#miguel you are such an ass let sol care about you

[venomfangs]

@cosmodr0me said : ❝ our actions have consequences. to be reminded of them is not a punishment. ❞

" huh... you should be a mental health guru or something. " spoken rather dismissively , his steady tone did not betray how quickly and how deeply her words had shaken him... a familiar ache blooming in his chest once more , a rending agony that had made a home within his heart — it was an inescapable feeling , coming and going like a forlorn ghost without any semblance of peace... miguel harshly chews at the inside of his cheek , the tissues of his gums set alight in pain as sharpened fangs repeatedly dug into scarred flesh. " you'd do numbers... maybe get into those awful motivational posters. "

the spider didn't look away from the many monitors that were brightly lit before him — reports of canon events that had come to fruition... it was all the same song and dance after a while , blurring together in a medley he studied for anomalies. how long has it been since i've last slept...? a stupid question, best left unanswered... it would have done nothing to alleviate the sting that was plaguing his eyes , nor the shaking in his hands... this was his perpetual state of being , bordering on the fine line between exhaustion and the pang of adrenaline at a moment's notice. it's been like this for so long — it was hard to remember a time where things weren't so... strenuous. don't kid yourself , miggy... it was always like this. we chose this. it was a thought that slingshot him back to the warrior's presence , shivering fingers curling into his palm as he sighs... a weariness seeping into his bones like lead.

consequences... there were always consequences for every little thing. consequences for refusing to sleep , consequences for consuming too much coffee... consequences of pretending to be someone you're not. on that , he could agree with her... it was inevitable , a part of life that couldn't be refuted — but the ramifications... sometimes they were punishment enough. to be reminded of them , day in and day out , was like pouring acid on a wound that had already been scabbed over... it just left it open to burn and blister again... but it was no less than he deserved.

he made a mistake , a mistake in believing that he could have a family... deluding himself into believing that there wouldn't be consequences for replacing himself in his late daughter's life. it was taken from him as quickly as he found it... he could still feel the weight of gabriella's body in his arms , how light she became until there was nothing left at all... no, sol... there's no need when i punish myself enough... heavily , his right hand rises to rub his eye , a sorry attempt to clear away the droopiness of his eyelids. i don't want to talk about this... miguel huffs , unmoving in his rigid stance... sorrow quickly turning into frustration when it had nowhere else to go. " don't you have somewhere to be , sol ? out saving a shocking universe far away from here , maybe ? "

: / / GOD OF WAR PROMPTS : accepting.

[miguelswifey04]

beach day with miguel

some silly headcanons

that man plans way too much for just a simple beach day 😭 he got a long list of what he needs to bring like beach essentials and actually brings extra of quite literally everything on that list…

you can’t tell that man NOTHING, “oh you forgot something!” “NOPE! i already got that!” LMAO he’s two steps ahead of you + you cannot joke with him that he forgot something because he will give you an earful

you both get there early…he’s the type to get at the beach early to get the best spot at the beach because he doesn’t want to fight parking. so, of course you get the best area at the beach and parking..the car would in good view so that miguel can spot that car every once in awhile to make sure nobody breaks into it (?)

miguel would let you carry the food, drinks, and small essentials like lotion, sunscreen + spray BUT would not let you carry the heavier stuff even if you’re capable, he just won’t let you. you’ll see him carrying all the beach chairs and everything, and you wonder how he can carry everything in one go like what the hell 😧. if you ask him if he needs help he’ll be “NOPE, i got it, don’t worry mi sol.”

he unironically calls you “mi sol” but he says it more at the beach because it’s sunny…and he says you’re hotter than the sun. HE GOT SOME CORNY ASS PICK-LINES he uses on you especially because you look hot in your swimwear attire.

he quite literally sets up everything LMAO don’t worry about none cause he got you covered. he sets up the umbrella, the blankets down, the chairs, the cooler, the food & table…maybe the canopy if it gets extremely hot later on. “get comfortable, everything’s set!”

y’all eat bomb ass food he whipped up last night whatever he likes and whatever you like he got that cooked 🤭 everything’s neatly organized and prepared and you’re like wowzers

he helps you put sunscreen FIRST then himself! very good with his hands and massages the sunscreen into your skin <3 sometimes you’ll end up napping in the first hour at the beach 😭

he always has to reapply sunscreen every 80 mins or else he’ll get sunburnt 😭

he always cracks a cold one at the beach and his favorite is modelo negra—his favorite cerveza 🍺 on a hot summer day at the beach 🏝️

you bring him a small fan for him because he does get overheated from the heat just because he’s very sensitive or you get him one of those fans that sprits water on your face!!

carries you in his arms to the ocean and it’s just so romantic of him, and he loves to kiss you a lot he doesn’t care if people stare or not like C’MON it’s at the beach who cares! am i right??

the music he plays on the speaker he bring at the beach would be CUMBIA 🫨💋 he will get up from his beach chair and pull you with him to dance 💃🏽 🕺🏽

y’all both nap together on the blanket comfortable at the beach together!! nobody would bother you guys because miguel is quite literally 6’9 and large…

i feel like he would go up to the lifeguard and start talking to him…just to see the beach conditions LOL

believe it or not he would be happy to take cute couple pictures when there’s no one nearby <3 he wouldn’t mind if you posted them either, just make sure he looks decent!

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a/n: some of these headcanons were inspired from yesterday when i went w/ my bf & our friends 😭

[missmyluv]

★ drunk miguel

synopsis: miguel being absolutely wasted thinking about you, his wife.

cw: cussing !!! fluffie ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

> angel ; just got back on that writing GRIND 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽! i wrote this draft idea i saw on my notes !!

peter chuckled at miguel’s disheveled face, pulling out his almost out of storage phone to snap a picture. the flash hit miguel’s heated face as he pulled his hand up to cover his eyes from the light.

peter sent a message to y/n, texting her “your husband’s knockoed OUTF!” he shrugged his shoulders at the misspellings and started scrolling through his gallery.

currently, they were at the spidey’s bar, one being intoxicated and the other only sipping a few drinks. guess who?

miguel kept his face caved around his arms, about to drift off to sleep when he thought about his sweet wife, oh how he loved her.

a warm smile that only he could see was plastered onto his lips, thinking about how she’s waiting for him to get home — how when he got home she would indulge him in her kisses.

miguel’s smile faltered, a pout replacing it. where was his companion? his vida? the person he let’s cuddle him while he’s sleeping?? he stumbled trying to grab his phone from his pocket failing to put his password in, his talons tapping on the screen more than his fingers did. face id saved his ass.

he opened your contact his fangs flashed as his smile grew, the contact picture was you and him, mostly you, doing your self care routine.

he texts you, a misspelled “i mijiss yu.” was sent. he stares at the screen waiting for you to reply. as soon as he saw “read” he started smiling… again.

> mi sol : aaww, do you want me to pick u up?

> miggy ❤️ : yesd

mi sol hearted a message.

now miguel was scrolling through the album of you taking in all of you, taking in your stunning features. although his brightness was slightly down, peter could see his screen.

miguel had his elbow propped up with his hand holding his head, phone in his other hand a small smile that he (tried) to keep down. peter acknowledged this. “whatcha smiling about, buddyyy!” he wrapped a arm around miguel’s neck looking at his phone.

“my wife ish so beautiful.” “oh really?” he replied. “well, my wife’s-” “i don’t care.” he shrugged peter’s oh so welcoming arm from his shoulder, scrolling through the almost endless photos of you and him, a warm familiar ringed hand caressed his back rubbing circles against it.

“miguel, you ready to go hun?” you said in a comforting tone, your voice low; only letting him hear you. he tiredly turned around in the high spinny bar chair, wrapping his big arms around your neck inhaling your sweet scent his body caging you in.

“i love you.” his voice was slurred, obviously he was tired. you grinned, giggling at his clinginess and patting his back whilst moving closer to the door, knowing he would follow.

you soon unwrapped his arms from your neck, only leaving one so he could stay stable. you tapped numbers onto the watch miguel had given you ages ago, walking into the orange void.

you were brought to the darkness shared bedroom, unwrapping the comforter from its neat fold to lay the big baby down. as soon as you tried to leave his side though, he pulled you back to him.

“don’t leave me..” he paused. “please.” his eyes drooped with fatigue using all his strength left to hold your wrist, your relaxed pulse fluctuating against his palm. you smiled warmly, climbing into bed with him. “i never will, miguel.”

[comelylust]

Workmates

That's right I deliver what I promise, Request through my discord, Anon asked for some Miguel with plot so I made a plot attempt haha. if you find spelling or grammatical errors sorry I do this from a tablet 👀read the warnings 👀.  

Warnings: Smut content, +18, street fights, mentions of alcoholic beverages.

 "Ugh I really can't stand it" You mention this to your boss with an irritation in your voice, pacing back and forth with both hands on your head "how the hell are you two friends?! it's so... agh"  

Seeing how frustrated you were all your boss did was scoff at it, he continues to clean the glasses and arrange them on the shelves in the back, he looked like he really didn't care that two of his workers don't get along as well as he would like.  

"You're just stressed, go take a break" Your boss laughed, gesturing towards the employee door where you already knew who was there, Miguel, chances are he was listening to everything, instead instead of embarrassing you your anger continued to rise.

"He's a nice guy, you're just not used to his temperament."  

He's right, you still don't know him well enough just a couple of months ago you moved to Spain for personal reasons, but let's say things were getting difficult and you decided to venture to a new destination in search of opportunities, at first you didn't know where you were going, you were coming and going without a previously planned route, this didn't bother you at all you felt better about yourself above all you felt free for the first time in your life.  

On one of your countless trips you heard a group of strangers talking about a certain wrestling tournament which caught your interest. You decided to join that event after they finished their talk, grabbed your stuff and headed to a new country.  

When you finally arrived in Spain the first thing you did was to look for a temporary job, difficult at first you didn't have the necessary documentation to back up your identity, yeah shit, it wasn't the best idea to leave with nothing but your passport.

You continued your search now in the slums of that country, hoping that someone would offer you help, instead the only thing they offered you was endless fights showing the wimps not to mess with you, earning you a little respect from the locals.  

"Strange" You thought "People usually loathe people like me".

It didn't take you long to figure out the reason why the inhabitants were so used to subjects of your ilk. Miguel Caballero Rojo, a subject without a shred of compassion when it came to street fights, was brutal and violent making his opponents regret it on the spot.

Going to where he always made his appearances you found on the way an old cantina: on the outside it was crumbling, but the old letters of the place were still visible. Entering with your best hard face you asked about that mysterious man, without receiving a clear answer, again you let out a disappointed sigh and a pout formed on your lips.

"Hey, don't be so sad" A middle aged man catches your attention offering you a drink which you cheerfully accept "You're not from here are you, cutie?" Your eyes widen like saucers when he found out you're just an outsider, without taking the drink away from your lips you nodded.  

"Well, I need a bartender so why don't you stay for a while while you wait for him" He offers the old rag along with the apron, you were in doubt, but you really needed this job, the opportunity to work and hit on a guy sounded exquisite without hesitating a second longer you made your decision.  

"Okay I accept, just for a while".  

"I'm Daniel by the way" The old man who is now your boss mentions it.

You worked in that bar for the next few weeks, you didn't do much, just make drinks and take out old creeps trying to be smart. Now the main issue, if you met Miguel, yes, he really looked violent, and yes he had hated you.

When he first walked into the bar he was fuming, his nostrils flared, his muscles tensed and the fingers on his hands were crusted with dried blood, in short he's pissed, to add more to the mix you lunged at him with incredible speed that even Miguel himself was taken by surprise.

"What the fuck" He exclaims as his head face down is resting on the dirty floor, you crossed his wrists and paralyzed him with a knee on his back "Get the fuck down, what's wrong with you".  

"It's nothing personal just that I liked the idea of defeating the best fighter in this neighborhood" You licked your lips forming a fuzzy smile of joy. Miguel tries to move, but you strengthen your grip, raising your hand now in the shape of a fist ready to punch him in the Spaniard's face, until someone interrupts you.

 🌒🌕🌘

 "Sorry Daniel" You fiddle with your fingers as the pout returns to your face along with a blush forming on your cheeks. "B-but you already knew what my plan was!"

"Plan?! What's going on Daniel, are you conspiring with this Chiquilla?" Miguel points at both of you accusingly, scratching the back of his neck furiously.

"Eeh, who are you calling a chiquilla, brat?"

"The only person who is behaving like a brat is you" The two begin a verbal sparring match with overly childish insults. Daniel for his part lets out a loud sigh catching both of their attention.

"You both are behaving like brats, Now Miguel she is the new Bartender she will work here for a while be nice" The last sentence was thrown remarking that she will behave "Same goes for you, Be nice he is your co-worker"

"Coworkers!? That if ever!" Both mention at the same time throwing each other murderous looks.

And here we are back where we left off at the beginning. Working with Miguel was annoying, he is always drunk, when he is lucid he gets in a bad mood and even starts fights for stupid reasons, the problem is when you have to interfere when things get too intense, this didn't bother you, you were annoyed by the idea of saving his ass.

Instead of thanking you he starts a useless fight questioning why you helped him and all the crap you decided for your and Daniel's mental health more than anything else for your boss it's better to ignore him.

But what happened?  

You were not a sports fan, much less a soccer fan, however since you arrived to this place the only thing that the bar TV broadcasts was soccer, getting used to it, you noticed that Miguel on special occasions wears a jersey of his favorite team, your lips curved into a cheshire smile at the prank you were going to do, your plan is only to support the opposing team for no apparent reason, this would annoy Miguel as a "revenge" for what he had put you through.

Tonight you put your new plan into practice, you borrowed a t-shirt from the opposing team that is playing tonight, you put it on by buttoning every button, oddly enough this shirt highlights your beautiful figure, accentuating your breasts and molding to your abdomen/torso, you hope no one notices this, but who the fuck cares, you look great.  

The bar is more crowded than it normally is, you complained about the smell it smelled too much like Cologne, alcohol and sweat hopefully your brain will adapt to it. You headed to your work station serving the drinks to their respective buyers. Until you saw him come in of course with his charming outfit, fuck, you have to admit the man is hot, his manly appearance and his well toned and thick muscles soaked with a light layer of sweat would make anyone drool, unfortunately this was his only virtue.

He gave you a small smile and of course foolishly you returned it, you shook your head forcibly bringing yourself back to reality and remembering the reason why you had decided to do this in the first place.  

"Are you kidding me?" he approaches you intimidating as always, the difference is this time his voice framed mockery as if he knew what you were trying to do.

"What are you talking about, I'm just working" you bite your inner cheek avoiding emitting a laugh, You poured him a pitcher of beer waiting for him to forget the topic of conversation.  

"Yeah right, I know what you're planning, cutie" He takes a long swig of the drink wiping the rest of it off with his arm "And it's not going to work" He winks at you you roll your eyes so much you're able to see your brain, it really is unbearable.

As the night continues, Miguel continues to make fun of you and how your "shitty" team is losing, the strange thing is that you ended up joining him, drinking the whole keg of beer answering his comments with sarcastic remarks.  

You were wrong to think that his only quality is being a handsome man when you noticed that his resistance to alcohol is quite high happened exactly with you, your resistance to alcohol was the best, however, the drinks were doing in you a kind of aphrodisiac turning you hotter as you kept talking to Miguel.

"How about...if we go to the back" your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked you play again with your fingers waiting for an answer, instead he didn't give you one he just grabbed your bicep with his hand and dragged you to the employee only room.  

Before partially closing the door, his free hand wrapped around your jaw pulling you closer to him in a hot kiss, intertwining their tongues licking every part he could, he pushed you into the room closing the door behind you. He connected his lips this time on your neck leaving you with purple and bite marks.

 He held your wrists guiding you to the lounge chair obediently sitting there, still kissing you enjoying your taste despite the bad beer you had chosen.  

"Apparently you're not a rough girl anymore" Separating slightly so he could speak.  

"H-hush don't ruin the moment" You turned into a red, stuttering mess, all Miguel did is smile at you and get up from the seat, your mind raced hoping he wouldn't leave.

"On your knees" His hoarser than normal voice made you shudder and let out a low moan, he had never been so dominant and you would be lying if you didn't say you didn't like it. You quickly went down on your knees looking up at him with eyes clouded in lust.

"Fuck" Solo said unbuttoning his pants, you helped by pulling them down along with his boxers "I'm going to punish you for being a spoiled brat."

 You finally released his cock from its confines, you gasped at the sight previously you could picture it, but your mind didn't do it justice, it's big with veins that framed its outline the red tip was already dripping pre-semen, you licked your lips and included its head between your lips, giving kitten licks.

 "Stop teasing" He growled, you opened your mouth wider with your tongue hanging out, shoving his cock in your mouth touching your throat, you looked up as you gagged which made him let out a guttural gasp.

You pulled back pulling his cock partially out before thrusting harder into your throat, you moan and the vibrations you throw are so delicious he can't take it. Getting rid of his remaining clothes he continued to pound your throat rapidly as he watched your face fill with tears and you try to breathe through your nose so you don't choke.  

"Will you stop teasing?" your eyebrows flex in anger, but this action doesn't last that long, still gagging on his cock you nod energetically. "Good girl."

Thick, hot ropes sprouted from his cock covering your mouth, trying to swallow as much as possible. Inhaling and exhaling heavily catching your breath, you struggled to stand up before Miguel lifted you up placing you face down on the couch climbing behind you, your instinct was to raise your ass and spreading your legs apart, giving him a perfect view of your already slippery pussy.

 Miguel looked at you with carnal hunger re licking his lips as he looked at your innocent form, his palm slapping against your ass in a thud, you squealed as you felt another series of spanks follow leaving your buttocks red.  

 "Remember it's your punishment pretty girl."  

He rubs his fingers over your wet folds and plunges a finger inside you, you yelp at the sudden action pulling away, Miguel firmly holds your hips so as not to go any further and continues to plunge his fingers stretching your tight walls.  

"Easy I'm getting you ready" Miguel works on your sex pulling his fingers in and out "She's too tight".  

Your legs trembled with excitement and your moans echoed in the room loudly, before you could come he pulled away from you collecting your essence smearing it on his long shaft lubricating it.  

The tip of his cock rubbed between your folds teasing your entrance, you moaned needy moving close to him.

"Don't tease" you pout and he teases you, he pushes his member slowly into your pussy. The sensation of your walls squeezing his cock made him throw his head back as you rolled your eyes at the bliss of being filled.  

Miguel pulled your hair back into a ponytail using it as leverage to go faster and deeper, the lewd noises you make are music to his ears instigating him to move.

You could feel every part of his thick cock and how it exquisitely hits that rubbery spot inside you, through your mouth overflowing saliva and your eyes still rolling back. Your walls tremble giving hints of your come.

"Cum on my cock pretty girl" his voice a few octaves lower brings you to the edge, a lewd moan escapes your sweet lips and he quickens his pace chanting your name between curses, his load shoots inside your sex painting them white.

He pulls out of you and you both catch your breath. When you realize what has just happened your face turns red and you try to hide it between the cushions of the couch. Miguel notices this and pats your head.

 "So..." You say shyly.

"Then I'll ask you out, mi amor."  

"W-what?!"  

"Ha, I really love your temper."  

"Idiota" this wasn't the plan nor much less the expected result but you're happy.

I must improve on the fast way it ended haha I hope you liked it.  

[dprwolfgang]

Sin Ti // Angel Reyes

Angel Reyes x OC

OC and Ez speak some Portuguese to each other.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner.

Angst

"You gonna have to tell my brother sooner or later mamita." she could hear the words coming out of his mouth but it didn't mean she had to listen to them. If Angel wanted to continue running behind Luisa and a baby that wasn't his then so be it. If he wanted to ignore her and play house with his precious  “Adelita” then he could go right ahead.

"Escolho mais tarde Ez, now can we talk about something else?"  

"No Sol, when else are we gonna talk about this huh? When that kid's sixteen and wondering who the fuck its dad is? You seen what that shit did to Coco ma. Você realmente quer esconder isso dele?"  

“Sim, as long as I have to Ezekiel because I refuse to let your hard headed brother hurt my baby the way I let him continuously hurt me.” She says placing the last glass on the shelf behind her. The others had been called to some urgent meeting and Ez was left on cleanup duty with her.

Ez had no idea what had transpired between Solana and Angel but he knew it had to be something serious if she was showing up at his pop’s house at 3am with tears streaming down her face. He didn’t question her, just let her cry it out against his chest before she finally stopped and told him about her pregnancy.

He had no idea how Angel was gonna handle another baby mama but he knew that Solana meant more to Angel than he let on. They all grew up together, from an early age Angel was always protective of her - he beat her first boyfriend to a pulp for trying to force himself on her- just as he was protective of Ez. La sangre es la sangre so Ez knew that all she had to do was talk to Angel and sort shit out because deep down Ez knew that fatherhood was something Angel wanted to experience.

Wiping her hands on the towel she was using, she steps around the bar throwing it on the counter. “ I promised Letty I’d make tres leches so I gotta make a run to the grocery store real quick.” She places a kiss on his cheek and throws a quick “I’ll see you later Ez” over her shoulder as she exits the clubhouse.

Truth be told Sol had already made Letty tres leches before she came into work but she knew that if she didn’t leave she’d get Ez involved in her and Angel’s drama and she refused to come between the both of them. ____

“He’s beginning to have doubts Miguel.”

“Then make him have faith again linda. You know as well as I do that in order to keep the Mayans on our side we need him and his brother. Emily can handle Ezekiel now make me proud and handle Angel.” Miguel leaves with a kiss to her cheek.  

The power that Miguel Galindo had provided had no doubt gone to her head especially now that she was carrying his baby. She held it over Emily’s head that it didn’t matter that she was his wife, Miguel would seek comfort in her because they were of the same world - a world he felt like Emily could never fully accept or understand.

Adelita smirks as Miguel gives her exactly what she wants. It wasn’t so much as Angel having doubts about her baby being his but the person instilling those doubts in him. Solana had come back into Angel’s life a couple months before his brother did but from what Angel had told her they had never lost touch with each other. Adelita didn’t think that his bond with the woman would interfere with her plans but she really should’ve known better given the way she’s seen Angel look at her or the way he lost his shit when Potter had her kidnapped. Though she had what she wanted, Adelita was jealous of the woman. No matter how much she preached that her and Angel were just business partners she had to admit that a small part of her liked him.

She wasn’t blind and apparently neither was Solana if Angel was calling Adelita by her name the last time she went down on him. The solution was simple really, scare Solana off and Angel would be hers.

“Nestor,” she calls out to the head of security.

“Si,”

“Esos conejos que te pedí que pusieras en  lugar antes, están listos?” She questions.

“They are ready and awaiting orders.” He reports back to her and she smiles.

“Make it hurt but don’t kill her.”

Nestor nods and pulls out his phone to give the orders. Adelita knew she was playing with fire, especially if Angel found out but in that moment she didn’t care.  ____

They waited until her car was parked before they surrounded her. Letty who was sitting on the front porch waiting for her like she usually does instantly becomes alert and grabs the screwdriver she had hidden under the chair.  

Solana exits the car and they start crowding and pushing at her. Letty moves to make her way down the steps but Solana’s voice telling her to get in the house stops her in her tracks. Solana shakes her head when she sees Letty make another move towards her.

She was unarmed and outnumbered. They were clearly there for her so she had to ensure that their attention didn’t shift from her to Letty. She’d never forgive herself if something had happened to the young girl.

Letty reluctantly turns and heads back up the steps and goes into the house, opening the front window and immediately calling Ez because she knew the others were busy after speaking to her dad a few minutes before.

“Get to Sol’s place now!” Is all she says before hanging up.

“So Adelita can’t do her dirty work herself?” Solana knew she wasn’t going to get out of this unscathed but the only thing on her mind right now was to protect Letty and her unborn child and if that entailed letting them have the upper hand then so be it.

One of them behind her pushes her forward and grabs both her hands pulling them behind her back. As soon as she’s somewhat restrained the others start beating on her. A right hook to her jaw has her spitting blood in the face of the person in front of her which earns her a slap to the face. The person holding her hands lets go and grabs onto her hair pulling her head back on their shoulder.

“Adelita sends her apologies that she can’t be here to do this herself.” The man whispers before flinging her body to the ground.

“Adelita can kiss my ass,” she smiles, knees pulled up to her chest and arms holding them close as kicks start raining in from every direction. The last thing she feels is a kick to the back of her head before she passes out. ____

“What the fuck do you mean we can’t see her?” Angel shouts at the doctor. It had been five days since she’d been admitted to the hospital, five hours since she woke up and Angel was losing his mind.

The only person that had been allowed inside her room within that time was Letty who had since been taken back to the clubhouse by Coco.

“She’s asleep Angel, her body needs all the rest it can get and she’s made it clear that she doesn’t want to see you right now.”

It stings. Angel knows that what had happened to the woman he loved was because of his foolish behavior. Their last conversation on repeat in his head. All the spiteful shit he’d said to her simply because he refused to believe that Adelita’s baby was Galindo’s and not his. He’d been so excited at the idea of fatherhood that he had bypassed all the facts and hurt the one person who was always down for him no matter how fucked up his decisions were or the consequences.

He couldn’t lose her. He’d do whatever it takes to earn her forgiveness. Angel looks to Ez who’s shaking his head at him silently letting him know that whatever he was about to do was a shit idea but Angel has and always will be a stubborn man.

It takes all but ten minutes after the doctor left for Angel to bounce into the hospital room leaving Ez on look out. Solana stands facing the window on the phone with who he assumed was Bishop unaware to his presence.

“Tio I’m fine… the baby’s fine as well…stop worrying so much and I love you too.”

“Baby! What baby?” Angel thinks he might faint.  

“Tio I gotta go, Angel’s here… I can’t promise you he won’t leave with some cuts.” She places the phone on the bedside table and just turns back towards the window.

“I thought I made it clear that I didn’t want to see you Ignacio?” Her arms cross over her chest and he knows he’s threading a thin line.

“Past tense and you know I’ve never been able to follow rules properly mi sol.” Comes his smart ass reply as he makes his way towards her. Arms wrapped around her waist, palms splayed on her stomach he rests his head on her shoulder.

“Am I gonna get to be a dad for real this time?” His voice is soft as he asks the question. Angel didn’t want to get excited only to be disappointed again.  

Three months wasn’t much but he told himself he had no right to be mad if she was seeing someone else or even carrying their child. He was the one that fucked up what they had because he kept neglecting what was right in front of him.

“Who said anything about your baby Angel? It could be Oscar’s or Rio’s and even if my baby was yours, do you honestly think I would tell you so that you could hurt my baby the way I let you continuously hurt me?” She hates the way her voice cracks.

Solana tried to get Angel’s arms from around her but he wouldn’t budge. He pulls her flush against his chest and refused to let go.

“I can do this, sin ti.” She sniffles furiously wiping the tears that fell.  

“I know you can but I don’t want you to and I won’t let you go through this on your own. I know I’m a fuck up and I know that I don’t deserve you pero yo no puedo estar sin ti. No puedo hacer esto sin ti. I’m far from fucking perfect but I’m trying my best to be the man that you deserve. Perdóname por favor.”  

“Angel…”

“Te amo.” her breath hitches and she freezes. Both had said I love you to each other but it had always been in the form of “te quiero”.

Angel doesn’t expect the slap he collects once she pries his hands of her and turns to face him nor does he expect the tears that are freely streaming down her face.

“Fifteen fucking years Ignacio and you suddenly love me as more than a friend or family? You think telling me you love me is gonna change this shit? I get that we didn’t have a title but I held you down no matter what since we were fucking children, been in love with yo stupid ass since I was fifteen and you think those two words are gonna change the fact that you left me when I needed you the most? When all I needed was for you to hold me and tell me that we were gonna be fine?”

Angel makes a move towards her but stops when she takes a step back.

“You don’t get to have me here like some fucking doormat that you can walk all over when you’re done playing house with Luísa. I’m here because you’ve got your head so far up her ass that I don’t know who you are anymore. You wanna play house with her and Galindo’s baby go right ahead but leave me and my baby the fuck alone. I’m done…you and me Angel, we were never really anything but we’re done. You made sure of that.” She turns away from him and it’s like his body is rooted to the spot in which he stands. He wants to go to her, to tell her that he confronted Adelita but he couldn’t move.

Opening his mouth to speak he’s cut off by Ez, “ The nurses are doing their rounds mano, we gotta go.”

“Sol…”

“Leave Angel. Don’t come back.”  

Ez grabs his brother by his upper arm and drags him out of the room and down the hall until they’re both standing outside.

“You okay Angel?”

“I fucked up my family before we even had a chance to be one. I gotta fix this Ez but she wants nothing to do with me.” He doesn’t like the way he’s feeling but thinks that it’s just maybe what he deserves to be feeling.

“Angel, anyone with eyes can see how much Solana loves you but you hurt her and she’s upset. Just give her some time, we both know she can’t ever stay mad at you for long.” He pats his brother’s back before hopping on his bike.

Angel looks towards the window as he gets on his bike. “Sin ti, estoy incompleto. I promise to fix this querida.” He says to himself as they leave for home.