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marwritesgood · 6 years ago

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Approval | M. Martinez

Pairing; Mario x Diaz!Reader

Timeframe; Season 2

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

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

“Hey, you finally made it.”

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

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

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

“Happy New Years, Y/n... Excuse me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cesar’s missing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned to Mario, who remained silent.

“Mario?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, whatever. I’m leaving.”

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

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

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

This was an unspoken rule.

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

“Baby-”

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

“I didn’t know that,” he murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just knew who it was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But Oscar-”

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

“How’d you know where to find him?”

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

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

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

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

“Happy new years, baby,” he whispered.

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1-800-moondust · 2 years ago

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Mark Heathcliff x GN!Reader (Platonic Headconnons)

Bro please give this man a hug he needs one desperately

His bed covered in stuffed animals, most of them coming from when he was a baby. He refuses to throw them out because of sentimental value

Mark also has a nightlight that he keeps on everyday

If you make fun of his stuffed animals or the fact that he has a nightlight he will cry

Mark is a pretty paranoid person and struggles with depression so he'll come to you and Cesar for comfort

The two of y'all have a secret handshake that he likes to do everytime he sees you

Once the alternates come around it makes him extra paranoid and just over takes a heavy toll on his mental health

So to help ease his worries y'all made secret knocks, passwords, and phrases to insure that he would actually be talking you and not something else

He tried to get Cesar to join in too but he declined the offer much to Mark's dismay

Mark is a pretty jumpy person so watching horror movies would be a no go with him

But if you did he would stay up all night being too scared to go to sleep. Sometimes would shake you awake and ask "did you hear that?" creeping you out too

He really likes comedy tho and will only watch a rom-com if it's laughably bad

Mark is a nice and polite dude so if notices that you're cold he'll totally lend you his hoodie

Just give it back tho, he doesn't tolerate thievery

With the alternates running around Mark plans as many sleepovers with you and Cesar as he can for group protection

Plus it makes him feel good knowing the two people he cares about the most (besides his sister) are safe

Mark begs for you and Cesar to get protection for yourselves (preferably a weapon) so that y'all would have a chance at survival if it ever came down to that

At the end of the day he's a caring and loving friend who wants to see his friends be happy and safe

Just enjoy your friendship with him before the incident happens

Sorry if this is bad I didn't check for grammar at all 💀

#mark heathcliff #mandela catalouge x reader #mandela catalouge #mandela catalouge mark #mark headcanons #mark heathcliff x reader #platonic #headcannons #headcanon #platonic headcanons #hcs #platonic hcs #x reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #mark heathcliff tmc #platonic x reader

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shittystockholmstyles · 3 years ago

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Sneaky Link || Oscar Diaz

A/N: It’s been so long but with season 4 coming out at some point I figured it’s time to start writing again. Anyways, had a request from a while ago about at reader x Spooky sneaky link. Hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Reader is Sad Eyes sister, secretly dating Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Warnings: language, slight smut

Word count: 3,000

You moved to sit back in the passenger seat, pulling your shirt back down to cover your chest. Sweat caused the loose hair at the back of your neck to stick to your skin and you struggled to catch your breath as you watched the equally breathless Santo, in the driver’s seat, fix his pants. He glanced over at you and raised an eyebrow when he caught you staring.

“This would be a lot more comfortable for you if we were in a bed.” He gesture to the hand you were currently using to rub your neck. Sex in a car can be fun but somehow you always found yourself bent in odd angles that left you soar, and not in the good way, afterwards.

“And would that bed be at your place, where there’s always Santos hanging around or mine where my over protective brother could walk in on us?” You replied.

You didn’t wait for his response and instead you reached to open the door and stepped out of the car. You leaned down and smiled at the Santo, and before closing the door, said ��see ya later Oscar.”

You made your way down the street to your house, aware that Oscar was watching to make sure you made it inside, you could never be too cautious late at night in Freeridge. What you weren’t aware of were the four other pairs of eyes watching from across the street.

“Ohmygod!” Jamal whisper shouted as he turned to his friends, “did just you see what I just saw?”

“Do you mean Y/N getting out of Spooky’s car or what they were doing before she got out?” Ruby asked.

“This is not good, oh no this is really not good. Do you think her brother knows?” Jamal asked in a high pitched voice.

“If her brother knew I doubt they’d be sneaking around,” Monse said before turning towards Cesar and asking “did you know about this?”

Cesar put his hands up “I had not idea! They barely talk whenever she’s at my place.” He said.

“You know it kind of makes sense that they don’t talk too much what with her brother being Sad Eyes, Spooky’s homie, they probably wouldn’t want to draw too much attention or have any rumors started.” Ruby said.

Jamal looked at the group, “So what are we going to do?” He asked.

“I’m going to go home and WE-” Monse replied, “-aren’t going to do or say anything about what we saw.” She looked pointedly at Jamal, “I mean it Jamal, nothing.”

“You know I don’t do well with secrets” Jamal whined as the group began walking again.

“All you have to do is avoid Y/N” Cesar said.

“And Spooky, and Sad Eyes, and probably any other Santo for good measure” Ruby said, laughing at his friend’s expense.

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“Hey where you been?” Your brother, Antonio, asked as you stepped into your house. He was sitting on the couch with a few other Santos, who looked over at you.

“Out” you replied as you slipped off your shoes.

“You know I don’t like you going out alone at night,” Antonio said, “It’s not safe.”

“Deja de preocuparte Tony, I’m fine.” You said and made your way down the hall to your room.

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Two days later.

The door to your room opened, Antonio come in and threw himself on your bed.

“Ew gross get off! You smell like weed!” You yelled at him, trying to shove him off of the bed but he resisted, rolling himself up in your blanket instead.

“You’re fucking annoying,” you said giving up trying get him off of your bed and going back to the text you had just received.

Antonio let out a laugh, knowing his presence was annoying you, he reached over and snatched your phone out of your hands, “who you texting?”

“Give it back Tony! You play too much” you made a grab for your phone, you weren’t sure what the text said but you knew you didn’t want him to see it, but you brother stood up holding the phone over your head. You hit him in the stomach, “I’m serious!”

“See you at the party tonight?” Antonio read the message off of your phone, he looked at you, all humor gone from his face. “What party? The Santo’s party? You told me you weren’t going?”

You crossed your arms, a scowl on your face, “well maybe I changed my mind. I didn’t know I had to run my decision by you. ” You said.

“You know you’re not supposed to be hanging around Los Santos without me knowing Y/N, its not safe.” he said through gritted teeth, “and who the fuck is asking you that? Is there some fool you running around town with?” He gestured to the contact name in your phone a simple heart emoji.

“It’s none of your business.” You said.

“The fuck its not! You ain’t gonna be running around these streets with some dude!” He yelled at you.

“Oh so you can run around and bring a different girl home all the time but with me it’s different?” You asked.

Antonio nodded his head and replied, “yes exactly.”

“I don’t really see what the big deal is, you were probably just going to drag me to the party any ways. You always do.” You said, shrugging your shoulders and hoping to divert his attention away from the text.

Antonio let out a sigh before handing you back your phone, “Fine you can go with me tonight, but you’re gonna show me who this guy is you’re trying to meet there.”

You just watched your brother walk out of the room, there was no way you could let your brother find out who your boyfriend was. Your phone chimed with a new message as you threw yourself onto your bed ‘you ignoring me now mamas?’ It read. You typed out a quick response confirming that you’d see him there then rushed to get ready.

You followed your brother through Spooky’s house and out to the back yard where the music grew louder and people stood around drinking.

“Aye keep up’ your brother said placing his arm around you shoulders to keep you close. You rolled your eyes, this was going to be a long night. Before you knew it you found yourself standing in a circle with several of your brother’s friends, his arm still keeping you stuck to his side. Your eyes scanned the yard looking for any of your friends. “Looking for tu novio?” Your brother asked.

“Nope, just anyone that can get me away from this boring ass conversation.” You said, rolling your eyes and trying to pull away from Antonio.

“Aye Sad Eyes, que onda compa?” A familiar voice interrupted the two of you, distracting your brother enough for you to take a few steps away from him. You brother turned to speak to Oscar.

Oscar nodded toward you, “sup Y/N? Aren’t you usually off dancing with your little friends?” He said.

You smiled softly at Oscar before glancing back at your brother, scowl back on your face you replied, “I would be but I’m being held hostage by this fool.”

Oscar let out a laugh, “hostage?” he asked Antonio.

“Man, she thinks she’s slick running around with some little secret novio.” He said, sucking on his teeth.

Oscar raised his eyebrow as he looked back at you, humor laced his voice as he asked, “A secret novio huh? What’s this guy like.”

You were saved from having to answer as a familiar face popped up, the person shoving past Oscar and hugging you, “Y/N!” Cesar said, his friends each hugging you after Cesar pulled away.

“Hey guys, how are you?” You asked. You were pretty close to the four high schoolers as you had spent a lot of time watching Cesar as he grew up. Whenever Oscar and your brother had to go on a run Oscar would bring Cesar over and you would take care of him. Soon enough it turned into the core four having sleepovers at your place.

“We need to talk” Jamal said, urgently pulling on your arm.

“Looks like I have more important things to do than stand around here.” You said, flipping off your brother and following the teenagers.

You came to a stop by a cooler full of beers and picked one up as you turned toward the group, “so what’s up?”

“What, oh nothing. We just couldn’t stand the awkwardness going on over there anymore.” Jamal said, gesturing to where Oscar and Antonio stood. A few girls had moved to join them and your brother seemed to have forgotten about you as he leaned down to talk to one of them. Oscar, on the other hand was staring right at you, a smirk on his full lips as his eyes wondered over your body before meeting your own. You glanced away feeling a blush rise in your cheeks.

“What awkwardness?” You said, confused that the teens would pick up on anything.

“Ok look I know we said we weren’t going to say anything, but you guys know I’m not good with secrets,” Jamal started, Monse tried to cover his mouth but he continued, “We saw you and Os-Spooky doing the humpity dumpity in his car the other night.”

Your smile dropped, a cold sweat taking over your body at his words, “what?’

“WE SAW YOU GUYS BUMPIN UGLIES, you know, taking a trip to pound town, you were letting him check your oil girl!” Jamal said before you were able to cover his mouth.

“Ok chill, shut up about it.” Your hand still covered the kid’s mouth, “now if I remove my hand are you going to keep quiet?”

Jamal nodded his head. Slowly you pulled your hand away and looked at the group, “Now, how did you guys even see that?”

Cesar rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “well, uh, we uh-”

“We were walking home and we saw you guys, and to be fair anyone could have walked outside and seen you guys I mean you weren’t even parked far from your house and I’m surprised no-one has found out about this considering how so not careful you two are being.” Ruby said.

You stared at him in shock, you had to admit he had a point but, “you guys can’t say anything about this. I mean it.” You said eyeing Jamal and that big mouth of his.

“You can trust us Y/N” Monse said.

You nodded and glanced back over at Oscar to find he was already looking at you. He nodded his head toward the house before breaking eye contact and walking toward the backdoor. You looked back at the teens, “I’ll be back” you said before quickly following in the direction Oscar had gone. You entered the house to find it was pretty empty. You made your way down the hall and opened the door to Oscar’s room. He was already there and he turned when he heard you enter.

“So tell me about this novio of yours.” He said laughing as you closed the door.

“Shut up, this is serious” you said, slapping his chest. He leaned down, arms wrapping around your waist, and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“It’ll be fine mamas” he mumbled against your lips.

“How can you be so sure?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your body closer to his.

Oscar began trailing small kisses along your jaw and down your neck before answering with, “because I am, now can we get back to this?”

You let out a giggle, “oh so is this all you wanted me for?” You asked.

Oscar stopped his movements and pulled back to look you in the eyes, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. His deep brown eyes staring into your own eyes. Finally he spoke, voice soft and low, “you know this is so much more right mamas? That you mean so fucking much to me? You know how much I love you Y/N?”

You smiled at him, bringing you hand up to cover his where it was on your cheek, “Yes I know that baby, I love you too Oscar.”

Seemingly satisfied with your response his hand slipped behind your neck, drawing you closer to him, his lips meeting yours in a kiss so passionate all of the stress of the idea of your brother finding out or the core four knowing about you and Oscar disappeared. Oscar brought his hands down to your ass giving it a squeeze before lifting you up and walking over to his bed. He laid you down, climbing between your legs, and began to trail kisses from your neck down the deep plunge of your top.

It was rare that you and Oscar found yourselves alone in a room and you two planned on making the most of it. Slowly, Oscar slid his hands up your shirt and pulled it over your head, discarding it somewhere across the room and stared at the newly exposed skin, his fingers traced along the lace of the bra that still covered your breasts before his thumb rubbed over your hardening nipple. Even through the fabric of your bra the sensation was enough to cause your back to arch up off of the bed, you breathing quickened as he continued to move his thumb in slow circles. you reached under your back and unclasped your bra, wanting to feel his hands on your bare skin. Oscar watched as you slid the straps down your arms until you fully removed your bra, exposing your breasts.

“Damn” Oscar said, voice deep with lust as his eyes roamed your body. He leaned down and placed light kisses across your chest before capturing your left nipple in his mouth and sucking, his hand expertly rubbing your right nipple. The sensation of his mouth and hands on you had your core heating up and you knew your panties were already soaked.

Oscar’s mouth left your nipple as he continued to trail kisses down your stomach to the top of your jeans. Slowly he unbuttoned them and hooked his fingers in your waistband, pulling your pants down your legs and making sure to take your panties with them.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” A familiar voice yelled.

Oscar’s movements stopped as the both of you looked towards the door to find your brother standing there, a furious expression on his quickly reddening face. You expected him to yell, to come charging at Oscar, but instead he just shook his head and slammed the door.

You and Oscar stared at each other before quickly getting up and throwing your clothes back on. Within seconds you were both out the door and rushing down the hallway and into the living room where a livid Sad Eyes was pacing the room.

“Tony it’s-“ you started to speak but stopped when his gaze met yours.

“What you wanna sit here and lie? Tell me I didn’t just see you two fucking?!” Tony yelled, getting in your face, “I didn’t realize my sister was a pinche Santo whore!”

“Aye watch it foo” Oscar said as he put himself between you and your brother. You always knew you would have to tell you brother eventually but this was not the way you had imagined things happening. Fear seized your heart at the idea of a fight breaking out. Both men, you knew, could hold their own but there was a reason people around Freeridge called Oscar Spooky and you knew things wouldn’t end well if it came to a fight.

“Oh what you stepping up now, Spooky” Tony taunted as he shoved Oscar, “you and my sister! My fucking sister man!”

Oscar’s jaw clenched, his hands in fists at his sides, “You need to remember who your fucking talking to” He said, shoving Tony back.

You quickly wrapped your hand around Oscar’s wrist, he stared down at your hand before meeting your eyes. His face softened as he stared into your worried eyes “no te preocupes mi amor.”

Your eyes shifted back over to your brother who looked more confused than angry at Oscar’s response to you. “Tony, this,” you said, pointing between you and Oscar, “this is real, I love him and we aren’t going to stop seeing each other. So you’re gonna have to get use to it.”

Tony rubbed a hand over his face then glanced between you and Oscar, he sighed in defeat “she’s my baby sister man.”

Oscar nodded his head, “I know” he replied.

“You better treat her right” Tony said and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as Oscar looked down at you,

“What were you even doing going into Oscar’s room?” You asked your brother.

“I was looking for you.”

You scrunched your face up in confusion, “but why would you look for me in Oscar’s room?”

“I was just checking the house because that foo said you were in here.” He said, pointing behind you.

You and Oscar turned to find Cesar, Monse, Ruby, and Jamal, who was nervously crouching behind Cesar, standing in the hallway staring.

“In my defense,” Jamal said, “I said that I wouldn’t check the house if I were you.”

You stared at him incredulously, “Jamal, one day you’re really going to have to learn how to keep that big mouth of yours shut.”

Next to you, Oscar started to laugh as he pulled you closer to him.

Tony cleared his throat, “I mean it compa, you better take are of her.” He said before walking out the front door.

“I plan to,” Oscar whispered in you ear, “why don’t we go finish what we started?” Before you could answer Oscar had picked you up and was carrying you back towards his bedroom. This is going to be an interesting new part to your relationship…

#spooky diaz #oscar diaz x reader #oscar spooky diaz #oscar diaz smut #oscar diaz #omb smut #sad eyes on my block #on my block imagine

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cappymightwrite · 3 years ago

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What draws you to incest ?

*sighs* Ok, here we go. I'm a real card carrying Jonsa now aren't I?

Anon, listen. I know this is an anti question that gets bandied about a lot, aimed at provoking, etc, when we all know no Jonsa is out here being all you know what, it really is the incest, and the incest alone, that draws me in. I mean, come on now. Grow up.

If I was "drawn" to incest I'd be a fan of Cersei x Jaime, Lucrezia x Cesare, hell Oedipus x Jocasta etc... but I haven't displayed any interest in them now, have I? So, huh, it can't be that.

Frankly, it's a derivitive question that is really missing the mark. I'm not "drawn" to it, though yeah, it is an unavoidable element of Jonsa. The real question you should be asking though, is what draws GRRM to it? Because he obviously is drawn to it, specifically what is termed the "incest motif" in academic and literary scholarship. That is a far more worthwhile avenue of thinking and questioning, compared with asking me. Luckily for you though anon, I sort of anticipated getting this kind of question so had something in my drafts on standby...

You really don't have to look far, or that deeply, to be hit over the head by the connection between GRRM's literary influences and the incest motif. I mean, let's start with the big cheese himself, Tolkein:

Tolkein + Quenta Silmarillion

We know for definite that GRRM has been influenced by Tolkein, and in The Silmarillion you notably have a case of unintentional incest in Quenta Silmarillion, where Túrin Turambar, under the power of a curse, unwittingly murders his friend, as well as marries and impregnates his sister, Nienor Níniel, who herself had lost her memory due to an enchantment.

Mr Tolkein, "what draws you to incest?"

Old Norse + Völsunga saga

Tolkein, as a professor of Anglo-Saxon, was hugely influenced by Old English and Old Norse literature. The story of the ring Andvaranaut, told in Völsunga saga, is strongly thought to have been a key influence behind The Lord of the Rings. Also featured within this legendary saga is the relationship between the twins Signy and Sigmund — at one point in the saga, Signy tricks her brother into sleeping with her, which produces a son, Sinfjotli, of pure Völsung blood, raised with the singular purpose of enacting vengence.

Anonymous Norse saga writer, "what draws you to incest?"

Medieval Literature as a whole

A lot is made of how "true" to the storied past ASOIAF is, how reflective it is of medieval society (and earlier), its power structures, its ideals and martial values etc. ASOIAF, however, is not attempting historical accuracy, and should not be read as such. Yet it is clearly drawing from a version of the past, as depicted in medieval romances and pre-Christian mythology for instance, as well as dusty tomes on warfare strategy. As noted by Elizabeth Archibald in her article Incest in Medieval Literature and Society (1989):

Of course the Middle Ages inherited and retold a number of incest stories from the classical world. Through Statius they knew Oedipus, through Ovid they knew the stories of Canace, Byblis, Myrrha and Phaedra. All these stories end more or less tragically: the main characters either die or suffer metamorphosis. Medieval readers also knew the classical tradition of incest as a polemical accusation,* for instance the charges against Caligula and Nero. – p. 2

The word "polemic" is connected to controversy, to debate and dispute, therefore these classical texts were exploring the incest motif in order to create discussion on a controversial topic. In a way, your question of "what draws you to incest?" has a whiff of polemical accusation to it, but as I stated, you're missing the bigger question.

Moving back to the Middle Ages, however, it is interesting that we do see a trend of more incest stories appearing within new narratives between the 11th and 13th centuries, according to Archibald:

The texts I am thinking of include the legend of Judas, which makes him commit patricide and then incest before betraying Christ; the legend of Gregorius, product of sibling incest who marries his own mother, but after years of rigorous penance finally becomes a much respected pope; the legend of St Albanus, product of father-daughter incest, who marries his mother, does penance with both his parents but kills them when they relapse into sin, and after further penance dies a holy man; the exemplary stories about women who sleep with their sons, and bear children (whom they sometimes kill), but refuse to confess until the Virgin intervenes to save them; the legends of the incestuous begetting of Roland by Charlemagne and of Mordred by Arthur; and finally the Incestuous Father romances about calumniated wives, which resemble Chaucer's Man of Law's Tale except that the heroine's adventures begin when she runs away from home to escape her father's unwelcome advances. – p. 2

I mean... that last bit sounds eerily quite close to what we have going on with Petyr Baelish and Sansa Stark. But I digress. What I'm trying to say is that from a medieval and classical standpoint... GRRM is not unique in his exploration of the incest motif, far from it.

Sophocles, Ovid, Hartmann von Aue, Thomas Malory, etc., "what draws you to incest?"

Faulkner + The Sound and the Fury, and more!

Moving on to more modern influences though, when talking about the writing ethos at the heart of his work, GRRM has famously quoted William Faulker:

His mantra has always been William Faulkner’s comment in his Nobel prize acceptance speech, that only the “human heart in conflict with itself… is worth writing about”. [source]

I’ve never read any Faulker, so I did just a quick search on “Faulkner and incest” and I pulled up this article on JSTOR, called Faulkner and the Politics of Incest (1998). Apparently, Faulkner explores the incest motif in at least five novels, therefore it was enough of a distinctive theme in his work to warrant academic analysis. In this journal article, Karl F. Zender notes that:

[...] incest for Faulkner always remains tragic [...] – p. 746

Ah, we can see a bit of running theme here, can't we? But obviously, GRRM (one would hope) doesn’t just appreciate Faulkner’s writing for his extensive exploration of incest. This quote possibly sums up the potential artistic crossover between the two:

Beyond each level of achieved empathy in Faulkner's fiction stands a further level of exclusion and marginalization. – pp. 759–60

To me, the above parallels somewhat GRRM’s own interest in outcasts, in personal struggle (which incest also fits into):

I am attracted to bastards, cripples and broken things as is reflected in the book. Outcasts, second-class citizens for whatever reason. There’s more drama in characters like that, more to struggle with. [source]

Interestingly, however, this essay on Faulkner also connects his interest in the incest motif with the romantic poets, such as Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron:

As Peter Thorslev says in an important study of romantic representations of incest, " [p]arent-child incest is universally condemned in Romantic literature...; sibling incest, on the other hand, is invariably made sympathetic, is sometimes exonerated, and, in Byron's and Shelley's works, is definitely idealized.” – p. 741

Faulkner, "what draws you to incest?" ... I mean, that article gives some good explanations, actually.

Lord Byron, Manfred + The Bride of Abydos

Which brings us onto GRRM interest in the Romantics:

I was always intensely Romantic, even when I was too young to understand what that meant. But Romanticism has its dark side, as any Romantic soon discovers... which is where the melancholy comes in, I suppose. I don't know if this is a matter of artistic influences so much as it is of temperament. But there's always been something in a twilight that moves me, and a sunset speaks to me in a way that no sunrise ever has. [source]

I'm already in the process of writing a long meta about the influence of Lord Byron in ASOIAF, specifically examining this quote by GRRM:

The character I’m probably most like in real life is Samwell Tarly. Good old Sam. And the character I’d want to be? Well who wouldn’t want to be Jon Snow — the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love. Theon [Greyjoy] is the one I’d fear becoming. Theon wants to be Jon Snow, but he can’t do it. He keeps making the wrong decisions. He keeps giving into his own selfish, worst impulses. [source]

Lord Byron, "what draws you to—", oh, um, right. Nevermind.

I'm not going to repeat myself here, but it's worth noting that there is a clear through line between GRRM and the Romantic writers, besides perhaps melancholic "temperament"... and it's incest.

But look, is choosing to explore the incest motif...well, a choice? Yeah, and an uncomfortable one at that, but it’s obvious that that is what GRRM is doing. I think it’s frankly a bit naive of some people to argue that GRRM would never do Jonsa because it’s pseudo-incest and therefore morally repugnant, no ifs, no buts. I’m sorry, as icky as it may be to our modern eyes, GRRM has set the president for it in his writing with the Targaryens and the Lannister twins.

The difference with them is that they knowingly commit incest, basing it in their own sense of exceptionalism, and there are/will be bad consequences — this arguably parallels the medieval narratives in which incest always ends badly, unless some kind of real penance is involved. For Jon and Sansa, however, the Jonsa argument is that they will choose not to commit incest, despite a confused attraction, and then will be rewarded in the narrative through the parentage reveal, a la Byron’s The Bride of Abydos. The Targaryens and Lannisters, in several ways excluding the incest (geez the amount of times I’ve written incest in this post), are foils for the Starks, and in particular, Jon and Sansa. Exploring the incest motif has been on the cards since the very beginning — just look at that infamous "original" outline — regardless of whether we personally consider that an interesting writing choice, or a morally inexcusable one.

Word of advice, or rather, warning... don't think you can catch me out with these kinds of questions. I have access to a university database, so if I feel like procrastinating my real academic work, I can and will pull out highly researched articles to school you, lmao.

But you know, thanks for the ask anyway, I guess.

#cappy's thoughts #I'm still on my break/hiatus #i just had some of this already written #jonsa #jon x sansa #anti bs #grrm and medieval literature #grrm and william faulkner #grrm and the romantics #grrm and tolkein #grrm and old norse literature #grrm and his literary influences #was this petty lmao?

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Vines that Bind

pairing: prince/royal! oikawa x sorcerer!reader

prompt inspiration

word count: 6k

rating: 17+ for suggestive content//OTF & Hanamaki T Fluff [[HTF]]

warnings: seijoh 4 described as knight, apothecary, prince, & cleric//scars, scarring// abandonment at an early age (oc, naran)

Outrage is the word of the day apparently. A royal is called forward by his father into his advisory court. The queen mother is away tending to her ailing sister this year, but considering this was a ‘needs to know’ case. A few knights who were read into the meeting details were charged with bringing the heir apparent to the chambers. Of course, his father sits at the helm explaining an invasion tactic he was known for. A problem learned and adapted by Cesar himself. There is a taboo subject that no one is willingly jumping toward, however it is plausible for those who are more logical thinkers to not catch the clues laid in front of the various maps. Five kingdoms which borders the outskirts of a mighty forest and bog area do not interfere with the happenings there, but when the prince walks by, his eyebrows raise since he had viewed it upside down. The king swings his arms like a child boisterous about his new treasure.

“Boy, listen to me,” his father grips his son’s shoulders. “This forest here is where I first encountered a game of my own fancy. The knights and gameskeeper I had a terrific time trying to locate the owners of this land; it eventually became an annual skills test among our neighbors under the guise of founding the lands which eventually developed into the kingdom.”

“We already know this father,” the son proclaims, glancing back at the map. He sees the angle and now a supposed path makes itself known just to him, so he tries to memorize the path the best he can. “So what do you propose I do?”

The old man laughs heartily as do some of the higher ranking knights stating that in three days' time, his son is tasked with an exploration detail comprising three people: an apothecary, a clerical healer, his knight in arms, and well, himself.

“Small and efficient,” the son says when he kneels in front of the king at the next court proper when his mother had sent word of her return.

“Indeed,” the king’s adviser whispers something into his father’s ear before nodding. “I shall allow it, but wait until your mother returns so she may send you off with an embrace.”

“Hai,” the son stands and bows. He blends into the background after the official announcement has been made, a ton of women flock to the bachelor’s side praising him in illustrious wonder. The prince thinks about bedding which one and in order too, but alas his knight and charge guard escorts him elsewhere away from the girls who frown.

“You know better than to be fucked right before a battle,” the captain scolds.

“Aww, c’mon, at least I remember to show up to the sparring grounds,” the prince jokes. “‘Sides, I already have my father's blessing to go on this campaign, what more do I need?”

“A brain,” the lieutenant says, joining them before snickering with the captain. The prince pouts before the trio chooses to play a party game.

His mother had come home to a man and a father before her boy left for this expedition. She cups her son’s face and bids his good luck. Later on, once the prince had retired to his chambers, the queen mother storms back and forth crossing the bed where her husband lays upon.

“You’re mad sending the heir into that place,” she is apprehensive. “You know my brother and father had lost their lives protecting your foolish father.”

“Darling,” the king sighs. “The boy needs to learn to take risks if he were to be king.”

“Risk his life? For a mad king so close to losing his mind?”

“No. Not for me.”

The gears in the queen mother’s head come to a grinding halt. Of all nineteen years her son had walked amongst this earth, she gives her husband a rightful slap saying it’s incredibly naive to think their son would have blindly gone on an expedition to find love. Well, if it’s any indication of what the king had proposed, this was indeed a mad task indeed to teach his son about the meaning of sacrifice.

“You worry too much, come wife,” he tries to be sweet to her.

“I am the heir’s mother, of course I worry…”

Day 2 of the Prince’s Journey:

During a routine stop, the horses were brought to a stream by a thicket. The prince was enjoying an apple he had plucked from a tree earlier that morning while going over the plans of the surveyed areas thus far. The trip is supposed to take ten days. Four of which were meant for travel. The other six, much like what he had begun to do, was for research purposes. The apothecary took samples from plants and other berries that grew around them. Eventually as the sun moved across the sky, the knight who had traversed these parts before last hunting season makes it a point to say they ought to make it to the next checkpoint where a clearing was conveniently located. A five hour ride has the men chase nightfall and only stop a few stones throw away from the clearing. The prince is told to stand aside until the knights with him have deemed it safe several moments later. Once the fire and meat stew had been eaten, the tarps are lain down and the young men talked about their aspirations all because one prince was curious to learn about his company a bit more.

“And you, your highness?” the apothecary’s gruff voice cuts through the chuckles. “What tales do you have about women sneaking out of your quarters?”

“A kitchen maid said she found you in a state of undress just last week,” the cleric blushed at the comment he made.

“How would you know?” the prince sits up aghast.

“Confession is still a rite I tend to, prince.”

He laughs and the prince, blushing profusely, says his good nights. True, the kitchen aid did catch him in a state of undress, but it was because he had thought it was the tailor who was scheduled to arrive promptly after breakfast.

Day 4.5 further north:

Perhaps his forefathers were wrong to tamper with this veil of vines. A volcanic like area filled with graying ash and hardened earth from eons ago has some signs of vibrant plant life. The apothecary consults his books, the cleric, his texts. High above the four birds flap their wings in the desolate land.

“I do not like this,” the knight says. “We could be ambushed at any moment.”

A stone is picked up by the winds and is heard tumbling away. It is enough for the Prince’s horse to be quite disturbed, though the beat calms down thanks to its rider.

“Do you think we are being watched?” The young man asks his guard.

“Perhaps it's best we keep moving,” the knight states.

An arrow this time is heard whistling through the arid landscape seconds later. It does not injure anyone, but the horses buck and whinny and none of the riders can quell their distress.

“Did anyone see where it came from?” the prince quickly regains his mind for a moment. Anything could happen here, they could die and no one would know what had transpired; blaming circular paths meant to lose feeble minded enemies thus making them lost wandering souls for eternity.

“I did,” a voice soothing as the sea makes its owner's presence known. Cloaked in a peculiar shade of blood orange, their face remains hidden as their hand picks up the arrow. As if raised by dancers, the stranger moves their hand to manifest a glass bow and thus the archer sends the arrow back to its sender.

“You should run now princeling,” the orange cloaked figure warns the trespassers, patting the horses’ neck. One does bray before galloping past, carrying the knight further East, the others follow.

The figure retreats sits atop the hardened volcanic stone, angry their apparent dumb luck had given the company enough proof the forest is alive. Sighing they depart wondering how they’re going to explain to you, a founder, a prince might have seen them in the volcano.

“Sire, Naran came back,” an older woman stated. She was the head housekeeper of your estate and though she finally had come to terms with you wearing comfortable attire, the robe did little to hide your curves.

“What news do they have about the riders?” You inquire.

Naran is seen pulling back their hood. A large raven is perched on the sill as you expectantly listen to your scout’s story.

“The princeling donned ice blue, the knight’s sigil a flower from the desert, an apothecary was with them as was a man of the cloth,” the orange fabric kneels as they recounted more about the exchange.

“I see,” your eyes scan the room. “And tell me, did you lead them here? Can you be sure of that?”

“Yes, your eminence. I did.”

“Good. Well, you heard Naran,” you make a circle in the air with your fingers. “Time to have some fun with these invaders.”

The housekeeper just smiles and nods as she and Naran exit together to spread word of the most elaborate game to be had. No one has come this close to reaching this oasis in the forest in nearly a century, so of course it was a welcome change to the rather hidden kingdom.

Galloping horses eventually do run out of stamina, be it as it may, the knight’s horse had driven them way off course. The prince grabs hold of his friend’s reins to have the horse stop all together. The cleric and apothecary are not far behind.

“The hell just happened captain?” The prince is highly displeased at almost losing a friend and though he doesn’t say it, the knight knows his prince like a brother.

“We got bested by a cloaked hunter,” the cleric suggests. The apothecary shakes his head.

“We didn’t get bested,” the apothecary reasons. Their prince, still holding the reins in one hand, returns them back to the rightful owner after more nonsense is spewed.

“Doesn’t matter now,” the prince sighs, rubbing his temple. “We’re too far off course for the maps to be useful. Any suggestions on navigating us back to the clearing?”

Hours left in the day were spent either making marks in trees or collecting any other signs of valuable life but with evening approaching, the four men drew stems to deal with the order of keeping watch.

“What are you lot doing?” a familiar voice startles them all. An orange fabric weaves past the knight. They grab his chin much like a lover would, shaking his head this way and that to see if any injuries had made itself seen. “Aw, why the long faces? I didn’t mean to get you lost, honest.”

“And you make a fool out of a trained guard, are you happy now?” the apothecary speaks up.

“No, he’s not really my type, medicine man,” the fifth person states. “But you might be.”

The prince chuckles.

“Oh, right,” a rolled scroll with a wax seal none of them recognize is pulled from the cloak’s sleeve. “My master comes with a message: glad tidings to you all. I am sending you my most formidable baron to guide you back to our lands. From what I understand this was an error in my judgment, but since you come from afar, I shall hope you will accept an offer of lodging? Have Naran here show you the way. We can discuss routes for you to return when you arrive.”

The sporting crown the royal wears is adjusted by his hands before shrugging his shoulders making a comment about how much more lost can they become? The cleric sides with the knight in terms of thinking it could be a trap, but if it were, the apothecary surmises they would have already been dead; Naran arches an eyebrow them all saying they were a weird bunch saying your name by accident.

“Who is ‘yn?’” The prince pressures Naran to describe their master as one who is refined, but a bit crass when it comes to speaking with handsome strangers.

“Ever heard the phrase, flattery gets you nowhere?” the prince’s sarcasm makes the lot laugh, Naran included.

“So, are you with me or not?” Naran stifles their laughter just as quickly as the others do.

Meanwhile you have two of your maids and one butler in your office choosing a casual outfit to wear in the court to welcome your guests. Your hair is loosely tied when a raven flies to its perch cawing affectionately as your servants try to spruce your features a bit. Surely you were handsome and beautiful to some, but alas a facial scar from a childhood accident seemed to have been a convincing reason to not keep a lover for long. You’re used to spending such time alone, much to the dismay of the advisors in your care. Alas, you too were lacking in a lesson on love, so maybe listening to Naran pitch this plan on a night when you weren’t really listening, you blindly agree. Now you’re stuck making amends to a pretty powerful bunch of players in a kingdom who at one point, had been obsessed in conquering this land.

The herald announces the arrival of Naran as you enter the throne room. You stand behind a wooden chair when Naran speaks your name clear as day.

“Hello Naran,” your voice is solid like iron, but when the others with your scout bow as they were taught, you tell them to relax and stand as they please. Naran steps aside as you settle in your chair, curious as to why the lads stare at your physique. Then you recall who was in charge of your wardrobe this hour and you curse them out in your head. Naran knows you hate dressing up in fanciful attire if it is not necessary, but seeing you in your family’s regalia made you seem a bit rigid. You and your scout exchange a series of phrases with just your eyes before you blink past Naran’s shoulder. They whisper the titles of the men visiting and out of keeping civility, you ask their identities aloud. “Who are your friends?”

The men take turns, first starting with the cleric, Mattsukawa, the apothecary, Hanamaki, the knight, Iwazumi, and lastly the prince who just coyly keeps his family’s name out of your ears.

“It has been quite some time since we received company from Seijoh,” you tilt your head to one side. “Last time we did, I probably met your nanny boy.”

Naran chuckles at your joke, saying you must be exhausted from using your energy to uphold the secrets of this ancient place. You remind your scout they are friends regardless of who had sent them here.

“My father,” the prince blurts out.

“Hmm?” You raise a hand to stop anyone else from speaking. “Go on princeling. Explain your answer.”

He readjusts his stance, wondering how to approach this problem without so much as causing more offense toward you or your people for that matter.

“It was a test,” he balls his hands into fists. They rest on either side of his torso by his pants pockets. “An old practice to teach the heir apparent the value of—”

“Combat, knowledge, religion, country, and correct me if I’m wrong,” You rise out of your chair and lock eyes with the young man not much older than you. “Love?”

Naran sits at the top of the stairs where you stand in front pondering what to say next, but alas you instead dismiss the others in the room not visible to everyone else until they move.

“What an interesting ruler you’ll make,” you observe. “Naran, I’m sure these travelers have had much excitement for one day. Have Aoi show them to their room. You stay a while longer there, prince. Don’t worry guard, he’ll join you soon. I just wanted to converse more. Is that a crime?”

“If you kill him it is,” Naran teased.

“I will do no such thing,” you say matter of fact. “He reminds me of my first friend outside these walls: back then he was a prince too. I’m glad I met his grandson though.”

As you were left alone, you let him guess what you are. He named monsters from the musical to the divine. You tell him he is half right.

“An Immortal?”

“To a degree, sir. I came to be when magic was dying, the enchanted ones were driven out not only your kingdom, but the allies you have as well. Those who had many family afflictions cured by my kind chose to leave and live here too in case their children or children’s children developed any newer ailments.”

“And yet you’ve seen them born and die?”

You nod. “Life and death are a part of being mortal.”

“May I ask something?”

You can tell he is thinking of way to not come across as rude when he asks the former.

“Hmm?”

“Who gifted this to you? This title? This land?”

Watching your expression go through complex emotions, you bite your bottom lip when you lean back.

“I won’t judge your answer,” he whispers.

You make it a point to say that he might, but he keeps an open mind. Maybe an open heart too if you were to ask the butler in the room (old man had heard this story before even as a child when you told him the same answer).

“No one. I found it myself. The land was sad so I helped it grow, people joined me, then they just started calling me King. I don’t know what to tell you.”

The prince holds your hand saying it’s alright; he apologizes for prying, but he was curious as to how you maintained tranquility. Your response makes his heart flutter a bit: “because spent being angry is pointless in the long run. time spent learning about the accuser and the accused softens the punishment, don’t you agree?”

Both of you talk for a little while longer until he attempts to stifle his exhausted expression more. You make a sign for one of the butlers tending to a rip in the curtain wall behind where the prince and you chat on the grand staircase, your throne abandoned, to escort the prince to the room the others were in.

Contrary to popular belief, but much to the relief of the other men, the room was quite large. It was a suite with enough material accommodations for them. There were spare tunics, silken rags to bathe and dry themselves with, refreshments born from the gardens under their balcony. Honestly, having your cousin’s room facing the gardens be kept clean on a constant basis had paid off. When the prince returns the others are fast asleep. The fire still burns its embers while he finds a seat on the nearest chair and there he finds sleep.

The morning star wakes him with a blinding purpose. There are notes from his men saying breakfast was delayed since even Naran had some trouble waking their host. The prince laughs quietly to himself reflecting on the conversation he held with you. Conversation with you is easy, his thoughts wander around how effortless it was to be himself. You weren’t some unchecked ruler, no. You had your own ideas you abide by, and you obtained peace as best you could—you tried to cure ailments of your subjects' children when they first settled in this realm. You truly were an altruistic person. Maybe you were meant to be found, neither by his grandfather nor his father, he muses as he picks up the tunic and slips it over his body. Shaking his head with a short chortle, he fastens his crown on his head and asks the staff to point him in the direction of the dining hall. As he walks there, the reality sets in as he remembers today is the day they are scheduled to make their way back home.

Although you were the last to arrive ten minutes later, you apologize for not being punctual hence your rushed attire. A ribbon in your hair is twisted down and behind an ear. Today, you look a bit like a warrior, though you did explain you have a sparring session with Naran later.

“Great with a bow, but yn’s more skilled with a blade,” Naran blows you a kiss. You share the same look of disgust as the man on your left, the knight. Although, in an odd turn, you see the apothecary and cleric flirt with Naran in front of the cut fruits on the table. Silly shapes and all, Naran says the apothecary intrigues them with talks of visions being had by a specific fungus called “mushroom.”

You nearly choke on your laughter when the prince scolds his men, who just laugh it off.

“Naran, did you have some before coming here?” you asked in between wiping your tears from laughing too hard.

“Nope, but they’re in my room,” they reply.

“Is there an antidote?” you turn to apothecary who says it’s best to let the affects runs its course. “Listen here you Puck, Naran is already who they are, it might be best to take those back and give them something a bit more…how do I say this?”

“Pointy,” Naran offers, mentioning they are an archer by trade.

“Or why not give the ones that don’t produce hallucinations?” The knight offers a strict, but fair compromise.

“Very well,” Naran pouts. The apothecary nods approvingly.

“You, cleric,” you put down your bread before handing it to him. “Care to lead the meal with a sense of grace? I’m sure you can tell we aren’t tied to one faith.”

Suffice to say breakfast was quite an interesting hour. You send word to the stablehand to ready their horses not long after.

“You have quite a journey ahead of you,” you explain.

The others understably agree as they go to pack their things. The satchels they had were replenished and also additional sacks with various proof of their exploration here make their way into those.

Naran makes a generous offer to ride with them when they are outside the initial gates of your estate, “only if my master rides alongside us.”

Though the others think Naran is good enough, you concede and concur, mentioning it’s been a good while since you rode. Naran fetches the orange coat while a maid brings you your riding cape. The other two additional steeds are brought round, along with the raven from your room.

“Aramis,” you nod to the bird who flies ahead just as you mount your horse. “Go tell your brothers to grant us safe travels.”

“The sigil of our people,” Naran explains as the bird takes flight high above, cawing out to its family.

The knight leads the way and you fall

In line with the others. Naran does a final once over before picking up the reins.

Upon arriving to the clearing from before, the horses fall into a steady trot. Naran tells jokes that even make the cleric blush. You’re curious if perhaps the peaceful days of the past are circling back; you keep the thought buried in the corners of your mind. The knight and his prince went to go procure a boar for tonight’s roast, you were busy setting up camp and instructing the apothecary to find decent herbs: “take naran with you, they know the ones that would not kill you.”

A few beats of silence follows after their abrupt departure. You’re left with the cleric, it was time for a high holy discussion.

“Mattsukawa,” you drop the formalities along with the octave in your voice. You sound monotonous as the stilling air around the field. He hums post arranging the stones for the roasting spot before giving you his undivided attention.

“Tell me the truth: does his Majesty, the king, truly believe in making his son learn these lessons regardless of the consequences?”

“…perhaps,” the man resides. He studies your movements, weary of the nature of the sudden change in your rather fluid demeanor. “Why do you ask?”

“Because of those the princeling rides with, you are weary of me and Naran.”

“Wouldn’t you be if you were us?”

“No.”

“How peculiar. Tell me are all your subjects this naive?”

“Just the ones that are shy of turning a century.”

It takes a second for the cleric’s face to morph into a mysterious mix of confusion, wonder, and awe.

“Magic is dying,” you explain with a fond smile. “My subjects’ kin are finding homes in the surrounding kingdoms though they know they are welcomed back to keep up appearances with old friends. Naran hasn’t left though they dream of exploring the world outside these lands the staff in the estate choose to stay because it is tradition, though I tell them I’ll be fine on my own.”

“But…?”

“I don’t want them to love their lives for the sole purpose of keeping a half-immortal company,” you cross your arms over your chest. “So, what do you recommend, holy man?”

He instructs you to sit down as he gives you the clerical answer versus his opinion. Five minutes is dedicated to each and essentially you take the core lesson of one and the message of the other to yield your answer: “do what makes you stand with pride.”

“You are wise,” you hide your laughter with, hand over your mouth.

“Thank you,” he replies, taking a short walk to relieve himself in a thicket out of your line of sight. Only to be caught by the knight and the heir apparent. The young men whistle and catcall the already embarrassed cleric who in turn waves a hand exposing an offensive finger at them. You hear the commotion only to join in the ruckus of the other two; Naran eventually comes back with the apothecary carrying several herbs and berries. The slain boar was substituted for a stag instead. You ask Naran for their dagger and you begin to clean the animal. Naran watches before they join in skinning the carcass and finally rubbing the herbs and spices on the outside. The organs were tossed out all but the heart and the brain for a rite of thanks led by the scout who recites it in the ancient language of your people.

You clap your hands over the stone ring and the brush and debris there spat and hissed until the first red flower blossomed into a mighty ivory and sapphire flame.

“Sorcery? You can do that?” the prince stares mystified at you. If he was falling in love, he doesn’t let it bubble to the surface at all; rather, he coughs into his hand when you lean in a bit only to have him repeat his previous statement.

“My lord, haven’t you heard?” Your voice hides the ghosts of your ancestors with such ease. “Sorcery had been outlawed for centuries. You have your forefathers to thank for that.”

“If I offended you, I’m sorry,” he whispers, clasping your shoulders.

“Sorry isn’t going to bring back our loved ones from the gallows or the guillotine,” you explain. “But kindness amongst strangers is a good place to start.”

“Prince Oikawa is not quite well read in knowing his family’s history,” the knight speaks. “There is an age restriction on his history lessons until his formal announcement as ‘heir apparent.’”

“You could ask either of us any time,” Naran says, attempting to soothe any other wounds. “YN isn’t the only one who lost people.”

Naran’s stiff smile matched your dropping shoulder when you went to rotate the stick where the legs of the stag were bound.

“Then are you two orphans?” the apothecary inquires much to the dismay of his brethren. The others apologize for his bluntness, but you rub off the paste your maids placed in your face revealing the harsh scar on a rather pristine face.

“Abandoned and left for dead,” you said. “Mountain cats are quite strong, but I’m quicker.”

You pretend you don’t hear the gasp the prince elicits; it’s not his fault. Truly, he knew of the scars that can happen in battle, his uncles had told him once, even his own father had a few from winning the affections of his mother when the pair were younger. His dark candied eyes were taught not to stare at the deformity, but if his subconscious were to speak his mind, it would say something foolish like, ‘you’re very brave, showing your real face to us,’ or, ‘you’re still thousands of souls prettier than the last one to share my bed was.’ This was dangerous territory for the prince’s heart to be in, even the knight, his appointed best friend since boyhood glances from one royal to the other, residing his opinions to himself for who is he to stand in the way of how they are magnetically linked.

“And you?” the knight asks instead, looking past Naran’s shoulder when they spot a familiar blooming bush in the distance.

“Sold for bread after my father couldn’t pay his gambling debts,” Naran laughs. “Silly man thought my life was cheaper than wheat. Does that surprise you?”

The young men shake their heads, but the apothecary speaks up before grabbing Naran’s hand: “he shouldn’t have wagered something so priceless.”

“Hanamaki, you forget people are greedy for the smallest things,” Naran scoffs. “As long as my siblings were fed, what our father did can only be forgiven once he arrives in the afterlife.”

“So, don’t give us your pity,” you stand up straighter now after rotating the stick once more. “We’re a little too familiar with each other; we might as well be extended family—thrice removed.”

This comment makes the cleric laugh a bit and the knight stares at you in bewilderment. You touch your cheek a bit saying you think you had an aunt who might have fallen into the matriarchal role in the knight’s heritage. “She had skin kissed by the sun gods themselves and eyes the color of the stems, so yes, totally plausible, Honorable Iwazumi.”

Erupting in a fit of chuckles, you let the underside of the beast cook a little longer. The herbs that were gathered started to waft through the air whetting the pallets of the riders finding solace in one another. More stories were told about each other, like the time when the knight was but a squire and he had been tasked with not losing the prince in the night market in fear he’d be abducted into a harem– The fire spits and sputters as a few droplets of the venison’s fat drops into the hearth. You relinquish the cooking of the beast to the men who have slain it, making it a point you haven’t learned to properly cook that particular meat yet. The cleric whom you exchanged words with sits with you on a medium sized boulder after tending to the resting horses a few paces away.

“You didn’t have to go that far,” he bows his head. His hands want to steady your trembling ones.

“Yes I did,” you study your riding boots for a moment. “I don’t want him to return back home without a lesson in learning to differentiate between fascination and love.”

“You fear the future king loves you?”

When you don’t say anything, the cleric pats the back of your hand resting on your knee.

“Give him time to sort it out. He’ll be asking more important queries of the scholars and his tutors when he arrives home,” is all the holy man says with a gentle squeeze of your fingers. “But if he would quit staring daggers into my chest, I would have no problem taking you in if you ever need an out, gorgeous.”

He stands, bows his head respectfully, and then walks back to the group. A cleric, who has taken his vows in learning a plethora of rites, has come to comfort you and how your heart races because when you return to the hearth, you see what those storybooks reveal in time: the look of a man in love is light chasing fireflies in the night; his face will be aglow with admiration for his love to endure throughout time. And it was that night you decided to turn a blind eye to what would transpire.

After you had said your evening salutations and ate your fillings, you informed Naran that they should go to bed soon. Well, you did mention to make it count, so the young scout decides with a small smile turning round to face the already sleeping apothecary, a rather intimate sleeping arrangement.

“Just don’t be too loud,” you warn before seeing your best friend skip off into the night. The quarters of the way there, they turn around to tackle you with a hug whispering for you to secure your happiness. You watch as Naran eventually wakes Hanamaki with a start, only for him to welcome their presence.

“You’re staring,” a voice startles you and you jump back. Though you are prepared to trip on a branch, you realize it’s not one at all, however the owner of the voice which had startled you steadies you with his arms wrapping around your middle for balance. Closing your eyes in a half-wince, you see a flash of bronze atop a set of dessert-inspired hair.

“Didn’t mean to give you a fright,” he chortles. “Honestly, I thought you heard me through the trees.”

The prince sets you back upright with an embarrassed expression. Both of you attempt, poorly mind you, to look elsewhere. Your hair is a bit disheveled hiding the scars from the claws of your past, but when quaint and quiet, ‘may i?’ is heard from the gentleman on your side, you do not stop his hand from turning your chin to face him. Your eyes have trouble focusing with how close he is leaning over you. He is curious in the way his fingers gingerly trace over the lines on your face, but he does take care to tread lightly until the ministrations subside minutes later.

“You’re staring,” your lips downturn until they pout at him.

“You’re worth my undivided attention,” he smiles when his forehead touches yours.

“If you don’t move first, I might have to be bold,” your lips hover over his cupid’s bow, sliding your hands up to feel the fabric of his gifted clothing.

“You can tease me,” breathing the same air with you is driving his heart mad. Mad enough for him to press his lips against yours. His other hand slides to the side of your head, brushing strands behind your ear. The one that had traced your scars moves further southward, tugging your waist forward. Your hands themselves tug on his tunic, for him to stay in place. You can feel his pursed lips curve higher into a smile and you reciprocate almost immediately.

“Say you’ll be mine,” he presses kisses between your facial features when he grants you a moment to breathe. Peppering kisses down your neck, he asks you again, the words fan across your pulse point when you hear yourself give him a disillusioned answer.

“Mmhm,” his lips stop bruising the space below your ear and neck for a moment as he lifts his head to take a peek at the blush the moon highlights for you both. You don’t even have the heart nor the willpower to tell him you can’t leave the forest when he reaches the border of his kingdom where he first entered. Naran can’t either, you realize, so you lie again.

“I’ll be yours if you’ll have me,” you return his affections, eager to enjoy his company. I’ll be yours so long as you tell me you love me.

“Then hold on to me,” his voice uplifts your spirits as he does pick you up in a swift motion, causing you to do just that. Twirling you around his forehead teases your temples with a warmth which resides in your souls. It goes without saying, tomorrow’s light will bring heartbreak most foul. And when it does, the prince chooses his heart over his station much to the surprise of the butler who guides him to the solarium.

“Is the tea rea—Tooru?” you stand abruptly, knocking the chair completely backwards, when you round your desk.

“Yes,” he pats down his hair.

“You’re late,” you state, cupping his face.

“Five years, five or take.”

“Blink of an eye for me.”

His laughter is more mature, his features more angular. You make a snide remark about his hair being cut when you remove your hands from his face and place them on either shoulder.

“You don’t hate it?” his lips jut into a feign pout.

“No, I don’t,” you shake your head. His arms wrap around your waist bringing you a half step closer.

“I know this is delayed, but I think you deserve a break,” he has a mischievous need to satisfy a different fire this time. You dismiss the servants for the day until nightfall.

When the head of housekeeping passes by the solarium, the older governess blushes profusely when she hears your voice cry out a name everyone ought to get used to hearing.

And as for Naran and the apothecary Hanamaki? They did always mention they wanted to build a business together at the marketplace selling rare flowers as basis for healing salves. Eventually the cleric too joins them in blessing the herbs they create with a new science called alchemy; Iwazumi gives himself another year of training the newly knighted men before permanently retiring in the estate where his best friends are busy preparing for a union ceremony.

#royalty au!#haikyuu fluff #sora after hours #sorcerer!reader x prince!oikawa

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pastelmumu · 2 years ago

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can i request yandere alt cesar x mark's sibling reader where they are morning over his death and decides to visit cesar to find out he is a alternate? romantic

Ever Since you brother Mark died, you've been not functioning at all, in fact you've been mourning over this death ever since. Your older sister Sarah has been comforting you since you were close to him, you blame Thatcher Davis for not helping Mark when he needed it.

You wanted to visit Cesar for a while; so you out some clothes on and decided to visit him so you can clam yourself, you knew Cesar for his kind personality and how soft he speaks. You wanted to spark a relationship with him for a while, went on a few dates but you guys never made it official.

As you drove to Cesar's house you decided to give him a call; you looked for him in you contacts and pressed his name, as the phone rang you tried to focus on the road, but you failed to notice the tall shadowy figure in the distance, as you drove past it they decided to follow you, you parked near the other side of the road.

"What....why isnt he picking up?" You asked yourself as the phone went to voicemail, you sighed and put the phone in your pocket as you walked to the other side, again failing to see a figure climbing through the window.

As you reached Cesar's door you heard footsteps; you looked around as the wind forcefully pushed you side to side, you then knocked on his door feeling tense, the door then opened and a hand dragged you in, silencing your screams.

As you closed your eyes shut, you feel the alternate hands squeeze your thighs, feeling uncomfortable you smacked the alternate in the face, determined to get revenge you grabbed a vase nearby, then you felt a hand grab your wrist, you then felt something hit you head, knocking you to the ground, you then tried kicking it in the leg, but they moved and you split your toes open by kicking the door frame.

You then looked and saw Cesar, "C-Cesar....?" You were horrified as he hugged you with a sadistic smile; "I finally got you..." you tried scratching his arms to make him loosen his grip; but he just kept holding you.

He kissed you forcefully while holding your jaw to keep your face in place, you closed yours eyes as you fell into a trance, you tried to fight it but you couldnt...as you felt that your body wasn't in control; you started smiling as you held 'Cesar's shoulders, he held you as you started to give in to the temptation...

#Yandere alt Cesar x reader

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just-my-fandom · 4 years ago

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Hermano (Oscar Diaz x Martinez! Reader)

Request; Hi! I was hoping I could be your first on my block request! But, I wanna request something where the reader is dating Oscar and is Ruby’s older sister, and during olivias quince reader notices Latrelle in the hood, and when he pulls out the gun, the reader tries to protect Ruby? You can chose if she lives or not. Suuuper angsty

Request 2; I was wondering if you can do a Oscar Diaz x reader request ??? Please can it be fluff. I don’t mind any story line just surprise me😊😊😊

Warning(s); Mentions of blood. Being shot. Trauma.

Translation; Fećil- easy. Vaso- glass. Mija- daughter. maravillosa- gorgeous.

. . .

First, you were yelling for Ruby. He insisted on you sharing a siblings dance, as the last time you actually got to dance with him was at your own quince, but that had been years ago.

Then, you’re forcing Ruby to spin ninety degrees so your back is facing the hooded figure, who you instantly recognized as Latrelle, the man who had pulled a gun on you and your boyfriends brother, Cesar, nights before.

By the time, time could catch back up to you, the bullet had already pierced your upper shoulder, and sent your mother, Geny, into a state of panic, her screams the only thing in your ears when you collapsed.

“Mija!” Geny forced herself up to her feet and ran across the dance floor, dropping to her knees beside Ruby, her hands trembling as they fidgeted on where to grab, “Mija! Mija, baby-,”

“Someone call 911!” Your father shouts, but they almost fall on deaf ears, “Call 911!”

“Call Oscar!” Ruby looks over his shoulder, gaze frantic before they land on Cesar, “Now!”

“Mija!” Geny pleas, your teary eyes shifting up to her, when her hands slide to your face, desperately, “Stay with me, okay? Baby, my baby!”

“Mama,” You murmur, Geny nodding, not looking away even after hearing sirens,

“Mamas here. I’m here, mija,”

“Mama,” Your eyes pinch shut at the sudden pain in your back, crying out, “Ruby. I-is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s okay,” Your father heaves, eyes glossy, “You did a good job. You did such a good job, mija,”

Your heaving chest slows, Genys desperate yells fading as your eyes finally remained shut, grip on Cesars hand falling limp,

Present

A week after New Years, Geny stands at the kitchen sink, silently washing the sink full of dishes in front of her, almost not acknowledging the figure that steps up beside her, fearing it was Amber, Mario’s pregnant girlfriend,

“Are you mad at me, mama?” Your voice pulls her out of her trance, her eyes shifting to you, your arm that wasn’t in the sling picking up a clean dish to dry,

“Of course not, Mija,” Geny sets down the bowl back into the soapy water, turning to face you so your eyes shyly met hers,

“But you’re mad at Oscar,” You point out, your mother sighing and closing her eyes, hand propped on the sinks counter,

“I’m upset about the Santos dragging my daughter into their rivalry,” She corrects, and you set down the clean plate, body facing her,

“Mama, the Santos protect me. With Oscar as their leader, they’d never let me in harms way,”

“Oh yeah?” Geny hums, eyebrow raised, “Look how that went,”

“Mama,” You plea, eyes glossy, “Oscar and the Santos had no part in the shooting. It was a irritable Prophet trying to get his point across,”

“Well he did,” Geny hisses, narrowed eyes softening when the kitchen light gleams in your eyes, “Mija, you’ll only understand when you have your own children. You, Mario, Ruben, the twins; you’re all my beautiful blessings,”

You smile, weakly, when Genys hand grazes your cheek, “From the moment you took your first breath,” A small crack in Genys voice pulls your lips into a frown, “From what could have been your last, I just want you and your brothers and sister safe,”

“I just need you to trust Oscar as much as you trust me,” You whisper, blinking away the burn in your eyes, “And I know that feeling,”

Genys brows pinch in confusion,

“When I saw that Prohet with the gun,” You recite, sucking in a deep breath, “Ruby was the only person in that moment. I had this sudden swarm of urgency to protect him, because he, and Olivia, were in the line of danger,”

Your face twists at the sudden wave of emotions that hit you, “But I couldn’t protect Olivia, mama, and the more I think about it, the more guilty I feel because Ruby has to go on without the girl he loved,”

“Mija,” Geny whispers, arm reaching out to slide around your shoulders, “Bebe, you are a hero, understand?”

“How am I a hero when I let Olivia die?” You whimper, your head sucking down into her shoulder so Geny tangled a hand in your hair, shushing you, softly,

“I trust him, Mija,” Geny whispers, thumb brushing over the side of your head, gently, “He is your familia, and any familia of yours is apart of mine,” She leans back, hands at your shoulders, “But it’s going to take time for me to fully believe he is the right man for you,”

You press your lips together, nodding, letting Geny press her lips to your forehead, and squeeze your shoulders,

“Hey, Y/N?” You pull away in time for Ruby to stick his head in the kitchen entranceway, his eyes snapping between you, and Geny wiping her cheek, “Bad time?”

“No,” You copy Genys actions, sniffling, “What’s up?”

“Uh, the school called. They’re looking for volunteers for the Valentines Dance. Do you maybe wanna chaperone?” Ruby holds up his phone, and you glance at Geny, eyebrows raised,

“What’s in it for me?”

Ruby pauses, tapping his chin, “You get free food and drinks?”

You mock his pause, sharing a smile with your mother at the interaction, “I’m in. Get me an application form,”

“Yes!” Ruby thanks you, then darts to his room.

“I’m proud of you, Mija,” Geny murmurs, and you look back up at her, smiling as a sign of thanks, “Go have fun,”

. . .

Fun. Funny. You haven’t heard that word in months. It definitely wasn’t what you were having right now.

You discretely remember the song playing the night of Olivias quince. Other than your mothers screaming, it had been the only thing you heard before you passed out.

You never thought you’d have such a negative reaction to a song. But as it played loudly through the speakers at the Valentines Dance, all you saw was the blood, all you could hear was the screams of fear from Olivia, shouting for you as you laid near her,

“Y/N!” Ruby’s sudden voice pulls you out of your thoughts, his hands grabbing at your wrists, and you now realize your hands are tight in your hair, and your breaths are uneven,

“Come on!” He orders, loudly over the music that blasted above you. He drags you towards the doorway of the gym, Monse suddenly beside you.

You drop down onto the steps of your brothers high school, gasps becoming wheezed as Cesar dropped to a squat in front of you, “What happened?”

“The song,” Monse answers, “It’s the same one from the night everything happened,”

“I’m so sorry Ruby,” Your arms slide around said boys shoulders, his own comfortingly wrapping at your dressed hips, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect her,”

“I’m gonna call Spooky,” Cesar stands up, Monse squeezing your arm before following Cesar back inside, briefly explaining the situation to a confused Jasmin,

You sniffle, cheek resting on top of Ruby’s head, focusing on his regular breathing to match your own, “I’m sorry, buddy,”

“You don’t have you be sorry,” Ruby answers, instantly, squeezing your hip when Jasmin seats herself as your other side,

“But I do,” You mutter, voice weak as your eyes pinch shut, “I could’ve protected you both from that Prophet. But I didn’t. And it’s in my conscience that I let Olivia get hit by that bullet,”

Ruby slides his hand up your back in a soothing motion, allowing your hand to tangle in his hair for your own comfort,

“I know you don’t want to talk to me, Spooky,” Cesar runs a hand down his face, eyes firm on Monse standing in front of him, patiently, “But I’m not calling for my own entertainment,”

“Then why the hell are you?” Oscar grunts, Cesar clenching his jaw at his brothers harsh attitude.

“It’s Y/N,” A moments pause, “She’s freaking out and you and Ruby are the only ones able to calm her down. But I don’t think Ruby can hold her steady for much longer,”

“Where are you?”

“The school dance,”

“And why the hell is Y/N with you?” Oscar growls, and Cesar can hear the distant slamming of his car door,

“She was chaperoning!” Cesar protests, almost as if Oscar was setting the blame on him, “They started playing the song that was playing the night of the quinceañera, we took her outside for air,”

“I’m on my way,” Oscar hangs up with a dull click, Cesar dropping his arm to heave a sigh, almost instantly hearing the loud roar of Oscars vehicle,

“Well that was quick,” Monse mumbles, peering out the door to see Jasmine stand up and step away from you, when Oscar rolls down the window to his car, your eyes shifting to look up at him,

“Hey mamas,” He calls, your lips pulling only slightly at the nickname, “C’mon, we’re going for a ride,”

“But the dance,” You murmur, glancing down at Ruby, who shakes his head and smiles,

“Go. I’ll tell the principle we had a family emergency or something,”

You nod, pulling him into you for a small embrace, before you push to stand up, pulling off your heels before climbing into the front seat of the vehicle,

“I’ll make sure to have her home by curfew,” Oscar winks, and you roll your eyes, watching Ruby copy your action and wave effortlessly, turning to following his friends back inside,

Four beats of silence fills the car halfway down the street, your hand mindlessly pulls at the bandages at your shoulder, which itched your skin more than the dress you wore,

“What’s on your mind?” Oscar finally questions, gaze leaving the road to look at you, legs pulled to your chest and eyes straight ahead. His hand not on the wheel touches your thigh, pulling back slightly at your tense flinch, waiting for you to relax before settling his hand back in its place,

“I’m seeing it again,” You speak, voice quiet, “That prophet, Olivia, me being in the hospital,”

Oscar draws his thumb across the skin of your thigh lightly, glancing at you when the car is stopped by a red light, “You know that’s all over,”

“It doesn’t matter, Oscar,” You lift a shoulder, turning your head so you were looking back at him, “You’re used to the gunshots and the different sides. I’m not. Watching my brother almost get shot, watching Olivia get shot, it’s traumatized me, as much as I fucking hate to admit it,”

“Faćil, mamas,” Oscar squeezes your thigh, car rolling to a complete stop just outside of the neighborhood you lived in, “You know I’m always gonna protect you. You’ve went through some shit, I get that. But you’re a strong ass woman, and you’re gonna let some song deflate you?”

“No,” You murmur, glancing down at where you finally stopped picking at your bandage and dropped your hand into your lap, “I’m just tired of everyone treating me like I’m vaso,”

“Then you gotta show everyone that that Prophet don’t mean shit,” Oscar orders, and you smile, shaking your head,

“How can you be so demanding yet therapeutic at the same time?”

“I’m just like that, maravillosa,” Oscar grins, ignoring your teasing roll of eyes as you sit up, glancing out to the road in front of you,

“Take me back to your place?” You murmur, Oscar chuckling as his hand slides up to grip the hemming of your dress,

“Don’t gotta ask twice,”

#oscar diaz #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz one shot #on my block #on my block x reader #ruby martinez #ruby martinez x reader #ruby martinez one shot #ruby martinez imagine

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fandomnetworks · 4 years ago

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MILK RUN

PART 1

Summary: As you’re getting used to your new apartment, our favorite DEA agents are assigned to check up on you from time to time. Only, one of the DEA agents is nicer than the other.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Carrillo knocked on the open door that led into your brother's office, the president's office. He stepped in without pausing for a reply, you lingering behind him.

Your brother sat behind his desk while two towering men hovered over him. One of them was a tall white man with a mustache, his left hand running through his air. The other man was tanner; a distinct mustache also cemented on top of his upper lip. The three seemed to be entertained with papers across the desk.

All three gazed towards the door. First, they saw Carrillo, his broad body obstructing your view. But then you pushed to the side, "Y/n!" Cesar stood up and dumped the papers that were in his hands. He passed Carrillo and gave you a lasting hug. In return, you hugged him but not as lovingly, irritated at him since he had you caged in like a bird.

Once he let go, he glanced back at both men who were staring at your interactions, "Muchahos, this is my sister, Y/n." Cesar made his way to his desk.

Both men acquainted themselves as Steve Murphy and Javier Peña. You noted that both men were handsome, but Steve had a band occupying his left ring finger.

"Hi," You timidly smiled at both men, feeling all eyes on you, "can I talk to you?" You directed Cesar, not knowing what else to say.

"First, I need to settle some things," He motioned for the four of you to take a seat in front of his desk.

Once settled, Cesar began his speech, "As we all know, Escobar's men have been abducting high ranking women for a while now. My sister is one of them." You rolled your eyes and achieved a chuckle from Murphy. "But now that Escobar is in prison, I think it time to loosen the chains."

You liked where this was going, "Wait, you're saying I ca-"

Your brother lifted his hand, trying to silence you, "I have made some arrangements, and with an empty apartment in the same building as these men. Noonan agreed that the two of you" he looked at the DEA agents, "should check up on Y/n from time to time."

His words were music to your ears.

Freedom.

Freedom to an extent, but it was still freedom.

Some rules were laid out, but it was nothing you couldn't manage. One of the main things that stuck out was that you couldn't go out in the evening unless Peña or Murphy took you or one of Carrillo's men.

Standing up, you went over to your brother's desk and hugged him, a little more festive than when you had first entered, whispering a heartfelt thank you.

In the interim, the other men stood up and discussed among themselves while you wrapped up your conversation with Cesar.

It had been a week since you relocated into the new apartment. It took approximately three full days to unpack and furnish your new home. Steve had been the only one to come check up on you every night before he went to his apartment to Connie. Connie had become a close friend of yours. Multiple times a day, you would both visit each others' apartments. The two of you would chat about life back in America, what you missed the most, and really just talking about anything. Her adoptive daughter, Olivia, had taken a liking to you as well; she'd give you her toys whenever you'd go over.

Tonight you knew for a fact that Connie and Steve were going out on a date, and Steve wouldn't be doing his daily routine to come check up on you.

You hadn't seen Peña since you last visited your brother, and you didn't expect him to be coming. You and Connie had gone earlier to get some sweet bread, but as the night rolled in, you noted there was no milk to go alongside.

No one would notice you left your house at 8, right?

You picked up your purse and keys and walked out of the building, only going to the convenience store down the store. You'd grab milk and some eggs for tomorrow's breakfast, and slip back into your apartment as if nothing happened.

You passed by a few stores and restaurants in order to reach the convenience store.

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Javier Peña sat at a bar, drinking away his thoughts, a beautiful woman on his right. He and she knew well how the night would end. She would be in his bed by midnight and be gone before sunrise. He should be ashamed of these habits, but in reality, he found comfort when there were women in his bed. For just those few hours, there was nothing but the lucky lady and him.

Peña happened to look up towards the bar's entrance, see your face passing by, and your hair flowing behind you. He didn't think much as he stood up in a fury. He and Murphy did not just spend a whole week trying to keep you safe, only for you to break one of the only rules your brother put in place.

Peña laid some money on the bar and walked off, apologizing to the woman for the abrupt absence.

He silently followed behind you, making sure to make no noise. He noticed you were walking with a light step to your feet. The creamy silk blouse that wrapped around your back was loose as it swayed with the soft wind of the night. He was gaining ground, and now he was just a few feet behind you. You were oblivious to what was happening behind you, which only made Peña even more enraged.

He was three feet away...then two...he was just inches away now.

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You felt someone push your body up against the brick wall, your face being slapped onto it, and your hand being twisted behind your back. A sharp yelp left your lips, and your heart didn't know how to handle the adrenaline. It was beating as fast as it ever had, and you felt like it would collapse at any minute.

"What are you doing out?" A gruff voice asked as he leaned against you. His face near your ear, giving you goosebumps. You could smell alcohol in his words.

You recognized the manly voice but from where?

"Answer." He tighten his grip on your forearm, waiting for a reply.

Then it hit you, "Peña?" You tried turning to look at his face, but only until he loosened his grip could you entirely turn and look at the man. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You shoved his chest to try and get some space between the two of you.

He was quiet, waiting for your reply to his previous question. His nostrils flared and his eyes fixated on you/

You huffed and walked away, not wanting to deal with the DEA agent.

Peña followed you silently, not uttering another word.

You passed a few more stores before reaching the desired one and walked in, Peña a few feet away. Going straight towards the refrigerators at the end of the store, you went to open the door, but Peña beat you to it. His body was brushing up against yours as he grabbed the handle, opening it for you.

"Uh, thank you." You reached for the milk, turned behind, and realized how much closer he was then you expected.

Due to the nervousness you felt being watched by Peña so closely, you forgot about the eggs and went straight to pay. You placed the pint of milk on the counter and pulled your purse towards you in order to pay but were surprised to see Peña pull his wallet faster and handed the change to the elderly lady.

"Mira que bonita pareja! (Look, what a lovely couple!)" The lady said, handing Peña the change.

"No seño, ni me gusta. (No ma'am, I don't even like him)" You tried laughing the awkwardness off and looked at Peña to see an emotionless stare looking back at you. He picked up the carton and thanked her before walking back to the apartment.

During the walk, Peña led in front of you, waiting for you often when your short steps couldn't catch up to his long strides. The walk was so silent; you swear you could hear the faint music of a party that was going on, on the other side of town.

In a few short minutes, you were back in the building and heading up the stairs. You expected Peña to depart to his apartment next to yours or go back to whatever hellhole he climbed out of. But to your astonishment, he remained behind you as you fumbled with the keys until you obtained the right one.

Once inside, Peña set the milk on the counter and looked at you. "You went out for some fucking milk?" He bombarded, letting what he had inside out. "You risked your life for fucking milk?" His long steps reached you, where you still stood at the doorway.

"Fuck off." You stepped to the side and walked into the kitchen.

"Y/n!" He grabbed your forearm for the second time that night. You hated to admit it, but his cologne alongside the sweat he had accumulated throughout the day gave off the best odor you have ever smelled your whole life. If it weren't for how rude he was, you would have leaned in closer to get a better smell.

You took a second to question your thoughts. You just admitted to yourself you would smell Peña. What the fuck were you? A dog? Maybe you should ask Carrillo to formally invite you to work alongside the canines during a raid.

Plus, you would not be thinking about him like that.

"Are you even listening to me?" You jogged your train of thought back to the present and saw a red-faced Peña standing in front of you.

"I wanted milk, sorry." Your sarcastic tone did not help ease Peña's anger. "Why the hell do you care so much, anyway?" Going to one of the cabinet's you got a cup and filled it with the milk.

He gave a heavy sigh and began to walk towards the door, "Just don't go out again, ok?"

You offered him a tight grin and watched his body retreat towards the door.

Just as he was about to leave, a voicemail on the receiver was left,

"Listen, little girl, next time you leave me waiting like you did tonight, I will kill you. Do you understand? I will fucking kill you."

You closed your eyes shut, hoping in God's name Peña was too far to overhear it.

"Who the fuck is that?" Peña came striding into the room again, his face fixated on anger, his jaw tighten as he waited for a reply. His eyes were tired but thoroughly scanning your face for any sign of distress or upsetness.

You opened your eyes and made eye contact with Peña, but soon looked down shamefully. You twirled the cup of milk in your hands, "He's someone I used to go to school with, back in la prepa. I thought I'd give him a second chance." You went digging inside the paper bag that contained the sweet bread. "Turns out, he's still a prick." You looked up to see his eyes trained on you, hoping you'd elaborate.

For a few seconds, the two of you just stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

Breaking the silence, his first question was, "Does he know where you live?" His voice was laced with less anger this time.

"He knows where my last apartment was. I highly doubt he knows I'm here now."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" There he goes, raising his voice for the millionth time that night.

"He's a nobody, that's why. He's just doing it for attention. We met up a few days ago, but I realized he's the same guy as before. He hasn't changed. When he asked me on another date, I felt bad to say no, so I agreed. But I never planned to go." You took your bread and milk in your hands and walked towards the dining table. "I guess I pushed the wrong buttons."

PART 3

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marwritesgood · 3 years ago

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Without You | O. Diaz

Pairing: Oscar x Flores!Reader

Timeframe: Season 4

Summary: Y/n knows Oscar wants out of Freeridge, so maybe it is for the best that she lets him go.

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Oscar made a point not to call her until the day after. Partially because his eyes were too swollen for him to compose a text, but mostly because he knew she would be worried sick at the mere sight of how beaten up he was. He did not want that. Not when there was so much promise ahead of them now that the deed was done.

Y/n raced to the hospital as soon as she clocked out for the night. She held her breath when she read the "Mr O. Diaz" placard plastered over the door to his room. As she made her way to the seat beside her bed she felt unsettled by all the bandages and stitches that adorned his body. He appeared fast asleep, so Y/n made no effort to conceal her concern.

"He's gonna be ok." Y/n looked up and saw a nurse standing in the doorway. She offered an empathetic smile and Y/n tried to welcome the comfort of it. "He looked a lot worse when he got in, so he's doing better."

She must have been Oscar's nurse.

"Are you his sister?"

Before Y/n could grow defensive to the hint of hope in the nurse's tone, let alone provide a response to her question, Oscar's voice filled the room within in an instance.

"No," he answered, his voice as coarse and raspy as ever. Oscar gazed upon Y/n for the first time in what felt like a lifetime and reached for her hand. "She's my girl."

The nurse's smile faltered, but she nodded along and excused herself, closing the door behind them. Y/n watched with satisfaction as the door shut before noticing how intently her boyfriend was staring at her.

"Were you awake the whole time?"

"Maybe," Oscar smirked.

Y/n went to sit on the nearby chair before she felt Oscar pull her closer to him. He shuffled over to make space for her and she happily sat next to him, snuggling closer as he wrapped his uncasted arm around her shoulders.

"Seems like you've been well taken care of."

"Doesn't compare to how you take care of me," he quipped slyly.

He heard the hint of hope in the nurse's voice too, but it did not faze him. Not when he had all he wanted in arms already. From the way Y/n chuckled and kissed him softly, he knew it was common knowledge.

As their kiss deepened, Oscar mindlessly lifted his injured arm, desperate to caress her face. When he winced in pain from the movement, Y/n instantly pulled away and watched him worriedly.

"I'm okay, baby," he assured her.

Y/n nodded and forced a smile. Oscar knew it was not sincere, but he also knew her worries would never really go away, especially when most of his face was a dark shade of violet.

"You talk to Cesar again?"

Oscar shook his head. Technically he did talk to his little brother if you would count the one-sided conversation he had with his bedroom door. Y/n rubbed her thumb on the back of his casted hand, knowing it was best to drop the subject altogether.

"What are you gonna do now?"

They spent much of their time in the last week talking about him getting jumped out and no longer becoming a Santo. They never really exhausted over what would come next, other than the fact that for the first time, he would have options.

"Ray reached out to me," Oscar began to explain.

"Yeah?"

Y/n remembered how torn up he was after he left. Not necessarily because Ray was leaving, but rather because he had a huge epiphany that made him rethink everything he was doing. They spent a lot of nights talking it out, and with her encouragement and support, Oscar reached out to his dad again and did so every so often.

"He's at a rehab centre in Bakersfield," he continued. "Says I can go there for a bit. Get my head right, before I do anything else. What do you think?"

"I think that's a good idea," Y/n smiled.

She was gonna make the suggestion herself. Oscar had been through so much in the past years and, while it was great he realised how much it was hurting him and was taking steps to change that, he needed more help. More time.

"I'm really proud of you," Y/n whispered. Considering how prideful he could be, it was huge that Oscar was making the decision to go to rehab for himself. "It couldn't have been easy walking away... after all these years."

"I couldn't have done it without you."

All the times she sat with him. Encouraged him. Supported him. Called him out when he found himself back in his old ways. Oscar knew how crucial Y/n was to him moving on and moving forward, however she refused to let him sell himself short.

"Don't do that," she stated, although she appreciated the sentiment. "This was all you."

Oscar chuckled as her words began to settle. Despite being battered and bruised having just barely escaped death, he felt so strong.

"Have you thought about what you're gonna do? After Bakersfield?"

"Get out of here. As soon as I can," Oscar answered shortly. "Maybe even open up my own place... Somewhere far away from here."

Y/n smiled. The last time he talked about his restaurant dreams was when they were teenagers and he had just gotten into culinary school. His dream was for him to do the cooking and for Y/n to the managing. Watching his eyes light up as he humoured the idea, only this time with the odds stacked in his favour, made her heart flutter.

"Will you come with me?"

She felt like her heart came to a complete stop. Y/n studied Oscar's face. Surely he was feeling lightheaded from all the medication they put him under. Her suspicions were debunked quickly when Oscar repeated his question, this time slower just for emphasis that he was of sound mind.

Unable to say anything, Y/n nodded her head and pulled his face closer to hers once more until their lips met again. This time his heart was the one fluttering as he became overwhelmed with a joy he never thought he would be fortunate enough to experience.

"Visiting hours are almost up."

Reluctantly, Y/n pulled away and pouted.

"It's okay, baby," Oscar laughed, before sneaking in one last peck. "You should go get some rest."

"I'll come back to see you tomorrow," she promised as she got up from the bed.

After exchanging 'I love yous' and one last kiss for the road, Y/n headed out of the hospital. On the elevator down and the car ride home, she found herself unable to stop grinning. The air in Freeridge felt different. Felt light and fleeting as opposed to suffocating.

Upon entering her house, she noticed everyone but her dad and aunt were out for the night. It was late, so Y/n assumed her dad was already placed in bed. She was just about to check on him when she heard faint cries coming from the kitchen.

"Tia," Y/n said softly as she approached her distraught aunt. "What's wrong?"

"Beto's moving to Dallas," she explained. "He got a huge job so he's moving with his husband."

"So, you're sad because he's leaving?"

"Mija," she cried, taking hold of Y/n's hands and gripping them tightly. "I'm leaving with him."

"When?"

"After the holidays," her aunt answered, her tears increasing as she watched the very moment when the realisation hit Y/n.

If her aunt was leaving, the responsibility of looking after her dad would be left with her and with Jasmine. However, with Jasmine approaching her senior year and potentially college, Y/n knew the only way her sister could go was if she bore the responsibility on her own.

The air in Freeridge felt suffocating, yet again.

***

A month had passed since her tia broke the news to her. Y/n spent much of that month contemplating whether or not she should tell Oscar. No matter how many times she played it out in her head, telling him why she had to stay in Freeridge always ended up interfering with his dreams to get out.

By the time he started getting his things in line to go to Bakersfield for a few months, Y/n knew she could not do that to him. He needed to leave. He deserved to leave. She was not going to give him any reason to stick around, even if it meant letting him go.

"I've got a job lined up for me when I get back," Oscar explained. He was crashing at the Martinez's home until it was time for him to go. "Which'll be good since I'm getting a new place."

"Mhm," Y/n mumbled as nodded along. Her mind was preoccupied as she mentally rehearsed how she was going to end things with Oscar. He misunderstood her worried expression.

"Hey," Oscar whispered, taking hold of Y/n's hand causing her to look up at him. "The next three months are gonna fly by so fast... I'll be back to annoy you before you know it."

Normally she would smile. Oscar was counting on her to smile. Even just a little bit. He needed some kind of assurance that she was alright, but she continued to stare blankly at the table, a single crease still persistent between her brows.

"Are you ok?"

Finally, she looked at him and Oscar hoped that would bring the comfort he needed, but it did not. Her lips parted and she looked like she was going to say something but after a moment she stayed silent.

"Just tell me, baby."

Whatever it was, he could take it. At least, that was what Oscar convinced himself. They had been together for almost a decade with, obviously, fights and falling outs here and there, but they always came back stronger. That had to mean something.

"I think we should break up."

Y/n spilt her words rapidly, unable to stifle them any longer. She stared closely at Oscar, who appeared unresponsive. Did he even hear her properly? When he went to speak, Y/n knew he did.

"If this is some kind of a joke..."

When Y/n's expression remained unchanged, the reality of it all began to settle with Oscar. This was no cruel prank. This was real. Immediately, he began shaking his head in disbelief.

"No."

"Oscar."

"No, this isn't happening. Not to us," he stated plainly.

He had already lost enough people in his life, especially after leaving los Santos. He refused to let Y/n be another one. Especially when he had no clue as to what he had done wrong.

"I can't... I can't be the person you want me to be," Y/n cried.

It was the only way she could explain herself without telling him the real reason, and Y/n told herself it was partially true. Oscar wanted someone who could leave Freeridge behind, and Y/n was not that person anymore now that her aunt was leaving.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're moving on," Y/n began, forcing a fraction of a smile through her tears. "But I'm not moving on with you, I... I just can't."

"We can talk this out," Oscar reasoned, reaching for Y/n's hand as she stood. "I don't leave 'til Friday. We can sit down and you can tell me how to fix this. Please just tell me how to fix this."

That was their system. They talked and communicated before doing anything rash. Y/n was the one who developed that system, yet there was making a huge decision without letting Oscar have any input.

"You can't, Oscar." It was perhaps the most honest thing she said that day. "I... I have to go."

She could not bear the look on his face. Y/n tried to turn away and leave, hoping Oscar would not make this any harder than it had to be. When she felt his hand grip her wrist, she knew that was not going to be the case. She spun around to face him but could not bring herself to look him in the eye.

"You're breaking my heart, baby," Oscar choked, his voice cracking as he spoke. He held the sides of her face gently. "Don't do this. Please."

It took everything in her to push his hand away and meet his gaze.

"Good luck in Bakersfield," she whispered, before leaning forward to kiss his cheek which was, to Oscar, the knockout punch.

***

Jasmine was in the middle of performing the Beyonce dance routine she learned for her dad when a figure approached them in their backyard. She squinted her eyes as she tried to make out who it was

"Oscar?" She called out. He had been gone for a few months, but she could recognise him easily. When he got close, Jasmine immediately noticed he was no longer bald. "Your hair."

He shook his head and laughed as he ran his hands through his short curls. It was one of the many things he reunited with since leaving los Santos. When he finally reach Jasmine he glanced over at the house.

"Is she here?"

"She's working," Jasmine answer as she shook her head, disappointed because she was dying for them to reunite again. "She'll be back tonight, though, if you wanna come by around then."

Oscar gave it a moment's deliberation. Jasmine watched curiously as he glanced between her and her dad and stayed where he was.

"Could I actually stick around?"

"It's just me and dad," she stated, wondering if he was sure that he wanted to hang around with them as opposed to taking a lap around the block to kill time.

Her curiosity only grew when he sat in the chair beside her dad.

"Hey," Oscar said after glancing at Mr Flores. "He's looking a little red."

Jasmine nodded before grabbing the sunblock she kept in her back pocket. As she went to apply some to her dad's face, she passed the bottle to Oscar.

"Could you get his arms?"

"Sure," Oscar answered immediately, applying a generous amount of sunblock evenly to his arm.

Jasmine glanced over at Oscar and smiled at how focused he was. She knew he spent a bit of time with her dad through Y/n, but never got to see them interact first-hand. It was clear how much he cared about her, and she knew how much her sister still cared about him.

"She misses you, you know."

Y/n tried her best to hide it, but the walls of their house were thin and it only took a few nights of crying and listening to heartbreak songs for Jasmine to put two and two together.

"Then why'd she dump me in the first place?"

"I don't know," Jasmine answered honestly.

"She never said anything to you?"

"She doesn't really talk to anyone. Except to you. And dad."

They both liked talked to their dad, despite his catatonic state. It was one of the few things they could do with him that resembled how things were before he came back from Afghanistan.

"She's always been a listener more than anything," Jasmine added. "Why else do you think I talk so much?"

Oscar laughed. As the two people Y/n spent the most time listening to, he and Jasmine both knew it was true. Oscar's suspicions that Y/n was hiding something felt confirmed to him. It should have made him feel better about the situation, but it only left him riddled with even more questions.

Before returning to his seat Oscar applied sunblock to the tops of Mr Flores' feet, remembering the times Y/n reminded him to do so until it eventually became a habit. As he adjusted her dad's shoes before sitting back down, Jasmine smiled, impressed.

"How'd you get so good at looking after my dad?"

"Mr Flores and I go way back," he began, glancing over to him and offering a gentle fist bump. "He used to let me hang out here after school when Y/n and I were in elementary."

Things changed after middle school and when he and Y/n started dating, but Mr Flores always made Oscar feel welcome in their home.

"Makes sense," Jasmine nodded, remembering that his history with Y/n was a long one, and it showed. "You're still the only person who Y/n trusts enough to bring home."

Oscar never pieced that together. Y/n had many friends on their block, but he was the only one she invited over without hesitation. She never talked to him about it, but he knew how protective she was over her dad. How much pride she took in looking after the man who raised her and her sister.

It dawned on him that while he was eager to leave because he wanted to escape Freeridge, Y/n's situation was different. She had a family there. People still counting on her who she could not walk away from so easily.

Oscar always wanted to leave Freeridge, but he never wanted to part ways with Y/n.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked Jasmine. When looked past her dad to face him, Oscar glanced between the two of them. "Can I ask you both something?"

***

Y/n got home from work exhausted. She did not think twice about the way Jasmine and her aunt were smiling at her from where they sat in the kitchen. They were obviously up to something, but after a 10-hour shift, she figured it was not worth dealing with until tomorrow.

She sighed as she opened her bedroom door, threw her hat across the room and kicked her shoes off. It was not until she closed the door behind her and turned to face her bed that she realised Oscar was sitting at her desk.

"Oscar?" Y/n huffed.

Had it been any other person, she would have not hesitated to reach for her dad's old baseball bat. However, her bedroom was practically Oscar's second home.

"Hey," he smiled weakly, relieved to finally see her.

"Your hair," Y/n laughed.

The last time he had curls they had just started their freshman year of high school. Y/n threw a dramatic fit and then a funeral to mourn the loss of her best friend's beautiful hair and to help cheer him up after being jumped in. That was when Oscar knew.

"What are you doing here?" Y/n asked, catching herself and remembering that they were broken up.

"I want the truth," Oscar spoke incredulously. Did she really think he was gonna walk away so easily? "Not the shit you gave me before I went to Bakersfield. I want the real truth."

Y/n sighed before plopping herself down on the edge of her bed. Where was she supposed to start? She did not get the chance to think much about it before Oscar sat next to her and spoke.

"Is it because of your dad and Jasmine?"

She nodded. Oscar exhaled heavily before turning to face her. He could not understand why she kept this from him. He, of all people, could understand not being able to let go of family.

It became clear that there was more to it than that.

"My tia's moving to Dallas in a couple of months," Y/n explained. "So someone needs to stay back look after my dad and... and I can't let it be Jasmine. Not when she has senior year and college to look forward to."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I know you," Y/n stated plainly. "I knew you'd reconsider leaving Freeridge or you'd feel guilty leaving without me, and I didn't want that to happen. Not after everything you've been through."

Making the hard decision so the other person does not have to. Oscar could have sworn that was his M.O. Clearly they had rubbed off on each other much more they had realised because he spent the afternoon listening to Jasmine while she ranted about her relationship with Ruby.

Oscar laughed and took hold of Y/n hand. She laced her fingers through his and gripped tightly, feeling a huge weight be released from her shoulders.

"I can't do this without you, Y/n," he whispered, his brows furrowing as he spoke. She rested her head against his shoulders and sighed.

No one knew him quite like Y/n did and there was no he trusted more than he trusted her. It was not so much that could not do it without her, because logically he knew could. But he did not want to.

"I love you so much, baby. Pero, my dad needs me more."

She felt incredibly torn. Y/n wanted to leave with Oscar and run a restaurant together like they always dreamed. However, she also wanted Jasmine to go to college and for her dad to be loved and looked after.

She wondered if it was arrogant to ever hope she could have it all.

"I know," he assured her, grabbing the sides of her face and smiling. He was not going to make her feel torn. Quite the opposite, in fact. "That's why I was thinking... maybe he should come with us."

Slowly, Y/n let go of Oscar's hand and turned to face him, narrowing her eyes as she studied him. It was too good to be true.

"You're joking."

"I found a couple places in Berkeley that have extra rooms," Oscar explained. "Just a couple blocks from the place I wanna set up the restaurant. There's even a studio above it. You could be with your dad and crunch the numbers while I-"

"Run the kitchen," Y/n finished, smiling as she remembered the first time he pitched this idea to her in their senior year of high school.

He had just gotten into culinary school and she was gonna study business at UCAL. However, when he ended up staying for Cesar and her for her dad, they never brought it up again.

"Why Berkeley?" she asked.

"Jasmine said she applied there," he laughed. It was one of the few things he remembered from her rambles, but as soon as he did he knew where to start looking.

Y/n felt her heart swell up from how much thought he had given his idea in what she assumed was an afternoon. It meant a lot that to her that he was not only considering her dad but her little sister too.

"What about Cesar?"

In the months that passed, Y/n saw him on the streets with the other Santos. He was essentially unrecognisable, but Y/n still held out hope he would come around. She could only imagine how Oscar was feeling.

"I'm gonna keep trying but... when the time comes, I'm going," Oscar explained. It was hard to say. He did not want to think about leaving Cesar behind. At least not until the moving truck arrived and he made every attempt he could to talk sense into him. "... I just hope I'll be leaving with you."

"This is a really big deal, Oscar."

They had known each other for so long, and there was no one she trusted like she did him, but even this was a big step for them.

"I know, baby. But, hey, it's not gonna happen right away. Obviously, we need some time to save and plan, so we can take as long as you need," "Plus, I know you're gonna wanna stick around until Jasmine graduates."

"Are you sure?"

"I can't do this without you,"

"I'm scared you're gonna regret this."

If they moved in together, there would be no coming back. Her dad would be with them for the long haul and while Y/n knew what that meant, she wasn't sure Oscar did.

"I could never regret keeping you in my life," he assured.

Oscar always knew what that meant. He always knew that Y/n could not leave her dad or her sister, and he never wanted to make her feel like she had to. He always knew keeping her meant welcoming then, and he was more than willing to do just that.

There was silence between them as Y/n gave it some thought. Once her mind was decided, she let out a laugh and pulled Oscar in for a kiss. She knew she was ready and that he was too. She was also so grateful they could take their time.

"I can't wait to tell them," she smiled as she pulled away.

"I might've already done that," Oscar admitted sheepishly.

"What?"

"I wanted to pitch the idea to them first," he clarified.

"Why?"

"Because I also needed to ask them for something."

"Ask them for what?" Y/n asked, as her confusion only grew.

"For their blessing."

It took Y/n a while to realise what he meant. By the time the realisation hit, Oscar had already knelt down in front of her and held up a silver ring in between his thumb and index finger.

"Oscar," Y/n blinked. "That's a ring."

"It was the first thing I bought when I left Bakersfield."

Ray was the one who gave him the idea. He mentioned something about how he thought Y/n was really good for him. Oscar did not care much for his father's opinion on anything, however knowing he felt that way after only meeting Y/n once, he knew he had something special with her. Something worth fighting for.

He knew it was a risk buying a ring when they were still broken up. He knew there was still a chance she'd shut him out and he'd never be able to figure out what happened. But he knew Y/n, and he knew the love they shared for each other and ultimately decided that he liked his odds.

"I don't know where I'd be without you, baby," he said as he reached for her left hand. "And I don't plan on ever having to find out."

Y/n clasped her right hand over her mouth and cried quietly.

"So... Y/n Flores. Mi amor... Mi vida," he proclaimed, before pausing to place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand before continuing. "Will you marry me?"

She opened her mouth and tried to answer, but only found herself letting out sobs. So, instead, Y/n nodded her head profusely and waited for Oscar to slide the ring on her fourth finger before leaning over to kiss him. The two of them stood up soon after and wiped each other's tears while laughing at how utterly happy they were.

Just as Y/n wrapped her arms around Oscar's neck and leaned in to kiss her fiance again, the door to her bedroom busted open and her little sister came sprinting in with their aunt following after.

"Ahh, she said yes!" Jasmine cheered, as she wedged herself between Y/n and Oscar and hugged her big sister tightly. "Tia, she said yes!"

She looked to Oscar, half-expecting him to look uncomfortable, but he did not. Instead, he willingly leaned down so her aunt could kiss his cheek to congratulate the two of them. He then willingly stayed for dinner and even let Jasmine show him how to carry their dad into his bed.

Y/n watched in awe and twirled the silver ring on her finger. The air in Freeridge was still heavy, yet somehow all the more bearable now that he was back.

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dangermousie · 3 years ago

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I am 200 chapters into Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet. It’s a rare het novel I love, in large part because our heroine is a combo of genuinely terrifying and caring deeply for both the fucked up Royal Princes and in equally large part because no part of this story involves her scheming against her sisters or aunts or whoever (she doesn’t have any, anyway) but instead having her fight arena being politics/war/control of the throne.

Her transmigration and reincarnation skills, her ruthlessness and brain, are all used to ensure her “brother” Gong Che gets to be the next emperor and her “brother” Gong Jue has power, money and comfortable life. She makes explosives, builds canals and murders assassins. That is very much my speed.

The other thing I love is that usually when someone transmigrates back into their younger self, they spend the bulk of their time avenging their wrongs from past life possibly with a side of protecting the people who were good to her in past life. Which is understandable but always makes me wonder why they are reliving things all over again (and the issue of “will they even do the same thing again when everything around them changes?” plus the paradox of “is person x even culpable when they haven’t committed those sins yet” which none of the het romances I’ve read with this theme address. One of the reasons I love 2ha is because it deals with this head on.) Gong Yi Mo...does not.

She doesn’t have many people who treated her amazingly in past life who she wants to protect (except that foreign prince and she does take care of him but it’s not a big focus) but even more importantly, in most stories the narrative would be her taking down Gong Che and Gong Jue aka the two men who wronged her most in past life - GC married her and used her brain and power for the throne and then had her killed and GJ is the one who carried out the murder.

And when she first wakes up as a child, she is not exactly charitable towards either BUT - she is almost unique in this type of novel in going “they are literally children as of this moment, I am a grown woman even if in a body of a child, what the hell would I be doing taking kids down?” And not just that, she has the ability to evaluate and be just and look at the situation the way it is. For example, she sees child (I think he’s 8? Can’t remember any more) Gong Jue abused and she’s appalled because whatever he grew up into, he’s a small child now and she’s not copacetic with child abuse! And so she protects and saves him because that’s the right thing to do.

And the thing is, fine, Gong Jue is our male lead, so I could see a novel going with “she tamed the psycho” narrative (though even within it, her understanding of why he killed her in past life - he had no relationship with her, was ordered to do so by woman he worshipped for being kind to him - is pretty unique for a web novel heroine - she understands that everyone has their own stories and their own perspectives and their own truths).

But they do the same thing with Gong Che!!!! The husband who betrayed her in past life! Compare him and his arc and his relationship with Yimo to something like Rebirth of the Malicious Empress and Shen Miao’s relationship with her erstwhile husband. The set up in past life is fairly the same - heroine chased the man who had no interest in her, married him and helped him to the throne, he resented her, fell for someone else, and had her offed.

BUT!!! The ex of Shen Miao is a villain while Gong Che is probably my favorite character in the novel. He’s smart, ambitious, drawn to Yi Mo, interested in justice, and very very human. He’s not saintly (no royal prince is) but he’s definitely a better human being than Gong Jue, much as I love that Chinese version of Cesare Borgia. And I was blown away by how Yi Mo became genuine friends with him in this life because she sees his good points and because she’s clear headed enough to understand that the blame for past life ending is as much on her as it was on him. She’s a genuine good sister to him and loves him that way and wants to help him be the emperor because he will be a good one and this is freaking unique. (Don’t get me wrong, I love Malicious Empress but I find this novel’s take super refreshing.)

Btw, lest you think this book is high literature, it’s not - it’s the perfect combo of concepts I love inside a deliciously trashy package. I mean, if you love fakecest, this is like a feast. Because while Yi Mo and the reader know she is not the emperor’s daughter and thus not half sister to either Gong Che or Gong Jue, the guys do not and both have to deal that they have fallen and fallen hard, for their sister. Gong Che is horrified and tries to suppress it while Gong Jue goes “I need enough power so nobody will be able to complain when I hook up with her.” Heh.

Meanwhile, Yi Mo treats them as an older and younger brother respectively while wondering why Gong Jue especially is clingy, like the MC in one of the danmeis who can’t puzzle out why the stallion protagonist is now princess carrying them everywhere instead.

Anyway this novel is delicious! And I adore it! I wish they’d adapt it. They could easily drop the transmigration aspect (just have her be smart and good to her “brothers”) and you are ready to roll. I’d love it!

#cnovel #rebirth of the tyrant’s pet

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youare-mysonshine · 5 years ago

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who knew || oscar diaz

Summary: Prophets do a drive by shooting at Oscar’s house and reader is caught in the crossfire.

Requested: Yes!

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Martinez!Reader

Warnings: Gun violence, blood, character death, graphic depictions of death and blood. Angst, angst, angst lmaoooo

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: so, this was sitting in my request list and I just couldn’t not write it. I’m sorry for the hurt I’m going to cause don’t hate me lmao. Also, there is mentions of blood and death. Heavy mentions of that. So if this is something that triggers you, please don’t read or proceed with caution. I hate myself lol

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“Here, papas.”

You walked over to your boyfriend, handing him a cold can of beer before assuming your position on his lap.

It was a nice Saturday evening and you were spending it with your boyfriend at his house - the house was full of nothing but Santos, their girlfriends or people who just hung around the gang. Some music was playing, some people were dancing, some were just chilling and talking. It wasn’t a party, but it definitely felt like it.

“Gracias, mamita.” Oscar took the can of beer from you and opened it, taking a considerable drink before resting his hand on your thigh, keeping you close to him.

You and Oscar had been dating for a good while - you had grown up knowing each other because of your siblings - your younger brother, Ruby, was his younger brother, Cesar’s best friend. And He also knew your other younger brother, Mario. The two of you had begun to date a little before he went to prison and stayed together during and after. You’d been there for him through a lot, you stuck by his side through a lot and Oscar knew that he’d found the true definition of ride or die.

You never turned your back on him, never. Not even when your family tried to get you to leave him - he understood it. When he got locked up, when he was sent to prison, your parents wanted you to have nothing to do with him. He wasn’t mad because he knew that he couldn’t give you the life you wanted or deserved. But you defied your family, you stuck by his side and you didn’t regret it. His family was still skeptical, iffy about the relationship, but they had learned to accept him.

Ruby wasn’t as scared of him as he used to be because he saw you two together - he saw a different side of Oscar when he was with you. And he and Cesar were low-key happy at the possibility of becoming actual family in the event that you two marry, which you were definitely going to because neither of you could see you spending the rest of your lives without one another. And Mario, well Mario had always been a good friend to him and he was just happy that his sister was happy.

Cesar loved you from the get go - he had known you because of Ruby, but then you started coming around more anymore when you and Oscar started going around. Even when he was in prison, you took care of Cesar. You made sure he was clothed, fed, made sure he got to school, made sure he had money. You took care of him like he was your own and that made him feel safe with you. You and Oscar were truly the only parental figures he’d ever known.

As the night progressed, everything was going great, it was fun. You were laughing, smiling, having a great time. Oscar was deep in conversation with his homies, though his hand would squeeze your thigh on occasion though, and it’d have you squirming or gently nudging him because of how ticklish you were. It never failed to bring a smile to your lips.

“Shut the fuck up, liar. I don’t snore.” One of the Santos’ girlfriends said, pushing her boyfriend, glaring at him, though you could make out a smile pulling at her lips. You and Oscar both laughed, your head falling on his shoulder.

“Aye, you know who else snores? This one right here.” Oscar pointed at you and you looked at him with your mouth wide open, though your were still lightly laughing. Your eyes were sparkling, and Oscar loved it. H’d never get tired of your eyes, or your smile. Your laugh.

“What? Callate, mentiroso! I do not snore. It’s your ass that snores in my ear all night.” You said, nudging him with your elbow. Oscar’s smirk softened into a smile and he nodded. The way he looked at you never failed to make your heart flutter. It never failed to give you butterflies. It was like the very first time each and every time.

“I know, I’m just fuckin’ with you mamas.” He reached a hand up, cupping your cheek. He pulled your face down to his and pressed your lips together in a soft kiss. Oscar would also never tire of your lips. How soft they were. How they moved against his so perfectly, so in sync. How they fit perfectly with his own like they were his missing puzzle piece.

The Santos that were near the loved up couple began hollering, cat calling and whistling.

“Aye, get it Spooky!”

“We gettin’ a baby Spooky sometime soon or what?”

“Look at this foo, all in love and shit!”

You both pulled away, a blush starting to creep up your neck, your cheeks and all the way to your ears.

“Yeah. In love. And what?” Oscar countered at his homies, a little smirk on his face. He never shy about how he felt about you. He let it be known that he loved you. That he was yours and that you were his. How could he not show you off? He wanted everybody to know he had the best girl. He didn’t think of it as him being weak - he was more of a man for being able to show that side of him, for not hiding it to seem cool in front of his homies. And that was what you loved about him. He never switched up on you.

Shaking your head, a smile on your slightly moist lips, you moved off his lap. “I’m gonna get some chips from inside.” You said. “You want anything?” You asked your Santo, then turned to look at the group of Santos you were sitting with, asking them the same. A few of them asked for chips as well, so with that, you turned on your heel and began to walk over to the porch steps that led up to the front door.

It all happened so fast.

You all heard the sound of tires screeching as a car rounded the corner. You turned around and saw a green car rolling up. No one had any time to react, no one even knew what the fuck was happening until it was too late.

“Prophets bitch! Fuck Los Santos!”

The sound of bullets hit your ears. It sounded like fireworks but they just kept coming and coming, never stopping for a second. People started screaming, running for cover, bodies hit the floor.

As soon as Oscar heard the bullets begin spraying his house, as soon as he saw that neon green car, his immediate thought wasn’t to get down for cover. It was to find you. To find you and make sure you were safe. Some of the homies he was talking too had hit the ground, blood beginning to pool on the ground below them. Some of them were shielding their girlfriends or each other for the bullets. Some of them had pulled out their own weapons and began firing back at the Prophets.

“Y/N!” He yelled out, voice deep and panicking, in the midst of the chaos. “Y/N..!”

And then he saw you. Laying on the concrete ground with a deep scarlet beginning to pool around you.

You didn’t know how to react. You didn’t even have time to react before your felt this burning pain in your upper shoulder and your chest area. And then you were falling to the ground fast first. You could feel a warm, sticky liquid beginning to wet your skin and you barely registered it as your blood. You were bleeding. You were shot.

“No. No no no.. Y/N..” Oscar rushed over to you, aware that the sound of gun fire had ceased and all that was left in it’s wake was frantic screaming and crying. All that was left in it’s wake was absolute chaos and destruction. And you’d been caught in the middle of it.

Oscar turned your body around to you were on your back and it was like his entire soul just left his body. He could feel the color draining from his face, the panicking really beginning to set in when he saw the gunshot wounds on your body. Your body, your clothes were stained red, only growing wetter by the second. Your eyes were open and you were struggling to breath.

“Y/N, baby. You keep your eyes on me. You keep your eyes on me, okay? Don’t stop looking at me.” Oscar instructed you, not bothering to conceal the panic in his voice. His shaky hands pressed down on your wounds, trying to stop the bleeding but it just wouldn’t stop. It just kept gushing out and it was staining his hands.

“S-Shit! Shit! No no, baby.. Call a fucking ambulance!” He yelled out to whoever was listening.

It hurt. It hurt and you felt like you couldn’t breath. Like you were underwater and you were drowning. The pain had started off dull. This dull burn that began to grow hotter and hotter. Your hazy eyes were locked on your panicking boyfriend as he did everything in his power to keep you from bleeding out but you could feel yourself starting to slip away. You could feel how weak you were growing.. your eyes began to close.

“No! Y/N keep your eyes on me! Damnit, keep your fucking eyes on me!” Oscar sounded like a lost, scared little boy. Not the tough, scary cholo that everyone was afraid of. No, in the moment; he was the one that was afraid. He was watching the love of his life slip away and there was nothing he could do.

 That sparkle in your eyes that he loved so much was starting to fade away into nothing and it killed him. It fucking killed him.

“Y/N, don’t close your eyes, baby. Please. No.. No! Y/N”

The last thing that you saw before your eyes finally closed was Oscar’s broken face, the tears that fell from his eyes, as he pleaded with you to keep your eyes open.

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Oscar was numb. Absolutely numb.

His hands were stained in your blood. His t-shirt was stained in your blood. And the look on your face as you laid there, choking on your own blood, desperately trying to keep your eyes open, was engraved in his head. There was nothing he could do to get that memory out of his head. Nothing.

He heard the sound of rushed footsteps and ‘Where’s my baby? Where is she?’ And as he lifted his head, he saw your family rushing down the hallway. Geny and Ruben had looks of worry on their faces, your mom had tears flowing down her cheeks and your dad looked just as frightened but he was clearly trying to be strong for your mom. Your Abuelita was in tow, holding onto the twins’ hands. And Ruby, Ruby followed behind his parents with this scared, terrified face.

Oscar stood up when he saw your family rushing forward and they all stopped short when they saw him, when they saw the state that he was in - covered in your blood. Scary amounts of it.

“Oscar.. what happened to my daughter.. what happened to her?!” Geny demanded, by her sobs broke through and his own demeanor cracked. Geny turned to her husband and buried her face in his chest, holding onto his shirt as she cried and cried for her young daughter. Abuelita stood back with the twins - they were confused, unaware of what was going on, why their mommy was crying, why everyone was scared, so she tried her best to make them feel at ease, to comfort them

Oscar, with tears blurring his vision once again, looked at Ruby as he sauntered forward. The young teen looked at all the blood that should’ve been in his sister’s body, not on her boyfriends clothes, and let out a shaky breath of air. “She’s gonna be fine, right? She’s gonna live?” Ruby was desperately looking for that comfort. He wanted to so badly believe that his sister was gonna be fine. That she was gonna be okay. Oscar wanted that too. No. No, he needed that. The heartbroken Santo gave a nod.

“Yeah. Your sister is gonna be just fine, alright?”

———

The entire family and Oscar stood when the doctor came walking forward and Oscar felt this dread in the pit of his stomach at the look on his face. Cesar had shown up at the hospital after Oscar had called him and told him what happened. The kids were all there, supporting Ruby. Your dad had called Mario and told him what had happened and Mario promised he’d be there as soon as humanly possible.

“Dr? How is she? How is my daughter?” Geny asked. The doctor let out a saddened sigh and it was like Oscar couldn’t breathe. Like he was dying too.

“I’m sorry.. we tried to do everything in our power to save her but the bullets did too much damage and she lost a significant amount of blood. I’m sorry.” The cry Geny let out was heartbreaking, utterly gut wrenching. She fell to the ground and Ruben went right down with her, holding his wife all the while tears streamed down his face.

Ruby started crying, shaking his head saying she couldn’t possibly be dead. Monse, Jamal and Jasmine were right there - hugging him. Comforting him.

But Oscar. Oscar lost it. His body hit the wall and he slid down to the floor, his legs having gone completely jelly. He could feel his heart physically breaking into a million pieces and it was the absolute worst feeling. Cesar was right there beside his brother.

“Oscar..” The younger Diaz murmured. Oscar shook his head, refusing to believe it.

“No.. No, she can’t be dead. She can’t.. she can’t be.. dead..” He started crying. Actually crying. The Santo buried his face into his hands and cried, his entire body shaking with this pain he never knew before.

He’d dealt with the loss of a mother who preferred drugs over her own children. The loss of a father who walked out on his kids. He’d dealt with losing friends before. But this.. this was something that just killed him. Crushed him completely. The pain was indescribable. The image of your face in your final moments.

You had just been smiling, laughing, having fun. He’d just kissed you! He had just kissed you and now.. you were dead. You were dead and nothing was gonna bring you back. That was something that he had to live with and deal with for the rest of his life.

Cesar wrapped his arms around his heartbroken brother and hugged him. Hugged him close and didn’t let go. Oscar didn’t push him away. He leaned on his baby brother for support, hanging onto him as if his life depended it.

Memories of your times together over the years replayed. Your first kiss, your first time having sex, the first time you both said I love you. Waking up to your face in the mornings when you’d stay over. Memories of you two just laying in bed together and doing nothing, talking about the future. Your future.

Oscar was never gonna have that again. With anyone.

You were gone.

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stripper-patrick · 4 years ago

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Pretty Doll 🧸 Oscar Diaz

Warnings: smut, filth, language, choking, unprotected, English to Spanish translation, kitchen sex, blood mention, cramping, pain

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Oscar Diaz x black plus sized reader

A hard 5 knocks come at my door and I groan after finally just getting to sit down. I had just finished cleaning the house and mopping and now I’m being bothered again. I stand up and sigh walking through the foyer to the front door. I wrap my hand around the bronze knob where I twist and open the door being met with these honey brown eyes that I used to go crazy for. Spooky.

“Hey Spooky. I’m sorry were you calling me?” I grab my phone out of my back pocket and he shakes his head.

“No I just figured now would be a good time to drop him off before it gets too late” I step to the side where he brings in our son, Zander who’s obviously sleepy.

“Hi mommy” he hugs my hips and I rub his back

“Hi baby”

“Uh I was hoping we could talk Y/N” I look at him and nod taking the sleepy boy by his hand. “Go in the kitchen and help yourself while I get him settled” I take Aamir upstairs undressing him and placing him into his pajamas which consist of some grey shorts and a paw patrol shirt. I get Zander in the bed and tuck him in kissing his head watching his heavy eyelids finally fall. I turn out the lamp and turn on his night light. I shut the door and go downstairs seeing Spooky sitting down with a glass of water. He taps at the glass and I sit down across from him waiting for what he has to say. He stays silent staring at the glass

“How was he today” I break the silence

“He was great yea we went fishing and he caught a big one. A snapper.” He nods “then we went and got lunch and walked around town for a bit”

“Sounds fun” a wave of silence falls upon us again and I look at him “Spooky did something happen?”

“Nah Nah me and Cesar are ok” he says “I just” he pauses for a second searching for his words “miss you” I feel my blood boil instantly after he said that. Our past was exactly the greatest. We used to do stupid shit. I got busted for petty theft then found out I was pregnant. Oscar took the blame for me but that doesn’t dismiss how I found 2 other bitches in the bed we shared. One of them being my very own blood.

“You miss me? The fuck do you mean you miss me? Oscar you fucking cheated on me with my sister. Everything that ruined our relationship was because of your selfish ass.” I stand up in disbelief noticing my fists balled and my body trembling in anger “because of you I don’t and will never talk to her anymore, because of you we aren’t the happy family I hoped for, and because of you Zander has to ask why daddy can’t come stay with us” I yell. His nostrils flare as he stands tall above me

“You done?”

“Am I done? Are you-“ I watch as his big brown eyes roll to the back of his head as I keep running off at the mouth. All of a sudden I’m cut short when his large hand is pressed to the top of my behind pulling our bodies close and his lips seal any leftover space between us. His kiss was like the first time, so mesmerizing, so sweet. I can’t help but place my hands on his shoulder while the other sits on the back of his neck. Oscar picks me up by my thighs where I feel his bulge pressing against my center. I try to grind down on it but he moans slapping the side of my behind. I’m pressed between Oscar and the stove feeling him grind against my gushing pussy.

He moves to my ear leaving a small kiss before whispering “Mi linda muñeca, te romperé” I let out a small moan just barely above my breath. I feel his lips curl into a smile against my neck.

“Please fuck me” I beg. Oscar drops his pants and I pull off my underwear. Just like old times he fills me up and puts my leg on his shoulder. My other leg hangs off his waist as he grabs the back of my neck pulling me closer. Oscar drops his head on my chest holding me close while plowing me out. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced and I can feel how bad he misses me. I ball up his shirt in my hand as he relentlessly plowing on my g-spot making me see stars “Oscar” I moan

“That’s it baby say my name. Whos making your pussy quiver like this”

“You fuck” he pulls my other leg on his shoulder somehow going deeper inside of me. Oscar speeds up his rhythm and I wince at the small pain but the pleasure feels so food to even speak on it. Oscar plants his lips on mine in a sloppy kiss and rubs my clit with his thumb making my hips jerk.

“I’m gonna cum” I warn biting my lip. I bring him close to me as our bodies move in sync bringing us to our highs. Oscar keeps a tight grip on my quivering thigh as my juices leak onto him and his inside of me. Oscar sucks on my neck moaning and groaning as he penetrates every drop of his cum into me. I run my fingers through his very short hair as he finally starts to slow down.

After a few more pumps he stops breathing heavily on my neck. I pull his face up to mine kissing him sweetly. My throat is dry from the moaning. “Can you stay the night please”

“Yea of course”

“And I need you to carry me I can’t walk” I laugh.

“Yes ma’am” he pulls up his pants buttoning them and sipping them up before pulling down his shirt. He picks me up taking me upstairs. I pull off my clothes not even bothering with pajamas. Oscar strips down to his boxers getting in the bed curling up next to me.

He turns on his side and I wrap my leg around his waist and my arm intertwined with his. “I feel like a backpack” I laugh. Oscar lets out a small rumble

“I hate you” he snickers

....

I wake up to terrible cramps in my stomach and I turn trying to push them away. The sun shines bright on my eyes forcing me to wake up. I sit up feeling more cramps hit. This is weird. I feel a warm wet feeling between my legs and pull over the covers seeing a substantial amount of blood on the sheets and in my lower body. “Oscar” I tap his arm and he stirs in his sleep turning his head to me. Eyes still closed.

“Oscar wake up” I grab my phone alarmed dialing my moms number

He finally opens those pretty hazel eyes and sees I’m in a panic “que pasa mamacita?”

“I’m bleeding and cramping really bad and I don’t know why?” He jolts up and sees the blood

“Is it your period?”

“No that already happened this month” I’m starting to get squeamish and antsy. My mom finally picks up “hey honey”

“Hey mom I need you to watch Zander I need to go to the hospital” Oscar comes around to my side of the bed and I stand up with his help. I double over in pain as another cramp comes my way.

“Why what’s wrong”

“I don’t know I just need you around here ASAP”

“I’m on my way” I hang up and go into the bathroom cleaning myself up and showering. “Jesus it hurts so bad” I say washing the blood off of me. Oscar is standing there swigging some mouth wash. I step out and he holds onto me so I don’t faint.

I brush my teeth and hear the doorbell ring “that’s my mom” he groans rolling his eyes. Oscar leaves going downstairs to open the door. I finish and go into my room grabbing some fresh underwear and a bra. I grab some leggings and a t-shirt and some crocs. I pull the sheets and Oscar and my mom both appear in the frame.

“Don’t worry about that I’ll have that done for you just go” she says. I hug her thanking her. Oscar walks with me downstairs.

“There’s a lot of pressure down there” I say. His eyes go wide because the last time he heard that I was in labor.

“Aw shit” he picks me up taking me outside. Oscar locks the door and I walk to the car getting in. He gets in on the drivers side backing out and I take a deep breath.

...

“So what seems to be the issue today?” The male doctor asks. Oscar studies him intently.

“Uhhh my period happened 2 weeks ago and shouldn’t happen for the rest of the month but I’m bleeding and cramping pretty bad” I say

“Ok have you been sexually active in the 24-48 hours?” I look to Oscar and he looks at me with a smirk

“Yes last night”

“Ok do you mind if I take a look?”

“Please” he puts on a fresh pair of gloves and I place my legs in the stirrups. The doctor goes down examining everything and he inserts two fingers inside of me which is highly uncomfortable. I can oscars hand trying to breathe through it. He touches my cervix and I gasp squeezing oscars hand.

“Your vagina is somewhat swollen and your cervix is bruised. That’s mainly caused my penetration”

“So excuse my language but you mean to tell me he beat my pussy up so bad that it’s now bruised?”

“Yes correct” he chuckles “we can prescribe you some for the cramps but other than that no penetration too crazy for the next 2 weeks just to be safe”

“2 weeks?!” Oscar speaks up

“Yes” he removes his gloves throwing them away

“You damn sure won’t be touching me for 2 weeks”

“I’ll write up something for you. Be safe” he leaves the room and I hit Oscar in his chest.

“Damn mami what you hit me for?”

“You bruised my cervix. It’s already bad enough your sons fat ass head just like yours tore my vagina and now you beat it up so much that it’s bruised” I’m completely shocked

“Well I mean shit the way you were moaning sounded like you didn’t want me to stop”

“I swear on everything I’ll kick your ass” the doctor comes back in with the note for my medicine

“Here’s this I sent it in and you guys are good to go” he leaves back out and I grab my leggings

“I’m glad I did it rather than some other asshole” he says

“If I could I’d kick you right now” I roll my eyes

#smut #fluff #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz smut #oscar diaz #spooky diaz #spooky smut #spooky #blood #black plus sized reader #black reader #poc

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pantherxrogers · 5 years ago

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Two Years Later

Pairing: Oscar (Spooky) Diaz x Turner!Reader (Jamal has an older sister, surprise!)

SPOILER ALERT - DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED SEASON THREE OF ON MY BLOCK!!!!

A/N: GUYS! I HAD to write after that season 3 ending! I love me some Spooky, but I want to continue the Core 5 story! This might turn into a little short fic with Oscar (Spooky) and his wife (aka Jamal’s older sister, so black!reader 🥰) reuniting the Core 4 + queen Jasmine to hash out their differences. Can this friendship be repaired, or is it two years too late? Stay tuned. 😘 SEND REQUESTS!

The tension was thick. Oscar could be so stubborn sometimes.

“Oscar, he’s your brother and MY nephew.” Y/n stepped closer to her husband and placed her hand underneath his chin. Oscar made eye contact with the wall because he knew he’d give in as soon as he looked at his love.

“There has to be something we can do.” She pleaded with him.

“Y/n, you know I’ve tried everything.” He lightly grabbed her wrist and placed a kiss to the back of her hand. Oscar finally looked into her eyes and saw the heartbreak behind them.

Y/n thought of the years she’d spent with these kids. Cesar had always been a rock to her brother, Jamal. She couldn’t bear the thought of such a sweet kid enduring what Oscar had been forced to deal with.

“Oscar, think of everything he’s been through. Think of everything you’ve been through. There was a time when you never wanted out either,” Y/n gently reminded her husband of how far they’d come.

Oscar felt a tug at his heart strings. He knew she was right.

“You know I’ll never stop trying,” He spoke honestly and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

The knocking sound startled the couple. Oscar walked towards the front door with y/n trailing close behind. His eyes were met with a face he hadn't seen in a while. Y/n noticed how his body tensed up.

“You take this one. I’ll be in our room.” He pressed a light kiss to his wife’s forehead and headed towards their bedroom.

Oscar didn’t know whether or not Monse knew what Cesar has been up to. He didn't have the heart to break it to the young girl. He knew his wife would know the right thing to say. They’d always had a big sister-little sister type of relationship.

With a puzzled look on her face, y/n looked through the peephole and her heart soared. She excitedly unlocked the door.

“Hey Monse! It’s been so long!” Y/n’s face lit up as she looked at the girl her younger brother once called a best friend.

“Hey, y/n! I decided to come back and spend this summer with my dad,” Monse nervously answered.

"Well, come on in!” Y/n bubbled with excitement as she led the younger girl over to the couch.

“Here make yourself at home. I’m going to grab some lemonade and glasses for us,” Y/n excitedly ran into the kitchen.

Monse’s eyes swept over the living room. Everything was so beautiful. Spooky really lives here? She shouldn’t really be surprised. Y/n always had great taste. Home decor was no exception.

Monse’s eyes scanned over the photos on the wall. Plenty of photos from Oscar in high school with a shaved head and mean mug, tightly wrapping an arm around y/n’s waist. In the photos of y/n and her family, Jamal’s smiling face stood out. Monse’s heart sank as she noticed a photo of herself, Cesar, Ruby, Jasmine, and Jamal laughing while posing for a photo. She remembers y/n taking that picture. It had been Monse’s birthday and the Core4 Core 5 planned a surprise party for her. That seemed like so long ago.

Monse lifted off of the couch to get a better look, and she heard y/n’s footsteps come back into the living room.

Y/n’s heart ached as she noticed the photo that Monse was looking at. Y/n came to wrap an arm around her shoulder.

“You know, sometimes friends can go through a rough patch, but that doesn’t discount all the good times they’ve shared,” Y/n rested her head on top of Monse’s as she tried to soothe her.

“I want to see them again,” Monse spoke in a clear voice and made eye contact with the girl she’d always considered to be her big sister.

“Monse, sweetie, I don’t know if you want to see him right now,” y/n sadly spoke as she thought of her nephew.

“I guess we’ll see.” Monse spoke and shrugged her shoulders.

“Until then, tell me all about that new school! They can wait for us to have some girl time,” y/n winked back and lightened the mood.

One things for sure: This summer is going to change things.

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Hi can I get a Sad Eyes x reader with numbers #15 & #46 from the prompt list where the reader is Oscars ‘little’ sister and she’s going through something (maybe MH issues?) and her liking Sad Eyes isn’t helping her and Sad Eyes is worried about her. Thank youuu lovely🥰🤎

The only MH issue that I would feel comfortable writing about is anxiety so I hope you don’t mind! I got a little carried away with this. *ALL credit for the name José goes to other writers*

Part 2 to this request!

TW: anxiety, panic attack

15. “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

46. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

GIF BY: @merakiaes 🖤

It had been a few days after the incident and her confessing her love for her brother’s best friend.

She cringed every single time she thought about it, wanting to go back and delete the message as if it never happened.

But she found solace in the fact that he’d admitted some type of feeling back to her.

“Jasmine— I feel terrible. What if he was just saying that to say it? To not hurt my feelings?” The doubt settling in rather quickly as she spoke to one of her good friends.

Jasmine sighs, “Babe, for as long as we’ve known him, he would never do that to you. Ever. And if he does, I’ll beat his ass up, honey.”

“I don’t know how to feel. I just need some time.” She nods her head, convincing herself that that’s all she needed, time away from him.

•••

As if on cue, Sad Eyes had shown up to the house to drop something off for her brother. She didn’t bother to leave her room to greet him and he noticed. Usually, she’d be the first to smile and hug him when she’d see him.

The shuffling outside of her doorway caught her attention for a second, hoping no one was going to come in, “Cesar— how’s your sister doin’?” José asks hushedly.

“She’s good. Just wasn’t feeling well today so she might be sleeping.” Cesar answers.

“It’s 6 o’clock... she never goes to sleep this early.” He thinks back to the times she’d stay up waiting for Spooky to come home after a late night meeting.

“Yeah, early night, I guess.” Cesar merely shrugs, trying to take attention away from the situation. “C’mon, let’s go see what Oscar’s doing.”

With that, the two of them leave. José’s first instinct being to burst through her bedroom door and give her a hug, like she’d given him so many times before. But, he composed himself, hoping she’d feel better tomorrow.

That night, he’d texted her wanting to make sure she was okay.

José Guzman: Hey. I stopped by.. Cesar told me you weren’t feeling well. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. Goodnight.

Her screen lit up with his name, her eyes welling up with tears as she read the message. She sniffles back a sob, locking her phone and putting it under her pillow, a stray tear streaming down her face.

The next day, she’d woken up with puffy eyes, getting out of bed slowly as not to disturb the pounding in her head. She brushed her teeth and did her hair, putting on clothes and walking out of her room into the kitchen where her brothers were.

“Good morning. You feeling okay?” Cesar was the first at her side offering her a bowl of cereal, to which she hesitantly took.

Oscar looks up from his phone, “What happened? Everythin’ okay, hermana?” His dark eyes concerned as he looked at his younger sister.

She nods slowly, trying not to cry again, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m okay.” She swallows down the lump in her throat, refusing to look at her brothers until she didn’t feel the urge to cry.

Anxiety was a bitch. Always had been. Not allowing her to fend for herself and especially making her think she wasn’t capable of anyone loving her.

José made it a promise, even though she hadn’t known, that he’d always be there for her just like Oscar and Cesar were. She was his to protect.

“¿Estas segura?” Oscar puts his phone down, putting his full attention on his sister.

“Si, estoy bién.” She grins softly, avoiding eye contact with him all together. He takes her soft hand in his, squeezing it gently, as if to let her know he was there for her. He’d always be.

“I’m gonna get going, Ruby’s waiting for me. I’ll see you later, text me if you need me, okay?” Cesar kisses the top of her head, grabbing his bookbag and walking out the door.

Oscar waits until the door shuts to talk to her, “If it’s your anxiety again— I want you to know you’re better than it. You can overcome it. Don’t let it bring you down, don’t ever lose yourself to it. You are stronger than it. ¿Comprendes?”

She only nods, afraid that if she speaks up, her emotions would get the best of her. She finishes up her breakfast, putting the bowl in the sink.

“Here— I got it. Why don’t you go rest for a little. It’s early.” Oscar points his chin in the direction of her bedroom, egging her towards it.

She walks to her room, taking him up on his offer, removing her slippers at her bedside and cozying up to her duvet. The message from the night before flashing in her mind. Maybe she’d find the courage to text him after her nap.

•••

She had woken up around 1 o’clock in the afternoon, feeling slightly better than in the morning. Checking her phone, she had messages from Jasmine and a missed call from Cesar. She quickly responded to both and opened the one message she had yet to reply to.

Diaz: Sorry I fell asleep early. I’m okay just had a bad headache.

Locking her phone, she got up to use the restroom. “Oscar? Cesar?” She called out around the hall, hesitating when she didn’t hear a response.

The sound of a door opening and shutting caught her attention as she shut off the tap, walking out of the bathroom. She jumps slightly at the sound of footsteps, turning around to see his tall figure standing there.

“My bad, I ain’t mean to scare you.” José puts his hand up, “I came by to see how you were feelin’. Cesar said you were home.” He clears his throat, looking over his shoulder and back to her trying to gage her reaction.

She shakes her head, “You didn’t have to. I told you I’m good.” She smiles though it didn’t quite reach her eyes, something he definitely didn’t miss.

“Stop pretending you’re okay. ‘Cause I know you’re not.” The words leave his mouth before he can stop himself, reaching for her shaking hand. He hated seeing her like this.

The middle Diaz lets out a shaky breath, finally finding the courage to look at him, “José, I just don’t— I’m scared you’re gonna lead me on. And I don’t want that, I really don’t. About the other night, I didn’t want you to say you liked me back just because I said it to you.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “You know that I love you, right? That I’ll always be there for you? I made a promise to your brothers that I would protect them but, also, that I would protect you in case anything ever happened. And I intend to keep that promise ‘til the end.” He punctuates his sentence with a kiss to the back of her hand.

“José—“ She stops, the room around her spinning, “I-I think I’m about to have a panic attack.” Clutching onto his shirt, her breathing picking up.

“Hey, hey, look you’re okay. I gotchu. I’m right here.” He holds her close, rubbing comforting circles onto her back.

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have to see me like this.” She sniffles, her voice coming out small against his chest. She felt as if the world was coming down around her and her heart was about to come out of her chest.

“See you like what, nena? I will love you at your worst and I will love you at your best. Lo prometo.” He kisses the top of her head, pressing his cheek to her forehead. “C’mon, let’s go to your room. Te ayudare, I’ll help you.”

The both of them walk slowly to her bedroom. He sits her down on the bed, helping her under the duvet as he situates himself so she’s still able to see him.

“My heart’s racing— I c-can’t calm down.” She closes her eyes, trying to focus on her breathing yet nothing was helping. She takes his palm and places it on her ribcage, holding it there firmly.

José sighs softly, smoothing down her hair, “You’re okay, mi amor. I’m right here, I’m not goin’ nowhere.”

“José— you need to hold me. It’s the only thing that helps.” She speaks breathlessly, scooting over on her tiny bed to give him room to fit. She knew it helped her because of the many times she’d ask Cesar to sleep with her on nights where her anxiety flared up more than usual. The presence of someone she loved near her would put her more at peace.

He lays behind her, one arm tucked into the crook of her elbow while the other rested on top of her head, soft caresses making her feel more at ease.

“Better?” He hums softly, feeling her breathing slowing down as she held his hand tightly.

She nods her head, “Yeah— just stay here for a minute. I’ll be okay.”

“I know you will.” He presses his lips to the back of her head, “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. Would you believe me then?” He asks even though he can’t see her face.

She opens her eyes slowly, turning her head to the side to look at him, “Really?”

“Sí, es verdad.” He assures her, the beating of her heart picking up under his palm again. He was worried he was gonna put her through another panic attack but she seemed better than a few minutes ago. More calm.

“I never knew. I just thought Oscar had scared you into never talking to me for longer than 5 minutes because he didn’t want anything happening between us.” She thinks back to all the times where José would simply drop her off at their home and leave, not a word more. And when he did have a conversation with her, Oscar was always there spectating.

“Well that too. Shit, if he were to see us now, I’d have my ass handed to me, mami.” José chuckles as she laugh softly along with him, the sound like a melody to his ears.

She leans up on her elbows looking down at him, “I feel better now. Thank you— for this.” Her eyes glimmering with what could only be described as love for her protector.

“Don’t mention it.” He leans up to kiss her shoulder, “I gotchu forever, nena.”

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