“You can call me Iñigo too,'' he said, sipping some tequila from his glass. “What brings you to San Miguel de Allende, Michael?”

“My friends recommended the trip for me to relax and get out of the routine. Some…stuff happened back at home, so I needed a break,” said Michael diverting his gaze from the man’s. Iñigo immediately saw the pain that haunted the young student.

“I see. This is a magical place. It changes you in more than one way. I really hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“I hope so too,'' said Michael taking another sip from his margarita. ��What about you?”

“What brings me here you mean?”, said Iñigo chuckling. “My family has been living here since colonial times. I was born and raised here.”

“Oh, I see,'' said the student, feeling a bit embarrassed. “So, any recommendations? Anything I can’t miss during my stay here?”

“Well, the town is beautiful. You should definitely get lost on the streets and explore it by yourself. You can visit some local art galleries as well. If you want something more, non-conventional, you should pay a visit to the local vineyards.”

“Yes! I saw many on my way here. I have a view over one from my hotel room as well.”

“In which hotel are you staying?”, asked Iñigo, stroking his beard.

“It’s called Real de Rosales. Not so far from here, I think.”

Iñigo just stayed quiet, his eyes scanning the young man before him.

“Yes, I know where it is,'' he said absently. “You can’t miss the restaurant there too.”

“It looks very good! I definitely wanna try it!”

They talked for a while, discussing Michael’s engineering studies, and some other local subtleties. The waiter came with the food, and both men joined to have dinner. Hours felt like minutes, as both Michael and Iñigo grew more interested in each other. They laughed, ate and drank for a long time. Iñigo even tried to convince Michael to try some pure tequila, but the student refused, not willing to lose his composure in front of that elegant man. Some time past midnight, Iñigo asked for the check and even paid for Michael’s meal.

“This one’s on me. For the good company.”, he said flashing a heart melting smile. Michael felt embarrassed that a stranger was paying for his expenses.

“No! I can’t let you pay for me, he said, reaching for his wallet. Iñigo stopped him, grabbing his arm. Michael could feel the strong grip almost surrounding its entire circumference.

“I insist. In fact, if you do feel bad about it, next one’s on you.”

Michael couldn’t believe his ears. This gorgeous man he just met was asking to meet him again. He enthusiastically nodded, a cheerful smile printing itself on the student’s lips. Iñigo smiled as well, wondering what it was that he found so attractive in this young man.

“Tomorrow, I promise,'' said Michael, extending his hand. Iñigo grabbed it and both men sealed the promise with a handshake. The student ordered a taxi to go back to the hotel. Before closing the door, he yelled to catch Iñigo’s attention, who was heading to his own car.

“Wait! How can I contact you? I don’t have your number or anything.”, he said. Iñigo let out a booming laugh, and approached the open taxi.

“I’ll pick you up at six in your hotel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that, the taxi door was closed and the infatuated student was on his way back to the hotel. The moment he entered the suite, he threw himself on the bed like a lovestruck teenager. He couldn’t wait to see what that handsome man had planned for both of them. He drifted into sleep, the cold black onyx heart still in his pocket.

The screams were getting closer this time. Michael was still fighting his way through the darkness, when suddenly he found a door. A very familiar door, identical to the one back at home in his apartment. He slowly opened it, and found himself standing in the middle of his small living room. The place was messy and dirty, almost like it had been uninhabited for a long time. Spiderwebs hung from the ceiling, and dust gathered on every surface. The screams had stopped. Michael explored his living room, seeing all his consoles and books in their respective places. He took one of the picture frames, and swept the dust off the glass surface. He remembered the picture. A healthier looking Michael was smiling back at him, along with another person. A very familiar person. The next few pictures were taken with the exact same person. All of them depicted fun and happy moments between both the student and the other man. In fact, the living room was filled with different mementos covered in dust and spiderwebs. Valentine’s day balloons, letters, a music box, a stuffed animal and even some empty wine bottles.

A sound coming from the hallway caught Michael’s attention. He headed towards the noise, entering the dark hallway. It was cold again, Michael could see his breath condensing in front of him. He started shaking uncontrollably, his teeth chattering due to the bitter cold. The hallway grew more and more unkempt, the floorboards starting to crack and break under the student’s feet. When he reached the end of the hallway, he found himself in front of his bedroom door. He heard a whisper from the other side. As he approached to listen to what it was saying, the door opened and a chain with a harpoon pierced Michael’s chest, yanking him inside the bedroom.

The student woke up screaming, almost jumping out of bed. He was sweating profusely, the silk sheets sticking to his skin. He was having nightmares again. He rubbed his eyes groggily, and saw some morning sun peeking through the thick curtains. He checked his phone, seeing he had some missed calls from his friends and family. He grunted annoyed, and wrote a few short texts to let everyone know he was fine. When he got out of bed, he felt heavy.

“I shouldn’t have eaten that much so late,'' he said to himself as he headed towards the bathroom to wash himself.

The shower was glorious, being equipped with a hydro massage and a sauna. Michael relished in on the sensations that the water caused on his skin. He couldn’t help but feel something out of place, almost as if the water flowed differently on his skin. After he was done, he approached the mirror to brush his teeth. When he saw his reflection, he felt a bit uneasy. He couldn’t tell why, but his hair looked a shade darker. He brushed it with his fingers, and a few strands came off, sticking to his hand. His face looked different as well, almost as if the lighting in the bathroom was casting a shadow on his jawline. It made it look sharper as well. When he inspected the rest of his body, he saw that his formerly smooth skin was now plagued by small but thick bristles. It was denser on his arms, his chest and his legs. Even his pubic hair looked darker as well. Michael was very confused, but he attributed it to the lack of recovery sleep and the food the day prior. At least Montezuma didn’t show up to mess up his night some more. He got dressed, wearing some shorts and a simple t-shirt. His legs felt a bit snug against the fabric, and so did his arms. He made another mental note to himself to eat less heavy stuff so the bloating would go away. He took the onyx heart with him on his way out, storing it inside his pocket.

He had breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant. The buffet was filled with all kinds of tasty dishes and exotic fruits. Michael served himself a lot of eggs, some chilaquiles and fried beans. His appetite wasn’t usually that big early in the morning, but this time he engulfed all in his path. Michael didn’t find it alarming, thinking it would help to carry him through the very active routine he had planned. He left the hotel, greeting Hector on his way out, and headed towards the town’s center. It was a hot day. Michael was already sweating when he stepped out into the scorching sunlight. The street seemed brighter than the day before. Michael didn’t know if it was the magic of the place, or just sleeping in such a luxurious bed that had him in a good mood. He even smiled and greeted a few strangers that walked past him. The slight discomfort of his legs rubbing with each other made him widen his stance, not noticing the change in his stride. By the time he made it to the sightseeing bus stop, his drenched t-shirt was sticking tight against his torso, and he could feel the waistband of his shorts dig into his flesh.

“Weird.”, he mumbled, trying to pull down the hem of his t-shirt down to cover his lower belly. He paid his ticket, and immediately took his seat inside the old bus. The tour was in Spanish, so he hoped to catch a few phrases to at least understand the context of what the tour guide was saying.

“San Miguel de Allende fue un poblado pre-hispanico chichimeca…”

Michael was listening to the woman’s explanation about the town’s history, understanding way more than he thought he would. He even knew some facts about Mexican history before the guide would mention them. He never considered himself well educated in foreign matters, but the way the woman was talking about the Mexican War of Independence and the Mexican Revolution seemed familiar. Almost like he had heard the tale somewhere else before. The bus drove through the streets full of tourists, making a few stops on the town’s most important landmarks. Michael was paying attention to the tour, but he couldn’t help but notice some different aspects all over the landscape, like where people gathered the most to buy food, or where the different colonial building façades looked most worn out by the weather. He couldn’t help but think of ways to improve the streets, making them cleaner and more attractive to different kinds of people. His wandering mind was interrupted by the announcement that the tour was over. His daydream made him miss the rest of the explanation. He got out of the bus, leaving the lady a very generous tip for her service.

The next few hours went over fast. He grabbed a cold michelada and sat on a bench right outside Saint Michael’s cathedral, admiring the beauty of the bell tower.

“No wonder this town is so famous. Everything is gorgeous”, he said, feeling completely at ease. Despite sitting directly under the sun, he felt no discomfort. His pale skin was usually very sensitive to light and hot weather, burning even after the smallest exposure. But at that moment, he was enjoying the warmth against his face, fully bathing in the afternoon sunlight. It was a nice contrast to the cold and dark weather back home.

He left back to the hotel two hours before the time he was supposed to meet Iñigo, so he could get ready for the date in peace. Once he was back in his suite, he headed straight for the shower to wash off all the stale sweat from the excursion earlier. He struggled trying to take his t-shirt off, almost like it was a few sizes too small. The button from his shorts practically burst on its own, releasing the tension Michael kept feeling during the day. Looking in the mirror, he definitely looked bigger. His arms seemed stronger, just like his legs. His formerly teen-sized waist had thickened considerably, along with his flat chest. He reached up to grab one of his pecs, and was surprised to feel a very small chunk of hard muscle underneath. It was still imperceptible to the eyes, but it was definitely there. The small bristles had also grown some, covering his limbs with a dark dusting of sparse hair. But instead of feeling alarmed by the second puberty he was going through, Michael felt it was the most normal thing in the world. He didn’t pay any attention to the changes, heading straight into the shower. He had sweat a lot, so he made sure to wash every part of his body thoroughly. The idea of showing up even with the smallest amount of dirt to his date disgusted him. Iñigo was a very elegant man, so the least he could do was to try and get on his level. He chose to wear some dark jeans, along with the only button shirt he had brought to the trip. The fact that it was a size too big was perfect to accommodate his new bulk. Again, he took the small onyx heart before leaving the room.

When he arrived in the lobby, his eyes were immediately attracted by Iñigo’s imposing figure. Like the day before, he was clad in a perfectly tailored black suit that hugged every curve of his body. He was leaning over the front desk, casually chatting with Hector Ramirez, who looked just as gorgeous as every time Michael saw him. The student’s heart sank on his chest, thinking he might have misinterpreted things with the local man. After all, why would such a stud be interested in a weedy foreign man? Self-doubt plagued Michael’s mind, triggering his flight instinct. But before he could sneak out of there unembarrassed, he heard Iñigo’s booming voice resonate on the high ceiling of the hacienda.

“Michael! Over here!”

Michael’s resistance melted the instant he heard that deep accented bass mention his name. He turned around, putting on the best smile his lips could muster.

“Hello Iñigo. You’re a bit early”, he said approaching the handsome man. Iñigo immediately took his hand for a firm handshake. The student’s heart skipped a bit, feeling that strong grasp on his palm again.

“Ah, yes. I was talking a bit with the guys at the front desk. I’m always impressed to see how much Hector has grown.”, he said looking back at the front desk. “The boy was raised on one of my family’s properties. It makes me proud to see he grew up to be such a responsible young man.”

Michael wasn’t surprised to find out that Iñigo was probably an influential figure in this town. His poise, his style and his manners depicted a very cultured and educated person.

“So, are you ready to taste the best tequila you ever had?”, asked Iñigo, inviting Michael to walk next to him.

“Only a little bit. I’m not ready to re-live my university party days.”

“Ah, of course. It’s only going to be a taste. After all, the highlight of this town is the wine. I’ll be your own personal sommelier tonight.”, said Iñigo. Both men then headed outside, where the man’s car was waiting for them.

The place they were visiting was more on the outer part of town. The art gallery used to be an old factory, adapted to showcase the local artists’ works. According to the Mexican, one of the best cantinas was right next to the place. Before heading for dinner, Iñigo invited Michael to take a look through the many exhibitions. Walking around, the student got more and more mesmerized by the handsome man, as he explained all the different art movements embodied in the paintings.

“Many of the upcoming artists here are struggling. This gallery gives them an opportunity to show their talent to the world. Even if their work isn’t immediately bought, the fact that they’re being seen for their artistry is enough for most of them. Creativity flourishes in adversity.”, said Iñigo, admiring the different paintings before them. Michael just listened silently. He could relate more to those artists than the man thought, having gone through plenty of adversity himself. Iñigo noticed the student’s increasingly grim expression, and made a detour to head to the cantina.

Once they were sitting on a table, the waiter brought them a few snacks and two caballitos. Iñigo ordered the best tequila in the house in Spanish. Michael didn’t realize he was starting to understand even the single expressions in the foreign language. The waiter poured both glasses full, and with a small toast both men took a sip of the agave drink.

“So, Michael. These two eyes have seen many people come and go from this town. When I see you, I see you’re in need of a friend. What happened there?”

The student looked down on his glass, not knowing what to answer. Iñigo was still a stranger after all. But there was something inside of him that wanted to vomit his concealed feelings. The emotions were bubbling inside of him, causing his body temperature to rise. He unbuttoned his shirt's uppermost button, feeling the fresh air brush against his hot skin. The handsome man’s allure was too powerful, inspiring trust and confidence in Michael.

“Nothing important,'' he said, taking a sip of tequila. “Art galleries remind me of someone.”

“Someone? As in important someone?”, asked Iñigo. His dark eyes staring deeply into the student’s own.

“Yes. My ex-boyfriend was a very talented artist. He used to love visiting these places, interpreting the paintings and translating the artists’ emotions in such a way that I understood everything.”

Michael’s eyes started to water, but he made an inhuman effort to swallow the tears. Iñigo noticed the student’s distress, and took his hand.

“Whatever happened between you two, it's in the past. You can learn from it, but you can’t live in it. You have to let go.”

“How…?”, asked Michael, his voice breaking. The onyx heart in his pocket started to pulse, its cold surface heating up slowly. “I spent months trying to heal. My entire life crumbled right in front of me. That’s why I’m here. This was my last resort, so I wouldn’t…”.

He couldn’t finish the sentence. Iñigo rubbed his rough fingers on the student’s hand, trying his best to calm him down. The man’s touch was having a positive effect on Michael, a feeling of safety washing all over him. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so comfortable with someone, despite talking about the one thing he couldn’t talk about to other people.

“Pain is a very strange thing,'' said Iñigo. “You can feel it trying to destroy you. If you let it, it will. But the truth is, that pain teaches you how strong you are.”

“What do you mean?”, asked Michael looking up to meet the man’s gaze.

“I don’t know what you’ve been through, but the fact that you’re sitting here with me is a testament to your fortitude. You survived.”

Michael’s expression eased up, as the man’s words entered his being, and washed all the sorrow away. He could almost feel the black heart syphoning the negativity away.

“Once you let go of the past, you will see your destiny.”

Michael smiled at Iñigo, his own heart warming up. He took the tequila glass up and made another toast.

“For destiny.”

Iñigo raised his glass too, smiling at the student. He could feel a strong attraction for him as well, and he couldn’t tell why. A lifetime in that town had taught him not to question destiny’s intricate design. Letting things flow was the best path of action one could take.

“For destiny.”

Both men kept drinking all night. Michael didn’t notice how much alcohol went into his system. He was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but for some reason he could keep up with Iñigo all night long. He could feel his torso slowly starting to press against the shirt, the buttons starting to struggle to keep it closed. His movement was being restricted by the fabric, his back forbidding his arms to move forward. The pressure on his jeans was unbearable, so he eventually took off his belt and unbuttoned the pants. By the time the bottle was empty, it was past midnight and both men were slightly drunk.

“So, my friend. I owe you an apology.”, said Iñigo, his voice losing some of its elegance and acquiring a hint of macho that made Michael’s manhood twitch. “I didn’t let you try out the wine I promised.”

“Don’t worry, hombre.”, said Michael, his own voice feeling a bit more raspy than usual. “I’ll still be here a couple of more days.”

“Then let me promise, tomorrow I’ll take you to the vineyard. A private tour. What do you say?”

“Of course, I’d love it. With one condition. You have to wear some sexy outfit para el campo”

Iñigo’s laugh almost made the bar’s glasses shake.

“You got it, my friend.”

Iñigo’s driver dropped Michael at his hotel, and drove away into the night. By the time he made it to his room, the drunk student barely managed to take off his shoes and plummet into the bed, straight into Morpheus’ embrace.

When Michael opened his eyes, he was standing in an identical copy of his bedroom. His sheets were undone, as usual, and his clothes were laying on their usual spot on the floor. The lights were on, and everything looked normal. Someone was sitting on the bed, facing straight into the dark window on the other side of the room.

“So, you finally made it huh? Took you long enough.”

Michael’s face grew pale, as the person turned around and he knew exactly who he was.

“Will?”

“In the flesh,'' said Will standing up from the bed. “I really thought you weren’t going to make it.”

“When have I not made it?” asked Michael approaching the other man.

“You know when.”

“That’s not fair Will, I gave you everything I had.”

Will’s face grew somber, a sinister shadow spreading on his eyes.

“Not everything. You never gave your all for this relationship. Not even a year and you’re already looking for a replacement.”

“That’s not true! It was a difficult time for both of us. The world was trying its best to kill us. And I stayed. It tore me apart, but I stayed. You were the one that left!”

“You know it wasn’t my fault!”, roared Will, the room shaking uncontrollably. The dark shadow was spreading from Will’s body into the surroundings, making the wooden floor decay and the painting on the walls peel down. “I was sick! What else were you expecting? Can you really blame me for what happened? Let me rephrase that. Do you still blame me for what happened?!”

Before Michael could answer, the decaying floor gave away, and the student fell into the darkness below. On his way down, he heard the dreaded siren of an ambulance, he saw the blue lights of a police car, and felt his own wails of suffering escape his throat once again. The light of the room went up and away like a shooting star.

“Room service!”

A knocking on the door pulled Michael out from his sleep. He had no idea how late it was, but judging by the bright light coming in from the window, it must be nearing noon. He felt like he was run over by a bulldozer. Slowly, he dragged his heavy body out of the bed to answer the knocking.

“Un Segundo”, he said, his accent in Spanish not as pronounced as it used to be. When he opened the door, he was met by the startled face of a small woman in a maid’s outfit.

“Uhh…, vuelvo después.”, she said and rapidly disappeared with her car in the hallway. Michael just stood there with the door half open, wondering if he said something wrong. The woman looked embarrassed and impressed. He headed to the bathroom for his morning routine, but when he saw himself in the mirror he almost screamed for help, thinking a stranger had gotten inside his suite.

“Damn, is that me?”, he said admiring his different body on the reflective surface.

The shirt had given up during the night, and on the opening Michael could see a lean muscular torso. The small bristles had grown into a full dark carpet that covered his hard chest and descended over the faint ridges of his abdominal muscles into the overly stretched waistband of his jeans. He struggled to take the ruined garment off, to finally free his much thicker arms from their confinement. They were covered by thick body hair as well. He flexed in front of the mirror, a small hill rising from his upper arm. Even his armpit hair was different, the sparse blonde hair replaced by a thick bush. Despite being so hairy, he still looked well groomed. Not a single hair looked unkempt, all his pelt meticulously designed to accentuate the much more athletic body. He forcefully took off his jeans, revealing thick corded muscle underneath. His boxer briefs were now stretched by an actual ass, instead of the flat surface that occupied them before. Even his bigger feet were hairy now, each toe displaying a dusting of its own. He took a closer look at his face. His nose seemed bigger, along with a more pronounced brow and higher cheekbones. He looked rougher, and mature. His blue eyes looked a bit darker, and his hair was browner instead of blonde now, and looked more wavy than straight like it used to be. What really stood out from his new visage was the dark five o’clock shadow covering his square jaw. It was rough as sandpaper, and so thick no naked skin was visible underneath.

Michael was completely speechless, feeling new strength and energy coursing through his whole body. Somehow, it felt right. He wasn’t scared, he was just surprised. The more time he moved his body in front of the mirror, the more normal it seemed. By the time he was able to turn around and get into the shower, the changes settled in his mind, and he fully accepted his new looks like they had always been there. Even the water felt more erogenous, flowing against the thick hair. He looked for something to wear, but the only things that fit him now were a pair of athletic shorts, and an oversized t-shirt he brought in case he decided to work out. His stomach rumbled loudly, so he quickly went out to grab something to eat. On his way to the restaurant, he greeted both hotel staff, and guests cordially, feeling very at ease with the people surrounding him. His shy demeanor was slowly disappearing, letting out a more confident and friendly personality. He ordered a lot of food from the restaurant’s lunch menu, enjoying every bite with a newfound taste. His tolerance to chili had grown as well, his palate discovering new sensations that came together with the wide variety of spices being served in the local cuisine. Michael was about to order a third plate, when he heard a familiar voice yell at him from the distance.

“Miguel! There you are! I was worried you weren’t going to survive the killer hangover,” said Iñigo approaching the table where the student was sitting. He looked different, wearing a skin-tight white shirt, open to expose his herculean chest. His jeans were sticking perfectly to his muscular legs, leaving nothing to Michael’s imagination about what the man was packing between his legs. Something about his greeting seemed strange to him though, but the infatuated student couldn’t point out what.

“Hey Iñigo! What did you just call me?”

“What do you mean? I said Michael, there you are. It seems some of the tequila’s blessings are still in your body!”, he said putting his heavy hand on Michael’s shoulders. “So, are you ready for your surprise today?”

“What surprise? You told me we’re going to the vineyard, right?”

“Ah, yes! I just didn’t tell you what we were going to do there!”, said Iñigo laughing. “But you’ll have to change clothes. That outfit is not suited for a day on the field. The ants will eat you alive.”

“But they’re my only clothes left…”, said the student looking down embarrassed. He was already feeling a bit self-conscious on spending a day on his workout clothes, not to mention the rest of his wardrobe was rendered useless with his increased mass.

“Don’t worry. I’ll tell Hector to bring you some proper clothes to your room. Once you’re done changing, meet me at the entrance to the field at the back of the hotel.”

Iñigo then walked back to the front desk, leaving Michael sitting on the table, wondering how that man could have anything he wanted with the click of his fingers. And true to his word, when he came back to the room, he found a bag of brand-new clothes waiting for him. A white shirt like the one Iñigo was wearing, alone with a pair of jeans, boots and a hat. The clothes looked big at first, but once he put the whole outfit on, he felt surprisingly comfortable. He took the onyx heart once again, putting it in his pocket, and left to meet Iñigo.

The vineyard belonging to the hotel was immense. Row after row of grape vines painted the dry field green, giving it a fertile appearance. A small building on top of the hill overlooked the crops. Michael assumed that must be the winery, where they distilled the fruit to make the drinks. He approached the wooden arch that worked as the entrance, when he heard heavy steps coming his way. Within a cloud of dust, Iñigo appeared sitting on a gigantic black stallion. The animal was beautiful, both powerful and graceful, fitting for the handsome man sitting on top. Next to him was an equally big and gorgeous chocolate colored horse, with an empty saddle on top.

“So, are you ready for our tour?”, said Iñigo.

“Horseback riding? I can’t even drive a bicycle! What makes you think I’ll be able to control…that.”, said the student nodding towards the imposing beast.

“It’s more intuitive than you think. Once you get on, you’ll feel you’ve been doing it your entire life.”

Michael hesitated for an instant, a milliard of possible accidents flashing quickly on his mind. He looked at the horse, and both man and creature made eye contact. Suddenly, the student felt calm and confident, and decided to give it a shot. With a grace he didn’t know he had, he jumped on the horse, taking it by the reigns.

“For someone who has never been on a horse, you sure look like a natural,'' said Iñigo checking the student out. He looked very attractive with his fitted white shirt and cowboy hat. “Follow me!”, he said and signaled his own stallion to gallop into the vineyard. Michael followed suit, using an instinct he didn’t know he had to guide the animal inside.

Both men galloped for some time, enjoying the warm breeze and the bright sunlight. Michael was grabbing the reins with force, using his newfound strength to keep his body in the right positions. The movement of the horse was sending ripples across his body, making his muscles twitch and adapt in response. His forearms flexed and grew, sinewy muscle taking root in the previously slender limbs. He used one free hand to roll up the sleeves, exposing the hairy muscle to the hot exterior. His biceps bulged out too, growing stronger the more the student pulled the reins. His triceps grew as big as the horseshoes the beast had attached to its hooves, hanging down and stretching the sleeves to impossible limits. His shoulders rounded out and grew as big as cannon balls, proportionate to the arms they were now supposed to carry. He was using his legs to stabilize himself, squeezing the animal with strength. The thick fabric of his jeans started to stretch, giving away to the tree trunks that were replacing his legs. He felt more comfortable once his ass ballooned out making a perfect cushion for the hard saddle underneath. Once he caught up with Iñigo, he used all his might to stop the horse, pulling the reins and making it rear. The sudden display of strength made his chest puff out into two massive concrete slabs, bursting out from the upper part of his shirt and forming an almost obscene cleavage. His stomach hardened into a perfectly cut eight-pack, bulging with strength, and his back flared out almost ripping the rest of the shirt to shreds.

“Woah! What a rrrush,” said Michael, rolling his tongue to pronounce the word.

“I told you, you’re a natural,'' said Iñigo, getting off the horse. “Come with me. I want you to take a look at the fruits.”

Both men entered one of the furthest rows of vines. Grapes hung from the plant’s cordons, giving some color to the otherwise green landscape. Iñigo took one fruit and tore it off, handing it to Michael. The student looked perplexed for a bit, worried they might get into trouble for damaging the plants. Iñigo saw Michael’s face, reading through his emotions, and smiled.

“Don’t worry. No one is going to tell us anything.”

“I’m sure a tour around the vineyard doesn’t include stealing some of the fruit.”

“It’s not stealing if you own it,'' said Iñigo laughing. Michael opened both his eyes in surprise, everything about the mysterious Mexican man suddenly making sense.

“Wait, so you own the vineyard? And the hotel?”

“Well, not only me.”, he said, his gaze suddenly getting lost in the distance.

“Who else?”, asked Michael, scratching his hairy pecs with his free hands.

“No, just me. I got confused for a second,” said Iñigo, diverting his attention back to Michael. “Anyways, try it out and tell me your opinion.”

Michael took the grape and put it in his mouth, its rich fruity flavor inundating his mind. He stayed quiet for a moment, his brain interpreting the taste and all the possible combinations with it. Iñigo leaned down playfully, looking for the student’s lost eyes.

“And?”

“Very tasty and rich in flavor. The tannins don’t taste that strong. It’s going to be a good crop. Malbec, right?”

Iñigo smiled, partially surprised the student had such a wide viticulture. Michael smiled back at him, puffing out his chest proudly and standing straighter. He didn’t notice when his body stretched up a few inches.

“Yes, it is. It’s the house’s specialty. We’re known for our wine’s rich and…”

“…and spicy flavor. I know. Very impressive, Iñigo. Well done.”

“If you want to try out some of the already prepared wine, let’s go to the winery. I assumed you would like wine, so I arranged a tasting for us.”

“I love it. Thank you, Iñigo.”, said Michael taking the now shorter man’s hand, squeezing it tenderly.

“Well, follow me then,'' said Iñigo, getting on his stallion and galloping uphill. Michael followed suit, and soon both men were entering the winery.

The rich scent of freshly pressed grapes, wine and wood filled in their nostrils, as they made a small tour looking at the machinery and storage. The distillery was big enough to be the most important in town, with the wine getting exported nationally and internationally. Iñigo explained the process to make wine, and Michael listened carefully. A lot of things made more sense than he thought, almost like he was an expert oenologist himself. When they made it to the end of the tour, a small candle lit table was waiting for them next to the massive storage shelves filled with bottles. They sat on opposing sides, chatting gleefully about new production methods and marketing ideas.

“I had no idea you’d be such a wine enthusiast”, said Iñigo taking a sip off his glass.

“What can I say, wine culture is in my family.”, said Michael, his mind erasing the fact that his parents didn’t even drink. “And you, my friend, have truly made a name for yourself with this winery. Everything is exquisite.”

Michael’s voice started to crack and drop, reaching a gruff bass deeper than Iñigo’s. His neck bulged out, thick cords of muscle climbing up from his traps to his head.

“Only the best for you, my friend,'' said Iñigo, filling up the student’s glass. Both men looked up, staring at each other. Michael was finding it harder and harder not to throw himself on the Mexican man, and judging by his face, so was Iñigo.

“So, Miguel, how have you liked your trip?”

“Well, I certainly love the town. It’s filled with good people. Not to mention the rich cultural heritage.”

“Tell me, what has been your favorite part?”, Iñigo asked, already knowing the answer.

Neither one of them realized the conversation shifted naturally to Spanish, Michael speaking perfectly in the tonality of the region.

“Well, the food is definitely tastier and richer, the architecture exquisite, a testament to both colonial and Mexican artistry, and the artistic talent lurking around every corner. I couldn’t possibly just choose one.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, admiring Iñigo’s handsome face.

“If I had to choose… I would choose you. You made the whole trip magical. I wish it wouldn’t end.”

“It doesn’t have to,'' said Iñigo, getting closer. “You could stay. I’d like you to stay.”

Michael looked down for a bit, a glimmer of his sorrow still present inside of him.

“I can’t… I need to go back home.”

“Why? You could start fresh here! Live a new life, and leave your past behind.”

Michael’s head was spinning. Part of him was still attached to his pain, almost addicted to it. The pain he used as an excuse not to move forward, to stay tacit and not look for change. Even if that change brought happiness with it. But another part of him was telling him he belonged there. He could make his life, and the life of others, much better if he just let go off the past. The black stone in his pocket was pulsing, balancing the energy inside his body. Soon, the part of him that was frozen in the past started to get smaller, its voice drowning in the shine of the possible future. He was ready to take that leap of faith, and find a new destiny.

Without saying a word, he got up and threw himself at Iñigo, their mouths interlocking in a passionate kiss. With a mighty push of his arm, he wiped the wooden table off the glasses and plates, and both men threw themselves on the sturdy surface, which miraculously stayed in one piece, supporting the weight of both massive bodies. Michael explored every corner of the Mexican man’s mouth, tasting the sweet aftermath of the wine. His jaw cracked and grew like a cinder block, ending with a cleft chin worthy of a superhero. The rough shadow of his beard stayed the same length, but a majestic handlebar of a mustache blossomed on his upper lip. He descended on Iñigo’s neck, biting and licking it, filling his lungs with the man’s strong scent. He could practically taste the wooden smell, along with the intoxicating natural musk product of an afternoon in the hot sunlight. Iñigo grabbed the student’s body with his both hands, feeling the vast expanse of his muscular back underneath his palms. With ease, Michael tore Iñigo’s shirt open, exposing a chiseled torso worthy of a renaissance marble sculpture. The light caramel tone of his skin only accentuated the deep cuts of his muscle. It wasn’t as massive as Michael’s, but much more meticulously sculpted to the point of obsession. He descended further, licking the man’s hard chest and tasting the salty flavor of fresh sweat. Michael’s face changed further, cracking and growing to match his new size. His brow was pronounced over his eyes, and his nose cracked and grew thicker, giving him a much rougher appearance than Iñigo. The hair on his head darkened, finally matching the pelt on his body, and styled itself into an elegant side part.

Iñigo tore the student’s shirt open too, exposing the hairy mountains underneath. Even his back was hairy, sporting its own dark dusting. Michael’s pecs were round and heavy, less defined than Iñigo’s, but much more powerful-looking. He had to tear the sleeves apart, because the gargantuan arms wouldn’t fit through the openings anymore. Once Michael made it to the Mexican’s crotch, he swiftly undid the button and took his pants away, exposing some tight silk briefs with a massive bulge inside. Playfully, he bit the elastic and pulled it down, and Iñigo’s overgrown penis jumped out, almost slapping him on the face. With dexterity, he took the entire member inside his mouth and began massaging it with his tongue. Iñigo’s deep moans resonated through the rows of shelves, as he relished in the feelings that were spreading from his loins. Michael started to taste the flavor of the Mexican’s essence, which triggered another phase in his change. His muscles thickened and grew some more, gaining a layer of healthy fat over them. His stomach bulged out like a tortoise’s shell, worthy of a strongman more than a bodybuilder. His chest got heavier, and his ass bulged out further into a massive boulder. Then, his pale skin started to darken, acquiring the characteristic caramel tone of a Latin man. His features rearranged to cement his new heritage.

After some minutes, he stopped sucking Iñigo’s manhood, and took off his own jeans, exposing his underwear. A small tent could be seen inside, the last remainder of his old body. In an impressive display of strength, he turned Iñigo around, took off his underwear, and started to rub himself against the man’s hard bubble butt. He got on top of him, their faces meeting once again, and tenderly kissed the Mexican’s cheek whilst opening his way inside of Iñigo. The Mexican man grunted; the slight pain being swiftly replaced by pleasure jolts that travelled across his body. Michael started to pump harder, his own deep moans overshadowing the other man’s. The pressure in the student’s own member started to grow, filling it with more blood and filling it beyond its limit. Thrust after thrust the manhood grew, until Michael had a penis comparable to a wine bottle. Iñigo was squirming underneath the much bigger man, his body almost unable to handle so much pleasure. Michael’s balls swelled as well, dropping lower and hitting the Mexican’s hamstrings in a constant rhythm. The overexposure to new hormones changed Michael’s body further. Muscles aged, looking more lived in. His skin roughened up some more, and sprinkles of white extended all over his body hair. His hairline receded, and his mustache acquired a gray hue. Crow’s feet extended from his eyes, giving the man’s new age away. With a powerful thrust, he inundated the Mexican’s gut with his seed, both men screaming in ecstasy. He fell on top of Iñigo, who finished a couple of times on the table. Both men were sweating profusely, the scent of sex almost overtaking the wine’s fruity smell. They cuddled in silence for a bit, enjoying the last orgasmic ripples leaving their bodies.

“So, I hope I could convince you to stay,'' said Iñigo, rubbing his face against the bigger man’s hairy chest.

“How could I leave? This is my home.”, said Michael, the new memories slowly overwriting his old ones.

After getting dressed, both men left towards the hotel. Iñigo entered the room with Michael, and the two of them joined in passionate lovemaking the rest of the night, with the pale moon as their only witness watching peacefully from the big windows.

When Michael opened his eyes, he was standing on the top of a green hill. The sun was shining, and he could feel the fresh spring breeze on his face. On top of the hill was a tree, and underneath its shadow laid Will, with his arms behind his head and his gaze fixed on the sky, watching the white clouds pass. The student walked towards the tree, and sat in the shade next to him.

“This is it? The end? For your life?”, asked Will without looking at Michael.

“No, Will. This is a new opportunity.”

“Lucky you. You still have an opportunity.”, answered Will sarcastically, looking at Michael’s peaceful face. “So, what’s gonna happen to me?”

Michael took a deep breath, enjoying the almost forgotten peace he so much craved.

“You’re going to live inside of me. All the memories, all the experiences, all the laughs and jokes and surprises will be forever in my heart. But also, the grief, the loss, the impotence. I will never forget what you taught me.”

Will looked at Michael quizzically, a hint of doubt still lurking behind his eyes.

“I need to tell you one last thing. I’m sorry, Will. I’m sorry for not being the strong pillar you needed. I’m sorry for letting my own demons blind me from your pain. And most of all, I’m sorry for not expressing enough how accompanied you were. You were never alone. I need you to understand that. You were loved, and cared for. Despite what you might think, I was always there for you.”, said Michael, a tear slowly sliding down his cheek. “I forgive you. And, please, forgive me. I’m going to start a new life, and I need to let you go.”

Will smiled, his somber demeanor fading away and leaving his usual playful side behind.

“You were always the sentimental one. Fine, you have my blessing.”, he said standing up and heading down the hill. Before fading from view, he looked back at Michael. “You deserve to be happy. Glad you finally understood it.”

And with that, he disappeared into the distance. Michael stood up and stretched. He felt the new weight on his body, and when he looked down he was greeted by his new form. His powerful chest was blocking his view from the lower side of his body, and he could feel his mustache quiver in the wind. He took one last breath, and let himself be swallowed by the sunlight.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer Michael, but Miguel. He looked to his side, to find Iñigo laying next to him, still sleeping. He got up and observed his surroundings. The room looked slightly changed, more lived in. The big closet was filled to the brim with different suits, boots and hats. The bathroom sink was full of lotions, creams and shaving utensils. Staring in the mirror he saw himself for the first time since the change. He looked imposing and regal, like a true gentleman. He stroked his thick mustache, feeling its softness with his fingers. He heard Iñigo groaning, so he headed into the room. Iñigo stared at him with his dark brown eyes, with the same infatuation from the first day they met.

“Buenos días, amor,'' he said, getting up and planting a sweet kiss on the older man’s lips.

Suddenly, Miguel’s mind filled in the holes of his new life. He was Miguel Rosales de la Fuente, owner of the hotel Real de Rosales, along with its vineyard and winery. A true staple in San Miguel de Allende’s society, and Iñigo de la Fuente’s husband. He felt the gold wedding ring on his finger, remembering the day he first saw Iñigo when he arrived in town almost thirty years ago. He was fresh out of university, and Iñigo was barely entering adulthood. He stayed in the de la Fuente’s family hostel, and soon grew fascinated with the town. He put his education to good use, and founded the winery. The hotel came afterwards, and soon the entire town revered him as a mentor. He was responsible for the many restoration processes all over town. He loved it, and did his best in keeping it in shape. Iñigo declared his love with many serenatas, and soon both men were tying the knot in an alternative ceremony. It was decades later when they were finally able to officialize their marriage, and they have been living and travelling the world ever since. Miguel liked to come back to town from time to time, always staying in his hotel.

“Buenos días, cielo,'' said Miguel embracing the shorter man. “What’s your plan for today?”

“I told Hector I would show him his new workout regime. The kid is growing big.”

“I know, I’ve had to buy a couple of new uniforms for him this year alone.”, said Miguel flexing his biceps absentmindedly. “Mind if I join you? I need to let out some steam before the many scheduled reunions today. Gotta meet with the mayor for a new trash recycling plan, and if I don’t lift heavy, I’m going to have a difficult time keeping my temper.”

“Sure! I’m certain Hector will appreciate having you around. Sometimes I feel you’re the one he takes seriously.”

“It's probably because the mass impresses him!”, said Miguel laughing loudly, puffing out his chest. “You’re the expert in training, not me.”

“That much is true. Let’s go then, you don’t wanna be late to your meetings. And we both know how much time you need to actually get ready.”

Iñigo headed into the bathroom to wash himself, and Miguel approached the window, watching the whole vineyard before him. He really made a difference when he decided to stay in San Miguel de Allende. It was truly a magical town. He looked back at the bedside table. The onyx heart was laying there, its smooth surface glistening. Miguel smiled, thanking it quietly. Despite having adopted a new life, a last vestige of the person he used to be remained inside of him, to remind him how precious life was, and how you can always find a new destiny in the most unexpected places.

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More Bookshop Shenanigans!

I really did plan for this to be a ‘sometimes fic’...Seriously, between this and the one shots, I feel like I’ve had a well of creativity tapped by this Weird Rat Man.

Can’t stop won’t stop I suppose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Antonio asks the big questions, Estelle gives some advice, Bruno is a hot mess.

“Lolo?”               Antonio’s big sister and Señor Mariano were sitting together under one of the big wax palms in the front garden. Señor Mariano was lying with his head on Dolores’ lap, writing in one of his notebooks, while Lolo sat with her back to the tree trunk, eyes closed. Antonio knew it was rude to interrupt when his sister was meditating, but this was important. Plus, she probably heard him coming ages ago.

              He was the only one who called her Lolo. He hadn’t been able to say her name right when he was small – years and years ago – so Mamá and Papi taught him to say Lolo instead. Now, it was their special thing. Like how Señorita Estelle called him ‘little mate.’               “Hm?” Lolo asked, opening one eye as he sat down at her feet.               “What is love?”               As he walked down the path into town, Camilo sang a few lines of a very catchy and silly song. Antonio stuck his tongue out at his back. Lolo opened her eyes properly, and Señor Mariano sat up, looking at him too.               “Why do you want to know?” she asked him, slowly.               “I just do.”               Lolo looked at Señor Mariano, and they said something to each other without speaking. “I think you should be talking to Mamá and Papi about this,” Lolo said. Antonio shook his head.               “They can’t keep a secret.”               “A secret?” Señor Mariano said, raising one perfect eyebrow. Antonio had snuck into the bathroom one morning after Señor Mariano had stayed the night. He knew he used a tiny brush on them every morning. But that was a secret, too. “Why’s it a secret, hombre? You got a little girlfriend in town?”               Antonio scowled darkly. “No.”               Mariano nodded. “A little boyfriend, then. I see.”               Antonio’s scowl deepened. Why weren’t they just letting him ask his questions?! “I just wanna know,” he said, scooching closer to his sister, “how you make someone fall in love. That’s all!”               Lolo and Mariano did that ‘talking without talking’ thing again. “You can’t make someone fall in love, Tonito,” Lolo said.               “You made Señor Mariano fall in love with you.”               Lolo blinked. Mariano leaned over her, and took her hand in his. “Love, my little friend,” Mariano said, turning Lolo’s hand over and kissing it, “isn’t something you can control. It’s inevitable; like the tides. Like summer following spring. You can’t force it to be summer before its time. You just have to close your eyes and, well, let it happen.”               Lolo smiled and kissed Mariano on the cheek, giving him this soft, mushy look. Antonio got up with a world-weary sigh – he had been around his Tio Bruno a lot, after all – and stomped off into the house. Clearly, he wasn’t getting any answers here. ... “Hola, Señorita! I got your mail for you, since I was there.”               “Oh,” Estelle said, rising from her seat. “Thanks, Osvaldo, that’s, um, nice of you.”               And it was. Really, it was. But ask anyone who’s lived in a big English city, and they’ll tell you that even being acknowledged as a living entity by your neighbours can sometimes feel a bit…intrusive. But that was why you left, right Estelle? Part of the reason, anyway.               “Any word on Kingmaker, Volume Seven?”               Ay, Osvaldo. “Not yet,” she said, taking the thick, white envelope from her neighbour’s hands with her most professional smile. “I’ll let you know as soon as I know anything.”               “Well, it did say in his newsletter it came out this year…”               Estelle gritted her teeth. The particular author that Osvaldo was obsessed with was infamous for letting his deadlines and pre-order dates fly over his head like so many…well, so many dragons flying over the heads of warring kings. “I’ll let you know, Osvaldo. Promise.”               Once the shop was empty again, Estelle reluctantly tore into the envelope, holding her breath. Surely not. Not yet, she’d only been here a few months…               E,               Your landlord in Bogota said you’d paid the last of your lease months ago, and advised we look for you in the small mountainous towns near…               Estelle dropped the letter into the wastepaper bin by her chair, not reading the rest. She didn’t need to. Stop hiding, Estelle, come back to England, Estelle. Your aunt didn’t leave you that money so you could run away from your family, Estelle…               The bell above the front door of Nettle & Daisy jingled merrily, and Estelle blinked away the tears that were beginning to mist over her vision. “Hi there,” she chirped. “Y’alright?”               Camilo squinted at her as he closed the door behind him. “Uh, yeah?” he asked. “Who said I wasn’t?”               “It’s just an English-ism, Camilo. Ignore it.”               Camilo – prickly, sarcastic, effortlessly funny Camilo – didn’t come to the shop often. He was a reluctant reader; not stupid, by any means, Estelle hated it when people confused the two. Just not the type to sit and read a 500-page tome. But, together, they’d worked out a few titles he enjoyed. Graphic novels, mostly.               “You haven’t finished the last stack already, have you?” Estelle asked. “You were only here last week.”               “Erm, nah, nah nah.” Camilo shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, trying to cover it up as swagger. “I just thought, hey, I’d see what else you’ve got. Broaden my, y’know, horizons.”               “…alright.”               Estelle watched for five minutes as Camilo ran his fingers over the spines of the hardback classics on the spinner by the door; reading the titles as he went. Every so often, he’d pull one out, read the blurb, put it back. Pull one out, read, put it back. Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore.               “There’s no books in there about mutants, y’know. Except for Island of Dr. Moreau. But that’s not really what it’s about.”               Camilo’s gaze slid away, hit the floor. He was more like his uncle than he would probably like to think, Estelle thought with a smile. “I know. I just…well…should I be, y’know…like…” He winced. “They’re not for babies, are they?”               Estelle rounded the desk, brow furrowing in concern. “What, graphic novels? Has someone been telling you they are? Because if they have…”               “Nah, nah, no-one’s said anything like that.” Camilo rolled his eyes, his shoes scuffing against the tile. “It’s just…like, the family have this stupid book club. And all I hear is, like…” He popped into the shape of his sister Dolores, fluttering her eyes and simpering. “‘Well, I’m on chapter seven already.’”               Next up was Mirabel, pushing her glasses up her nose with a middle finger. “‘Have you got to the twist ending yet? I haaaave.’”               Then, Camilo changed into his Tio Bruno. But taller. Greyer. With glowing green eyes and a manic smile. Estelle didn’t like it. “‘Oh, y’know, like, I-I read that one in, y’know, like, one night Milo, ‘coz, y’know, I’m a twisted goblin man who doesn’t need sleep and lives off caffeine.’”               Camilo popped back into his own shape, arms crossed, blowing a lock of hair out of his eyes. “And Mamá keeps dropping hints that I should join in, read a book without pictures, and…I don’t wanna…I mean, I’d just…ugh, whatever.”               Estelle was suddenly filled with the urge to give the kid a big hug. She’d seen it a million times; well-meaning family members and pushy teachers shoving classics in their kids’ hands and driving them away from reading for pleasure ever again. And reading for pleasure was the best thing in the entire world. Apart from arepas.               “Well,” Estelle said, leaning against the spinner, “their book this month is Give Me a Hint, Daniella Mint. Do you want to read that? I have spare copies.”               Camilo scoffed.  “No. It’s full of kissing and stuff. I’m still an innocent young boy, Estelle; I don’t need all that smut in my life.”               Not for the first time, Estelle wondered if she should tell Camilo that so many girls who visited her Young Adult section (the ones who liked boys, anyway) spent a good chunk of their time giggling about how cute Camilo’s freckles were. Instead, she ruffled his hair (‘Ay, Esteeeeelllle….’) and said; “So, it doesn’t matter what they’re reading, or how quickly they read it. You read what you want to read. You enjoy what you enjoy, and you don’t need some silly club to do it. And if anyone says anything, you come to me about it. I’ll kick their butts.”               “Ha. Yeah, I’m sure.” Camilo changed into her, then; short, blonde, curvy, zero muscle; wearing a lilac dress, thick-lensed glasses and earrings shaped like birds. She thought the smear of sunburn across the entire mask of her face was a bit mean, though. “You’re just a force of nature, Señorita.”               “You arse.” Estelle plucked a weighty classic from the spinner and pretended to smack him with it. “Get out of my shop, immediately.”               “Hey! Ay! Estelle! Foul play! Yellow card, Estelle, yellow card!” Camilo cowered and ran towards the shop door, hands above his head. Just before he left, he turned and smiled. “Thanks, though. For the pep talk.”               “Anytime.”              ... ‘“Daniella,” Zavier breathed, pulling her close with his big, rugby-player arms, “I can’t fight how I feel for you any longer.”               Daniella shivered, though the air between them crackled with heat. Somewhere along the way, pretending to date her incredibly handsome, charismatic and sensitive best friend to win a luxury cruise to a tropical island had turned into something far, far more unlikely.               Daniella reached up, her fingertips brushing against Zavier’s skin. Her fingertips traced along his wrist, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Bruno’s breath caught as her fingers gripped his wrist, the delicious pressure causing his pulse to pound against the palm of her hand as he…’               Zavier. I mean Zavier. I mean GAH IT HAPPENED AGAIN --!               Bruno let the book fall from his hand with a frustrated growl. He was lying lengthways in his old, faded red chair – his favourite position for reading in, though his family always got on his back about how it’d destroy what was left of his posture – his head resting on one arm, his feet on the other. But even the Optimum Reading Position hadn’t managed to help him actually, y’know, concentrate on reading. He knew he was touch-starved, but jeez. Days later and he was still thinking about Estelle’s hand on his wrist?! And that was only because he couldn’t face up to thinking about how, when a pretty girl was literally about to fall into his lap, he reached up and stopped her. By putting his hand on her hip. There were about a million different ways that was the stupidest decision he’d made since coming out of the walls.               She had really soft hands, though. And her waist was, um, a lot more defined than he’d realised. Not that he’d been, y’know, looking. He’d totally been looking. Staring, really. Bruno scrubbed one hand over his eyes. He was such a creep. And she was so nice. And funny. And had really, really soft hands. Hands he could imagine tightening just a little more around his wrists as he leaned in and –               Ay, Dios. He could never go back to that shop again, could he?               On his chest, Gabriella stirred from her sleeping position, annoyed by all the sudden movement. “Lo siento,” Bruno said softly, rubbing one of her ears between his thumb and forefinger. “You can go back to sleep, mi vida.” Gabi gave him a reproachful look and sauntered off, hopping onto the top of the armchair and away into one of the myriad of ratty tunnels Casita had installed in his room. “It’s official,” Bruno said to himself with a shrug. “Bruno Madrigal; Prophecy Demon, terrible with women and rats.”               Outside his room, he heard someone passing by. “Ooh,” Bruno said, rolling out of his seat as gracefully as a newborn gazelle in a hurricane, “Mirabel! Hey kid, kid kid kid, hang on.”               Mirabel turned just as Bruno threw his door open. “You okay, Tio?”               Apart from mentally replacing characters in a romance novel with myself and the first person outside my family to touch me in a decade? Yep, totally fine and normal.               “Yeah, s’all good, all great – listen; you wanna, like, do something? We could go for a walk along the river, or go into town and go shopping. Or, hm. Maybe not shopping.”               Because you’ll find yourself going back to the bookshop you CREEPY OLD MAN               “But, hey, maybe, I dunno…”               Mirabel winced apologetically. “I’m on my way to help Isa in her garden for a while. Sister Time. Sorry, Tio.”               Bruno tried not to deflate too visibly. “Nah, it’s alright. I was just, y’know, bored.”               Mirabel’s gaze went to the book still hanging from his hand. “Aren’t you enjoying Sophie Mint?” Her eyes narrowed. “…and isn’t that my copy?”               Bruno glanced down at the book. The cover was pastel green, with an illustration of a burly man holding a woman with cropped, pink hair in his arms, bridal-style. Bruno quite liked illustrated covers. They were cute. “Yeah, um…yeah, it is your copy. I…couldn’t get to the shop in time, heh. Bu-but I kept your place!”               Mirabel tilted her head at her tio with a long-suffering sigh, and a tiny, guilty smile crossed his face as he realised just how much she looked like her Mamá when she did that. “You were with me when I bought mine. You went to the cobblers’ while I went to Nettle & Daisy.”               “Ha, yeah. I suppose…I suppose I did.”               “I could have bought you your copy when I –”               Bruno threw his ruana over his shoulder, scowling theatrically. “Enough of this chatter, Mirabel Madrigal! If you cannot find time for your elders, begone with you. I shall entertain myself for an afternoon. For I…am a grown-up. And I can do that.”               Mirabel looked at him for a long moment. “I’ll see you at dinner, then?”               “Yeah, see ya, kiddo,” Bruno muttered, trudging back into his room and closing the door. Sophie Mint was a washout. Too, um, distracting. And, if even his rats had abandoned him, he’d have to find something else to occupy his time. Drawing! Yeah. Drawing always kept his mind busy. He could work on one of his studies, try and get better at a new style. Maybe realism. Give himself a proper challenge, something he could devote his entire mind to and really get involved in.               Drawing hands, maybe.

[jerzwriter]

Miami Getaway

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Summary: Ethan and Casey take a desperately needed vacation, but the green-eyed monster keeps visiting Ethan.

Category: Fluff – One Off

Warnings: none

A/N: This is going out to @adiehardfan who asked for a jealous Ethan. This is not related to any other stories I’m writing - just for a little fun.

A/N2: Participating in @wackydrabbles​ this week, the prompt is in bold below.

Word: 1178

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

Even though his eyes were hidden behind his dark sunglasses, he still averted her gaze. His clenched jaw and stony expression appeared even more pronounced because his focus was on swaying palm trees and gentle waves across from the sidewalk café where they were seated. He had yet to find any humor in the situation, something that made it even harder for Casey to contain her laughter as she peeked up at him from under her wide-brimmed hat.

“Señor, señorita…” the waiter said pleasantly while placing two decadent frosty, tropical beverages on the small white table that separated them.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you so much,” Casey said as she picked up Ethan’s beverage and pulled it closer to her own. “But I think the gentleman might need something a little stronger today.

Can you bring him a glass of your finest scotch, neat.”

“Of course! Would you like me to take this away?” he asked motioning to the extra drink.

“No, I think I’ll be needing that.”

He finally turned toward her. “You’re very funny,” he deadpanned.

She gently kicked him under the table and broke out into a fit of giggles.

A small smirk, minuscule even, came to his lips, but even that was an improvement.

Their long day started at 5:15 AM as they left his condo for an early flight out of Logan. Casey met their Uber driver downstairs as Ethan was running a little behind. The handsome young driver shot Casey an enchanting smile as he placed the final suitcase in the trunk, “I know it’s not customary, but would you like to sit upfront? It’s a bit nippy and the passenger seat is extremely comfortable and heated.”

Ethan had become accustomed to men, and women, being flirtatious with his beautiful girlfriend, but as they set off for some much needed rest and relaxation, he was in no mood.

“Thank you,” he said abruptly placing his arm around her, “but I think I can manage to keep her plenty warm in the back.”

The driver nodded politely as he opened the back door, “Of course, sir, this way.”

Amused, Casey raised her eyebrow and shook her head.

“What?”

“Nothing dear.”

Arriving at the airport, Casey barely had one leg out of the car, when several skycaps came running over to assist her with her bags. It was no wonder, looking resplendent in her tropical sundress that hugged every curve exactly right, she was a vision to behold.

“Ma’am, I can help you.”

“I was here first; I will help her!”

Throwing two carry-on bags over his shoulder and loudly snapping the handle on their suitcase up, Ethan announced, “We don’t need any assistance. You can find someone else to bother!”

Casey grinned slightly and walked over to Ethan. Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Baby, why don’t you let me carry one of those.”

“That’s not necessary, I’m happy to carry it for you,” he said glaring at the skycaps who quickly turned away.

Waiting at the gate, Ethan stepped away to use the men’s room. Casey took out her iPad and began reading. Within moments, several grad school students wearing Boston University t-shirts sat near her.

“Hey, are you on the flight to Miami?”

Casey gazed up at the gate number, “I think that’s why we’re all here.”

“Miami is wild this time of year! Lots of parties! Where are you staying, maybe we can meet up?”

“I will be in Miami for a bit of rest and relaxation with my…”

“Is there someone else you can harass? Or better yet, could you show a modicum of self-control and leave other passengers alone,” Ethan glared as he returned to his seat next to Casey.

“We’re good, we’re good,” one of the men said as they all stood and scattered.

Casey chuckled as she snuggled under Ethan’s arm and returned to her reading.

“You know, you really don’t have to do this, hun. You have nothing to be jealous of.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Yes, you are jealous.”

“No, I’m…”

“Buddy,” an older man across the way interrupted, “you’re jealous. Capeesh?”

Casey laughed as Ethan turned a brighter shade of crimson.

After taking a taxi to their hotel, they settled in their room and Casey headed downstairs to get them a table at the café off the lobby. A beautiful young woman greeted her at the hostess station. Casey smiled warmly and requested a table for two. As she was seated, the hostess said, “I hope you’ll be coming here often, I work every breakfast, lunch and Thursday and Friday nights, if you’re here with friends…”

Ethan came from behind and took his seat. “She is not here with friends, she is here with me. Does your boss know you have nothing better to do than waste your time flirting with your customers?”

“You can’t blame a girl for trying,” the hostess said with a wink as she walked away.

“Ethan…” Casey said giving him a playful stare.

“Not right now…” he said turned his gaze toward the tranquil beach beyond Ocean Drive in an attempt to cool down.

After finishing their lunch, they crossed the street to take a stroll on the beach.

“Ethan, you have to stop. You know you have nothing to be jealous of. On an up-note, we are now in Miami Beach, this place is swimming with models from all over the world. I doubt anyone will even notice me.”

Just then a roller bladder passing by gave Casey a double-take and promptly crashed into a pole, causing him to fall to the ground.

Ethan seethed.

“Sorry, my bad.. my bad..” the roller bladder said lifting himself off of the ground.”

“You were saying?” Ethan snapped.

Casey stopped walking and turned him around to face her.

“Babe, do you have any idea how many women have given you the once over since we left Boston this morning?”

“None.”

“That is completely inaccurate. And did you notice the barista batting her eyelashes at you at the airport? Or the way the front-desk clerk pushed her co-worker out of the way rushing over to assist you when we checked in?”

“No. But if they did, doesn’t it bother you.”

“No. I know have nothing to worry about, and it’s the price I have to pay for having such a hot boyfriend. Besides, if I ever do feel a twinge of jealousy, all I do is remind myself that they don’t get to do this to you.”

She leaned in and gave him a warm, lingering kiss.

“Well, that might help,” he said with a grin.

“So, try that next time that little green monster creeps up. I have faith in you, I know you can do it.”

“I guess I can, but I need some practice. How about once more – for good luck.”

He pulled her in for an even more passionate kiss, leaving her breathless.

“Now I think I can do this,” he grinned placing his arm around her.

Casey smiled up at him, “I never doubted you.”

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[justmemewriting]

The Sister (Javier Peña x reader) Part 1

Scared or nervous? You couldn't quite pinpoint the feeling you were currently feeling. This could be the chance of a lifetime for you. Were you really going to let him ruin that for you? No. You knew that he wouldn't be happy about it, but there also was nothing that you could do. You want to know what I'm talking about? Well, then let me explain it to you.

You were Y/N García. That name doesn't ring a bell? But I'm sure that the name Steve Murphy does. You were Steve's sister. Well, actually his half-sister. But family is family, right? Steve certainly doesn't seem to think so.                                                                                                         

Yours and Steve's relationship never was good. After his parents got, divorced, when he was three years old, his mother got remarried, and, you guessed it, she married your father.            When Steve was 4 years old, you were born, and things couldn't have been better in the eyes of your parents. Two beautiful children.

Sadly, Steve never really seemed to have made an effort with you. When you were younger, he usually would just ignore you and when he got older, he either spent his time in his room or with his friends, but rarely ever with you. You figured that at some point all of that was going to change, but that never happened.

Maybe it was because you and Steve were complete opposites. You took more after your father. You spoke Spanish and you were more outgoing, and you loved to keep your father's Mexican culture alive. Steve, however, was shyer and more closed off, well to you anyway, and he wasn't interested in the Mexican culture. He always said that he didn't have Mexican or Spanish blood, so it wouldn't make sense for him to learn Spanish.

After Steve got the job at the DEA, he left town to go to who knows where, and you have only seen him a couple of times since. He never bothered to check up on you, so naturally, he doesn't know that you also are a DEA agent now.

You didn't dare call him up and telling him that you were working for the DEA for the past three years now, because you knew that he wouldn't understand. Especially now that you were coming to work for him. But you always figured that it was none of his business since he never gave a shit about you before, so why should he now?

...

Your cab came to a halt in front of a shabby motel. You paid the driver and got out of the cab and you started walking towards the motel.

Thing is, you had only rented your room in the motel for one day because you didn't want to live in a place like this any longer than you have to. You were still hoping that the DEA would provide accommodation for you since they practically begged you to come work for them. So, you were hoping that when you went to work the next day, you'd find a new place to stay. What would be even better was if you could stay with Steve, until you could find yourself a proper flat, but you were too scared to ask him anyway.

You'd just have to figure it out.

After getting yourself the key to your room at the reception, you entered the room and put your luggage on the bed. You took out more comfortable clothes and you went over to your small bathroom. You pulled aside the shower curtain and looked at the shower. In all honesty, it looked like it had never been cleaned properly, but it would just have to do for one night, and for one shower.

After your shower, you were laying on the bed trying to fall asleep, but that proved to be more difficult than you thought. You couldn't stop thinking about the following day. You pictured different scenarios about how the meeting with your brother would go, some of them good and others not so much. You could only hope that the actual scenario unfolding tomorrow would be a good one.

The next morning you woke up at 7 AM. You went to the bathroom, got ready and dressed in a nice outfit. Choosing your outfit always seemed to be the most difficult part of your morning routine. It was rare for a woman to actually work for the DEA as an agent, so people were already looking at you weirdly which is why it was hard for you to choose an outfit. If you dressed in pants and a shirt you "weren't trying hard enough" or you were considered to be "too masculine". But if you dressed in a skirt you couldn't do your job properly since you had to be flexible and running a lot for your job. So, which one are you going to be?

You pretty much always chose the first one, since doing your job well was more important to you than what some men thought of you. Today you decided to wear black pants, a blue button-up shirt and a black jacket.

You packed the rest of your luggage and then made yourself on your way. You gave the key back at the reception and you waited for your cab to arrive. Once it arrived, you put your luggage in the trunk of the car, and then drove to the office.

You weren't sure if you could handle the nerves much longer, so you were glad when you finally arrived at the DEA office. You paid the driver, got your luggage and entered the building.

You went to the reception, where a nice woman was waiting.

"Hi." You waited for the secretary to look up at you. "I'm agent García," you told her with a smile on your face.                                                                                                     

"Oh of course. We've already been expecting you, agent. Your two partners are waiting for you in the office right down the hall.", she told you nicely. 

"Thank you. Is there somewhere I could put my luggage while I'm working?".                                     

"Yes of course. Let me show you", she said and got up from her chair. She showed you to a room which seemed to be a storage room. You thanked her, put your luggage in the room, and then decided to make your way over to the office.

As you were walking down the hall, you passed a lot of offices, yet there wasn't a single woman in any of them. You reached the office door and you could already see Steve inside, but he hadn't seen you yet.

You knocked on the door and slowly opened the door. Steve and another man were sitting at their desks and now looked up at you.

"Hola señores."

[honeymoon2311]

El amor de un saiyayin - historia de Wattpad

1| El inicio

<< ¿Por qué siempre me pasa esto a mí?>>

-¡¡HAAAAA!!-dimos un grito al unísono, mi novio y yo, del susto, pues nos estaba persiguiendo un grupo de robots policías sobre los techos de las casas del planeta Imegga

-¡Corre más rápido!-dijo la pequeña azabache que corría delante de nosotros

-¡¿Cómo quieras que corra rápido sin siquiera saber volar?! –declaré dando saltos de techo en techo mientras mi novio seguí mi paso

-Pues primero aprende a correr para después volar ¡tonta!-dijo la azabache

<< esa niña me va a volver loca>>

-______ por favor luego hablas ahora corre- dijo mi novio regañándome, para luego cargarme igual que un saco de papas y aumentar el paso

-¡todo esto es tu culpa Trunks!-dije molesta mientras el corría conmigo en brazos

-¿por qué mi culpa? Yo no fui el que te dijo que me siguieras hasta aquí-

-pero tampoco me dijiste que eras un saiya...-la frase la dejé en el aire pues de la nada comenzamos a caer junto a los dos azabaches...

Como pudieron ver, estoy en apuros, y unos muy grandes, pero primero les explicaré como rayos me enredé en todo esto ¿les parece?

Muy bien mi nombre es ______ Camsa  o conocida como la chica más envidiada de todas por salir con el chico más cotizado de todo Japón, pero luego hablaremos de él, soy una chica de estatura promedio (1'60) y de contextura normal...o estoy un poco rellenita ¿supongo?, tengo el cabello largo y ojos oscuro y mi piel es clara, tengo una personalidad firme y debes en cuando algo inmadura  aunque siempre aparento, vivo en un apartamento lejos de mis padre y mi hermano mayor y bueno...si, tengo "un novio" de repente lo conoces, cabello lavanda y ojos azulados si,¿ ya saben de quien les hablo? pues bien así es como comenzó mi contrato con él...

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<<A veces la vida te trae sorpresas inesperadamente, en mi caso me las trajo de golpe>>

Como podía ser posible acababa de salir de la universidad y ya me habían aceptado en mi primer trabajo y como secretaria general ,el mejor puesto que podría haber recibido, todo gracias a mis profesores que me apoyaron y lo mejor es que era en la empresa más prestigiosa y reconocida mundialmente...Corporación Capsula...estaba super feliz por la oportunidad que me daban, así que alisté todo para la mañana que sería mi primer día de trabajar.

Ese día vestía con mi falda negra junto con una blusa blanca de encaje, con unos tacos no tan altos que eran decorados por una correa en mis tobillos y el cabello recogido en una media coleta con el fleco laceado, estaba lista para poder empezar a trabajar

Al llegar, vi que todo estaba ordenado era tal y como pensaba, todo era moderno las paredes bien pintadas con muebles de cuero marrón oscuro, todo era muy elegante, tal y como se esperaba de la compañía más grande del mundo, al llegar a mi escritorio me encontré con la antigua secretaria que se había retirado por maternidad

-Hola disculpe soy ______, es un gusto-le dije a la señorita extendiendo mi mano

-Ha hola señorita ______, usted debe ser la nueva secretaria general verdad-me contestó estrechando mi mano suavemente

-Si es un gusto señorita...¿disculpe como se llama?-

-Señora Kan, dígame así por favor-

-Si señora Kan es un gusto-

-el gusto es mio-

-¿Qué hacia?, ¿le puedo ayudar en algo?-le pregunté porque vi que tenía algunas cajas llenas con archivos y parecía que tenía la intensión de llevárselas pero por su vientre levemente grande por el embarazo se le dificultaba

-No querida, solo voy a llevar esto a la parte trasera-dijo poniendo una mano en la cadera y la otra en su vientre

-yo le ayudo con las cajas señora Kan-le dije carga una caja que era bastante pesada y por obvias razones por el estado en el que se encontraba no hubiera podido con ellas

-Muchas gracias ______, eres muy amable-me dijo con una sonrisa agradable

-Si, no se preocupe-le dije dando algunos pasos con las pesada caja que era un poco grande haciendo que me cubran un poco la vista, fue ahí donde la señorita Kan dio un pequeño tropiezo y yo al intentar sujetarle me choque con alguien haciendo que yo me tropiece tirando las pesadas cajas al piso y antes de caer sentí con una mano pasó por mi cintura evitando mi caída haciendo que mi cabello cubra mi rostro-¿Que?-pensé cuando escuché a la señorita Kan y una voz de hombre que hizo que me asustara haciendo que me incorpore, arregle mi cabello y la falda

-¿señorita estas bien?- me preguntaron haciendo que voltee aver a la persona que me ayuda, al hacerlo fue cuando lo vi por primera vez, un chico alto de ojos azules claros con el cabello particular de color lila, vestía un traje medio amarillo y unas gafas, era fácil de reconocer quien era-disculpe señorita, ¿se encuentra bien?-me preguntó otra vez sacándome de mi pequeño transe

-Si, lo siento joven estaba distraída-le contesté haciendo una pequeña reverencia y viendo todo el desastre que hice-ho rayos hice un desastre-dije casi susurrando para mi misma y agachándome a recoger los papeles

-No te preocupes, yo le ayudo señorita-me dijo el joven agachándose y ayudándome a recoger los documentos

-Señorita ______, lo siento-me dijo la señora Kan llamando la tención del joven

-no se preocupe-le contesté con una sonrisa

-¿usted es la señorita ______ ?-me preguntó el ojiazul

-Si soy yo, usted debe ser el señor Brief ¿verdad?-le contesté

-Si, entonces tu eres mi nueva secretaria verdad-

-si, me presento soy ______ Camarena -le contesté terminando de recoger los papeles y poniéndolos de nuevo en la caja

-Usted tiene un apellido particular jeje, será un poco difícil de recordar-

-Si, no se preocupe , podría llamarme señorita ______ Camsa si no se acuerda para abreviar-le dije ya un poco avergonzada ya que no era el único que me lo decía, después de todo mi apellido es un poco complicado por eso siempre lo abrevio como Camsa.

-Bueno bienvenida a Corporación Capsula, espero que trabajes a gusto a mi lado-me dijo extendiéndome la mano y yo estrechándola

-Si muchas gracias, Señor Brief es un honor para mi trabajar para usted-le contesté con una sonrisa

-el honor es mí señorita ______-me dijo dejando de estrechar mi mano

-Señorita ______, lo siento por el incidente-me dijo la señora Kan algo preocupada

-No se preocupe señora Kan mas bien ¿usted está bien? no se tropezó ¿verdad?-le pregunté preocupada ya que por el embarazo podría ser más frágil

-No se preocupe, la caja la llevaré-me contestó

-está bien déjeme ayudarla a llevar esto a la parte trasera y de ahí volveré a subir-le contesté cargando las cajas

-No es necesario señorita ______ usted tiene trabajo pendiente-

-¡Huy! es verdad...mmm...ya sé cuando termine mi turno bajaré la caja que le parece, así podré estar a tiempo y la ayudaré-le dije a la señora Kan

-Está bien señorita disculpe las molestias-me dijo-en ese caso me retiro, hasta pronto señorita ______ espero volver a verla y por favor si ve algo fuera de lo normal no se asuste-dijo poniendo sus manos en mis hombros, se me hizo extraño que dijera eso- Bueno, hasta pronto, espero volverla a ver pronto-me dijo amablemente

-si yo igual señora Kan-le dije despidiéndola con la mano mientras veía como se alejaba-muy bien ahora voy a mi escritorio, disculpe otra vez las molestias señor Brief no volverá a pasar-le dije cargando la caja y dirigiéndome a mi escritorio

-No se preocupe señorita Camsa-me dijo siguiéndome

-De todas maneras, muchas gracias por sostenerme antes de caer, usted es muy ágil-le dije

-Gracias, no se preocupe a cualquiera le pa...-no termino de hablar ya que un montón de corporativos lo rodearon como cuando un león rodea a su presa, le hablaban de un lado a otro y el pelilila solo asentía, al parecer lo estaban regañando, y como no, si era muy bien conocido que el señor Brief se escapaba de la oficina dejando los trabajos pendientes, era conocido como uno de los presidentes más descuidados de todos pero por increíble de creer la empresa era uno de los más reconocidos gracias a él, además que hasta ahora no pueden explicar de como puede lograr escaparse de los empresarios e inversionistas ,esa era una razón por la que las secretarias renunciaban al mes o a lo mucho duraban 5 meses y eso con esfuerzo y con un psicólogo al lado para no perder la cordura o lo que le quedaba, y al parecer yo era la siguiente de una larga lista...¡hurra!😅...de un momento a otro vi como todos en mancha entraron al despacho del señor Brief dejándome atolondrada ,pero bueno no se podía hacer nada supongo, entonces me senté en mi escritorio y me puse a revisar los archivos que estaban en la mesa y me quedé sorprendida puesto que no había nada, todo estaba sin rellenar y al parecer lo tenía que hacer yo sin ayuda.

<< ¡¿rellenar 50 archivos?! ¡que horror!>>

Pero no podía hacer nada, ese era mi trabajo, así que me dispuse a hacerlo, aparte que más que secretaria general creo que me trataban como secretaria personal, y niñera de mi jefe pero bueno así la estuve durante una semana, tenía que entrar a cada momento al despacho de mi jefe para poder darle los informes escritos y pasarle documentos al parecer él lo único que pensaba era en salir rápido y firmaba todo lo que le diere lo más rápido posible y un día se lo comente.

-Disculpe mi insolencia señor Brief pero ¿no tiene miedo a que firme un documento que afecte gravemente a la empresa?-le pregunté

-¿mmm?...-me miró con una ceja levantada-Nop...aparte que si pasara eso trataría de solucionarlo-me dijo con una sonrisa incrédula

-Entiendo-le contesté recogiendo de la mesa los documentos que ya había firmado-muy bien ¿desea que le triga otra cosa?-le pregunté con cortesía

-No gracias, eso es todo señorita Camsa-me dijo y yo me retiré hacia mi escritorio pero recordé que había dejado unos documentos en la mesa del despacho de mi jefe, me puse de pie ,me dirigí hasta la puerta de su despacho y la abrí olvidándome de tocar, al hacerlo casi me da un infarto ya que vi como mi jefe se subía al borde de la ventana a punto de saltar.

<< Hay Diós ¿se va a caer o se va aventar?, como sea ¿el se va a suicidar?>>

Corrí hacia él y lo sujeté de la manga haciendo que un poco de mi cuerpo saliera de la ventana jalé de su manga con todas mis fuerzas pero se resbaló, cerré mis ojos pensando lo peor...

<<ahora como rayos voy a explicar que mi jefe y el más grande empresario de todos los tiempos se suicidó en mi delante>>

Sentí como mis ojos se humedecían no quería ver que había abajo, era extraño ya que no escuché ningún grito o nada, así que los abrí y lo que vi me dejó completamente en shock ,él...mi jefe estaba flotando o mejor dicho ¿volando?, contuve un grito fue ahí cuando el giro al darse cuenta de mi presencia y me vio con un rostro pálido y sorprendido más que el mío , fue ahí cuando perdí el equilibrio y estaba por caer por la ventana pero en vez de eso sentí una mano en mi pecho que me empujó ligeramente hacia adentro haciendo que cayese al suelo sobre mi trasero asustada, el señor Brief entró por la ventana a su oficina, y me vio preocupado ...

<<¿Qué acaba de pasar?,¿como rayos pudo hacer eso?, esas y muchas preguntas recorrían mi cabeza mientras intentaba alejarme de mi jefe en forma de defensa>>

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Este es el primer capítulo de la historia que escribí en Wattpad por si no lo sabían lo estaré publicando próximamente cuando termine el primer proyecto de BNHA, tengo dos cuentas la primera es de puro Trupan y la segunda es donde estoy más activa con las historias de todos modos lo dejo aquí:

1.Hotel_HoneyMoon

2.HoneyMoon2311

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

DON'T SHIT WHERE YOU EAT.

Marcus Álvarez x Reader

Anon asked: Hey, could you do a imagine with Alvarez, in which he's at the scrap yard of Santo Padre with the reader (his s/o) but Angel does not know it and so he flirt with her like all day and Bishop and maybe Taza and Hank tries to make him stop before Marcus notice it?

Word Count: 1.8k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits to: @bai-feng-jiu

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“Don' move”. A male voice tenses your whole body, being leaned above the trunk of your car while you're holding a box of beers. Looking at him sideways, a long forefinger goes to your shoulder feeling a light itching. “A ladybug!”

“Oh, sweet Jesus Christ!” Your heart is about to stop, leaving the box down back to place a hand on your chest spitting a sight. 

“Mayans' waitress?” 

“Seems like, just fo' today”.

“That's sad”. He pretends to looks like, supporting his body against your car, before offering you a huge hand filled by golden rings. “Angel”.

“(Y/N)”. Narrowing it, you smirk at the mexican slightly.

“Should we tell him?” Taza rest his forearms on the white wooden railing, turning his face to El Pacificador.

“Maybe he needs a lesson”. The man pursing his lips, raised both eyebrows. The Vice imitates his gesture. Looks like it's going to be a very fun night.

“You have to be fucking kidding me”. Bishop snorts going downstairs, moving fast his legs to your position and placing a hand on your lower back. “Álvarez is asking for you, querida”.

“Good, amma' take thos—”.

“I got it. Go with him”. The president pushes you softly, with one of these smiles he always has ready for you, since the day you met.

Nodding and clapping on air, you turn your feet above the gravel floor after looking to both men, putting your hands inside the pocket of your shorts walking towards the clubhouse.

“Little trouble is back at home”. Che says leaning close to you, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead before Tranq kisses your cheek. 

“Happy to see you here”. The other man says, before continuing with your steps.

“Respect that girl, or you're gonna deserve to be dead”.

“Calm down, prez, I jus' was trying to help'er”.

“You're not gonna try to help her by putting your cock into her legs, you hear me, ah?”

“Jeez, man!”

“You won't be able to complain when Álvarez tears your tongue out”. The mexican says poking his chest with a forefinger. “She's off-limits”.

Sticking your head out the glass colorful door of the Templo you find your husband sitting inside, on the last chair at the table with a thoughtful look. His dark orbs are above the cigar consuming itself resting in the ashtray, not noticing that you're there, immersed in his own things. You know how much he misses the club, even if he doesn't talk about it as you would like. Running the door by the rail until is full closed, you walk towards him. His gaze traveling to yours, smirking at the mexican while he pulls back the chair giving you some space. Sitting on his lap with your hands supported half on yours, and half against his abdomen, your fingers play with the fabric of his shirt. The first time you kissed him, Marcus was sitting on that same chair, long time ago. And at least, he's not wearing one of those suits he uses working with Galindo, or probably you couldn't control yourself.

“Do you think I took the right decision?” Setting apart a soft and shiny bristle of your hair, his hands go down to your waist.

“It doesn't matter if it was the right or not. You can be a Mayan again, whenever you want it”.

“I can't ride my bike like I used to, cariño”.

“Then, I'll be your driver”. 

He chuckles nodding, before resting his forehead on your chest closing his eyes. Sometimes he has his doubts about joining Galindo's Cartel, without caring about the good jack and the stability his new job gives him now. But you will always be by his side, supporting his back.

“Charters are coming, I have to go back”. You say softly letting your fingers tour his nap.

“Okay, mi amor”.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

The crowded yard is flooded by latin music when the night has fallen down, and the delicious smell of barbecue running through the environment. Your hands moving fast above all the beers on the bar, using the opener to take off the bottle caps, while other girls bring them to the guys. You're not sure about what they're celebrating, being the first time you're at one of the famous Mayans' parties, but you're having so much fun.

“Hey, you, mister ladybug!”

Angel turns towards you, directing his steps to the bar placed in a corner of the yard. A smile getting draw on his lips, walking like he's dancing his hips.

“Is everything okay with your leg?” You ask with a laughter on your throat.

“What a sense of humor!” He cheers lifting up his beer on air. “What ya' need, sweetheart?”

“Ice. You know where it is?”

“Yea', com'on”.

Stepping out of the bar as soon as other girl comes to save your place, the man puts an arm on your shoulders guiding you to the metallic warehouse, next to the club. Supporting you the door after turning on the light, both come inside to the big fridge. Opening it to grab some bags.

“Wait, I got it”. 

Angel leans above the fridge to help you out, invading without asking your personal space. He smirks at you holding the bags you took.

“So, what'bout ya'?”

“Hm…?”

“How I didn' see you before around? To work here ya' must have friends at hell”.

“I'm family”. You just say, putting some more bags on his arms.

“Álvarez and Bishop's?”

“Yea'”. You nod closing the fridge.

“Well, I would be glad to see ya' often”.

“No, you wouldn't”. Obispo is behind you cross-armed, talking firmly without hesitation. “Take the ice to the bar”.

The Mayan doesn't say anything else, passing by El Presidente's side and leaving you alone. Closing the door you raise both eyebrows. Bishop snorts clicking his tongue. He trusts you, of course, but he don't trust the other mexican.

“I can protect my ass without help”.

“I know, little trouble. But I don' need an internally fight for that pretty and beautiful ass”. He laugh surrounding your hips with an arm, accompanying you to your place.

“When you started to be that bored, ah?”

“I keep the good times here”. He answers pointing out one of his temples.

“Shit, you sound like my grandpa'!”

Walking close of your husband, he takes your hand living a smooth and gentle kiss on the back of it. Letting you go from his cousin, you lean towards him placing your lips on his forehead dearly, before following your way back to the bar continuing with your task. Angel is there making your job easier when placing the ice inside the freezer.

“Daddy protects ya' good”. He whispers looking at you for a second.

“Daddy?” You can't help but breaking in laughs, covering your mouth with a hand. “You think 'amma helpless baby girl?”

“I'm sure you can kick me, befo' I can figure it ou'”. 

“Yea', I'm sure you would like't”.

“Maybe”.

“Well, that's not gonna happen, but you can keep dreaming”. You joke on him, grabbing a bottle of water to drink from it.

“Primo”.

Bishop turns to the call, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand after sipping of his beer. Marcus raises his chin making a gesture to the bar. Taza and Tranq looks at it too. El Presidente rolls his eyes, listening your laughs and watching Angel trying to flirt with you, ignoring the warnings he made to him.

“I told Angel to keep his hands off”. He just say, pretending to get up. But Álvarez stops him by a hand on his chest.

“I know you told him twice. Third is on my own”. He replies pretty calm, scaring Obispo more than if he was angry.

“And sometimes dreams come true”. The Mayan says, resting his body against the freezer.

Shaking your head with a loud laughter, you turn to the fridges checking the beers, before raising your gaze to your husband coming closer. Gawking nailing your elbows on the wooden bar and supporting your chin on your palms, you show him a lovely smile. No matter how many years have passed, you fall more and more everyday for him. Biting your lower lip with your incisors, you lean forward just a little.

“May I help you, señor Álvarez?”

Angel has an eyebrow upped, looking at the scene from the background and maybe understanding Bishop's words.

“I need two beers and my wife”. He says crossing his hands over his abdomen, as soon as he stops his feet.

“Yes, sir”. You just say winking the right eye.

“Having fun, mijo?”

“Yea', Padrino. She is… She…”

“She's more polite than me”. Marcus interrupts him with a calm tone of voice, twisting his head slightly. “Don't shit where you eat, Angel. You're smarter than that”.

“Sounds like he has an option”. You say frowning, passing them away with the beers between your fingers, taking off the opener handling on your neck with the free one, and giving it to other waitress.

And Marcus knows now you feel annoyed because of his words. That's one of the reasons you have never wanted to attend a Mayans' party. They're always marking their own territory over other members, and you're not a piece of meat, nor a trophy, not a bundle of money. Your husband follows your steps to inside the clubhouse in complete silence, not noticing the members who step out of it to give you some intimacy. 

“You know what I meant”.

“Look, I don't need… two pitbulls growling before me. You should know me after nine years”.

“I do”.

“Really? So then, why was tha' fo'?”

“I'm sorry”.

“Yea', you better compensate me later, señor Álvarez”. Walking closer, you offer him one of the beer, but grabbing your wrist to push you into him.

“You know how much I love you, right?”

“Nah, tell me”. You joke on him, placing both hands crossed above his nap, leaving some ephemeral caresses on his head.

“I can't explain”.

Pressing his lips with yours closing the distance between your bodies, until your chest collides with his, Marcus wraps you between his arms. It's true you didn't fall in love at first sight, but you wouldn't change him for anyone. You still feeling the same tickles and the same sparkles in your stomach whenever he's near of you. And you spend every morning, at least five minutes, watching him sleep peacefully above your chest. That is your favorite moment of the day, feeling somewhat blessed since you can do it every single day.

“Com'ere, papi”. You mutter against his lips, guiding him blinded through the only hallway on your steps to the dorms. “Let's remember old times…”

[thirstyandbeautiful]

SUBMISSION

Daniel!Song Drabble: Mayores ~ Becky G & Maluma

A mí me gusta que me traten como dama (I like to be treated like a lady)

Aunque de eso se me olvide cuando estamos en la cama ( Even though i doubt this when we are between the sheets)

A mí me gusta que me digan poesía (I like to heard poetry from them)

Al oído por la noche cuando hacemos groserías (In my ears during the night when we are getting nasty)

It was supposed to be just another hook up with another man that you met in a bar, and you were sure that he wouldn't even pleasure you. Just him.

But boy, you were so wrong.

One hook up leads to another one, and then another one. And when you realized, you were already stuck together. Like a tight knot, something hard to dissolve. They always say casual sex leads to affection, and you must belive them now.

He treated you just the way you liked to be treated.

“You are a lady in the streets and such a devil in the sheets, baby”, Daniel murmured in your ears, while grabbing a handful of your ass in his hands.

““Me gusta un caballero que sea interesante (I prefer the interesting gentlemen)

Que sea un buen amigo, pero más un buen amante (A good friend and a good lover)

¿Qué importan unos años de más? (What's the matter if he is a little bit older ?)”

Going public to the world during the FIA gala party seemed to be a good idea. Spend the night with great companies, wear a dress that probably costs way more than its real value, and free drinks. And the sex afterwards. Re-christen every surface of Daniel’s apartment was the goal, and the fact that you couldn't even close your legs without wincing on the day after was just a consequence.

The boy can be a good lover when he wants, but also can turn you into a whimpering mess in just seconds. Sweet talk, until the only sweet thing between you both was your wetness, glistening in his mouth and dick.

Waking up the next day and dealing with your age gap exposed to the world too was not in your plans.

But he worth it. Every single thing. And what's the matter if he is older than you ?!

They also say that the oldest ones do it better. And you must believe them now.

““A mí me gustan mayores (I prefer the grown up ones)

De esos que llaman señores (The ones you call sir)

De los que te abren la puerta y te mandan flores (The ones that open the door for you and send you flower)””

“You brought flowers, love” You said, opening the passenger door, while he stuffed your luggage in the trunk of his black McLaren GT.

It was your first time attending a GP. And Daniel couldn't stop turning the visit into a pamper party. From a particular jet to a king master suite in the hotel, every luxury just to make you comfortable.

Pleasuring you, for Daniel, wasn't something reserved to do only between four closed walls (or not, if you get what I mean). It was a daily act, and something he chose to do faithfully.

His devotion for you didn't know barriers. And you were glad for it.

““A mí me gustan más grandes (I prefer the bigger ones)

Que no me quepa en la boca (That I can't even fit in my mouth)

Los besos que quiera darme y que me vuelva loca (The kisses that he wants to give me and that makes me go insane)””

“I need you, right now” His hushed, but discreet voice sounded in your ears

“Like, right now ?” You answered, throwing a quick glance at the mass of mechanics and engineers working at the garage

“Right now. And I won’t ask you twice”

His wish is an order for you. It always is. Just a glance, and you already lost a battle you even started.

“I knew you were just as eager as me to get here, and that you would get what I meant” Daniel said, closing the door to his driver's room, already taking his bottoms off. “Bet you are already soaking these little panties of yours. Am I wrong, love?”

Your little moan was enough for him. He could feel your shivering while pushing your skirt to your hips.

“Gonna bend you over and you are going to stay quiet. No one needs to know how good of a slut you are” he whispered in your neck, while pushing the piece of lace that covered the heaven you carry between your legs to the side

“But, Daddy…”

“Save your saliva, baby girl. You are gonna need it while trying to fit something big in your mouth later” the weight of his blunt head already on your entrance “Just save it, baby”

And you obeyed. Because, as already said, his wish is an order for you.

~

Author’s Note:

Reference song: Mayores - Becky G and Bad Bunny .

-🦦 (going to identify myself with this emoji) (first time i write something of this genre ? i am used to write on my diary, only. it’s shitty, but i sent an ask a long time ago (the lando norris with the big sean song) and decided to write and send this as my way of saying thank you for the drabble you wrote)

[mitsugoth]

*Todos están parados alrededor de la cafetera rota*

Vegeta: Entonces. ¿Quién lo rompió? No estoy enojado, solo quiero saberlo.

Todos:

Bulma: …lo hice. Lo rompí.

Vegeta: No. No, no lo hiciste. Kakarot?

Goku: No me mires. Mira a Krillin.

Krillin: ¡¿Qué?! No lo rompí.

Goku: Eh, eso es extraño. ¿Cómo supiste que estaba roto?

Krillin: Porque está enfrente a nosotros y está roto.

Goku: Sospechoso.

Krillin: ¡No, no lo es!

Trunks: Probablemente no importe, pero Goten fue el último en usarlo.

Goten: ¡Mentiroso! ¡Ni siquiera bebo café!

Trunks: ¿De verdad? Entonces, ¿Qué estabas haciendo antes junto al carrito de café?

Goten: Uso los agitadores de madera para empujar mis cutículas hacia atrás. ¡Todo el mundo lo sabe, Trunks!

Bulma: Está bien, no peleemos. Lo rompí. Déjame pagar por ello, Vegeta.

Vegeta: ¡No! ¿¡Quién lo rompió!?

Todos:

Trunks: Papá... El señor Goku ha estado muy callado.

Goku: ¡¿ES EN SERIO?!

* Todos comienzan a discutir *

Vegeta, siendo entrevistado: lo rompí. Me quemé la mano, así que la golpeé.

Vegeta: predigo que dentro de 10 minutos estarán en la garganta del otro con pintura de guerra en la cara y una cabeza de cerdo en un palo.

Vegeta:

Vegeta: Bien. Se estaba volviendo un poco amistoso por aquí.

[nalascat]

Here's a prompt! Peter and Harry go to the fair.

aaaa!!! thank you !!! 

I'm incredibly late on this but like take the boys

also, prompts are still open, just hope i dont take forever on it smh

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"You are not going to get that for me," Harry scoffed, holding the cotton candy that Peter had haphazardly shoved into his hands, eyes set on only one thing.

"I am so going to get it for you," Peter scoffed, fishing some money out of his wallet for the game as they stood in line.

Harry rolled his eyes, picking a piece off of the cotton candy. "You're essentially cheating, Pete."

"Am not! I'm just using my natural strength for this," Peter grinned, finally having grabbed enough cash.

"I don't need it."

"Yes, you do."

"I don't deserve it," Harry began, then Peter cut him off.

"Yes you do, and you are going to take it," He walked up to the man who was running the game and gave him the money. Peter picked up the mallet, and with one swing, got the top prize- a large plush elephant. He presented it to Harry, who looked mildly embarrassed.

"Pete, I really don't need this."

"Yes, you do, now come on."

"I could buy like a bazillion of them with my own money," Harry countered, looking at it skeptically.

"But! It came from the fair! And I won it for you! It's just like Señor Trunks, too!"Harry didn't reply, only taking it as they left for the night.

-

"Thanks for seeing him home tonight, Harry," May hummed, "He gets lost so often I don't know what to do with that boy."

"Of course, May," Harry spoke, "Can you give something to Peter for me?"

"Yes, darling, what is it?"

Harry held out the elephant, "Can you give this to him?"

"Oh? Yes, I will. Is it a present?"

"Not really, but yeah?" Harry chuckled, starting to walk down the front steps. "Good night, May!"

She smiled and waved, "You too, Harry!"

-

The next day after work, Harry returned to his room to see not only the stuffed elephant but what seemed to be every other prize from that fair.  A little note laid on the table in front of them, reading: 'Thought you needed these for your room! : ) -Peter'

"Good job, Pete, good job."

Later, he was sent a video of Spider-Man walking through the fair, stuffed animals in hand, winning as many more as he could. 

He really didn't deserve Peter.

[notes-from-sarah]

Disney’s Zorro Episode Transcript

Season 1, Episode 1 - Presenting Señor Zorro

Title: Spanish California 1820

[Diego and ship captain fencing]

Ship Captain: Well done, Señor de la Vega! I shall miss these daily bouts!

Diego de la Vega: I, too, sir. They have made the long voyage most enjoyable.

Captain: Your agility with the sword, sir, should serve you well in California.

Diego: Why do you say that?

Captain: How long have you been away?

Diego: Three years.

Captain: I am afraid you’re going to find conditions quite changed when you reach Los Angeles. Everything is rules and regulations. Military force has taken over.

Diego: When did all this happen?

Captain: A year ago, when the new comandante was appointed. I hate to disillusion you, but I have the feeling that you will soon wish that you had stayed in Spain.

Diego: Is it as bad as that?

Captain: Worse. But you will see for yourself. If you are bringing in anything of value, hide it. The soldiers at the customs house have a habit of confiscating anything they take a liking to.

Diego: Thank you for the warning.

Captain: We’ll be dropping anchor soon. I shall say good-bye when you disembark.

[In ship’s cabin with Bernardo]

Diego: Haven’t you finished packing yet? We’ll be going ashore soon.

[Bernardo points out window]

Diego: Yes, California is beautiful. Where did you put my father’s letters? I want to read the last one again.

[Diego opens letter]

Diego: “My dear son, it is with a heavy heart that I ask you to give up your studies and come home. Certain matters have arisen that I can no longer face alone.” You know how puzzled I’ve been over this? Well, now I know what he was trying to tell us. We’re heading for trouble, Bernardo.

[Bernardo signs shooting a bow and arrow]

Diego: No, no, not Indians, politicos. I have just learned that our pueblo is under the heel of a dictator. We are certain to be searched on our arrival. Burn this. No one must suspect that my father has summoned me home. We must find a way to deal with this tyrant.

[Bernardo signs stabbing with a sword]

Diego: Ah, the direct approach? No, Bernardo. When dealing with a powerful enemy we must play another game. You know the old proverb “When you cannot clothe yourself with the skin of the lion, put on that of the fox.” I must convince the new comandante that I am perfectly harmless, but how?

[Bernardo signs reading a book]

Diego: Ah! An excellent idea! Instead of a man of action, I shall become a man of letters. An innocent scholar, interested only in arts and sciences! Why these books that I am taking to the mission priest, they will be my most prized possession! Ha, ha!

[Diego looks in box]

Diego: Well, as for these fencing medals and trophies… They are no longer part of my life. Throw them overboard.

[Bernardo closes box]

Diego: No, Bernardo. Get rid of them. Here. This too. Go. Bernardo this is no time for sentiment. Throw them out!

[Bernardo throws trophies out window]

Diego: Now, get me my fanciest jacket. The one with the gold braid. And my walking stick. It shall be part of my new character.

[Bernardo signs asking what character he shall play]

Diego: You also, you also want to be something you are not? Very well. You shall play the fool!

[Bernardo pulls on his ears]

Diego: You want to pretend you cannot hear? Even better! You shall be the eyes and ears behind my back. From now on, you not only cannot speak, you hear nothing. Bravo, Bernardo.

[Coach drives into Los Angeles]

Diego: Cochero, why are we stopping here?

Cochero: All vehicles passing through Los Angeles must be inspected, patrón.

Diego: But this is an imposition. We have already gone through customs!

Sergeant García: All baggage to be opened! Passengers have their identity papers ready. Don Diego de la Vega! I thought you were still in Spain.

Diego: Obviously, I have returned sergeant. What is this nonsense about another inspection?

García: For you, Don Diego, a, a mere formality!

Diego: Oh, then my luggage does not have to be opened again?

García: Forgive me, please, but Capitán Monastario, he allows no exceptions.

Diego: Is, uh, he the new comandante?

García: Ah, for over a year now. Please, señor. He makes the orders, I only carry them out.

Diego: Very well then, sergeant, get on with it.

García: Sí.

[Diego signs to Bernardo to open the luggage]

García: What is this?

Diego: Oh, I’m instructing my mozo to remove the luggage.

García: He is deaf and dumb?

Diego: Since childhood, but he’s a remarkably good manservant.

García: Well, with your permission, Don Diego, I shall tell the comandante that you have arrived.

[García knocks on door to comandante’s office]

Capitán Monastario: ¡Pase!

García: Forgive the interruption, mi capitán.

Monastario: What is it?

García: Diego de la Vega, the son of Don Alejandro, has just returned from Spain.

Monastario: Very well, García. Have him wait, I will see him in a moment.

García: Yes, comandante.

Licenciado Piña: I don’t like it. Why has the son returned so unexpectedly?

Monastario: What difference does it make, licenciado?

Licenciado Piña: The de la Vega’s are the most important family in southern California. Do you think Don Alejandro called him back?

Monastario: Even if he did there’s nothing to worry about. If he is a troublemaker I shall handle him as I did all the others. Nothing shall stop me from being the richest man in all of California!

[Outside the cuartel]

García: Capitán Monastario will see you in a little moment, Don Diego.

Diego: Very well, sergeant. Would you mind helping my manservant with the luggage, please?

García: Sí, Don Diego, sí.

[Man guarded by soldiers rides into town]

García: Out of the way! Clear the street!

Diego: Sergeant García, that is my neighbor, Nacho Torres. Why is he being brought in?

García: ¿Quién sabe? Don Diego. The comandante ordered his arrest

Alcalde: One moment. Why have you taken this man prisoner?

Don Nacho Torres: Help me, señor alcalde. I am innocent!

Alcalde: What are the charges against you, Don Nacho?

Don Nacho: They accuse me of treason, but it is a lie. I dare to speak out against injustice.

Monastario: It is forbidden to speak to this prisoner. Take him inside and lock him up!

Alcalde: I must protest, capitán! This man is no criminal!

Monastario: Señor alcalde, this case is not a civil matter. The crime of treason comes under military jurisdiction.

[Monastario walks over to Diego]

Monastario: Are you Diego de la Vega?

Diego: At your service, comandante.

Monastario: Capitán Enrique Sanchez Monastario. I am sorry to inconvenience you.

Diego: No, comandante. As a matter of fact, it gave me the opportunity to finish this last chapter. The Effects of Moorish Culture on Spanish Poetry. Have you read it?

Monastario: No, I have not.

Diego: Oh, then I must lend it to you when I have finished.

Monastario: Thank you. Some other time. Would you please make yourself comfortable in my quarters? I shall not detain you long.

Licenciado Piña: Did he say why he has returned?

Monastario: I shall find out, but certainly we have nothing to fear from that fastidious señorito. Get back to the inn. We should not be seen together.

[Monastario sees Bernardo on the coach]

Monastario: What are you doing up there? You! Come down here! I’ll teach you to spy on me. Come down, I say! What are you doing here? Speak!

García: Your pardon, capitán, your pardon! But this man, he cannot answer you. He is deaf and dumb.

Monastario: Who is he?

García: Don Diego’s servant. He brought him from Spain.

Monastario: Are you certain he cannot hear?

García: Oh, positive. Watch this.

[to Bernardo]

García: You have the face of a donkey! You-you smell like a goat! Your father… you father was a baboon!

Monastario: Get on with the inspection, sergeant. And make sure to inspect carefully!

[García and Bernardo climb the carriage, Monastario fires a gun behind them]

García: Help!

Monastario: Carry on, sargento.

[Monastario enters his office again]

Monastario: I know you are anxious to be on your way home.

Diego: Yes, it’s been a most fatiguing day.

Monastario: Please fill out this brief declarations, if you don’t mind. Your return is rather unexpected, is it not? Your father gave the impression that you would be at the university another year.

Diego: Well, I decided to forgo it. There was an overemphasis on gymnastics, swordsmanship. Do you know there were even duels among some of the students.

Monastario: Really?

[Monastario swings his sword cutting the quill Diego is holding]

Monastario: Ooh! How this Toldeo blade sings. A thousand pardons, Don Diego. Your father would never forgive me if anything happened to you.

[García enters]

García: Sergeant García begs to report that the inspection is complete,  mi capitán.

Monastario: Good.

Diego: I trust you found no contraband?

García: Every trunk and bag seemed full of books. Heavy ones!

[Monastario hands García his sword]

García: What do you want me to do with this, capitán?

Monastario: Hang it in my quarters, stupid one!

García: Oh.

[Monastario turns away and Diego jabs him with the quill]

Monastario: Ow!

[Monastario turns to García]

Monastario: ¡Baboso! Put it away!

Diego: Well, I really must be going, comandante. It’s been very nice.

Monastario: Gracias, Señor de Vega.

[Coach stops in front of hacienda]

Juan: Welcome home, Don Diego!

Diego: Juan! It’s good to see you! Is this Pepito? How is my father? Have you taken good care of him?

Juan: We have tried, Don Diego.

Diego: Juan, this is Bernardo. He cannot speak nor hear but he would die for me if necessary. Show him where my room is.

Juan: Sí, patrón.

[Diego enters the gate]

Diego: Father!

Alejandro de la Vega: My son! It fills my heart to see you again! I send a boy to Spain, and a man returns! Diego, I have many things to tell you, but they can wait until you have changed and we have had supper. Come, your old room is waiting for you.

[In the sala Diego is playing the piano]

Diego: The vaqueros use to sing this as they rode home from work. You know, this piano needs tuning.

Alejandro: Are you not interested at all in what I have been telling you?

Diego: Extremely so, Father. I am sorry to find the situation so unpleasant.

Alejandro: Unpleasant? It is intolerable! The rancheros are being taxed out of existence. Those who cannot pay are flogged and thrown into prison. The Indians are torn from their families and forced into slave labor. All for the benefit of one man, Capitán Monastario!

Diego: I’ve met the gentleman.

Alejandro: Gentleman? Ha! He is a blackhearted scoundrel! If he remains in power, our country faces ruin. We must get rid of him, Diego! That’s why I called you home. Someone must do something!

Diego: You’re right, Father. I’m going to sit down and write a detailed letter of complaint to the governor!

Alejandro: It would never reach him. Monastario’s guards intercept all mail sent to Monterrey. Our neighbor, Nacho Torres dared to protest and this morning he was arrested for treason.

Diego: Well, have you, have you appealed to the civil authorities? Certainly we have rights under the law?

Alejandro: Monastario is the law! He brought in a crooked lawyer from Mexico City to make his crimes appear legal!

Diego: Then I fail to see what we can do.

Alejandro: We can stand up to him, fight him!

Diego: Calm yourself, Father. The use of force should be our last resort.

Alejandro: I hardly expected such...such discretion from a son of mine. You are tired, my boy. Go to your room and sleep on it. We shall discuss it tomorrow.

Diego: With your permission.

[In Diego’s room]

Diego: Bernardo, I’ve just had to do something I’m not very proud of, I’ve convinced my father that I’m a spineless weakling. And if I were to take open action, as he wants to do, his life would be in danger. Now I’m free to act alone. You remember what I said this morning? “If you cannot clothe yourself in the skin of the lion, put on that of the fox.” Well, from now on, I shall be Zorro, the fox!

[Diego carves a Z into a piece of sheet music]

[The next day Diego and Bernardo ride to the box canyon]

Diego: I’ve brought you out here to meet a third member, an ally. Like you he can be trusted to keep a secret, Bernardo. His name is Tornado. An old shepherd has been keeping him for me. He was a colt when I left.

[Diego walks to Tornado]

Diego: Tornado, Tornado. Come here. Here, Tornado. Come on, boy. Here, boy. That’s a good horse. I’ve got something for you. Come on. Here, I have a carrot for you. Here, boy. There. Yeah. It’s been such a long time, huh? Have you forgotten the tricks I taught you? Oh. You think you can kneel? Come on. Let’s see if you can kneel. Kneel, Tornado, kneel. Kneel, kneel. Good boy!

[Diego takes Tornado’s mane and leads him to Bernardo]

Diego: That’s a horse, huh? Well, Bernardo, our second mission is accomplished. Even my father wouldn’t recognize this horse. Tornado, you and I are going for a long ride tonight. Come, boy.

[Los Angeles plaza at night]

Town crier: Ten o’clock! On a warm summer night all is well!

[Monastario exits his office]

Monastario: Sergeant García!

García: At you orders, mi capitán!

Monastario: Bar the gate and dismiss the guard. Leave one patrol saddled. After final inspection, report to me.

García: Very good, señor comandante.

[García walks away]

García: Bar the gate!

[Monastario goes inside his office]

Licenciado Piña: How long must we wait?

Monastario: Half an hour or so. By then, everyone will be asleep.

Licenciado Piña: Suppose something goes wrong!

Monastario: You are more of an old woman than you are a lawyer. What can go wrong? And stop pacing about! You will make me nervous. Better still, wait in my quarters until the sergeant reports, and don’t worry!

[Zorro sneaks into the cuartel, García walks to the cells]

García: Well, Señor Torres, you are still here, I see. All safe and snug for the night, eh? Buenas noches, señor. Sleep well.

[Zorro sabotages the horse saddles, García enters Monastario’s office]

García: All prisoners accounted for, mi capitán.

Monastario: Is the prisoner Torres secure? He is a dangerous man, sergeant, full of much cunning.

García: I, myself, have just examined his cell.

Monastario: ¡Excelente! I will mention you in this report, García.

García: ¡Gracias, señor comandante!

Monastario: You may go to bed now, sergeant. And, leave your keys on the desk.

García: ¡Gracias, capitán!

[Zorro comes to the cell door]

Zorro: Señor Torres!

Don Nacho: Who are you?

Zorro: A friend. I’ve come to help you.

Don Nacho: God love you, friend, but how can you help me? I am chained like an animal.

Zorro: Who has the keys?

Don Nacho: Sergeant García.

Zorro: Then I will relieve him of them!

[In Monastario’s office]

Monastario: Now, in a little while, you will take the keys and release the prisoner.

Licenciado Piña: But won’t he suspect something?

Monastario: You are a lawyer. You will tell him you have reviewed his case and there has been a mistake. When he crosses the courtyard you will give the alarm. I will be waiting right here. It’s already in my report. “Fugitive shot while attempting to escape.”

[García’s quarters]

García: La la la la la lahhhhh

[Zorro puts his sword to García’s back]

Zorro: The slightest sound will be your last!

García: What do you want from me?

Zorro: The keys.

García: Keys?

Zorro: To the cell door and the prisoner’s chains.

García: The comandante has the keys. I just gave them to him.

Zorro: Get up! Go to the corner.

García: You’re not going to kill me, are you?

Zorro: Not unless you move. I’ll be standing right behind you!

[Licenciado Piña exits Monastario’s office and goes to the cell]

Licenciado Piña: I have good news for you, Señor Torres. I’ve come to set you free.

Don Nacho: Why are you releasing me now? You are the lawyer who signed the accusation papers.

Licenciado Piña: I have just discovered that the charges against you are false.

Zorro: Thank you, licenciado. You have most kindly solved the problem for us. I advise you to make no outcry. Señor Torres, I do not trust this lawyer. Chain him to the bars. Now, close his mouth. Now I suggest we take our leave over the wall. There’s a horse by the tree.

Don Nacho: Señor, who are you?

Zorro: A friend of the people. ¡El Zorro!

[Zorro carves a Z into the cell wall]

[Monastario exits his office and shoots at Zorro and Don Nacho then begins to duel Zorro]

Zorro: Escape while you can!

Monastario: Sergeant García! Sergeant García! García! Sergeant García!

[Monastario tries to stab Zorro but stabs the wall]

Zorro: Beautiful! Coupé to the wall. You must show me that again, comandante! Now would you please get inside the cell?

García: Lancers to arm! Our comandante is in danger!

Monastario: Who is that masked demon?

Licenciado Piña: I don’t know, he calls himself El Zorro.

Monastario: Zorro? The Fox. García, idiota, pick up your sword and fight!

[Zorro holds García at sword point]

García: Oh! Oh, señor.

Monastario: Lancers! To arms! To arms!

García: Please, señor.

Monastario: Fight!

[Zorro pushes García into a well]  

Monastario: Do not let him get away! After him! To your horses, stupid ones! They must not escape!

García: To horse! To horse!

Monastario: After them!

García: Open the gate!

[Zorro escapes the cuartel and rides to catch up with Don Nacho]

Zorro: Go to the mission at San Gabriel. Padre Felipe will give you asylum there.

Don Nacho: I do not know who you are, Señor Zorro, but I owe you my life. I will never forget.

End