#mark and Cesar!! fucked up hands gang!!
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drew some stuff for the labrats au!! first one is adam stealing a uniform for jonah and helping him walk (they are struggling) and the second one is cesar and mark high-fiving (idk what cesar looks like so i'm guessing lol)
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA /POS
The fuckin BEASTS /aff
#asks are neat#super cool fan stuff#tmc labrats au#patient 05 (adam)#patient 07 (jonah)#patient 02 (cesar)#patient 04 (mark)#body horror#face horror#shmorps hall of fame#I LOVE THIS#also you’re really close to Cesar’s design-#mark and Cesar!! fucked up hands gang!!#also. Adam helping Jonah walk on two legs. man /lh
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Random Ass Mandela catalogue AU idea (this is inspired by the Alt! Mark Au and a few others):
Basically. The Usual Jazz Happened with Cesar and Mark.
Cesar is actually listening to his Alternate talking to Mark, because he is it's Prisoner. After it's done talking and hung up the phone, it Slowly kills Cesar, Cesar grabs a Fork and Stabs the Alternate a few times, it's Blood going into Cesar's wounds, it brings Cesar to his Room, it drops Cesar and leaves him to die.
Then Mark sees This on the Cameras and does the normal Jazz. Mark tries to [uh oh! Bad decision mark!] Himself but the gun is like "Frick you, I won't do that" so it doesn't. Someone Saves him, who? He doesn't know, he just knows they were outside and brought Alternate away so he could run. So he's so confused but later in life be becomes a Alternate investigator and is investigating the Disappearance of the Torres Family and a few Others.
Let's yeet ourselves into 2009. Adam and Jonah do their things, fought and that jazz.
Adam gets stuck in the Basement, Jonah Drives off.
Adam is being tortured by the darn TV Man when Suddenly, someone Smashes the TV. It is, you maybe guessed it, Cesar! He became half alternate, saves Adam, and stuff. Oh, he also is looking for Mark, Why? became he is Certain that Alt! Cesar Didn't kill him. Adam in the other hand is trying to find Jonah.
A few weeks or months later, They Find Jonah with... Alternate! Adam, Adam of course panicks bc, a Alternate basically replaced him, Jonah looks like Shit, not literally but Damn he looks worn out.
Cesar and Adam Try to find how to save Jonah. One day they heard screaming, Holy shit, it's Jonah. Alt Adam is about to Kill him.
Adam and Cesar come to the rescue. BUT WHO ELSE FUCKING BUDS IN?! FUCKING MARK HEATHCLIFF, THAT'S WHO. After they neutralized and/or killed the alternate. Mark realized that Cesar probably is a Alternate so he tries to shoot him Next, Cesar is just happy that His old pal is ok.
"Holy shit, Mark, I thought you were a alternate for a second there" Cesar would probably say with a chuckle.
There's mark, so FUCKING CONFUSED LIKE. HOLY SHIT, CESAR'S ALIVE BUT HOW THE FUCK IS HE ALIVE? HE'S CLEARLY A ALTERNATE.
Cesar just kinda Explains what the Fuck happened to him and Adam backs him up while being a protective lil shit to Jonah.
Now this Victim Gang or as Jonah calls it "Alternate Assassination Gang" (A.A.G) is Fighting alternates like bosses and just living their Lives on the Run.
I'll probably sketch a few ideas for their Designs lol
#the mandela catalogue#mandela catalogue au#au idea#adam murray#jonah marshall#cesar torres#mark heathcliff#AAG AU
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spooky diaz x OC amalia flores part 1.
it had been almost four years. four long years since he had gone to jail. four long years since the day j had made the decision that ultimately changed my entire life until this point. it was almost crazy to think how much had happened in the time since then. it was almost as crazy as the situations that had brought me to that point in the first place. i often found myself thinking about him, despite the amount of time passing it was impossible not to when every single day i saw his face in that of his little brother, cesar.
the day had started like any other, me and oscar meeting on the corner of the block and walking to school together. the day dragging out and us walking home together after stopping at the local bodega laughing the entire time. we continued walking and joking until we reached oscars house where his door was wide open.. his little brother cesar was sat on the couch crying, snot dripping down his face.
“que onda, ces’? where’s mom?” oscar asked his brother.
“i don’t know!” he cried, “she wasn’t home when i woke up.”
“shh, it’s okay. ima put some cartoons on for you and make you a snack okay, mano?” he soothed.
oscar shot me a look and i followed him to the kitchen.
“i’m fucking sick of this shit!” he fumed as he peered into the fridge, “this shits always empty! my dad just up an fuckin’ left us and now my moms too!”
“hey,” i interrupted, “you don’t know that she’s gone.”
oscar slammed the fridge door shut and started me down. “you’re joking right? she’s probably out there getting her next fix, too fuckin’ high to remember she has kids!”
i honestly didn’t know what to say to oscar right now, i knew my words weren’t going to be much help right now but i still wanted to be there for him.
“there’s no food in this fucking house! i don’t have no job amalia, how am i supposed to look after mi hermano and go to school?”
“i’ll help you, osc’. you know i look after jasmine already. it’ll be fine, i promise you now.”
“i appreciate that lia but it’s not enough. i don’t have a choice.” he sighs.
“don’t do this! you’re gonna be in the same gang your deadbeat dad was in?”
“it’s in my blood amalia. generations of diaz’s all santos and besides, what choice do i have? i’m not giving my brother to CPS to have him raised by some gringo.”
i knew it was beyond reasoning. there was no answer or solution i could offer that would actually help my best friend in this situation. he came from a long long of santos and even though he had bigger plans than gang life, gang life didn’t have any bigger plans for him.
i brought cesar to my house so i could keep an eye on him and jasmine at the same time. despite being the same age, in the same school and living within walking distance of each other they weren’t that close. oscar and i on the other hand had hit it off from day one when we met, bouncing jokes off each other and bonding over our mutual interests. years had passed since that day and our friendship had only grown closer and closer. it hadn’t been easy for either of us, in the last few years alone so much had happened in both of our lives and in our loneliness, we found a friendship in each other that was unbreakable.
i tried to push the negative thoughts that began to creep into my head and noticed that it began to get late. after helping my dad to bed, i got jasmine ready for bed and tucked her in, placing a kiss to her head.
“ti amo hermana. sweet dreams.”
i went to check on cesar who was in my room so that i could tuck him into bed too but he was already passed out. tear marks still stained his little face and my heart panged with pain for him. the diaz boys both deserved better than this shitty hand they had been dealt.
flicking off the bedroom light, i closed the door behind me and went into the living room. i decided to try to watch some tv but my thoughts were scattered like a tumbleweed in an old western movie. oscar hasn’t said where he was going but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out and when he turned up with his face swelling more and more by the second and dripping blood onto my carpet, my suspicions were confirmed.
oscar had been jumped in to the santos.
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3 1/2 years later
clink! clink! clink!
the sound of rocks hitting my window drew my attention away from the magazine i was reading on my bed. i stood up and looked out to see oscar standing outside.
i opened my window and stuck my head out laughing, “why wouldn’t you use the door like you normally do? or, just knock on the window?”
“no time ma, listen. they’re about to bust me. you can’t let them take cesar, okay? promise me you’ll look after him?”
“osca-“ i started but he cut me off.
“no, amalia. just take this and look after mi hermano.”
oscar shoved a weighty brown envelope into my hands and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was filled with money. more money than i would every probably see in my lifetime again but there was no way i could accept this. this was the money he was saving so he could take cesar and leave freeridge. i wasn’t about to spend everything he had worked for since the day he jumped in.
“i promise, he’s my hermano too.” i nod once as my eyes begin to well with tears.
“i’ll be in touch.” oscar says as he throws his hood up and begins cross the street, scaling someone’s fence and disappearing into the darkness.
i sat back down on my bed staring at the envelope in my hands. oscar had really made ALL of this in such a short amount of time? i imagined the things i’d be able to do with that kind of money.. dad could get a carer. a real one, who went to school and all that shit. i could start saving for jasmine to go to college one day.. heck, the three of us could all leave freeridge if i wanted to. me, jas and papi out of the ridge. i’d even bring oscar and cesar too if they wanted.
before i got too lost in my thoughts, blue lights and sirens flew past down the street. one, two, three, four. four cars all speeding past, i knew in my heart already where they were going and i knew that tonight was the last time i was going to see oscar in a long time. i made my decision there and then that the very next morning i would go and take his place.
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present day
“i’ve told you time again to drop it, jasmine!” i threatened.
“and i’ve told you a million times, ‘nooooo’” she snapped back. “i’m grown now, my tatas have come in! you don’t need to be out on the streets anymore!”
“jasmine, tits or not, you’re still a kid and i’ve still got to look after you. and if im not out there, then who’s putting food on the table in here, huh?”
“but you only joined because of stupid spooky!” she said dropping her spoon into her cereal bowl.
i laughed and shook my head, “no, mana. i joined because our mom died and i had responsibilities. i don’t see you complaining when you eat the food i buy, or spend the money i give you!”
“but amalia -“ jasmine whined.
“but nothing jasmine! te amo pero te estás poniendo en mi último nervio.”
jasmine huffed, knowing she had lost yet again. i sometimes felt bad, i mean, it’s not like i didn’t get where she was coming from.. no one ideally wants their child or sibling to be in a gang. it’s just that my choice to join los santos wasn’t something i took lightly. i had known exactly what i was getting into when i jumped in and i stuck by it. since that day when i took that beating and still managed to get up afterwards despite the brushed and fractured ribs and probable internal bleeding, i had made my loyalty with the santos.
mostly i just did minor things like drops and cash collects. nothing that would be too incriminating they said to me when i joined, but as times went on things changed and i slowly got more involved in the inner workings of gang life. before i knew it, i had been put in charge of territory of my own. the santos became my family and thanks to them i was able to provide for my sister and dad without worrying about things like money. which is why as much as i appreciated my younger sisters concerns, i paid them no mind because the same gang she slated are the same people who made sure she could walk around the neighbourhood without being a target.
“i’m not gonna be here when you finish okay jas? that means you gotta come straight home from school today. i got business so i can’t pick you up.” i informed her.
she nodded in response and went to place her bowl in the kitchen sink. after making sure she had all her belongings, we jumped into the car to pick up cesar so i could drop them both off at school.
when we arrived at cesar’s, i beeped twice to signal my arrival. he jogged out moments later, with a big grin on his face.
“goooood morning ladies!” cesar grinned sliding into the backseat of my car. “how are we on this glorious day?”
“dayummmmm, who put a spring in your step this morning cesar?” jasmine asked laughing.
“nobody, i just got some good news is all.”
“do share.” i mused raising my gaze to meet cesars in my rear view with an amused smile on my face.
“they’re letting oscar out early, amalia! he gets home tomorrow.” he grinned.
my smile faltered and i tried quickly to regain my composure and maintain the smile on my face before cesar noticed. luckily for me he was too busy going off on a tangent about all the stuff he wanted to do now that oscar was getting out. i had thought i had more time, years in fact, not just 24 hours to prepare myself.
i dropped jasmine and cesar off at school and said my goodbyes, reminding jasmine that she would have to go straight home and then began to drive round to clear my head.
the truth was, i was pretty fucking pissed off. when oscar joined los santos, i understood it. when oscar left me with that envelope and cesar, i understood it. when oscar didn’t answer my calls, reply to my letters or send me visiting orders - that i didn’t understand. one month of no replies became two.. then three.. then six months eventually turned into a year and one year became four and here i was today having not spoken to the one person who’s back i had more than my own. i had done my duty as his best friend, took in cesar as though he was my own little brother without a second thought and he couldn’t even give me the courtesy of letting me know he was okay.
i stopped writing after the first few months when i realised that it was just me who wasn’t getting letters. sad eyes got letters, joker got letters, heck even cesar got a letter or two over the years but it was like i was nobody to oscar once he went away and so i made the choice that day that i was done fighting for a friendship that clearly only meant anything to me. i had my family, i had cesar, i had the santos and just cause oscar was part of them too, it didn’t mean that just because he was getting out that he had to be part of my life too..
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Patching Up
Prompt: Takes place in season 3 when spooky is missing. Abuelita decides to call the reader to let her know where spooky is regardless of his protests.
Pairing: Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz x Reader
(A/N: why aint there any Gifs of this? SMH)
They had been dating for years now, way before anyone had known. She had been there for Cesar when Oscar had gone to jail and was there when Cesar was jumped out of the gang. She always looked after Cesar and his friends who were always up to no good. Oscar had been taking care of a Santos thing and it had officially been three days since she had seen him, three days since Cesar or anyone in the santos had seen him and it was getting to her. He had promised her he was going to take care of things, to not get involved, but she was already involved the moment it involved him. “Maybe he’s hiding out, laying low?” Monse spoke causing (y/n) to shake her head.
“For three days? That’s not like him.” Cesar spoke, it was true, Oscar would never disappear for too long. Jamal and Ruby burst into the door causing everyone to stand on their feet.
“Was he there?” (Y/N)’s voice rang through Ruby’s house.
“Spooky’s car hasn’t moved from the driveway.” Ruby sighed.
“Did you look inside the house?” Cesar asked.
“Through the front window, nothing.” Ruby answered quickly.
“And the side, nothing.” Jamal added.
“What about the back?” (Y/N) asked moving closer to Ruby and Jamal as they looked at each other.
“Cesar didn’t tell us to look in the back.” Jamal gulped, he was scared of (y/n), of course he was, her boyfriend was Spooky after all.
“I didn’t think I had to.” Cesar raised his voice before Monse moved closer to him.
“Check the house means check the house, not part of the house.” (Y/N)’s voice rose and both Jamal and Ruby backed away.
“Okay, (y/n), everyone is doing the best they can.” Monse spoke and (y/n) turned to look at her.
“The best that you can?” (Y/N) huffed and shook her head.
“Maybe this is what Spooky meant by he’s handling it.” Jamal’s voice was quite, almost as if he was too scared to say the words. (Y/N)’s eyes locked with his before he look down at his feet. “I’m just trying to help.” He sighed.
“Well obviously you can’t.” She yelled causing Cesar to close his eyes. He had seen her mad once before and even though it was his own brother that was missing, she had been dealing with it a lot harder.
“Dude, what I’d cuchillos got to Spooky and he started talking?” Ruby tried to whisper towards Jamal, it she heard it, and so did Cesar.
“What the hell did you just say?” (Y/N) moved closer to true pair before Cesar grabbed her arm.
“Nothing.” Ruby gulped.
“No.” (Y/N) was calm, too calm. “Say it.” Ruby shook his head once more before she shook Cesar’s arm off and got closer to Ruby. “Say it! “ She yelled causing Ruby to take a step back, Cesar grabbing (y/n)’s arm once more.
“Look, we’re all worried, now can you just calm down.” Monse had always gotten in (y/n)’s nerves, and today was not the day for it.
“No you’re worried about yourselves. Oscar wasn’t thinking about himself when he stepped in to save all of you. This is all your fault, and you.” She pointed to Cesar. “You’re his fucking brother and you dragged him into this fucking mess if y’all would have just not fucked with the roller world money Oscar would still be here!” Her voice was loud, she was mad, she was hurting. Oscar could be dead right now and her mind wasn’t telling her otherwise. She looked at them once more before walking out of the house, she had once thought of them as her friends, but not after this. She drove around the block for what seemed hours before she parked her car at Oscar’s house, she was hopeless and she missed her boyfriend terribly. The sun had disappeared marking yet another day Oscar hadn’t been home. The tears came automatically as her hands hit the steering wheel. She yelled in frustration almost blocking out the sound of her cell phone ringing. She sniffed and wiped her face before answering the phone. “Hello?” Her voice broke and a sigh at the end of the line made the tears return.
“Mija, can you come over please?” Abuelita’s voice was calming to her, she had always seen her as her own grandmother.
“I can’t, not right now I’m sorry.” (Y/N) sniffed wiping her face once more as the tears kept streaming down her face.
“Mija, porfavor.” (Y/N) sighed, how could she ever say no to her.
“I’ll be there in five.” She hung up the phone and looked at herself in the mirror before closing her eyes. “Where are you Oscar?” She asked herself before clearing her mind and driving to Ruby’s house. She knew Ruby and the gang wouldn’t be there as she had gotten a text from them about a lead but she chose to ignore it. She parked her car before getting off and knocking on the door. The door opened before abuelita looked around the neighborhood and motioned for (y/n) to come inside. “Abuelita, que tienes? What’s wrong?” She put her index finger to her mouth confusing (y/n).
“Shh, you must be quiet.” Abuelita closed the door behind her and she motioned for (y/n) to follow her, only then did she notice the blood on her hands.
“Abuelita, what happen to your hands?” (Y/N) gulped as her heart began to pound harder. She would have hated for something to happen to her. Abuelita shook her head and nodded to the kitchen where she disappeared for a few seconds before (y/n) followed her in. (Y/N)’s heart stopped the moment she saw him, sitting at the kitchen table as he sipped on a bottle of alcohol. She dropped to her knees as the loud sob escaped her mouth. He had only noticed her then, he got up and moved towards her as fast as possible.
“I told you not to tell her.” Oscar hissed out his mouth looking back at Abuelita as he kneeled down to wrap his arms around his girl.
“Mira, she cares about you mijo, she needed to know you were okay.” Abuelita sighed and so did Oscar as he turned back to his girl, her tears running down her face made his heart break.
“Amor.” Oscar sighed causing her to look at him. “I’m fine.” He sighed bringing his arms around her. He’d gotten so soft since meeting her but he didn’t care, he was ready to move away from this part of his life, all he wanted was to be with her, maybe even start a family.
“Three days Oscar, three days!” She yelled causing him to close his eyes.
“I know mi amor, but it’s done. Stuff like this won’t happen again, te lo prometo.” His eyes met hers before he wiped her tears. He hated seeing her cry and even though the beginning of their relationship was made up of nothing but her crying over the shit he did to her, he still felt horrible.
“Your neck.” She whispered as her eyes examined it.
“Yeah, cuchillos got me pretty good.” Oscar took another drink of the bottle he had kept in his hands. “It’s over, she’s gone, all of this.” He kissed her forehead before looking at Abuelita, giving her a small smile of appreciation. “Amor, I’m fine, I promise.” He grabbed her face to stop her from examining him. “I’ve had worse, you’ve seen me worse.” She sniffed before closing her eyes.
“Why didn’t you answer my calls? Why didn’t you tell me you were okay? I was worried out of my mind, I thought you were gone this time, for good.” She looked down letting the tears escape her eyes, she had been worried, way too worried.
“I needed to be sure no one knew were I was before cuchillos was dealt with. I couldn’t risk it, I’m sorry.” Oscar’s hand rubbed up and down her back. They stayed silent for minutes before he spoke again. “I’m out.” He whispered and (y/n) looked at him.
“What do you mean you’re out?” It couldn’t have meant what she wanted it to, there was no way. She had begged him to get out of the Santos for years.
“I’m over the Santos, I want to focus on my future, with you. Move away from here, maybe even start a family?” He shrugged causing a smile to spread over her face. She had dreamt of this for so long, too long but was always too afraid to tell him about it.
“Oscar.” She whispered and he smiled before brushing the tears that were left away. This was the beginning of her happy ever after and she was ready to see what the future held.
#on my block#on my block masterlist#on my block imagine#cesar diaz#cesar diaz x reader#cesar diaz imagine#monse finnie#Jamal Turner#ruby martinez#abuelita martinez#jasmine#Oscar Diaz#oscar diaz x reader#oscar diaz imagine#spooky diaz#spooky diaz x reader#spooky diaz imagine
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Sanctuary
Summary: The reader gives Spooky an ultimatum when he abandons Cesar.
Pairing: Spooky x black!reader
Warnings: Mention of smut & language.
Bacon was sizzling in the pan, the potatoes and eggs were being kept warm in the oven, and you were flipping tortillas while dancing to your Spotify playlist.
“Good morning,” Spooky greeted you, his voice full of sleep.
Still mad that he didn’t care that Cesar had nowhere to go you ignored him and the one thing Spooky hates is being ignored.
He caged you in between him and the stove. “You still giving me the silent treatment, ma?”
You wanted to bump him out of the way, but you didn’t feel like hearing him yell, so you actually spoke to your boyfriend. “Can you please move? I need to get the eggs and potatoes out of the oven.”
Stepping back, Spooky moved and took a seat at the table. Bending down you got the food out the oven and you could feel him admiring your ass.
Silently, you made his and yours plates, slightly slamming his plate down. Oscar always led the prayer and the only time he heard you spoke was the amen.
Halfway into breakfast, you broke and told Spooky what’s been on your mind. “I’m gonna let Cesar stay with me.”
Oscar put down the taco that was halfway to his mouth and just stare you. To others it was supposed to be intimidating, but to you it didn’t mean shit. “Run that by me one more time.”
“I’m gonna let Cesar stay with me,” you repeated yourself, resuming to eat your food.
“No, you’re not. He’s not allowed on Santos’ streets and no girlfriend of a Santo would do that.”
“Well, one of those could easily change.” The threat of y’all breaking up is what caused Spooky’s usual calm demeanor to change. He backed out his seat, causing the chair to scrape across the floor, grabbed your seat to face him and leaned over you.
“You threatening to break up with me?”
Pulling his face closer to you, you kissed him aggressively. First, he was shocked because Spooky was the aggressive one, but once he was over the shock, he got used to it until he wanted to dominate you. Remembering that you needed some air and you had to tell Spooky something, you broke the kiss. “That’s exactly what I mean,” you whispered against his lips.
Oscar pushed off the chair and started pacing. “What do you want me to do? The cuchillos made that call, not me.”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe put your family over the Santos,” you say sarcastically.
“The Santos are my family!” Oscar yelled back.
Unfazed by his outburst, you began cleaning up. Spooky eyed you warily, knowing you could go off at him at any moment for him yelling at you, but you never did. You continued cleaning the kitchen, then headed to the room to change.
When you came back out, you had your overnight bag in your hand. “You can throw away the rest of my things. I don’t need em.”
Spooky tried to snatch the bag out your hand but you were faster. “Y/N, quit your shit and put the bag down. Now!” He ordered you.
“No! I tried to reason with you last night and you blew me off. I tried again this morning and you still won’t budge. I’m not gonna let an innocent kid, a kid I consider a like a little brother live on the streets. So, if you and the rest of the Santos have an issue with it, y’all can kiss my black ass!” You walked towards the front door, but Spooky blocked your exit.
“You think you can do whatever you want because you’re the so-called Princess of Freeridge? You don’t even know how hard it is to live in Freeridge!”
Princess of Freeridge was a nickname that you believed you didn’t deserve. Your dad was the one, who was born and raised in Freeridge, and he was respected by all. He wasn’t affiliated with either the Santos or the Prophets, but both gangs knew not to mess with him, he was dangerous on his own. Eventually, he got out of the hood, got a football scholarship, and made into the NFL.
Once, your dad was big time, your grandma refused to leave her house in Freeridge and being a big momma’s boy, your dad made you and your brothers visit Freeridge frequently. You must’ve been just like your dad, because you took to Freeridge instantly. It was like you were meant to thrive in that neighborhood. Even your dad noticed, and he always said he felt more comfortable with you in Freeridge by yourself than your three older brothers. Also, it didn’t hurt that your uncle, who your dad could barely stand was a Prophet.
With street cred from your dad and uncle, you were practically untouchable in Freeridge. Whenever you were in Freeridge, you somehow always ended up hanging out with Spooky, which eventually turned into a romance.
As you got older, you tried to help the community. You organized various block parties against gun violence, built a community center named after your dad, and helped ex-convicts find legal and sustainable income. But eventually, you would go back to your home in the hills and live your ‘rich girl life’ as Spooky would describe it.
A knock on the door alerted you. When you reached for the doorknob, Oscar slapped your hand away and pushed you behind him, being his overprotective self.
One look out the door and Spooky rolled his eyes. “Oh, you called this pendejo?”
The man he was referring to was your bodyguard, Ray. Even though you could hold your own and no one would be stupid enough to try something with you (except them young’ins as your dad claimed), your dad insisted that you have a bodyguard especially since you came from a famous family.
Ray ignored Spooky and turned his attention to you. “Y/N, you ready? Everything at your grandmother’s is ready.”
Ray and Spooky never liked each other. Spooky swore up and down that Ray had a crush on you and would put the moves on you if he had the chance. Ray, a veteran and an ex-convict himself said Spooky was too small-minded. If he was gonna be a criminal, it better be to make his life better and he believed that it wasn’t and that Spooky was gonna drag you down, not elevate you.
“Yeah, I’m ready Ray. Can you take my bag to the car? I just need to speak to Oscar real quick.” Hesitantly, Ray stepped off the porch to the car.
Grabbing each of Spooky’s hands, you pulled him into a hug. “I love you and I will always love you. Just when you come to your senses, let me know, Oscar.” You kissed him goodbye and hoped with all your heart that he would change his mind.
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Weeks had passed since you saw Spooky, but you never really had the time. You had to take care of Cesar, listen to his own relationship problems, make sure your play cousin Jamal didn’t get in anymore trouble, and work.
A girlfriend of another Santo bumped into you at the grocery store and told you about the party the Santos were having. She insisted you go because all the hoes would be on Spooky since he was single.
Jealousy reared its ugly head and that’s how you ended up at the party. And homegirl was right, girls were all over Spooky. You were about to go in on him when you saw a very underage person by all the liquor.
“Ay, Ruby what are you doing here?” You questioned one of Cesar’s best friends.
The endearing but annoying teen looked up to you with low eyes. “Your ex-boyfriend dragged me here. And by the way, may I mention that your post-breakup glow is phenomenal.”
Leaning down, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you. Just for that I won’t give you any shit about drinking, as long as you can hold your liquor.” Even if he didn’t compliment you, you wouldn’t have snitched on him. It wasn’t too long ago when you were the one drinking underage.
Taking a drink of your own, you roamed around the party, mingled with some folks until one of the girls in Spooky’s lap decided to say something. “What are you doing here? Didn’t Spooky drop your ugly ass?”
Choosing to ignore her for the sake of the party, you turned around and walked away, but homegirl didn’t get the message and pulled you by the shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me, you Prophet bitch?” Her words barely registered in your head, because all you could do is stare at the hand, she decided to touch you with.
Everyone else got quiet to watch the showdown, but Spooky rushed to intervene. He knew once you got that glossy look in your eye it wasn’t long before you started swinging and there was no way Bianca could hold herself against you. Even Spooky was scared to try you.
“Bianca, yo, chill!” Spooky tried to warn the girl, but she was too dumb for her own good.
“No, fuck that! This little rich girl thinks just because her dad grew up in Freeridge, she can do whatever she wants, but she ain’t one of us! She’s more of a Prophet because of her bitch-ass uncle and cousin. She doesn’t deserve a Santo like you, Spooky.” Then the dumb bitch decided she could kiss Spooky in front of you. When she finished, she let Spooky go and smirked at you like she just won him. If she had any social awareness, she would’ve noticed he was disgusted by the kiss.
One look at you and Spooky knew he couldn’t stop you. He slyly stepped out of the way and let you do your thing.
You weren’t one for talking, so you let your fist fly and connect with Bianca’s jaw. She was out cold with one punch. People thought you were soft because you grew up privilege, but you always proved them wrong. They seemed to forget that you had three older brothers, all in professional sports, and one was a mma fighter. Hell, you basically grew up fighting.
Bianca’s friends tried to jump you, but none had hands like you. “Don’t you even fucking dare, Spooky,” you warned him against trying to get the girls off you.
Eventually, they gave up because of the embarrassment of getting beat up by one girl. Leaning over a semi-conscious Bianca, you told her and the other girls surrounding, “Leave Spooky alone and keep my name out your mouth or I won’t go easy on you next time.”
You gave her one good kick and turned to grab Spooky, tonguing him down in front of everyone, marking your territory. The hoots and hollers from everyone alerted you that you weren’t alone, so you stopped kissing him.
Spooky had that lustful look in his eyes and you knew your drought was about to end. He threw you over his shoulder and led you to his house while everyone else cheered you on.
Once inside the house, Spooky set you on your feet and tried to kiss, but you moved out of the way. Hurt that you rejected him, Spooky threw a photo of you and him across the room. “What the fuck are you doing here, Y/N? You gonna claim me in public and reject me in private? What do you want?!”
The pain in his voice caused you to cry. Never in your life have you ever heard Spooky this emotional and to know you were the cause was breaking your heart. “You,” you whispered in between hiccups.
“You got me, baby. Come back home.” He opened up his arms, inviting you back.
Shaking your head, you countered, “I can’t. Not unless your taking Cesar back.”
Spooky ran his hands from the back of his head to the front of his face. This woman was going to drive him crazy. “Come here.” He ordered, taking a seat on the couch. You followed his instructions and instead of sitting next to him, you sat in his lap. Snuggling into him you smelled the beer, weed, and mesquite wood making an intoxicating scent that described him.
Gripping your chin hardly and staring deep into your eyes, Spooky began to speak. “You gotta keep this to yourself. I mean you can’t tell anybody. Not even your pops, understand?”
Sitting up straighter at the seriousness Oscar’s voice you nodded your head yes. “What’s going on, Oscar?” You asked, only using his government name when you were serious.
He began telling you of his and Cesar’s plan of getting him back in the good graces of the Santos. They planned on setting up the Prophets and he even ensured that it didn’t involve your uncle getting caught up.
When he finished explaining, you stood up from his lap and began pacing. Your silence was making Spooky nervous, he grabbed your hand to stop you. “Baby, you good?”
Slapping his hand away, you stood over him and began yelling. “Hell no! You mean to tell me I’ve been moping around about your ass for weeks and almost fucked another guy, for you to tell me you’ve been playing me?”
“Who you almost fuck?” Spooky disregarded the rest and wanted to know who was dumb enough to mess with Spooky’s girl.
“Nah, don’t worry about that. Did you fuck any of those bitches, Oscar Diaz?” You were hovering over him, pointing your index and middle finger on his temple, not caring that he didn’t tolerate that type of disrespect.
Spooky smiled up at you. He was happy that you were just as possessive over him as he was over you. “No, quierda.” He pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I love your crazy ass too much to do that.”
“I love you too,” you muttered against his lips before kissing him. Spooky’s hands went from your hips to under shirt to your bra strap. To help him out you shrugged your shirt off and once it was off it was like he sobered up. Spooky pushed you off his lap and he stood up looking for your shirt.
“What the hell, Spooky?”
“This plan ain’t happening until a couple of weeks and for no one to suspect anything we need to keep up appearances.” Spooky explained, trying his best not to continue what you started.
“Which means you’re still not talking to Cesar and we’re still not together,” you finished for him. “How are we gonna explain tonight?”
Spooky waved you off and smacked his lips. “Man, Julio and his girl breakup and fuck all the time. It ain’t far-fetch for us to be doing the same.”
Smirking you reached out for Spooky’s belt to undo. “We haven’t fucked yet.”
To stop you, Spooky grabbed your wrists and turned your back against his chest. “And we’re not until all this is over, because if I get one taste of you, I’m not stopping.”
He was right, both of you could be insatiable. Reluctantly, you put your shirt on and began making your way to the door. You wanted to stay the night, but the temptation was too great.
“I’m sorry, I lied to you for so long. I didn’t want to involve you with all this.”
Caressing his cheek, you replied. “No, I should’ve known better. Under all that roughness, you’re a good man, Oscar Diaz.” You reached up to kiss him on the spot where your hand was.
Turning the doorknob, you were about to open the door when Spooky stopped you. “Aye, who’s the fool that’s dumb enough to try to fuck you?”
“No one important,” you rolled your eyes at him.
“Just let him I’ll shoot him if I need to.”
“Stop it!” Hitting him in the stomach to reprimand him. “I’ll call you when I get home.”
As soon as you opened the door there was a bunch of cheers for Spooky. All of his friends hyped for him ‘getting some.’ To put on a show, he smacked your ass when you turned to walk to your car. You glared back at Spooky to let him know he would pay for that, but it didn’t faze him. Instead he smiled and mouthed ‘I love you.’ And at that you couldn’t be too mad, because despite all the ups and downs Spooky always had the best intentions and was the man for you.
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Temporary - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz Imagine Part Five
Previously...
"Good, you deserve better than that pendejo." He smirked as he lent back against the couch, his eyes meeting mine.
"I know." I smiled, holding eye contact, my heart starting to race as he winked at me before a banging on the door rang throughout the house.
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"What, man?" Oscar frowned as he opened the door, one of the cholos from earlier appearing behind it.
"We got uh, we got that thing." He muttered, scratching his head as he looked over to me briefly.
"Take Johnny, I got shit to take care off." Spooky shrugged, closing the door and making his way back over to me without waiting for a reply.
"You know you don't have to babysit me right? If you've got things to do, I'll be okay." I smiled slightly as he dropped back down to his seat besides me.
"Nah, it's all good, nothin' they can't handle." He shrugged before focusing his attention solely on me. "So tell me, what exactly has Ruby told you about me?"
"Other than you being the most feared gang leader in Freeridge? Not so much." I smirked with a laugh as his mouth turned up slightly.
"Most feared huh?" He chuckled as he rubbed his chin briefly before leaning back and stretching his arms across the back of the sofa, his left hand brushing my shoulder slightly.
"Apparently so." I shrugged, watching as he reached onto his shorts pocket and pulled out a pack of cigerettes. "Although so far you're definitely not living up to expectations." I told him with a laugh as he threw an unlit cigerette hitting me square in the forehead.
"He tell you anything else?" He asked, lighting his own cigerette before leaning over and lighting mine, also known as the one he threw at my head.
"Uh, you've been looking after Cesar for a while now, a little about the Santos, and that you've just got out of prison." I trailed off, not sure whether I should have mentioned the last part. I frowned slightly as Oscars eyes drifted to the floor, a deep scowl on his face as my words hit his ears. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, if it makes you feel any better there's no judgement on my end." I said softly, catching his attention as he raised his head to look at me. "I didn't know you then, before I mean, I know you now, and that is how I'll judge you." I smiled, a sense of relief washing other me as Oscar chuckled slightly before nodding his head, a slight glimmer in his eyes.
"Oh!" I continued excitedly. "And I'm pretty sure him and Jamal are absolutely terrified of you." I laughed thinking back to earlier. "They almost lost their shit at the school when I called you Oscar rather than Spooky." I smiled, the younger boys terrified faces flashing in my mind briefly.
"Spooky's a different person." Oscar sighed, rubbing his head. "You don't wanna be around me when I'm him." He muttered, stubbing his cigerette out on the ash tray on the table.
(Okay so I completely forgot that they was smoking, bare with me guys!)
"It's okay." I shrugged following his actions. "I'm more than happy to just know Oscar." I said sincerely, smiling to myself as a small smile graced his handsome features.
"Where is she?"
"Where is who?"
"My daughter! Where is she?"
"I don't know who your daughter is señora."
Shouting from outside took our attention away from each other and instead focusing on the voice that was drifting in through the closed door, my confusion dispersing as the voice clicked in familiarity.
"You've gotta be kidding me." I groaned as I rubbed my face before standing up from my spot on the sofa.
"What?" Oscar asked as I made my way to the window, him following suit.
"That's my mother." I muttered, pulling the curtain back slightly so we could both see the older figure stood with her hands on her hips with Diego behind her as she attempted to get my whereabouts out of the cholos in the yard.
I watched in confusion as Oscar chuckled to himself before striding over to the front door and swinging it open, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed as all eyes moved to him.
"Can I help you?" Oscar called as he stood watching my mother and Diego with a smirk on his face.
"My daughter, where is she?" I heard my mother's voice as I took another quick look out of the window, Diego's smirk dripping slightly as he looked over at Oscar.
"I dunno señora, I got a lot of hyna's if ya know what I mean." He shrugged slightly, making me laugh quietly. He turned his head to me slightly raising an eyebrow making me smirk and raise my hands in mock surrender.
"Amelia Perez I know you're in there!" My mother shouted as her eyes scanned the windows, only just missing me as I quickly stepped back and out of sight. "You come out here right this second and apologise to your man!" She yelled making me shake my head with a sigh. Always on his side. I thought to myself.
"No disrespect, but I don't see no man over there, that cabrón ain't even a boy, señora." Oscar chuckled causing Diego to look up at him with a scowl on his face.
I sighed as I watched my mothers face twist in further anger, her fists clenched by her sides as if she would actually allow herself to throw a hit. Deciding that enough was enough I sighed and moved to stand beside Oscar in the doorway.
"Finally!" My mother exclaimed dramatically as her eyes landed on me. "Come on, you and Diego need to sort this shit out." She sighed motioning for me to go to her, her eyebrows raisin slightly as I made no attempt to move.
"There's nothing to sort out mami." I shrugged helplessly. "There's only so many times you can convince me to go back to him, I'm done with it." I shrugged again, not knowing how I could make it any clearer for her.
"You need to fight for what you have hija." She said in her 'motherly' voice, the one she would use to discreetly scold me when there was company around as a child. "You two are perfect for each other, you know this!" She smiled as though that one sentence was all it was going to take to change my mind.
"Perfect?" I scoffed. "You mean how he goes out of his way to make me feel worthless? How you both expect me to be the perfect little house wife, waiting at home for him to get back? Perfect as in the way he stops me from seeing friends? I've got nobody left because of him!" I raised my voice in frustration, my fists clenching in anger by my side.
"You have Jess!" She said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over her chest as she smirked in satisfaction.
"Oh whoopdy-fucking-do mami, one person. One. The same one who's been telling me to leave his sorry ass since day one!" I yelled, pointing over to Diego was looking amused at the situation infront of him. "The same one that noticed the weird thing that's always seemed to be going on between you two!" I added, looking between the two in disgust.
The feeing of a hand on the bottom of my back made me jump slightly, turning to see Oscar looking down at me with a small frown on his face. Sighing I looked over to the cholos who were awkwardly watching, even if I had forgotten they were even there. Taking a deep breath i turned back to face the two unwelcome visitors.
"I'm not gunna be his punching bag anymore." I sighed, the fight leaving me until Diego opened his mouth.
"Just listen to your mother Amelia." He smirked, his arms coming up across his chest so he was in a matching stance with my mother.
"Fuck you." I smirked as his face dropped, a frown taking over his own smirk. "You know what mami, he's all yours." I raised my hands in surrender and stepped back into the Diaz household, stopping just over the threshold as my mother's final attempt reached my ears.
"If you leave now don't even think about coming back to Geny's!" Her shrill voice echaed through the empty house.
Hesitating slightly, I looked back to Oscar, sending him a small smile as I shrugged and walked in.
"Guess were all sorted Señora!" Oscar grinned as he tucked his hands into his front pockets, me watching from my space on the couch. "Now get off my property." He growled, all traces of a smile wiped from his features as he stared down at Diego and my mother.
Without waiting for any type of reply he nodded to his Santos in the yard and walked back inside, closing the door without a second look as he came over and plopped down on the couch besides me.
"I'm sorry." I sighed after a few minutes of nothing but silence, him frowning down at me in confusion. "For, I dunno, everything since I first met you, and especially for bringing my shit to your doorstep." I shrugged looking down as I fiddled with my hands, until another pair covered mine.
"Hey, you ain't gotta apologise, that shits on them, you don't deserve to be treated like that." He said quietly, our eyes locked together as he scooted slightly closer. "You should be treated like a Princesa." He smiled slightly making me giggle.
"Oh yeah? And who's gunna treat me like that?" I whispered, my eyes focused on his and nothing else.
I could feel the space between us closing steadily, unsure whether it was me or him leaning in, my eyes trapped in his as he glanced between my own and my lips. The thumping of my heart rushing to my ears, so loud I'm surprised he couldn't hear it himself. The thought of Diego and mother being outside was pushed to the back of my mind, the only thing I could focus on was wanting to know how Oscars lips would feel against mine.
My eyes fluttered shut as his lips touched mine, soft, tender and short lived as the front door flew open making us pull away quickly, I moved away slightly putting slightly more distance between us as Cesar, Ruby and Jamal came in.
"Uh, Lia, why did I just pass your mum storming away with Diego trailing behind like a dog?" Ruby asked as his eyes landed on me before swiftly moving to Oscar besides me. "Also, why are you here?" He asked as his eyes continued to flicker between me and the Santo.
"And what happened to your face?" Jamal asked with wide eyes, as he looked at what was once the red mark under my eye which had now changed to a blue/purple bruise. "Was it that douchebag Diego? Need me to go and sort him out?" He asked looking at me with a hard stare making me laugh.
"Come on Jamal, we all know you couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper bag." I snorted causing the other two younger guys to burst out laughing while Oscar let a small chuckle slip as he got up and made his way over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and leaning against the counter as he watched the rest of us.
"You know what, I'll leave you to deal with your own issues." He muttered as he dropped down in the available seat besides me.
"My issues are sorted, kinda." I added as my eyes flickered over to Oscar, who smirked as he looked down at his beer.
"What did you do?" Cesar spoke up, looking over at his older brother with a knowing glint in his eyes.
"What? Why you gotta assume it was me?" He asked as he put his beer besides him on the counter and folded his arms over his chest as he looked at the younger Spooky in disbelief.
"I mean, that's what Los Santos are right? They sort issues people have?" Jamal tried to add his point before I elbowed him in the ribs with a 'what the actual fuck' look. "I'm just saying." He shrugged, shrinking back into the couch as I shook my head and looked back over to Oscar.
"Anyway, it wasn't me who basically told my mum and boyfriend to go fuck." Oscar chuckled as his eyes met mine, a blush rising up my chest and neck as he winked at me.
"You did what?" Ruby and Jamal scream in unison while Cesar just laughed and shook his head just as my phone dinged.
"And you guys say I'm the weird one." I muttered as I pulled my phone out of my shorts pocket. "Welp, guess I gotta find somewhere else to stay now." I sighed as I read through.
Mami: I meant what I said, don't come back here until your ready to sort it out.
*Deleted*
Diego: That cholo ain't gunna treat you any better Amelia.
*Deleted*
Geny: I heard what happened with Diego, for the record, you mother is definitely out of order there, you're welcome to come back at any point just let me know. X
Geny: Also, if you see Ruby tell him I need him home to sort out his room for Olivia as you won't be using it. X
"Ruby, your mum wants you to go back and sort your room for Olivia since me and Diego aren't staying there." I told him, smirking as his eyes widened.
"Olivia, Olivia? As in my mums friends, daughter?" He asked slowly as though I was teaching him the basics of rocket science.
"Yeah, that one, he parents are being deported or something, so she's staying with you guys." I said remembering overhearing geny and mum mentioning it at some point.
"Oh my god! How's my hair? How's my breath? How do I look? What about my outfit?" He rambled 100mph as his hands frantically tired to sort his hit and straighten his clothes all at once.
"Who's Olivia?" Cesar asked as he watched the paniced boy in amusement.
"She's like my cousin, well, not actually my cousin, like blood, not like Lia is but a family friend that you'd call cousin, you know, so no inbreeding and that." Ruby muttered on, making me laugh slightly." At his flustered state.
"Rubs, chill, her parents have just been deported, I'm pretty sure a romance would be the last thing on her mind right now." I shrugged, and while I've never actually met Olivia, I know it would the last thing on my mind.
"Hey, you could invite her to the dance!" Jamal exclaimed with a wide grin, as though he had just uncovered the secrets to infinite youth.
Oscar apparently seeing that as his que to leave sighs dramatically as he pushed himself away from the counter. "As much as I love listening to you pendejos bitching about, whatever, I got shit to do." He muttered as he picked up his beer and walked towards the front door putting his brothers shoulder on the way. "Hey Lia." He paused as he opened the door, turning to look at me over his shoulder. "You can stay here." He nodded to me making me frown in confusion.
"What do you me-" I started before I was interrupted.
"You need a place to stay yeah?" He asked, pausing while I nodded in agreement. "You can stay here, take my room, I'll take the couch." He shrugged as though it was no big deal, narrowing his eyes at me as I opened my mouth to reject his offer. "Okay?" He asked, well, more stated.
"Okay." I nodded with a smile and a laugh. "Thank you Oscar." I smiled sincerely, my eyes focused on him as the other people in the room faded into the background.
"De nada princesa." He winked before stepping out into the yard, a chorus of 'spooky!' coming from the Santos as he closed the door behind him.
A cough from beside me brought me back to earth, turning to see three sets of eyes on me, Ruby and Jamal looking as though I'd killed somebody right then and there and Cesar with a knowing smirk on his face.
"What?" I asked innocently.
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I know it's terrible, I'm sorry, but I'm determined to finish this, at least so I can have a tiny portion of my brain that is obsessed with OMB back 😩😆
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His Girl // Sad Eyes
Prompt: You and Sad Eyes are trying to avoid your older brother, Spooky, from finding out about your relationship.
pairing: Sad Eyes x reader
warning: mild swearing, s m u t 🥵
word count: 1.7k
A/N: okay okay so @youare-mysonshine mentions an idea and I can’t not try to bring it to life. I didn’t think I would want to write for anyone else but Spooky but I enjoyed this! My first smut piece and I hope it’s okay. I find writing requests is much easier than thinking of my own ideas, lol. BUT recent convos with this babe, a series called NACROS will soon make an appearance. Send me requests!
“It’s almost 3 ‘o’ clock..” You say as you feel the wet kisses on your neck. The assault hot and heavy with no end in sight. He ignores your pleas on the time nearing.
You sigh but very contently. Your hands rubbing up and down his back, scratching them gently with your acrylics. Black as he likes.
With the heel of your foot, you dig it on top of his ass and he lets out a laugh, finally stopping the attack on your neck, sitting up to rest his hands on the side of you face.
“Mhm, one day I’m a leave a mark.”
“Promises, promises. Com’n you gotta bounce. Cesar will be home and then,” You sigh, as he climbs off you. “Spooky is back. We’re picking him up at 5.”
Sad Eyes glances at you as he pulls his shirt back on. He rubs the nape of his neck and sits besides you, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You smile at his sweetness, puckering your lips waiting for a kiss.
This thing between you two happened at the beginning of summer, 2 1/2 months ago. Your little brother and his friends were at a party or watching one and you followed to make sure he didn’t get himself in any trouble.
When you entered the party for drinks, that’s when you caught Sad Eyes attention. He wasted no time in approaching you, which lead to talking and then stepping away from the party, smoking a blunt and ... well you know. You warned him about something happening between the two of you, your big brother being Spooky. But he didn’t seem to care. That was until the summer had passed by and Oscar’s release date neared. You managed to avoid Cesar figuring it out, knowing he’d rat you out. But now is the real deal.
“When you gonna tell him?” He asks you, pulling you from the daydream. You give him a look.
“When are you? You suppose to be his compa.”
He laughs and stands, pulling a blunt from the top of your dresser. Shrugging he lights it up, “End of me if I do it. We might live, if you tell him.”
“Boy, please, he’d kill me and you regardless of who tells him. Which is why, we don’t. We lay low. Let him get comfortable then when things settle and he gets in the groove of leading the Santos, we figure it out then. Now, go, before I make us get naked again. Bye.” You smack his ass as he leaves.
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Though you were stressed about your relationship being exposed to Spooky, you did miss him a lot. He’d be locked up for the past 4 years. Times were hard taking care of Cesar on your own bit the Santos helped out a lot. When Cesar got home, you both cleaned up the place and before you know it, the clock struck close to 5.
You both sit against the red impala, waiting for him to come out. And when you hear the gates open, you all run to each other and embrace.
“Mano... look at you. And Y/N, who said you could become a woman and shit?” Oscar has his arm around both yours and Cesar’s neck. You both hug him walking back to the car and back home.
The Santos were gathered at the house to welcome your brother back. And it’ll be the first time being around all of the Santos, Sad Eyes AND Oscar at the same time.
You won’t lie, your nerves are racked and you felt like Oscar knows and will know soon. But he can’t know, you and Sad Eyes were always careful. Not just around Cesar but around the other homies. All loyal to your brother, so you kept it on the extra down low.
“You need another?” You ask your brother heading to get another drink. He nods and you head to the cooler, on your way you and Sad Eyes look at one another. His eyes burning into as you walk past him and around the house.
After grabbing a few, you turn to head back but bump into a body. You look up and see your guy staring at you, “Yes? Need one?”
“Nah, not a beer.”
You roll your eyes, “No no no, you heard what I said. We aren’t letting him find out, especially not tonight. So quench your thirst with a beer, papi.”
He hisses at the nickname and watch you walk away.
The night went well, for the most part. You occasionally glance over at Sad Eyes from time to time. So wishing you didn’t need hide this shit from Oscar. But your brother never wanted you involved with anything or anyone else in the gang. Understandable.
“I’ll be back. Bathroom.” You say pushing off the couch.
“Again?”
“I drank like 3 beers straight. Must you be controlling me still? I’m 23. Be back I said!” You kick his leg. Sad Eyes looks your way and you look to the house as you walk around the corner.
When you get to the bathroom, you wait for a minute when you a hear a knock. Your heart rate spikes as you open and peek your head out. Sad eyes bounces his eyebrows at you as you pull him in. His lips on yours instantly.
He feels your ass as your arms are tightly wrapped around his neck. Your kisses hot and sloppy, the alcohol taking lead.
“I was waiting to come back here and kiss you. Been watching you all night, mujer.”
You moan as he dips his face down to kiss your neck, the moan escaping louder. You cover your mouth with your hand and laugh, “Sorry.”
He laughs with you and you push him off of you and against the sink. You feel the courage and need to take it further, you keep your eyes on his as you sink down to your knees. He watches you as you play with the waistband of his jeans. Oh, you are going there.
You feel him through the jeans, licking your lips as he gets more aroused under your hand, “I kept thinking of the first time we did it. In my brothers car, best head you ever had.”
He nods in agreement, sinister look.
With the lust thick in the air, you undo his pants with his help, pushes it down enough to pull him out of his briefs, you’ll never not be star struck with what this man is packing.
You wet your lips and press a kiss on the underside of his length. Sad Eyes groans at the sensation. You are horny and tipsy as fuck. You take the tip of his cock in your mouth and twirl your tongue around it. He dips his head back in pleasure. It’s when you pump him a few times and take him deeper into your mouth and feel it hit the back of your throat that you hear him groan.
“Fuuuuck, bebe.”
Your bob your head up and down, slowly, earning impatient groans from him. You push your hand up his torso, feeling his chiseled body underneath it. He grabs your hair and bunches it up, getting a nice grip. Sad Eyes pulls you back off his cock, you look up at him as he leans down to kiss you.
“I want to make you cum, por favor.”
He smirks and pushes your head down as your take him again. With the grip of your hair in his hand and his groans, you feel yourself getting more and more aroused. But you know you can’t go too far, before someone notices you been gone too long.
Your release him with a pop and pull your top down to let him get a view of his second favorite part of your body. He bites his lips as you take his cock in your hands. Sad Eyes leans down and spits on your chest, it slides between your boobs. You bite your lip and push his cock through your boobs.
“You know ima cum quick if make me fuck your titties.”
You smirk and push your chest up and down his length. He moans and watches you work him up to the brink of release. “Oh fuck.” He groans as he releases his seed on your chest. You slow your pace as he crumbles under you. With one last stroke, you let go and kiss the tip of dick.
“Mhm, you made a mess all over me, papi. When everyone is gone, ima make a mess all over your face.” You kiss him, careful not to make a mess all over him.
After cleaning each other up and outfit change, you peek out of the bathroom and head out to your room while he heads out to party.
You do a quick fix of your make up and hair before heading back out.
A quick stop to get a beer, you spot him leaning against the house with some homies. You wink and head towards the others.
“Whew, that queso always fucks me up!” You laugh and sit back down. Oscar eyes you but goes back to the convo you interrupted.
After the long night that turned into 3am, you all clean up and get ready for bed. You constantly looking at your phone, hoping to god that Sad Eyes will still be up and down for the fuck sesh you mentioned.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” Cesar says as you sitting on your bed. “Night, Mano.”
You sigh as you wait for a text back.
“Waiting for someone?” You hear Oscar, who is standing in your door way. You roll your eyes and fly your pillow at him.
“The sandman to knock your ass out, go to sleep already.” You stick your tongue out as he flies the pillow back at you and heads down the hallway.
After an hour, you sigh in defeat. No response from him and the clock is nearing 5am. You pull your covers over you and go turn off your light when you hear a sound in your window. You wait a second to make sure you aren’t hearing things when you hear it again.
You squeal and do a little dance before heading over to the window, you open it and find your older brother standing outside of it. Your jaw drops when you see Sad Eyes standing behind him, a look of embarrassment and fear.
“Hola hermana, wanna explain this to me?”
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Title: Consequences For Your Actions
Gif credit @teresa-palmer
Requested by @joeybarber
There's a part 2 coming as well.
Hope you like it. Thanks for requesting ❤❤
Happy Reading Dollies
"Y/N, you need to tell Oscar". Cesar followed you into the house. You had just gotten back from picking up Cesar from school when some jealous bitch and her boyfriend started talking shit about you.
"No, what I need is for you to shut up. I can handle this. Oscar already has enough shit on his plate that he doesn't need my drama. So shut your mouth before I do it for you". You turned around and got into Cesar's face. You weren't the one to start a fight but you weren't one to back down either. You just knew when to act on it and to let it blow over.
"They threatened your life. You're marked".
You scoffed sarcastically. "I'm not even in the gang. How am I a target"?
"You're associated with the Santos. You're dating the freaking leader. Tell Oscar or I will".
"Tell me what"? Oscar scared you as his dominant voice came out. He leaned on the door frame his arms crossed.
"It's nothing. Cesar is just overreacting". Playing it off as it was nothing.
"Two locals threatened her". Cesar spoke making you starr him down. He was unfazed by your approach to making him silent.
"Where are they"? Oscar pushed himself off the frame and strutted outside to his car. Cesar hopped in and they rode off. He didn't need a explanation or even what was said. He'd hurt anyone that messed with you no questions asked. That's what you loved and hated about him. He'd shoot first and bury the body before seeing what was the reason. But that was the Santos way.
Cesar pointed out the couple that were talking trash about you. Oscar pulled up to the picnic table and got out. A pissed off look was already on his face.
"You the el cabrón that was bad mouthing my girl"? He walked up the couple.
"What's your skanky girl look like". The girl asked with a chuckle.
"Watch your mouth, puta". Oscar spat pointing his finger at the girl.
"I'd watch who you're talking to, bro". The guy mocked Oscar, puffing out his chest making Oscar laugh. Like he was some big shot.
"You must be new. See I'm Spooky, leader of the Santos and I dont take it kindly when you disrespect my girl".
"Who gives a fuck about your girl". The guy said in Oscar's face.
Oscar chuckled looking at Cesar. Then his face went to ragging anger. He leaned back and head butted the guy in the nose. His woman screamed. He staggered back, trying to comprehend what just happened.
"You better be glad you're a woman cause if you weren't I'd be doing the same to you as I'm going to do to him". Oscar grabbed the guy by his shirt dragging him to the back of his car.
"Cesar get the trunk". Oscar yelled to his little brother. He popped the trunk and Oscar pulled out rope. Tying the guys hands up and wrapping the rope under the car.
"No one threatens my baby without consequences". Oscar growled tying the rope tighter around his wrist.
"Get in". He ordered Cesar.
They took off down the road back to Oscar's house with the guy dragging along. Oscar wasn't going to take any shit from anyone including a wanna be tough guy.
You sat on the steps waiting for Oscar to come, probably had to clean up a few cuts and bruises like usual when he got into a fight.
But you never expected him to be coming down the road with a guy dragging along with him. You stood up shocked. This was one of the craziest things he's ever done.
"Are you serious right now"? You took off to the car as he stopped in the middle of the street.
"He disrespected you. He's gotta learn".
"He could die. Then that's what another twenty five to life".
"I was only going ten miles. He's fine". Oscar got out of the car and went to check on his straggler. The guy was still alive rolling around trying to get loose. His face was blooded, his pants and shirt was ripped from the road and rocks. He had a shoe missing and his sock had a hole in this big toe didn't know if it was from the road or it was already there.
"See he's fine". Oscar pulled the guys head up with a handful of hair.
"Okay, let him go before someone calls the cops". You begged him.
"Not until he apologizes to you". Oscar grabbed him by the throat making him look at you. "Apologize to my beautiful goddess". He squeezed tighter.
"Apologize now". The guy choked out words but you couldn't make them out since there was no air getting to his lungs.
"I'm sorry". He breathed out when Oscar let go.
"See, you now know who I am and what I'm capable of doing to guys like you that disrespects my family". Oscar stood over the guy talking but he didn't pay attention that earned him a kick to the gut.
"Oscar, enough. Let him go". You pulled back Oscar to you. He grabbed your face and kissed your lips. He must have sensed something, the cops pulled up with their guns drawn and pointing at Oscar.
"Get on the ground now". One shouted.
Oscar put his hands on his head and winked at you before kneeling for them to arrest him.
One officer untied the guy from the car. Cesar got out of the car and ran. No cop went after him since they had Oscar.
"I love you, mamacita. Don't worry".
"I love you". You kissed Oscar quickly before they dragged him away shoving him into the back of the patrol car.
You watched as they carried him off to jail, now it was your turn to protect him. Calling the lawyer and getting bail money. Waiting for the hearing and watching over Cesar. That's what you do in a Santos family.
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headcanons || oscar diaz
Alright so this isn’t a song fic as you may have guessed from the title, unlike the last thing I wrote on here. I’ve just had this unhealthy obsession with Spooky from On My Block ever since I started watching the show so I had to do this. My mans needs more content, we all need more Spooky content ya feel me? Anyways, Enjoy! Oh and don’t forget to watch On My Block on Netflix! (gif is not mine)
Dating Oscar Diaz would include...
- being the sweetest person he’s ever met
- shocked that you’re not completely scared of him since everybody else seems to run away at the very sight of him
- being intrigued by you, wanting to know you
- he doesn’t think of you as a casual hook up or a booty call, he genuinely wants to get to know you and your mind before knowing your body
- being different from all the other girls he’s been around and used too
- people warning you to stay away from him, that he’ll only cause you trouble but you don’t listen to any of them
- seeing a different side of him than not people see. You see him as Oscar, the man who loves and cares for his little brother and tries to do right by him. Not as Spooky, the cold blooded gang leader who everyone fears
- you being super close to Cesar, especially after you begin dating Oscar. You’re always at their house so you spend lots of time with him
- helping him with his homework while Oscar makes dinner cause yk he a chef
- lookin like a little family. a little dysfunctional family that is
- late night drives in his car when neither of you can sleep
- one hand on the wheel, the other holding yours, resting on your thigh
- going to the beach to be alone, to get away from all the crazy shit for a while
- “I come here when I need to get away for a while, clear my mind of all the bullshit at home.”
- smoking for the first time with him and him laughing at you because you damn near choked on the smoke
- “you’re cute.” “shut the fuck up pendejo.”
- being the only one who could make him genuinely laugh and smile and not give a shit who’s watching
- being super protective of you. If anyone even looks at you the wrong way, better believe he’ll say something
- “you got a problem or something? cause if you keep lookin’ at my girl like that, then we really gonna have some problems.”
- keeping you out of the santos stuff not because he thinks you can’t handle it but because he doesn’t want you to get hurt
- keeps you safe from the prophet$
- STEALING HIS FLANNELS
- “you seen my flannel? the black and gray one?” “hmm.. no..”
- stealing his hoodies too, and just all his other shirts in general too because you love the way he smells. on late nights when he has to handle santos business, you wear his shirts because while it’s not the same as being with him, you feel close to him
- HUGS
- THE BEST HUGS. He’s tall so you already know he gives amazing hugs and he smells amazing.
- nothing can compare to the feeling of him wrapping you up in his arms and holding you close, head on his chest, his arms around her shoulders/waist.
- hugs from behind
- smacking your ass whenever you walk past him
- “Damn mami, you lookin’ fine.”
- hardly fighting but when you do, it’s bad
- sex
- LOTS OF SEX
- LOTS OF REALLY GOOD SEX
- hickies on you, scratch marks on him. yk how that goes ;)
- using you as an armrest cause he’s tall and teasing you about it
- “how’s it goin’ down there shorty?”
- him calling you all the pet names to fluster you
- “bebe” “mami” “mamacita” “baby girl” “baby” “mamita”
- and of course the mean names whenever you roast each other
- “shut up, puto.” “why don’t you come over here and make me, puta?”
- “pendejo” “pendeja” “estupida” “perro” “cabron” “cabrona”
- people being surprised by how good of a boyfriend oscar actually is. everyone always pegged him as a hook up type of guy
- so people were shocked to find out he claimed you
- he’s not really used to being in relationships, it’s still kinda new to him. his relationships almost always don’t work out because they can’t handle his life. and because he was just used to hooking up with other hynas
- but it was different with you. he wanted to be with you, wanted to be your novio, wanted people to know you were his
- still, he can’t help but feel that you deserve better than someone like him. someone who’s been to prison, someone with a record, with two strikes, but you always remind him
- “I don’t want anybody else, Oscar. I don’t care what you or anybody else says. You’re not gonna scare me or run me away. I know what I’m signing up for by being with you and I don’t care. You deserve me, I deserve you. We deserve each other. I’m happy. I love you and I want you. I want you now, tomorrow, the day after that, the day after that, the day after that and the day after that.”
- that being the first time you tell him you love him
- him being surprised at first but saying it back. not because he feels like he has too but because he does love you
- “I love you too, mamita.”
- just being happy together
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