#like you couldn have done one fucking phone call??? and then they say I'm so sorry it went like that???? what do you mean??? it didnt go

[xxlelaxx]

I'm so over people making their problems someone else's problem. Listen buddy, you got issues, you take care of it. Don't make everyone else around you do it. Figure it out cause everyone else has to do that too <3

#ignore me #today has been a shit day and honestly i cant handle people anymore #we're not in the us you can get a diagnosis i do not care how hard it is or how much you struggle with asking for help #i do not care in the slightest. everyone else struggles with something so figure it out #but it is not my job to keep nursing feelies or doing double the work cause you just don't wanna be bothered with it #i hate this kind of thinking #i hate people who dont take responsibility for shit they do #first my dumb job fucks up and i have to wander threee hours in the cold just to find out that the kid isnt even at school #like you couldn have done one fucking phone call??? and then they say I'm so sorry it went like that???? what do you mean??? it didnt go #like that.. this was fully within your control and you fucked up AGAIN at least dont pretend otherwise #then my family as always messes up telling me stuff on time and planning anything in the slightest bit #like i do not give a fuck i gave you a week to figure out an approximate time slot.. i know it might be surprising but i am also a grown up #with responsibilities and i need to know if I'm gonna get home in the evening or not and how much waiting time i have cause then i might be #able to get some stuff done. i explained this a hundred times. i do not care. figure it out. its not my problem and honestly fuck off #if you need help go to the doctor you pay insurance for. it's not my fault you decide not to do anything about your issues #and my boyfriend has not been doing shit this week. i had to do the household alone again. #get a diagnosis or fix your behavior but its been years and I'm over it #we kicked out two people exactly for that kind of behavior and now you do the same??? #do i look like your mom?? do you think I'll care??? if i have to keep asking you to do stuff for more than four months and you STILL dont #do them cause apparently you have the attention span of a fish and cant be bothered to put work into it it is not my problem #i dont care. potential adhd or depression are not a free out of jail card. figure it out. i had to do it too #i hate people so much #also what the fuck is wrong with people flirting on the job??? thats unprofessional and i do not care of youre cute. youre working #if i wanted to fucking get hit on i would go to the club or on dating sites not to the fucking bus driver #what the hell is wrong with people today????

[running-with-kn1ves]

Punishment

Male! Yandere x GN! Reader

A/N: Wrote this in a frenzy. I wanted to wait to post it till a little later but couldn"t help myself;; Also my ko-fi is open for anyone who wants a specific halloween idea~~ ToT

TW: NSFW!!, exhibitionism/public sex (unknowing friend on video call), dub-con, yandere themes, GN reader(described as having a 'hole'), genitals, jealousy, creampie, degredation, sex as punishment, biting, fingernails in skin, use of the word ‘manhood’

Synopsis: your boyfriend has decided to punish you for neglecting him while you're on call with a friend. 

"S-so you're coming down on the 15th?" You asked, albeit shakily.

"Yup!" Your friend replied. "Got my stuff packed and ready." 

You tried to focus on their words as you stared at them through the camera, watching as they multi-tasked while talking to you. You thanked the skies that they were too busy cleaning and writing things down to notice what was happening on your end of the chat. 

You tried to turn the camera at a different angle, cutting most of your face and body out of view. 

"Don't you dare," the voice growled behind you, huffing in your ear. "Keep it positioned, where it fucking was."

You whined with frustration, only loud enough for the voice to hear. Frowning, you slowly put the phone back and gripped it rigidly. 

"It's going to show too much!" You whispered back.

"Hey, are you still there?" Your friend asked. 

"Y-yeah, I'm still here!" You waved to the camera as they turned to look at you. For a moment they looked suspicious, lifting an eyebrow. You felt your stomach sink, wondering if they saw the man behind your figure, his hips slowly moving. 

But your friend soon returned to normal, facing away from the camera as they ranted on about their future traveling plans. You tried to mumble small 'mhm's' and 'yeahs' while keeping your moans at bay, but the struggle proved harder than you thought. 

The man behind you forced his thick cock to slide in and out of you at an even pace, having done so ever since you started your video chat with your friend. 

Your demanding boyfriend insisted you service him as payback for having neglected him for days. Which of course, wasn't really true, but you knew his jealousy knew no bounds when it came to you spending “long periods of time” with others. But before you could satisfy him, your phone began to ring. 

You looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to let you take this one call. And to your surprise, he allowed it. But not before bending you over the kitchen counter. 

"Answer it." He said, pulling your shorts down and your knees apart.

You panicked, saying you'd rather not answer it at all if you had to do that at the same time! But your boyfriend didn’t give you a choice. 

So now here you were, on the brink of orgasming while on a video call, desperately trying to keep your boyfriend out of view. 

You saw your body rock back and forth in the camera, your eyes beginning to glaze over as your boyfriend thrusted deeper into you. He had been painfully slow, purposely drawing out your pleasure to make it harder for you to see straight. The squelches of his cock inside of you were beginning to grow louder, and you feared how audible they might’ve been on the other side of the phonecall. But your friend was too busy chatting away, barely noticing how you were letting out jagged breaths and sweet noises. 

Your underwear and pants were pulled down to your ankles, the fabric gathering slick that would have otherwise dripped to the tile floor. You heard your boyfriend’s belt buckle jingle every time he pushed into you, moving his hips in a circle to grind against your sweet spot. Your little hole couldn’t take much more of his teasing, having faced this torture too many times. And you knew it was only going to get worse; it wasn't like you could stop him without exposing what was going on. You just hoped your friend would hang up soon. 

Your boyfriend gripped your hips, giving a light spank to your hip as he moaned noisily. Purposefully. You looked back at him alarmed, desperately staring at him with wide eyes and squirming legs.

‘Please!’ You mouthed, your ass stuck out in his view.

But all he did was grin, sliding his tongue over his teeth as he pulled out of you. You sighed in relief as you heard that final wet noise of his exit, hoping that his deep but slow thrusts had been enough to get him off. But as he grabbed your hair firmly, pulling your head back, you knew you spoke too soon.

With his cock waiting he tried to lift your shirt up, pushing it to your armpits. But you held your ground, knowing you’d for sure get caught if you let him do as he pleased.

He gave another smack to your skin as you turned around to look at him. You shook your head no, biting your cheek as you mouthed ‘later’. 

 "We can do it later!" you pleaded with a yell-whisper. 

Your boyfriend didn’t seem to like that. He yanked at your shirt with a harsh grunt, nearly tearing the fabric. 

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do.” He grumbled, pinching your ass hard enough to make you wince. 

But you tried to ignore him, laughing with your friend when they laughed, trying to keep up with the conversation as you felt your sex grow cold from how bare it was. Yet the chilly air fanning it didn’t last long. 

Your boyfriend pulled your ass out farther, knocking you onto your elbows on the counter. You had managed to hold yourself up pretty well before but the forced position startled you. 

“You okay?” Your friend asked. 

“Yeah,” You lied through your teeth. “Just a little light headed, what were you saying?” 

Your friend carried on, while your heart began to race. His cock was pushed into you again, but this time it entered you at rapid speed. He bottomed out inside of you as your hips were wrenched backward. Your boyfriend began to quicken, pumping into you as if his life depended on it. The moist sounds of arousal wettening your hole got louder, your body beginning to shake as he violently molded you fit his manhood. 

His hips slammed against your bottom at a rapid pace, sliding himself in and out of you at the definition of rough and fast. Even if you weren’t shaking from pleasure, your body would be moving just from his assault alone. Before, his dick had brushed your sweet spot; enough to get you going, but nothing like this. Now, he was abusing it, making sure to thrust at an upwards angle: just how he knew you like it. 

His grunts and open-mouthed moans were getting louder. In fact, too loud.

“Please--” You inhaled sharply, eyes nearly rolling back. “Keep going… quiet--”

“You want me to keep going?” He laughed, nails digging into your flesh. “You really are a slut, letting me fuck you in front of someone else like this. I didn’t know you were so dirty.” He let out a low, shakey groan, having thrusted exceptionally well this time.  

You whined, trying to keep up your responses with your friend as you felt him grind harder inside you. You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you couldn’t imagine letting this pleasure escape. 

“Oh who am I kidding, you’ve always... hah... liked getting fucked silly by me…--!” He leaned down next to your ear, finally in shot of the camera. 

You clenched the counter tops as he purposely made himself visible. 

“Hey,” He said out of breath, acknowledging your friend. 

“Hey back!” Your friend replied, beginning to ask questions now that your boyfriend was here. You couldn’t concentrate, though. With the feeling of his dick pumping into you, you could only lay your head on the countertops as he kept thrusting.

You knew your movements were visible in the camera, you just hoped your friend didn’t suspect the truth.

Your boyfriend laughed normally, making jokes as if he wasn’t rearranging your guts in the kitchen right now. His chest was pressed against your back, neck slick with sweat as he kept pounding into you. 

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Your boyfriend asked. You hadn’t heard a word he said. He looked at you expectantly, purposely and aggressively making a deeper dent inside of you this time. You looked up, feeling so full as he kept trying to push you past your limits; he was just waiting for you to slip up. Your mouth sat agape as you tried to respond as fast as possible. 

“M-mhm!” You could hardly suppress the moan that came out at the same time. You were about to cum; but knew you couldn’t, not yet. 

Thankfully, your boyfriend moved out and away from the camera under the guise of doing something else. 

“Well, I’ve gotta finish packing. But it was good talking to you,” Your friend cheerily said, turning to face you. You tried to return to normal, ignoring the sweat on your forehead and the fucked out look you had in your eyes. You smiled fakely at them, responding back with a quivering voice. 

“Yeah--uh.. I’ll talk to you when.. When you get here then.” You tried to not sound too out of breath, but it was no easy feat as your boyfriend was creating pornographic sounds behind you. “I-I’ve gotta get back to cooking!” You covered, acting as if the things near you needed fixing. 

“Alright, well. Talk to you later!” 

“Y-yeah, you t-too!” You said, your boyfriend chiming in with his own breathy goodbye as he came up close to you again. His hips were clearly pressed against yours, fucking you up against the cabinets, but your friend ended the call before you could panic about it.  

Once the call ended, you shut your phone off and threw it across the counter. You wouldn’t dare have your phone ring around him again; at least not for a while, lest this instance repeat itself.

But once your friend was no longer an issue, your boyfriend only got worse.

“Oh, fuck--!” He sucked in air through his teeth as he pulled your hips back again. He had slowed down momentarily, distracted by entertaining your friend and teasing you to blow your cover, but now his pace had altered. 

He was slamming into you, moans perfectly aligned with when his cock hit your special, spongy spot. You in turn let out your own quiet mewls; it still felt wrong to voice your pleasure even with the extra company now gone. 

“See what happens when you ignore me?” He gritted his teeth, calloused hands grabbing your thighs to meet his movements. “See what happens when you hang out with your friends more than me? They have to watch you get your brains fucked out.”

You let out a pained moan as he raked his hands down your chest under your shirt. Your thighs were a mess, covered in precum and sweat as he lifted one of your legs to get deeper access. 

“Now tell me who you belong to, who’s going to get to see you cum?” He bit your neck, turning you sideways as you leaned against the counter for support. “Who’s going to get to see you all pretty and fucked out, over and over again until you learn your lesson?” 

You felt yourself so close, the coil in your stomach burning and tightening. You let out sweet little ‘oh’s’ as you tried to respond. 

“Y-you. You are.” it was hard not to grow ashamed of your response, but the high that was oh so close, felt worth it.

 Little did you know, you had just sealed your fate. 

“That’s right, my little slut. Fuck, you feel…so good." His fingernails began to dig into your flesh. "And you aren’t going anywhere.” 

The grip holding your thigh up and the other on your stomach brought an unexpectedly searing burn. 

You could hardly register the pain as he came inside of you. Squirts of thick cum coated your walls, your hole clenching around his cock and milking him perfectly. He thrusted erratically inside of you to ride out his sweet finish, moaning your name possessively as he held you close. He said your name over and over, each syllable getting more angry and territorial. 

Your skin began to bruise. You could feel the sharp stinging of his nails, your moans mixing with agonizing wails as he slowed his humping against you. But his hands didn’t stop, blood nearly being drawn by his sharp teeth clamped on your neck.

As your boyfriend slowed, cock still inside of you, he kissed your cheek with wet lips. He relished in the noises coming out of your closed mouth. You knew he was furious for your lack of attention towards him, but hadn’t expected him to take it this far. At the same time, you knew what kind of man he was. You knew he was never going to let you off easy. You just hoped that you could get back into his good graces without too many wounds.

“Ready for punishment number two?” He asked, soaking up the look of fear and tears in your eyes. 

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[lilacastar]

Some things could never be understood.

Maybe Garret would never find the answer to why things were the way they were. Why no one wanted to see the signs, or care for a child in need. And it wasn't ok. But maybe acknowledging it was a step towards healing.

And finally, after falling down those spirals over and over, never wanting to think about the pain, Garret was ready to acknowledge it. He needed help. He was bound to be stuck in the same old cycle if he just kept coping in the same ways he had been. And how he was coping- well, hadn't been as bad as it could be. But it wasn't in any direction of healing.

It would start as a small little thing that would only grow. Ignore the little feeling, and keep ignoring it until you can't. Until it all bubbled over in a way that left an imprint for miles, all who were near could see. Because it wasn't just him that it affected, it hurt people he cared about. Maybe he was grown, but the child inside that never got to grow up still acted out. Such a confusing way to be- grown too fast yet still a child.

His phone began to ring, causing the splitting pain in his head to flair. He patted his pockets, which were found empty, then sat up to search the couch. The movement sent a surge of nausea through his system, but he mustered through and shortly found his device in the cushion.

[Incoming call: Liz]

For a moment, his breath caught in worry of what she could say. He hadn't been well to her, she had put in so much effort trying to help, but he refused to hear.

He accepted the call, but found he didn't even know how to start.

"Hey..." Her tired voice came through. Liz sounded like she had woken up a short moment ago, just as he had.

"Hey," He mirrored. It was quiet for a bit, the only sound being the static between the line. "You ok?"

"Yeah," She sighed, but her tone told the opposite. "I had like. A really shitty day yesterday."

"Guess that makes two of us," He smiled softly.

"I'm sorry for blowing up at you last night. I just- yeah. We're both stressed and tired. And I know you're going through some shit, so I'm sorry."

"I'ts ok, really. You were right about a lot of stuff. Everything, really."

"Are you though? Ok?"

"I'm-" He wanted to reassure her, make things better and tell her he was. It's what he would've done before the fight. But saying things to make her feel better, so he could be left alone, wasn't right anymore. And it wouldn't help him be better.

"I'm actually not ok." His voice trembled, but he kept going this time. "You were right about a thing going on with me, and I just never felt ok enough to talk about it."

"Is it ok now? I'm not going to pressure you."

He laughed, aggravating the pain of a hangover. "No, I'm not sure if I ever will be. Yeah, I'll never be ready to talk about it."

"Oh..."

"But I will talk about it anyway. Not being ready isn't going to stop me from trying anymore."

"Garret swear to god, you're going to make me cry right now and my head hurts so bad,"

"Lizzie~" He taunted. "Are you hungover after telling me not to drink?"

"Yeah, yeah, I ate my words." She groaned.

"You're such a hypocrite!"

"Oh my god, I know, I'm sorry."

"I'm just teasing. Cause I am- so very hungover right now."

"Garret!"

"Hey, you can't say shit now."

"We'll see about that when I come home, I'll always have shit to say to you."

"We're going to have a lot to say in person." He sighed. "I need help."

"It's ok to need help."

"No, I mean literally. If I get off the couch, I think I'm going to pass out."

"You couldn't even make it to the bed?" She couldn't contain the laughter in her voice.

"The bed felt too empty without you..."

"Ok now I'm really going to cry. Fuck, I miss you."

"I miss you too."

-

Despite Garret's instincts, despite everything inside telling him he's a burden for needing help, he let himself be cared for. Even though Liz herself was in pain and tired, Garret let her help him through the worst of it. And together they rested, hydrated, and ate what was safe.

Garret couldn't tell which hurt worse: Having thrown all of his model planes in a trash bag, or Liz's heartbroken reaction to seeing the aftermath. The shelves looked so empty and quiet without them, and it ached having been the very one to get rid of it all. But things could always be rebuilt. It would never be the same, and there would always be marks where the damage was done and repaired. But that was ok. It was a part of healing. And there were always new things to build in the future.

And through many bouts of uncertainty, shaking, crying, and comforting- Garret let go of what he'd been holding in alone for so long. He finally came undone, not just for Liz, but for himself. And out poured his heart. From the time of elementary to now, twenty-two years of silent trauma was finally heard.

And he could finally let go of the breath he didn't even realize he was holding.

#part 11/13 #The Elementary Cycle

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ THE PROPOSITION ❜

with Angel Reyes.

Chapter Three, final. Index.

Request #1: Hola! Angel asking for Felipe to have Marisol's ring cause he went to propose to his girlfriend. But Felipe says No cause he thinks EZ deserve its more. ( And cause WE know he love EZ more ) So Angel is like " Fuck this shit" And either is breaks in Felipe house to steal this ring Or Either he go brought the biggest and perfect ring ! 🤩

BY ANON

Request #2: Hey! Angel do something very impressive for his girlfriend ( like big and impressive asking for marriage or Travel 5 states just for see her) and this ending by Felipe being very impressive by his Sons and take conscience he is a bad dad for Angel. 🙏❤️🤟🤟

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @pantherclawz

Masterlist.

Almost one week without hearing his voice. Receiving one or two text messages per day, just to tell you that he's tired or that he's working. You know he is hiding something, confirming your suspicion when EZ began to decline all your calls. And, when you talked with Felipe three days ago, the only thing he told you was that he didn't know anything about his kids. So you started to think the worst. At first you thought that maybe Angel had an accident and his brother was trying to cover him, but when you called Bishop this morning, you heard your boyfriend's voice saying that he was ‘going to pick up the girl’. And now, you don't know what to think.

Licking your lips, sitting in the back garden of the house, you play with your phone between your fingers. It's almost midnight and it's a little cold outside, wearing nothing but an Angel's shirt. You decide to call him again, but it's his voicemail who answers again, even if you shouldn't be doing it after drinking too many beers, while your friends are sleeping and resting for the last seminar the next morning. But you wait for the last tone.

“Hey, it's me… your girlfriend, remember? I've been calling you… I don' know, maybe the fucking whole day. Where the fuck are you, Angel? And don't you fucking dare to tell me that you were working, 'cause I heard you this morning talking about some bitch to pick up. But fo' say something, first you have to answer the fucking phone!”

Sounds pathetic the way you are talking to him, saying all the things that you wouldn't say to him being sober. Hiccuping, you find yourself crying unconsolable, with an agonic pain oppressing your chest and squeezing your heart.

“Just… two fucking weeks, Angel! You couldn' keep your fucking dick inside your pants, for two fucking weeks! Is that the… shit I mean to you? Two years thrown overboard because of what? How many times have you done it, ah? All these… shit about not calling during a run… were you doing the same shit, Angel? How many fucking times has you betrayed me?!”

You can't help but laugh bitterly, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, trying to calm yourself and to not wake up anyone.

“I fucking love you… with all my heart. I didn' complain about anything, never…” Although your voice sounds low and a little bit calmed, inside you there's a storm devastating you. “I put you first, always, since the first moment I met you… I can't fucking believe you're gonna lea—leave me and… the way you're doing it… I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong”.

Hardly sniffing, you close your eyes letting go everything inside your chest, before finishing the message. Curling up your legs to surround them with both arms, you rest your chin over your knees. You can't avoid thinking about all those times he has promised you a future together, living in a big house and having children. Or about all those times he has been crying clinged to you, talking about how his father has been always putting him apart. You have cared about him more than anyone in his life. You have given him all. Without asking anything back, more than loyalty. And you wouldn't even have to ask for it.

Even so, you're starting to regret all the things you have said, without knowing if it's true or not. But how are you going to find it out, if anyone says nothing?

“Oh, shit… Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Angel is sitting on top of his bike, with a hand holding his phone and the other rubbing the bridge of his nose.

His brothers are looking at all the gestures that he's drawing unconsciously on his face. Rage, sadness, incredulous… When the message ends, he lies down over the handerball, softly hitting his head against it. He tries to call you, but your phone is practically dead, off of battery. Bishop walks towards him, having a sip from his beer.

“All good, Angel?”

“She thinks I'm fucking cheating her, because he heard me say about picking up Leti, this morning”. Stepping out from his motorcycle, he looks for Tori's number, hoping she answers the call.

Walking around the parking like a locked lion in the zoo, he's starting to think about driving right now to Los Angeles.

“The hell is wrong with you, shithead?” The female voice sounds tired, being interrupted by a long yawn.

“Tori, listen. Find (Y/N). She's drunk, thinking I'm cheating on her”.

“Yeah, 'cause you have been ignoring her ass”.

“I've been workin—”.

“Nah, c'mon, Angel. Tell these tales to someone wh—”.

“I was working to buy a wedding ring”.

Silence. Tori suddenly sits up on her bed, turning on the lights and waking up Sarah. The girl who was sleeping peacefully, now is being woken up by shaking her left arm. Having some growls as response, she looks at her girlfriend frowning, while she hears Angel's voice through the speaker.

“Just listen, please. Calm her down, okay? 'Am coming tomorrow to LA. I already talked to your boss and I can't tell you anything else. Just… calm her down, please”.

“Okay, we got this, Angel”.

Hanging up the call, both girls jump off from the bed, walking towards your room. Empty. But following your crying, they stick out their heads by the window, finding you in the garden. This hurts them too. They were with you the night you met Angel, and they also love him a lot. They know how much he cares about you and even if Sarah and Tori couldn't believe that he was with another girl, it wasn't normal his way to act the last days. But now, everything has sense, and they are pretty excited to see him tomorrow and discover what he has been preparing for the proposition.

Going downstairs and trying to hide their happiness, your friends sit by each side to hug you. A collective hug to make you feel somewhat better, but you can't stop crying.

“Baby… what's up?” Tori asks, caressing gently your hair.

“This… fucking bastard… I fucking gave him all, the best of me!”

“You talkin' 'bout Angel? C'mon, (Y/N)! He told you he made the most of his time to work a little more, and not miss you. Two weeks is too much time for you both”.

“I heard him talking about another girl”.

“So, what? Since when he can't have friends, ah? I have slept with him at his house… hundred times, and that doesn't mean that I cheated Tori, or he cheated you. And believe me, your boyfriend is a fantasy even for me”. Sarah says, making you chuckle in some way. “I'm sure he has been working hard, as you do when he is traveling. So, don't think any bullshit about Angel. He loves you more than anything, okay?”

“Let's go to bed, okay, honey? We have to be awake in five hours for a long, long, long seminar. Lucky it's the last one”. Tori says standing up on her feet, helping you to get up from the grass.

Angel comes into the clubhouse with an excited smile on his lips, like a child on Christmas Day, rubbing his hands and clapping happily calling everybody's attention.

“You got it, hermano?”

He nods energetically, walking fast to the main round table, where the oldest were waiting for him to come back from the jewelers. The Reyes tucks a hand inside his pocket in complete silence, putting over the wood a small red velvet box. Between his fingers, he supports the bottom part to open the top, showing the ring for what he has been working too hard the last two weeks; without sleeping, without resting, without a drop of alcohol, without partying. Nothing. Just working hard. The fine gold ring is perfectly resting inside a small gap, showing only the top of it. A king's crown with a diamond in it, that shines so easily with natural light that could illuminate a whole room. The crew is looking at it fascinated. And yes, the ring couldn't be perfect, but it's the feeling of pride for Angel that makes them smile.

“Fuck, brother… If she doesn' want to marry you, I will”. Creeper is captivated by the jewel, with his eyes fixed on.

“Why the fuck she wouldn't want to marry me, dumbshit?”

“Ignore him, carnal”. Coco palms his back, resting his arm on a shoulder.

“So, what you say, ah?” He asks, anxious to hear Bishop, Tranq and Taza's opinion. Without them, it couldn't be possible.

“Fuck, man, I would marry you too if you propose me with this ring”. Che is the first one, taking the step to grab the small box and have a closed look from it.

“You did a good job, Angel. You deserve it”. Tranq just says with both arms on the table.

“Prez?”

Bishop keeps looking at the box, seeming thoughtful, slowly raising his eyes to the others after some seconds in silence.

“I think you are doing the right thing for the first time since I know you. That girl deserves a man like you, Angel. And I know she is not the kind of woman who would care about the ring, but you found the perfect one”.

Your boyfriend can't feel more proud. It would be impossible.

“Go change your clothes, you have four hours of road ahead”. El Presidente places a hand on Angel's nape with a soft narrow over it.

He just nods, keeping again the box inside a pocket to get up and leave the place to his dorm, where he has been sleeping the last two weeks. The black jeans and the white shirt are perfectly stretched over his bed. The Reyes hurries up to have a shower, not wasting a second more, brushing and doing his hair with trembling fingers. He hasn't known anything about you since he talked with Tori and Sarah some hours ago, hoping that they finally calmed you down and got you rid of those ideas about him cheating you. When he's already dressed, sitting on the edge of the mattress to put on his boots, Angel grabs the black bomber jacket trespassing the box from a piece of clothing to the other, zipping the pocket to not lose it.

Coming back to the main room of the clubhouse, his brothers receive him between whistles and cheers.

“Man, you smell good”. Coco says coming too close.

“Ah, ah. Take care, brother. Don't want you to stain my fresh clothes”. He says taking a step back.

“My apologies, your grace”. He chuckles.

“Bishop?”

“Templo”. Taza says having a sip from a coffee.

Checking the hour on his phone, assuring himself that he has enough time, the Reyes leads his steps to the meeting-room, closing the glass colorful door behind him.

“Already leaving?”

“Yeah, prez, I just… want to thank you for giving me the three k left. I will continue working to gi—”.

“Take it as a wedding gift”. The mexican stops him with his own words, shaking his head and making a light gesture with a hand.

“I couldn't do it without you, Tranq and Taza”.

“I heard what you told to your brother. In the office”. He says then, lying back on his chair. “I am not going to… give you my opinion about your father, but he shouldn't behave like that, Angel”.

“I know, Bishop. And… I would thank you for not telling anything about it to (Y/N). She loves my pops”.

“That honors you”.

“Don't know, but I don't wanna be like him”.

El Presidente simply nods.

“Bring back Mrs. Reyes”.

Your head hurts like hell, having to use your glasses because of the blurry gaze you have got by the hangover. The seminar is turning out eternal. The last thing you care about right now is how to operate with an open heart, you have already done it and you could skip this part. But it's for compulsory attendance. So there you are, drawing nothing on your iPad as if you were taking notes, fighting against the pain, the tiredness and the uncertainty about Angel. He continues not answering your text or calls, and you can't help but think about what Sarah told you last night.

“... you for coming, and I hope that these two weeks have been productive for your learning”.

The claps flood the conference room, while the other doctors begin to pick up their stuff and finally leave the place. You can't believe that it's already done and that you're allowed to come back home, checking again your muttered phone expecting to find something. But the notifications bar is empty.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'm going to steal you a couple minutes. Sit back, please”. The voice of your boss through the speakers makes you raise an eyebrow.

“The desire to be noticed by that man fucks me up”. Tori chuckles with a low tone, sitting again over her seat.

“I know that we all are tired, but it's just going to be a couple minutes, I promise. I just want to help a friend”.

“No…” Sarah looks at her girlfriend really surprised, making you frown confused.

“Girls, the fuck you did?”

“You just… enjoy the show, my dear”.

You can see your boss making a gesture to someone by a side of the stage, to come closer. But when your eyes find Angel walking over it, your blood freezes and your heart stops. Lucky you're between almost more than two hundred doctors and surgeons. Leo gives up the micro to your boyfriend, looking for you. And obviously, your two friends start to yell like crazy to call his attention.

“Hey, ahm… You don't know me and I don't know you, but… I'm Angel. Dr. (Y/L/N)'s boyfriend and I came to… give her an important message”. He says with a nervous tone, before smirking at you, clearing his throat. “Hey, baby, can you… can you come here, please?”

“Go”. Your friends push you to get up, but your legs feel like butter about to fall downstairs.

As soon as he's able to hug you, he does, not caring about the claps from the people in front of you.

“Okay, okay, listen”. Holding one of your hands and pulling himself away, he laughs a little bit nervous for a second. “We met two years ago, in the middle of nowhere. I was fuc— sorry. I was hurt because of a fight. And you fixed up my wounds with so much love, patience and care, that I fell for you”.

“Angel…”

“Sh, listen. I think I'm going to have a heart attack, so let me talk before falter to the floor. Listen, you have been my best friend, my anchor, my reason to live since then. I love you more than I could ever love anyone... I can't live without you, baby. And before you say anything else like last night, no. I didn't try and I'm not going to do it, because I'm lost without you, (Y/N). So, ahm… Hey, boss, can you hold the mic'?” Turning to Leo, the man takes it back.

You're trembling, looking at your friends for a moment trying to find an explanation. But when your gaze is again on your boyfriend, he's already kneeling with a hand inside a pocket grabbing something. A small red box. And you can't believe what's happening. Taking a step back and covering your face with both hands, you start to cry like a child, with your pulse racing under your skin.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you marry me?”

The crew is waiting anxiously at the porch, after not receiving any news back from LA. But they all get up from their seats on the sofas and the stairs, when they hear Coco's car being driven by Angel coming closer. As soon as he parks it close to the bikes, not finding you on the passenger seat and looking at the devastated gesture on his face, they know that the proposition wasn't as they were expecting. Stepping out of the car, he just shrugs his shoulders.

“Hey, carnal, it's okay. She will reconsider it”. Coco says hugging his friend, trying to comfort him.

“She will say yes, Angel, don't give up”. Bishop palms softly his nape.

And you are drowning in laughs hidden on the floor of the back seats. Looking slightly through the window, you find the crew very affected because supposedly you said ‘no’. Taking some air, you jump out of the car yelling with a huge smile on your lips.

“Surprise, madafakas!”

“Jesus fucking Christ! I'm too old for these frights!” Taza shouts at you back, indignant with a hand on his chest barely breathing.

“I'm confused”. Gilly says from nowhere.

“What? Doesn't sound good Mrs. Reyes for you?” Walking towards them, raising the hand with the amazing ring, they all look surprised.

“I'm going to fucking shoot you, Angel”. Bishop threats him, before leading his steps to yours. “Welcome home, querida”.

“Thank you”. Hugging him, you rest your head against his chest. “Angel told me you help him”.

“It was nothing, kid”. Clicking his tongue and pulling himself away, he caresses your cheek for a second.

“Yo! Mami! You look stunning now that you're engaged”. Coco lifts you up between his arms, narrowing you under his grip.

“Yeah, you see?!”

“Hey, hey, social distancing”. Your future husband takes you off from his friend's hands, to hold you closer with an arm surrounding your neck.

“Look at you, Mr. and Mrs. Reyes”. Creeper says very proud, nodding in accordance.

“Let's celebrate it that you didn' kick my ass, mi dulce”.

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