#sad eyes omb

[artsyjedi]

people won’t ever understand the love i have for Sad Eyes and how happy I was when I saw him

#freeridge #on my block #sad eyes omb #sad eyes

[hxneybimbo]

what other fandoms do you guys think I should write for? Honestly kinda interested in writing for On my block even though it’s dead lmao but give me some recommendations!

#thoughts? #the only reason I want to write for omb #is bc sad eyes is hot af 💀

[marleyybluu]

Oscar x pregnant!reader

Wc: 1.9k

warnings: daddy issues, use of OMB scenes so spoilers I guess, sad Spooky, shitty ending cus my attention span cut out

"No, no, no! You can not put down two draw fours!" Yn shouted at Cesar while the two dabbled in an intense game of UNO. Cesar chuckled waving his one card in her face. "You're just mad because you're losing." He bragged. Though it was confirmed she would never admit it, she quickly pouted and placed her hand on her stomach, he chuckled shaking his head knowing the card that she was about to play. "I'm gonna tell your niece or nephew you didn't let their mommy win."

Her boyfriend Spooky could be heard letting out a bellyful laugh from down the hall, he emerged from his room making his way toward them where they sat around the table not too far from the living room. "Mamita, you can't say that every time you don't get your way." She stuck out her tongue. "I can and I will for the remaining six months."

He rolled his eyes and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Fine," She reluctantly picked up eight more cards just for Cesar to dramatically slam his last one on the table. He stood up took the last swig of his beer and rested the empty bottle on the table, he was next to kiss her head before grabbing his things and heading out. "I'll see you guys later, I'm with Monse if you need me."

"Have fun." She called out. The door closed and the house was once again silent, Yn gathered the cards and packed them nicely back into the box they came in. She heard the sound of the front door opening and assumed it was Cesar, she said "What'd you forget knucklehead?" But frowned when she was met with their father, Ray. A few days ago the older gentleman had found himself across from the traphouse, Cesar panicked about a stranger just stalking outside so Spooky went to investigate, and with Yn's nosey ass at the window, she noticed Spooky's body language and he was not happy.

Spooky never spoke about his dad, maybe once, but that was it. She could tell he had resentment in his heart for that man, he was a stranger and for him to pop back up after all these years wasn't ideal for anyone in this situation. YN had to admit it was nice seeing Cesar happy and hearing him talk about all the things they were going to do and how much they had to catch up on but judging by the look on Ray's face right in front of her... those plans would never set in motion.

She pitied him a half-smile before dodging into the kitchen. Spooky sat in the background on the couch observing the cold interaction, internally smiling that she would be on his side no matter the minor details that she knew. Ray disappeared into one of the rooms, Spooky was curious as to what he was there for but was brought out of it when he was called to the kitchen. He got up and followed her voice, she was desperately trying to reach the third shelf and was failing miserably, usually, she'd grab a chair but with a baby inside she was more cautious of what she did.

"Can you grab a plate for me papito?"

"Of course, baby."

She squealed and applauded the small gesture as he handed the plate over to her. "Thank you." She blew him a kiss but he wanted a real one, his hand snaking around her waist he pulled her in tightly. Her hands ran up his neck and landed under his jawline. Their lips touched, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, melting together like it was the first time. She could feel his hands slide a little further down, she gasped at the hard squeeze he delivered she pulled back smacking his chest. "Why can't I have one little innocent kiss?"

"That question is what got you pregnant in the first place." He joked gently pressing his hand on her little belly. Yn shooed him off. Oscar laughed and left her alone only to return to the main area and see Ray with his duffle bag on top of the table packing his clothes up. "Finally cleaning up your mess?" He asked. Ever since he arrived it'd practically become a pigsty, his girl often complaining that she wasn't some maid for a grown-ass man, especially one she had no relation to. Ray avoided eye contact as he answered. "I'm leaving, think I've caused enough drama."

Leaving. All he did was leave, run away from his problems, and scram when things got serious. It wasn't the first time Oscar experienced it but there was no doubt that it still hurt, he felt himself shrink into that little kid again, watching the man who was supposed to be there for him vanish, the man who was supposed to teach him how to become one disappear without a trace leaving him and Cesar alone to fend for themselves.

"Good," He responded. "You tell Cesar your plan?"

There was a moment of silence, Ray had stopped packing and sighed making eye contact with his oldest. "I'll tell him when I get to Bakersfield, there's a guy up there who can help me out... help you out too-"

Spooky had turned cold, that scowl plastered on his face, the boiling hate flashing in his eyes. "I don't need help, I got everything I need."

Ray let out an amused chuckle. "The Santos? That girl?" Oscar took a step forward, fists balled up, father or not he would put down anyone that disrespected his girl. She was his home, his family, she was everything that he needed. "Her name is Yn, and she let you stay with us, not me... if it were up to me you'd be out on the street with the rest of the stray dogs."

Little did they know they had an audience for this performance, not too far off Yn had poked her head from the kitchen she had stopped what she was doing the minute she heard their voices. "I hope they don't sell you out, I hope she's good to you because one day all that love you think you're getting from them is gonna be gone."

"Ray." He warned. "This street shit isn't the life man, you don't have to stay here, go and make something of yourself."

Oscar's eyes softened, and he began to nod in agreement. "Thanks, Papa, you're right. I could be president or a fucking astronaut, maybe even a movie star right? Because I had such a great fucking role model!"

"I had a shitty dad too, mijo," Ray's tone was so nonchalant when he said it and something about it was making Yn's skin crawl it just sounded like he didn't care. "But you gotta let that rage go."

It took everything for her not toa put in her two cents. How do you let the rage from constant and consistent disappointment go? She could tell Spooky had this overbearing feeling that he was a failure, that he failed Cesar, failed the Santos and even failed her-- so how was he just supposed to let that go?

Yn had thought the fire between them had died down, that Ray had left and Spooky was just standing there disassociating at the fact that he was in his twenties and still being abandoned. But when she brought herself into frame the two of them had gone, their muffled argument had moved outdoors. Her feet carried her to the front door, where she stood behind the screen watching it go down from a distance.

"Everything bad that's ever happened in my life is because of you! You're gonna crush Cesar the same way you crushed me!" His voice weakened, almost cracking like he was fighting to keep that little boy inside. Ray was already at the end of the path, one foot almost on the black tarmac road, he dropped his bag and turned around to face Spooky. "You never wrote to me... you didn't call, you didn't even visit not once! Did you even think about me?"

YN placed her hand over her heart, she wanted nothing more than to drag him inside and coddle him for all he's been through but he needed to let this out he'd been holding it in for far too long. She looked as Ray walked back toward Spooky.

"Oscar-" He began but Spooky shut it down. "You wanna know the worst part about not having a father? I had to be a father to my brother without having been a son first!" He sniffled. "I have a girl in there who loves me, who taught me how to love since I didn't have you or mama as examples... she's having my baby and I'm scared that I'm gonna end up like you!"

Oscar broke, completely shattered. Yn didn't think there'd be a day when she heard her partner weeping from the deep sadness that he felt, the sadness that was cloaked in anger. Ray didn't say anything, he pulled Oscar in for a hug and he resisted at first but once again his inner child betrayed him and he loosened a bit returning the embrace and they stayed like that for a while. Oscar buried his head in his father's shoulder, nothing was said, it was a bittersweet and brief moment before that rage entered his system again. That wall reappeared in seconds.

He wasn't little Oscar Diaz anymore he was back to Spooky who aggressively shoved his father off of him. "Take your shit and go, make sure I don't see you here again."

And just like that, he was gone again. Spooky turned around with a pout on his face, he stopped at the front door seeing Yn through the screen. "Did you eat?" Funny that even in his obvious time of need he was still worried about her. She shook her head, stretched out her hand to his and gently pulled him inside. Once the door closed the tears that he had just soaked back up were released once again. Yn pulled him over to the couch, sat him down and then took her place beside him.

He fell apart in her arms. "I fucking hate him." She rubbed his back. "All he does is fucking leave me... what did I do?"

"Ay! You didn't do anything papito, he's just an asshole."

"Am I not good enough?"

She frowned. "You are more than enough my love, I promise you. You are more than enough for me, for Cesar and for the baby. You did a great job raising him and you will do an even better one raising ours."

He lifted his head from where it rested on her shoulder, she swiped her thumb across his cheeks to wipe his tears. "How are you so sure?"

"You already do enough for the baby and they're not even here. You make sure I'm eating enough, you make sure I'm relaxed. I wish you could've seen your face when I told you." Now she was tearing up. "I couldn't have picked a better person to make a family with."

He softly smiled. "I love you."

"Duh." She sarcastically answered which received a decent chuckle. "I love you too, we're good okay? I'm not going anywhere."

"I know." He mumbled. She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. "Let's eat, yeah?"

"Yeah."

I just felt like writing something kind of sad. idk why.

for the Pedro girlies im working on Truth or Drink3

for the Rio girlies, working on The Nanny 3

trying not to burn tf out lol just put me down at this point.

if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

peace and love.

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[suppermariobroth]

In Super Mario 64, the Skeeter enemies use 2D images that always turn towards the camera as their bodies (known as “billboards”; these are also used for many other enemies and objects in the game, such as Bob-ombs, to reduce the number of polygons that need to be rendered).

However, in the game’s files, an unused version of the Skeeter model can be found that is completely 3D, with all body parts being made out of polygons. While color data exists for that model, it was overwritten so that the model appears completely black when loaded in-game, with the exception of the Skeeter’s sad eye textures.

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#super mario 64 #nintendo

[theaawalker]

Sparks & Sprinkles [Kim P. + Ramona F.]

Pairing: Kim Pines + Ramona Flowers (fluff) Song Inspo: SugarCrash! by ElyOtto Word Count: 1,126 Summary: Kim Pine and Ramona Flowers have a girl's day out: defeating ninjas, eating frozen yogurt, and not talking about Scott Pilgrim. Warnings: violence, use of "slut", mentions of cigarettes Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

Sometimes Kim Pine wonders why she even gets out of bed in the morning. She hates her roommate, Hollie (cheating slut), she has the lamest job in the world (yes,sir, we keep those sorts of DVDs in the back, behind the Transformers display), and the one decent thing in her world, playing drums in the band (We are Sex-Bomb-omb!) has ground to an amazing halt because they are "recording."

She just wants to spend a little time with her best friend's surprisingly cool ex-girlfriend Ramona Flowers (soon-to-be-not-ex if he can pull up his pants and woman up) before they have to meet up with Scott later. A day at the yogurt shop sounded just right. Just Kim & Ramona.

Of course, a gang of ninjas wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Really, jeez, she thinks as she twirls a drumstick around her finger and pokes one of the ninjas in the eye (ZING!), while punching another with a gloved fist (THUNK!) -- is it too much to wish for a bonus level every once in a while, instead of always having to fight toward the big boss at the end?

Ramona obviously feels the same way. Her hair flies back as she scissor-kicks her opponent with a booted foot.

(KPOW!)

"All!" She spins and slices at another in the throat.

(HURK!)

"I!" She cartwheels over to snag a tray.

(WHIRL!)

"Want!" She smacks a girl ninja full-face.

(SLAM!)

"Is!" The girl stumbles back to crash into one of the red plastic tables.

(CRUNCH!)

"A frozen yogurt!"

Kim elbows the last one in the mouth, and he crumples. The ninjas flash like seizure-inducing strobe lights and then disappear. A shower of prize coins hits the table where they left their winter coats. There is a smattering of applause from the other patrons, and then they all go back to their desserts.

Just another day in Kim Pine's Annoying Little Life.

Ramona swipes a hand across her sweaty brow and nonchalantly brushes herself off. Then she walks over to their table and picks up one of the glittering coins. "You want this?" she asks Kim. "I just got paid, so..."

"Yeah, okay." Kim slides the coins off into her hand and then into her pocket. (KACHING! Kim Pine gets $15.79 and 10 exp. points!) No need to go advertising it, but she could use a little extra. Kim jerks her head toward the register. "I'll go get the yogurts. What do you want?"

"They got anything tequila-flavored?" Ramona drawls.

Kim barks a laugh. "You should put in a comment card."

"Then whatever. You choose for me."

"Vanilla, no toppings," Kim says, deadpan. "Don't want the gummy bears to clash with your hair."

Ramona smiles, twirling one pink-dyed lock between her fingers. She gets Kim's sense of humor, unlike Hollie (two-faced slut). "Nice." Ramona says, feigning a lack of sarcasm. "And so thoughtful."

Matching Ramona's sincerity with a bright little nod, Kim slides up to the counter. "One small white chocolate with chocolate chips, and one small vanilla..." She steals a glance at Ramona, who is staring blankly out the yogurt shop window. It's funny. Even with her bright pink hair, Ramona almost seems to fade into the crowd with some unspoken sadness. "...with strawberries."

"Got it." The guy at the register types in the order and then looks pointedly over at the overturned tables to the left.

"What." She gives him a glare. No one picks up at No-Account Video when there's a brawl in the family section except her.

He backs down and shrugs. "Two yogurts, coming right up."

Kim turns her back and doesn't bother to watch him make them. She plays it cool, waiting until he's got the little cup under the noisy yogurt-spewing machine to say, "And don't even think of spitting in them." She doesn't even ruin the effect by turning around again to catch his bewildered, guilty look.

Instead, she watches Ramona.

She's mysterious (Kim likes that), cool under pressure (Kim would give her prize Zildjian to be as cool as Ramona) and fun. Kim doesn't know if it's just the way New Yorkers act, but Kim really enjoys her touch of American badassness in this way-too-Canadian city.

When the yogurts are done, she brings them to the table and sits. Ramona takes her spoon without comment on the strawberries, and digs in, still lost in her own thoughts.

Kim wants to get Ramona out of this sudden funk, but she can't come up with a decent topic of conversation. "Um..." she starts, wincing inwardly. "You... make any interesting deliveries lately?" Then she winces outwardly.

"Huh?" Ramona says, coming out of her daze. "Interesting deliveries? Oh... no, nothing really."

"Still, it's gotta be more interesting than working in a video store." Kim exaggerates a yawn, her plastic spoon hanging from her mouth.

"All right..." Ramona leans forward. "Last month... I almost lit one of my packages on fire with a cigarette."

Kim almost chokes on her spoon. "HAHAHA! How?"

"Guess I shouldn't try to make deliveries the morning after one of Julie's stupid theme parties." She takes another bite of her yogurt. "Too hungover to do two things at once."

"Oh, man, I wish I'd been there to see it...!"

As she's laughing, she sees another freakin' ninja sneak in the side door out of sight of Ramona. Kim prepares to jump up and take him down, but Ramona's hand slips quietly into her purse, and withdraws her giant mallet from the subspace pocket.

With a whirling leap, she smashes the mallet down (THOOM!), just missing the ninja. He jumps over the top of the weapon, sailing above their heads. Kim tries to tackle him to the floor, but Ramona's mallet doubles back and hits the ninja's spine with a satisfying CRACK! He explodes into multi-colored coruscating fireworks.

(LEVEL COMPLETED, 500 bonus points!)

Ramona calmly stuffs the mallet back in her purse. "I almost didn't get that one."

"C'mon," Kim says, completely serious. "You're Ramona Flowers."

The corner of Ramona's mouth turns up. "Guess so."

"Hey, you wanna get some coffee?" Kim asks, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Sure," Ramona says, blowing at a curling strand of pink in her face. "I think we've reached our ninja quotient for the day."

They push their way out of the yogurt shop into the biting winter wind. Kim smiles as the cold starts to numb her ears. Maybe Scott will forget all about this stupid meeting she's secretly bringing Ramona to (he doesn't deserve Ramona, anyway).

She wouldn't mind at all.

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[c0ffee-gh0ul]

HAIIIIIII could you maybe consider writing something for stephen x neil? something angsty perhaps? (i’m thinking maybe with how neil started acting once everyone stoped hanging out together, maybe he’s like real upset about stephen specifically since he’s Pining Real Bad over him?) maybe a tearful confession? but anything really is good HEEGEHEHE!!!! :3

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS IDEA!! This was so much fun to write, angst is one of my favorite things. I really hope you enjoy how I portrayed your idea!!

ONESHOT: NEIL'S TEARFUL CONFESSION TO STEPHEN

Neil was sitting at the kitchen table, eating his dinner in silence. Stephen had been at Kim’s house for hours, hanging out with Joseph. It seemed that was all Stephen did these days, and Neil was constantly left alone to do things in silence.

“Dude, Neil!” Stephen finally came home and into the kitchen. “We finished the Sex Bob-Omb album! And Joseph and I are starting a new band!”

“Great,” Neil hummed, continuing to eat his food.

“I thought you’d be more excited, man,” Stephen said, sitting across from Neil.

“I dunno, I guess I am,” Neil muttered. “I just, I’ve been feeling left out.”

“What? You’ve just been busy, haven’t you? With your exams and all, right?” Stephen asked, furrowing his brow.

“Y-yeah, but not 24/7! We’re still friends, aren’t we?” Neil grew a little more frustrated.

“Of course we are,” Stephen replied, looking down at his hands and then back up at Neil. “Things are just… Busy, y’know?”

“I never see you anymore, Stephen. I’m sad,” Neil explained. “All I do is study, play video games, and eat. I do it all in silence without you, without Scott, without Kim… Ever since you guys started going to Kim’s house for practice.”

Stephen didn’t think he had ever heard Neil speak that much in one sentence. He was usually so soft-spoken, so to-the-point, so clear and concise. He knew Neil was being serious.

“I-I’m sorry, Neil, I am… I don’t know what else to say,” Stephen sighed.

Tears welled up in Neil’s eyes. This was something deeper than not seeing Stephen as much as he used to.

“You spend all your time with Joseph. What’s so special about him, anyway?”

“He-he’s cool! He makes cool music, and we have meaningful conversations, and he’s just chill,” Stephen started to become frustrated too.

“Whatever,” Neil sighed, leaving the kitchen to go upstairs to his bedroom. He wasn’t the type to talk about his feelings like that. What he said was enough for the night.

Once he was in his bedroom, he laid down in his bed, faced the wall, and began to cry. He had feelings for Stephen. More than just friend feelings. 

“Neil?” He heard Stephen’s voice outside the door after a few minutes. “Can I come in?”

Neil sat up and wiped away his tears. “Yeah,”

Stephen came into the room and sat next to Neil on the bed. “I’m sorry for making you upset,” He started. “I want to tell you something important.”

“I’m listening,” Neil replied.

“The reason I’ve been hanging around Joseph so much is because…” Stephen started, taking a deep breath. “I like him. I want to go out with him… Y’know?”

Neil’s heart skipped a beat. He felt himself go flush. He had no idea how to respond to that news.

“Are you okay?” Stephen asked. “Don’t tell me you’re homophobic or something-”

“N-no, I’m not homophobic, I-” Neil took a deep breath and exhaled. “I like you, Stephen. I want to go out with you.” Tears suddenly streamed down his face.

Stephen now had the same reaction. His mouth agape, he was trying to find a response in his mind.

“I’m sorry, you probably think I’m crazy or something,” Neil sobbed. 

“I don’t think you’re crazy,” Stephen replied. “I just think… We’re buds, y’know? I’ve never really seen us as anything more…”

“I understand,” Neil sniffled. “Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen.”

Stephen felt bad, but he agreed. He gave Neil a hug and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Although Neil wanted to pretend it never happened, he couldn’t. He couldn’t forget his love for Stephen, let alone his tearful confession. He thought he could fix things, and they would be best friends again, but this made it worse in his mind. He laid in bed again, faced the wall, and continued to cry.

#stephen stills #young neil nordegraf #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #angst #writer #requests #fanfic #fanfiction

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

I think they don't communicate that much 😂 // ?? Didnt the portotrio+1 went to his house not so long ago? And thanks to Maddy eagle eye (bless that woman shes amazing) we Can assume they even sit at the table together with CE. Dustbin felt comfy enought to invite his bf this year soooo the communication IS there & alive. Its sad to know that CE surround himself with people like that but its clear as day they stayed at his orbit after all

Yes, true but everyone is free to have a different opinion about it. We don't know what happened the rest of day(s). We just know that UAT, OMB and side characters were having fun in the snow and UAT made it to sit at his table (sideways? 😅).

[harlowsbby]

Random but my friend saod that they guy who plays Sad Eyes was her uber driver before s4 OMB came out and he warned them about it lol

Really? 😭😭😭 he’s so fine that guy I love reading fics about him too I gotta put y’all on to some 💀

[2000sbitch]

𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬" 𝐆𝐮𝐳𝐦𝐚𝐧

(𝐬) 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 / (𝐟) 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 / (𝐚) 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

𝘜𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 (𝐚)

𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 (𝐬) 

𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘹 (𝐬)

𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘴 (𝐟)

𝘈-𝘡 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 (𝐬) 

𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚!

𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢

𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 (𝐬) (𝐟) (𝐚)

#sad eyes on my block #sad eyes imagine #sad eyes x reader #sad eyes omb #on my block imagine #sad eyes x y/n #sad eyes x you #sad eyes smut

[lustinglilac]

Always Right

A/N: This was kinda short, hopefully it made sense because I haven’t written for Sad Eyes in a while!*ALL credit for the name José goes to other writers*

Requested by @b3mybunnybaby: I was watching the first episode and you know how sad eyes grabs ruby for eyeing his girl? I was thinking, what if the Diaz bros had a sister and she saw that go down and tells him to stop because his girl ain’t even all that and somehow they end up kicking it all night.

Characters: Platonic Sad Eyes x Diaz!Sister

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, slight violence/aggression

(gif is my own 💜)

The party was lively, the music blasting, drinks being poured, everyone having a chill ass time. She, of course, watched from the sidelines, occasionally bumping into a Santo or two as they spoke hurriedly to her. This wasn’t her house or her territory which is why she kept close to her older brother until he’d left her alone for a few minutes, claiming he had business to take care of.

“Where’s your drink, nena?” A gruff voice spoke from beside her, nudging her slightly.

She grimaces as she looks up at the tall man speaking to her, “What’s it to you?” Eyeing the blonde chick next to him briefly before returning her gaze to him.

“Cálmate— just wonderin’ if you‘re drinkin’ tonight or not.” José downs the rest of his beer, tossing the bottle aside.

“I’m gonna go dance, wanna come?” The girl tugs on his arm, batting her lashes up at him as he bit his lip.

“Nah, chula, I’m good. I’d rather watch you—“ He smirks, grabbing a handful of her ass before letting it go with a loud smack. She giggles and blows a kiss towards him, joining her friend on the makeshift dance floor that was a patch of grass.

The middle Diaz nearly gags from the sight of it, turning her attention to her phone as she texted Cesar to keep herself busy.

“If you’ll excuse me.” She pardons herself with a tight lipped smile, strutting to a corner with less party-goers.

She tries to call Spooky, knowing his phone was probably off or he definitely wouldn’t hear it due to the loud music.

“Monse, if you were a girl—“

“I am a girl.”

“Yeah but if you were a girl like that, would you wear underwear?” A hushed voice speaks from over the cement wall.

She didn’t hear the footsteps coming towards her as Sad Eyes saw the way the high school boy was looking at his girl.

“Eyeing my girl, cabrón?” Sad Eyes wasn’t playing, grabbing Ruby and holding him by his neck. She turned around at the commotion, immediately running towards the two of them.

“José, what the hell?! Let him go.” She tugs his shirt but he barely moves.

“She looked at me first I s-swear!” Ruby tries to defend himself as Sad Eyes’ grip tightens.

He chuckles menacingly, “Nah, mocoso, she ain’t interested in anyone else. If I catch you looking at her otra vez—“

She rolls her eyes, “Oh puh-lease, she’s not all that. Some guerita who clearly has no problem shaking her ass for everyone here.”

The group of freshman fairly quiet as they let her handle the situation, always saving their asses from any and every sort of trouble.

His head snaps to her, quickly letting go of Ruby, “What’d you just say?” He looks bewildered, hurt almost.

“You heard me.” She shrugs, throwing a sly wink to Ruby who looked less scared, averting her attention back to José.

“Yeah, you heard her.” Ruby tries to back her up, earning a harsh scowl from José that made him cower again.

“We gotta have a talk, me and you. Vamos. His attention leaving Ruby and leading her to the corner she stood before the commotion.

“What about?” She looks at him innocently.

“Whatchu said— you really mean that?” He watches as she rolls her eyes once more and looks towards the blonde.

“If I didn’t mean it, would she be dancing on that random ass puto right now?” She points her chin at the guerita grinding on a man that wasn’t Sad Eyes. His shoulders visibly slump, knowing the girl in front of him was right all along.

“And I know you’re not gonna try and stop her because she isn’t worth it, verdad?” She arches an eyebrow at him, knowing him too well.

Sad Eyes chuckles, “I hate that you’re always right, Diaz.” He wraps an arm around her shoulders, walking back to the front yard in tandem.

“Wanna get outta ‘ere?” He looks down at her, grinning softly.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” She smiles as he led them to his car.

“Won’t your little girlfriend get mad?” She taunts him as they settle into the old tattered leather seats that smelled just like him.

“Nah, she ain’t nothin’ to me anymore.” He starts the engine, driving along the fairly empty streets of Freeridge.

“I don’t think she ever was, José.” She sighs, rolling down the window to let the cool breeze of the night in.

They rode in silence for a some time, enjoying each other’s company and what could’ve been.

#sad eyes imagine #sad eyes drabble #sad eyes omb #ruby martinez #monse finnie #on my block imagine #on my block #steve villegas

[youare-mysonshine]

que malo (part 6) || oscar diaz

(gif is not mine. credit to owner♥️)

Summary: Reader cheats on her boyfriend with Oscar. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Warnings: 18+ cheating, smut, abusive/manipulative relationship, cussing. Attempted sexual assault.

Word Count: 8.2k

A/N: please please please, heed the warnings. This chapter contains an attempted sexual assault and the absolute last thing I want is for someone to be triggered. Please don’t read this part or proceed with caution if you do. I included song lyrics as I usually do, where the second song begins is where you wanna proceed with caution. I wrote this in a day. I didn’t like what I had originally written so I deleted it and started over and came up with this. Hope y’all like, and hope it makes up for the fact that I neglected Que Malo for like a week lmao.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

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How the hell did you ever pick me?

Honestly, I could sing you a song

But I don’t think words can express your beauty, it’s singing to me

How the hell did we end up like this?

You bring out the beast in me

I fell in love from the moment we kissed

Since then we’ve been history

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Days had passed since the incident with Carlos - you woke the next morning and thought that it had been a fever dream. That’s what it had felt like. A nasty, horrible, fever dream. Carlos slapping you, Oscar and the other Santos beating him up. But no. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you saw the evidence clear as day on your face. Your lip had a small cut on it and your cheek was a bit purple from where he’d hit you. You knew then that it wasn’t a fever dream. Everything was true. It had happened.

Here you were, a few days later and your wounds had started to go away. The bruise on your cheek wasn’t as visible, it was more a nasty yellowish color, but you could still faintly make it out on your skin. The cut on your lips had started healing as well, and you had to fight the urge to try and pick at the scab with your teeth and make it worse. Every time you looked at yourself in the mirror, looking at your healing wounds, your were just reminded of that beautiful day turned bad.

Carlos hadn’t tried making contact with you. Whereas he would blow your phone up with calls and text messages, things were completely radio silent on his end. He hadn’t shown up at your home, or your job either. The only person that you received text messages and calls from were from Oscar, and some of your coworkers and friends.

The day that you had gone back to your work, your coworkers had questioned you about your busted lip and bruised cheek. How exactly could you go about telling them that your boyfriend had slapped you? Your mother had always told you that dating Carlos would come back to bite you in the ass - he was a gang member. No matter how nice and charming he was in the beginning of your relationship, it never changed the fact that he was in a gang. He was a criminal.

Maybe that was why you had been acting a little distant with Oscar since the night that everything had happened. You weren’t necessarily ghosting him, you still replied to his text messages and a answered the phone when he called but you were a bit dry with him, a little enthusiastic.

It wasn’t as though your feelings for him had gone away, no. You still felt incredibly strongly for him but it was seeing that different side of him. Up until that night you had seen him in a different light. He was a smooth talker, he knew just what to say to get you smiling and blushing. You saw a side of him that you could bet most people didn’t exactly get to see. But then you saw Spooky.

Seeing the look on his face, in his eyes, as he landed punch after punch, kick after kick to Carlos. The amount of blood that had coated Carlos’ shirt - all his own. It had left your mind wondering, thinking of what else he was possibly capable of. I mean, that teardrop tattoo told you what he was capable of but.. your relationship with Carlos had started off amazing, great - you were happy and in love. Your relationship with Oscar hadn’t exactly started off as a normal relationship would. You didn’t have a normal relationship and you probably never would, but.. part of you felt a little fearful for how it could possibly turn out. Would it end up like you and Carlos? Had you just gotten yourself into another situation like with Carlos? You didn’t want to think like that but you couldn’t help it.

Oscar had noticed the shift between the two of you as well. At first he had chalked it up to what had gone down that night, Carlos slapping you - you had been completely shaken to the core that night. Shaking, trembling, unable to really even talk. He hadn’t wanted you to be alone that night, he had told you that you should spend the night at his house but you declined, telling him that you did want to be alone and despite him not liking it, he had driven you home. But over the course of the next couple of days, he had noticed the shift and distance between the two of you. It wasn’t like when you hadn’t spoken to him for 2 weeks, you still talked to him but things were just off.. it didn’t feel right. And Oscar would never outwardly admit it, but it worried him. He had let a few more days go by before he decided that he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew that asking you through text message or on the phone wouldn’t get him the answers that he wanted so he knew he had to do it in person.

You had just gotten home from your shift at work and you wanted nothing more than to just have a nice warm bath, a glass of wine. It was when you were getting ready to walk into your bathroom that you heard a knock on your front door. You found it a bit strange, considering that you hadn’t been expecting anyone. A little bit on edge as to who could possibly be at your front door - your mind drifted to Carlos for a brief second and you debating on even going over to the door, but decided to do so anyways.

“Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s me.” That familiar voice sounded from behind the front door. Your heart beat picked up ever so slightly and your brows furrowed - you and Oscar had been texting on and off throughout the day but he hadn’t told you that he’d be coming over. Nevertheless, you unlocked the door and pulled it open to reveal the man that had been the center of your happiness and confusion in the short time that you’d embarked on your forbidden relationship.

“Oscar.. what are you doing here?” You asked him, leaning against the door. You hadn’t seen him since that night at his house, since everything that had happened. And you certainly hadn’t expected for him to just show up at your place unannounced.

“I came to talk to you. Can I come in?” He asked, looking at you with a certain softness in his eyes. You hesitated for a few seconds but then finally relented, nodding your head. Oscar stepped inside your house and you shut the door behind him.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“You tell me, mamas.” Oscar spoke. He was looking at you like he was trying to analyze you, almost like he was trying to look into your very thoughts. Your felt your cheeks heat up, your hands become slightly clammy.

“What? What are you talking about?” You asked.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You’ve been acting weird with me since that night that everything happened. Wassup witchu?” He asked.

“Nothing is wrong, Oscar. Everything is fine-“ He gave you a look. His plump lips formed a thin line and he gave you a look that told you that he didn’t believe the bullshit you were spewing. You sighed, looking anywhere but him. You couldn’t keep it up anymore - you knew Oscar well enough to know that his stubborn ass wouldn’t leave until he got the truth out of you. Walking over to the couch, you plopped yourself down on the cushion and Oscar did the same, sitting beside you.

“Is it Carlos? He ain’t gonna bother you anymo-“

“No. No he hasn’t tried calling me or texting me or anything. It’s just..” You sighed, not knowing where exactly to start, how to go about the situation. However you said it or worded it was gonna be bad. “I.. I saw what you, Sad Eyes, Joker and the others did to him. I saw.. all the blood. Oscar, I.. was scared.”

His face hardened, in an instant. “You what? You were scared? Of me?” He asked, incredulously. “You were scared of me? After Carlos slapped you?”

Oscar’s entire person was one made up of anger and rage. It was the only thing that had fueled him. Kept him going. Anger at his mom for choosing drugs over her children, anger at his dad for abandoning him and Cesar. Anger at the fact that he’d forever be tied down to a gang that forced him to throw his hopes and dreams away. His first reaction to anything was always anger, getting mad, spewing hurtful words or hard punches.

“I-I.. No, I wasn’t scared of you. I just.. I had never seen you like that before, Oscar. I know everyone calls you Spooky. I know what that teardrop tattoo means but I just.. I had never seen you get like that before. I didn’t know what to think! I..”

“What I did to Carlos was because of you. It was for you. Did you think that I was just gonna let him get away with the shit that he did to you? He fuckin’ slapped you, Y/N!” Oscar exclaimed, voice rising an octave, anger brewing in those eyes of his. “This is who I am. That’s who I am. You knew that when you met. You knew what when you started fucking around with me.”

“I know! I know, Oscar! You think I don’t know what? I’m not trying to change you, I just.. seeing you like that.. When me and Carlos first started dating, everything was so perfect. I was so happy, I was.. in love. But.. then he changed. He turned into this person that I didn’t know.. I got scared of that, okay? I’m scared of the same thing happening all over again. With you.”

The look on Oscar’s face broke your heart and you instantly wished that you could take back the words that you’d said. The anger was gone in a split second, his eyes shone with something akin to sadness. He moved back an inch or two, staring at you with disbelief. “You’re think I’m gonna hit you? You think I’d do that to you?”

“I don’t.. Oscar..-“

“Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not scared of me.” He said. Your eyes met and you faltered for a few seconds and he scoffed, a bitter sound that you hated. “So then why are we even doing this, huh? If you’re scared of me?”

“Oscar please.. I trust you more than I trust anyone.” You began, tears welling up in your eyes. Despite all the uncertainty you felt, you didn’t want your relationship with Oscar to end. Seeing him, you knew you didn’t want it to end. But how could you take back your words? How could you take away the hurt you caused him? You just felt like shit altogether. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you or say that I’m afraid of you.. I just am afraid of what happened with me and Carlos will happen all over again. Our relationship didn’t exactly start off like a normal relationship would.” You said, a few tears falling down your cheeks, which you wiped away. “That side of you.. I had never seen that side of you. I mean, it’s one thing to have an image of something in your mind but to actually see it is completely different. I wanna be with you. I want to be with you. I told you this already and I’ll tell you again.. but.. Carlos ruined me..” You buried your face in your hands as more tears fell.

“Y/N..” Oscar’s face softened as you cried, face buried in your hands. He reached over, gently grabbing you by the arm and pulling you over to him.

“I never truly realized how bad until that night. I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to say it, but he did. I’m scared of doing this again with someone else because of everything he’s put me through. With him, I never knew what Carlos I was gonna get. Nice and loving Carlos or angry Carlos.. When I saw you like that.. I just.. freaked out. I know you did it for me, because of me. And it’s not like I want to feel this way, I just can’t help it.” You said, looking up at Oscar, your eyes meeting. He wasn’t looking at you with anger anymore, his eyes softer.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you.” He said, voice deep, but softer than it had been before. He reached out and swiped his thumb over your cheek, letting it ghost over the fading bruise on your skin. “I fuckin’ hate him for what he did to you. For how he’s making you feel. But mamas, you need to know that I’d never hurt you like he did. Never. I know my words probably mean shit to you, but I’m gonna show you.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, still looking deeply into your eyes. “I have to do shit for the Santos - shit that’s bad.. I’ve done stuff before,” He didn’t say but you knew. “But when it comes to you.. I’ll never hurt you. Not your body, not your heart.. Te lo prometo. I already told you that I was gonna show you how a real man loves his lady and I’m gonna do that.”

Oscar had gradually pulled your body over to his until you were sitting on his lap, his hands settled on your hips, meanwhile your own settled on his chest. Instead of saying anything, you just leaned down and pressed your lips against his in a soft kiss. He immediately kissed back, deepening the kiss ever so slightly. But it wasn’t sexual in the slightest. It was his reassurance to you that he’d keep his word. It was him showing you how much he truly did care about you.

“You just need to be patient with me - I need to learn what it’s like to be in a relationship again. How to be in a good relationship.”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby. I’m here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

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Maybe someday I’ll be just like you and,

Step on people like you do and run away all the people I thought I knew

I remember back then who you were

You used to be calm, used to be strong

Used to be generous but you should’ve known that you’d wear out your welcome

And now you see how quiet it is all alone

I’m so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger

Sick of you acting like I owe you this

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Weeks had passed by and everything had gone back to semi-normal. You and Oscar had continued your relationship and you were happy. After talking shit out with him, you had worked out your issues and you both promised to just come to each other whenever you both had any issues.

Of course, people still didn’t know about your relationship. You both agreed that it was for the best that people still didn’t know about you two dating given your relationship with Carlos. You and Carlos technically weren’t together anymore - Oscar had made damn sure that he knew the relationship was done. But it would still be scandalous for everyone to find out that you and Oscar were dating, especially to find out that you had cheated on Carlos with him. You knew how people would look at you. So you and Oscar had decided to put a pause on people knowing.

Carlos still hadn’t hit you up - no messages, no calls, no visits and for the first time in a while, you actually felt like you could breath. You didn’t have the constant worry or stress of him coming over and picking fights with you, or him blowing up your phone with a number of calls and text messages in quick succession. You felt liberated.

Except, there had been one thing that had been weighing on your mind - you had been feeling sick; nauseous. You’d wake up and throw up, sometimes you’d have intense nausea even though you’d yet to eat anything. Your boobs had grown increasingly sore and you’d grown incredibly fatigued for absolutely no reason at all. You worked, but you were more tired than usual. At first you had chalked being tired up to the fact that you and Oscar had been at it like rabbits, and you had assumed that maybe you were coming down with the stomach flu or something.

That is.. until you brought it up to one of your coworkers. You had told her that you were feeling increasingly sick and tired as of late and she had jokingly made a comment;

“You sure you’re not pregnant? You are looking a little rounder too. And you got that glow or whatever.”

She had been kidding, and you had laughed her comment off, shrugged it off because it couldn’t possibly be a possibility. It just couldn’t have been.. until you started think about it more and more.

The first time that you and Oscar had ever had sex had been about a month ago and you hadn’t used a condom. Several times followed that and no condom either. You and Oscar hadn’t exactly been diligent about using condoms - both of you were more concerned about getting each others clothes off and doing the damn thing. So when your coworker had jokingly brought up pregnancy, she had also inadvertently opened a can of worms in your heads. You had racked your brain, trying to remember the last time that you had gotten your period but you couldn’t remember. You hadn’t even marked it down.

You told yourself that you just completely glossed over it because you were all but swimming in cloud nine. But you knew that it wasn’t true. You hadn’t gotten your period, you were feeling sick, nauseous, tired more than usual. Pregnancy was definitely a possibility and it fucking terrified you. Part of you didn’t even wanna go to the store to buy a pregnancy test but the thought would eat away at you until you did.

So there you were, looking at all the pregnancy tests at your local drugstore. You had just gotten out of work late in the evening and figured you’d get the pregnancy test before you chickened out. You spent about a few minutes browsing them, trying to figure out which one to get, which one would give you the most accurate results. In the end, you had ended up buying 2 pregnancy tests, just to be absolutely sure.

On the way home, you kept stealing little glances and looks at the plastic bag sitting in your passenger seat, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself that it was real. But it wasn’t until you got home that the reality of the situation had finally hit you.

You were sitting on your toilet, the unopened pregnancy tests in your hands, and you were just staring at them, heart racing in your chest. Pounding so loud you could hear it in your ears. What the hell were you gonna do if you were pregnant? It wasn’t like you and Oscar had gotten to that point in your relationship where you talked about having kids together. Hell, you had just gotten together! And even then, you couldn’t be together together because of Carlos. Were you and Oscar even a couple? I mean.. you acted like you were a couple, but both of you hadn’t put a label on it. He called you his girl, but hadn’t explicitly said you were his girlfriend.

You knew that you wanted kids - you had always wanted kids, but you certainly wanted them when your life was a little more settled, when you were absolutely certain about your relationship. That’s not to say you weren’t certain about your relationship with Oscar but there was still so much left unsaid between the two of you. Did Oscar even want kids? With you?

Your mind was just conjuring up a million different thoughts and concerns but the only way to squash them all was by actually taking the tests, by getting the answer that would determine your entire future. So, opening one of the boxes, you pulled out the pregnancy test, gripping it in your hand so hard your knuckles began turning white. After getting your pants and panties down, you sat back down on the toilet and peed on the pregnancy test, setting it on the counter before doing the same with the other.

After you’d finished, you’d cleaned yourself up, washed your hands and then set a timer on your phone; five minutes. Those five minutes were quite possibly the longest five minutes of your life. You didn’t know what to do. You paced back and forth in your little bathroom, toyed with your fingers.

In the midst of your pacing, your mind went back to Oscar, who still had no idea any of this was going on. You hadn’t called him to tell him about it - you had thought about it for the simple fact that you were absolutely freaked out about it all and you just needed someone. But at the same time, you had wanted to deal with it alone at first. You wanted to find out before you did or didn’t say anything to him. But the one thing that you couldn’t get out of your mind was Oscar’s reaction if you were pregnant. How would he react?

“Fuck fuck fuck..” You muttered to yourself, screwing your eyes shut tight. Just when things had felt like they had gone back to normal.. of course this would happen. You mentally cursed yourself and Oscar for not being more careful, for not being diligent about being safe during sex.

The timer had gone off and when it did you physically jumped, your heart practically leaping into your throat. You turned the alarm off on your phone and pocketed it, walking over to the counter where you’d set them down. They were facedown, so you still couldn’t see what they said. Sparing a glance at yourself in the mirror, you saw just how nervous and frightened you looked. It wasn’t half of what you felt in that moment though. Looking down at the tests, you reached a shaky hand out and turned the first test around and felt as though all the breath had left your body.

Two lines.

Reaching for the other one, you turned it around and had the same reaction.

Positive.

They were both positive. You were pregnant. With Oscar’s baby.

“Fuck.. Shit!” Tears welled up in your eyes, your blurry vision stuck on the positive pregnancy test. You kind of already knew, you had the gut feeling ever since your coworker had mentioned it and you just couldn’t shake the feeling. But it was a completely different thing to actually had confirmation that it was indeed true. You were pregnant. It was Oscar’s child. And you had no idea what you were gonna do, how you were even gonna tell him about it.

Grabbing your phone from your back pocket, you brought the device up so you could see it, dialing the number of the one and only person you could think of at the moment. The one and only person you trusted besides Oscar.

“Hello?”

“Jose, are you busy?” You asked Sad Eyes, sniffling. The Santo heard the sniffle, sitting up, brows furrowed in concern.

“Just finished up some shit. Why wassup? You good?”

“Can you come over to my house, please? I just.. I need to talk to you about something. But you can’t tell Oscar. At least not yet..”

“Yeah. Yeah alright. I’ll be there soon.”

Sad Eyes didn’t know about you and Oscar but you just needed to tell someone about your ordeal, and if there was anyone you knew you could trust it was him. He wouldn’t go around spreading rumors, telling people your personal business and you knew that he’d never judge you either. He was someone who you considered a best friend. Maybe with his help, you’d figure out how to go about this fucked up situation.

The sound of knocks on your door caught your attention and let out a deep sigh. You knew that it absolutely could not have been Jose given the fact that you just got off the phone with him. “God damnit..” You said to yourself. You hoped that whoever it was would just leave but clearly they weren’t because another round of knocks was heard. Sighing again, this time a little more in annoyance, you absentmindedly shoved the pregnancy tests into your back pocket. Grabbing a toilet paper, you dabbed at your eyes, which had become slightly red.

Walking out of your bathroom, you headed over to the front door, annoyance clear as day on your face for whoever was interrupting your little pity party. You hadn’t even thought of asking who it was before you were wrenching that door open, revealing the one person you thought you would probably never see again. Just like it had when you saw the first pregnancy test, the air left your lungs and your heart leaped in your chest.

“Carlos..” You breathed out, your eyes conveying every feeling of shock that you could possibly feel at that moment.

“Hola nena.” He spoke, eyeing you carefully. Something about him seemed different, you couldn’t quite place it, but you didn’t like it. The vibes he was giving off gave you the creeps, gave you goosebumps. The same could be said for you thought - Carlos definitely noticed that there was something different about you. You had this certain glow about you. Your face looked a little rounder.. After the beatdown, he’d disappeared. He’d made it seem like he wad gone for good, but really he was just waiting for the right moment to see you. He wasn’t gonna give up that easily. Not when it came to you.

“What.. what are you doing here, Carlos? I..” You really had no words. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say? The last time that you had seen each other was the night that he had slapped you, the night that Oscar had left him practically swimming in a puddle of his own blood. But looking at him, there was absolutely no evidence of him having been beaten savagely. He had healed, just as you had. You’d healed physically but mentally and emotionally, you were still working on it.

“I wanted to come see you, bebe. I wanted to talk to you.” He said. “Can I come in?”

“We have nothing to talk about, Carlos. We’re.. we’re done. I.. You should go.” You said to him, feeling extremely proud of yourself. In the past, you’d always let him come back. He’d never gotten physical with you like he did that night, but it was borderline physical abuse - pushing you, shoving you, grabbing you hard enough to leave marks. Or he’d spew nothing but hate at you. Yet you had always let him back in. You always felt bad, always believed his apologies and thought that he really would change but you knew that he wouldn’t. Your eyes had finally been opened and you didn’t wanna go back to living in fear of what Carlos you’d be dealing with him. Not anymore.

“Y/N.. We need to talk. Please. I need to talk to you. Let me apologize for what happened that night. It’s the least you could do after what Spooky did.” And there it was - trying to guilt trip you.

“The least I could do? Carlos, there’s nothing you can say or do that will make me forgive you. You slapped me. You didn’t push me. You didn’t shove me. You didn’t grab me rough or hard. You slapped me. I had bruise and a split lip. I’m sorry but.. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to see you.. Not anymore. I.. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I can’t be with you anymore.”

It seemed that Carlos certainly did not like that because the look he gave you was nothing short of frightening. It was like this switched was flipped in his head - it was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. You had seen him mad plenty of times but this time.. it was different. You definitely did not like it. Not one bit.

“Oh, you don’t wanna be with me anymore? Why’s that, hm?” He asked, taking a step forward, closer to you, which prompted you to move to close the door. “You been hanging around the Santos? Oscar? He the one that tell you not to be with me anymore?”

“Carlos, you need to go. Please. I don’t want to fight. Just leave.” You said, hoping you’d get through to him at least this once and he’d leave. You’d hope that he’d leave without picking a fight but you knew better.

“Nah. I want you to look at me and fucking tell me why you don’t want to be with me anymore. I got my ass beat the fuck up because of you!” His voice raised and you jumped, stepping back slightly.

“Carlos-“

“Fucking tell me!” He slammed his hand against the door and this time you let out an audible gasp, eyes wide in fear.

“Okay, you need to leave. Now.” Without even waiting for him to respond, you tried shutting the door but he stopped you. He pushed it open with all his might, which sent you flying back from the force. Carlos forced his way into your house, shutting the door behind him. Though the door had completely closed all the way. But that was the least of your worries.

“Carlos.. p-please..” You hadn’t bothered trying to conceal the fear that you had in your voice, the absolute terror that you felt.

“You don’t want to be with me? Nah. You’re mine. I don’t give a fuck what Oscar says.”

“Carlos, leave. Now. I’m not playing any-“ You had reached into your back pocket to grab for your phone to call Jose, to tell him to get there faster, but as soon as you had pulled your cellphone out of your pocket, Carlos was racing forward. The sheer force in which he’d grabbed you caused you to drop your cellphone, the sound reverberating throughout the living room.

“Oh, you ain’t playin’ anymore? I ain’t playin’ either. Tell me why you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

“This is why! This! Look at you! Your’e fucking insane, Carlos. You are actually insane! I don’t love you anymore! I don’t want to be with you!” You were at you wits end. Despite the fear you felt, you were just incredibly frustrated as well. You were tired and you wanted him gone. You thought that you were done with him but evidently not. You tried pulling yourself from his grip but he tightened his hold on you to the point where it was becoming painful. “Let go!” You tried again to avail. “Leave or I’m gonna call the police, Carlos. Get out.”

Carlos said nothing. He let out a biter chuckle, nostrils flaring in anger, and then suddenly he pulled you to him and crashed his lips onto yours in a rough manner. Your teeth practically smacked against his and it took a few seconds for you to react but when you did, you pushed him away. He had managed to let go of you, so you slapped him across the face as hard as you could, your breathing hard and heavy, your eyes filling with tears that you refused to let fall.

His head turned to the side and you could see the redness appearing on his skin from where you’d hit him. Everything happened far too quick before your mind could even process it. It was like your body was moving on it’s own accord, like you had absolutely no control over what you were. In a split second, you were turning around and racing down the hall to your bedroom with Carlos hot on your heels. You ran into your room and immediately tried shutting the door, pushing your entire body weight against it to try and get it to close but Carlos had pushed his way through.

You were running on pure adrenaline as you fought against Carlos, and even though he wasn’t as big or as tall as Oscar, he was still certainly much more stronger than you and you were no match for him. And you had another thing on your mind; your baby. You were pregnant and you knew you needed to ensure your baby’s safety. Especially because of how early in your pregnancy you were.

“Carlos please. Stop!” Carlos had you pinned against the bed, his body on top of yours and the look in his eyes was absolutely devilish. His eyes were black, and his lips were curled back into a snarl. He almost looked like a rapid dog, ready to bite your face off at a moments notice. You thrashed wildly, tears falling freely down your cheeks, staining your skin.

“I’m gonna show you that you’re mine, bebita. You can’t get rid of me that easily..” He spoke in a hauntingly, spine chilling tone. He leaned down and kissed you again, which had you trying to turn your head, anything to break the kiss. While his lips moved down your neck, his hands moved down your body. He squeezed your breath through your shirt and you cried out, begging him to stop.

“Please s-stop. I won’t tell anyone.. I promise please..” You cried, voice coming out weak and shaky.

“Shh.. shh.. No llores.. This is gonna be good..” He said. His hands continued roaming down your body until he came upon your hips. He squeezed you ever so slightly then slithered his hands under your ass. It was at that moment that you froze, the realization hitting you like a brick straight to the face.

The pregnancy tests were still in your back pocket.

And it seemed that Carlos had felt them too because he stopped moving. You tried desperately to break free him but he pinned you down and pulled the items out of your back pocket. He stared down at the pregnancy tests. The positive pregnancy tests. And if he wasn’t angry before, then he was certainly angry now. The look in his eyes terrified you. Terrified you more than anything ever had before. You didn’t know what to do. You just knew you needed to break free from him. You knew you needed to get out of there.

“Carlos..”

Slap. His palm collided with your face, the sickening sound reverberating throughout the room. It had left you stunned. It felt even stronger than the one on the night that Oscar had beaten his ass.

“You’re.. You’re pregnant?”

You said nothing, your mind fuzzy and blurry from the hit to your face. But he grabbed your chin in a painful vice grip, forcing you to look at him. His face was mere inches away from yours.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked once more. “Fucking answer me. Now.”

You nodded your head, hot bullet tears slipping down your face. You knew it wasn’t Carlos’ baby. Carlos knew it wasn’t his baby. The two of you hadn’t had sex in such a long time it couldn’t possibly have been his child. The one secret you had wanted to keep hidden from everyone, most of all him, was now exposed. He knew you had been unfaithful and the terror you felt couldn’t be matched by absolutely anyone.

“You fucked someone else?”

“Carlos-“

Another slap.

“Answer me! Who was it?!”

“P-Please.. Carlos..”

“Who. Was. It?”

You just shook your head, unwilling to give up that information because you were absolutely positive that he’d kill you if you told him Oscar was the father of your unborn baby. But it seemed your unwillingness to answer his question infuriated him further. His hand wrapped like a coil around your throat and squeezed. You reached a hand up, desperately clawing at it to try and get him to let go of you. You couldn’t breath, your lungs were burning, desperate for air. Your eyes watered.

“You cheating fucking slut. You give me shit but you’re over here spreading your legs for someone else? Fucking puta desgraciada.”

You wheezed, trying to say something but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t get the words out. You were practically seeing stars already and you were feeling like you were on the brink of just closing your eyes and losing unconsciousness.

Jose had just pulled up to your house when he saw a very familiar car parked a few houses away, trying to seem inconspicuous. But he recognized it almost immediately and he was suddenly on high alert. As soon as the car was turned off, he was peeling his seat belt off and pushing the door open. He was out of his car faster than lightening and making his way up to your front door.

As the tall Santo got closer and closer, he could just feel as though something wasn’t right. He couldn’t put his finger on it but something just seemed off. It was them that he noticed the front door was opened just a crack. He pushed it open, eyes darting around the living room.

“Y/N?” He called your name out, receiving no answer. He stepped into your home and saw no sign of you anywhere. But he saw your phone lying on the ground. He walked over and bent down, picking it up.

It was then that he heard male voice come from down the hall. An angry, familiar, male voice. Setting the phone down on the small coffee table near him, Jose raced down the hall. The noise was coming from your bedroom so that was where he went. And what he saw had his blood boiling.

“Hey!”

Carlos was on top of you, hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing so tightly he could see your eyes beginning to close. The Santo wasted absolutely zero time in grabbing Jose by the back of the shirt and pulling him off of you. Carlos had been stunned by the sudden action, not expecting anyone else to have arrived, so when Jose began punching him, landing hit after hit, he just laid there and took it.

Meanwhile, you were coughing, greedily breathing in huge gulps of air as you tried to compose yourself. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t calm down. You were freaking out. You were shaking like a leaf. You were crying. You were panicking. You didn’t even want to think of what would’ve happened if Jose hadn’t shown up when he did but you were just thankful that he had. You were thankful for the fact that you had called him in the first place.

“Hey hey hey.. it’s okay. It’s okay.. Come here.” Jose had shifted his attention to you, Carlos laying on the floor of your bedroom, writhing in pain, groaning as blood flowed from his nose. It was just like that night all over again. But this time.. you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad. You felt nothing except fear. Disgust.

Jose reached out to you but you pushed him away and pushed yourself off of your bed, feeling the bile rise up your throat. You ran into your bathroom on shaky legs, all but collapsing on the floor in front of the toilet. You spilled your guts out, tears streaming down your face as you did so. You were a mess, you looked like a mess, but you didn’t care.

Jose pulled his phone out of his pocket, calling Oscar to tell him about what had happened and who had shown up, going to follow you into the bathroom to help you out. But it was then that the two pregnancy tests on the bed had caught his attention. He reached out, grabbing both of them and looking at them.

You were pregnant.

Jose stuffed the pregnancy tests into his pocket when he heard Oscar’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Que onda?”

“You need to get to Y/N’s house. Now. Some shit just happened. Carlos showed up. She ain’t too good right now. I got her but.. you need to get here.”

Oscar had never moved so fast in his entire life. He was up and in his car in seconds, as well as some of the Santos that were chilling at his house, peeling out of the driveway so quickly that the tires had screeched against the pavement. The engine rumbled as he drove down the street. Sad Eyes hadn’t told him exactly what had happened but all he knew was that he needed to get to you, to make sure that you were good, that you were okay. But that anger he felt had his gripping the steering wheel in a grip so tight he couldn’t broken it if he squeezed any tighter.

As soon as Oscar got to your house, he wasted not a single second in shutting the engine off, climbing off and racing up the path that led to your front door, the other Santos following behind him. Your front door was open as as he stepped through the threshold, his eyes fell on your distraught form sitting on the couch with Jose beside you, tears following down your cheeks.

As soon as you caught sight of Oscar, you pushed yourself off of the couch and rushed over to him, crashing into his body, all but falling against him as you hugged him. The tattooed Santo wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and tight. He didn’t care about people not knowing about you two anymore. He was more concerned with making sure you were okay. He would deal with everything else later. You were shaking like a leaf, crying hard, and hanging onto him for dear life. You were terrified.

“Hey, hey look at me..” You pulled away from him ever so slightly and looked up at him as instructed, the look in your eyes breaking his heart. You had cried far too much for his liking. He hated seeing you cry. He hated it. But then he caught sight of the reddening mark on your cheek. The handprint on your throat. Oscar pushed your hair away from your neck and got a better look and didn’t bother hiding the anger, the absolute murderous look shining in his eyes.

“He did this to you?” He asked, voice deep, spine chilling. You nodded. “What happened?”

“H-He.. He came over.. He tried apologizing to me, told me he wanted to talk about what happened that night he slapped me but I don’t him he needed to go. I told him that we had nothing to talk about. I told him that I didn’t want to be with him anymore.. He just, he pushed his way in here and freaked out on me.. He.. I slapped him, I ran to my bedroom and tried shutting the door but he pushed it open.. pinned me against the bed and..” You trailed off, your voice breaking, your eyes watering with more unshed tears.

Oscar’s jaw clenched, his face screwing up in a murderous scowl, anger written all over his entire body. He turned his attention to Sad Eyes. “Where is he?”

“The room. Knocked his ass out pretty good. He ain’t going nowhere.”

Oscar nodded at the Santos lingering behind him, motioning for them to head into the bedroom. They all did as instructed, walking past you, Oscar and Sad Eyes, heading into your bedroom where your ex-boyfriend laid. You knew what was coming. You knew what his fate would be. But this time.. you felt no remorse.

“Take her to my house, yeah?” The other tall Santo nodded his head, heading for the door. However, you stayed firmly planted, in Oscar’s arms. He looked down at you, brushing some hair away from your face. “I’m sorry this happened mamas. Again.” He spoke, his voice softening ever so slightly, but you could still hear the edge in it. He was desperate to get back there and show Carlos what happens when you disobey him, when you fuck with the people he loves. The woman he loves. “Sad Eyes is gonna take you to my house and I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay? Everything’s gonna be okay.”

For a split second you debated on telling Oscar about your pregnancy but you knew it wasn’t the place nor the time. And quite frankly, you just wanted to be out of there. You wanted to be far, far away from Carlos. So you nodded your head. “Please be careful.”

After promising you that he would be careful, after telling you he’d see you at his house later on, you soon found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of Jose’s car, still slightly trembling, your mind racing with everything that had happened in the short amount of time. You had found out you were pregnant. Carlos had come back and attacked you, strangling you. You were exhausted. Mentally, physically and emotionally.

The car ride was silent for the most part; Jose knew you had nothing to really say and he wasn’t gonna push the subject. But there was one thing weighing on him and he had to bring it up. “I found something,” He spoke up as he got closer to Oscar’s house. You turned your head to look over at him, eyes red and swollen.

“What?” You asked. Removing one hand from the steering wheel, he reached in his pocket and pulled out the pregnancy tests that had fallen on your bed after Carlos had pulled them out of your back pocket. Your heart sank into your stomach when you realized what they were, when you realized that he knew you were pregnant.

“Jose.. I..” You took the pregnancy tests in your hands as he handed them to you, the sticks feeling like they were heavy weights in your hands. All you could do was stare at them, refusing to look at him.

“It’s not Carlos’, is it?”

“It’s Oscar’s.” You muttered softly, still refusing to meet his eyes. You reached Oscar’s house soon enough, Jose parking the car and coming to a stop. But even as he turned the vehicle off, neither of you got out just yet. You both just sat there, in silence, you looking down at the pregnancy tests in your hands.

“Does Oscar know?”

“No. I just found out today. That’s why I called you. I wanted to talk to someone and I knew that I could trust you. But then Carlos got there and well.. you know..” You said softly. “He found the pregnancy tests. I had them in my back pocket and he.. felt them. He knows the baby isn’t his because we haven’t had sex in a long, long time. He kept asking me and asking me who’s it is but I didn’t tell him anything.. I.. I don’t know what to do, Jose. I.. Oscar and I.. our relationship is complicated. We haven’t even actually called each other boyfriend and girlfriend. What if he doesn’t even want to be a dad? What if he doesn’t want to have a baby with me?”

“He cares about you, Y/N. Trust. The way he gets? I ain’t ever seen him get like that with anyone before. The way he looks at you when you’re around.. that vato loves you already.”

You finally lifted your head up, eyes meeting Jose’s. “How do you know?”

“Cause he looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world.” Jose said. “Everyone knows that Carlos ain’t shit. The way he treated you? That shit don’t fly. And me.. well, yo me siento culpable. I feel guilty for ever introducing you to him.”

You shook your head, sighing softly. “No. Don’t feel bad. Please, don’t. You didn’t know. I didn’t know. In the beginning shit with Carlos was great but something changed. But it’s not your fault, Jose. You saved me tonight. If you hadn’t gotten there when you did then.. he would’ve.. he would’ve done much worse to me. So thank you.”

Jose gave you small smile, reaching over and giving your shoulder a small squeeze.

“You gotta tell Oscar though, nena. You know that I got your back. I ain’t gonna tell him anything if you don’t want me too but.. just be honest with him.”

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First Date with Sad Eyes Would Include

(Credit goes to original poster)

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Warnings: Mention of a gang.

A/N: This is the seventh work for my first follower milestone celebration. I’ve really been loving On My Block lately, so I decided to write this. Hope you enjoy! :)

Sad Eyes’ name will be Francisco in this and future fics. Someone on Tumblr came up with it, but I can’t remember who. Credit goes to them!

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Sad Eyes seems like the thoughtful type, so he’d definitely try to plan the date around your preferences.

A café, movie theater, the mall, staying home and chilling, etc. Whatever your preference is, is fine by him.

The one thing Sad Eyes insists on is getting something to eat.

He’ll take you to a hole in the wall restaurant he found. He swears that they have the best food in Freeridge.

Francisco isn’t the most talkative person in the world, so he really tries to make up for that when you two are sitting and eating together.

He’ll mention a little about his life (minus the gang), what some of his goals are, and random stories. He’s very engaging, so he’ll ask you a lot of questions. Francisco silently catalogues them for future reference.

You’ll quickly find out that there’s more to Sad Eyes than you thought.

His dry humor surprises you at first because he seemed so reserved when you first met.

Throughout the date, he’ll flash you small smile sand will occasionally compliment you. His interest in you is very clear.

By the time the date is over, you’re definitely going to be feeling special.

Sad Eyes isn’t one to beat around the bush. He’ll let you know that he had a good time and wants to see you again.

When you both decide to end the date, Francisco will give you a small kiss and asks you to text him that you got home safely.

Who knew Francisco ‘Sad Eyes’ Guzman could be so charming?

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Jealous Type || Sad Eyes

Summary: Reader x Sad Eyes, Sad Eyes gets jealous as he watches the Reader flirt at a party.

Warnings: Language, nasty smut

Word Count: 1,826

A/N: For @sadeyesbabymama Thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long! Hope you like it!

You were dancing with your girls, letting the sound of the music fill your ears and release all of the tension and frustration you had been feeling lately. Your boyfriend and you had gotten into an argument on the way to the party you were currently at. You were annoyed with the way he acted whenever you two went out; he barely talked to you whenever you guys were around his homies. You knew it was somewhat an act, he had a reputation to keep as a member of the Santos, one of the gangs in Freeridge. But sometimes you just wanted to be able to dance with your boyfriend at parties.

You glanced around the yard, only partially paying attention to whatever you friends were laughing about, your eyes locked on your boyfriend, Sad Eyes as everyone called him, he was watching you move, bitting his bottom lip. You smiled at him and beckoned for him to come over and dance but he only shook his head and returned to the conversation he was having with a few Santos members.

You knew there wasn’t a chance he would actually come dance but it still hurt. So when some guy started dancing closer to your group and asked your name you didn’t wave him away like you normally would.

“Y/N” you said, flashing a smile in his direction.

“You’re a great dancer, Y/N” he said, smiling and moving closer in front of you so that only a few inches of space were between you two.

Your friends gave you confused looks but you ignored them and continued to dance. Your gaze flickered over to where Sad Eyes was standing, only he was no longer there. You started searching the crowd for him. Where could he have gone? You thought to yourself.

“You’re pretty sexy Mami,” the man in front of you said as he placed a hand on your hip, starting to draw you in closer to him. “You should let me take you home tonight.”

Before you could respond the man was yanked backwards, away from you. Your eyes trailed from the hand around his neck up to the face of your very angry boyfriend.

“You trying to dance with my girl?” Sad Eyes asked, getting in the guys face. The Santo towered over the stranger and held a tight grip in the guy, his other hand balled into a fist; ready to hit the guy.

“I, I didn’t know she had boyfriend” he stuttered, throwing his hands up and straining against Sad Eyes’ grip.

You slowly approached your boyfriend and placed an hand on his shoulder “baby, lets just go” you said to him.

His gaze flickered to you “you didn’t let this pendejo know you were taken?”

You shrugged your head “everyone know I’m yours right?” You said back, raising a brow and crossing your arms. “Lets go home”

Sad Eyes brought his fist up, punching the guy in the gut, then pulled him in close “I don’t ever want to see you around here again, tu sabe?” He said through clenched teeth. The guy took off running towards the front yard.

Sad Eyes glanced at you before turning to walk towards the front, where he had parked his car. “Come on” he called over his shoulder. You hurried to catch up, following him to the car.

The ride home was quiet. You watched Sad Eyes tighten his hands on the steering wheel and his jaw tighten. You couldn’t lie to yourself, seeing how angry he had gotten had turned you on and you knew that your panties were wet with arousal as you replayed what had happened in your head.

You followed Sad Eyes into the house you shared. You had just closed the door when you felt him move to stand behind you. You turned so your back was against the door and stared up at him.

Sad Eyes brought his hands up,placing them against the wall on either side of you “why you always gotta start shot like that?”

“It’s nice to get attention sometimes, especially when my boyfriend ignores me all the time” you said defiantly.

Sad Eyes’ jaw twitched as he stared down at you “so you want his attention?”

You shrugged your head in response.

“You want him to touch you? To fuck you?” He continued, learning down so that is lips were by your ear. His words sent a shiver through your body arousing you.

“No Mamas no one can make you feel as good as I can and you know it” he nibbled on your neck and you felt your knees weaken.

“Let me hear you say it Mamas” he said “tell me I’m the only one who knows how to please you” he began sucking on your neck, racking his teeth across the sensitive skin and you knew there would be a mark left behind.

It took you a moment to find your voice, “you’re the only one who can make me feel good baby” you said, your voice sounded breathless in your ears.

Satisfied with your words and the darkening mark on your neck he moved his lips down and repeated his motions creating another mark. Sad Eyes brought his hands down cupping you ass and pressing against you. You moaned and arched your back, pressing your chest against him. His hands moved down to your bare thighs and back up under your dress. You felt him hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and he began to slide them down your legs. Your panties hit the floor and you stepped out of them.

You brought your arms up, wrapping them around Sad Eyes’ neck, and drew him down toward you. His lips met yours in a fierce kiss, he bit your lip and you let out a moan allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You tongues move against each other, both of you fighting for control of the kiss. Sad eyes gripped your thighs and lifted you off of the ground. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and felt his pants rub against your exposed core. The friction causing you to moan again.

Sad Eyes brought a hand away from your thigh and pressed two fingers against your folds, slowly rubbing up and down in your wetness.

“Do you think he can make you this wet?” Sad Eyes asked

When you didn’t answer he continued, “no, no one can make you this wet but me. Tu sabe?” He pushed his two fingers into your pussy and used his thumb to continue rubbing against your clit. You moaned as his fingers entered you and pressed your forehead against his.

Sad Eyes watched you as you closed your eyes in pleasure. “This pussy belongs to me” he growled out and you nodded your head, breathing hard. “Say it, say this pussy belongs to me”

You groaned, biting your lip “it’s yours papi”

“What is?” He smirked speeding up his movements, feeling you clit throbbing against his thumb.

You could feel your stomach tighten as his fingers pumped faster into you. You dug you nails into his shoulder, “this pussy belongs to you papi”

“That’s right Mami” Sad Eyes said as he brought his mouth down to your cleavage exposed at the low neckline of your dress. He sucked on the skin intending to leave more marks on the skin.

Your moans came faster, your legs trembled where they wrapped around his waist and Sad Eyes knee you were close to your orgasm. “Now everyone will know you belong to me when they look at you” he said watching as the marks on your chest darkened against your skin.

You couldn’t take it anymore, it was all too much, between Sad Eyes words and his hand fast at work between your legs. Your stomach tightened and walls clenched around his fingers as you came, yelling out his name as the sensation washed over you.

Sad eyes slowed his movements and then removed his hand. You were breathing hard and leaned your head against his shoulder, watching as Sad Eyes moved his hand down to unbutton his pants. You reached down and helped push his pants down his hip letting his erection spring out.

You took Sad Eyes’ cock into your hand and started pumping up and down his length, letting your thumb swipe across his tip and feeling the pre cum dripping from it. A throaty moan escaped Sad Eyes’ mouth and he watch your hand on him. You guided his cock towards your pussy and rubbed the tip against your folds, watching as your juices wet his cock.

Sad Eyes put his hand over yours and guided the tip of his cock to your entrance. He slowly pushed in, feeling you stretch around him. You moaned and watched as he enter you until he was filling you.

“No one can fill you like this Mami, remember that” he said as he began to move, pounding into you. Your back hitting the wall over and over again with each of his thrusts. He was breathing hard and sweat visible against his skin. You felt your eyes roll back as he thrust deeper into you hitting your core with each thrust.

Sad Eyes dug his fingers into your thighs, he felt your body shaking against his and moved faster. You were moaning and yelling out his name.

“You’re mine” Sad Eyes growled in you ear, feeling you tighten around his cock. He felt heat grow in his stomach and knew he was close to coming. Placing a hand back between your legs he began to rub your still throbbing clit. Your legs tightened around him and you couldn’t hold on anymore as your second orgasm hit.

“I’m cumming papi” you screamed out, digging your nails into his back as you started to pulse around his cock.

Sad Eyes’ thrusts became more rapid as he felt you cumming around him and he let his own orgasm take over, coming inside of you. He slowly pulled out and watched as his cum dripped out of you, down your thighs.

Sad Eyes set you back down on the ground and held on to your waist as you caught your breath. Your legs were shaking and you weren’t sure you could actually stand without his support.

Sad Eyes leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“No more flirting with guys. You’re mine” he said against your lips.

You smirked pulling away slightly to look up at him “but making you jealous is so much fun” you said laughing lightly.

You squealed as you were suddenly lifted up over Sad Eyes’ shoulder and he took off towards the bedroom

“I guess you need another lesson in what happens when I catch you flirting around” he said as you laughed, anticipating the long night the two of you had ahead of you.

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Believe Me (Sad Eyes X Reader) - Part Two

Gif by @merakiaes

A/N: This imagine was requested! Read Part One to understand: Part One

Imagine Based On: Can I request where you and sad eyes just had a baby girl named Valentina and one day sad eyes gets told that Valentina isn’t his but it’s not true, and he finds out that he’s been told lies about Valentina not being is, because he took a dna rest turns out he’s 99% the father and he comes and try to make up for it, but reader makes him work for it. Is there a way it can be a happy ending??

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Recap:

"I love you Y/N." said Sad Eyes but you didn't respond for the first time. 

Sad Eyes turned back straight and slowly closed the front door on him. 

Once you heard the door shut, you quickly ran to your bed that you used to share with him. You dropped on it as you started to cry the tears of your tears out.

Who knew one DNA test could ruin a whole new family in just a few minutes.

Part Two:

"Mommy," said Valentina and you quickly stopped watching a Netflix show and went over to your daughter and her toys around her to play.

"What is it, honey?" you asked and Valentina turned around and grabbed a frame with a picture in it.

You grabbed it and you saw Sad Eyes kissing you in your wedding dress on the cheek after being wed about two years ago.

You look up and you see Valentina making a sad face. Your heart started to hurt in pain for Valentina because she hasn't seen him in three months.

Yep. It was Valentina's birthday today and you and Sad Eyes were planning a first birthday for her. Due to everything that went down, it will be a small party for her today with your family later on today.

"Daddy." said Valentina sadly and your eyes widened a little bit by what you saw in Valentina's eyes. You start to see Sad Eyes in them and your heart starts to hurt again.

You still love him after what he did. You know he didn’t do it on purpose but it was still shady that he didn’t believe you and did it behind your back. 

You know you have to become strong and be there for Valentina. It's been hard these last three months being by yourself and taking care of her.

It was also hard falling asleep without the guy you love but you can't be falling into his arms again. 

"I know you miss him. Come here." you said and you reach over to grab Valentina and hold her in your arms.

You started to rock her and her eyes slowly started to close until they were completely shut ending in her falling asleep.

You got up from the floor and put her in her crib carefully in her room. You give her a kiss on the head and Valentina did a small smile, making your heart melt.

You carefully walked out of her room and shut her door quietly. You walked back into the living room and started cleaning her toys off of the floor with memories with Sad Eyes starting flowing in your mind.

You miss him so much. You want to be in his arms right now. He didn't believe you, making you come back to cold hard reality.

Once you were finished, you got a message on your phone. You opened it to see it was from Spooky.

Spooky🖤: come over. bring Valentina too.

You: why? 

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You: Spooky?

You sighed because Spooky wasn't responding. You looked back at Valentina's room and growled because you just put her to sleep.

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A few minutes later, you arrived with Valentina still sleeping in your arms at Spooky's house in confusion. You guess it was one of the rare days you don't see the gang hanging out in the front yard.

You knocked and a moment later, Spooky opened the door and you felt Valentina being taken out of your arms.

"Spooky! What are you doing with Valentina?! Give her back!" you whispered, screaming at him because she was still sleeping.

"Don't worry, I got her." said Spooky. 

Before you could speak again, Oso quickly put the blindfold over your eyes without you realizing he was behind you.

"Oso?! Spooky, what the h*ll?!" you shouted as you tried to take off the blindfold off of your eyes but it was too tight on you.

A moment later, Valentina woke up and she started to cry. Spooky quickly calmed her down by bouncing her a bit in his arms, making her stop.

"Shh. It's okay. It's just uncle Spooky." said Spooky and Valentina smiled and giggled, making Spooky do a little smile.

"Spooky, get this off of me now!" you demand as you still tried to take it off.

"Nah. Just grab Oso's hand and follow him in his footsteps." said Spooky and he opened the door a bit wider. He let Oso and you enter the house.

A few moments later, you stopped walking and Oso let go of your hand.

"You ready, Y/N?" asked Spooky and you turned your head to his voice.

"Yes! Get this off of me!" you said and Oso took the blindfold off of you.

Your eyes widened to see you were in the backyard with everybody you know yelling surprise.

You turned your head to see a banner saying "Happy One Year Valentina" and gifts for her underneath on a table.

"Oh my gosh. You guys did all of this for Valentina?!" you said, surprised as you walked in front of everyone with happy tears started to come down your eyes. You thought you would have to do a small party today for her. 

"Yeah. We did but one certain someone planned all of this." said Spooky walking up to you.

"Who? Ruby?"

"Sadly, no. I wanted to. Could've made this even better." said Ruby with an upset face and crossing his arms against his chest. 

"Then who planned this?" you asked in front of everyone.

"I did, my reina."

You turn your head to the voice and see Sad Eyes coming out of the crowd and going towards you.

It was the first time you saw him in person ever since that night. You started to breathe heavily.

"Hey...reina, please. Calm down." said Sad Eyes, looking at you as he continued to get closer to you but you stepped back.

"I'm fine just...it's the first time I've seen you." you said softly. 

"I know. You look...beautiful." said Sad Eyes taking another step closer to you but you stepped back again.

"Thanks I guess." you said trying to avoid eye contact with him.

" I miss you Y/N. So much." said Sad Eyes looking at you deep. You slowly look back up at him to see his eyes begging for forgiveness from you.

"I'm so sorry. These rumors and predictions got into my head and it got me thinking if Valentina was actually mine." said Sad Eyes.

"She has the same smile and eyes as you!" you said and Sad Eyes looked from you to Valentina to see a small smile on her face like his. 

"You should've talked to me about it." you said as you felt your heart beating out of your chest full of hurt and disappointment for him.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I threw this whole party for not only my daughter but for you. You're been the most wonderful wife in this whole world and I could've asked for a better mother for my daughter. I begged you to forgive me for what I did." said Sad Eyes looking into your eyes with consent. 

He bends down on one knee and looks up at you with his eyes staring into your eyes begging for forgiveness.

You started to hesitate because you didn't know what to say. You turn to Valentina still trying to get out of Spooky's arms and go over to her father on the ground, happy to see him again.

"Daddy!" said Valentina and Sad Eyes turned to her and gave her a small wave where she waved back with her little right hand.

Your heart melts at the interaction with them. You realize what you need to do. For Valentina.

"Sad Eyes?" you asked and he quickly looked back up at you.

"I'll forgive you but I won't forget. For Valentina. Only because she needs her dad in her life." you said with a serious face and Sad Eyes stands up and looks down at you with a smile. 

"But for us, you have to earn that back. I'm not saying I love you until I think you deserve it." you said and looked at him with your arms crossed against your chest.

"Oh course. I'll take it. I'll do anything to be with you again. I love you so much." said Sad Eyes and he grabbed both of your hands with his. 

Just feeling his hands made you start to feel a way. It’s been a long time since you felt his touch.

Sad Eyes pull your right hand up with his left hand and  slowly kisses it as he looks into your eyes deep. His stare just made your heart skip a beat.

"Well um, how about you go say hi to your daughter? She misses you." you said quickly backing up and getting out of Sad Eyes's touch.

Sad Eyes looked at you for a few moments and nodded. He walked over to Valentina and took her out of Spooky's arms.

Valentina smiled and started to hug Sad Eyes happily to see her father again. You smiled at them as the music started the party trying so hard not to take a photo of them.

Oh course you failed miserably so you quickly took a photo of them quickly so nobody don't notice.

-

A few hours later, you close Valentina's door and walk into the bedroom. You see Sad Eyes in bed sitting up with a small box in front of him.

"Um, I got you something and I think you may like it." said Sad Eyes, kinda stuttering which made you giggle because you like when he's nervous.

You sat next to him and took the box from him to open it.

You gasped to see a gold necklace that says "Valentina" in diamonds. You looked at him with your eyes widened.

"You did not-"

"Oh yes I did. For you. You deserve it." said Sad Eyes and you slowly start to look at the details of the necklace.

You took the necklace out of the packaging and started to put it on but you couldn't. Before you could even ask, Sad Eyes took the necklace by the lock and put the necklace on for you.

Your heart skips a beat as you feel his touch again through his fingers once he grabs the necklace. He went behind you to put it around your neck. 

You got up and looked at the full length mirror at the corner of the bedroom to see the necklace.

"It's so beautiful." you said looking at the necklace through the mirror.

"Just like you." said Sad Eyes walking behind you to see the necklace on your neck through the mirror.

"Thanks." you said looking at him through the mirror and he nodded. 

A moment later, you gasped as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your stomach. Your heart skips a beat again as you see Sad Eyes close to your body through the mirror.

"Is this fine?" asked Sad Eyes and you nodded. It's crazy he still makes you feel this way after everything that went down.

"How am I doing?" asked Sad Eyes through the mirror, referring to working on your relationship. His jaw was sitting on your right shoulder. 

"I love you. I'm sorry for what I did." said Sad Eyes looking deep into your eyes, trying to make everything better again.

"It's okay. I still love you." you said, caressing his left cheek, making him gain a pink blush.

"Really?" asked Sad Eyes and you nodded.

"You found the perfect way to make things right again. You made our daughters first birthday special." you said and Sad Eyes smiled.

"Thanks. I was just finding the perfect way to get both of you back. I miss both of you so much. It was so hard not wanting to come here and talk to you everyday begging for you to take me back." said Sad Eyes. 

Sad Eyes starts to look from your eyes down to your lips slowly and back up to your eyes.

He slowly starts to close his eyes and lean to you with his lips until you stop him with your right finger.

"You don't own that yet, baby." you said and Sad Eyes chuckled underneath his breath.

"It was worth the try. I miss our kisses." said Sad Eyes looking at you with a pout face.

"Well keep working on that. You ain't getting nothing until you deserve them." you said with a sassy tone, causing him to look at you crazy.

"Come on Y/N. You gotta be missing my kisses too." said Sad Eyes.

"In your dreams." you said and you walked out of the bedroom, leaving him with his jaw dropped at your response.

"Wow. It's like that now uh?" asked Sad Eyes with a smirk.

"Yep. Now come watch a movie with me and get me snacks." you shouted in the living room as you sat on the couch getting comfortable.

"Yes, my reina." said Sad Eyes with a grin and turned off the lights in the bedroom and walked into the kitchen to get snacks.

You and Sad Eyes watched movies all night and started talking to each other again like you guys never went on a break.

Eventually, Sad Eyes earns a kiss again from you after putting in effort into your relationship and it's better than ever.

You and Sad Eyes couldn't be more happier than being together again while raising Valentina together as a family.

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[commandersheda]

Jail Birds Pt. I | Sad Eyes x Original Female Character

Summary: Sad Eyes meets a girl who finally intrigues him in the weirdest of places. 

Warnings: Language 

Word Count: 1,026

Author’s Note: This is my first published Sad Eyes work, as I usually stick to writing Oscar fanfiction, but I’ve slowly started falling in love with Sad Eyes as well and wanted to write for him! This is part one to a series, so don’t worry more is coming! How soon depends on how many people wanna read more and how much inspo I have to write lmao but I hope you all enjoy

PS: I’m not a native Spanish speaker so I apologize for any incorrect translations I do my best to get the most accurate translations I can find :)

Sad Eyes didn’t give much thought to relationships. His day life was entirely too busy to focus on something as seemingly trivial as a girl. But at night, when he laid in his bed all alone, staring at the ceiling, he would imagine a woman. A woman he could love. A woman that would love him back - maybe even give him a few kids. 

He thought about where he would meet her. He only traveled to a limited number of places in Freeridge. Oscar’s house, pick up spots, the warehouse when Oscar requested his presence, the park when the rest of the Santos felt like fucking around and Oscar told them to fuck off to somewhere else, the corner store and on Sundays the farmer’s market with his madre. Maybe, he thought, he’ll see her in the park one day. Or he’ll drive by her on the way to Jefferson street with Toro. 

Not once in the darkness and emptiness of his room did he ever think he’d meet her in jail. 

But there he was on a Friday night, slouched on the hard bench, his head resting against the brick wall when the cell door clanked open. He turned his head to see the new arrival - a woman - dressed in light ripped jeans and a red blouse that fell off of the shoulder. She was carrying her heels as she walked in the cell. Her hair was wild, the curly brown hair now frizzy and sticking out in all directions. Her makeup smudged. 

She didn’t pay Sad Eyes any mind as she shuffled over to the bench opposite of him. She dropped her shoes down and plopped onto the seat. The gross fluorescent lights flickered on her brown skin. Sad Eyes noticed the bruise forming on her cheekbone. 

“I hope the other person looks worse,” he said. 

“She’s a few cells down sporting a broken nose,” she smiled, proudly. 

Both of them chuckled before Sad Eyes fully sat up to look at her. “What’d you get in a fight about?”

“The bitch stole my shot. Now I have to be in here and I’m barely fucking tipsy,” she huffed, the anger from the memory flowing back to her. She nodded at him. “What are you doing in here?”

“Possession.”

“Ah,” she nodded. “Cuánto?”

“An ounce in a half,” Sad Eyes answered.

She waved him off. “Misdemeanor. You’ll be out soon.”

Sad Eyes knew that already. He didn’t tell her that, though. Instead, he asked, “You from around here?”

She nodded, “Moved here with a friend a few weeks ago. Tonight was our first real night out and cheap bitches had to start stealing drinks.”

“Where you two move here from?” he questioned.

“Phoenix,” she answered. 

“Is she the one coming to get you?”

She nodded. “Yeah,” a beat, then, “Who’s coming to get you?”

“A friend.”

“What in the world would we do without them?” she asked, rhetorically, a smirk on her lips. “Aye, what’s your name anyways?”

“Sad Eyes,” he stated. “Y tú?”

“Monaco.”

Sad Eyes quirked an eyebrow. “Your name is Monaco, foreal?”

“No,” she snorted, rolling her eyes before giving him a defiant look. “But if you’re gonna make up a name then so am I.”

“It ain’t made up. It’s what people call me,” Sad Eyes defended.

“Is it your government name?” she asked.

“No-”

“Then it’s made up.”

“Okay, fair,” Sad Eyes chuckled.

He hadn’t bantered with someone like this in so long. He didn’t count the guys because their banter all seemed to be one note. This was different. She was different. New - refreshing. 

“What’s that say on the side of your neck?” she nodded at the cross.

Sad Eyes reached up to feel it before answering, “Santos.”

“Like the gang?” she questioned and Sad Eyes nodded.

He was sure that at that moment she was going to stop talking to him, but she surprised him when she puckered her lips and nodded. “Explains why you’re so calm.”

Truth was, it was Sad Eyes’ first time behind bars. Call it luck or the fact that he was smart enough to know when to be apart of situations and when to stay his ass away (that and his long legs that carried him far, fast), but Sad Eyes had never been caught and locked up. His record was clear before the misdemeanor he got today. 

He was sure it appeared like he had been through this a countless number of times before, but that wasn’t the case. It just took a lot for Sad Eyes to become undone. He was the most calm and level headed out of all the men, which is why the role of mediator and rational thinker were automatically associated with him. Something he hated most of the time, but shit, someone had to do it. It might as well be him.

“You got any tattoos?” he asked instead of explaining to Monaco his underwhelming record. 

“A couple,” she said. “I’m afraid they’re in places you won’t see until the third date, though.”

A lazy smile slipped on Sad Eyes’ lips. “A third date? Who said I wanted to go on a first date?”

“Please, I saw you checking me out when I got in here,” she smirked. “You can’t get shit past me, papi chulo.”

“And on what date will I get to learn your real name?” he wondered.

“The same one I learn yours on.”

“Sad Eyes!” Both of them looked at the cell door to see Oscar running up, eyes on Sad Eyes. “Qué coño pasó?”

“Long story,” Sad Eyes shook his head. 

An officer walked up behind Oscar, unlocking the door and opening it. He motioned at Sad Eyes to come. “You’re free to go.”

Sad Eyes wasted no time standing up and walking out of the cell. The officer closed the door after him, locking it and turning towards the two men. “Let’s go.”

“Goodbye papi chulo!” Monaco waved at the men as they walked away. 

Sad Eyes wave goodbye at her, Oscar turning to him when they were far enough away. “Who the fuck was that? La conoces?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, a small smile on his lips. “That’s Monaco.”

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[chacaltaya]

my review of season 3

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