#spooky diaz x black! reader

[marleyybluu]

Boy, Bye

Spooky x black!fem!reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: 18+, smut central (with plot), flirting, mentions of drinking and drug use (relax it's just weed), smoking and driving (but don't be this stupid), Spooky being a nervous boy at the end, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap that bitch up we don't need any more crotch goblins jk), creampie because I'm a sick bitch, Spanish nicknames as usual, probably misspelling bcus I was high as shit writing this. lmk if i missed anything

A/N: This was inspired by Boy, Bye by Ari Lennox, her album age/sex/location is a banger I have rediscovered it and the idea hit me like a brick. I do wanna say I don't mention the readers skin tone or anything but she is a black woman bcus i mentioned a fresh set of braids. and black women should be the only ones wearing box braids, wigs, etc... in case yall forgot :)

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The distinct chatter of club patrons droned out of your ears as a persistent ringing replaced it. You sat at the bar, your back turned to counter and your elbows planted firmly on the surface. Just minding your business. Drinking your rum and coke.

"You look sweet like mangoes." A very hot and unwarranted breath invaded your space and it was a reminder as to why you didn't want to come out in the first place. Men were gross, they ruined everything with catcalls and what they think are sweet pickup lines. You turned your head to look at him, he flashed a drunken smile— his teeth crooked and filled with whatever he'd eaten before he got here. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the crowd.

He wasn't the first to approach you tonight, especially since you dispersed from your group to sit at the bar, your feet killing you from the stupid but cute heels you wore. "Sweet like mangoes huh?" You reiterated. He nodded leaning in closer as you leaned away. "Yeah. I know."

The man chuckled at your lack of a 'thank you.'

"Now why are you acting like that? Hm? A man can't get to know you?"

You wrapped your lips around your straw and sipped obnoxiously but he wasn't budging. "A man whose leftovers aren't in his teeth can get to know me." You bit. The man leaned back in disbelief, your comment seemingly sobering him up. "Well, fuck you then bitch."

You raised your glass. "You wish you could." That added fuel to the fire and he stormed off like a pissed off toddler. You smiled taking the last sip of your drink, turning around to place it on the bar, you needed a bit of time before you ordered another, might be the last before you go home. You hopped off the stool and grabbed your purse heading to the restroom, surprisingly there was no line but a few girls were hogging the vanity reapplying whatever makeup had come off. You shuffled inside the small stall and propped your purse on the hook of the door.

Once you were done handling business the women had disappeared and you had the sink to yourself, you washed your hands and dried them off with the paper towels provided, and you checked yourself out flipping your fresh braids to the side finding that was cuter than just having a middle part. When you were satisfied you headed back out putting a little pop in your hips. On your way back to your spot you noticed a man, a young man maybe about your age, sitting in on the seat next to yours. You shrugged and headed over anyway hopping back up without saying a word.

You pulled out your phone and noticed a notification from the group chat, one of the girls asking if you were okay and where were you. As you typed you remained oblivious to the stranger next to you, unaware of the little glances that he took at you. He tipped his head back as he drank from his Corona, you sighed putting your phone down. "You're good?" He asked, genuinely, to your surprise. You looked over at him and nodded. Your eyes analyzed whatever you could see in the shitty and low lighting. The first thing you noticed was the shaved head, not really your thing but it was cute on him, his bushy eyebrows raised in interest watching you examine him. He sported a small moustache and a goatee, the sides were clean-shaven, his slim and aquiline nose complimented him as well and with a nose like that, you wondered how the rides were on that face.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked breaking the silence, you'd accept it, telling him thanks and allowing him to wave over the bartender. You remembered seeing a whiskey sour on the little drink menu and ordering that while he ordered another Corona. He smiled at you, his cheeks so high it made his eyes squint, and you tugged at your bottom lip. "Don't worry I don't have any corny ass pickup lines like the rest of these putos." He reassured. You playfully dismissed him. "Eh, they aren't so bad." Lies.

He turned himself in the stool, his whole body facing you-- one leg on the footrest of the seat and the other on the floor. Your eyes involuntarily dropped down to his lap and quickly back up to his eyes. "Yeah? So, how come you pushed 'em all away?"

He'd been watching you?

"'Cause none of them bought me a drink." You flirted. "Oooh, so that's why I haven't gotten dissed yet?"

You shrugged. "Maybe."

"I can respect that."

Your drinks arrived and you thanked the bartender. He raised his bottle. "Salud."

"Salud." You copied. You took a sip and shook your head, damn that really is sour. He snorted at the way your face contorted. "Don't like it?"

"Didn't expect it to be that sour."

"I could get you a different drink."

You passed. "It's okay, I can handle it. Plus I wouldn't want one of your little girlfriends seeing you buy me more than one drink."

He rolled his eyes bringing his drink to his lip, "No girlfriends over here."

"Surprised."

"Why?"

You set your whiskey sour down and boldly stated, "You're way too fine to be alone." He turned his head away from you, a warm feeling spreading across his face but he couldn't let you see it. "Thanks, mamita." He responded turning back to your direction. "You sure your man won't fight me for buying you one? 'Cause I can put up a good fight cariño."

You tilted your head to the side, smitten. "No boyfriend's over here."

"Good to know."

— — Your once drastic and boring night was starting to look upward. Spooky, you found out to be his name, was good conversation. Yeah, he threw a corny line here and there but you actually liked them coming from him, he wasn't trying too hard he was just being playful.

Your eyes landed on the imprint on his neck, a crucifix tilted on its side with the name Santos etched down the middle. "Los Santos... hm are you?"

"Am I what?"

You leaned into him your hand finding its way to the side of his neck and gently dragging your nails on his inked skin. "A saint."

His eyes focused more on your lips. "More of a sinner." He mumbled. You giggled tipsily. "Boy, bye."

The DJ had announced it was the last song of the night, you looked at your phone reading 3 AM, your plans to leave early had been disrupted in the best way. Spooky noticed your attention detour. "Ready to go home?"

You sighed now not wanting the night to end. "Guess so."

"I could drop you home."

Your eyes sharpened, you didn't know him... but, fuck, you liked him enough to almost agree to it. "I don't know if I want a sinner dropping me home."

He put his hand over yours, the contact sparked a warm feeling in your lower belly. He guided your palm to his chest. "I'll be a saint,cielito, don't worry."

You laughed wholeheartedly. "That was so fucking lame."

"Made you laugh though."

It did.

You agreed to take the ride and while he paid for the drinks you texted the group:

Y/n: got a ride home ;) I'll talk to you bitches tomorrow.

They gassed you up for any potential activity tonight and hoped that you'd get home safely. Spooky got off first and held his hand out to help you down, he didn't let go as he led you through the crowd, he met up with the boys you assumed he came with and dapped them up with his free hand, his other one never letting go of yours.

Soon, you two were out the door, you lowkey stumbled through the parking lot, alcohol and heels were never a good combo. He helped you though. And you two arrived in front a Red Impala, your mouth twitched with fascination. "Nice car." You blurted out. "Thanks ma, worked on it myself."

"Damn, he's cute and a mechanic? You sure no one is crazy over you?"

He opened the door for you. "No, just you."

"I'm not crazy, yet." You pointed before sliding inside. He closed your door and headed over to his side. Your body was full of tingles, the feeling reaching your toes but you didn't know if it was the buzz from your drink or if it was him. Either way, you were enjoying this.

Spooky pulled off. You sighed and smiled lazily throwing your head back, you were floating— your body felt like it was flying through space. "You smoke?" He asked, you heard a lighter flicker and you shook your head. "I do, but I can't take anything else right now."

He shrugged and inhaled the THC, he reached for the dial on his stereo and turned up the volume, the music he was playing earlier resuming its beat. Sierra Leone by Frank Ocean serenaded your ears. "I love this song."

You hummed along to the slow tune. Spooky caught you in the corner of his eye, he smiled. He enjoyed the show and the company until he pulled up to your neighbourhood and into your driveway. You groaned, did he really have to go?

You notice him turn the car off. "You're not coming inside you know."

He smirked. "Don't worry, I'm just taking you to the door at least."

You slightly frowned, he left you for a few seconds before your door opened and he offered his hand once again. You successfully landed on your feet, your hand moulded with his and now it was your turn to lead him. Up the steps. You fumbled with your keys until you found the correct one, you felt nervous under his gaze. Those low eyelids undressing you, you just knew it. Your key slid into the slot and turned it unlocking your door. "Thanks... for the ride."

"No problem, ma." You looked up as he towered over you. His energy pulled you in, you were drunk but you weren't that drunk. Maybe he could come in for a little bit.

— — Clothes spread across your bedroom floor, the sheets sliding off the bed like melted cheese. You two were in a tangle of limbs, naked bodies pressed against each other, his nose brushed yours as he planted the softest kiss on your lips. Your hands flew to his flushed cheeks pulling him in with eagerness and at the same time, his slender finger running over your blue panties. You smiled against his lips. His kisses were so warm and passionate. 

He used his fingers to tug at your panties, hauling them to the side. You whined feeling him run them between your wet folds, collecting and salivating your juices. He toyed with your clit, slowly and steadily, your hips bucking up to chase his touch. Ending your short misery a finger entered your heat, you gasped in the middle of your kiss and your eyebrows knitted together, your face reading 'finally.' You smiled hazily against his lips once he pulled it out and plunged back in with an additional finger. "Fuuuuck."

He skillfully curled his fingers up hitting that spongey spot, that sweet spot. You squirmed under him with pleasure and anticipation... desperation, for more. You sat up on your elbows looking down and seeing his fingers work their magic on you, your mouth fell open, pushing your hips forward once again. You just wanted more.

You looked back up at him. "You're so pretty when you make that face, cariño." He complimented. The heel of his hand brushed against your pulsing clit, you clenched around his fingers causing a smirk to appear on his face. "S-shit, please."

"Please what mi amor?"

For once, you were in no mood for foreplay, you were very slick and sticky with arousal. "Just fuck me, please."

He smiled shaking his head at your earnest request, he continued his teasing assault on your sweet spot, his lips connecting to your neck, your eyes rolling at the immense pleasure you were receiving. Your hand on the back of his neck holding him in place. "Yes... oh... yes!" He was pulling your orgasm closer and closer, your hips raised off the mattress. "I thought you just said you wanted me to fuck you?"

"I-I do."

"Doesn't seem like it now." He evilly chuckled. The sound of your pussy juice and your frantic whimpers went straight to his dick, his growing erection poking at your leg. "I'm gonna cum." You wept. Spooky slowly pulled out his fingers leaving you on the brink of an orgasm, you groaned glaring at him. He winked wrapping his lips around the fingers that were just inside you, he licked off your essence until his fingers were clean. You giggled dropping your head on the pillow.

Spooky pulled off his boxers and his dick sprung out with a wet thud once the tip hit his lower abdomen, fuck he was so hard, you drooled at the sight spreading your legs further apart. He wrapped his hand around his girth sliding his tip between your soaked folds before carefully pushing his length inside you. Your voice broke at the feeling of him against your gummy walls, enveloping every inch he had to give you. Your bottom lip finds comfort between your teeth, your head tipped back and your toes curled. His sack hits your ass as he bottomed out. Filled you to the brim.

Spooky held his position, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. His warm hands find solace on the back of your thighs, sliding up to the crook of your knee. You felt as he pushed your legs back, your knees touching your chest. He pulled his hips back and pushed them forward flush against your pelvis his coarse curly hair at the base of his shaft brushing against your clit, an additional sensation. 

Your hands wrapped around his wrists as he rocked into you, giving you strokes you've never felt in your life. Your mouth fell open, breathless whispers leaving your throat, egging him on about how well he stretched you, how full you felt with him inside you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! That feels so-o good." 

Spooky smirked looking down at you, your various love faces so beautiful being contorted with pleasure. He leaned down, your legs now planted on his shoulders, he kissed your nose and then forehead before pressing his against it. There was a mix of sounds-- his grunting, your erotic moans and the sound of skin on skin bounced off the walls, if you lived in an apartment they'd probably knock on the wall to complain. 

You could feel yourself leaking, dripping, onto the sheets and coating his dick in your desire. "You're so fucking pretty when you're taking me, princesa. Eres muy guapa." He groaned, your head fell back, your high carefully approaching once again. Your nails left crescent shapes on his skin. "Shit! I like being inside you, you're so fucking wet, bebita." 

Your walls constantly fluttered around him. He hissed and you smirked. "I know you feel that, fuck, I'm gonna cum for you." 

His hand slipped between sweaty bodies, his fingers finding your clit once again. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, his teeth nibble at your jaw. "Right there! Uh-huh, right fucking there!" Spooky pounded into you, hard yet maintaining rhythm. Your eyes are glossy with incoming tears, the overstimulation of it all. "Fucking squeeze me, mamita. I got you, cum on this dick." 

His words tip you over and your body tenses up and your eyes fall into the pit of your skull. He felt every pulsation of your orgasm, his tip constantly hitting your spot. He held up his weight, his hands rested on your lower back fingers gripping your ass cheeks. His thrusts became sloppier as he helped your ride out your orgasm and his quickly approaching. "Oh my god," You hazily giggle. "Fuck! Yeah, use me to get yourself off, please. Cum wherever you want, baby, give it to me." 

Spooky pushed in one more time, you faintly smiled at the feeling of his warm spend squirting inside of you. You were both out of breath, Spooky leaned back and sat on his knees with his softening dick still buried inside you. He helped take your legs off his shoulder and you mumbled in pain. "Shit... I mean I didn't expect you to actually fold me." 

He laughed. "I said I was gonna do it." He spoke in reference to his warning earlier when you lured him into your house. He leaned down once again to give you an affectionate kiss. "You feeling okay?" 

"More than okay." You confessed. "Good," He kissed your nose before pulling out, you almost pouted at the loss. "You're okay if I grab some water?" 

You nodded telling him there were bottles in the fridge, he shot you a thumbs up and put on his boxers before he left, once he was out of your sight you let out a big sigh of relief and a very bright smile was sure to follow. You felt so giddy, butterflies were making their home in your nervous system. What the fuck was this feeling? 

Spooky grabbed two bottles and made his way back upstairs, offering you one. You thanked him and sat up as carefully as you could. You caught a prideful smirk on his face. "Don't start." You warned him, he put his hands up in defence. 

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked out of the blue. "Not much, why?" 

"Uh, I'm not one to overstep my boundaries and it's up to you,  really, but do you want to get something to eat?" 

You nodded. "Of course. Any places in mind?" 

"There's a... breakfast bar... downtown." He sounded more nervous with that statement. You blushed. "Breakfast? Oh, so you want to spend the night with me, Spooky?" 

He suddenly felt like an idiot, he was very much a one-night stand or a friends-with-benefits person but with you, he kind of wanted to see if this could go somewhere. "If that's cool with you." 

You set your bottle down on the nightstand, you smiled propping yourself up on your hands and knees. You crawl over to him and kiss his temple, you go down to nibble his ear and whisper; "If you keep fucking me like that, I just might have to keep you." 

He shivered, his dick jumped at the thought alone. Quickly the roles were reversed back his fingers intertwined with yours as he put you on your back. 

"I better get to work then."

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Haaaaaaaaay babe! You still taking requests? If so, can you do one with Spooky defending his black gf against racism?

Hi my love 💕 Sorry it's taken me so long to get this out

He doesn't put up with it for a second

Anyone who he cares about it off limits

But you?

His perfect girl?

And not even just being rude, but to be racist?

He ain't having it

He of course wants to lay them out

That's his first instinct

But that's not enough

At least not at first

Because he wants to put the fear of god into them before he lays them out

He gets right up on them

Probably tries to trick them into talking shit before he lets on that you're his girl

Waiting to see how deep they will dig themselves

How ignorant they're willing to be not realizing they're practically signing their death certificate

He gives them a bloody nose for good measure before he tears into them

He's also the type to choke them as he sneers at them

So that they're in pain and uncomfortable, but still conscious for the moment at least

Happy to see that they're terrified

"Got some fuckin' balls saying that shit about my girl. Look at you now though, huh? Fuckin' pissed your pants."

Nearly puts them into a coma after

Definitely spits on them before he walks away leaving them in a crumpled heap

And then takes you out for ice cream and loves on you the rest of the night, eager to show you just how much you mean to him

And how he won't tolerate you being treated like anything less than royalty

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[kaashallmighty]

Whatever I Have Left

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Male Reader

WARNING: bit of mary jane magic💨

You n Oscar talking😭✋🏿...

I couldn’t decide if I wanted some fluff/angst shit or a really fru fru shnookums type beat but ig we’ll see

I forgot to mention that most if not all my writing gonna be with a black/poc coded reader in mind because I’m just that nigga🤞🏿. But honestly i don’t give a fuck who reads as long as u not being a fucking buffoon abt it. . . . PEACE🫂

The sun is just starting to set when you arrive on the beach shore. The waves crashing against the sand and the call of seabirds fill your ears as you start your search for Oscar. It had been a few days since kicking his little brother out to the streets and of course he wasn’t doing well at all. You went to his house to check up on him as you had been doing but there was no sign of him. That brings you to the beach. This is where the oldest Díaz brother is found when things get overwhelmingly complicated, his safe space. The first thing you ever learned about Oscar is that he finds security at the beach. You spot his car before you see him further down perched against the rocks.

You know Oscar hears you walk up but he decides against looking at you, focused on the ocean breeze against his skin. Plopping down beside him you pull a lighter from your pocket and the blunt behind your ear. Lighting up you stayed silent, knowing better than to try and push Oscar into talking.

“It shouldn’t be this way. I shouldn’t have to rob my own blood of a bed to sleep in.” You know he isn’t wanting a response but you turn your head towards him to show you are listening. His brows furrowed and mouth formed into a scowl as he continued.

“Cesar isn’t made for this typa life, yet because of me he’s headed in the wrong direction. We should be somewhere living a normal life where all he has to be worried about is school and teenage hormones. We look over our backs when our biggest concern should be work or our own familia running arou-”

He stops dead in his tracks. He expects you to scrutinize him like he’s betting all his worth on the most unfeasible outcome of his future. Expects you to snap him into the reality of what’s bound to happen due to the lifestyles y’all lead. Background noise fades out and plunges him into hypotheticals jumbling around in his head.

The heat radiating onto his fingers pinching the still burning blunt shakes him out of his head. With a clear of his throat and a quick glance in your general direction, he takes a slow drag of the content and hands it off to you. “Oscar, you aren’t stupid for wanting better than the gang. Aspirations make us human

“The Santos will still be the Santos long after you are gone and when the time comes that you decide step down, we’ll pick Cesar up by his mangy scruff n move to fucking Miami.” You cackle and the dopiest smile makes its way onto Oscar’s face as he watches you ramble about him not having to leave the ocean behind.

“On some real shit tho, I wanna spend whatever I have left with yo ass.” Your words come out low and raspy, but hold a hardness that would guarantee Oscar knows you aren’t spouting drug induced whims. You ash the roach in the sand and look up. Red hazy eyes meet the mocha pools finally staring back at you.

Reaching a hand out to his nape, you pull him forward, resting your foreheads together. Your fingers find purchase running along the tattoo adorning Oscar’s neck. His shoulders noticeably relax, relieved of the tension he felt. ‘Whatever you have left’ could range from a few hours to a hefty number of years. Letting your words hang over in the air, he leans further into your touch. He relishes the fact that he has another reason to want to abandon Santos life.

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Mini Matchmaker

Summary: Who knew that little kids would make the best wing men. Pairing: Oscar Diaz x SingleMother!Reader Visuals Genre: Fluff

"Mommy, I want nuggies" Kai my three year old daughter said as she pulled on my pant leg.

"Baby we can go after I check out this last store, I promise"

"But I hungry now" she says tugging my pants leg harder in the direction of McDonalds.

"Okay fine we can eat since your starving" I said laughing as a reached down to grab her hand.

We walk into the McDonalds and it was strangely packed for a Tuesday afternoon. It was as if everybody and they mama all got hungry the moment we decided to walk in. When we finally made it to the counter I lightly tap my daughters shoulder to grab her attention away from the toy display.

"Tell the lady what you want"

"Can I have nuggies please" she says standing on her tippy toes

"Would you like fries or apples sweetheart"

"apples"

"Anything for you" the worker looks at me

"Can I just get a sprite and a large fry please"

"Okay we'll call your name when the order is ready"

I scanned the McDonalds for an empty table, booth, at this point one single chair would do. I make eye contact with an intimidating man. His presence alone was scarily strong accompanied with his fierce eyes that had an almost flickering flame behind them. Not to mention his extremely full eyebrows that were arched at the best angles. Although his presence was intimidating his beauty was alluring, as if he was inviting me over with only his fiery brown eyes. He breaks eye contact with me for a moment, and in the moment he turns his head towards a group of men sitting in the booth next to his. With only a quick inaudible sound from his mouth and the slight turn of his head they automatically knew what he wanted. This non verbal communication was instantly understood, and the group of men all scattered to move away from the once completely full booth. Now empty and semi clean, except for a few crumbs left on the corners of the table. The man snaps his head back to me and almost as if were one of the men he signaled I knew what he wanted. He was inviting me to sit at the table. I gladly accepted this invitation with gratitude. I grab onto Kai's hand and lead her towards the booth.

"Thank you" I softly say to the man as sit in the booth

"You good" he says nonchalantly.

As Kai sits down next to me her attention is drawn to the man. The same way I was sucked into his magnetic aura. She begins to stare at the man and the longer she looks I also secretly scan over the man. His golden skin from what I could see he had a large cross covering almost half of his neck, and small tear drop underneath his left eye. I hear Kai giggle loudly and when I turn my head to see what was the cause of her laughter I see the man making funny faces at her. He crosses his eyes or puffs up his cheeks and Kai is going crazy for all of it. The man's eyes drift upwards towards mine and he instantly stops what he's doing. Kai seems upset that her new jester is no longer amusing her.

"Hey, do more" she says as she waves her hands in front if the man.

"You're a little bossy mamita" he says flashing a pearly white smile.

"Yea she is very persistent about what she wants" I chime in

"What about you" he smirks at me

"What about me?" I ask confused.

"Are you bossy mami" his smirk instantly becomes more sly the moment the word mami left his slightly plump lips.

"When I want something yea" I laugh

"So should I try harder because you seem pretty not bossy right now"

"I mean you're okay right now but putting in a little bit of extra work wouldn't hurt"

Before I knew it Kai was in this man face playing with the cross that hung on his chain.

"Baby you cant just go up and touch on strangers" I say pulling her back

"She good, I don't mind"

"Really?"

"Most kids her size can't even look at me without crying, better or less walk up to me just like she did. Bebita brave as hell" he said letting Kai grab onto his fingers.

"She's three years old about to be four in a couple of months"

"Nah I need to hear it from her. How old are you bebita" he asks with a smile not leaving his face.

Kai held up four fingers. He shook his head.

"I can't hear you. I need you to use your words"

"Four" Kai says almost screaming

"Okay Jefita, whats your name"

"Kai"

"Sky"

"No, KAi"

"Woah Okay you're Kai, I'm spooky"

"Spooky, aint no way that's your legal name" I said unable to hold back my laugh

"It's the only name these fools need to know, what's yours?"

"Why do you need to know"

"I need to know for contact"

"When'd you get my number mr.spooky"

"Just now" he smirks

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Marcela é uma jovem carioca e brasileira que saiu de seu país de origem para viver o sonho de uma vida melhor em Los Angeles. Após longos anos de estudo, a mulher se vê perdida ao enfrentar uma expulsão injusta dos dormitórios de sua universidade, tendo como causa, o fato da moça ser imigrante e bolsista. Sem outra escolha, a futura jornalista se muda para um bairro chamado Freeridge. Perigoso e distante de sua faculdade, porém, o único lugar que conseguia pagar sem contrair dívidas. Com a chegada ao novo bairro, a mulher enfrenta uma diversidade de problemas sociais, entra em divertidas confusões, começa novas aventuras e cria fortes laços com pessoas que jamais imaginaria:- o líder de gangue presunçoso, Oscar Diaz. Um estranho senso de justiça cresce pela nova comunidade que se deparou. Expondo problemas e maravilhas do local, Marcela tenta melhorar a situação da população de sua própria maneira, se vendo de frente com dilemas morais que a fazem repensar sobre si, enfrentando pessoas perigosas pela população e pela própria sobrevivência E em pouco tempo, Freeridge e o homem se tornaram seu lar sem ela perceber.

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This X-Mas (Spooky X Reader)

“'Cause this Christmas, will be the Greatest time of your life from me I ain't asking for the diamond rings I ain't really got a list of expensive things I just want you to myself while the children sleeps Santa baby, would you make a little time for me?” - Chris Brown feat. Ella Mai

A/N: hey y’all! I know I kinda abandoned you but being in College during a panoramic (Twitter joke) but I finished! I graduated undergrad so it’s lit! Even tho I don’t really care for Christmas or the holidays and I dislike Christmas music, I love this song and since it’s been a while, I might as well give y’all a Christmas gift soooo Merry Christmas! 🎄🎁❤️

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You were not a fan of the holidays.

It’s not like you never were. You used to be but as you grew up, you grew a disdain for Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years', all that.

The most wonderful time of the year, your ass.

From November 1st up until January 2nd, every year, you were annoyed and couldn’t wait for this time of the year to be over. You didn’t like it and if you had to hear “All I Want from Christmas is You” by Mariah Carey one more fucking time, someone was gonna get kicked where they’re more jolly.

You were relaxing on the couch when you heard a knock on your apartment door. You announced you were coming and opened the door to 3 boys by the names of Cesar, Jamal, and Ruby.

“Hey, boys! What brings-“

“BATHROOM!” Jamal ran past you and straight to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Ruby shook his head and Cesar gave a nervous laugh.

“Would you believe we were just in the neighborhood?”

You pursed your lips. “Nope.”

Ruby sighed out of frustration. “We need help getting Christmas gifts for our.....” He swallowed hard. You closed your eyes.

“You’re still struggling to call Jasmine your girlfriend?”

“SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” You waved him off and right then, Jamal stepped out the bathroom, relieved.

“Whew, my bladder was full! Where you get that hand soap, Y/N?! Smells lovely!”

You rolled your eyes, irritated. “At Bath and Body Works where y’all should get gifts for your girlfriends.” You narrowed your eyes at Ruby, who shuddered at the G-word. “Now if you excuse me, I was enjoying my alone time.”

Cesar stopped the door from closing. “Wait. Didn’t you say you were leaving today to go spend Christmas with your family?”

Shit. “Uh yeah. Duh. I needed alone time before I left.”

“I don’t see any bags packed.” Ruby indicated, skeptical.

“Or an airline ticket on the desk. Yeah, I noticed!” Jamal added, folding his arms.

You looked at the 3 teenage boys who were waiting for you to confess. You sighed deeply, knowing the jig is up.

“Fine, 3 wise men!” You stated with a tone dripping in sarcasm. “I’m not going home. I never was going home. The reason why is because I don’t care for the holidays. I stopped a long time ago. It’s never been special to me. Also, I don’t have a close-knit family. Actually, we’re dysfunctional as hell. This isn’t the most wonderful time of the year for me. I lied so you guys wouldn’t know the truth, now are you happy?”

Jamal had a dismal expression on his face and pulled you to his chest. “Now I see what the Scrooge looks like as a black woman.”

You pushed him off and Cesar grabbed your wrist before you could hit him.

“Does Spooky know?”

You shook your head. “Nope and it’s gonna stay that way. I mean it, Cesar. Don’t say shit to your brother about this.”

Were you really depending on the little brother of your gang member friend that’s not really a friend but he’s kind of your boo to keep his mouth shut?

“Cesar told me you lied.” That was what Spooky said when you opened the door the next morning which was Christmas. You sucked your teeth loudly, disappointed that your dumbass trusted a 15-year-old who feared his brother.

“I should really kick your brother’s ass.”

He smirked at your comment. “Talk to me, Mami. Why you not fucking with Christmas?”

You left the door, letting him outside and he closed the door behind him. “Because it’s annoying as hell.”

“Nah, that ain’t it.”

You turned to Spooky with your arms folded. “Why do you even care, Oscar? It’s not like your thug ass cares for holidays and shit.”

Spooky remained unfazed by your attitude and you calling him by his government. When you first met him, he would be pissed at that. Even tried scaring you but it didn’t work. Eventually, he got used to it and only allowed you to call him Oscar.

“You’re wrong and I’ll show you. Get dressed.”

You were feeling dangerous. “And what if I don’t?” You responded with a roll of the neck.

Spooky let a dry laugh that scared you yet turned you on at the same time. Damn. You started to bite your lip then pulled it back. He got dangerously close and stared you down.

“Do you really wanna know, Princesa?”

Yes. No. Shit.

You got out of his face and got dressed as you were told. You’ll let him win this round. You got into his car and he drove back to his house where Cesar and his girlfriend Monse were making a mess in the kitchen.

“Hey Y/N!” Monse greeted you. Cesar looked at you nervously.

“Hey Y/N, how’s-“

You held your hand up. “Save it, snitch!”

“He forced it out of me!” The young boy pleaded and you rolled your eyes in response.

“Whatever. What are y’all even doing?” You asked, confused and disgusted by the sight of the kitchen and glancing at Spooky’s face, he was not too pleased either.

“Trying to do a Christmas brunch but somebody doesn’t wanna listen to the instructions.” Monse gestured towards her boyfriend with a roll of her neck, causing Cesar to groan.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the two. “Alright lemme help so I can fix this. You!” You gestured towards Spooky. “You’re helping too!”

“Nahhhh cooking ain’t my thing.”

“Well Christmas ain’t my thing but I’m here. Now throw on an apron, cholo. You’re on bacon duty!”

You couldn’t lie. Making Christmas brunch with the kids was fun as hell. You found yourself smiling and giggling during the cooking and eating. You even caught Spooky staring at you a couple of times. You pecked his lips just because he looked so adorable but if you told him that, he’ll turn into a jackass. When the boys left to get something from God knows where you were left alone with Monse. You didn’t know too much about the girl but figured you could get to know her more.

“So Monse...you’re spending Christmas with your boyfriend.”

“So are you.”

Your eyes narrowed at her response. “1. Spooky is not my boyfriend and 2. I was forced here. Christmas is bullshit.”

“I love Christmas. Even though I don’t remember the last time I actually spent it with my dad.” Monse shrugged bending over and fix her shoelaces. That caught your attention.

“Wait, you’ve had shitty Christmases and you still love Christmas?!”

She shrugged again. “Well yeah. My dad is always away for Christmas and I don’t have my mom so I’ve always dreamt of doing Christmas stuff with the people I love. When I met the boys, not to sound corny but my dreams came true. Another reason why I need to keep the group together.”

You were lost for words. “Wow, I’m sorry, Monse.”

“It’s ok. Hey, I think I hear the boys coming back.”

The boys revealed themselves and Cesar announced that you guys were being invited to have Christmas dinner with Jamal’s family which was great because you didn’t want to cook.

“I’m telling you marmalade is better than jelly. I don’t wanna hear it!” Jamal declared during dinner. A debate broke out between marmalade and jelly which really entertained you. Jamal’s family was funny and so welcoming to you, a stranger. It felt weird to you that they were showing so much love to you, a stranger. Oscar held your hand throughout the whole dinner which did something to your stomach. You don’t wanna say butterflies. Maybe it’s gas.

When the group stopped by Ruby’s house to pick him up for “friendsmas”, his grandma pulled you aside with a serious look on her face.

“Open your heart, mama.”

You gave her a confused look. “What?”

“You closed your heart. Open it. Even if it’s to Papi Chulo over there. “ she gestured towards Oscar who was lighting up a cigarette and looked back at you. “Open it to Christmas. To any holiday. Just....open it.”

You kept that in mind as you went with the others back to the house for the kids to engage in their “friendsmas”.

“I’ve never heard “Friendsmas.” You muttered as Spooky handed you a glass of wine and you watched the kids from the doorway.

Oscar shrugged taking a swig of his Corona. “Well you hate Christmas so I’m not surprised.”

You elbowed him in his side and he began to laugh in response. “I don’t hate Christmas. I just never found joy in the holidays but now I do.” You looked at him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you. Thank you for making this Christmas special for me.”

Oscar began to grin and pulled something from behind his back. “It’s not over yet, hyna.”

You gazed at the blue velvet rectangular box and opened it slowly to reveal a silver chain that said “Oscar” You looked up at him, speechless.

“Spooky, I....I.....”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just put on my necklace and be mine.” The gangsta in front of you took a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your eyes were as big as saucers. “You....you do?”

“Yes, girl he do! It was so obvious!” Jasmine’s voice broke through the moment and everyone glared at her. Her mouth formed an O. “Oooh sorry! I forgot we were supposed to be acting like we weren’t paying attention. My bad!”

You shook your head and felt a surge of love and confidence. You loved this man. You have for a long time but never admitted it because...your heart was closed. Damn. Ruby’s crazy grandma ain’t so crazy after all.

“I love you too, Oscar.” You pulled him in for a long passionate kiss and the crew clapped in excitement.

“Girl put your back in it! You’re under the mistletoe!” Jasmine yelled again.

Ruby started. “Jasmine-“

“Shut up and kiss me!” She grabbed him by his collar, planting a kiss on his lips.

When you finally pulled away from your kiss with Spooky, you smiled up at him and his expression was matching yours. You spoke up through your grin:

“I’ll be damned. It is the most wonderful time of the year.”

A/N: Cheesy as fuckkkkk I know but Christmas is all about the cheese if we’re gonna be honest. I hope you enjoyed it! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, y’all! ❤️🎄🎁

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If I wanted...

Requested: No.

Warnings: Mentions of Oscar dating you at a young age// He was 28 at the time. *You lied about your age.*

Description: In which you’re Monse’s older cousin who visits for the summer and happens to also be Latrelle’s ex/baby mama

Oscar Diaz x Black Reader!

“Monse, what’s on your mind?”

You ask entering the room seeing her leaned against the window with her back turned towards you. Her sobs that she thought were quiet, weren’t quiet at all. You closed the door behind you running your hand over your stomach. “It’s Caesar.” I sighed deeply, if anyone knew anything about dating the wrong types of boys from Freeridge; you did. Every day you looked over your shoulder since you been back. Especially with Spooky them finding out you were carrying Latrelle’s baby. Even Monse’s friends looked at you like you were the villain. But in all reality, you was just another girl who fallen for his lies.

“What happened now, hermana?”

Monse always looked up to you. She thought you were the perfect example of a woman, she admired you so. And you hated it because you was no one’s perfect example. In fact, you were far from it but you and Monse were very close. So whenever she was hurting, you were hurting. “He said he doesn’t want to be with me because my cousin is the girlfriend of his enemy!” I sighed deeply, Caesar was much like his brother. They didn’t know what the hell they wanted. “Girl, forget Caesar. There’s plenty other fish in the sea. And did you give him a piece of your mind?”

You walked over wiping her tears. “Wipe those tears, hermana. He isn’t worth them.”

Shaking her head. “I did but I love him.” Sighing deeply, you nodded your head standing to your feet, you didn’t say another word to her. Grabbing your flats, you put them on and sprinted out her room and out the front door, making your walk to Spooky’s to pay him and his brother a visit. If they had a problem with anyone, it needed to be with you and they were gonna say whatever they had to say behind your back… to your face!

Bold. That’s what you were and it’s what a lot of people couldn’t stand most about you. You weren’t afraid to speak your own and for damn sure you weren’t afraid to hold your ground. 

“Hyna, where you going in such a rush? You know being pregnant you can’t walk as fast as you like.” 

You rolled your eyes at the sound of Oscar’s voice. You stopped and turned your attention to him. Not only were you Latrelle’s ex girl and baby mother- You were also Oscar’s ex as well, the entire situation was complicated. The thing was, you were young when you and Oscar had your fling so no one ever knew about it and if anyone did- Especially Monse’s dad- shit wouldn’t be sweet. “I’m coming to see you and your boys. But mainly your brother Caesar. Whom just broke up with my little cousin because of shit he doesn’t have a clue about! All of you just assuming shit but don’t know the full story.”

He leans back looking at you, “Okay then, tell me the full story. Huh? You the one come rolling back in town after seven years. You the one who fucked around with a damn Prophet$ and had his baby, not to mention he like what? half your age? He a whole ass kid, you know how that make you look??”

“First of all, when I met the kid he told me he was twenty-one. Second, I know you not running your mouth because when you and I hooked up I lied about my age and I was fifteen. So don't say shit else to me about how it makes me look, I already know how it makes me look. I came to town for my cousin, her mother died and she needed me. Are you mad that I had a baby by him or Are you mad that I didn't come back for you?” 

Oscar lets out a deep chuckle, he turned off his car. You held your ground, you didn't care how upset you had made him. He walked around the front of the car and leaned against the passenger side door looking at you. “You know why I’M UPSET.” He spoke sternly. You were only twenty-one now. You still didn’t have your life figured out and yet you were having a baby, deep down you were only glad few people knew who the father of your baby was, because if it got out in the streets- you would be a target. Anyone could imagine how in love you was with this man, You lied about your age at the time and always felt bad about it. When he found out, he ended things with you and, when he did, You decided to leave and move in with your mother across the globe. You had never looked back either until your phone call from Monse, but not a day  never went by did you stop thinking about Oscar. You loved him, hell, You still love him.

“No, I DON’T. All of you are looking at me like I’m the damn enemy when I’m not. I been out the loop for years, you said it yourself. How the hell was I supposed to know who he was?”

Oscar brushes the side of his face. “Doesn’t matter. The damage is done.” Rolling your eyes, you started to walk away from him. He stopped you by grabbing your hand. “So, what’s the story? You gonna tell me so maybe I can possibly resolve this situation for you? You know Sadeyes not gonna allow you to step foot on the grounds. You carrying a Prophet$ baby. You not familia anymore.” Looking at him and hearing him say those words hurt. Considering, at one point in time these people were the only family you had in Freeridge. Sadeyes was always like your brother. And now this?

“The story is I’m not his girl, never was. It was a one-night stand that I wish never happened,” You answered. “Second, he doesn’t know about the baby. And never will if I have anything to say about it.”

He just looked at you. When you left Freeridge, you had taken a part of him with you. He really did love you, and he wasn't just fuming over the fact you were carrying that kids baby, he was fuming over the fact- it wasn’t his.- HE still loved you too. And deep down, he always imagined the life you both wanted- Leaving here, him starting over some place else- opening up the restaurant he always wanted- and the two of you having kids running around. You might have been fifteen at the time, but you had the mind of a older woman, and you were certainly good in bed. He deep down always hated you for what you did, lying to him and having him believe something that wasn’t true.

“I can’t change my brother’s mind. But, I’ll talk to him,” He assured.

You shook your head. “You need to get your boys to fall back to, I don’t need this Spooky. I really don’t. I don’t need to be looked at like some enemy, I just want my time here to be smooth. I won’t be here long.” He frowned. He wasn’t so thrilled about you leaving, He didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you to stick around no matter how he came off, he still loves you. “When you leaving?” You shrugged. “I’m only staying for another week and hopefully I can leave. Like I said, I just came for Monse. But, I need to talk to Caesar.”

“You not talking to him, I will. He not going to listen to you.” He stops you, this time his hand on your breast.

You looked down at his hand, than back up at him. “Would you kindly remove your hand from my breast?” He slightly removed it than chuckles. “IF I can recall, you used to like my hand being on you, in all types of places.” Rolling your eyes. “That was then. This is now.” Turning on your heels to go back to the house and check on Monse, “I still love you!” You heard him say from behind. You stopped. Your eyes darted back and forth as you closed them, all you could seee was black and, all you could hear was those words. You soon felt him behind you and his signature cologne. “If you still loved me, you wouldn’t let this shit be happening with your friends.” 

“If I wanted,” He trailed off. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would have hurt you and If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” He told you.

You shook your head looking away from him. Sometimes, you wondered what you saw in him. Growing up you had to raise yourself so at the time you never knew how bad your actions were until he told you that night, luckily, no one ever knew about the two of you but Sadeyes always suspected. “It doesn’t matter because you did hurt me. Not just back then but you got the Santos turning their back on me.” You look over at him, rubbing my stomach and tapping on it trying to get him to move around and he did. “I told you, Hyna, I’ll fix it.” You didn’t care at this point.

“It doesn’t matter, Spooky. Just tell them the baby isn’t his, okay? I don’t want to be the reason my cousin and her boyfriend breaks up.”

Spooky looks down at you. “Since when you call me, Spooky?” He never liked the idea of you calling him Spooky, it just never felt right coming out your mouth. You were, at one point, his hyna. So being called Spooky by you just felt odd. “I’m sorry about lying to you back then, Spooky. I really am and you’re spooky to me now because that's your nick name. isn’t it? Or has it changed in the last seven years?” 

“It’s still Spooky.” He answers, He couldn’t resist.

He placed his hand on your stomach, and your baby kicked like crazy. He laughed, he thought it was the cutest thing yet. You smiled up at him, seeing that smile of his always made your day. Spooky never smiled much but when he was with you or his brother, he smiled. You were the two people that could make him smile or laugh.

“Is it a girl or boy?” He asks as the both of you walked the beach

This was one of his favorite places. He said he felt free here, like he could be something else. Someone different from the leader of Santos. You were the second person he had ever brought here.

“It’s a boy,” You smiled softly as he placed his hand on your stomach again earning the same response.

Oscar kneeled in front of you, He just was amazed at the little kicks and he smiled seeing your son’s foot print through your stomach. “Does it hurt?” He looked up to you, shaking your head no. “No. Not always. But he’s never kicked this much, so he must like you.” You place your hand on his, old feelings coming back like a wrecking ball.

“You still love me?” He looks up to you.

Nodding your head. He stood to his feet, placing his hand on the side of your face, he looked you in the eyes. “And I still love you. No matter how wrong the situation was at the time, I still love you. I never stopped thinking about you.” You smile at him, he kisses you. You kissed him back. Wrapping his arm around your waist, and your stomach, he nods his head. “Stay.”

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MISSIN’ YOU

summary — Oscar had been trying to get out of Los Santos for a while. Especially, after getting his little brother dragged into it, and finding out how little his family meant to the gang. But in the process he lost on of the most important people in his life.

pairing — oscar ‘spooky’ diaz x yolanda turner [ black!oc ] w.c — 1.95k suggested song — warrior by chloe x halle authors note — there will be lyrics used within the one-shot that i took inspiration from making this. also there will be flashbacks that will be italicized and bold

It had been like any other night for Yolanda she was in her home relaxing listening to music as she began to unwind from her stressful day full of classes and work. When one of her favorite songs came on, They Don’t Know by Jon B. This song brought back so many memories she didn’t even know where to start honestly.

This was one of her go to songs when she had issues with her ex-boyfriend Oscar, it put their relationship into words better than she ever could. And at times she misses when things were simpler for them, the as of recent. Things were good for them until he went to jail, she stayed with him for the short bid that he had but when he got out. Things felt like they were spiraling out of control.

With her little brother finding the Roller World money, Cesar dealing with the stress of being jumped into Los Santos, it felt like she was in a never ending mess. Not to mention trying to help them with their issues, she neglected the issues in her relationship until it was too late.

The whole situation is funny to her, how she waited so long to be able to hold him and now when they see each other it’s like looking at a stranger.

“Oh, my darling, I've been missing. You for quite some time”

Some days she just missed being able to stop by his house after work and just be held by him as she went on about his day. Just hearing his voice made her day better, and now to not even acknowledge each other’s existence hurts on a different level, she feels like a five year relationship was just thrown away and still having to see him. Because her baby brother got her into his bullshit.

Yolanda let out a shaky sigh wiping the tears the managed to roll down her face. Once she managed to stop herself from crying over a lost love, she got up from her couch going into the kitchen to refill her glass of wine. Sometimes she just wondered does he miss her the same way she misses him. Or is he happy without her?

“Oh, my darling I am getting closer, hold on tight. And I, know it hasn't been so easy. I'm fighting for my life.”

Across town Oscar at his dining room table thinking about his meeting with Cuchillos, he realized how little his family meant to Los Santos. He had given up too many things in his life to not mean anything to that woman or this gang. He gave up a chance to get out of the hood to help his little brother, and the one person he loved.

And knowing he could be thrown away like trash tomorrow didn’t sit right with him at all. He needed to find a way to get out of Los Santos and to get Cesar out too, and to make sure the other kids got out of the situation alright too.

Running his hand down his face, he lets out a frustrated sigh picking up his phone. It had been months since he had talked to her, but she was the only person he could think to turn to with everything he’s dealing with right now.

He should’ve listened to her when he had an easier way out with Cesar and the kids being completely safe. He mindless went to her contact as he thought over if she would even answer. And before he knew it he had dialed her number and was waiting for her to answer.

After five rings she picked up, with a cracked voice. “Hello?”

Clearing his throat, he began speaking. “Hey, mamas I know it’s been a while since we talked but honestly I just need your advice on somethings.”

This caused Yolanda to chuckle softly. “Do you need my advice, or my presence is the real question Oscar, and you know where I stay.” After that she hung up, leaving him feeling a little lighter.

Before leaving he sent Cesar a quick text telling him he’d be out for a while and not to wait up for him. He got in his Impala and made his way across town to see Yolanda, and to say he was nervous would be an understatement.

Soon enough he was at her apartment complex, and as soon as he pulled up to her building he saw her outside on her balcony smoking wearing the robe her bought her last Christmas with a glass of wine next to her. A small smile graced his face as he watched her for a moment before getting out of the car and making his way up to her place.

Before he could even knock on the door, Yolanda opened it letting him inside. So, what do I owe this visit to?” She questioned looking him up and down before closing the door and locking it.

“Uh, shit’s just gotten out of hand- oh really now?” Yolanda cut him off with a feigned confusion.

Which caused Oscar to smack his lips annoyance. “I can never just tell yo’ mean ass what I’m going through can I?”

Shrugging Yolanda went into her fridge grabbing him a beer that her dad had left from when they had family dinner at her place a few days ago. She passed it to him before taking a seat next to him on the couch. She gave him a look to continue what he was saying before she had interrupted.

“But things have gotten out of hand, and I just need to get me and Cesar out of here. This isn’t what I wanted for him at all, I wanted better for the both of us and now we’re stuck here under that egotistic bitch and we don’t even fucking matter to her. She doesn’t give a fuck that they could die because of the shit she wanted them to do. Like they’re literally just kids.” She continued to listen to him as he went on about everything that had turned his world even further upside down since their split.

No less than a few hours later she ended up holding Oscar as he cried of frustration, soothing him telling him everything was gonna be alright. And she really hoped that it would be because she could tell there was only so much more that he could take, and as much as she’s pissed of how their relationship ended she didn’t want to see him any worse than he was at the moment.

“Look, I know we ended on a bad note-Yolanda proceeded to give him a look of annoyance- alright, an awful not but I wanna make things right. And I will once I figure out how to get the kids out of this. You just gotta trust me.” Yolanda looked over his features studying him to see if he was telling the truth.

The look in his eyes really said it all, he wanted a better life for them. And she knew he’d do whatever it takes to make sure they would have a better chance along with their younger siblings.

“Alright, I’ll trust you, but you can’t just leave me in the dark with this. I need to make sure you’re okay, don’t just shut me out.”

No more than a week had went by after Oscars visit to Yolanda’s apartment, and she hadn’t heard much from him. But she did overhear her little brother talking to Ruby about what Oscar was planning to do to Cuchillos. And she couldn’t help but feeling a looming threat of anxiety knowing that this situation could go south at any given time. And she wanted them to be able to leave Los Santos for a better life she just didn’t want him to die trying to.

At the moment she was making her way home from a long day of work when she got a call from Ruby’s Abuelita telling her to stop by she had something for her. Confused as she was Yolanda still decided to go knowing that Aubelita knew about some of the stuff the kids were dealing with, so she would be getting some info on something.

Once she pulled up to Martinez residence she made her way to the front door where Aubelita was standing rushing her inside. Before she could even ask any questions about what was going on she saw Oscar sitting at the dining room table drinking a forty with his neck cut up. Quickly rushing over to him, she carefully inspected him and the stitching she assumed Aubelita had done.

“Baby, wh-what happened? Are you okay, does this have anything to do with- Can we talk about it later I promise we will, can we just go back to yours.” Yolanda stared at him for a few moments a look of concern clouded her facial expressions.

Oscar could tell that she was conflicted on how to feel with what little she knew, and he wanted to clear it up for her but all he needed right now was to just relax with her.

“I promise mamas I will.” Nodding Yolanda kissed his forehead before turning towards Aubelita thanking her for taking care of Oscar and that’d shed find some type of way to repay her.

The couple quickly made their way to Yolanda’s car just wanting to distress in the safety of her home. Once they were settled in the car Landa finally started asking questions.

“Does the cut have anything to do with Cuchillos? And when were you going to tell me that you were handling her?” Her voice shook as she made a turn onto her street.

“They do and I had to, I told you I wanted better for us and that’s what I’m trying to do. I’m tired of this shit, of looking over my shoulder every damn day. I want to settle down have a family, a normal life and not worry about none of this sht. And I want that with you and that bitch was the only thing standing in the way. So, I took care of her.” By the time Oscar had finished his emotion filled speech they were parked in front of the apartment building.

The couple stared at each other for a few moment before Yolanda let out a nervous sigh. “I’m not mad that you did it. You did what you had to do, just next time you do something like that talk to me first. I shouldn’t have to hear about this through Jamal’s big mouth ass when Cesar call him. Now come on let’s get you inside.

“There's no need to worry love .Look around it's glorious. Close your eyes and taste the sun”.

Oscar sighed setting down the last of the boxes before making his way outside where Yolanda and her family were talking. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder kissing her temple, the couple exchanged a smile before she went back to talking to her mom.

Less than two years ago things were different for the couple. They weren’t even together and now their engaged and living the life Oscar had to kill for them to have and he couldn’t be happier. Now, they’re standing on the lawn of their home with sun beating down their neck talking to his soon to be in-laws about the final details of their baby shower. Looking around the neighborhood they had just bought their first home in he couldn’t help but feel overjoyed that this was the start of a life he always pictured with the love of his life.

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MASTERLIST

(a new masterlist!)

my work is written with Black, female readers in mind + other WOC, if specified as such. 

currently writing for: mayans m.c. // on my block (spooky diaz)

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

(S) = smut/sexual

(HC) = headcanon

(SF) = songfic

MAYANS M.C.

Angel Reyes:

NEW: Amani (S)

Ezekiel Reyes:

Poema 20

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ON MY BLOCK

Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz:

Love Language (HC)

Late Night (S)

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hues.

a/n: late to the game with on my block. only just finished chapter 8, but i was looking through random writing challenges and thought I’d try this one. the format is way different than how I usually write. i wrote this in my iPhone notes at 2am and copied it over, so hopefully, it actually makes sense😊

challenge: pick a character + recall memories through color association (I picked 8 colors)

pairing: oscar diaz x black!reader

words: 805

✧ your eyes. kind. color of the richest chocolate. as warm as the smile you gave him. your gaze. always finding his across a classroom. beautiful. powerful. strong enough to draw butterflies. silence him. snuff out the confidence of a fourteen-year-old boy. time. teaches him how to know what's inside your heart. your eyes. brown. your only tell. they hold the key to what lies inside. your eyes. betray you every time. your eyes. unable to hide your true thoughts. his fear. finding disappointment when he looks to them.

✦ freshman year. movements controlled. breathing dreaded, but a necessity. bruises. purple. painting his ribs and back. distance. unanswered calls. once occupied desks, now empty. his school appearances. rare. sophomore year. rumors. whispered. creeping through the school halls and neighborhood. oscar. a name murmured at birth. replaced with a moniker. one that evokes fear. generates a mask that you don’t recognize. months of ghosting. nights passing your house. a need to see you. deterred by scared parents who enforce boundaries. his heartbeat. racing once your paths cross by chance. doubt. has his absence forced you to judge him like your parents? bruises. purple. against his knuckles. impossible to hide as your hand finds his.

✧ his eyes. red. swollen. dry. tapped out. tears. none left. a pain. in his chest. indescribable. unmistakable. never felt before. his heart. breaking. ripped in two. somehow still beating. a conversation. reoccurring. talked about for months. always falling on his deaf ears. this time. your foot is down. your high school graduation. recently passed. college. looming. hundreds of miles away. long distance. not an option. a conversation. he doesn't want to hear. a breakup. long overdue. must be done. the start of summer. easier for a clean break.

✦ black ink. scribbled. letters. most addressed to one person. you. his letters. fear about his brother. left alone. apologies. for things, he said out of anger. questions. about your life. your daughter. olivia. her father. false words. saying he's sorry for your failed engagement. he's not. hope. maybe when he's out you'll come home. give him a second chance. each letter you send. leads to reminiscing. your words. maintain his sanity. each of your letters. kept. pages creased. refolded. read. too many times.

✧ useless fans. heatwave. dripping ice. cold beers. food on the grill. ice cream. music melding with laughter. a conversation. falls on death ears. air. catching in his chest. knots. in his stomach. a rare occurrence. a figment of his imagination. caught behind a haze of smoke. only this time it’s different. morphed. aged by four years. your beauty. somehow enhanced. your curls. soft. longer. your eyes. always impossibly bright. focused on those welcoming you home. the sun. casts a golden glow upon your skin. your sundress. yellow. a pause in your speech. your eyes spot him. his eyes warm. his smile. soft. an unexpected sight. still brings butterflies.

✦ sheets. white. cotton. soft. your breathing. light. warm upon his chest. you. asleep. him. wide awake. his phone. silenced. notifications. neglected. responsibilities. need to be handled. they're rebuffed. his body. can't move. scared to leave you alone. sheets. white. holding him captive. one thought in his mind. he can't let you wake to his side cold. not when you've finally returned to him. two souls. tethered. a teenage love. abandoned years before. the feeling. sought for in the kisses of others. incomparable. never found. a teenage love. revisited. no longer juvenile. despite years passed. still inescapable.

✦ olivia's favorite color. shared with oscar the first time the two meet. pink. icing. unexpectedly smeared across his skin. cool. against his heated cheek. he. regards your gaze. doe-eyed. whimsical. a rare one a.m. sight. a result of him answering your late-night s.o.s. text. his arrival. in record time. his brow. arched once he finds you. standing in the kitchen. perfectly fine. surrounded by a mess of ingredients. your puppy-dog eyes. cause his head to shake.

“olivia’s class is having a bake sale, and she is not bringing some basic cookies or brownies--like everyone else's kid. you told me to call you whenever i need you...well, i need you to help me crank out four dozen cupcakes by tomorrow morning.”

pink. buttercream. rich and sweet as your lips find his cheek. each kiss. undoing the mess you'd made. the taste. lingering, with his smile, as your lips briefly meet his.

✧ the taste of salt on his lips. your hair still damp. moderately drying curls. frizzing beneath his touch. his heartbeat staggered. uncontrollable. a puppet at your mercy. years worth of energy. once trapped in wood. whispering, hissing, sizzling, cracking, popping. released back into the night sky. burning beneath the fire's flames. a kaleidoscope of lights. bright. warm. somehow never as hot as the heat of your skin against his. your curves. soft. intoxicating. majestic. moonlight. blue. trapped against your skin. a sight that brings him peace.

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[marleyybluu]

Glasses

Husband!Oscar x black!wife!reader

Word count: 2k

Content warning: fluffy fluffy, Oscar is a stubborn husband, a little sexy flirtatiousness at the end, just your typical married couple and we love it, reader is hot for Oscar and his glasses (I mean I would be too tf)

A/N: bare in mind that i don’t have glasses idk how the process goes lmao I just made shit up so sorry if it’s not accurate I guess. Who cares we’re in make believe land rn

Sorry for typos && bad translations if any

(I know these aren’t glasses glasses but… you get it lmao)

"Mama..." Rafa says poking your arm, you look down at him and smile. "Yes?"

"Why is Dad making that face?" He asks pointing over to Oscar who's holding his phone down in his lap with his head tilted up slightly so that he can see the screen better. You shook your head. That old bastard was a stubborn one. You have noticed for months now that Spooky is squinting to read everything, he's holding things at certain angles just the see the words correctly. He even has the kids reading things for him when he flat-out can't make out any of the words.

And of course, you've confronted him about it, saying if he wanted you could schedule an appointment with an optometrist and get his vision checked but he tells you— "No, mamita, I'm fine."

Stubborn Jack ass.

You roll your eyes and sigh dramatically. "Mi hijo, maybe you can talk some sense into your big-headed father. Because he won't listen to me." You say loud enough for your husband to hear. He grumbles and looks over at you, so tempted to say something disrespectful but your son is there. You wiggle your eyebrows taunting him.

"Papa, I think you need gafas."(glasses)

Spooky breathes heavily like a dragon, you swear smoke comes out of his nose too. "Mira, baby, let me just take you to check your eyes. If I'm wrong I'll eat my words and do anything you want."

His ears perk up at the offer. "Anything?"

And you knew what that tone meant. Spooky had been asking for another baby sooner rather than later but you constantly rebuttal with the fact that your third child, Emilia, was only a year old and you refused to have two under two. "Yes, anything." You reply confidently knowing you'd win this battle. He says it's a deal and you smile proudly keeping a reminder to make his appointment later.

-- --

In the days leading up to the appointment, he swore up and down that you'd be wrong, that you'll soon be walking around with a round belly all over again and he couldn't wait to see it. You remain quiet and shrug, occasionally giggling at how cocky he was about this.

After dropping the kids off at your mom's, you two head over to the Optometrist. You're pleasantly greeted by the woman at the front desk who asks you who the appointment is for. Oscar finds himself a seat and huffs like a child. You roll your eyes and mention his name. "I'm assuming you made the appointment." She smiles light-heartedly. "That obvious?"

"Trust me, I've got one at home whose chain I have to pull to even get him to the doctor. They're all like that."

You giggle and look over your shoulder at him as he pouts and looks at his new shoes. The receptionist says she'll let the doctor know you two were there and be back to guide you to a room. You take a seat next to Oscar who immediately puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing at your supple flesh. "So, what do you think the next baby will be? I hope it's a boy, I can't lie."

"Will you shut the fuck up? You are not winning this bet, Diaz."

He looks around before trailing his hand up your dress, your eyes widen when his fingers brush over your panties. "Who you talkin' to like that? Don't let this bet get you fucked up."

You swallow your attitude and shrink in the chair, he removes his hand and gently kisses your temple. Maybe he'd get another baby out of you regardless.

It wasn't long before you two were called in. Once in the room, Oscar was told to sit in the chair that was hooked up to everything while you sat in the extra chair not too far from them. He starts by asking Oscar about his medical history; and if anyone in his family has problems with their vision but he says, "Not as far as I know."

You watch as he's asked to read the chart across the room and he instinctively squints, you cover your mouth to stop your giggles.

Even with the act of squinting he ends up getting a lot of them wrong.

He's tested furthermore and, honestly, it was not looking too good. He was struggling so much that it was truly getting to him, his nails scape at the jeans over his knee caps-- taps them once in a while whenever he lets out a frustrated sigh. You were beginning to feel bad for him, wanting to whisper the letters to him so he didn't feel so... shitty.

The lights in the room turn on and the optometrist sits in his chair. "Mr. Diaz, unfortunately, I do think you'll need some prescription glasses. You are more farsighted in your right eye than you are in your left. The left eye seems to be fine for now. So, I will put in an order for a pair of lenses and when they're ready we'll give you a call to pick out the frames."

Oscar sighs, he sounds so defeated. You two thank the doctor and make your way out of the office building and back to the car. He sucks his teeth while buckling his seatbelt, he crosses his arms and waits for you to put the car in drive but you don't budge. "Why are you acting like this?"

He shrugs. "Let's just go."

"No. What are you upset about?"

"I'm old."

There was a moment of silence, took you a a minute to realize he was serious. "I'm old, mama. I can't see shit, I'm tired, I'm cranky. I'm fucking old. Next thing you know I can't play with my kids, can't play Fútbol con Rafa, dios mio." (Soccer with Rafa, my God)

He was genuinely spiralling. "Papito, I hate to break it to you but we're supposed to get old." You say to him but it (obviously) doesn't help.

"Lo sé, mi amor, pero, they still have to make it to middle school and high school, I gotta see them through college."

"Who says you won't? Mi marido, (my husband) we will be there for all of their events, for all the big changes. We will still be there when they all leave the nest to create their own, and when they come back to visit." You reassure. "I'll still be next to you in a rocking chair. We are not going anywhere, anytime soon. Entiendes? No hay prisa." (Understand? No rush)

He nods, still pouting. You lean over and plant a loving kiss on his lips. "If you ask me you will make a sexy Abuelo. Glasses and all."

"En serio?" A little bit of confidence coming back to him.

"Sí, papi chulo." You purr pulling him in for another kiss. "You know we have a lot of time before we got to get the kids." He grumbles his lips travelling down your neck. "Let's go before you get us in trouble in this parking lot."

He shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time."

You laugh. "I know, I don't want to relive it."

-- --

Days passed and Oscar finally got the call to pick up his lenses and choose the frames, you offered to go with him but he said he wanted to surprise you. You'd been waiting all day excited to see what would walk through the door.

You sighed flipping through the selections on Prime, the house was quiet with the kids either distracted or sleeping and you were bored-- until you heard the car door slam shut and his keys jingle right outside the door. The door swings open but he doesn't enter, not yet. He calls out for you and when you answer all too eagerly he chuckles at your excitement. "You been waitin' on this all day?" He asks.

"Yes, hurry the fuck up." You rush. He appears from behind the door and stands with his arms slightly open. "Cómo me veo?" (How do I look?) He asks. Your eyes widen and your jaw slacks. They were simple black frame glasses, they weren't obnoxiously thick or oddly small, and they were good enough to fit him. You sit up on your knees and lean over the back of the couch. "You look... good. Muy guapo, papito." You slur feeling a heat spread in your lower belly. His eyebrows raise in surprise, he knows that look anywhere.

"Quierida..."

"Oscar... " You had the filthiest line ready for him to hear until a pair of footsteps descended from the steps. "Whoooooa! Elliana, Mira! Papa got glasses!" Rafa announces rushing down the stairs to get a better look and shortly another set of little feet made their way over. The two children were so interested in what was on their father's face and how different he looked. "Can you see better?" Elliana asks and he smiles giving her a sweet kiss on her head. "Sí, mi corazón. Thanks for asking."

Rafa turns to you. "Mama, doesn't Dad's glasses look cool?"

Their eyes were on you but you could feel the taunting nature of your husband's eyes. "Yeah... mhm, he looks... they look-k good." You stammer causing Oscar to smirk.

He had seemingly found an upper hand on you with these glasses and he wasn't afraid to use it over the next week. He had them on even when he didn't need them to see that look on your face— the lust, the adoration— your pupils seem to expand whenever you see him in those spectacles. He just looked fucking hot.

It was the best when he walked around in his grey sweats, alone, with no shirt. Just his tattoos and glasses to complete his look and you ate it up every time. You tug on your bottom lip as you paint the picture in your mind. But why imagine, when you can just go see. The house was quiet, all the kids were sound asleep, you shifted out of bed as carefully as you could to not wake Emilia. Once you are successful you grab the baby monitor and creep downstairs, the television is off and the whole first floor is dark-- the only form of light shines through the windows courtesy of the moon. 

"Why the fuck would you do that!?" 

Ah yes, of course, he was in his habitat. The basement. You sneak your way down to see that the ceiling light is off and he just has the ones around his monitors on, though they are bright enough for her to see where she's going. His back is turned and he's so zoned in that your presence goes unnoticed for quite some time. You cross your arms and dramatically clear your throat to let him know you're here. "Yall give me a minute, wifey is here." You can hear the collective; "Hi wifey!" "Hola señiorita!" "What's good Mrs. Spooky?" 

You smile and greet them right back before he mutes his mic. "What's up?" He spins his chair to give you his full attention. "Emilia's awake?" 

You shake your head. "No, she's still sleeping. Just came to hang out." Your eyes ogle the print in his sweats. He follows your line of sight and chuckles. "You sure?"

"Mhm." You swing your leg over his legs and perch yourself on his lap. "I mention how fucking good you look in these glasses?" You purr leaning in. "They havin' an effect on you, ma. That I can see." He hums ghosting your lips with his. "And that's why you should listen to your esposa (wife)more." 

Your lips finally meet and it's not long before you two are practically nibbling at each other with a mutual desperation to end the sexual tension that's been created over time. "Let me hop off the game-" 

"No, it's okay. They can't see you right?" You smirk gnawing at his jaw. "No, they can't."

You reach between your bodies and slide your hand into his sweats. Oscar reaches up to adjust his glasses and when they begin to fog up he cleans them off and reaches to put them on his desk when you stop him. 

"The glasses stay on, Diaz." 

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Masterlist

Started: 01/2/2021

Last Updated: 08/13/2021

Note: I am black, and all my fics are inclusive of that. Please REBLOG and enjoy!

UPDATE: If you’re gonna go down my master list, spam like my fics, or just like the masterlist itself at least reblog a couple of my fics on your way out. This was supposed to be a tool to make seeing my fics easier, and burying them in likes and no reblogs is a jerk move. Don’t be a jerk. Thank you!

Marvel

Avengers

Sam Wilson

Easy

Here To Stay

Rock Steady

Steve Rogers

Study Time Delights

Owed (Part 1, Part 2)

Safety Net

Bucky Barnes 

Worthy Of Admiration

New Beginnings For Late Bloomers

Long Time Coming

Erik Killmonger

Wildest Dreams

Loki Laufeyson

Legacy

Shang-Chi

Without Question

X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr 

Like No Other

Phantom Love

Logan Howlett

Finest

TVD/TO

TO

Klaus Mikaelson 

The Witch Who Won’t (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

DC

Barry Allen

New Light

On My Block

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Old Ties

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New Rider

Summary: When your date gets sick after one ride and decides to abandon you in an amusement park with no ride home. Sparks fly with a stranger. Pairing: Oscar x Black!Reader Warnings: swearing, vomit Visuals

I couldn’t stop laughing as i walked towards the exit of the roller coaster watching Jason stumble to the nearest trash can. 

“I didn’t know you could scream that high pitched” I jokingly mocked him.

“Shut up (y/n)” Jason said as he held onto the sides of the trash can trying to steady himself.

“It was funny and I could’ve sworn I heard you crying at one point” I continued to tease.

“You’re a fucking bi-”

Before Jason could finish his sentence all the contents of his stomach began to empty into the trash can. At this point I stopped laughing and walked closer to him attempting to comfort him, but he held up his hand abruptly to stop from coming closer. 

“Don’t step any fucking further” he said with a loss of breath.

“I just wanted to-” he cut me off

“I’m leaving and you can either come with me now or find your own way home”

“But we just got here why do you want to leave so early”

“I don't know (y/n)  maybe because i just fucking threw up” he says as he walks away.

“I know smartass i just watched you. There are other rides and they’re not as fast as this one” I say chasing after him.

“I don’t want to be here. I don’t even like roller coasters”

“Then why did you bring me here Jason”

“Because when I asked where you wanted to go you said here. Instead of like a restaurant or the movies like a normal person” he began to raise his voice

“You should’ve said something when I asked” i began to become defensive

“And seem like some bitch, no way”

“You would’ve looked like less of a bitch if you told me before hand. Instead of throwing up after riding the slowest fucking ride in the park”

“Fuck you (y/n) I should’ve never asked you out”

“Do me a favor Jason and lose my number, because I can’t be with a person who can't even handle the kid section of an amusement park” I stop walking behind him and turn around.

“Have fun getting home bitch”

“Thanks for the free ticket” I yell back at him.

This is the last time I let my cousin put me on with some guy she knew from work. “Oh he’s such a good guy” bullshit, but I’m not gonna let his scary ass ruin such a beautiful day like this. 

Before I could realize it I was walking towards my favorite water ride. The line was relatively short. I stood around for about three minutes before one of the workers started to shout that they were looking for a single rider. I quickly raised my hand and started to rush towards the front of line. The worker ushered me to one of the boats where a tall, buff, tan man was sitting. I sat down next to the stranger and let the worker push down the safety bar. As the ride started the boat roughly rocked down the path towards a dark tunnel. The boat lightly scraped against the edges of the tunnel and it became pitch black. We were coming up on my favorite part of the ride as we inched closer and closer to the edge of the drop

“Oh hell nah those mother fuckers lied to me” the man next to me said 

“i’m going to ki-” before he could finish his sentence the boat descended down the hill

All i could hear was the deep scream of the man next to me, and i couldn't hold back my laugh as the boat went around the sharp turns of the path. As the boat hit the conveyor to pull us up the next hill at a deathly slow rate. I felt a hand inch closer to mine. Our pinkies were slightly rubbing together as the anticipation of the drop built up the closer we got to the top. We had finally reached the top of the hill and the boat slid down the hill swiftly. I no longer felt the stranger’s pinky rubbing against mine. Instead I felt his large and rough hand wrap on top of mine, and he began his loud screaming again. It was an interesting sight to see when i turned my head to look at him as the ride came to its end. The more I looked at him the more I couldn’t hold back my laugh. This man was tatted from the face down and the thought of him screaming on a water roller coaster was extremely funny to me. I sat there soaked in water because of the drops laughing uncontrollably. I felt eyes on me and turned to meet the gaze of my seatmate. 

“What’s so funny” he asked 

“Nothing, I was just wondering if you were screaming that loud when you got your face tattoo”

“I actually screamed louder when i got my dick tatted” he said smirking

“Oh shit really, why would you get tattooed there”

“I mean if you wanna see it all you gotta do is ask nicely” he chuckled lightly

There was an awkward silence because the tension between us was so thick. All i could do was stare at him. This man was incredibly gorgeous with amazing bone structure. 

“I’m just joking I dont have a dick tattoo, but my face tat did hurt a lot probably because I was 12 when i first got it”

“Damn, I just got my first tattoo this year” i said showing him the small butterfly on my left wrist

The ride finally came to a stop and it was time to get off. 

“You know the scary part of the ride is over now you can let go of my hand”

“Who says i’m not still scared” he says picking our hands up off the safety bar and holding my hand a little tighter.

“Well if you wanna keep holding my hand I should at least know your name”

Before he could say anything one of the workers walk towards us and tells us to get off of the ride because we’re holding up the line. I struggled to get out the boat until I felt strong hands pick me up out of the boat and pull me close.

“My name is Oscar, whats yours moreanita”

“(y/n)”

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[songficsbyrissi]

Lost Ones (Spooky Diaz x Reader)

Warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of pregnancy, abortion, and deadbeat fathers.

“And I ain't too proud to tell you

That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it

And girl, I know it hurt, but if this world was perfect

Then we could make it work, but I doubt it” - J. Cole

****************

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz sat on the edge of the bathtub, holding the blue and white stick tightly like you didn’t just pee on it. For some reason, he thought staring at the digital screen would change from 1 word into 2. Unfortunately, it was still that one word.

Pregnant.

You, his girlfriend, was pregnant. When you had suspicions that you were pregnant, you secretly went to the store to purchase 3 pregnancy tests and once you took them, they all said that same word.

Pregnant.

You and Spooky were expecting a child and this was not good news at all.

“Oscar, please say something.” You whispered so softly, staring at him with dried tears on your face.

He remained silent, still staring at the test. His head was swimming with thoughts. Maybe you weren’t even pregnant. Maybe it’s a prank and you were lying, but you were not this good of an actress. Besides, you would’ve busted out laughing by now.

Then the thought came to him that maybe it wasn’t his but that thought got shot down quickly in his head. You loved him with all your heart. You wouldn’t do that to him.

Did you purposely get pregnant? What happened to birth control? Then again, if you were to purposely get pregnant, you would be jumping in joy and not sitting on the floor in despair.

You got up from the floor and walked up to him, taking his hands. Your pleading eyes made contact with his.

“Please talk to me. Say something.”

Spooky finally spoke. “How did this happen?”

You sighed shaking your head. “Well when a man and a woman love each other very much or like each other or they’re just drunk enough, they wanna express it in a physical way which happens to produce a baby.”

Spooky had an unimpressed scowl on his face. “That’s not funny.”

“Do you see me laughing?” You shot back, tilting your head. Your head came back into its original position and you sighed once again.

“We need to talk about this.”

“What’s there to talk about? We can’t have a kid. Talk over.” Spooky got off the bathtub, tossing the pregnancy test in the trash. He washed his hands and went into the fridge to get a beer. All you could do was watch him do all this in shock. He chugged down the beer and you stared at him with your arms folded.

“Seriously, Spooky?”

He slammed the fridge close, glaring at you. “Seriously what? You really think it’ll be a good idea for us to have a child?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s not like we never talked about it.”

“Yeah, we talked about it. FOR THE FUTURE.” Spooky got close in your face, emphasizing the last 3 words. “The future where we’re older, smarter, making a lot of money and most importantly, married. We are none of that right now.”

“I know that, and I know that this isn’t the ideal situation to bring a baby in, but like it or not, it’s here.” Your arms were folded again. You were hoping he would have a better response to this.

“Not for long because you’re getting that abortion, right?” He questioned taking a swig of beer.

You had a look on your face, as if he slapped you hard across the face and spit in it. You could physically feel your heart break. The man you love doesn’t want you to have his child. You couldn’t believe it. He had to be joking. Spooky saw the shocked and hurt expression on your face and sighed. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He never means to hurt you but he had to be realistic here. This is a life that was being discussed. 

“I’m not trying to fight with you, Princesa. I’ve just been actually thinking. How are we going to raise a kid by ourselves? We are only 23!” He gestured all around you. “Does this seem like a good place to raise a kid? This neighborhood is dangerous. Where are we going to move to? Somewhere safer? Somewhere safer costs more money. Baby, I’m an ex-con. Only the jobs that barely pay shit hire ex-cons. We can’t live off your little receptionist job alone!”

You didn’t say anything. You just kept staring

at him with tears in your eyes. He took it as a sign to continue.

“Listen, I don’t want to bring mi hijo or mi hija in this world if I ain’t got shit to give them. I’m not going to leave but you gotta really think about it. Would it be smart for us to bring a child into this?”

Once your boyfriend finished his speech, you just backed away from him and stared out the window where kids were playing jump rope and riding their bikes outside. Little girls playing patty-cake and hopscotch while little boys played basketball and tag. You couldn’t stop the small smile that appeared on your face.

Looking out of the window gave you a bit of hope but Spooky didn’t see it. Maybe he didn’t want to see it.

“We have less than 9 months to figure something out.” You croaked out, still staring at the scene outside the window.

You heard a frustrated sigh behind you. “You’re not getting it.”

You finally turned around with angry tears flowing down your face. “No! You’re not getting it! You must’ve forgotten all the conversations we had way back! You remember those fucking conversations, Oscar?!”

He stared at you as the flashback hit him.

“It’s really crazy how Toya got pregnant. We’re only 21. We just became legal to drink and now she can’t.” You sighed as you laid your head on your boyfriend’s lap as he watched TV. He cleared his throat and didn’t say anything. He was always a man of a few words. Part of the reason why people feared him so much. Other than his little brother Cesar, you were the only person he would actually hold a full conversation with and talk for hours.

“Baby?” You said as you rose from his lap making eye contact with him. His hooded eyes focused on you. “What if we-“

“We’re not.” Spooky cut you off, already knowing where you were going with this.

“But what if.....we did?” You questioned softly. “And what would we do about it?”

Spooky groaned throwing his head back. “It’s not gonna happen. We’re smart.”

You folded your arms. “Smart people get pregnant too.” Your boyfriend inhaled deeply and didn’t say anything.

“The only 100% effective way to prevent pregnancy is not having sex and we’re obviously not going to do that.” You stated causing your boyfriend to snort in amusement and you elbowed him, rolling your eyes. “Seriously, Oscar. What if I was to get pregnant now? What would we do? What would you do?”

“I would do whatever it takes to make sure you and the baby are good. No matter what. The baby’s created and we gotta take responsibility because God don’t make mistakes. So if we tried to prevent it and you still ended up pregnant, we would just have to deal with it and make sure our child is born into a good situation.”

You just blinked because you were relieved that he wasn’t dismissing this conversation. He was actually thinking realistically. You saw him clench the bottle of beer he was drinking in anger.

“My father.....left me and Cesar and I still hate him for it. How am I supposed to be a father to him if I never got the chance to be a son? I always told myself that I would never put my child in that situation. It just starts a fucked up cycle and who knows when that cycle will be broken?”

Oscar shook his head as if he was trying to shake tears that were threatening to fall away. He took another drink of the beer. “I refuse to be him. I refuse to be a coward and turn my back on what I created.”

You smiled planting a soft kiss on his lips. “You’ll never be him.”

“Or did you forget that? Did you forget telling me that you wouldn’t turn your back on this? On us?”

“I’m not turning my back! I’m thinking realistically, Y/N!” Spooky began to shout now. He rarely shouted at you. That’s how you knew you were really under his skin.

“Oh really? Your exact words were-“

“I know what my exact words were! What you’re not getting is I changed my mind. People change, Y/N.”

You snorted in disbelief, laughing sardonically. “You sure did.”

“Don’t do that,” Spooky warned in a low voice coming closer but you didn’t back down.

“No! Fuck you Oscar! I should’ve known this is how you would act! You said you love me, now look at you! Singing a different song now that shit got real! I should’ve known you weren’t different from the rest. The rest of those guys who say whatever to get what they want! I LET YOU HIT RAW!” You pushed his chest as hard as you could, with your chest heaving up and down. “I let you fuck me raw, and now, I’m pregnant and you got the nerve to get in my face, talking about some abortion. This is my body, Oscar! I’m not aborting this baby! The only person taking this baby from me is God and last time I checked, YOU AIN’T GOD!”

“Y/N-“

“No! Shut the fuck up! I let you speak, and now it’s my turn!” You shoved a finger in his face as tears continued to roll down your face. “I’m going to love this baby, with or without you! My mom raised me by herself, and I’ll do the same with this child! I still don’t understand how you could be standing in my face, saying that when you said you hated your father and you would never be like your father! That you wouldn’t do that shit he pulled, but look at you! Doing the same shit! You ain’t shit! You ain’t shit to me, and as far as this child is concerned, you ain’t gonna be shit to them either.”

You got out of his sight, still holding a hand to your belly, and headed into the bathroom to continue crying your eyes out.

Spooky took a deep breath, trying to figure something out. He figured you didn’t mean what you said. You were just really upset. He had to make a decision. Stay here and wait for you to come out so you can probably talk about this or go out for a drive, giving you and him some space to cool down. He chose the latter, grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

On the drive, Spooky watched the scene where kids were playing and having fun. He began reminiscing about the times when Cesar was little and he would play with him outside. He remembered the tiny smile on his innocent face. He remembered how scary it was keeping Cesar safe on his own but he did it. He managed to raise his brother on his own and seeing that Cesar doesn’t want to be part of the Santos, he’d like to think he did a pretty good job.

Spooky doesn’t know how he did it but he managed to drive right to the park where he and his brother used to play on. There were still kids there. His hazel eyes focused on a little girl being helped by her dad on the monkey bars, giggling uncontrollably. Somehow, the little girl turned a little boy and her dad became....his dad. The little boy was him. He saw his younger self grin as he hung off the monkey bars and his father giving him a small smirk. The grin dropped a little. That memory happened before his father left his life and never came back.

“What about your seed, man?” His younger self looked straight at him and asked. Spooky’s eyes narrowed in confusion and he could’ve sworn he was seeing things.

“What about your seed?”

The vision returned back to the little girl smiling as she finished the monkey bars with her father grinning in pride. She hugged her father’s legs and he lifted her up, kissing her cheek repeatedly as she giggled in happiness. It was a beautiful sound.

He pulled off after he came to the conclusion that you and him had a lot to discuss. Maybe, he was too hasty, telling you to abort the baby. Maybe he was just scared and freaked out that he wanted the easy out but now he’s realizing it’s not necessarily what he wanted. But you were not going to find that out while he was out. He gotta go back home to you.

“Y/N?”

This house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Spooky began to investigate. He went into the bedrooms and the bathroom. No sign of you anywhere. Your clothes were gone and you left no trace of you anywhere. You left him.

He took his phone out of his pocket to call you when a piece of paper on the counter caught his attention. It was handwritten and it only said two words.

You won.

Spooky clenched the note, falling onto the chair and just kept staring at those two words that managed to completely break his heart. What hurt the most is that he wasn’t sure what you meant by saying he won. Did you leave him for good, dedicated to being a single mother or did you change your mind, got the abortion, and left him because you hated him? Either way, you were wrong.

He was no winner at all in this situation.

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Girl in the Brown Dress.

❝ Girl in the Brown Dress. ❞

Pairing ❧ Julio Macias x Black! Reader!

Description ↝ In which there is a party for cast and friends for the final season of On My Block and you’re invited by Jess.

Warning(s) ⚠︎; none yet.

❥ I don’t know if this is a three part series or not. For now it’ll be only two part.

☞ Words; 1K

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ Let’s cut to the chase. ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ Ready? ❚

Sighing deeply as you unpacked your luggage. You were staying with your best friend, Jess for a while. You were in the process of finding your own place but it was proven difficult, everything was either not in your budget or was just not fitting for you. You had recently gone through a break up.

One that cut deeper than you expected. Placing the neatly folded clothing inside the drawer. Once You were fully unpacked You took the suit cases and placed them in the closet neatly and showered.

Getting out the shower, You placed on the clothes that was on the bed, making your way down the stairs. Seeing Jess and her husband talking. “Hi, Y/n” Adam greeted, You smiled waving at him then Jess. “Hey, Adam. Hi Jess.” Jess smiled her goofy grin, nodding her head. “Hi, Pretty. How was your shower?” Sitting at the island, rubbing your shoulder just a little bit. “Super soothing, like that shower is amazing. Like it should be a crime how soothing it is.” Adam laughs softly. “I’m glad you liked it, I’m going to leave you two to it.” He kisses her and walks away, You slightly squirmed and looked down at the tea that she placed in front of you, You always envied Jess and Adams love. Their love was something of the making.

“So, are you up to getting cute and coming out with me tonight?” She grinned, her bob shaking as she bobbed her head in a playful manner.

Little did you know, Adam and Jess had been discussing you and how they believe you and her co star, Julio, would make a beautiful couple. Julio was a great guy, and honestly one of the kindest and sweetest men she knew aside from her husband, and she knew you needed someone who would be the there and never walk away, Julio was perfect for you and all she wanted was her best friend to be happy and in love. 

“Not really, I wanted to get some sleep. That was a pretty long flight, I’m a little tired.” You answered.

She looked disappointed. And, she was because this was the first time that you and Julio would get to meet. At least until her little get together around the house. “Alright fine, where you trying to go?” You didn’t want to say no, after all, she did open her home to you in your time of need, no questions asked. “Where you trying to go though?”

She grins. “There is a party for my show. The ending of it rather, all the cast are getting together and I want you to accompany me.”

You had never been to some party in Hollywood, surrounded by a bunch of celebrities, whether it was just for the cast or not. You didn’t want to go half-cocked. “I don’t have anything to wear to that Jess.” She smiled. “You let me worry about that, I have a stylist coming over to dress me in about thirty minutes, she can dress you too.”

“Okay, but doesn’t that be costly?”

She fanned her hand. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head on the cost, Its on me. I GOT you until you are able to get on your feet. It’s alright, I know you are in a tight position right now.” You knew even if you did get on your feet and give jess the money back, she would never accept it. That’s just how she was. She was a kind hearted person, and you were grateful she was your friend and she was grateful to have you as well.

“Oh. Thats the one.” Jess and her stylist grinned as the beautiful brown dress hugged your curves.

It was latex, something highly out your comfort zone. But the party was casual, not too fancy and it of course, looked so great on you, topping it off with some gorgeous designer pumps. and your hooped earrings, your naturally curly hair was now straight and slicked back into a high-up ponytail, your nails was freshly redone with a light pink paint, and almond shaped and short. “It looks the bomb.” The stylist compliments. 

“Really compliments your complexion and everything,”

You didn’t know whether to be offended or appreciated. You smiled a tight lipped smile, looking over at Jess who was looking incredible. “You look incredible!” You cheesed. She smiled. “Thank you, are you all set and ready to go?” You felt like when you walked, you squeak. That was the only thing you did not like about the dress, seating in the back of the car, You placed your clutched down beside you. “You really do look amazing.” Jess compliments.

You both entered the building,  But it wasn’t long before you each party ways. She went about her business once she had seen you close by Julio, as you approached the little variety bar. The party was at the Directors home, which, of course made it a private party and you needed to be invited to get in unless you were someone’s plus-one. “Hello.” Julio says as he was just an inch apart from you, fixing his plate. Considering it was just a down-to- earth party there were no servers. It was just a casual gathering. “Hi,” You smiled up at him. You finally came face to face to him and got a good look at him.

And he got a good look at you. He placed some of the finger foods on his plate first. You both reached for the pigs in a blanket at the same time, causing a slight chuckle. “I’m sorry. You go first.” You stepped away, grabbing some other food something that you knew would feel you up.

You were completely tired and wished you were cuddled up and asleep but, here you were. You couldn’t complain though, you were meeting Julio. You always had a little crush on his character Spooky, and to see him in person and see that he was just as handsome, you were intrigued. “You’re fine, Do I know you though? Are you one of the extras?” He asks. You shook your head no. “No, I came with one of the cast members. I’m Jess’ plus one.” You smile, Julio found it upsetting that his close friend had hid someone so beautiful from him.

Now, Julio was in the market and looking but he didn’t want someone in the industry. He wanted someone who was outside of the industry, someone who would understand he was just as normal as everyone else and not the big time celebrity, who broke out with ON MY BLOCK or on the Netflix series Selena. He was more than just Spooky or Los Dinos. He was Julio Macias. Nothing more, nothing less. “Ah, I was just about to say, I would hope to have remembered a face like yours.”

“Is that a compliment?” You slightly blush.

He chuckled. Oh that smile, those perfect teeth... Could this man not be anymore perfect? He was just amazingly beautiful, “like it should be illegal for someone to be this fine.” you said to yourself, mentally. “It is. It’s a compliment, Just mean to say you’re a beautiful woman and I would never forget the face of someone as beautiful as you.” You blush, shaking your head finishing fixing your plate. 

The evening was going great, everyone was giving speeches and you were just seated next to Jess, Julio was up now wrapping up his speech, “I guess what I’m trying to say is.. I’m thankful to have had this opportunity, and most importantly. I am thankful for this cast- who is more than just a cast- my familia. I thank you all,” Everyone clapped, You clapped as well, your eyes was full of lust, desire and want.

You were no longer wanting to mingle wot everyone else. You wanted Julio Macias.

Could anyone be any more perfect? He was just perfect, it was something about him that you craved and wanted. “Enjoy my speech?” He smiled over at you, he found himself wanting to enjoy your company more than anyone else’s. And no one minded it, because they wanted Julio to find someone; especially Jess. SHE  knew from the minute she met him, that he would be perfect for you- He was just your type but this time- He was one who would never switch up. She saw you marrying him, and Jess was always right.

“I did, its real nice to see all of you formed this bond. I like the fact Jess had all of you, it’s nice to see how close all of you are.”

Julio dropped his head low then back up, he flashed that smile again. “It’s pretty loud in here, would you like to go somewhere more quiet?” You nod, He took your hand and led you through the many people surrounding the back yard and into the house, being that he’s been here plenty of times before, he knew the place like the back of his hand and he knew the perfect spot- The office.

“Something is telling me you didn’t bring me in here to just talk, Julio.”

You was being stern but deep down, this was one time, You didn’t mind having a one night stand. “I did, But if you want to do more- That’s entirely up to you.” He places a hand on his chest whilst the other rested his glass of tequila on the desk he was leaned against. You blush shaking your head, you had butterflies in the pitting of your stomach and you liked this feeling- Feeling no other man gave you. “I’m not one for one night stands.”

“Whose to say it has to be one night?” He questioned with a warming smile.

You smirked slightly, shaking your head. “So, Julio, did you enjoy playing Spooky?” You wanted to change the subject, not wanting to come off as easy, but you couldn’t lie, you was not in the mood for introductions, you wanted him, right here and right now. You wanted to feel his lips against yours. You wanted to feel him inside you. You wanted to feel something other then heartbreak, was that too much to ask?. “I did, but I want to know more about you. How come I’ve never seen you around before?”

“Up until today, I was living in Augusta.” You answered, “But, I’m here for now.”

He smiled. “Good, I would like to take you out some time.” You were hesitated at first, but you couldn’t let your heartbreak stop you from making moves anymore. “I would like that.” Julio smiled softly, You walked a little closer. “Is it bad that deep down, I want you to kiss me and I don-” You were cut off by his lips pressing against yours, his hand on the back of your neck. The other moving from the center of your back to the lower, you kissed him back, the few pecks turned into tongue wrestling and hands caressing each others bodies, you pulled away from him, “No, this can’t- I need to go.” You stumbled out of there, leaving behind your purse and earring- hell even your jacket. “Jess, I’m extremely tired. I need to go...”

With that, you exited. Julio rushed out with your things, casing the backyard for you.. But you were gone. Did he do something wrong?

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NEXT LIFETIME

about — Cambria Turner had just lost her father to a battle of cancer. Dealing with this loss can be hard especially since she’s only 15. While dealing with the loss of her father, and trying to keep in touch with her incarcerated mother and an annoying little cousin she has to find a new life in a new city. Which means a whole new school making new friends, along the way she meets someone who understands what it’s like to have a parent in jail and also lose a parent.

pairing — oscar ‘spooky’ diaz x cambria turner [ oc ]

EXCERPT —

Cambria smiled looking at Oscar as he talked about how everything was going with Cesar. Her eyes moved across his face as he continued to talk to her, she nodded along half listening distracted by how peaceful he looked around her.

“Are you even listening to me Bria?”

She giggled, shaking her head no. “And why not?”

“Well I got distracted, but I heard most of it and I empathize with what you’re doing to make sure Cesar has a decent chance of getting out of here.” She replies, looking him in his eyes.

“So, you’re just gonna skip over the part about you being distracted or?”

“Yes, I am but we should be heading back, you know how my uncle is when I stay out too late.”

Cambria got up dusting the sand off her jeans taking a final look at the ocean. Oscar did the same but instead of looking at the ocean he was looking at Bria. She was one of the few people he felt like understood him to some extent, and honestly he never felt more like himself around her and honestly he wouldn’t be surprised if she felt the same way.

Oscar grabbed her hand, agreeing with her that he had to get her back to her home before the sun went down. The two held a conversation about finals and just school in general on the way back to the car. Oscar opened the door for Bria before making his way to the driver’s side.

The drive back to Freeridge was quicker than they both hoped it would be. But Oscar did notice Bria staring at him a few times before turning away to look out the window. This caused him to smile and hold her hand for the rest of the drive back.

Once they turned onto Cambria’s street, she noticed her uncle Dwayne standing on the porch waiting for her. She let out a deep sigh throwing her head back against the headrest. Oscar chuckled parking a few houses down from her residences.

Bria turned towards him after she unbuckled herself. “I honestly wished I could hang out with you for just a little bit longer.”

This caused a slight blush to creep onto his cheeks. “I know, I wish you could too princesa, but you need to get inside before you get in trouble. Now go, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mhm, alright during school or after?” He laughed telling her to go and he’ll see her tomorrow during school.

She got out of the car grabbing her bag, waving him goodbye before jogging up to the house. He smiled watching her walk up to her uncle and he just shook his head pouting inside. He knew she was in trouble, but he also knew that no matter what they were still on for their ‘date’ tomorrow.

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