#steve villegas

[joinsarcadia]

i’d love to see ...

rahul kohli as vision, ryan potter as billy kaplan, rudy pankow as teddy altman, diego luna as clint barton, quintessa swindell as cassie lang, joy sunday as hazel isley, aarif rahman as damian wayne, michael trevino as jon kent, aj clementine as valeria richards, alycia pascual pena as america chavez, park chaeyoung as karolina dean, richard madden as alex summers, brianna marquez as gert yorkes, natalie dormer as betsy braddock, emmy rossum as lorna dane, jessica chastain as pepper potts, gemma chan as carol ferris, jan cina as richard grayson, anna diop as koriand’r, ian anthony dale as jason todd, keilani elizabeth rose as alani ryan, eddie spears as roy harper  !

...

alex meraz as a child of dorma + namor [ a few hundred years old ], hannah marks as a child of kurt wagner, jesus castro as a child of wanda maximoff + steve rogers, cher lloyd as a child of richard grayson + barbara gordon, anok yai as a child of t’challa + ororo munroe, jonathan daviss as a child of okoye, auli’i cravalho as a child of arthur curry + mera, yalitza aparicio as a child of namora, jasmine villegas as a child of kamar, taija kerr as a child of arthur curry + mera, jahanara rahman as a child of rachel summers, sam talu as a child of madelyn pryor, logan lerman as a child of kitty pryde + peter quill, madelaine petsch as a child of tony stark + pepper potts  ! 

#marvel rp #dc rp #appless rp #oc rp #discord rp #next gen rp

[movienized-com]

La Cabeza de Joaquín Murrieta

La Cabeza de Joaquín Murrieta (Serie 2023) #JuanManuelBernal #AlejandroSpeitzer #LiamSharpe #AndrewLelandRogers #EmilianoZurita #MichaelWilsonMorgan Mehr auf;

Serie Jahr: 2023- (Februar) Genre: Action / Western Hauptrollen: Juan Manuel Bernal, Alejandro Speitzer, Liam Sharpe, Andrew Leland Rogers, Emiliano Zurita, Michael Wilson Morgan, Steve Wilcox, Yoshira Escárrega, Chiara Parravicini, Manuel Villegas, Marc Dennis, Leonard Kelly-Young, Dale Carley … Serienbeschreibung: Der zwölfjährige Edward Adler (Colin O’Brien) überlebt als Einziger einen…

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#Alejandro Speitzer #Amazon Prime #Andrew Leland Rogers #Juan Manuel Bernal #Liam Sharpe

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 1.17

Beer Birthdays

Benjamin Franklin (1706)

Ron Kloth (1959)

Jeff Mendel (1961)

Edu Villegas (1976)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Muhammed Ali; boxer (1942)

Jim Carrey; actor (1962)

Zooey Deschanel; actor, singer (1980)

James Earl Jones; actor (1931)

Betty White; actor (1922)

Famous Birthdays

Luis Alvarez; physicist (1911)

Naveen Andrews; actor (1969)

Noah Beery; actor (1883)

Anne Bronte; writer (1820)

Al Capone; gangster (1899)

David Caruso; actor (1956)

Troy Donahue; actor (1937)

Steve Earle; singer, songwriter (1955)

Leonhard Fuchs; German botanist (1501)

David Lloyd George; British politician (1863)

Steve Harvey; comedian (1957)

Susanna Hoffs; rock musician (1959)

Rock Hudson; actor (1925)

Andy Kaufman; comedian (1949)

Nora Kaye; dancer, ballerina (1920)

Robert F. Kennedy Jr.; environmental lawyer (1954)

Kid Rock; rock musician (1971)

Eartha Kitt; singer, actor (1927)

Shari Lewis; puppeteer (1933)

George Lyttelton; English writer (1709)

Vido Musso; jazz musician (1913)

Michelle Obama; first lady (1964)

Maury Povich; television talk show host (1933)

Vidal Sasson; cosmetologist (1928)

Mack Sennett; film director (1880)

Moira Shearer; ballerina (1926)

Thomas Stafford; astronaut (1930)

Konstantin Stanislavsky; actor, acting coach (1863)

Mick Taylor; rock guitarist (1948)

Paul Young; rock singer (1956)

#Birthdays

[newmysterygirl]

"Can Never Say No To The Princess."

Reader x Sadeyes, Oscar and Rio

Summary: You go on a date without the guys knowing but once they get word of it they decide to drop by.

Warning: Some Cussing, angst.

A/N: I didn't know what I was going to do with these three but then I saw one of the chapters for livingwiththem and my brain thought this up. Hope you like it :)

Shout out to @b3mybunnybaby for the idea of doing a quick one of these three Kings.

Not my Gifs but idk who they belong to because they were in my camera roll so just let me know if it's yours and I'll give credit.

♡♡♡♡

The guys left around noon to go handle some business. Once you found out they would be gone for the whole day you were actually happy this time because you were finally going on a date with this guy you've been talking to, Luis and the guys don't know about him and you didn't want them to. At least not yet, you want to see how the date goes and then if you see a future you'll prepare him.

You go to the mall and buy a red lace top, a pair of black jeans that made your ass look great and a pair of black heels but not to much heel because you didn't want to be taller than him.

Around six Luis text you that he's coming to get you and he has a few places he wants to take you. He picks you up and drive you to the boardwalk, you guys do nothing but laugh. You guys get some sweets and eat as you walk on the beach, as the sun sets.

Once it's dark it starts getting cold so you guys go back to his car and sit there and talk because neither of you wanted the night to end. Your stomach growled about an hour an a half after being in the car so you guys decide to head back and grab something to eat but when he takes you to a taco place by your place everything goes south.

♡♡♡♡

When you were driving away Rio was pulling up but he didn't think about the car that was driving away from him as he turned onto the street. Rio and two other Santos get out and head inside.

Once Rio gets to the door he unlocks it and they walk in; he calls out for you but nothing. He goes looking for you but can't find you so he calls you.

"She's not answering." Rio says pulling the phone away from his ear, confused because you had a special ring tone for him, Spooky and Sadeyes so you wouldn't miss their calls.

"Maybe we should call Spooky." One of the Santos suggest but Rio's quick to cut that idea.

"No. I got it." He says, sending you a few text messages.

♡♡♡♡

About an hour of you not answering Sadeyes shows up at the house since no Santos were at Spookys. Once Sadeyes walks in he nods at the Santos and sees how tense Rio is so he asks

"What's up."

"Y/Ns not here and she's not answering her phone." Rio says.

Sadeyes frowns his eyebrows, confused and pulls his phone out to see if you'd answer him. Once you didn't and Rio showed him how many times he called and texted you Sadeyes says "We need to tell Spooky."

Rio growls, irritated and sucks he teeth but doesn't argue.

Sadeyes told the Santos at the house to spread the word that they need to keep an eye out for you and call if they find you. Around 10 Spooky shows up at Rio's.

"You guys ok? They said you needed me here. Y/N ok?" Spooky ask once he walks in.

"We can't find her." Rio says after Sadeyes and him exchanged a look.

"What do you mean you can't find her?" Spooky ask, confused and worried. "She was here when you left. No?"

"No she was but when I got back-"

"What time? What time did you get back?" Spooky ask interrupting Rio.

"Around six thirty." Rio says.

Spooky turns around, trying to calm down and think of where you could of gone.

"We call and texted, nothing. So I sent Rocko and Jr to tell the others to keep an eye out." Sadeyes says

Spooky nods and pulls his phone out.

It can't hurt to give you a call and see if you'll answer, he thinks.

Voicemail. At least it's on, he thinks.

As he's pulling the phone away from his ear Cesar walks in and the Santos look at him.

"What are you doing here?" Spooky ask

"Joker said your looking for Y/N. Me and Monse saw her at that taco shop down the street."

The Santos look at each other and head out the door, to the famous red Impala and to you.

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Your sitting there in one of the four booths in the taco shop, laughing and talking to Luis that you didn't notice the famous red Impala pull up and you didn't notice the guys walk in right away.

But once you see them your face drops. Luis looks behind him to see what your looking at and his eyes go wide with fear for a few seconds.

Makes sense since Luis is almost 5'8 and Sadeyes is 6'3, even when he's was sitting down he's still tall. Spooky is 6'1 and has a scary ass face when he wants to and Rio is 6'1 , they all had the Santo tattoo and some others. They were definitely intimidating if you didn't know them how you knew them.

Spooky silently tells you to move over and you do after rolling your eyes. Sadeyes stands next to Spooky, staring at Luis.

Rio stands at the end of the table staring at Luis and honestly he was more intimidating now because he had some cuts on his face, that you would clean later.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" Rio ask you looking at you.

"Must of died." You seethe

Rio licks his lips and looks at Luis.

Spooky calmly says "Your the reason we were worried. The reason the whole block was looking for her."

You look at Spooky like he's unbelievable but you know you're lucky there weren't posters of you up on phone polls.

"You need to leave." Rio says happily but also deadly.

Luis looks at you and you give him a small lip tight smile and he gets out of the booth and is followed out by Sadeyes and Rio.

Once Luis leaves the parking lot you turn to Spooky and saying "Move."

He stare at you for to long so you stand up and step over the table then over the booth and storm out the taco shop, him hot on your tail.

"I ain't done!" Spooky says

You ignore him and March to the Impala. You know they won't let you walk, they would pick you up and put you in the car if they had to so you pull up the seat and climb in the back, pulling the front seat down you sit right behind the passenger seat, up against the window and wait for them to get in.

Sadeyes gets in, sitting up front, Rio gets in the back but thankfully doesn't move towards you, just looks at you, Spooky gets in after putting the seat down and starts driving.

It's quite till Rio looks at you and breaks it by asking

"You serious?"

You turn your head and look him up and down, pissed then say

"Yes. You guys never let me do anything that a normal girl does."

"Your not a normal girl Y/N." Oscar says

"Your special, and not just to us. Everyone sees it. That's why girls hate you and why we keep guys away." Sadeyes states

You scoff at that comment before saying "But it's not fair! I want a man to love me, and have a family one day and I can't get that if I don't go on dates."

It's quite for the rest of the drive. The guys thinking about what you said till Spooky pulls up to the house you and Rio share. Since your in the back you can't get out till Sadeyes moves so you sit there, waiting for someone to say something.

"You know we love you. Right?" Spooky says breaking the silence.

"Yeah." You quietly say, looking down at your hands.

Spooky turns in his seat and looks at you. So does Sadeyes.

"You don't see what we see Y/N/N." Sadeyes says

"The guys that be looking at you and trying to get you ain't shit and we know that. That's why we scare them off." Sadeyes says.

"You don't know Luis though." You quietly say

The boys look at each other then Spooky says "Your right."

You look up at him and he continues "We don't know him- but we.... just-"

"We want you Happy. We do but you gotta understand that you don't see or hear what we see and hear. These foos around here really ain't shit." Rio says

"We're just looking out for ya." Sadeyes says

You look at them and think for a moment then say "Will you guys at least try to talk to Luis before you blow him off?"

"I ain't blowin that foo." Spooky says.

"I ain't blowin him." Sadeyes says.

"The fuck." Rio says.

Was their responses which made you smile.

"We'll think about it." Spooky says which means yes because they can never say no to the Princess.

A/N: I wrote this last night. It took me like an hour, I think but I'm actually surprised at how much I like this. I hope you enjoyed :)

#rio x reader #rio #rio good girls #sad eyes x reader #oscar diaz #oscar diaz fluff #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscar spooky diaz #spooky diaz x reader #spooky diaz #spooky x reader #newmysterygirlmanny #newmysterygirloscardiaz #on my block imagine #on my block fanfiction #steve villegas #newmysterygirlsadeyes #newmysterygirlonmyblock #imagine #fandom #one shot #n.m.g threekings

[jmaciasgang]

“Mi Compa, Spooky... 💯” - @iamstevevillegas  IG Story

#Julio Macias #Steve Villegas #These fine ass men 😍 #On My Block #OMB Cast #Oscar Diaz #Spooky Diaz #Sad Eyez #IG #Mine

[oscars-wifeyyy]

Call of Duty Winner

You were the oldest of the Diaz family by three minutes. Oscar’s twin who took care of both him and Cesar to the best of your ability. Oscar had gotten jumped into the Santos while, after you graduated, you got three jobs while still going to community college so you could keep up with everything that everybody needed and wanted. When Oscar brought around Sad Eyes, you immediately welcomed him in with some homemade food that you and Oscar learned how to cook not too long ago and offered him some. That was the whole relationship between the two of you until you finally got your Associate’s Degree and was able to quit two of the three jobs and get a good paying job that needed someone of your degree. This had led to having more time for yourself and the house.

You were lounging around when Sad Eyes and Oscar walked in while laughing and you saw Sad Eyes as something more than not bad looking. It was his laugh and the way he smiled at you so you just shook your head free of it and went into the kitchen to cook for the four of you since Cesar was out right now.

“What y’all wanna eat? I’m cooking,” you called out.

“‘Mana, I got it,” Oscar said, “lil miss thang over here finally settled with two jobs and still gets paid like she got three,”

“Shut up,” you laughed, “but if you wanna cook, I ain’t stoppin’ you. I’ll play on the playstation,”

“Oh, bet,” Sad Eyes spoke up, “I bet I can beat you on Call of Duty,”

“Oh, really,” you smirked as you crossed your arms, “alright, hundred bucks says I beat you,”

“Fine,” Sad Eyes smirked back at you.

The two of you sat on the couch, pretty close to each other, as Oscar put a penny of his thoughts on who would win. “My money’s on (Y/N),”

“What?!” Sad Eyes turned and playfully glared at his best friend.

“She’s weirdly good, mano,” Oscar shrugged and went back into the kitchen.

When the game finally started, you were on the same team and decided to play on who had the most kills. Immediately, you came out blazing as you shot people left and right, even shanking someone when you ran out of bullets while Sad Eyes was shocked, but tried to push the controller out of your hands.

“Hey! No cheating!” you laughed as you did the same exact thing to him.

“I ain’t cheating, princesa,” Sad Eyes laughed.

“Oye!” Oscar’s voice was heard, “stop that flirting shit! I get it y’all like each other, but damn y’all make me wanna shoot myself,”

“Oscar!”

“Spooky!”

Oscar’s laugh was heard as you blushed a deep red along with Sad Eyes so you turned your attention back to the screen and saw that you were MVP of the game so you stood up and did a happy dance, “Suck it, Sad Eyes! Pay the fuck up,” you giggled as you put your hand out.

Cesar walked in as Sad Eyes groaned and passed you a hundred, “what’s going on?”

“Sad Eyes, here, challenged our (Y/N) on Call of Duty and got his ass beat,” Oscar said.

Cesar winced, “you really made that mistake?”

“How was I supposed to know?!” Sad Eyes thrust his arms up.

“Oh, and they like each other and will probably end up dating soon,” Oscar yelled, “be ready for the endless amounts of PDA and vomit coming from me,”

“I swear to God I am moving out soon,” you mumbled as you covered your face.

“No, you ain’t, fea. You love it here too much and you love Sad Eyes too much,” Oscar laughed again.

“At least I can invite Sad Eyes over and make some dirty ass noises as he claps my cheeks, feo,” you lifted a finger, “wait, I can do that here. I can do it in your room too. Thanks for the idea, Oscar,”

Oscar rushed into the living room, “do that shit and I will kill you,” Cesar groaned at your speech as Sad Eyes stared at you, “food’s ready, anyway, nasties,”

Oscar and Cesar walked away to the dining table while Sad Eyes turned to you and immediately put a hand on your hip and pulled you to him to plant a forceful kiss. By the time you were done you were dazed and confused on what just happened.

He leaned closer to your ear, “You’re leaving with me and you’re gonna make them nasty ass noises tonight at my place. Get ready after we’re done here,”

You wordlessly nodded as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you with him to eat dinner.

#sad eyes #julian sad eyes guzamn #sad eyes imagine #sad eyes x reader #steve villegas #on my block #netflix on my block #season 3 on my block

[lustinglilac]

Always Right

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

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

Characters: Platonic Sad Eyes x Diaz!Sister

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

(gif is my own 💜)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Monse, if you were a girl—“

“I am a girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about?” She looks at him innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lowman-ortiz]

👅My Mains🤤😍

Shout out @mayans-sauce

#sons of anarchy #soa #jax teller #charlie hunnam #fandom #clayton cardenas #angel reyes #kurt sutter #happy lowman #juice ortiz #theo rossi #david labrava #Sadeyes #steve villegas #jimmy valdez #mayans fx #on my block #oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz #sad eyes

[youare-mysonshine]

que malo (part 6) || oscar diaz

(gif is not mine. credit to owner♥️)

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

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

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

Word Count: 8.2k

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

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

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How the hell did you ever pick me?

Honestly, I could sing you a song

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

How the hell did we end up like this?

You bring out the beast in me

I fell in love from the moment we kissed

Since then we’ve been history

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who is it?” You asked.

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

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

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

“What’s up?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t.. Oscar..-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—————

Maybe someday I’ll be just like you and,

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

I remember back then who you were

You used to be calm, used to be strong

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

And now you see how quiet it is all alone

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

Sick of you acting like I owe you this

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two lines.

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

Positive.

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carlos-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The pregnancy tests were still in your back pocket.

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

“Carlos..”

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

“You’re.. You’re pregnant?”

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

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

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

“You fucked someone else?”

“Carlos-“

Another slap.

“Answer me! Who was it?!”

“P-Please.. Carlos..”

“Who. Was. It?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!”

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

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

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

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

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

You were pregnant.

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

“Que onda?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not Carlos’, is it?”

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

“Does Oscar know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[merakiaes]

All Mine - Jose “Sad Eyes” Guzman

Pairing: Jose “Sad Eyes” Guzman x reader

Requested: By @parkminjunqueen

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: This literally took me like a month to write, I’m so incredibly writer’s blocked that it’s starting to become ridiculous. So I’m really sorry if this is bad, but please let me know what you think🥺 Not proofread and as usual, Spanish translations at the end. 

Wordcount: 2450

Summary: Some short fluffy jealousy for Sad Eyes. 

It was a warm night at the end of July. Spooky was hosting his annual end-of-the-summer Santo party and you were partaking in the festivities with your friends and boyfriend just like you did every other year.

Loud Spanish rap music was playing from somewhere in the backyard of the Diaz residence and cholos and cholas were all sitting around in timeworn couches that they had most likely lifted from the junkyard.

You didn’t want to catch whatever diseases said junkyard-couches might carry with them so you did what you always did, sitting comfortably on Jose’s lap with your arms wrapped around his neck and your head snuggled into his shoulder while his warm hands rubbed gentle circles on your bare thighs.

The small touch of affection and possessiveness was enough to warm your skin from the chilly air it was exposed to, while at the same time managing to send shivers throughout your entire body.  

“You doing okay, mamas? ¿Tienes frío? You’ve got goosebumps.” Your boyfriend’s smooth voice suddenly spoke right by your ear, causing you to lightly flinch in surprise.

You must have drifted off in your thoughts because now, his undivided attention was on you and not the conversation that the rest of his Santo friends were partaking in around you and that he had been engrossed in just a minute ago.

Looking up from where your cheek rested on his shoulder to meet his soft, brown eyes, you gently smiled, reaching your hand out to grab a hold of his free hand.

“I’m good.” You replied, a soft sigh leaving your lips. “Just feels good, is all.”  The corners of your lips tugged upwards, your eyes falling shut at the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers brushing over the side of your thigh.

His chest shook with a deep, rumbling chuckle. “Yeah?” He hummed and halted his featherlight movements, pressing his palm flat against your leg, warmth instantly spreading through the skin around his hand.

His hand let go of yours and moved up to your face, grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

“¿Te gusta eso?” He mumbled, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, all while moving his hand up and down your thigh and just barely grazing against the lower hem of your denim skirt every time he went up.

You sucked in a breath through your nose when he fully pressed his lips against yours, your hands immediately moving to the back of his neck to pull him closer and your back straightening up.

“Damn, fools. Get a room.” A voice in a heavy Spanish accent spoke just a second later, cutting the moment of passion and excitement short and causing you to pull apart just as quickly as you’d come together.

But it was all in good fun, both of you laughing along with the rest of them and your hands coming up to dry off your lips simultaneously.

The smile on your lips was wide as you leaned in to press another chaste peck to your boyfriend’s lips, your thumb brushing over his clean-shaven cheek. 

“I’m gonna go grab another drink, okay, baby?” You mumbled into another kiss and he hummed as a response, slapping your butt gently when you stood up from his lap.

“Grab me another Corona, mamas.” He said and you nodded, smiling and bending down to kiss his cheek.

“I got you, papi.”

You reached out and grabbed as many of the empty bottles that you could hold in your two hands in order to clear off the table and make room for new drinks, and walked off without another word.

As you made a beeline for the table holding the drinks and snacks, you could hear Jose joining in on the conversation with his boys again and in the corner of your eye, you spotted Oscar walking around the fence and heading straight for the couch you had just left.

The further away from said couch that you got, the less you heard of your boyfriend’s voice, the loud music drowning it out along with the loud laughs and chatter of the people you passed on your way.

Weaving through people left and right, you found yourself at the destinated table in no time, throwing the empty cans and bottles into the black trash bag that was hung on a hook at the side of the table and wasting no time in starting to collect a new set of bottles for your boyfriend and his fellow Santos.

You hummed along to the tune of the Spanish song playing from Oscar’s sound system, gently swaying your hips and nodding your head to the beat as you grabbed the metallic bottle opener lying off to the side on the table, starting to pop the metal lids open.

It was all going smoothly until one of the bottles overflowed, causing you to hurriedly put it back down on the table and jump back in surprise in an attempt to not get beer all over yourself.

You managed to spare your body and clothes but your hand was soaked with the strong-scented alcoholic beverage and in the process of trying to escape the liquid explosion, you had dropped the bottle opener to the grass right by your feet, putting it out of reach.

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath as you backed away from the table and shook your hand to rid it of the beer, eying the bottle opener and wasting no time in bending down by the waist to pick it up.

That was a big mistake on your part as, unbeknownst to you, your skirt was a bit shorter than you thought, putting your black underwear on full display for the four, young pair of eyes peeking over the ragged fence a bit away from you.

Completely unaware of their eyes now staring right at your exposed behind, you took your time in picking the opener back up, taking it in your dry hand to be able to wipe the rest of the beer off on the grass.

You could only hope no one had taken a piss on that particular patch like they seemed to be doing wherever they pleased.

As you stood back up to your full height, you barely even got the time to process what was going on before a body shoved itself past you, bumping into your shoulder and making you stumble in the process.

It all happened so quickly that you didn’t even get the chance to see the person’s face, but thanks to the scent of the familiar, spicy cologne entering your nostril with the air, you managed to identify your boyfriend almost immediately.

However, it took a moment for your brain to process where he was heading in all his furious glory, only being able to connect the dots when you watched him lean over the fence and pull Mario’s little brother to him by the back of his shirt.

When witnessing the horror strike the young boy’s face, you instantly sprung into action, dropping the bottle opener back onto the table and completely forgetting the drinks, leaving the table behind to rush up to your boyfriend’s side.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” You rushed out, holding your hands up as you reached them. “What’s going on here?”

“You eying my girl, cabrón?” Your spoke before anyone could think to answer your question, and when doing so, he gave you all the answer you needed.

You wasted no time in crossing your arms over your chest, rolling your eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation; your twenty-five-year-old boyfriend feeling the need to assert his dominance to a fifteen-year-old boy.

Ruby’s eyes were wide as saucers, staring directly into Sad Eyes’ and his head shaking violently. “No, I was looking at something else!” He quickly denied.

Not believing him even for a second, Sad Eyes pulled at his shirt roughly so that the younger boy bumped into the fence behind his back. “Oh, yeah?” He challenged, and Ruby nodded his head furiously.

“I swear!” He defended again and yet another time, your boyfriend took none of his bullshit, face darkening significantly and his hand moving to tug on him again.

Before he could, however, you rushed forward the last bit. “Jose!” You scolded, quickly squeezing yourself in between his body and the fence, placing your palm flat against his chest and giving him a gentle push, successfully causing him to lose his grip on Ruby’s shirt in the process.

His eyes softened for the briefest of moments as he looked down to meet your stern gaze but it turned hard just as quickly again when you broke your stare to throw a glance over the fence to see Jamal and Ruby both looking about ready to piss themselves, while Monse and Cesar only looked on from the side, clearly amused by their friends’ misfortune.

Turning your head back forward to face your boyfriend, you barely got the time to react before he had thrown his hand out in a shooing motion. 

His hand shot out right beside your face, causing you to jump and squeal in surprise.

“¡Váyanse a casa!” His angry voice sounded only a second later, and the kids went scrambling without as much as a second thought, bumping into each other as they escaped the premises.

“Go, go, go, go.” You could hear Jamal urging the other three as they ran away and you chuckled amusedly, shaking your head and pushing your back away from the fence to stand up straight.

Your boyfriend wasn’t even half as amused about the situation as you were, however, glaring after them to make sure they weren’t coming back before turning to you and lifting his head in a casual but irritated nod. 

“Any of those cabróns mess with you?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the question. 

As if he didn’t already know the answer. 

“No, you’ve marked your territory so hard they’re scared to even say hello.” You answered anyway, watching as a proud look overcame his sharp features.

“As they should.” He nodded again, taking a step back as he calmed down. 

But the calmness was short-lived as he spotted movement over the fence again, rushing back forward while throwing his arms out in violent gestures. “What’d I tell you, huh? Get out of here!”

Turning around, you saw the four teenagers peeking out from behind the corner of the neighbor's house, scrambling into a run down the street once again, laughing loudly as they went.

Jose looked about ready to jump over the fence and chase after them, but you quickly pushed yourself between him and the fence a second time, shoving his chest with more force this time to get his attention.

“Hey, calm the fuck down.” You cursed him out, glaring fearlessly at him and giving him another shove to put some distance between him and the fence. “They’re just kids, let it go.”

He scoffed, looking down at you. “And then what?” He asked. “I let them get away with looking at you and every cholo on the block will think you’re up for grabs. No, mamas. Not gonna happen. They need to learn their place.”

He gestured with his hands as he ranted, keeping up the whole tough Santo façade even though you knew it was just for show.

The two of you were childhood sweethearts, having been attached at the hip since you were ten. He wasn’t really threatened but like a dog, he had to mark his territory and assert dominance because if he let one person get away, he would give others a go-ahead, too.

At least that’s how he saw it. You, on the other hand, knew that everyone already knew you were spoken for, that you had been claimed by a Santo, and that no man with his sanity intact would risk trying to get with a Santo-claimed girl.

But still, you always let him play his tough act out, knowing it gave him some sense of power and pride like it did every other man you had ever come across.

“And they will.” You assured him simply after a moment of silence, taking his hand in yours and putting the other to his chest, looking up at him through your lashes with a smile. “When they go into high school with that misogynic and sexist perception of women of theirs and make fools out of themselves when attempting to pick up some poor girl by complimenting her tatas.”

You turned your eyes away from his, reaching both hands up to straighten the collar of his checkered flannel. “They’ll learn to keep their eyes and hands to themselves the hard way, like every other guy who ever tried their luck with a Latina way out of their league.”

Smiling, you looked back up at him, seeing that he was now staring intently at you, appearing to have calmed down. “Now let’s go.” You finished, standing up on your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

He grumbled under his breath, his arms automatically wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. But despite his lingering annoyance, he let you steer him back over to the table to collect the drinks you had left in a rush only a few minutes before.

He managed to fit all bottles but two in his hands, his being much larger than yours, so you took advantage of your mostly empty hands and grabbed a bowl of nachos and the guac you had made earlier that afternoon and brought as a party gift.

The two of you carried all items back to the sofas you had previously been sitting in and reclaimed your spots; yours being in his lap.

Oscar had now joined the little party of cholos and cholas you had collected in your corner throughout the night, and the Santos wasted no time in digging into the snacks.

Oso hogged the bowl almost instantly, nodding his head in approval.

“This shit’s the bomb.” He complimented, scooping another chip-full of guacamole into his mouth before pointing a finger at his fellow Santo. “If you don’t marry this girl, I will.”

Your boyfriend’s arms instantly tightened around you in a protective manner, his lips pressing against your neck. 

“I plan to, so keep your dirty hands away, cabrón.” He replied simply, before turning his attention to you and smiling softly. “She’s all mine.”

A smile spread across your lips at the sound of his words, your hands moving up to cradle his face. “That I am.” You agreed, before closing the distance between you and pressing your lips against his.

Translations (I’m not a native Spanish speaker so this might not be a hundred percent accurate):

¿Tienes frío? – Are you cold?

¿Te gusta eso? – You like that?

Cabrón - Bastard

¡Váyanse a casa! – Go home!

Tatas - Breasts

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[commandersheda]

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

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

Warnings: Language 

Word Count: 1,026

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Possession.”

“Ah,” she nodded. “Cuánto?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Phoenix,” she answered. 

“Is she the one coming to get you?”

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

“A friend.”

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

“Sad Eyes,” he stated. “Y tú?”

“Monaco.”

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

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

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

“Is it your government name?” she asked.

“No-”

“Then it’s made up.”

“Okay, fair,” Sad Eyes chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The same one I learn yours on.”

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

“Long story,” Sad Eyes shook his head. 

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

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

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

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

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

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[joinsarcadia]

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rahul kohli as vision, ryan potter as billy kaplan, rudy pankow as teddy altman, devika hoorne as kate bishop, diego luna as clint barton, quintessa swindell as cassie lang, joy sunday as hazel isley, aarif rahman as damian wayne, michael trevino as jon kent, aj clementine as valeria richards, alycia pascual pena as america chavez, park chaeyoung as karolina dean, richard madden as alex summers, brianna marquez as gert yorkes, natalie dormer as betsy braddock, emmy rossum as lorna dane, jessica chastain as pepper potts, gemma chan as carol ferris, jan cina as richard grayson, anna diop as koriand’r, ian anthony dale as jason todd, keilani elizabeth rose as alani ryan, eddie spears as roy harper  !

...

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[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 1.17

Beer Birthdays

Benjamin Franklin (1706)

Ron Kloth (1959)

Jeff Mendel (1961)

Edu Villegas (1976)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Muhammed Ali; boxer (1942)

Jim Carrey; actor (1962)

Zooey Deschanel; actor, singer (1980)

James Earl Jones; actor (1931)

Betty White; actor (1922)

Famous Birthdays

Luis Alvarez; physicist (1911)

Naveen Andrews; actor (1969)

Noah Beery; actor (1883)

Anne Bronte; writer (1820)

Al Capone; gangster (1899)

David Caruso; actor (1956)

Troy Donahue; actor (1937)

Steve Earle; singer, songwriter (1955)

Leonhard Fuchs; German botanist (1501)

David Lloyd George; British politician (1863)

Steve Harvey; comedian (1957)

Susanna Hoffs; rock musician (1959)

Rock Hudson; actor (1925)

Andy Kaufman; comedian (1949)

Nora Kaye; dancer, ballerina (1920)

Robert F. Kennedy Jr.; environmental lawyer (1954)

Kid Rock; rock musician (1971)

Eartha Kitt; singer, actor (1927)

Shari Lewis; puppeteer (1933)

George Lyttelton; English writer (1709)

Vido Musso; jazz musician (1913)

Michelle Obama; first lady (1964)

Maury Povich; television talk show host (1933)

Vidal Sasson; cosmetologist (1928)

Mack Sennett; film director (1880)

Moira Shearer; ballerina (1926)

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#Birthdays

[newmysterygirl]

"Meet Luis"

Summary: Sadeyes, Spooky and Rio Properly Meet Luis

A/N: I thought about writing when the guys gave Luis a chance then @b3mybunnybaby said she wanted a part two at a barbecue or something sooooo here we go.

The next morning you woke up and saw you got a text from Luis saying

-I really enjoyed last night and I was thinking all night....

-I don't want to not see you again if you still want to see me but I understand if you don't what I did wasn't very manly and you need a real man in you life.

-To protect you.

- To always make you feel safe.

- ....... To love you right.

You jumped out of bed and ran into the livingroom, and find Spooky sitting on the couch.

"Where's the other two?" you ask frantic

"Umm one." Rio says standing in the kitchen doorway, holding his hand up.

"And two?" You ask looking back at Spooky who nods his head to the front door, meaning he's outside.

You run out the door and find Sadeyes sitting on the couch with his girl in his lap. You turn around and see Rio and Spooky standing on the porch, looking at you confused.

You clear your throat and read what Luis sent you. Afterwards you look at the guys who are looking at each other, silently making a decision.

"So?" Spooky ask

You look at him like really?

"You guys didn't scare him off! That should give him some kind of points AND he didn't say we should sneak around. Another point. Finally..... he makes me happy and you guys said you wanted me happy sooooooo?"

Sadeyes looks from you to Spooky and shrugs.

Got one. You think.

Spooky looks at Rio who's looking at you, still thinking. Spooky looks at you and takes a deep breath then says "It's up to Rio."

You jump up and down, smiling as Spooky takes a drink of his beer. All eyes are on Rio now and his eyes are still on you. After four e.v.eeerrr he finally looks at Spooky and says "How about a barbecue this weekend?"

You run up to Rio and tightly wrap your arms around his waist, mumbling many thank yous. You give Sadeyes, Spooky and Rio a kiss on the cheek before running back to your bedroom to call Luis.

♡♡♡♡

It's now Saturday and there is a barbecue/party at Spookys. Your inside the house, in your bathroom when you get a text from Luis saying he's 10 minutes away. You put more deodorant on and go outside to find the guys.

"He'll be here in ten." You say to the guys which makes everyone look at you.

"You nervous?" Spooky ask smiling.

"You kidding? Look around. I'm hella nervous."

"Sweating?" Sadeyes girl ask

"Maybe a little." You confess

"Don't let it start seeping through the shirt." Sadeyes says putting the beer up to his mouth. His girl smacks him on the chest while everyone laughs.

"Relax. We aren't gonna eat him." Rio says

You just look around at everyone, thinking about everything that could go wrong. Someone says something to him, about him or worse he say something about them or to them or looks the wrong way and doesn't want to give you guys a try anymore.

"Everyone knows to be on there best behavior." Spooky says with his arm over your shoulder.

You sigh kinda relieved till your phone dings. You pull out you phone and see it's from Luis

- I'm here.

You freeze and your mind goes a hundred miles an hour.

"Go get chur boy." Spooky says with his hands on your shoulders, shaking you a little.

You go around the side of the house and see Luis getting out of his car, once you turn the corner. He meets you halfway and pulls you into a hug after giving you a quick but meaningful kiss.

"You sure about this?" You ask looking up at Luis who chuckles and looks down at you with his arms around your waist. "Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

You chuckle, nervously and he kisses your head. "It's ok mama. Introduction me to your family."

You look up at his smile and nod. You take a deep breath as you round the corner and see The Three Kings standing in the middle of some other Santos. Your holding Luis hand as you walk up to the guys. You take deep breath, standing in front of the guys and say

"Spooky, Sadeyes, Rio meet Luis."

Rio is surprisingly the first to say something

"Hey man." He says sticking his hand out to shake. The gesture makes you smile.

Sadeyes walks up and shakes his hand.

"Why don't we go over to the grill?" Spooky says

You turn to walk over to the grill, still holding Luis hand when Rio says "No mama. Just us."

You turn around, confused. You look at the smirk on Spookys face and immediately shake your head no.

You start to say something but Luis says "It's fine."

"We'll take care of him." Spooky says, still smirking.

"You wanted us to bond right?" Rio ask as they walk over to the grill.

♡♡♡♡

You stand by the shed, and watch them. Oscar trys to force Luis to eat something so you start to walk over there and stop him but someone grabs your wrist.

You turn around and see Joker.

"He's fine mami. Chill."

"What if he's allergic to whatever Spooky's trying to force down his throat."

The Santos start laughing, thinking dirty till you turn around and glare at them. They swallow their laughs and you turn your attention back to the guys and Luis.

Luis sensed that you were looking at him, hell they could all feel your eyes burning into their skulls. Luis shoots you a wink, saying he's ok and for some reason you actually feel a little better.

♡♡♡♡

From that night on everything was great. You and Luis were dating, the guys and him got along great. They would sit and talk while you got ready for a date and you guys would sometimes all have dinner together. Sometimes Sadeyes, his girl, Spooky, his girl, You, Luis and Rio and his girl would all go out together or just sit around and have a night in. Eating, watching movies, joking and just having a great time.

It took a while for The Three Kings to not make a comment when you guys would kiss or sit next to each other or when he would put his hands on your hips but they eventually realized you were becoming a woman and they couldn't stop it; no matter what they say, do or how scary they look, your growing up.

A/N: I now have an idea and will be making another one of The Three Kings, their Princess and her man :)

⬆️Joker🃏

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