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killmongerkink · 4 years

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Adult Problems

Summary: Oscar removes his mask and tells you how he really feels.

Pairing: Oscar "Spooky" Diaz X Black!Reader

Warning: fluffy fluff fluff, oscar being soft, sincere and cute ;_;.

Length: 1.3k

BTW: this is my first time writing for on my block so i wanted to make this short and sweet .. it’s heavily inspired by oscar and cesar’s conversation in s3:e8. depending on how people like it, i’ll consider writing something more original for oscar in the future. i hope you guys enjoy & sorry for any typos!

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An amused look was on your face as you watched Oscar shuffle the boys out of the door, Cesar and Jamal’s attempts at bidding you a goodnight failing terribly when their words were cut off by the door slamming in their faces.

“Aren’t our brothers just the cutest?” You voiced, a set of eyes cutting towards you before a not so thrilled grunt was used as a reply.

Oscar grabbed two handfuls of the candy that you had brought over earlier and made his way over, his body dropping next to yours on the couch and you watched as the collection of sugary goods flooded his lap. The both of you passed time by eating and chit-chatting about normal stuff, or as normal as things could be for the leader of one of the most notorious gangs in Freeridge. You allowed him to rant a bit and he made sure to talk without saying too much. He didn’t want you worrying about his dealings and you couldn’t lie and say that you wanted to know more than what he was letting on. You’d catch the specks of blood on his clothing, see him slipping a silencer into his pants pockets before he’d kiss you goodbye, and let’s not even talk about the countless rumors that you’d hear people whisper behind your back. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to start seeing him, but it didn’t make the relationship any easier.

“Are you happy?” He asked suddenly.

The question came out of the blue and you paused from unwrapping your third mini snickers to look at him. He looked relaxed as he sat in the corner of the couch, man-spreading with one arm stretched out behind you and the other on the couch armrest. His face on the other hand was a different story. You could tell that he was deep in thought, those eyebrows of his that always gave away his true feelings were furrowed and down, nose defined and nostrils slightly flared.

“Of course I’m happy.” You answered without much thought, Oscar’s head turning to you but he was still looking away. “I’m happy here. With you, my family, your family-”

“What family?”

“Oscar.”

“All I got is my hermano and even then.”

He stopped himself before he could go any further and when you leaned in closer in an attempt to make him look at you, he purposely kept his eyes away. Calling out his name didn’t help, not even when you tried holding his chin and turning his face to you. You pushed the excess candy from the couch and his lap, the small pieces hitting the floor before you were cuddling up against him. Knowing that he was keeping things to himself made you scared and the random question of your happiness put you on edge even more. People didn’t just ask that all willy nilly. Something was bothering him, something that he didn’t seem eager to share.

“You know what would make me reeeeally happy? Going away with you.” Your fingers played with the cross that hung around his neck. “I don’t care where we go. An hour away .. ten hours away. It doesn’t matter. I just want us to get away from everything for a little bit. I don’t want you worrying or having to look over your shoulder. Just somewhere nice. Somewhere with no problems.”

You ended your words with a smile at the image you had playing in your head. Oscar’s carefree grin as you both walked hand in hand like a normal couple. It’s not like you guys couldn’t do that now, but with the heat that had been going on with the Santos, Prophets and now 19th Street, Oscar didn’t like you going out alone or with him, which sucked. He was scared that he would get caught up while out and didn’t want you being a witness to anything, or worse. You already had a few quick run-ins with some knuckleheads that were trying to scare you while you were out shopping and Oscar damn near went crazy when he heard the news from said knuckleheads and not you. That earned you a not so nice speech about hiding things from him and you remembered him talking to you as if you were a child before you calmed him down with a couple kisses and much more later that night. Looking up at him, you pressed your lips against his lower cheek.

“What would make you happy?”

“Adult problems.”

You tilted your head to the side and scoffed.

“Fool, now why would you want-“

“I want to own a house. Maybe have a wife, a kid. All I have right now is resentment and missed opportunities. I don’t want that shit no more. It’s time to give it away. Start a new chapter.”

You were taken aback by his sudden confession. Oscar had never spoken about having a life away from his current one, he just always seemed worried about making sure that Cesar didn't follow in the path that his grandfathers, father and now brother had. The way he talked let you know that this had been on his mind for quite some time and although it made your heart smile that he had hope of a life away from the gang, you knew that it wouldn't be so easy to get out even though he was the leader. You didn't know how the Santos worked when it came to leaders stepping down, but your binges of Gangland let you know that it wouldn't be a walk in the park. Just imaging him trying to leave and them ... you stopped yourself before your mind could run wild and decided to lighten the mood.

"A wife? Is she gonna be a fine ass chica?"

His cheeks rose and body jumped as he smirked loudly, those being the same words he had used on you when you both first met. You remembered giving him a hard time about how that wasn't the correct way to approach you, but you couldn't deny the fact that his accent mixed with that sly smile of his had you smitten and thinking of him for the rest of that night.

"She's gonna be you so yeah."

Sucking your teeth, you rolled your eyes playfully and moved off of him only for him to pull you back and situate you on his lap this time. His face was back to being serious, but you kept a smile on your face as he placed your hand on his chest, the steady beat of his heart making you caress the skin with your thumb.

"Mi corazón late por ti."

You rose your brow, waiting for him to translate his words like he always did when he spoke to you in Spanish, but instead he ignored your puzzled expression and kept going.

"Y mi amor por ti, esta mierda es real."

He tightened his lips and nodded at his words, his arms wrapping around your waist as he laid his head against you. You smiled to yourself and used your unoccupied hand to hold him snug against you, his arms tightening as though he was scared that you would try to move away like last time.

“I don’t know what you just said, but I heard love so same.” You laughed when he leaned back and shook his head, large hands lifting up and cupping your face softly before he was moving upwards and running them across your scalp until they met at the back of your head. He moved his fingers back and forth and you watched his eyes follow the movement of your slightly frizzy braid out bouncing up and down all over the place, your head being pulled towards him before his lips met yours softly.

“Wanna work on them kids now?” He mumbled against your lips and you watched his eyes squint as he smiled.

“So now it’s kids?”

“My shit’s potent chica.”

translations (curtesy of google translate)

hermano - brother

mi corazón late por ti - my heart beats for you

y mi amor por ti, esta mierda es real - and my love for you, this shit’s real.

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seriefic · 4 years

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Upcoming updates

Oscar Diaz (Spooky):

-Yo perreo sola

- Loneliness is over pt 2

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Sad eyes (Oscar as Brother):

-When the party is over

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I have many stories in my head and I am writing and organizing them little by little, so far this is what I will be publishing the next few days, 2/4 are based on songs so if you know them you may be able to guess the plot.

Let me know which one you are most excited about and which title catches your attention the most, I accept questions, criticisms and ideas.

#OMB #On my block #Oscar Diaz #Spooky #Sadeyes #Sad eyes #Fic #scenario #fluff #angst #story time #fanfic #Oscar x reader #Oscar diaz x reader #Sad eyes x reader

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marwritesgood · 5 years

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Lifeline | O. Diaz

Pairing : Oscar x Martinez!Reader

Timeframe : Pre-Season Two

Summary : When lives are on the line, relationships are placed in jeopardy.

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A/N: Season Two of On My Block was everything I never knew I needed.

However, I couldn’t resist writing about the time straight after Olivia’s quince. it should be noted that this is a little different from “911″ and is a lot more angsty.

Definitely gonna write some pics about Season 2 because I am so emotionally invested right now.

I hated the hospital.

From my experience, nothing good ever came out of it. At least not the one in Freeridge. I used to do everything I could to avoid going there, even if I was the one who needed help. That’s how much I deposed simply being inside of one.

However, when the paramedics arrived at my house and carried my baby brother away, I didn’t think twice about grabbing my dad’s keys and following the ambulance all the way to the hospital, where I stayed inside and waited. And waited.

And waited for my brother to wake up.

“He’s in surgery, mija,” my dad explained to me, after him and my mom spoke to the doctor overlooking Ruby’s situation. “... They don’t know how long it’ll be, so if you want, you can go home and we’ll call you as soon as-”

“I’ll wait here,” I insisted.

“Okay,” he replied softly.

There was a brief moment of silence. Not the peaceful sort, but rather the eerie kind. Then the elevator bell rang, and the doors opened.

And then he walked out.

“Y/n... Mr and Mrs Martinez...”

My father pursed his lips, before turning around and walking off in the opposite direction. My mother, on the other hand, headed right towards the teenage boy.

“The nerve you have, Cesar,” she muttered as she got closer. “The nerve you have to show your face to me... After what just happened to my son.”

“Mamí,” I cried, linking my arm around hers in an attempt to pull her back from getting any closer to Cesar. She had a right to be angry. I was angry too. But I knew Ruby wouldn't have wanted us to react like this.

“Mrs Martinez, I’m so sorry...”

“Sorry?!” My mother stopped and began sinking in my arms. “My son’s life might be over because of your shit, and all you can say is your sorry?!”

My father ran back and took pulled my mother into his arms. As she her muffled wails echoed throughout the corridor of the hospital ward, I pulled Cesar back into the elevator he came in from.

“Y/n...” he cried, stepping towards me, only for me to take another one away from him.

It was natural for Cesar to assume I would comfort him. I has been dating his brother since before he even got to middle school, so I had essentially adopted the role of his older sister. However this situation was vastly different.

Because I was Ruby’s actual sister. And it was his life on the line.

“Don’t... Just don’t, Cesar,” I said, my voice trembling.

How do I deal with the fact that my little brother might die? How do I deal with the fact that my boyfriend and his little brother played a significant role in all of it happening? These are not questions anyone should have to answer.

But I had to.

“You shouldn’t have come here in the first place, so...” It hurt me so much to push Cesar away, but the thought of losing Ruby hurt more, and the fact that Cesar played a role in it clouded my judgement far more than I wanted. “- So when we get to the first floor, you’re gonna get out and you’re gonna go home and you’re not gonna come back... not for a little while at least, okay?”

He nodded and stared at his feet.

Then, when the elevator doors opened, he walked right out, just as I told him to. And he didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after that.

*********

“Ma...” I whimpered, gently placing my hands on the shoulders of my mother, who had been sat by Ruby’s bedside staring at him as though in a catatonic state. “Mamí, please... I think you should go home... just for a little bit.”

“No,” she replied, shaking her head profusely, tears welling up again in her eyes. “I’m not leaving him, mija... I’m not gonna let anything happen to him again.”

“Ma...” I repeated, bobbing down and looking up at her. This time, I am the one with tears welling up in my eyes. “Please. I’ll stay with Ruby. Just go home and rest... Please, mamí... for me?”

It wasn’t until my voice cracked on the last word I spoke that my mom finally turned to face me. She didn't to say anything. She just lifted her hand to my cheek and cupped my face softly before nodding.

“Call me if anything changes, Y/n... Anything.”

“I will,” I answered, nodding.

Once she left, I sat on the seat she had spent nearly three days in a row sitting on. After the door closed behind her, the reality of the entire situation began to sink into me.

This was really happening.

My baby brother, the same dude I called an idiot four days ago, was fighting for his life. And there was a likely chance that he might not win.

“Knock knock.”

I jumped and my head shot straight up to where the door was, and standing there, with a small stuffed teddy bear was my boyfriend: Spooky.

He walks in and places the stuffed animal beside the pile of gifts left by Ruby’s other visitors. I sit up straight, rest my elbows on the edge of RUby’s head and place my head in my hands. Spooky pulls a chair up next to me and takes a seat.

“Baby,” he whispered, placing one hand on the back of my chair and the other on my forearm. I din’t need to turn my head to know he was facing me, eyes staring intently at me. “You haven’t spoken to me since any of this happened. Haven’t texted back. Haven’t answered your phone-”

“- And you thought just showing up here was the right way to respond?” I fired back, putting hands down so I could look at him. Normally he would fire something back. Do something to retaliate against my hostility, but instead, his expression fell and, with that, he sighed softly before talking.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he explained softly.

“Of course I’m not, Spooky,” I cried. “Olivia’s probably not gonna make. Ruby’s in critical condition. My mom is beside herself, and I feel so useless... and powerless... because my baby brother has to fight to survive, and there’s nothing I can do but wait and pray that he’s gonna wake up.”

“I know, baby,” he replies. I knew he was only trying to be empathetic, but everything he was saying and doing just rubbed in all the wrong directions.

“Do you?” I questioned him, my voice growing slightly louder with each syllable. “Do you actually, Spooky, because Cesar’s the one who got out of that situation without a scratch on his skin and Ruby’s the one with a bullet wound in his chest.”

“What are you saying, Y/n?”

“I’m saying it’s fucking bullshit,” I shouted. “None of this would have happened if Cesar hadn’t lied about not killing Latrelle, None of this would have happened if you had just done the job yourself instead of turning it into homesick teaching moment.”

“Hey, that is not fair,” he shouted back, standing up from his seat at the same moment I did. “C’mon you know it’s more complicated then that.”

“This is yours and Cesar’s fault,” I said, with tears streaming down my cheeks and a voice that no longer sustained stability. Oscar’s breath hitched, because I was not the type of person to be so blunt, or to be so overcome with emotions.

“... But Ruby’s the one who got hurt, and that is not fair. Why do you get your little brother, and I might have to lose mine? How in the world is that fair?”

I didn’t realise what I was saying until I said it, but that was how I truly felt. Ruby didn’t deserve to get caught in the crossfire of something he had no involvement in. But he did. And now he may pay the ultimate price for it.

“Baby...”

His voice went back to it’s initial state of softness. He took a step towards me, and reached his hand out to pull me in. Before he does do, I stop him.

“Go,” I muttered, shaking my head and taking a step back. “Just go, Oscar... I just... I need a break. I need to just focus on Ruby right now, and on my family.”

“Okay,” he nodded. Only he was no longer looking me in the eye. “I’ll call you later then? Maybe later this week?”

I shook my head.

“I think we should take a break too... For a while.”

He finally turned back to me, only this time his eyebrows were furrowed and half of his mouth twitched upwards. I had never seen him get this upset. Not in all my years of knowing him.

“What?” He didn’t want to believe I said what I said. But I did. “C’mon, baby... You don’t mean that. C’mon...”

My breath hitched, as I turned to my hands and then turned back up at him. It was clear what I needed to do. As much as it broke my heart, I knew it was the right thing. The only thing.

“Go home, Spooky.”

***********

Ruby had woken up a week ago.

He had to remain in hospital so the doctors could run a few more tests and keep him monitored at all times. Olivia, on the other hand, was still fighting for her life.

“I’ll go ask the nurse for more bandages,” my mother said, before placing Ruby’s right arm back down beside him. “Mija, stay with your brother.”

“Okay,” I answered, before sitting beside him after she left the room.

“So... You broke up with Spooky didn't you?”

I sighed. Everyone else in the house hadn’t brought him up. It was as though avoiding discussing anyone from the Diaz family or the Santos was an unspoken rule in our family. One that Ruby didn’t want to abide by.

“Yeah,” I exhaled heavily. I didn’t want to talk about it, but maybe I needed to.

“It wasn’t because of me was it?”

Ruby had the biggest heart I knew. The last thing I wanted was for him to have to think that he caused any issues for something he had no control over.

“We broke up... because of a lot of reasons,” I explained, before quickly realising that he could see right through me. Ruby turned to face down, but I quickly lifted his chin back up. “Hey, Ruby... You didn’t do anything to make me break up with him, okay? That was my call.”

He wasn't convinced.

“I’m sorry, mana,” he whispered. He only ever called me that when things were bad. I though that, when he woke up, things were finally gonna be good again.

“Ruby, listen to me,” I cried, placing both my hands on opposite sides of his face. When he finally locked eyes with mine, I smiled, even through my tears. “You got really hurt by happened. All you need to worry about is healing. You don’t need to carry anymore guilt, you’re just a kid.”

He was just a kid. Just like Cesar was just a kid. A kid I pushed away for something he had no control over.

“I love you, mana,” Ruby murmured, as he sunk back into his bed, a small smile appearing on his face: one I hadn’t seen in over a week.

“I love you too,” I replied, as I ran my hand through his hair, the same way I did when was the same size at the twins.

Just as I was about to smile back at Ruby, my mother came back. Only she had no bandages in her hands and tears streaming down her face. It was strange how a nice moment could turn sour so quickly.

“Ma,” I began, standing up from the seat, so that she could sit down. She looked like she needed to far more than I did.

“It’s Olivia,” she whispered, as she sat down beside Ruby, who was now sitting up straight. Before she continued she held his hand squeezed tightly, which we both knew was a indicative of bad news. “She.... She passed away... just a few minutes ago.”

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I didn’t know where I was going, or why my immediate response was to leave the hospital, but I couldn’t keep myself from moving. This is why I hated hospitals. This is why I dreaded entering them. It seemed as though every time I entered one, someone I cared about gets hurt.

I continued down the street that headed towards my block, which is where I finally realised where I was heading and why my feet reacted before any other part of my body.

He was standing at the hood of his car, and when he heard my footsteps approaching him, he turned around and pointed his gun towards my head: something that became a reflex to him since becoming a Santos.

I raise my hands in surrender position, but let out an audible sob involuntarily. He instantly puts his gun down.

“I’m sorry,” I began, my voice cracking on the very first and second syllable. “I shouldn't have blamed you or Cesar... I shouldn't have said what I said.”

Losing Olivia made me realise how precious time was. It made me realise how important it is to tell the people you love that you love them, because a nice moment can turn sour so so quickly.

“What happened?”

There is a small distance between us. Spooky stands and looks at me as though he is unsure whether or not he should close the gap.

“She didn’t make it,” I explained, a split second before sobbing uncontrollably. Without saying a word, he pulls me into his arms and lets me cry into his chest until I calm myself down.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he says softly, caressing the back of my head gently.

We had our arguments and our falling outs. We had our disagreements and our own siblings to protect. However, at the end of the day, the thing I always knew I could count was that if the tides changed and everything that was good in my life turned to custard, he would be right there to keep me from falling down.

He was, in many ways, the lifeline I could always count on.

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biisexualemma · 4 years

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family first. oscar diaz

word count: 1795

warnings: no

requested: "can I please ask for an Oscar Diaz imagine where he's in love with Jasmine cousin? and Jasmine is...Jasmine😂I adore her"

plot: you’re dating oscar in secret

a/n: hello it’s been a while but i’ve been back at work and i’ve been super uninspired when it comes to writing for oscar lately so sorry about the lack of content oop i am workinf my way through peoples requests i promise i’m just taking my time hehe. anyway. here you go, thank you for requesting! love you guys and hope everyone is well 🤍

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"'sup mami," you crossed your arms over your chest as you walked up the path to his house. you tried to ignore the stares from the group of boys sitting around holding their dicks. instead, you looked at oscar only, paying no attention to his friends. "can't stay away?"

"is my cousin here?" you asked, ignoring his comment.

oscar was sat on one of the steps leading up to the house, his eyes hadn't moved from you since he saw you walking up the street. he wore a smirk, he always did when you were around, he couldn't help it.

"come 'ere and i'll tell you," he patted his lap. you gritted your teeth. he was such an asshole around his friends but you were getting used to it. it didn't phase you as much now because you knew what he was really like. this was just an act. didn't mean it didn't piss you off.

oscar was a nice guy. you'd been seeing him for months now and it was good. it was secret and private and good. the only other person who knew was jasmine, and that was because she couldn't mind her own business if her life depended on it. she wasn't thrilled to find out you were dating the head of los santos, but you were sure she'd come around once she really got to know him.

"is jasmine here?" you repeated. you tried hard to say it without any of the attitude, but the feminist in you was screaming at you to put him in his place.

he hissed. "watch your tone, mami," the other santos members sneered, watching with amusement. you wanted to slap the smirk off of all their faces. he was pushing his luck.

before you could rage at him, he cut you off. "she's not here, mami," you hated him teasing you like this. you rolled your eyes muttering a exasperated thanks before turning to walk away. was it so hard for him to just tell you that in the first place.

as you turned though you felt a hand slap your ass. before you could register, you turned back around and smacked oscar across the face. he raised his eyebrow, tilting his head up to look at you. he was taken aback. but you were stern. he knew he was gonna get a mouthful from you later.

"asshole," you mumbled, turning your back on him and his friends so you could continue your search for your cousin.

"damn, i don't know how anyone could put up with her— she's loca," one of the santos sneered but you were already walking away and out of earshot. oscar, on the other hand, slapped him over the head.

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please don't be jasmine. please don't be jasmine—

"oh hell no," oscar rolled his eyes when jasmine answered the door, instead of you. he sighed, looking at her pleadingly, ready to make his case but she shook her head. "you might as well leave now, spooky. if that's even your real name."

he gave a quick look of confusion. she really was something else. he knew where you got your crazy from. "are you still mad 'cause i said i'd kill you after i smashed you? 'cause that was a game."

"no," she folded she arms across her chest. "but that was pretty rude," she raised her eyebrows, placing her hand on the doorframe, stressing that she was not letting him in any time soon.

"it was a stupid game," jasmine was having none of it. "come on, just let me see her—" he pleaded with her, but she quickly cut him off.

"uh-uh. she doesn't wanna see your sorry ass," she quirked one eyebrow, letting out a humph. jasmine never really liked oscar. she thought he was hot, of course everyone did, but he was an asshole. a real asshole. and in her eyes he would never be good enough for you. she was fiercely protective over her family and friends. when you told her how he'd treated you earlier, she vowed he wouldn't be stepping foot in this house again. you thought she was being dramatic, but clearly, she was deadly serious. jasmine let a lot of things slide, but the objectification of women wasn't one of them.

"i think she does— ask her," he was pushing it. but he needed to see you. he didn't wanna leave things the way they were earlier.

"i asked, she's over it and you."

oscar knew she was lying. he was used to jasmine's overdramatic and protective nature by now. but deep down he wanted jasmine to like him, just because her opinion meant so much to you. you and jasmine were really close growing up, and even closer now you'd been living with her for the past year. but she really made it hard to be nice to her sometimes.

"come on—"

"go home, pendejo," she slammed the door in his face.

you looked up from your book, seeing oscar at your window, knocking quietly. you clenched your jaw, you were still pretty pissed at him. part of you wanted to leave him out there in the cold, but instead you went over and shoved the window open so he could climb in.

"forgiven me yet?" he followed you to where you were you'd climbed back onto your bed, he stood in front of you. he nudged your knees apart, placing himself in between your legs. "'cause jasmine hasn't," he rested his hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. oscar often touched you like this, just to have some sort of physical contact. even when you were mad at him.

you frowned as you tilted your head upwards to look at him. "you're an asshole," you mumbled. oscar couldn't help but smile. you were pretty hot when you were mad at him.

"yeah, you said," he teased. he moved his hands to either side of your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. he couldn't help being in awe of you all the time. i mean, he thought you were hot before, but now that he knew you, you were even more.

but you just frowned, pushing his hands away from your face. "sorry," he mumbled. "i'm really sorry, nena— promise."

he still stood between your legs, his arms back resting on your shoulders. your head was resting against his stomach. you mumbled. "do you know how annoying you are?"

"you slapped me mami, so, yeah, i have an idea," he wore a small smirk.

you rolled your eyes, moving your hands to his stomach and pushing him away. "you deserved it," your frown deepened.

"i know," he agreed. "sorry," he repeated. he wore an expression on his face that made you soften a little. he really knew how to make you melt when you were alone. you wished he would just treat you like this all time.

you sighed. "you're lucky i like you so much."

he chuckled, moving closer to you and wrapping his arms around you tightly, squeezing you.

"yeah," he laughed quietly. "i know i'm lucky."

"damn right, you are."

"hey y/n— oscar came over—" oscars eyes widened, instinctively moving away from you. "oh my god are you kidding me?" he was caught sneaking into her house after she specifically told him to get lost. he was definitely not going to get on jasmines good side this way.

"jas— calm down ok—"

"i just wanted to talk to her," oscar pleaded. he turned to mush when it came to you. he had to ignore jasmines orders so he could apologise properly to you. "alright? so chill."

"chill?" she raised her eyebrows. oscar gulped. he really knew how to put his foot in it. "i'm a junior officer in training— this is breaking and entering— i could have your ass arrested— again."

"jasmine!" you stopped her from going any further. you choked out a laugh, you couldn't believe she was acting like this. she had her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes piercing into oscars, who desperately tried to look anywhere but at jasmine. "i love you, but please give a rest!"

oscar let out a quiet snort. jasmine let out a humph, squinting her eyes at oscar who looked away. "i've got eyes everywhere," she warned, before listening to you for once and leaving you two alone again.

"sorry," you mumbled, laughing slightly. "she's a little intense— i mean you know— you've dealt with her first hand," you shook your head. "she means well," you tried to justify her actions. she was just being protective.

"i get it," and he did, he was protective of you too. he knew jasmine was trying to keep you safe, but so was oscar. the sooner she realised that, the better.

you hummed, almost content. "what?" oscar nudged your side. you shrugged your shoulders.

you sighed. "you think this is a good idea?" you didn't like to admit it but you didn't know if you could deal with everything that came with being oscar's girlfriend, out in the open.

oscar's hands rested on your hips, tugging you closer to him. "positive," he pressed a kiss to your forehead. you eased into him, letting him hold you for a little while. he could feel you overthinking. he sighed. "stop it."

"i can't help it," you looked up at him, his arms still tightly wrapped around you. you wore a slight frown as you thought it over. "i just don't know how people will react.”

"who cares," he shrugged. "they deal with it or they don't. not my problem."

"i guess," you hummed.

"stop overthinking," he nudged you. you sighed again. "you like me?"

"yeah," you nodded.

"ok," he shrugged. his hands moved to your face, forcing you to look up at him when your eyes kept wandering. "i like you too, think about that. not about what other people think of it."

your expression relaxed. you knew he was right. you just had to let go of what other people thought of you. you'd drive yourself crazy thinking up every possible scenario. you just had to focus on your relationship, and not let what other people think affect you.

"ok," you tiptoed, kissing his lips quickly and softly. "you're right. maybe we should stop hiding."

"finally," he wore a smirk on his lips. "everyone will know you're mine."

you laughed, softly. oscar leaned down and kissed you again, you smiled into the kiss. having to pull away to catch your breath. "at least girls will stop hitting on you in front of me now," you smiled, looking at the up side. "or, i can put them in their place if they do."

"that's my girl."

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snarkwrites · 4 years

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-- about my writing --

I’m currently taking requests / asks for headcanons [ can be either NSFW or just in general or a specific idea ] or fluff/filth Alphabet letters. These are the only requests I plan on taking. If you send me prompts / one shot ideas.. I won’t do them, sorry.

To see what the questions are for the fluff / filth alphabet, see [this post]

[ To my thots anon whomst I love with every cell in my body... Your thots are all going to fall under NSFW headcanons so please.. By all means.. Feel free to send me all the thots you want because I really really really really really enjoy writing them!!! Also, you can find the thots you’ve sent me on my nsfw masterlist, they’re not going anywhere. They were so good I had to add them to a masterlist somehow, I couldn’t resist. At everyone else out there, the same applies to you guys.]

So.. Here’s the thing.. I’ve decided that I’m going to be taking 3 kinds of requests. Those are as follows: Headcanons { filthy, fluffy or themed specifically at your choosing }, fluffy alphabet and filthy alphabet letters. These are the only kinds of request I answer so don’t send me prompts / one shot requests or ideas unless I specifically say otherwise.

Bearing the above in mind, I have some guidelines.

I’m only accepting headcanons (nsfw / fluff / specific theme &/or reader), fluffy or filthy alphabet letters. If you send me one shot ideas or prompts, I’m going to delete them because I don’t do one-shots.

One character per ask. I don’t care how many asks you send. But I ask that you only send one character per ask because that makes things a lot more simple for me.

You can send up to 4 letters in each ask if you’re asking for either version of the alphabet. Be sure to let me know whether you want filth or fluff or a mix of both. IE, you could send me something like this; character name - a, b {filth} & j v {fluff}. I’m not saying your ask has to look exactly like this but it does need to clearly state which version you’re asking for. The format I just did above was just the easiest way that came to mind for me.

The more precise you are with the headcanon requests you send, the better I can tailor them to you. If you just want an overall NSFW headcanon or overall fluff, that’s totally fine. But if you want a specific scenario ( friends to lovers, date night, weddings, the sky is the limit here) you need to tell me that. The same goes for if you want a specific reader (POC, plus size, sick, shy, virgin, imprint, etc) then I need to know that. It’s like I said.. The more specifics you give me, that’s more I have to work from.

As far as headcanons go, the things I won’t write are rape, incest / huge age gaps between reader / character. I’ll only write abuse if someone is getting their just desserts at the hands of character on readers behalf. Any asks containing rape / incest / huge age gaps are going to be deleted.

All asks must come to my inbox. I don’t take requests through DM or in comments on a post. If it helps, my anon is on, so you can request to your hearts content.

If the ask box is closed, this means I’m currently not taking headcanon or fluff/filth alphabet requests. This will also be noted on my blog bio and possibly a post stating why/for how long. Anything sent in after the ask box is closed will either be gotten to the next go around or it’ll be deleted, depending on the situation.

First of all... My content is meant strictly for adults. I do write some things that people underage can safely read, but that is not always the case. I realize that I can’t stop minors from reading my work, but I can tell you outright that I’d rather you skip over it if you’re underage and it clearly states that it’s not written for anyone underage. Again.. I can’t do anything to stop minors from reading my NSFW content beyond just choosing never to post writing on the internet. And I don’t plan on stopping, so.. yeah.

I put warnings on everything. Reading those will definitely save you time and upset. If you keep reading something I’ve written and it upsets you in any way, I’m sorry but I can’t help. I warned you. You chose to take the risk -and most likely, you chose to skip the warning I gave before the post even started... It’s strictly on you now. It’s out of my hands. Any complaints or things of that nature are gonna be laughed at and deleted out of my inbox because I’m not here to argue or censor myself. I’m not your parents, just a peer. If you as a minor choose to look at me, an adult adjacent person, as an authority figure of any sort... First of all, why? Ya’ll.. no.. please don’t. I’m a hot mess, okay? To look at me like any trust worthy authority figure is... A huge error on your own part. Secondly, please don’t. I’m here to enjoy my favorite fandoms / post content for them. I’m not here to please people / censor myself and my content to make everyone else happy... Let me repeat. I put warnings on everything I post. If you keep reading and you read something you’re not supposed to this is now solely your own problem. Sorry, I guess?

I’ve seen other adults saying that they block minors on here. While I’m not gonna do that.. I will not tag minors in my NSFW content knowingly. If I find out you’re a minor and I’m posting something NSFW for a fandom you’ve asked to be tagged in, I will not be tagging you. Sorry. As much as I say I’m not here to parent you and I’m just your peer and you need to think of me like that instead, I’m also not willing to risk anything, either. I’m truly sorry in advance.

While I’m talking about tagging people / my taglist...If you want me to tag you in my writing, you need to be on my taglist. The taglist can be found [ here ] or you can dm / send an ask telling me you want to be added and I will be more than happy to do so. Don’t be afraid to ask me. I don’t mind at all!

Every now and then, I’ll tag my friends in things I write. If I tag you in something and you don’t want me to, let me know. I won’t do it anymore. I’m not here to overwhelm or annoy anyone and I don’t want to come off as pushy, either. SO.. if you’re getting tagged or whatever and you want me to stop tagging you, all you have to do is let me know.

If you’re not on my tag list (or I don’t know you well enough to know whether you’d potentially want to read something) I will not be tagging you. If you’re a minor and I know for sure/think you are and it’s smut, I will definitely not be tagging you.

Content I’m not willing to write or you probably won’t find here: Incest and Rape. Those are my hard no’s. Just the thought of writing something like that makes me feel gross. I’m also not going to be writing huge age gaps in romantic stories either. (the closest I’ll come is like.. 18/19 and up to 24...) I mean absolutely no offense against people who can and do write things like this, I just can’t?

American Horror Story; tate langdon, ben harmon, kit walker, kyle, dandy mott, jimmy darling, james patrick march, michael langdon, xavier plympton and night stalker.

Arrowverse; oliver queen, john diggle, slade wilson/deathstsroke, barry allen, cisco ramon, ray palmer, mick rory.

Bands / Celebrities; ask before sending because I haven’t done many of these and I’m still adjusting… Off the top of my head I’ve written for / feel comfortable with Nick Groff (ghost adventures), Jon Bernthal.. There are lots of others but alas, I’d stretch this out so badly if I added too many more names.

Boondock Saints movie; Connor Macmanus Murphy Macmanus & Rocco.

Breakfast Club movie; John Bender.

Castle Rock tv series; Dennis Zalewski, The Kid.

Criminal Minds; Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Hotch, Tobias Hankel & Adam/Amanda.

Crybaby Movie; wade walker.

CSI tv series; Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, Gil Grissom, Tim Speedle, Ryan Wolfe, Eric Delko, Danny Messer, Don Flack, Mack Taylor.

Dazed & Confused movie; Randal Pink Floyd, Mike Newhouse, Ron Slater, Fred O’Bannion and Kevin Pickford.

DC Cinematic; Digger Harkness.

Detroit Rock City movie; Tripp, Lex, Hawk and Jam.

Fast & The Furious series; Dom Toretto, Han.

Four Brothers movie; Angel, Jack or Bobby Mercer

Friday Night Lights tv series; Tim Riggins, ,Matt Saracen, Landry Clarke, Bobby Riggins, Vince.

General Hospital tv series; Sonny Corinthos, Jason Morgan, Johnny Zacarra, Dante Falconeri, several other of the guys on here…

Ghostbusters 80′s version movie; Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler , Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore.

Gotham tv series; Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, Joker, Riddler.

Harry Potter movies; Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom.

Horror movies various; Billy Loomis/Scream, Charlie Walker/Scre4m, Wade/ House of Wax, Tom Hanninger/My Bloody Valentine + others. Trust me, there are... So many others. I just didn’t have the brain power to think of them all at the moment.

Law & Order tv series; Barba, Carisi, Stabler.

Lucifer tv series; Lucifer Morningstar.

Luke Cage; Luke Cage, Shades Alvarez.

Marvel Cinematic; Bruce Banner/hulk, Captain america/steve rogers, bucky barnes/winter soldier, eric killmonger, hawkeye/clintbarton, thor, loki, pietro maximoff, venom/eddie brock, starlord/peter quill, ironman/tony stark, wolverine.. I’m a marvel ho.

Mayans MC tv series; Angel Reyes and Ez Reyes.

NCIS tv series; Anthony Dinozzo, Timothy McGee, Marty Deeks, Greg Callen.

On My Block tv series; Spooky Diaz.

Punisher tv series; Billy Russo, Frank Castle.

Riverdale tv series; Jughead Jones, FP Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweetpea, Archie Andrews.

Shameless tv series; Lip Gallagher.

Sons of Anarchy tv series; Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Clay Morrow, Juice Ortiz, Opie Winston.

Stranger Things tv series; Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Jim Hopper.

Star Wars movie series; Han Solo, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Poe Dameron, Finn.

Supernatural tv series; Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Benny Lafitte, Kevin Tran.

Teen Wolf tv series; Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Derek Hale.

The Crow movie series; Eric Draven and Jimmy Quervo/Wicked Prayer.

The Lost Boys movie series; Edgar Frog, Allen Frog, David, Michael Emmerson, Sam Emmerson.

The Outsiders book/movie; Two Bit Matthews, Dally Winston, Darry Curtis, Soda Pop Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle.

The Walking Dead tv series; Daryl Dixon, Shane walsh, Rick Grimes, Negan, Glenn Rhee.

The Vampire Diaries tv series; Klaus Mikaelson, Kai Parker, Kol Mikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert, Damon Salvatore.

Twelve Rounds 3 movie; Detective John Shaw.

Twilight movies/books; Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Embry Call.

I’m gonna be honest here. I post on my own time, at my own pace. Some days I post constantly, sometimes it’s days or even weeks, and occasionally, a month before I post anything. So.. Now ya know.

If I’m not on and posting, odds are I’m busy, taking a break or whatever. But I’ll come back! I always do.

Basically, what I’m saying here is I have no set posting schedule. At all. I post what I want when I’m in the mood to do so. Just something to keep in mind when you’re asking for headcanons / nsfw alphabet letters with characters.

#about the writer #psa #multifandom writer #multifandom about page

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spookysprincesa · 5 years

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Only Yours (Oscar Diaz x reader) Part 1/2

Request: A smut of Spooky getting jealous and showing you who you belong to? If you choose to write it, thanks sis!

Word Count: 2k. And there’s more to come.

Warnings: smut.

A/N: This imagine kinda escalated because I enjoyed writing it a little too much. Therefore, I divided it up into two parts. Part 2 should be up by Saturday. Enjoy.

Masterlist

I didn’t see a problem in having dinner with a fellow student whom I had helped out with a project at college. It was his way of saying thank you, and obviously I didn’t mind, being taken out for dinner wasn’t something I’d turn down.

Unfortunately, I knew someone who would mind.

Coming back home to our shared place, I was already thinking through some scenarios that might take place as soon as I would enter the house.

The living-room and kitchen were empty, so I supposed Oscar was already in our bedroom, watching TV or Netflix. I slipped out of my shoes and cautiously opened the bedroom door to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone in hand. He didn’t look up when I came in. Uh oh.

„So how was dinner?“ Oscar asked sternly, and instantly my breathing quickened. I hadn’t exactly told Oscar with whom I would go out for dinner.

I carefully placed my bag beside the drawer and studied his expression. “It was nice.”

“What was your mate’s name again?” Oscar rose from the bed, taking a step towards me. Every time he approached me like this, it was out of anger or, more often, horniness. This time though, the latter obviously wasn’t the case.

I gulped, considering telling him the truth, which would lead to a lot more questions. Lying would probably make no sense, because I had the strange feeling he already knew.

“Well?”

“Antonio.”

Oscar’s eyes darkened, if possible, and he ran a hand over his shaved head.

“And what exactly did you do with that cabron?”

I frowned, “we had dinner, Os.”

“You had dinner?” He repeated, his voice low, “don’t take me for an idiot, mujer. I had one of the homies to look out for you and to them it didn’t look like just dinner.”

My mouth went agape. “You’ve been spying on me?”

“No. I did that for your protection.”

I scoffed, turning away from him slightly. “Are you serious?”

Oscar took another step closer until our chests were touching. “You’re not going anywhere with that guy again. Understood?”

“Please, baby, will you just calm down?” I rose my hands in defence, placing one of them on his cheek. Oscar flinched at the skin contact and brushed my hand away.

“I ain’t gonna calm down. Promise me you won’t see him again.”

It was my turn to take a step back now. “If you’re being like this, I’m gonna leave.”

Grabbing my bag, I turned to reach for the door handle, yet Oscar was too fast. He grabbed both my hands, snatched my bag off my arm and pushed me against the door.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Excuse me?” I had problems to even get the words out with his hard body nearly crushing mine against the solid wood. Oscar firmly held my hands above my head as his face inched closer to mine until I felt his breath on my lips. My pulse increased.

“On the bed.” He demanded roughly, letting go of my hands.

“What?” I frowned, trying to compensate what was going to happen.

“I ain’t gonna say it again, mujer.”

Frowning, I sat down on the edge of the bed while Oscar opened one of his drawers.

“Lay down.”

Not brave enough to talk back, I obliged. Oh God. I lay down in the middle of his bed, trying my very best to relax at the smell of his bed sheets, the smell of him.

Before I knew what he was doing, my right hand was tied to the bedpost with a handcuff, a fucking police handcuff! Not the furry plastic ones you buy on amazon, no, a proper one!

“What are you doing?” I gasped as Oscar walked around the bed to tie up my left hand.

“You see, mi amor, you don’t seem to understand who you belong to. So I’m going to show you.”

My mouth opened and closed like a fish at his softly spoken words. I moved upwards on the bed slightly, to reduce the stinging sensation on my wrists from the cuffs.

Oscar now stood at the end of the bed, looking me directly in the eyes. His were dark and filled with lust, yet I even noticed a hint of remaining anger in them.

This was hot. Fucking hot.

He watched as my chest rose and fell with every breath in the floral dress I was wearing. “All dressed up for another man, huh?”

Oscar reached behind him to grab something which soon enough turned out to be scissors. Oh Lord, I was in real trouble.

He crept onto the bed until he was kneeling between my legs, running one warm hand of his upwards from my ankle until he reached my thigh.

“Who’s the only person you should be dressing up for, hm?” The cold material of the scissors softly drew patterns on my cleavage, dangerously close to my neck.

I gulped. “You, Daddy.”

Oscar smiled at my words. “That’s right, princesa.”

Slowly, starting at the top, he cut the dress open all the way to the bottom, furiously ripping it off me in the process so I was laying in front of him in only my underwear. Shame, I liked that dress.

Once he had gotten rid of my dress, he quietly looked down at me again. His eyes travelled from my thighs up to my face as if he was considering what to do to me. Or, more precisely, where to begin.

I was, most probably, already soaking and longing for his touch, for his soft lips to be pressed against mine, for his fingers to dig into my skin.

“What are you gonna do to me, Daddy?” I bit my lip and noticed how Oscar clenched his fists at my words, obviously struggling to not take me right now. He crawled on top of me, his body hovering above me without any skin contact at all. Yet his face was close enough to mine that I could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks. My lips were slightly parted, more than ready to finally welcome his. Oscar’s lust filled eyes bored into mine and our lips were almost touching. He licked his bottom lip seductively, knowing it was driving me insane, and just as I thought he was eventually going to kiss me, he pulled away.

Dickhead.

I groaned in disappointment, causing him to chuckle. “Yeah, that’s what you get, Mami.”

Oscar pulled at the hem of his wife beater and slowly pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless. I admired the sight of his bare, muscled chest, licking my lips. Looking down, I couldn’t help but smirk at the prominent bulge in his trousers.

“You want me to touch you?” Oscar asked huskily, using the fingertips of his hands to sneak them up my inner thighs. Every touch left a tingling sensation which ran right to my core.

I nodded frantically. “Please.”

“You’re gonna have to be a good girl, though,” he smirked, ever so lightly running his fingers further north until his broad hands rested at the top of my thighs where they meet my bum. His thumbs brushed against my folds on top of my panties while his hands spread my legs further apart.

“I will, Daddy, I promise.”

Sadly, his hands left their spot and travelled upwards until they reached my still covered breasts. Oscar leant forward, causing his clothed erection to press against my aching centre. I squirmed at the sensation, the material of his rough shorts rubbing against me. Oscar moved his hips to intentionally cause the friction and I bucked mine forward to increase it. With his hands, he stopped me from doing so and kept me still.

“Oh, come on,” I muttered, throwing my head back into the pillows. Oscar’s hands slid back up to lower the cups of my bra, making me gasp when his warm, slick tongue began swirling around my nipples one by one. I couldn’t help but moan softly while my eyes fluttered shut.

“You like that?” Oscar looked up at me, a naughty grin plastered on his features.

“You know I do, Daddy,” I sighed, absolutely immersed in bliss already. And he hadn’t even started properly yet. My body was always so responsive to his touch, the slightest movement sending me to heaven.

“Please Daddy,” I gasped when his hand slid in between my legs, his tongue still working it’s magic on my nipples, “please let me show you that I can be a good girl for you.”

By saying this I was trying to regain some action, some control, but it was no use.

“You can do that by cumming into my mouth, Mamita.”

Well, fuck.

“But you gotta be patient. Can you do that?”

I nodded determinedly.

“Good.”

Oscar went back to his original spot between my legs, kneeling to take in the overall view. My nipples were hard and glistening with his saliva, my panties probably soaked through with my arousal.

Smirking, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down tantalizingly slowly until I was completely bare.

“Fuck, so damn fine,” he muttered under his breath, creeping closer to my awaiting centre. He gently parted my folds with his thumbs, taking another good look. My heart was about to burst out of my chest from anticipation and I bit my lip from not saying anything I might regret.

Oscar licked his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the spot just above my clit. His thumbs dove into my folds, spreading the wetness to every inch they could reach. Well, every spot but one.

Eventually, after spoiling me with gentle strokes and caressed for what seemed like an eternity, Oscar’s thumb brushed over my clit. I naturally squirmed, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“You know I love the sounds you make, don’t stop.” He grinned, eyes locked on mine as he continued flicking his fingertip over the swollen nub. With every touch my moans got louder until I was fairly close to my climax.

“Does that feel good, babygirl?” The tips of two of his fingers prodded at my entrance while his thumb was still busy caressing my clit.

“Yes, Daddy. So good,” I moaned out, sucking in a sharp breath when his fingers easily slid inside me.

All I really wanted was for him to use his mouth on me and he knew that. Once he did, I wouldn’t last much longer.

His lips approached my core and I stopped breathing, being so excited about what was going to happen.

“You want my mouth, huh?” Oscar whispered, his breath against me sending jolts of electricity through every nerve and vein.

“Please,” I confirmed.

Not losing eye contact, his puffy lips came closer and closer, but then he stopped, checking my face for a reaction. I threw him a look, full of desperation and badly craving his touch.

With another naughty grin, the tip of his tongue came in contact with my clit, barely touching. My whole body was so tensed up it was exhausting.

Oscar decided to finally have some mercy and completely wrapped his lips around my pearl, nibbling and sucking so he could hear my moans again. He flickered his tongue over it while his thick fingers curled inside me.

“Oh my God,” I breathed out, already feeling the orgasm approach. I’ve experienced many orgasms with Oscar, but this one was different. It came in waves, starting slowly and hitting me with an intensity I had never witnessed. Toes curling, I threw my head back and came all over his fingers and lips.

While I regained my breath, Oscar wiped his mouth clean, caressing my sides with his fingertips to help me come down from my high.

#oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz smut #on my block smut #on my block x reader

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ilikeoneshots · 5 years

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Big News - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

*I don’t know how long he was in prison for so I’m gonna say a little over 6 months because I don’t think it was ever stated in the show*

I was sitting on the couch in my living room when I heard a knock at my door. Being 7 months pregnant it’s kind of a struggle getting up but after a minute I answer the door. Ruby, Monse and Jamal immediately walk in as I open the door.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” I ask as I shut the door.

“Spooky is out,” Monse states quickly. Ruby and Jamal are, of course, panicky and begin rambling but I ignore their nervous chatter.

“What? When?” My eyes wide as I realize I didn’t have the chance to tell him I was pregnant before he got locked up.

“Today, Cesar is over there right now. I think he’s going to come over here soon. What are you going to do?” She asks me as Ruby helps me sit down.

I put my head in my hands as I now start to panic, “I don’t know ‘Se, he has so much going on with the Santos and he probably won’t want this baby... I should have written him. God, I’m so stupid!” I cry in frustration at myself, tears streaming down my face, “He’s probably so pissed at me for not writing him,” I sniffle, Jamal hands me a tissue.

“You have to tell him, granted he’s going to find out when he sees you...”she trails off and sits beside me.

“Maybe he won’t be too pissed because you did take Cesar in when he left. It’s gotta count for something right?” Ruby says as he takes the spot on the other side of me.

I don’t say anything as all the possible scenarios play through my head. Then, as if on que, there’s a heavy knock on the door. Jamal looks at me as I nod for him to open the door.

There he is, standing there in all his intimidating glory. He walks in, not acknowledging the others and looks at me. His eyes widen a bit, not much, in surprise as my belly.

“Guys, it might be time for you to leave. I need to talk to Oscar,” I say softly. They nod and head for the door. They pause for a second before leaving.

“Hey,” I say softly, a weak smile on my face. Oscar doesn’t say anything. He just stares at me before taking a seat on the coffee table in front of me.

“So you got yourself knocked up while I was locked up, eh?” His tone is harsh. The tears come back as I shake my head. I can understand why he thinks that. Being gone for 6 months and come back to your girl being pregnant? It causes doubts.

“No, I found out right after you got taken away,” I whisper, “I couldn’t bring myself to tell you through a letter. I’m so sorry baby,” I cry harder now. I can tell he’s mad, but despite that he hugs me.

“So it’s mine?”he asks after my sobs fade. I nod my head against his shoulder.

“She. It’s a girl, she’s yours,” I mumble into him. I pull away and wipe my face, “I know I fucked up, Oscar. I understand if you don’t want any part in this, I don’t expect you to come home and forgive me after keeping this from you.”

He shakes his head and smiles at me, “Me amor, you��ve been by my side since before I joined the Santos. I fucked up and got locked up. I wish you would have told me, but I get it. Now, we’re going to have a niñita,” he pulls me into a hug again. After a minute he pulls away and hold my face in his hands, “Just don’t hide anything from me anymore.”

I laugh at that, “I swear to you, I’m never making that mistake again,” we sit there for a minute before I feel our little girl kicking, “she’s kicking, so you want to feel?” He grins the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face before as he nods and puts his hand on my belly. At the feeling of his hand on my belly our little girl kicks harder, “It’s like she knows her papi is here,” I laugh.

After that, he moved me into his house. I was a bit nervous because of the Santos activity over there but with the news of a baby on the way Oscar did make some changes. I didn’t ever expect him to leave the Santos because to him they are his family, but he did change some rules. No more gang activity at our house. Our house... it felt funny saying that, but it felt right.

#oscar spooky diaz x reader #spooky x reader #pregnant reader

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13reasonswhyilovezachdempsey · 6 years

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how you would know cesar diaz likes you

warning: none

a/n: another on my block scenario! this time featuring the hottie w a god given body, cesar diaz! hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this!

- lots of touching

- like A LOT OF IT LIKE A LOT A LOT

- but like its small touching, always brushing up against you in the halls, sitting next to you at lunch, e t c !

- always trying to bring you two alone

- showing off his body A LOT TOO

- like pulling those “stretches” but he purposely wore a tight shirt that day to either show off his physic or so it would ride up and everybody could see his abs

- he would introduce you to his friends, and would realllly want to make sure you mesh well with them

- he would also want to see if his friends respect you, their thoughts are the most important to him

- he tells you whatever is on his mind

- his brother would see you two hanging out and always give knowing smirks, slight nods, or a plain wink at cesar bc god knows he tells his brother about you

- he would probably hold your hand a lot too, just out of habit

- he would be constantly asking monse for advice, which would make you assume he’s into her because of their alone time together, but he’s really just trying to win you over

- he’s insecure about his gang life and he doesn’t want to scare you

- bc lil spooky here is an insecure bby that must be protected at all costs

- if he felt that you weren’t returning feelings or taking a hint, he would just come clean and spill his heart and soul to you

- confessing to you two alone,

- and ofc you like him back, well who couldn’t fall for cesar diaz?

#on my block #on my block imagines #cesar diaz #cesar diaz imagine #diego tinoco #diego tinoco imagine

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tamersmile888 · 4 years

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Life Is Strange 2: The Sims 4 Challenge Behind The Sims Lot 4

Sean created the painting for this title card after I decided on the title of this Lot...Thank You Lord for being so wonderful, awesome and brilliant. The joy!

After playing this lot, I am firmly team Sean and June. (Jean? Sune? SJ...? We'll work on it. Many of you may be Team Sean and Lyla or Syla, which sounds pretty impressive and I secretly love it, but shall discuss all of this. And we have much to discuss.

But first, let's talk about my sweet, beautiful baby boy Jagger. I was so nervous when this idea came to me. I didn't want to do it. I wasn't going to do it. I didn't want to do or say something that would disrespect people who are actually deaf. I don't personally know anyone who's deaf, so I had to do research to make sure I was even addressing them the way they'd prefer to be addressed.

I guess it all started with The Walking Dead. Connie and Kelly, and the actresses who play them have become my favorite characters in the show. They're so strong and inspiring. One line that really stuck to me was when Connie signed that being deaf is their superpower. This inspired me to learn ASL . Why not make the effert to communicate with someone who's different than you. I think it's important.

I even got a notification from Square Enix about their mission of making games accessible for all players. I will leave a link to their accessibility website along with other helpful resources I've found at the end of this blog.

I didn't know how to make Jagger communicate because I wanted to be respectful. So, I allowed him to express himself through music.

Sean is obviously showing off for June. Or pretending to take a selfie while checking her out in the camera. It's not weird. It's cute.

I love Jagger and June's bedrooms so much. They are available on the gallery if you want to play around in them. Here Jagger is taking a nap, shoes and all, after a long day of hard school works...

....while June stares out the window, stoic as her puffy unicorn. What do you see June? Could it be? It just might. But we'll get to that later. It's pretty spooky...

Let me introduce you to the School Crew: Clockwise we have Sean of course, then there's Jagger. (He was sitting at the table but then he got up and left. But there is a side story that happened off camera that I'll get into in a sec.) Then...wait for it...It's Cesar Diaz from On My Block! I got him from off the gallery and made a few changes (I'm also doing an On My Block challenge you can look out for if you wanna) and when he and Sean met each other I fangirled so hard. This is a dream come true. Only in the Sims can Sean Diaz and Cesar Diaz become best friends and best men at each other's weddings. I'm just putting it out there. Also, I will overlook the fact that I am just now realizing they have the same last name. Destiny!

Next to cutie pie Cesar is Asher from another story I've hit pause on since this challenge called "Acing It With Asher." You can check it out on my twitter page. It's incomplete right now, but I will try to finish it sometime in the future. In the back there all alone is Cassandra Goth. Who we shall get back to in a moment.

Then there's Holly from my Disney Z-O-M-B-I-E-S CAS also on the gallery. She's telling creepy stories about zombies and werewolves probably. Next to her is Shantiya who I found on the gallery, who I also made some changes too. While I was checking out the new MAC makeup in CAS and trying it on her, I found this super cute workout attire that I fell in love with but have no idea where it came from cause I'm pretty sure it wasn't there before. It's from one of the career rewards I think, but I just don't know which one. I also played around with the helmets that were added with the Eco Lifestyle update. She looked like she was on a roller derby team and I thought it was super fun. But then I forgot to change her out of it for this story so she ended up coming to school like this, and I wrote it in because it was kind of funny.

Finally, there is June looking fresh in her bowler hat, sweater and green lipstick. I had so much fun dressing June. She's so chill and cool. Also one of my favorite sims of all the times.

Little did you know, there was a jam session happening behind the scenes. However, Sean is not a musician, therefore it made not a lick of sense so I left it out.

This cutesy pie was driving me a little crazy. I needed a sad face because he was going to video chat with Sean in the last Lot about how his foster parents wanted to adopt him and how they didn't want him to talk to Sean anymore. However, he was in an endless good mood so I just left him be. Also, when I was taking these pictures I was cracking up about how close his face was to the screen. All up in my face. Not only do babies do it. Cats do it too. Confirmed. (Shameless plug for my Teddy: https://www.instagram.com/lil_smokethecat/)

Remember that secret story playing in the background? Here we have a very uncomfortable Jagger being annoyed by a bombarding Cassandra Goth. You missed the entire exchange at school where she got up from her table to go talk to him. For a moment they just stood there in silence, Jagger's anxiety level escalating because he has the Loner trait...and then Cassandra just walks away like nothing happened. Awkward yes. But at least she had the guts to do something. Maybe next time?

Yes! She strikes again, managing to get Jagger all alone in June's bedroom while the rest of the crew remain downstairs respecting the Fontenot's privacy behind the boundary of the staircase. Cassandra invites herself in to have a chat with Jagger who was probably writing jokes on June's laptop because it's his thing. But now Cassandra has ruined it and he is no longer in a comedic mood. It's all about reading the room Cassandra. Quite frankly, Jagger would just like to be left alone.

But Cassandra was not the only uninvited guest...

Allow me to introduce Mozley Livingston. The neighborhood zombie. Just creep creeping about Willow Creek in the dark of night with his loud pink pants. The weird thing is, I only ever saw him at night.

The moon ominously hangs in the sky above him. Calling out to other creepers lurking through the streets....

This is Dakota Skye, werewolf and leader of her pack. The whole Z-O-M-B-I-E's crew is taking over Willow Creek. Why should she be left out of the party? So cool and fierce, and she knows. it.

Jagger just relaxing in the pool. He was very tired that day and this was him getting his energy back up. Sorry Jag!

Double Diaz hanging out at the beach together with their new friend Ray, also from "Acing It With Asher." Cesar didn't stay too long. I'm pretty sure he bounced after this picture was taken.

I really liked this photo. They look so royal and majestic. The princess and prince of Oasis Beach.

Look at how he's looking at her. I'm telling you. These two are destined to be together. There’s shimmering and everything.

This was supposed to be my big reveal of Sean's new look. It's like, "Oooh, who's that...?Is it Sean? No way it's Sean." Then he turns around and....

"Hey, guys!"

Sean, no...You were supposed to be all brooding and what not. We talked about this. You're mind is burning overtime as you're trying to earn enough money to get out of town and reunite with Daniel. This look? This was not in the script.

So I made him stand by the window and sip because it fit the mood better. Sipping and pondering life. So serious.

Because Jagger is so cute. That jacket looks great on him.

Again, whenever June's around, Sean likes to show off. And she's never paying him any mind. Sean, you're going to have to work harder than that. Especially since she is your future wife and all.

Before June came around, it was all about Lyla. Jen who? (Also, I know Jen in the game is actually spelled Jenn, but I found that out too late so...It's Jen, and not Jenn. Two completely different people.) Lyla was supposed to be the one for Sean. They're best friends and she would have stuck with him through thick and thin and all the in betweens. But Lyla...she had something else in mind.

Exhibit A:

That's right. Lyla was in town and she never even bothered to stop by. (I mean, even if she did I wouldn't have allowed her to see Sean because they're supposed to be separated for the majority of this story for the big reunion. ) She's just hanging out with some random guy...OR is it. Let's get a little closer shall we?

EXPOSED. EXPOSED. EXPOSED!

Lyla has been sneaking around Sean's back with Abraham. The guy who basically got Sean and Daniel kicked out of his house. The one place they could find shelter, beds, showers, and music videos. And she looks like she's actually enjoying his company. Come on Lyla. Really? But I'm not going to pretend as if I'm not liking this scenario because let's just think about it. Lyla is kind of sassy and witty. Abraham is filled to the brim with sarcasm. I think they're kind of perfect together. Which is why I'm not even mad. Do you Lyla. Enjoy.

Meanwhile, June and Sean jammed out at the neighborhood yard sale. I was going to have Sean sell his art at the yard sale, but it felt like the story was getting too broad, so I left it out. All buyers must go through Michele. Clients only. We are professionals here. But I did like the idea of Sean and June spending more time together.

And falling in love...

I used the picture of Jagger because it kind of looked like he was signing a D, for Daniel. I thought it was a nice touch. Again, I wanted to be respectful and only use gestures that looked like real ASL.

I'm just saying...

Conclusion:

This challenge started off a lot simpler. All you had to do was reach level 10 in painting and sell your paintings for 5 thousand simoleons to buy Korbin's car. Except, I realized that Sean was going to need to purchase the abandoned lot for the next Lot challenge. And 5 thousand turned into 18,308. Because I didn't want to use cheats to decrease the Fontenot's household funds to 0, I added up every single price of every single painting. Since I enjoy math, it was actually pretty fun for me.

The most difficult part of this challenge was just the time it took to reach level 10. At first it took a while, but I found a work around. Every time Sean would get the Confident moodlet or any moodlet that would subdue his low energy for a few hours, I'd use that time to get a few paintings in. Which I made copies of and put in his inventory because I am a hoarder of a mother and could not let go of my baby boy's fine masterpieces. I'm thinking about putting some of them on display in a very special place that I am excited to start working on... God Bless! Love, Charly

LINKS

Square Enix Accessibility Website: https://square-enix-games.com/en_US/news/square-enix-accessibility

AbleGamers Website: https://ablegamers.org/

Ubisoft's Mission: https://www.dualshockers.com/ubisoft-accessibility-features-games-exclusive/

Free ASL Lessons: https://www.startasl.com/learn-sign-language-asl

https://www.lifeprint.com/

INSPIRATIONAL STORIES:

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/banjo/i-was-a-deaf-musician https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwqSuvFzDdI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_7RrfYtNa4

#LifeIsStrange2TheSims4Challenge #LifeIsStrange2 #TheSims4 #tamersmile

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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13 Days of Halloween 2022 - Schedule

Below is the schedule of what I will be releasing for this years '13 Days of Halloween'

If you want to be tagged in any of these, let me know~

Not everything is strictly Halloween themed, some is just spooky/suspense stuff.

--- Starting October 19th, Ending October 31st ---

Day 1: 'Stranded' - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x GN!Reader (creepy/suspense); POSTED

Day 2: ''Tis the Season' - Evan "Buck" Buckley x GN!Reader (gen/humor/cute); POSTED

Day 3: 'Mischief' - John Sheppard x GN!Reader (gen/fun/cute); POSTED

Day 4: 'Pumpkin Spice' - Eliot Spencer x GN!Reader (cute/fluff/gen); POSTED

Day 4 (Bonus): Marvel Halloween Scenario Game (Multi-Character); POSTED

Day 5: 'What happens in the haunted house..." Jake "Hangman" Seresin x GN!Reader (humor/fluff) - POSTED

Day 6: 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' - Christopher Pike x GN!Reader - (suspense/creepy/action) - POSTED

Day 7: 'Locked In' - Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader (humor/cute) - POSTED

Day 8: 'Ghost Stories' - Goodnight Robicheaux x GN!Reader (thriller/humor/fluff) - POSTED

Day 9: 'Ghost Hunt' - Eddie Diaz x GN!Reader (thriller/humor/creepy) - POSTED

Day 9 (Bonus): UQuiz - 'What Autumn/Spooky Season "Thing" Are You?" - POSTED

Day 10: 'Halloween Party' - Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia (cute/fun) - POSTED

Day 11: 'Shadows' - Group x Reader and Established Darry Curtis x Gn!Reader (creepy/suspense) - POSTED

Day 12: 'You Are What You Reap' - Erica Ortegas x GN!Reader (fun/suspense/gen) - POSTED

Day 13: 'Careful What You Wish For' - Stephen Strange x GN!Reader (suspense/horror/humor)

#13 days of halloween #13 days of halloween 2022 #halloween 2022 #halloween schedule #top gun maverick #star trek strange new worlds #stephen strange #911 (fox)#elliot spencer #stargate #marvel #malcolm bright #darry curtis #goodnight robicheaux #mag7 #halloween fics

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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9-1-1 Masterlist

*I might write for 9-1-1 Lonestar eventually; but I'm not positive.

Link to my Main Masterlist

If you notice any incorrect or missing links, please let me know!

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Incorrect Quotes *(textposts; multi-character; humor)

Part One

Part Two

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Scenario Game *male and female characters + Lone Star

Valentines Scenario Game *male and female characters + Lone Star

Christmas Scenario Game *male and female characters + Lone Star

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Evan "Buck" Buckley

Headcanons:

'Taking care of each over when you're hurt' (whump/comfort)

A-Z Relationship Headcanons (cute/fluff)

Oneshots/Fics:

'Rescue' (action/angst/fluff)

'Promise Me (angst/whump/comfort)

'Never Again' (halloween/humor)

'A Traditional Confession' (secret santa; romantic/fluff)

'Strength and Pain' (angst/hurt/comfort)

'My Future'; (romantic/fluff/Valentines Day)

'Safe and Sound' (bit of angst/fluff)

'Worst Fear' (angst/bit of fluff)

''Tis the Season' (cute/fluff/halloween)

Ship Drabble: 'Falling Asleep' (cute/fluff)

Moodboards/Camera Rolls:

Evan Buckley + Sunshine mood board

Camera Roll while dating Evan Buckley

Wedding Day Camera Roll

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Eddie Diaz

Oneshots/Fics:

'Don’t Leave' (angst/fluff)

'Trick-Or-Date' (fluff/cute)

Rest (light whump/comfort/fluff)

'Flowers and Floss' (cute/fluff)

'Ghost Hunting' (fun/118 squad/halloween)

Camera Rolls/Mood Boards:

Camera Roll: Summer Picnic with Eddie

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Lou Ransone

Headcanons:

Lou falling in love with someone younger

Jealousy

Love, Intimacy and Kissing

Being best-friends and in a relationship

Oneshots/Fics:

Say It (pining/confession/fluff)

Mistletoe Distraction (fluff/romantic)

'Valentines Day Morning' (domestic fluff/Valentines Day/drabble)

'Corn Maze' (spooky/gen/fun/Halloween)

Camera Rolls/Mood Boards:

'Lou Ransone x Comfort' (mood board)

Camera Roll: Partner & best-friend

#911 #9-1-1 #911 (fox)#911 masterlist #9-1-1 masterlist #evan buckley #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #masterlist #evan buckley x reader #buck #eddie diaz x reader #buck x reader #lou ransone #detective lou ransone #lou ransone x reader #911/reader #911 x reader

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Approval | M. Martinez

Pairing; Mario x Diaz!Reader

Timeframe; Season 2

Summary; Mario and Y/n had been together for several years. Was he really about to throw all of that away because his mother no longer approved of her?

A/N: Mario never left Freeridge in this scenario.

“Hey, you finally made it.”

Mario pulls me into his arm, and holds me tightly for almost a minute, before quickly letting me go. After greeting Ruby and some of his friends, I return to Mario, who was sat beside his mom and dad at the kitchen table.

“Hi, Mr and Mrs Martinez,” I say, before placing a platter of chips and salsa on the kitchen table. I knew better than to go to the Martinez household empty handed. “Feliz año nuevo.”

Before I finish speaking, Mrs Martinez stands up abruptly and walks into the kitchen, her shoulder roughly brushing against mine as she left the table. Mr Martinez gulped, before forcing a smile, as though his wife hadn’t just given me the coldest of all cold shoulders.

“Happy New Years, Y/n... Excuse me.”

I turn to Mario, who holds the back of his neck nervously.

“What was that about?” I asked, but he shrugs.

“No idea... Don’t worry too much about it, though. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?” I asked worriedly. Mrs Martinez and I were never the best of friends, but she had never treated me so coldly before, and I knew there was a deeper meaning behind it.

“Hey,” Mario whispered, gently lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger. When I look him in the eye, he smiles. But that’s when I know he’s hiding something. “Everything’s okay... She’s just a bit preoccupied with everything. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay,” I sighed, kissing Mario softly as he leaned in close to me and pushing my thoughts away so I could enjoy the night with him and his family.

As we pulled away from one another, and headed towards the couch where Ruby and Jamal sat, eating from a bag of potato chips, the doorbell rang, and Monse came bursting in.

“Happy New Years, fam!” As she spoke, she took four sizeable steps directly towards me. After grabbing hold of my wrist, she smiled at Mario and pulled me up from the couch. “Can I speak to Y/n for just one sec?” After I landed on my feet, she quickly pulled back out the door and closed the door behind her. Once she was sure that no one inside could hear us, Monse walked me off the front porch and her smile faded to a concerned frown.

“Cesar’s missing.”

“... What?” I muttered incredulously. I knew he had been staying at her place and I was happy he had a safe place to stay, especially since Oscar wasn’t speaking to him anymore. “What do you mean, Monse?”

“He didn’t crash in my dad’s car like he normally does,” she explains, her voice growing louder with panic. “And I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning, which is not like him... like at all. And I know you aren’t on speaking terms with him after what happened, but I... I don’t know what to do.”

“Okay,” I sighed, placing my hands on her shoulder and taking deep breaths so that she could do the same. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay... I know his hiding spots, so I’ll help you look for him... It’s gonna be okay, Monse, just breathe.”

She nodded, and began to breath deeply. As she calmed herself down on the front porch of the Martinez household, I went back inside to tell Mario where I was going, in case he started worrying like he normally did.

“Hey, babe,” I whispered, pulling him aside. His mother was drying a plate behind him as I spoke to her son, but her eyes were glued on the two of us. “I’m so sorry but I have to go.”

“What?” He whined, taking hold of my hand and pouting. “But it’s not even 9:30 yet. We haven’t even had dinner.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” I apologised, running my hand down his cheek. “But it’s kind of an emergency.”

“Typical,” Mrs Martinez whispered, only just loudly enough for me to hear. Then when she realised she had my attention, she raised her voice slightly. “How typical it is of a Diaz to just do what they please... No matter how it hurts other people.”

At that point, I was passed being hurt, and was instead annoyed. My baby brother was missing, and Mrs Martinez had the audacity to give me a hard time about leaving to go find him. The nerve.

“I’m sorry, do you have a problem with me, Mrs Martinez?”

“No,” she muttered, putting the plate down on the table and shaking her head profusely. “I have a problem with your entire family.”

“Ma,” Ruby was the first to come to my defence. Even though I wished more than anything for it to be Mario. “C’mon don’t do this.”

“No, Ruby,” she began, shaking her head and looking at me with pure anger in her eyes. “I will not sit around and wait for another one of you Diaz siblings to hurt another one of my boys. Y/n, you need to leave... and don’t ever step foot inside my house again.”

“Ma,” Ruby pleaded, after noticing the tears that were beginning to stream down my cheeks. “Please, don’t...”

I turned to Mario, who remained silent.

“Mario?”

It didn’t feel like I was asking for much. His mother had basically blamed me for wrongdoings that weren’t even mine to own up to. All I wanted was for him to stand up for me. Because no way in hell was I about to speak back to his mother. That wasn’t how this worked.

However, he remained exactly how he was; silent. And so I nod bitterly, and turn towards the door.

“Y/n,” he calls out as I reached for the doorknob

“No, I get it,” I say, turning around and realising he was right behind me. So now he knew how to have my back. “... I get it. Diazes aren’t welcome here anymore. Message received... Don’t ever speak to me again.”

As I walked onto their porch, and headed towards the sidewalk, Mario followed after me. Monse sensed the tension between us, and headed towards my parked car and waited for me there. Before I could take a step further, Mario grabbed my wrist and spun me around.

“Y/n, c’mon,” he cried, his eyebrows knitting together even more when he realised how upset I was. “It’s my mom, I... I can’t go against family. You know that better than anyone.”

“Yeah, I do,” I yelled. “But Mario, you’re my family too... And I have defended you all the time! Like when my mom thought said you were too much of a momma’s boy and when Spooky said you were too much of a pushover. I fucking defended you because that’s what you do for the people you love.”

“C’mon that’s not fair, Y/n... I didn’t know what to say. She caught me offguard.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m leaving.”

As I got off their porch and headed towards my car, Mario followed me.

“You have to understand where she’s coming from,” he said, causing me to stop instantly, and turn around to face him in less than a second.

“Look, I get that she’s a mom, and she nearly lost her son,” I began, poking Mario in the chest the way I normally did on the rare occasions where we would argue. “But she had no right to say what she did to me, and you knew I couldn’t be the one to tell her that.”

This was an unspoken rule.

“And Cesar’s just a kid. Yeah, he made a really bad decision... but he’s still a kid. He’s still my little brother. And you know damn well that Ruby is his best friend, yet you just stood there and let her say all the things she did.”

“Baby-”

“You know I haven’t spoken to Cesar since any of this happened? Because I know that you were angry at him and, for a while, I was too.”

“I didn’t know that,” he murmured.

“Yeah, well there’s a lot of things I do for you that go unnoticed.”

And with that, I walked to my car and drove away.

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“We’ve looked everywhere,” Monse sighed. “It’s hopeless.”

I couldn’t understand where Cesar could be. We went to all the food places and corner stores he always went to. Even checked out all the park benches and alleyways he’d go to when he needed to clear his head. Nothing.

“Go get some rest,” I murmured, before waving goodbye as she walked into her house.

I began driving towards my home. I called it my home, but really it’s a house that Oscar and his friends paid off when they got a lot of cash rolling in. Having been Spooky’s only sister, it was only a matter of time before they gave me the keys to it once I got a stable job working as a teacher aide.

As I pulled up towards my driveway, I noticed a familiar figure standing at my doorstep. On any other given day, I would have been skeptical, and approached the person with my brother’s emergency shotgun in my right hand, but somehow on this day I knew.

I just knew who it was.

“What the hell are you doing here, Mario?” I asked angrily, before he stepped aside so my little brother could come out from his shadow.

“Hey, mana,” Cesar whispered, smiling nervously at me.

I, much like Oscar, had a death glare that could holes through skulls. After glaring at him for almost a minute, I punch his gut, hard enough for him to feel it but lightly enough so that he wasn’t seriously hurt.

“Oof-” Cesar groaned as he held his stomach. Before giving him a minute to breathe, I quickly engulfed him as big of a bear hug as I could offer.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again, you dumbass,” I whispered, trying not to make it too obvious how relived I was to hear him speak to me again. “I thought something serious happened to you... You can’t just leave Monse’s place and then not show up for a few days. That’s not how this works.”

“Wait, you knew?... You knew I’ve been crashing at her place this whole time?”

“Of course I knew, pendejo,” I yelled. “I would never just let you go without keeping an eye on where you’re at.”

“I don’t know, I mean... Oscar’s pretty good at abandoning me. He hates me, Y/n.”

“Hey,” I whispered, gently punching his shoulder to get him to look up at me. “He doesn’t hate you... Neither one of us could ever hate you Cesar, you’re our baby brother... He just... It’s a little more complicated for him, you know that.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “So... are you gonna drop me off at Monse’s.”

“You are so fucking stupid,” I droned. “You��re crashing here. With me. I’m not letting you out of my sight after the stunt you just pulled.”

“But Oscar-”

“But Oscar can’t do anything about it, because they signed this house over to me... And I’m not letting you go ever again.”

I pulled him into my arms and squeezed him as tightly as I could. He groaned as I just about crushed his shoulders, and laughed when I slowly loosed my grip. For a moment, there was silence.

“Thank you, mana,” he sighed in relief. I smiled and pulled away, before realising that Mario was still standing with us. Only, he had shifted as far off my porch as he could and turned the other way. I cough awkwardly before handing Cesar my house key.

“Go inside and make yourself something to eat,” I ordered him. He did so without waiting another beat. Once he closed the door behind him, I took a step towards Mario, and offered a small smile. “Thank you... for finding him and bringing him here.”

“Of course.”

“How’d you know where to find him?”

“You two are more alike than you think,” he smiled, fiddling with the keys to his car as he spoke. “He was at that pizza place next to the train station... the one you always dragged me to back when we were in High School.”

I smiled and then chuckled as I realised what he was talking about. Before I dragged him there with me, I used to always drag Cesar and Oscar there. They sold the best pizza our spare change could buy, and when money was tight, which was almost always, we could always count on leaving that place with a full stomach.

“And uh... I spoke to my mom, right after you left. She wants to apologise to you when you feel ready to talk to her again,” he explained, reaching for my hand. That time, I didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry, Y/n... you were right, I should have defended you. ‘Cause you mean everything to me... everything.”

As I leaned closer to him, the sound of fireworks erupted throughout our block. Before he could say another word, I kissed him softly before gently pulling away.

“Happy new years, baby,” he whispered.

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