#Spooky Diaz Imagine

[sarcasticamentegiulia]

Is it crazy to want to write on On my block in 2024?

Hit it if you don’t think it’s a bad idea, I want to write!

[daydreamabout]

3:15 (Oscar Diaz Imagine)

Summary: You're in a situationship with Oscar, not sure if you want to be official. Inspired by 3:15 by Russ. All I ever tried to do was help you understand and grow Light the way for truths that if not for me simply wouldn't show 'Less you get somebody else who's on my level, but you know That there's no one on my level, you gon' realize if you don't I wish you would own up to your flaws And just say that you're wrong when you're wrong Instead of actin' like you're right, then it turns into a fight Now you're stormin' out my house in the middle of the night “What's on your mind?” Oscar interrupted your few kisses. You were currently all over him in your bedroom, as usually. You pecked his soft lips one more time and sighed “I don't think you should do it tomorrow.” you spoke softly. Your lover's dark eyes looked at you for a few seconds before he frowned “Don't start this shit again.” The anger about the same situation started to boil within you, so you got off of Oscar and laid on your back. “What is your problem?” you spat at him. The sudden tension in the room was obvious. He suddenly sat on the edge of your bed and gave you an intimidating look over his right. “I don't think we're close enough to have this kind of conversation!” “Wow.” You didn't know how else to react. He was obviously refering to the fact that you weren't sure how to label your 'thing'. You cared, a lot. But he was part of a gang and you cared too much about other people's opinions too. “I think you should go home. ”you let out bluntly without thinking. He turned his head away from you and let out a dry laugh “You know.... I fucking might!” and stormed off. ***

How come when I love somebody, part of me don't wanna stay? Every time I get too close, I just start pushing them away I know, I know Maybe I just wanna leave before they try to leave me first Maybe I don't wanna need 'em 'til they say they need me first I know, I know (yeah, yeah, yeah) Damned if I do, damned if I don't Drank Tequila, I can't drive home Hard to play cool, heart belongs to you I know that if I show that I keep my walls up, if you want me then you better start to climb WoMen who love me aren't rare WoMen who mean it hard to find Somethin' tells me that I'm right about you Please, don't prove me wrong They say love's a song for fools We're wise enough to sing along  “Back off!” you raised your voice and pushed the guy to the side. You were frustraded, ended up at someone's houseparty, drank enough Tequila to not drive home by yourself, but not enough to forget about Os. The porch made an exceptable place to sit down for a bit and re-think your previous thoughts. You wanted him. All to yourself. So you took all your courage and dialed his number. Oscar picked up after a while, but did not say anything. You could just see the seconds of the phonecall on your screen. “Can you pick me up?” you asked carefully. You could hear him sigh into the phone. “Where are you?” *** It took about 20 minutes until you could see the familiar red car pull into the street. You slowly got up and neared yourself the sidewalk. The car came to stand right in front of you, but before you even had the chance to get in, your lover already got out. He stood right in front of you and looked deep into your eyes. “You're in my head.” you said while pointing to your temple. The alcohol was definitely kicking. His eyes softened and you felt like there was a slight smile on his lips. He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it “Get in the car, Y/N. ” You continued to stare into his eyes. “I want everyone to know about us. ” His face seemed to light up a bit. He pulled you in and kissed your forehead before whispering in your ear “Get in babe, we'll talk about it tomorrow.”

But now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a game we do I tell myself I'm not that into you But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three And now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a thing we make We're skin on skin, I need this spell to break, oh But I don't wanna go, and I know that you know You're in my head like

[youare-mysonshine]

and if i said i kinda wanted to come back and start writing for oscar again…. what then??? 😏🙊

[stargirlposts]

El Malo

Chapter 3

I sat on my bed that night looking at the moon through my window. Tony is a good man and he loves me and maybe I can love him, but I have doubts. Fuck. I’m such a bad person.

It's been six weeks since Oscar got out. I've been keeping myself busy by working at my sister’s beauty store and avoiding Oscar. And I’m doing a pretty good job at avoiding him, if I do say so myself. I was finally walking home after I finished helping my sister with her store when I spotted Jamal, Ruby, and Monse.

“Monse!” I shouted her name with a smile and sped up to greet them.

“Hey, when did you get back?”

“I just got back today, hey do you know why Ruby and Jamal aren’t talking to Cesar, he tells you everything cause these shitheads won’t tell me anything” She walked next to me to look at Jamal and Ruby with an eye roll. Just when I was going to answer, we heard someone blasting their music and when we turned to look, it was the familiar red impala coming down the street.

Ruby shook his head, “We can’t tell you what Cesar said.”

“Fine, then I’ll ask myself”

She walked on the street and stopped right in front of the Impala, forcing Oscar to stop the car.

“Hey, you crazy!”

I turned to Jamal and Ruby.

“What did Cesar say?” I asked. I was curious to know why Monse was so upset and why they weren’t talking to him.

“Cesar said he hit it” I gasped and turned to look at Monse leaned over talking to Oscar.

“Jamal!” Ruby yelled and Jamal quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He turned to me”, look just don’t tell Monse”

“I won’t, but you know the truth always comes out, I’ll talk to-“

“Hey Y/N! Get in the car, I’ll take you home”

I turned to look at Oscar and crossed my arms.

“No, I’m perfectly fine with walking.”

Cesar turned to look at me with desperation in his eyes. I sighed and bid my goodbyes as I got in next to Cesar.

Oscar drove me to his house and asked me to stay for a while. But I declined and told him I was gonna pass to the bathroom and get some of my stuff, although I left out the second part. I was only gone for six weeks and the house is already a mess. Ugh, men. By the time I walked out, I saw Cesar sitting on the couch and Oscar sitting behind him on a crate, with Monse standing in front of him.

“We can go inside-“ Oscar cut him off by clearing his throat “, But uh if you wanna sit on my face, you gotta put that mouth on pause so I can concentrate”

All of the Santos laughed and he fist bumped Oscar. Poor Monse had the look of humiliation on her face.

“What the fuck? You put him up to this didn’t you!”

“Hey,” Oscar stood up and tried to get in my face “,don’t start shit.”

“Fuck you Oscar”

I was beyond pissed. How dare he try to intimidate me in front of his puto friends. I wanted to release some steam by hanging out with my friends but they were on the clock so that was a no and my mom went to visit family in Mexico, so I’m in a house all by myself . You must be wondering what happened to Tony. Let’s just say he could see I wasn’t Interested and he wasn’t mad. He told me he loved me and he’d be willing to wait for me when I realize Oscar ain’t shit.

I was watching tv in the living room when I heard movement in my room. I could feel my heart start racing. I sped tip-toed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I stood beside my closed bedroom door and waited for whoever was in there to come out. My heart sped as the door opened and I put the knife against the throat of the perpetrator. Only it wasn’t, it was Oscar. I let out a sigh of relief.

“What the fuck Oscar? You could’ve knocked on the door”

I walked to the kitchen with him following behind me and put the knife away.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to talk.”

“ I don’t have anything to say to you’’

“Haven’t seen you with that guy”

“What’s it to you?” I asked as I leaned on the kitchen counter. I watched as he stepped closer to me.

“I failed you a thousand times, yet you’re still mine”

He walked closer so our chests were touching, he held my chin up gently forcing me to look up at him.

“He seemed sincere unlike my flaws, but I’m the bad guy you don’t stop loving. You’re like Cinderella and he’s the pitiful fool and even though I’m not Prince Charming, I’m still the love of your life”

My eyes started to water and I tried to look down but he wouldn’t let me.

“Oscar- please”

“I love you, Y/N”

I felt a tear run down my face and Oscar leaned his forehead against mine touching my nose with his.

[sageworld]

guys guys guys i’m back in my omb era please send reqs

omb characters i write for

Oscar

sapo

cuete (i already have a fic or two posted)

jamal

cesar😒

ruby !!!!!

[themuselesswriter]

Imagine: You are in a love hate relationship with Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

“What do you want?”

“Can you stop being a little puta for a minute and hear me out?

“Why are you here Spooky?”

“I heard you were in trouble so I brought the homies to help”

“I told you to stop following me around”

“Lay your hands on me ever again and i’ll cut them off”

“Welcome home papi”

“Happy anniversary, through hell and back, ain’t it?”

[reblogandlikes]

Randomly getting Kudos and comments on a fic you wrote some time ago and still being giddy. Like, thank you for taking the time to indulge in my daydreams.

[webinurcloset]

he knew who’s idea it was 😂,, “I’m above your level papi. I stay home all day with my baby’s and take your paycheck at the end of the week. You wish you were on my level!” OKAY 💅 💅💅💅

Oscar Diaz-Shut Up Mom!(MBS)

Hey guys! Hope you enjoy this request!

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@b3mybunnybaby

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“Mommy can you help me with a Tik-Tok prank on daddy?” Carlos asks from where you rest on the couch with your swollen feet up, Alexander taking a nap in your arms.

“I wanna watch Tik-Tok.” Angel says as he sits in time out from a tantrum he had minutes prior.

“No talking. You sit there and think about what you did.” You warn him before turning your attention to your third born,”What do I have to do?” You ask him with a smile, you needed some excitement in your life and this was the perfect way to get that. Especially since your little girl was about to be here any day now.

“Okay so all you need to do is...” Carlos begins to explain the instructions, even showing you a few videos as a reference,”Got it?”

“I do, but do you think you can out run your dad? Maybe we should tell Anthony or Junior to do it.” You suggest, already knowing that Oscar doesn’t play when it comes to your kids being disrespectful.

“Junior won’t be back until this weekend.” He says as he thinks his idea over,”Let me go ask Tony.” He decides before taking off up the stairs and into their shared bedroom.

“Mommy? Can I come sit with you now?” Angel asks quietly from the corner,”Pwease?”

“Are you sorry for being mean to Alex? You have to share with him, he’s your little brother. And soon Santana is gonna be here, are you going to be mean to her?”

“No mommy, I’ll be good. I’ll tell Alex sorry when he wakes up.”

“Okay, but if you mess up one more time today I’m telling daddy.”

“No! No daddy! I’m a good boy. Pinky promise.” He says as he runs over and jumps on the couch next to you,”I’m gonna be a good big brother.” He says as he carefully places a kiss to the sleeping boys head before doing the same to your stomach.

“I believe you. Now shhh, don’t wake him up.”

“Shhh.” He repeats with a head nod before laying back against the cushion and grabbing his tablet.

“Okay mom, I’ll do it but if he ends up grabbing me I’m throwing hands.” Anthony says as he comes down with Carlos.

“I’ll have your back.” Carlos says firmly with a clap on his back. Angel chiming in that he will to as he keeps his eyes focused on his game.

“Then you better run fast.” You laugh,”He should be home any minute now, so stretch those legs.”

You guys end up practicing a few times, Alexander awake in his pack n play by the time Oscar’s truck is pulling into the drive way,”He’s here, get ready!” Angel screams as he peeks out the window. Carlos hands you his phone, the app already set up before taking a seat with Angel. Anthony sitting on the steps mentally hyping his self up.

“Best looking Diaz is home!” Oscar shouts out after walking in the house and kicking his work boots off by the door,”Whatcha all doing?” He asks as he joins you all in the living room, undoing the buttons on his dirty uniform.

“Nothing I’m just trying to get these boys to clean up their rooms.” You sigh after pressing record, Oscar leaning over the back of the couch to peck your lips in greeting quickly,”They haven’t been listening to me all day.”

“Why aren’t they clean?” He asks as he looks in between the three older boys,”I’ll go throw away every toy and video game I bought if those rooms aren’t spotless by tonight, when your mom says to do something you do it. Understand me?”

“Yes sir.” All three boys nod simultaneously.

“Well go on then, I’ve been telling you all day. Anthony please clean y’alls bathroom too.”

“Oh my god, shut up mom. Quit nagging so much.” He says as he stands up, Oscar snapping his head over to the older boy so fast and dangerously walking towards him.

“The fuck did you just say?” He asks lowly,”I know damn well you ain’t talking to your mom like that.”

“I did and what?” He retorts, you guys deciding to take it a bit further than the original videos.

“Getcho ass over here!” Oscar shouts as he reaches out for his shirt, Anthony two steps ahead as he takes off in the opposite direction.

“Now Angel!” Carlos screams as they each grab onto Oscar’s legs and hang on for dear life.

“It’s a joke Oscar! Chill out!” You laugh as you scramble to your feet,”Look it’s for a video, I knew he was going to say that.” You add as you stop recording and show him.

“Oh y’all trying to play me for a fool?” Oscar says as he reaches down and picks up Angel by the ankles and holds him upside down,”Where you in on this? Huh?” He asks him with playful anger.

“No! Mommy help!” Angel laughs as he swings his body back and forth.

“Put my baby down.” You scold with a smile as you grab him with a low groan,”You’re so heavy now.” You comment as Oscar snatches Carlos up from the ground and holds him at arms length,”I know this was your idea.”

“Maybe.” He says innocently as he flashes his smile, a few baby teeth missing and being replaced with incoming adult teeth.

“Haha. You all think you’re so funny, I was about to air the whole roof off of this house. Y’all need to ask about me, you just don’t know what dads capable of.” Oscar boast as he lightly shoves the scrawny kid away with a push to his forehead.

“Um can I come back down?” Anthony yells from the top step.

“Yeah come down!” Oscar says, rubbing his nose with his thumb and index finger,”I ain’t gonna hurt you. Don’t be scared now.”

“It was for Tik-Tok.” Anthony says as he slowly descends from the steps,”I wouldn’t talk to mom like that for real.”

“You’re lucky.” Oscar jokes as he throws a few punches in his direction,”Don’t mess with the big dogs hyna.”

“Aye, I’m not that scared.” Your second born laughs as he doges the hits,”You ain’t that athletic anymore dad, old age is getting to you.”

“Hey! We’re practically the same age and another thing I’m your wife. Once upon a time I was your hyna, but you can’t call me that no more.” You scoff playfully as you sit back down with Angel, Alexander growing upset that he hasn’t got any attention yet.

“Yeah, but you look like a teenager, dad not so much.” Anthony laughs

“Aight, ima let that slide for now.” Oscar smirks as he goes over to pick up the baby after blowing a kiss and wink your way in understanding,”When you’re least expecting it though ima be on that ass.” He jokes before turning his attention to Alex,”You wouldn’t play a prank on daddy? No you’d never do that.” He says, placing a kiss to the top of his head after.

“What’s a hyna?” Angel asks looking between the two of you,”Whatever I don’t care, I have fruit snacks. Um mommy can I go get some pwease?”

“Yes, just one bag though. You can all go get a little snack, I’m ordering Chinese for dinner so don’t go overboard.”

“Awesome!” Carlos says before all three boys head into the kitchen.

“Y’all better eat at the table!” Oscar calls out behind them,”I don’t need any roaches in this house!”

“Yes sir!” They all shout back

“Bring me him.” You say and wiggle your fingers in their direction.

“You have a baby in your stomach, hold that.” Oscar says as he takes a step away,”Besides he’s the only one that didn’t play a prank on me so I’m gonna go give him some juice and cuddles.”

“What?!” You laugh as you throw your head back,”If you don’t give me my baby back and go change out of your dirty work clothes I’m gonna...”

“You’ll what? Chase after me?” Oscar teases as he bounces Alex in his arms,”Come on mama, come take him from me.”

“I don’t even have to get up, watch this...Alex, mommy’s baby boy. Come here.” You say and hold your arms out from the couch,”Come to mama.”

“Mama.” Alex says as he reaches out for you with a smile, his legs kicking out,”Mama.” He repeats with grabby hands, not waiting even two seconds before he begins to wail.

“Not fair.” Oscar says with squinted eyes as he hands him off to you,”That’s okay cause my princess is gonna be all about daddy. Then you’ll finally see how it feels to be second favorite.”

“It’s cute that you think your second, you know that’s Cesars spot.” You joke, Alex already calm in your arms as he sucks his thumb.

“What’s this, make Oscar upset day?” He scoffs as he leans over you,”Cause it’s working.” He tells you before pressing his lips to yours lovingly once again.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight.” You mumble against him mouth with a smile,”But you need to go shower first.” You laugh and turn your head away a second later,”Now please.”

“This smell coming off of me is called hard work mami. Hard work and money!” He laughs as he walks backwards towards the master bedroom,”Get on my level!”

“I’m above your level papi. I stay home all day with my baby’s and take your paycheck at the end of the week. You wish you were on my level!”

“You’re a smart ass.” He chuckles as he points at you,”But I love it.”

“Hmh love you.” You say and stick your tongue out at him, Oscar flicking you off before disappearing out of your sight.

“Mommy!” Angel shouts from the dining room,”Come in here with us!”

“Coming, give me a second.” You huff as you set Alex down and opt for holding his hand instead as the two of you head to join the other Diaz boys. A good time to ask them what other prank could be played on their daddy.

[whereslynx]

Dating Antonio “Sad Eyes” Guzman would be like..

pov: (sadeyes) golden retriever x black cat (you) trope !!

a/n: thank you for the request! :) sad eyes was actually one of my favourite characters — he just seemed so humble. p.s, in this oneshot, i’m kinda insinuating that you grew up with Spooky and Cesar, but it’s up to you if you choose to imagine yourself biologically related to them.

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In the midst of the Santos and their chaos of retaliation, there was Sad Eyes.

He was always the one to stand middle ground, but you lost count on how many altercations he deescalated between the Santos. His undying loyalty to the Santos allowed him to be the calm in the storm and the voice of reason in a world of wrath. He was dedicated to his compas, and carried his duties to back them up with intent.

But there was something else— No, someone else, that taught him to carry himself the way that he does.

You.

Before youse started dating, you had caught his eye long before you even formed an opinion on him as an individual.

But this man didn’t have to know you to fall in love with you.

He observed the way you weren’t afraid to speak your opinion in a room where it wasn’t favoured, and the way you weren’t afraid to stand alone and carry yourself through life.

It drove his urge to take care of you and lift you off your feet insane. So, when he finally asked you out and got accepted, he swore an oath to himself to give you the world.

But, having a boyfriend like Sad Eyes wasn’t always easy.

Growing up under the wings of Spooky, you learnt quickly and adapted easily to the cruelty that the world burdened you with whilst you thrived in independence. Spooky had taught you to not depend on anyone, ensuring that if he wasn’t there to aid you, then you’d be strong enough to be on your own.

It was funny, really; You had Spooky’s attitude and Cesar’s heart and confidence. Anyone from a mile away could spot the Diaz effect on you.

Many would think that your fiery and outspoken demeanour would rival Sad Eyes’ laid-back and calm one, but the way that man followed you around like a lost puppy was baffling. He shadowed your every move, making sure you had everything you wanted and needed.

“Are you sure you got it? I can carry it for you, guapa.” He’d say, following closely behind you with a big grin whilst you carried shopping bags into the Diaz household. “Ay, Dios, Antonio, I told you I got it!” You would exclaim with a sigh, waving him away as you shuffled into the house with your bags.

Moments like these would be followed by fellow Santos chuckling and shaking their heads, witnessing how attentive Sad Eyes was to your needs despite your insistence to stay true to your independence.

“Just let the chica do shit on her own, Sad Eye.” Joker would laugh, “She doesn’t need you to be her Superman.”

But Sad Eye would only shrug his comments off, “No, compa.” he’d shake his head, “She just isn’t used to it.” Sad Eye insisted, wandering off to plot on how he’s going to make you let him help you.

But on those days where life was getting a bit too heavy on your shoulders, and everything just seemed to turn against you no matter the reason, you found yourself leaning onto Sad Eye more than ever.

It’d be a rare occurrence that Sad Eye treasured each and every time.

He would be gentle, and he’d listen to every word you’d tell him. Whether it’d be things you needed to get off your chest, or simply just the things you’d ask of him.

“You’re too good for me,” you mumbled with your head laid on his chest. “No, mi vida. You’re just too hard on yourself.” Sad Eye would lowly chuckle, running his thumb across your skin. You only scoffed with a small smile, “Don’t bullshit me, tonto. I hardly do anything to please you. And yet, you give me so much.”

Sad Eye wrapped his arms around you with a childish grin,

“When will you understand that what I give you is a reflection of my love for you, and not an act to enforce debt onto you.”

[genderfluid-library]

1, 3 and 4!! 💞💞

Was your OC influenced or inspired by any particular fictional character(s) when you made them?

Carrie got the name Carrie because of Carrie white! Main character to Stephen King's carrie. I have adored Carrie for so long that when making my own oc I watched the movie in the background.

Carrie last name Gomez is inspired by Gomez Addams because of how devoted I made her to Luz. I wanted a character who was hurt but loved so devotedly.

Luz was a recent name change. I kept flip flopping on her name so many times and kept changing it until the owl house came out. I absolutely adore Luz Noceda from the owl house and I couldn't help but imagine if Luz (toh) and Luz (oc) meeting. Before hand Luz would be named after various final girls.

Luz Last name Diaz is from star vs the forces of evil. I loved Marco. My girl. I really wish Marco could have been a trans girl in the show but in regards to Luz, I gave her Marco's last name because shes the most cautious compared to Carrie but does love ghost hunting. She has her fun.

2. What genre (not counting the one they’re in) would your OC thrive in?

I mentioned how bsd would fit carrie and luz to you before but let me talk about Viv and Nova.

I love jjk so i tried to make ocs but did not like the story in the end . then thought about carrie and luz, because i have favs within my ocs but still did not like it.

But what made me realize who would fit, Viv and Nova. Their story is about them dying and becoming demons. In order to keep living they have to punish the living. I can't help but think of Nova and Viv as sorcerers who drifted away after having to deal with curses and how often people died only for Nova to come back and beg for another chance to spend the rest of his days left with her. 4.What media does your character enjoy?

Carrie and Luz are magical girl and superhero lovers. Carrie has a die hard crush on starfire and Luz adores supergirl. They both adore spiderman in horror or more spooky media Carrie and Luz both love the child play franchise and the addams family.

Carrie loves junji ito and emily carrolls comics.

Luz loves Carrie, Coraline and invader zim.

Viv loves the labyrinth movie, the dark crystal series and puppetry in general. She also loves childrens horror media like goosebumps or scarewaves. In her universe she loves the idea of being a future kids nightmare.

Nova- Loves the muppets. Kermit is his icon. The Wizard of Oz and disney movies, His fav princess is mulan. and anything that has to do with alice in wonderland. Including the video game alice maddness returns.

[biisexualemma]

sleep. oscar diaz

word count: 1.6k

warnings: language

request: hiii ;)) could you do an imagine where Spooky falls for the reader who has a brother in the gang? thank you xx

a/n: not sure if this is exactly what was in mind when the request was made but it’s what i wrote anyway! hope you like! also sorry about this gif it literally breaks my heart every time i see it but i couldn’t find a better one that fit yikes

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you sat up, eyes glued to the television that hummed quietly, lighting the dark room. your eyelids drooped every so often but you could not will yourself to fall asleep. you sighed, tucking your legs under yourself, holding a bowl of cereal in your hands as you continued to munch on your midnight snack. you hardly noticed when oscar came plodding into the living room until he moved in front of the tv.

your eyes moved upwards to him, his eyes tired and hair tousled from how he had been sleeping. his eyes squinted a little before he moved to sit next to you on the sofa. he relaxed into the cushion, holding out his arm which you fell back into.

"can't sleep?" he murmured, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. you shook your head, putting down your bowl before cuddling into his chest. you listened to his steady heartbeat for a while, your eyes drooping slightly as you relaxed.

"no," you mumbled a soft reply, tucking your face away from him. his free hand grazed your cheeks, moving loose strands of hair out of your face. "didn't mean to wake you, m'sorry."

"s'alright," he shook his head, leaning against the top of your head, breathing in your scent. "jus' can't sleep without you anymore."

you hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his clothed chest. you revelled in the comfort of having oscars arms securely wrapped around you, letting your arm drape over his stomach. he pressed a kiss into your hair, holding you tighter for a second. you sat in silence for a while, your mind was overworking itself again, why you couldn't sleep properly in the first place.

as much as you tried to focus on what you had, you couldn't help but think about everything that had changed and worsened since oscar got jumped out of the gang. it had never bothered you much, what he did for a living, your brother had been involved in that lifestyle for as long as you could remember. you were used to it. but oscar had come to the end of his tether, he took his out and took you with him.

you were happy to leave, you had always wanted to do more, wanted more from your life than oscar could have given you if he had stayed. and you wanted more for oscar.

but leaving meant oscar was cut out completely. cesar wouldn't talk to him anymore, after everything they'd been through. and sad eyes, your own brother, wouldn't so much as look at either of you. oscar being cut out extended to you somehow and you were struggling to accept that. it had been you and your brother for a really long time, and now to have no contact, for him to act like you don't even exist, was messing with you a little.

"you're quiet," he mumbled, his cheek smushed against the top of your head. "what you thinking about, mami?"

"nothin'," you didn't want to dredge up this conversation again. there was nothing you could do to change the situation and you weren't about to make oscar feel bad about it. you knew he already felt pretty guilty about tearing up your family, no matter how many times you told him that you chose him.

"y'sure?" he nudged you gently. you hummed. his hand moved to your face, cupping your cheek to move your head back so he could look at you. his eyes darted between your eyes and you bit down on the bottom of your lip. "what's botherin' you?"

you shook your head softly. "nothin' i promise--"

your whole body jolted when the banging started outside, your eyes went wide, oscars hand moved to your head, pulling you down and shielding you. "get down!" he shouted to you, pushing you further down till you were out of the shot of the window and onto the floor.

you felt oscars hands leave you once you were safe. you glanced up to see he'd grabbed the gun he kept hidden nearby and was moving to the door. "no," you mumbled, scrambling to get back on your feet. you startled again when there was another bang, covering your head with your arms but you saw no impact anywhere. it wasn't gun shots. oscar had already sussed this and was making his way outside.

you could hear some kind of commotion, following him to the doorway. maybe you were being stupid but you weren't going to lose him any time soon. you wouldn't allow it.

but as you got to the doorway you noticed a round of familiar faces. cesar was busy bashing in the headlights of your car and your brother, standing idly by watching him do it. "hey!" you shouted, following oscar along the footpath leading down your lawn. "what the hell do you think you're doing, pendejos?"

your eyebrows were knitted tightly, your eyes darting between your brother and cesar. cesars eyes met yours, they were cold and unforgiving and most of all, angry. you weren't used to seeing him like this, you missed the sweet little kid you used to hang out with all the time. this wasn't like him at all.

"doesn't concern you, puta," you quirked an eyebrow listening the name fall spitefully from his lips. you took a step closer to him, ready to scald him but as you did, the rest of the gang, including your brother, took a step closer to you.

"you better watch your mouth, mano," oscar scalded his younger brother, eyebrows knitted tight. he wore an expression you hadn't seen for a while, not since he left.

"you better watch that hyna, cabrón," your eyes moved to your brother who had made the comment. you gulped on the lump in your throat, watching as he looked passed you and to oscar. his eyebrows knitted, lips pulled into a tight frown.

"you wanna go there, hermano? eh?" you lost your temper for a second, marching over to him and shoving at his chest. nobody touched you. nobody had been allowed to touch you when oscar was head of los santos, your brother his second in command. somehow those rules still seemed ingrained in the other santos members. all but one, who seemed to be new because you didn't recognise his face. his hand moved to your shoulder, pushing you back away from your brother. you towered over this kid he was so small, slapping his hand away. "quién mierda eres tú?"

you were surprised when sad eyes grabbed the kids shirt and yanked him away from you. you narrowed your eyes, clearly upset by everything that was happening. you didn't understand why they had to be such assholes about everything.

oscars hand moved to your waist, pulling you away from the gang of santos that you fearlessly were hovering in front of, clearly looking for a fight. "get the fuck out of here, todos ustedes."

cesar teared his eyes away from you and back to his brother. "watch your back, hombre," he teased, backing up, his gang of goons following him. "mantente fuera de mi negocio," he spat on the ground. "doesn't concern you anymore.”

your chest was rising and falling quickly, pushing oscars hands from your waist after they’d left. you turned your back on them and oscar, stomping your feet as you moved back inside. oscar followed behind you.

“i can’t believe those two,” you couldn’t help but raise your voice, all your frustration and upset was coming out after the confrontation. “fuck them— fuck los santos— i never want to see either of them again.”

you were rambling, your anger pouring out of you all at once. your throat tightened, running your hand through your hair and tugging on the roots.

“i know,” oscar mumbled, trying to approach you with a level of caution. “c’mere, mami,” he closed in, reaching out to you with open arms. you shook your head, your palm against your forehead, trying to disguise the tears forming in your eyes. “ma, c’mon,” oscar spoke softly, he was calm all things considered.

you caved, letting him engulf you in a hug. one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other against the back of your head, tucking you in closer. you sniffled, resting against his chest, arms slowly moving around his torso. you squeezed him, taking a deep breath and giving yourself a minute to calm down a little.

“‘this what’s been keeping you up?” you were gripping the back of his shirt in your fist when he spoke again, not wanting him to pull away anytime soon. you just nodded, snivelling again. you felt a lot calmer after only a few minutes, oscar was pretty good at that. he tucked his head into the top of your head, lingering a kiss there. “m’sorry, hermosa. i know this is hard on you too.”

you shook your head, forcing yourself to pull back just a little so you could meet his eyes. “i chose you,” you reminded him. “‘n’ i don’t regret that,” your nose was tinted red, eyes still wet from tears and your face flushed from all the yelling. oscar frowned at the sight, squeezing you a bit tighter. “but i miss my brother, no matter how big of an asshole he is. and i know you miss cesar as much as i do, if not more.”

“they need time, they’ll come around,” he wasn’t sure they would, but it was what you needed to hear, and maybe he needed to hear it too. he pressed a short kiss to your forehead. “pero por ahora, y espero por siempre, eres mi vida, mi familia,” he mumbled against your flushed skin.

“te quiero,” you mumbled quietly, tilting your head back to catch your lips against his. “siempre.”

[stargirlposts]

El Malo

CHAPTER 2

(I know I took quiet a minute to post this but I lost my drafts in my old phone cause it fell in water 😭 and I didn’t back anything up but it’s here it also took a while cause I don’t really like how it turned out im having major writers block so some feedback would be great ps. Thank you for the likes and reposts it means a lot to me

I couldn’t sleep all night after Cesar told me that Oscar is getting out tomorrow. I don’t know what to expect or what’s gonna happen. I cuddled up on the couch as I thought back to when Oscar and I were younger. Him and I had always known each other, not personally but my house was down the street from his, so when I would walk to school, I would walk past his house . As we got older, Oscar and I always exchanged glances but we never talked.

I had never even told my friends about the glances that we shared, he didn’t tell his friends either, it was just something between us. I can still remember when one day I saw him with those beautiful dark curls and the next day it was all gone. Or when I saw his Santos tattoo for the first time.

I always thought Oscar was attractive but I wouldn’t ever dare act on it. He was a santo and I was a goody two-shoes, I never thought he was interested in me. I was the complete opposite of the ideal girl for him in the position he was in as a santo. But he didn’t care about that. He was different. He is different.

But, I’m concerned about how Oscar getting out is gonna affect Cesar. He seemed real distant after he told me that Oscar is getting out. I’m scared about what’s gonna happen

Cesar and another santo went to pick Oscar up, I didn't want to stick around for when they would come back so I decided to go to my mom’s house.

“Mija, you can't hide here forever. You’ll have to face him eventually” my mom stated softly as she stroked my hair lovingly.

“I thought you didn’t want me anywhere near him” I stated as I turned to look at her.

“And I don’t, I told you multiple times when you were a teen not to go anywhere near him and that he was no good for you but look where we are now “

I rolled my eyes with a sigh, “ I have Tony, he’s good for me, isn’t he?”

“Well, from what you’ve told me he is but I’m your mom, I know you don’t love him”

“I don’t know how to leave him, he’s been so good to me but he’s just not-“

“He’s not Oscar “ she started cutting me, “ You’re gonna hurt him if you keep lying princess”

“I told myself I’d learn to love him and I will, it’s just taking a while”

My phone buzzed and I looked to see it was a notification from Cesar

Cesar💙: he’s out.. we’re heading back now

I turned my phone off and told my mom I was going to my room. I was gonna relax and take a nice bath and everything was gonna be fine.

I was writing in my journal when I heard a knock on my door and my mom opening the door halfway.

“Caesar is here to see you ,” she smiled softly and patted Cesar on his shoulder.

“ Hey, Cesar” I said to him as I put my notebook in my bedside drawer.

I saw his eyes looked red and I tugged his wrist to sit down on my bed.

“What happened, what’s wrong?”

“Oscar is forcing me into the gang, I don't want to Y/N..”

We both knew this was gonna happen even before Oscar got arrested.

“Do you want me to talk to him even though I really don’t want to see him but you know I’d do anything for you..”

“We both know nothing's gonna change his mind, I’m scared of him, I don’t think even you could change his mind..He asked about you, I think he wants to see you”

I rolled my eyes but I’m not gonna lie and say that didn’t warm my heart. My mom knocked on my door telling me that she was gonna do a quick run at the store and then pass by Geny’s house. My mom and her were very close practically sisters. Cesar and I talked but then he got a message from Oscar so I walked him to the door, but when I opened it, I felt my heart beat a million times more..there he was the love of my life, Oscar Diaz.

Cesar cleared his throat and started walking out “I’ll wait in the car”

The 1966 Cherry red Chevy Impala. Oscar and I share a lot of memories together in that car.

“You’re not gonna give me a welcome home hug”

I finally looked up at him.

“I’m seeing someone Oscar” I stated as I crossed my arm, and looked down. As much as I wanted to hug him and kiss him, I couldn’t.

He chuckled at this “Yea, I’ve heard, but he’s not me, you’re still mine Y/N..”

“Oscar, it’s not the same anymore”

“You can lie to yourself but we both know, you still love the way I still love you” he gently touched my chin and closed the door, leaving me to wipe away my own tears.

[kyloswarstars]

Campfire Confessions

On My Block • Oscar "Spooky" Diaz x Reader

A few weeks ago some really drunk make out thing between your best friend Oscar and you had happened. You stopped it before you went too far. Ever since you’ve been deeply torn by the feelings for your best friend you knew had somehow always been there but couldn’t be pushed back anymore since that incident. And Oscar, with his stares across the campfire, didn’t make it any better.

Words • 3.3 k Warnings • some cursing; smoking

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It was an incredibly hot day. Heat usually wasn’t much of a problem for you but today the sun was burning down so hard it almost melted the asphalt. You could smell the fumes, tasted them on your tongue while you were sweating out of every pore your body called its own. And if that wouldn’t have been enough already, the Santos decided to light a bonfire in the Diaz backyard as soon as the sun started to set.

The place was crowded. People were spread everywhere, occupying damaged couches and close to giving out camping chairs. Those, who hadn’t been able to save themselves a seat, were either standing around with booze in their hands or just flopping down on the parched grass.

Of course you didn’t have to sit on the ground. You were always offered a spot on one of the couches. A few minutes ago Sad Eyes had sent away the guy next to him so you could sit down. He was talking to you, tried to get your opinion on how to solve a complicated relationship problem with his girl. You weren’t listening. Occasionally you hummed some approval or nodded your head in between drinking but you didn’t pay attention. You felt a little guilty because Sad Eyes was a good friend and he was always there when someone needed help but you simply couldn’t focus on his words.

Your full concentration was on acting like everything was normal and that was a really tough task because nothing was normal.

It would be normal if you sat next to Oscar, chatting and laughing and drinking with him. But he sat directly across from you in a chair with the bonfire between you because you had fled all evening from him, adamant not to sit down next to him.

Ever since that incident a few weeks ago, which had made things not normal for you, you constantly searched for space from his proximity. And you damned your hardest to look everywhere else but at him.

An elbow to your side made your head abruptly turn to Sad Eyes. He looked at you in disapproval. „You are not even listening, are you?“

You stared at him and rummaged through your short-term memory if you could find the words he had said. Impossible. „I’m sorry.“

For a moment he thought about if he was disappointed that you didn’t listen. Then he just shrugged and got up. „Another beer?“

You nodded and as soon as he walked away another Santos took over his seat. Luckily, he didn’t strike up a conversation because you wouldn’t have contributed to that one either. You observed the backyard, stared into the flames and when you dared to move your eyes higher… Oscar’s eyes were already on you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look away once your eyes were locked with his. Those dark eyes were piercing you down with flames reflecting in them. He didn’t think about moving them away from you, too. If things were normal this would be a staring contest and the first one to look away would pay the next meal at wherever you would get takeout from.

Things weren’t normal. Oscar’s lips curled up as a reaction to your own facial expression. You were confused, thinking about the incident, and it probably showed.

A few weeks ago you got drunk. That type of hardcore getting drunk close to a blackout where you were still able to control your senses but not enough to resist what you longed for in the depths of your buried mind. Oscar and you had been on your own, which was rare because the Santos were around six out of seven nights a week.

You were watching a movie and at some point Oscar went to the kitchen to get some snacks but came back with tequila. He insisted on shots. You couldn’t recall anymore how it happened or who started but the next thing you remembered was that you kissed your best friend. Oscar and you made out in his living room. And even though being completely wasted, you had been able to stop before it got to a stage where you couldn’t pretend it never happened later on.

The heat rose to your face and it wasn’t from the campfire where some old furniture remnants were burning down to dust.

Oscar pulled his eyebrows together, lips sharp. He stood up and nodded at you. After being best friends for as long as you could remember, you knew him inside out: you were supposed to follow him.

Not a good idea. Absolutely not. You didn’t stand up from your spot. Instead you took a long sip of your beer.

„Y/N.“ Oscar called out your name. It didn’t sound threatening but it was loud enough for the people around you to take notice. He wouldn’t make a scene right there and then but Oscar was always up for surprises so you could never know for sure.

With a sigh you got up and followed him inside, through the house, outside again and reluctantly sat down next to him on the front steps.

He lit a cigarette and you stole the one from behind his ear to light one yourself.

Things weren’t normal. Neither of you had said a word about what had happened after that night.

You had been quite shocked. If you were true to yourself you knew that there was something inside of you that longed for more. That there was something more than platonic love for Oscar. But you had always suppressed it because you didn’t want to ruin the beauty of your friendship. It was like your brains were connected and worked best with a constant, very intense exchange of thoughts no matter the topic. So you never moved on those feelings deep inside of you because it would bear the risk of losing that connection with Oscar. And you were very aware that his sanity would wear extremely thin when he couldn’t discuss shit with you anymore if things ended on bad terms between you.

So you had stopped that drunk making out thing. Before you could regret it or you foolishly stormed into a ‚relationship‘ and figured out that you didn’t work out as ‚lovers‘.

„I’ve done a lot of thinking.“ Oscar’s voice dragged your brain from that night back into reality.

You took a drag of your cigarette. „About?“

He sighed. And then cursed under his breath. He tossed the remnants of his cigarette away and then did the same with your unfinished one. Oh oh. Oscar putting out cigarettes before they were smoked up was a sign of him wanting the full attention. „About the fact that I want you, Y/N.“

The faint sounds from the backyard gathering were echoing.

It wasn’t completely dark yet. There was still enough light to see his face. And his beautiful eyes. But his sight got blurry quickly when he bowed down. Oscar pressed his forehead to yours and the moment his skin was on yours, you felt your breathing stop.

Not a good idea. Not at all. A million thoughts were racing through your head. Something tried to lure you into giving in. Because he was so close and because of those feelings deep inside. And because it was Oscar.

And because it was Oscar��� you couldn’t. You sighed and inhaled him. „Don’t say that, Oscar.“

„Why not?“ He didn’t move back, his skin still on yours and a hand moving to your neck to prevent you from backing away. „Wasn’t it you who always wanted the radical truth no matter the consequences?“

„Yes,“ you whispered back. „This is an exception, though.“

„It’s not.“

„It is.“ You took an attempt to free yourself from his proximity but he didn’t let you escape. „This time we could risk what I care about most. Our loyalty for each other.“

Oscar shook his head against yours and you used that movement to finally get out of his grip. He stared at you like he had thought about this conversation for a long time now.

„Do you think we would be less loyal if we finally allowed ourselves to love each other in the way we already do but haven’t admitted yet?“

As soon as the word ‚love‘ left his lips your brain went into panic mode and pure excitement at the same time. Sweat was building on your skin, made your palms wet and sent a shower down your spine. This state of mind was torture. For your part, yeah, you knew you had feelings for him. To hear Oscar stating that he had them as well made you even more torn.

„No,“ you admitted in all honesty. And inhaled. „But once we fuck this up – and one day we will – that’s when it becomes a problem.“ You got up from the front steps and brought a few feet between you. The distance helped clear your mind and focus on the important things. „I’m going insane without you and you wouldn’t make it long without me either. So no, I don’t want to risk that.“

Oscar looked at you in confusion. He knew the part of you that liked to overthink things to the point were it almost got self-destructive. Maybe that was what was happening right now but he just had to understand your point.

„So what?“ He got up, walked over and tried to block your way. Oscar also knew your preference for escaping conflicts when they got too much. It led to the two of your circling each other because you were standing in the front yard and there were 360 degrees available for your escape. „You’re scared because you don’t know what will happen in the future? You decide to forbid yourself things because of that?“

You didn’t respond.

„Did you ever think about that you might cause losing this loyalty because you decide not to follow your heart?“

„I–“ He was right. Both of you knew it. Both of you were extremely stubborn too, though. Oscar pushed you into a metaphoric corner were you wouldn’t give up in.

He sighed, rubbed his face. „We don’t know what’ll happen, Y/N.“ His hands grabbed your arms and the circling around stopped. „But I for sure know that fear is a bad reason to make decisions on.“

Your heart was longing for you to throw yourself into his arms, continue with where you had left of that one night. Your brain couldn’t back down. The fear was real, at least it felt like it. The many what-ifs made everything else fade into the background.

„I can’t,“ you said firmly.

Oscar swallowed and waited for a few seconds if you really didn’t change your mind. When you didn’t say anything else in the next minute, the second and third minute, he dropped his hands. „Okay.“ He turned and walked off to the backyard.

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It had been the right decision. That night you felt horrible after Oscar left you standing there. The next day, when you met up for the usual Sunday lunch with his brother, everything was back to normal. Like nothing, absolutely nothing ever happened. Not the night before and certainly not the night where you had made out.

So far so good.

Until the weeks went by and you noticed how easily you let yourself get pulled into small problems. How you blew them up just to distract yourself from this slowly growing void in your chest. Small conflicts with your family, bigger arguments with Oscar and getting totally upset by all the things in this world going wrong which you couldn’t change.

And then you hid under your blanket every night, ashamed of how you behaved.

But it didn’t get easier. So you skipped every other night of the Santos gatherings. At those few you attended, you only lingered around, drank your drinks and… watched Oscar hooking up with this same girl over and over again.

You had to watch how she sat on his lap and how he grabbed her thigh, how he shoved his tongue into her mouth and how he caught you staring still throat deep into her.

When she started to call him her man as if to claim her territory, that’s when it began to really crush you. Her being all hands around him and Oscar totally engaging with it.

It turned out to be as he had predicted. You drifted apart because you tried to hold onto what had been between you in the past. But that wasn’t what was between you in the present anymore.

The more often you saw him with this girl, the more obvious it got. What was happening right now was exactly happening because you didn’t take that risk. In the life you lived you had to take many risks and Oscar was never one you wanted to take. And thinking you wouldn’t lose him if you followed our brain, not your heart, was exactly what drifted him away from you.

You zoomed out more often and you couldn’t really make it stop. At work, taking the bus, in line for checkout.

Another Friday night came up. You lay in bed, faced the ceiling, tried to not think of Oscar but whenever you finally were able not to think about him, you were brought right back to him.

The phone on your bedside table went off. Texts, questioning if you would come tonight or not. You didn’t want to.

She’s not gonna be here tonight, Sad Eyes added after you had left him on read for too long. For a second you were shocked to see those words. Then it didn’t surprise you that he might have figured out why you had been so absent the past weeks. He knew Oscar and you pretty well.

With a groan you got out of your bed and contemplated if it was worth it changing into other clothes. It wasn’t. Hoodie and shorts were fine for a Diaz backyard gathering.

Only a handful of people were there when you arrived. But the fire was burning, high.

You flopped down on a couch and pulled your bare legs up, the fire warming them. Someone sat down next to you with a thud. You turned your head to Oscar who handed you a can of beer. For a second you wanted to decline, go home and hide under your blanket. But that little tug at his lips made you take the can and open it.

A little while both of you stayed silent. You stared into the flames all while trying to ignore that Oscar closed the distance between you a little more every other minute. Until there wasn’t an inch between you anymore and his thigh burned hot against yours.

He cleared his throat. „So,“ he whispered carefully, only for your ears to hear it, „is this how you wanted us to be? Distant? Not sharing secrets anymore?“ It hit right in your guts.

„No,“ you bit your lips.

„Huh.“ Oscar scoffed. He didn’t send angry vibes – stressed out ones. „It’s not too late, you know?“

„For what?“ You turned to him and found him staring at you. Oh, how his face glowed, illuminated by the fire.

Oscar smirked: „To kiss me.“

The sudden pull towards him, created by his words, made you jump up. The sudden move was even for you a little shocking. So… you stormed off. His footsteps following you didn’t make you come far. Around the next corner, he made you stop with a hand around your wrist. „Wait“, he softly turned you around.

Out of breath. Out of excuses and blankets you could hide under. Out of your mind you stared at him. „What about your hyna?“

„She’s not mine and I’m not hers,“ he stated, simple as that and you believed him. Within the last couple of weeks he, damn it, he had fooled you to realise it all.

„I’m not gonna kiss you or anything, Oscar.“

Laughter was filling the darkness. His deep-out-of-the-belly one. You loved that one so much because it was rare. And contagious.

„Am I a fucking clown or what’s so funny?“ This time, though, it didn’t make you laugh yourself. It made you furious.

„Last time you said that, you kissed me a minute later.“

It took a little while to sink in. To go back in memory, view the night before your eyes. Tequila blurred memories of pushing Oscar away because he tried to touch your face over and over again. Pushing him away when his lips brushed against your cheek. Telling him, that you wouldn’t kiss him. Trying to resist him. And then finally giving in and being the one to kiss him.

„I’m not repeating my mistakes.“

„No, you’re not.“ Oscar stepped closer and placed his hands in your neck. He wanted to prevent you from escaping again. „That’s why you’ll do it. To correct the way bigger mistake of thinking that not giving into your feelings would be the way to make sure we would always stick together.“

The heart inside your chest ached. Because he was right. It was torture to accept it but even more torture to slowly drift away and eventually lose him. Sometimes, you had to jump, not knowing what would be next, right? Sometimes, that was the only way to survive.

You closed your eyes. His body wasn’t touching yours, only his hands on your neck. Your brain was still screaming at you but the longer this distance between your bodies existed, the more your heart just wanted pull him in. So you did.

When you opened your eyes, you tiptoed and pressed your lips on his. For a few seconds he didn’t kiss back, probably startled that it was actually happening. But when Oscar understood that this time, you wouldn’t back out, his tongue welcomed yours and his hands were all over your body. You stumbled back, crashed into the house wall behind you, but didn’t stop kissing him.

Oscar eventually drew back to look at you. To study your face and trace along your cheek. A faint smile tugged at his lips. You were scared but also very much excited.

He kissed your temple and instead of heading back for your lips, he wrapped his arms around you tightly. There hadn’t been a hug ever since that tequila night and only now you realised how much you had missed his protective arms. You swivelled around, felt his hands lightly brush your back and then tiptoed to kiss his neck every so quickly. The little tease brought his lips finally back to yours and within another break, when he stared at you, Oscar wanted to say something but didn’t. And he didn’t have to say it out loud because you already knew.

Fear is a bad reason to make decisions on.

[garbinge]

to this day this is one of my fav on my block fics 🥹❤️

todo cambio || chapter 1

Summary: One drunken night between best friends Camila and Oscar changes everything between them.

Pairing: Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz x (OC) Camila Martinez, Jose ‘Sad Eyes’ Guzman x (OC) Sofia Diaz

Warnings: cussing, smut in future chapters, angst.

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: Alright y’all, I’m really excited about this story. It’s a collab with @spookysmujer. We’ve been planning and planning this for daaays. Camila is my OC and Sofia is her OC. We is excited lmao. Also, since Sad Eyes’ name is never mentioned in the show, we decided to make one up for him; MEET JOSE LMAO. This is more like a filler chapter, to kind of get the ball rolling. Enjoy!

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*four years ago*

“Here, I got your nasty ass red bull.”

Camila walked up to the Diaz household, clutching a plastic bag full of chips, snacks and drinks from the bodega only a block or two away. She walked over to Oscar who was standing in front of his precious impala, tinkering with something under the hood. He’d always tried to teach her about cars, about how to fix something under the hood should she ever find herself stranded - the only thing she managed to retain was how to properly change a flat tire.

“Nasty ass? You just don’t have good taste, Mila.” Oscar wiped his hands down with a rag, turning to look down at the short, dark haired girl. He threw a smirk her way as he took the cold can from her hand, opening it and having a drink. She gave an airy chuckle.

“Clearly I don’t if I’m friends with you.” The raven haired female started walking up the path that led up the front steps of the house.

“You should consider yourself lucky, shorty.” Mila lifted her hand, middle finger up. She heard Oscar’s rumbling laughter behind her and a smile of her own came to her face. She pushed open the wooden door, walking into the familiar house that she’d been in plenty of times before. Sitting on the couch was Sofia, Oscar’s younger sister.

“Hey bambii,” She greeted the young teenager. “I got the water balloons. Where’s Cesar?” At her words, the youngest Diaz sibling came bounding into the living room.

“Right there.” Sofia said, giving Mila a sarcastic smile. The older female rolled her eyes.

“I can see that, smart ass. Hola Cesar.” She walked over and ruffled the young Diaz’s hair, to which he promptly pushed her hand away, but he wore that big smile on his face. “Ruby’s coming later. Mama made him stay and clean his room.” She snickered. “But I got the water balloons. Are you traviesos gonna help me?”

With young Sofia and Cesar standing beside her, the three got to work with filling the colorful water balloons up with water - they were laughing, smiling, and definitely making a mess with the water. “Oscar’s gonna be mad that we’re spilling all this water.” Cesar sad as he tried tying one of the balloons, some of the water spilling onto the floor.

“Not at Mila, you know he can never be mad at his girlfriend.” Sofia teased, wearing that smirk that was so similar to Oscar’s. Camila rolled her eyes, gently pushing the Diaz girl.

“Callate mocosa. You know I ain’t his girlfriend.”

“Mhm, whatever you saaay.” From beside Camila, Cesar was snickering, laughing at the playful bickering between the two females. The older of the three wet her fingers with the water running under the tap and she flicked it at Sofia.

“Shh. Cállate, Nina. Come on, grab that. Let’s go. Maybe if we sneak up on Oscar, we can get him with some water balloons.” Armed with a bucket of water balloons, the three sauntered out of the kitchen, past the dining room, the living room and finally out the front door. Camila grabbed a red water balloon from the bucket that Cesar was holding, meanwhile Sofia grabbed another. Together, the two females crept forward - Oscar was busy under the hood of the car, some music playing softly from a speaker.

“One.. two.. three..” The two threw the water balloons at Oscar, though their aim was a bit off - Camila’s balloon hit the drivers side door meanwhile Sofia’s hit the hood. Oscar stood up straight, on high alert - his eyes were darting back and forth, looking at his surroundings, but he deadpanned when he saw the culprits. Cesar was laughing, as were the two girls.

“You two are lucky that shit didn’t go inside the car.” He spoke. He grabbed the hood and slammed it down, closing it.

“Yeah? What would’ve happened if it had?” Sofia questioned her big brother, crossing her arms over her chest, giving him that devilish smirk that she was perfecting. But Mila could see the playfulness shining in her big brown eyes, sparkling under the afternoon sun.

“Aye Cesar, come here.” Ever the loyal little brother, Cesar went bounding over to Oscar. Oscar ruffled his brother’s hair and then reached into the bucket to grab one of the water balloons, tossing it from hand to hand. Camila had started backing up, a little smile creeping up onto her face. Sofia had started backing away too. “I don’t know. Wanna find out?”

“Oscar.. Oscar, don-“

Oscar raised his arm to throw the water balloon at Camila and Sofia, who had fully prepared to run back up those steps and into the house, but it never came. It never came because the sound of police sirens filled their ears.

Now, considering that they lived in Freeridge, an inner city riddled with gang violence and crime, hearing police sirens and gunshots wasn’t out of the ordinary. They grew up around it, they were used to it, as sad as it was to say. Especially the Diaz siblings who’d grown up in and around a gang. But what was alarming was the fact that police car came racing down the street that Oscar lived in.

It almost seemed like time slowed down as the cop car came to a halt in front of the house - people poked their heads through their windows to watch the scene unfold, some people had stepped out of their house to watch. The smile that Camila wore was wiped off her face in an instant and it felt like someone had dumped an entire bucket of ice water on her. It felt like she was watching a scene straight out of a movie play out in front of her.

Two officers stepped out of their police cruiser and approached Oscar, hands hovering their guns. Oscar’s face had gone deadly serious - his jaw was clenched, but his eyes.. his eyes had a sort of.. acceptance in them. Almost as if he knew what was coming, almost as if he knew it was gonna happen.

“Oscar Diaz?” One of the police officers asked him. Oscar said nothing, just nodded his head. “I’m gonna need you to drop that, put your hands above your head.”

“Oscar?” Cesar asked. “Oscar what’s happening?”

“Oscar, what’s going on?” Sofia spoke up, sounding every bit as alarmed as they were all feeling. But Oscar.. Oscar kept that stoic expression on his face. He didn’t resist. He didn’t fight. He didn’t run. He did as told. The balloon he was holding in his hand exploded against the pavement as he dropped it, water wetting the concrete. He raised his hands up and the police officers stepped closer to him.

“Oscar- No. No what are you doing! Stop!” The bucket of balloons that Cesar was holding fell to the ground in a heap as he rushed forward. Mila sprang forward, gathering the youngest Diaz and pulling him back. Tears had gathered in her eyes as she locked eyes with Oscar. She could see the emotion swimming in those chocolate pools of his - a thousands wordless emotions coming at her all at once.

“W-What’s going on? Why are you arresting him?!” Mila finally found her voice, albeit shaky and heartbroken, as she cradled Cesar’s cry and shaking form close to her body. She walked back over to Sofia and cradled the young 14, soon to be 15 year old in the same fashion. She was holding them in a desperate attempt to shield them from watching their brother, their only parental figure, be hauled off in handcuffs.

“Stop! Let him go!” Sofia cried out as the officers handcuffed Oscar once they searched him for any drugs or weapons. With his hands handcuffed behind his back, Oscar was hauled off to the cop car, and that was when the real screaming and crying started. Sofia started thrashing in Mila’s arms, desperately trying to break free from Mila’s hold. And Cesar, he did the opposite - he was holding onto Mila as tight as he possibly could, crying out for Oscar.

“Oscar! No, please! Let him go!” Mila couldn’t keep the tears at bay as she watched her best friend shoved into that police car. By now it seemed that the entire neighborhood was standing outside and watching the heartbreaking scene unfold. Watching as young adult Oscar Diaz was arrested, watching as his young best friend did her best to console his crying siblings all the while her own heart was completely shattering in her chest.

“No! Oscar!” Sofia managed to break free from Camila and rushed forward, but one of the police officers attempted to stop her, keep her from reaching her brother. “Get away! If you come near me, I will fight you!” She choked out between cries.

“Stay here, papito. Stay, okay?” Mila rushed over to Sofia and grabbed the girl who was desperately fighting, desperately trying to reach Oscar. “Fia.. Sofia, please.. Come on, come on..” Her own words were broken, completely full of hurt, but she needed to be strong. She had to be.

It was then that Sofia completely broke down. She stopped fighting, she stopped struggling - she buried her face in Camila’s shoulder and cried. All the older female could do was hold her. Hold her tight. She couldn’t say that everything would be okay because she didn’t - she didn’t know if everything was gonna be okay. Cesar walked forward, red faced and teary eyed and hugged his older sister and the girl that had almost become like a mother figure to him in the time that he’d known her.

With her arms locked around the youngest Diaz siblings, Camila locked eyes with Oscar, sitting in the back of the cop car. Their eyes met and his face faltered for a bit - his hardened expression dropped, his eyes shining with what she perceived as unshed tears. She could almost read the thought that was at the forefront of his mind;

‘Take care of them.’

And so she did.

—————

Four years ago seemed like a lifetime ago. An eternity. Yet at the same time, it felt like just yesterday.

Camila Martinez and Oscar Diaz had met back in high school. He was a sophomore and she was barely a freshman. Her first year in high school and she had been rather nervous. Excited to finally be in high school, but she couldn’t shake those nerves that she felt. She had ended up meeting Oscar when she was trying to get her locker open - she had been an overzealous little freshman, holding way too many books than her small body could even support, and on top of that, she couldn’t seem to figure out how to get her damned locker open.

Oscar had been walking by with a few of his friends and he’d spotted her struggling. She was barely balancing her books in her arms all the while trying to open her locker and while he found it completely comical, the young sophomore couldn’t just walk pass like everybody else seemed to be doing and let her completely make a fool of herself. The teen with a head of curly black hair had sauntered over and asked her if she needed some help and the rest, as they say, is history.

Camila and Oscar were two completely different people with two completely different personalities yet they got along so well. Whereas Camila was a bit more shy and calm, Oscar was the firecracker, saying what was on his mind without a second thought. They balanced each other out perfectly.

The more time they spent together, the more the two learned about each other - she learned about his ambitions, his hopes and dreams to become a professional chef. He’d told her about how he always watched his papa cook and how he wanted to do it too. He’d told her about how he had two younger siblings - Sofia and Cesar, and she’d told him about her own younger brothers, Mario and Ruby. It was almost comical to them that only a few years later, their younger siblings would become friends as well.

However, Mila soon learned more about his life - his mother wasn’t around, having finally chosen the life of drugs over her children, and his father, gone too. Not a word to his young children. No phone calls, no letters, nothing. Oscar found himself having to raise his younger siblings with no help except from those that were in the gang with his father. It was a life that Mila had desperately hoped he’d stray from - she wasn’t naive. Sweet and nice, sure, but naive, no. She’d grown up in Freeridge, she knew how gangs worked, she knew what happened once you were in a gang - there was no getting out.

That once vibrant, hopeful curly haired teen who wanted to become a chef became Spooky. By her sophomore and his junior year in high school, Oscar had been jumped in - she still remembered the night that he came knocking on her bedroom window. She remembered ushering him inside, Oscar hissing in pain with every move he made - it wasn’t until he was sitting on her bed that she saw the extent of his injuries. Bruises littered his torso, he had a split lip, a blackening eye. But the look in his eyes? The defeat? That was the worst of it all. It was horrible and she hated it. She hated knowing that Oscar was in the gang, knowing that he’d never be able to get out.

Those hopes and dreams he had were gone. He didn’t care about going to culinary school anymore - the one thing he was focused on was providing for his siblings. The one way he knew how to ensure they had a future, to ensure they had a roof over their heads and clothes on their bodies was by joining the gang.

Camila remembered the fight that they’d had when he joined - a lot of words were said, a lot of yelling was done;

“You don’t get it, Camila! You grew in a stable house with two parents. You never have to worry about how you’re getting your next meal, or how to pay the bills. I don’t have that luxury! I’m doing what I have to do to make sure that Cesar and Sofia have a least a little bit of a good life. They deserve that and I don’t need you giving me shit!”

The two of them hadn’t talked for a week or two after that but she eventually went around to his house, littered with a bunch of Santos. She told him that while she didn’t like that he joined the gang, she’d be there for him because he was her best friend, because she wasn’t gonna leave him to raise his siblings alone, she wasn’t just gonna leave him alone to deal with it all.

That tanned skin of his became inked with a Santos cross on his neck, and soon he started adding more tattoos to his collection. The teardrop tattoo was the most startling one of them all because Camila knew the meaning behind it. She just knew. The Oscar that she once knew was gone, but she never turned her back on him.

After Oscar had joined the gang, her parents had been less than thrilled at her affiliation with him. They hadn’t wanted her to hang around him anymore but they knew better than anyone that Camila and Oscar were practically glued at the hip. Nothing could tear those two apart from each other.

She had been fresh out of high school, 19 years old and saving up money from her little job at the grocery store to get herself her first car. Oscar, at the time of his arrest, was 20 years old and she still remembered that day like it had just happened. It was fresh in her mind. The tears, the crying, holding Sofia and Cesar in her arms and trying to figure out where to go from there on out.

He’d been arrested and charged with a felony drug possession that landed him an eight year sentence in Corcoran. She’d been devastated - she was angry, heartbroken, and more than anything she wanted her best friend back.

Now, here she was 4 years later, 23 years old, and on her way to pick up Oscar and she was practically buzzing with a nervous excitement. Due to good behavior, the Santo was being released early and she couldn’t have been more thankful for that. Of course, during his extensive time in prison, she’d visited him and talked to him on the phone but.. it wasn’t the same. She saw him in that orange jumpsuit, handcuffed, behind a thick glass, only speaking through a telephone. She was actually gonna see him in person. She was gonna be able to touch him and hold him.

“You okay?” Camila spoke up as she spared a glance at Cesar, who was sitting beside her. They were in Oscar’s cherry red impala, driving down the vast open road that she’d driven down before to go and visit him. She could just barely begin to make out the looming building up ahead. Cesar was fiddling with his thumbs, looking out the window. She could practically sense the nerves radiating off of him.

“Hm? Oh yeah.. yeah I’m good.” The youngest Diaz looked to Camila and offered her a small smile.

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know. I’m actually pretty nervous myself.” She admitted, giving him a warm smile. “It’s gonna be fine, okay? He’s coming home, Cesar. Your brother is finally coming home.”

Sitting in the backseat wearing her headphones, blasting music louder than hell, was Sofia. The middle child. The rebel, as Camila had taken to calling her. When Oscar had gotten arrested, it hit both siblings really hard but it hadn’t hit Cesar quite as hard as Sofia. Camila had taken responsibility over the two and she saw the downfall of the young girl - her grades began slipping, she began going out more and more, partying and getting drunk. Mila knew there was resentment towards Oscar because of his arrest, she knew it stemmed from the fact that their parents had abandoned them as well. Despite the drastic change in Sofia’s attitude and personality, the two females found themselves getting close, despite the age difference. Sofia looked at Camila like an older sister - always there for her, always calling her out on her shit even though it pissed Sofia off sometimes. They fought and argued but it was Camila that kept Sofia from really going off on the deep end.

“Has he.. has he changed?” Cesar piped up. It was Oscar that said he didn’t want Cesar visiting him in prison. Cesar had went once - it was when he had just barely gotten locked up. Camila had gone down to see him with Sofia and Cesar and when the hour was up, she remembered hauling away a crying and screaming Cesar. Oscar had called her the next day and told her that he didn’t want her bringing him out anymore. He didn’t want his little brother to have to see him like that. Camila also knew that Oscar really couldn’t handle seeing Cesar cry out like that for him.

“He’s still bald,” She chuckled. “Um, he’s gotten taller too. More muscular. But um.. I think prison kind of hardened him up. I think this life hardened him up, changed him.”

“Do you think he’ll ever go back to how he was? Before everything?”

“I don’t know. Only time will tell, right?”

Another 15 or 20 minutes and the three were anxiously waiting outside of the looming gates. Camila stood leaning against the car, Cesar beside her on her left and Sofia on her right. The younger dark haired female still had those headphones on, blasting music, looking down at her phone as she scrolled through her instagram. Camila sighed, nudging the female Diaz.

“What?” Sofia asked with a bored tone, looking at her. But Camila had grown to know her better in the last four years that Oscar was gone, she had learned to read her, gauge her facial expressions and reactions. She was just as anxious, she just hid it better.

“Take those off.” Camila said. “Please?”

Sofia sighed but did as told, removing her headphones. She leaned thru the window and tossed them into the backseat before straightening up, resting against the cherry red car, arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t see why I had to come. I could’ve stayed home.” She spoke.

“Because he’s your brother? Our brother?” Cesar spoke, looking over a his older sister. “And he’s finally getting out. Why are you acting like a bitch for?”

“A bitch? Shut up, little boy.”

“Basta! Enough! Jesus Christ, you’re worse than the twins, and those little shits stay trying to glitter and fight each other all the time.” Camila spoke up, exasperated, recalling the many many incidents where her younger twin siblings fought each other mercilessly. “Looks I know you don’t wanna be here but.. Oscar’s coming home, Bambii. He’s finally coming home, okay?” Mila’s words were soft, hopeful and caring. “Just.. don’t look so miserable. Please, for me?”

Sofia gave the older girl a small little smile. “Only for you, and because you said please. And because you’re buying me a michelada after.”

Camila chuckled, turning to face the gates once more. “Alright fine, bitch.”

It seemed like hours had gone by when really, it was only just minutes. Camila swore she felt her heart stop beating in her chest when she heard a buzzing sound. She could’ve sworn her heart jump started once more at a hundred beats per second when she saw Oscar, flanked by two correction officers, walking over to the gates. It was like the breath was stolen from her body when the gates slowly rolled open and Oscar walked forward.

Camila couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t contain her excitement or emotion. She ran forward quicker than lightening and jumped into Oscar’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Oscar gave a deep chuckle - she could feel his chest vibrating against her own. His arms strong arms wrapped around her small frame and held her close. Both of them, they stood there holding each other for a few good second, just savoring the feeling of each other.

“Dios mio, I’ve missed you Oscar.” She said, unable to keep the emotion from her voice.

“I’ve missed you too, Tiny.” Pulling away, she looked at him, at his face. He looked older now, hardened, just like she’d said to Cesar. The teardrop and Santos cross tattoo stood out against his tan skin, and his eyes shone brightly under the bright, blistering sun.

“I’m gonna forgive you for calling me Tiny, just because of how much I’ve missed you.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek before unwrapping herself from around him. Her feet planted themselves on the floor, her head barely coming up to his shoulders. He looked down at her, smirking.

“Not my fault you’re so short, Mila. Four years and you still haven’t grown at all.” Then, his eyes fell on his siblings, on Sofia and Cesar.

Cesar took a few hesitant steps forward, and Oscar motioned him over. “Come here, kid.” The youngest Diaz sibling walked forward and fell into his brother’s arms. Oscar wrapped an arm around Cesar, leaning down to press a small kiss to the top of Cesar’s head. His face was serious, but Camila could see the emotion shining in his eyes, she could see a thousand emotions swirling in them. So many emotions that he didn’t know how to convey or say. “I’ve missed you.” He spoke firmly, voice hard.

“Um, yeah.. yeah me too.” Cesar spoke, giving his older brother a small smile. Oscar’s eyes then came up on his unenthused sister, still leaning against the car, arms still crossed across her chest.

“Bambii.. look at you, you’re all grown up.” Oscar said. “I can’t get a hi or a hug?” He asked.

Sofia gave her brother a sarcastic smile, sarcasm simply dripping from every single pore. “Hi, Oscar. Welcome home. I’ve missed you.” She walked over, wrapping a single arm around his muscular torso. “It’s just so good to have you back home.” The tall Santo clearly wasn’t amused or impressed, giving his sister a deadpanned look. Mila simply sighed, scratching the back of her neck.

“Okay! Let’s go, yeah?” Camila spoke up, clapping her hands together. She dug the car keys out of her pocket and dangled them on her finger up at Oscar. “Did you forget how to drive or do you want me to?” She teased.

“Gimme those.” Oscar snatched the keys from her finger and walked around the vehicle, eyes taking in every little minuscule detail. Everything he missed in the last four years. Sofia climbed back into the backseat, with Cesar following beside her, occupying the spot next to her, meanwhile Mila sat in the passenger seat.

“I didn’t crash your car Oscar, there’s not even a scratch!” The brunette said to her best friend as he finally got in the car.

“Yeah, four years later and I still remember how you ran over the curb when you were trying to park. Fucked up the rim.” Oscar put the key in the ignition and started the engine. A little smile came to his lips, dimples just barely poking through. “Sounds the same..”

—————

Sofia had just put the finishing touch on her makeup when she heard the front door open and shut in quick succession. She sighed to herself, pursing her plump lips, deep chocolate eyes surveying herself in the mirror. She had a party that she’d been invited to and she certainly was not gonna miss it. Yeah, her brother was home, finally, but truthfully, the last thing that she wanted was to be near him.

“Don’t you own anything that goes past your knees?” Cesar asked as he leaned against the doorframe, watching as his sister put on the sandals that went with her outfit. She wore a cute spaghetti crop top, a form fitting short denim skirt with a little slit on the side, showcasing her smooth, tanned legs. The female Diaz turned and looking at her younger brother, shooting a sarcastic smile his way. “You know Oscar’s not gonna let you go anywhere like that.”

“Hm, well Cesar, unlike you - I don’t live to kiss his ass. I didn’t even know that you could kiss anybody else’s ass other than Monse’s until Oscar got back.” She snickered. Cesar’s face went serious, eyes giving her a nasty look. Meanwhile Sofia went about her business, grabbing her purse and stuffing her phone side, as well as her house keys and other necessities.

“Bitch.” Cesar muttered as he walked away.

“Pussy.” Sofia called back out to him. After making sure she had all her things, after spritzing a little bit of perfume on, the ebony haired female walked out of room, shutting off the light in the process, and walked down the hallway. She reached the living room and found Oscar sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels on the t.v. Upon hearing her enter, Oscar turned his head to look at her and nearly did a double take.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He asked, sitting up straighter. She rolled her eyes, heading for the door.

“Did you suddenly go blind in prison? I’m wearing clothes.” She said. Oscar stood up quicker than lightening and blocked her path to the door, looking down at her with his brows furrowed.

“And where are you going?”

“A party. Move.” She said, trying to get past him but he still stood in her way, not budging. Sofia sighed deeply, looking up at her older brother with those intense eyes that mirrored his own. Perhaps it was a Diaz trait.

“A party? Dressed like that? Nah. You ain’t going anywhere.” He said, shaking his head. The female scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest in an act of defiance. Oscar really realized then how much she’d changed in the four years that he’d been gone. It was thing seeing her every other week for an hour at a time, but now that he was back, he noticed the difference.

“Uh, claro que si voy a ir. I’m 19, Oscar. I’m not a little ass kid anymore. In case you forgot when your ass was locked up - I grew up. I don’t need your permission.” Sofia could see the annoyance, anger beginning to shine in his eyes, but she didn’t back down. Oscar took a step forward, running a hand over his face.

“You live in my house, so yeah - you gonna go by my rules. I ain’t letting my baby sister go out to some party with a bunch of dirty putos.” He spoke, voice deathly serious. She chuckled bitterly.

“Your house? It hasn’t been your house for the last four years.” Using Oscar’s momentary lapse of surprise, Sofia skirted past him and pulled the door open, stepping out into the slightly humid night, the warm breeze blowing her hair back. As she walked down the front steps, she spotted Camila climbing out of her car and walked up the path.

Camila noticed the incensed look on the young woman’s face and raised an eyebrow. “Sofia, get over here.” Oscar called out to his sister, walking past the threshold. Sofia didn’t stop though, she kept going, in fact.

“What happened?” Camila asked as the two walked past each other.

“Your best friend is an asshole. And I have a party to go too.” She said, turning back around, beginning her walk down the sidewalk. The older of two merely gave a deep sigh, knowing that there was nothing she or anybody could say that was gonna get her to come back or stay - especially when she harbored some resentment towards her brother.

“Don’t get back too late, Sofia. I’m serious!” She called out. Sofia raised an arm up, signaling that she’d heard her. Turning back around, Camila walked over to where Oscar stood, leaning against the house, watching his sister walk away. She walked up the steps and took a seat on one of the chairs that decorated the small porch. She set the brown paper bag in her hand down on the small table, looking up at Oscar.

“What’s her problem?” He asked, occupying the chair across the brunette. He reached up and grabbed the blunt that rested behind his ear. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, lighting it up and taking a hefty drag, after which he offered the blunt to Camila. She took it from him, bringing it up and wrapping her lips around it. Oscar eyed her, watching as she took a drag, holding the smoke in before letting it billow out of her mouth.

“I told you; she’s not the same Bambii from four years ago.” She said, grabbing the brown paper bag. She pulled out two beers, setting one in front of Oscar, grabbing the other for herself. She opened the cool can and brought it up to her lips, taking a drink of the bitter liquid. “She’s angry, Os. She took it hard when you got arrested. Started partying, going out, drinking - I’ve been there for her and Cesar but, there’s only so much that I could tell her before she get’s all pissed. Like you.” Mila nudged Oscar’s leg with her foot, shooting him a little smirk.

“You sayin’ I have a bad attitude, nena?”

“Nah, I’m just sayin’ you don’t like people telling you shit. Fia is the same way.” Camila said. “Just give her time. You’ve only been out for a few hours, she’s still not used to you being around again.”

Oscar said nothing, just gave a little ‘hm’, bringing the blunt up to his lips again. For a few minutes or so, the two said nothing - cars could be heard driving room, music playing from a block or two away, crickets chirping. Mila suddenly felt like she was a teenager again, hanging out with Oscar. Sneaking out of her house to meet up with him and drink some cheap beer and smoke some weed. But they were older now. Things had changed, shit was different. “Are you mad?”

“Hm?”

“At me. Are you mad at me?” He asked her. Oscar was looking at Camila, the same way he always did - like he was reading her, her body language, gauging every expression or movement. He knew better than probably anyone else. She stayed silent for a few seconds, bring her beer up to her lips and taking a drink. After she’d gulped some down, she set it back down and shrugged.

“I was. I was pissed at first. I always told you that that would happen if you joined the Santos. That or worse. So I was pissed but I can’t say I was really surprised either. Pero, overtime I got past that anger - there’s no point in being angry all the time. You’re back home now.” She smiled, eyes shining brightly. “Besides, if you ever get your ass arrested again, I’ll kill you my damn self.” She said. Oscar chuckled, a smug smirk pulling at his lips.

“Yeah? How you gonna reach, with your short ass, Tiny? You gonna use a step stool like them little kids?” Camila scoffed, but ended up laughing towards the ends.

“Asshole!” She reached her foot out and just barely missed her foot against his leg.

“See! You can’t even reach me.” Oscar teased her furthermore.

“Callate pendejo. This is what I get? Years and years of friendship and you’re still clowning me? Fuck outta here, with your rude ass. I’ll still bust your kneecaps.” Mila pouted, trying hard to keep that smile at bay, but she couldn’t hold it. She felt complete now, as cheesy as it was to say. When Oscar was in prison, they talked almost every night, but it wasn’t the same as actually speaking to him in person. As being able to touch him, to hug him.

“Nah seriously though,” Oscar’s expression and tone turned serious, blowing some smoke out. He looked at the brunette, their eyes meeting. “Thank you, Mila. For taking care of Sofia and Cesar. You didn’t have to-“

“Yes, I did.” Mila cut him off. “And you don’t have to thank me. You’re my best friend, Oscar. You know that I’d do anything for you. For you, Sofia and Cesar. Just like I know you’d do anything for me and my family.”

Oscar cleared his throat, sniffing slightly. He nodded his head at her, unable to really say anything. He looked away from her, looking out across the street. “How’re your parents? Abuelita, Mario, Ruby?” He finally asked, changing the topic.

“Mom is good, dad is good. Abuelita too. Mario is up Angelica’s ass, como siempre. And Ruby can’t wait for him to go to college so that he can finally get his own room.” She chuckled, running a hand through her dark, thick hair. After graduating high school, Camila had decided that she didn’t want to go off to some big university. At least not yet. She knew that she’d disappointed her parents when she told them - they wanted her out of Freeridge, wanted her to make something of herself. But they supported her nonetheless and supported her decision to stay back, to attend the local community college nearby.

Now, she worked a steady job, had her own car and her own place. It wasn’t big, but it was enough for her. It was something and she was thankful for it.

“Sad Eyes said the Santos wanna throw me some welcome back party,” Oscar said, finally opening his beer to take a drink from it. “You down to come?”

“Is that even a question you need to ask? Of course I’ll come.” She said. “Maybe I’ll finally meet a fine ass Santo.” She snickered, eyes shining with mischief. Oscar let out a little ‘tsk’.

“Mamas, you got me right here.”

Sitting there with Oscar, drinking and smoking, Camila felt like things were gonna be good, back to normal. Simple again. She finally had her best friend back. But nothing could’ve prepared any of them for what was to come.

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[scandinavianfairytale]

Para Siempre, Part 3

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Latina Reader (Sofia)

Warnings: Mentions of gang life, several curse words, mentions of guns, anger management issues, mentions of drugs, blood and murder, brief moment of violence (towards Oscar - a slap that he had coming), half-naked Oscar (I almost had a heart attack during this scene 🤭🙈), Oscar still holds out hope for Reader 💙

A/N: You can find the entire series on this link 🥰

[August 2015]

Sofia’s cab drops her off in her old neighbourhood. It’s only been a month, but the trip to Europe really changed her perspective. Cesar is already waiting at the curb to greet her. At least that’s what she thought. To be fair, it is in part because of that…

“Oscar’s out.” Cesar says before Sofia is able to give him a hug, stopping her in her tracks. She stills for a second, blinks a few times and slowly nods.

“Okay, I’ll…good. Let me just put this away and then you’ll tell me more.” She gathers her words.

“Why don’t I tell you myself?” She hears from behind her back. She swears she can hear him smirking. She lets go of her things, spins around and smacks him right across his face.

“Well…are you coming inside or not?” She asks as she picks up her things and marches inside. Cesar gives his big brother a reassuring smack on the back and leaves the front yard. Oscar groans and goes in the house. He finds Sofia angrily throwing her clothes out of the suitcase.

“Sof-“

“Why are you out already? You were supposed to be released next year.” She interrupts him.

“Good behaviour.” Oscar smiles and Sofia stops unpacking.

“Leader of the Santos out on good behaviour? You must be joking.” She snorts.

“Look, Sofia, I made a mistake. I’m aware and I was doing some real soul searching in prison and-“

“Oh, spare me, Oscar. Don’t start with that bullshit, you did some soul searching in juvie. Yet look at where we are now. So, excuse me, but I’m not about to start believing your lying ass.” She yells. She’s so angry at him and at herself too. She thought she got over this. But this unpleasant surprise really threw her off.

“I know. How was Europe?” He switches the theme, hoping to get her in a better mood.

“Good.”

“Is that all you’re going to say?”

“What am I supposed to say, Oscar, hm? You haven’t been here for three years. Am I supposed to tell you who was there with me? The names won’t tell you anything. It’ll just be an empty story and I refuse to use empty words on someone that will not understand what this trip meant not just to me but everyone that was present there.”

Oscar puts his hands up in surrender and leaves Sofia alone in the house. As soon as the front door closes, she sinks to the floor and starts crying. She hates herself for feeling so much at the near sight of him. And she hates herself more when she glances at the floor and a picture of a smiling couple is staring at her. She bites her lip, puts the frame on her nightstand and calls her boyfriend.

[September 2015]

Cesar started his first year of high school. Sofia is so proud of the young man he has become. But she has noticed that since Oscar returned, Cesar is more involved with the Santos. But because his legal guardian is back, she doesn’t have much of a choice but to stay out of it. She hasn’t spoken to Oscar since she returned from Europe and Cesar moved back in with his brother. She was adamant on staying as far away from him. In return she also distanced herself from Cesar and that hurt – more her than him. In the three years he lived with her, he became her little brother and she was ready to do anything for him. She still was. She cursed herself as she walked in the backyard of Oscar’s house. He was working on his Impala, like old times. She knocks on the opened garage doors and he quickly spins around, to look who disturbed him. His hard gaze softens when he sees her.

“Princess. What brings you here?” He smiles, bringing two barrels and sits on one of them. He lights up the cigarette and offers her one. She still doesn’t smoke.

“I took care of Cesar while you were away and he was advancing – in class and socially. He has a future beyond the Santos and he deserves a better life than this.” She motions to the small house and backyard. Oscars posture changes.

“Better than mine, that’s what you mean?” He interjects.

“Yes. Oscar, you made your bed and there is no turning back, but it’s not too late for Ce-“ She doesn’t finish as Oscar stands up so quickly, the barrel falls on the floor with a loud thud.

“You’re saying it’s too late for me?” He yells at her.

“It’s been too late for you, the second you took over the Santos!” She yells back.

“Not all of us had a choice like you, sweetheart. So drop that condescending tone or get the fuck off my property.”

“That’s my point. Cesar does have a choice, if YOU let him.”  She punctuates with a tap on his bare chest and walks away. He always thought it was amazing how one person could infuriate him so much. In his rage he grabs the barrel and smashes it at the wall of the garage as soon as Sofia’s out of earshot. His breathing is hard and he lights up another cigarette. It’s then, that Cesar walks in the backyard and Oscar takes him around the neighbourhood. Screw Sofia and her patronizing tone and innuendos. He knows what’s best for Cesar. He can’t let his baby brother look or be weak. And he has a plan in place to make sure that no matter what happens to him, Cesar will be taken care off, without Sofia’s help this time.

[November 2015]

Sofia was awoken by her phone that has been ringing for over three minutes. Whoever was calling her was determined. She rubs her eyes and grabs the phone and screams into it.

“Whoever is calling me better be fucking dying!”

“Sofia…please come back. I-I really need you to be here.” Cesar’s voice shakes as he whispers.

“Cesar? What’s happening? Where are you? Are you safe?” Her hands start shaking. She could feel how scared he was.

“It’s Oscar. H-He wants me to…”

“Just stay where you are, I’ll be there in 30 minutes.” Sofia quickly puts on a shirt and jeans. Ewan groggily gets up and stares at his girlfriend that is throwing clothes on in a maddening pace.

“Sof, what are you doing? It’s midnight.” He yawned.

“It’s Cesar…” Sofia answers without looking at him. Ewan quickly gets up as well and starts putting on his own clothes.

“What are you doing?” Sofia stops and looks at him.

“I’m not letting you go alone. And I don’t want to hear anything else from you.” He pecks her cheek and offers her his hand. Soon they’re speeding through the city and Sofia looks at her phone intensely, following the small dot on her screen – Cesar’s phone.

“Stay here.” Sofia instructs Ewan and jumps out of the car, running to the red Impala and sees Oscar handing something (a gun probably) to Cesar. She’s next to Cesar’s window in mere seconds, grabbing the gun out of Cesar’s hands and dismantling it.

“Hell no.” Sofia hisses and glares daggers at Oscar. He glares back at her, his nostrils flaring and he’s trying so hard not to yell and attract unwanted attention.

He looks back at the intended target and sees that Latrell already left the park. Oscar gets out of the car and marches to Sofia. It’s the first time since she’s known him that she’s afraid. She takes a step back but stills as she sees Cesar, completely in shock at what was just asked of him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You think you can just stick your nose in Santos business?!” He screams at her.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! How dare you do this to Cesar?! I get it, Oscar, you’re back and Cesar is your responsibility, but I took care of him on my own for three years while you were locked up and I care for him. And I will fight you every second at every corner, if you try to derail his life, like you fucked up yours!” She screams back at him. She realizes then that Oscar is not paying attention to her anymore; he’s looking at Ewan that has been standing near you two since Oscar left the car.

“Is that the reason why you’re suddenly so high and might about our life?” Oscar whispers.

“Don’t blame this on him; I have been vocal about you in the gang for the last 10 years. You refused to listen to me and I couldn’t help you. But I’m not letting you screw Cesar up. Cesar, come on. You’re coming with Ewan and me.”

“Wh-“ Oscar begins, but Sofia interrupts him.

“He’s old enough to make his own choices.”

“I’m going with Sofia.” Cesar says softly, before turning his back to Oscar.

“How could you ask this of Cesar when you’re so stoned I can smell you from 10 feet away. Get your fucking life together, Oscar and stop screwing up others.” Sofia says disappointed and follows Cesar and Ewan to the car and they speed away, leaving Oscar alone in the middle of the street.

[End of November 2015]

So many people are dead. So many people died…all because Sofia put doubt in Cesar’s head. She made a coward out of him. Oscar is kicking, punching and throwing things left and right. All he sees is red. He’s been seeing red for so long, but now, the redness of the world is overflowing, literally. He collapses on the floor, when the front door opens and Cesar walks in. Oscar is on his feet in seconds punching Cesar square in the jaw.

“Are you aware what you have done? What you have started?” Oscar yells and grabs Cesar’s collar. Cesar is crying, scared out of his mind. What he saw at the quince and what happened after and now Oscar’s face filled with rage and contempt.

“Get your things and get out of here.” Oscar says and releases his younger brother, walking into his own room, slamming the door behind him. Sofia…she’s the reason this has happened. She’s the reason why his younger brother is now unprotected from the Prophets. He’s searching his closet for one specific picture. He finds it but he can’t bring himself to tear it apart. So he stares at the picture. His arms around her, giving her a small kiss on the cheek as she smiles at the camera. The first ever date they had, just before he went to juvie. She refused to go out with him again. It took him three years to convince her to give him another chance and then the police came. He had a plan then. He was going to put the gang life behind him, it wasn’t too late for him then. Together they were supposed to take Cesar to a safe place. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she wasn’t supposed to save Cesar from him. Finally, he breaks down and he realizes all he has are missed opportunities, wrong choices and so much rage. He doesn’t want to live like this. But he picks himself up, dusts himself off and puts the picture in the back of the closet, away from everyone’s eyes.

Thank you for reading! 🙏💙

The GIF doesn’t belong to me - belongs to the talented creator 🙏😊

One more part and then we finish this story, I loved writing these two 💙

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Temporary - Oscar Diaz imagine Part 6

Previously...

"De nada princesa." He winked before stepping out into the yard, a chorus of 'spooky!' coming from the Santos as he closed the door behind him.

A cough from beside me brought me back to earth, turning to see three sets of eyes on me, Ruby and Jamal looking as though I'd killed somebody right then and there and Cesar with a knowing smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked innocently.

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"What did you do?" Jamal asked, still stood staring at me with wide eyes.

"I have never, ever, seen an actual smile on that guys face." Ruby muttered, watching the front door as though Oscar would magically walk through it any second.

"He's got a point." Cesar added making my eyes move to him. "He's my brother and I've never heard him call anyone 'princesa' before, let alone offer to let a girl stay over with no repayment, if you get what I mean." He smirked as he looked at me, his eyes holding a knowing glint.

"Maybe I just have that effect on people." I shrugged with a slight laugh. "Anyway, what's this about a school dance?" I asked in attempt to change the subject.

"It's on Friday and we're gunna get freaky with it." Jamal sung as he moved his hips in what I think was supposed to be a 'sexy' way.

"Okay, that's gross." I stated pointing at the younger boy as he slowly stopped dancing, crossing his arms before flopping down on the couch besides me.

"What is with you people and throwing water on my flame?" He groaned to himself.

"Jamal, baby, you need to have a flame for someone to put it out." I spoke with false sympathy, laughing as he rolled his eyes and mimicked me.

"How were the school dances in Cali?" Ruby asked leaning against the kitchen counter as he watched me.

"Uh, I didn't actually go to any." I shrugged thinking back to how me and Jess would just take a couple bites down to the beach and drink the night away.

"You didn't go? Like, to any?" Cesar asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Not that I remember no, I used to just go down to the beach and get drunk." I shrugged with a small smile.

"You should come." He continued making me look up to him in slight confusion. "To our dance." He clarified with a smirk.

"Oh, well in case you haven't realised I finished school a couple years ago, and I didn't even go to yours." I smiled at his offer.

"So? We can bring dates from other schools, or not from school at all, this is freeridge, it's a pretty relaxed deal." He shrugged, the smirk still on his face.

"I'm not sure that's going to a school dance with a fourteen year old is such a great idea." I muttered unsurely.

"You're overthinking things here Lia." Jamal said loudly as he pushed himself up and stood next to Cesar and Ruby. "God, you're definitely related." He spoke to himself as he looked up to the ceiling.

"Hey!" Me and Ruby yelled at the same time making Jamal raise his eyebrows in an 'I told you so' style. "But he's right." Ruby shrugged. "It's nothing serious just a dance, besides, I thought you'd be up for some fun after whatever just happened." He continued.

"Ruby's right." Cesar nodded, all three boys stood watching me and waiting for an answer.

"Fine." I sighed in defeat. "You're on." I smiled.

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"Thank you again." I smiled as Oscar grabbed what he needed from his room before spending the night on the couch.

"Ain't nothin'." He shrugged as he headed towards the door, fresh shirt and shorts in hand.

"I'm going to the school dance with your brother." I blurted out stopping him with his hand on the doorknob. "Oh my god that sounded so much stranger out loud." I groaned as I flopped back onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Why?" He snorted as he turned round, dumping his stuff on a set of drawers before he stood at the side of the bed looking down at me in a mix of confusion and amusement.

"They was talking about the dance and I mentioned I'd never been to one, then Cesar offered to take me." I shrugged before sitting up and looking up at him. "It's not that strange right?"

"You're 19 and going to a school dance with my brother." He said matter-of-factly as he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I know it's so weird." I half groaned, half laughed as I thought about what I had agreed to. "You know you don't have to sleep out there right? I'm more than happy to, this is your bed after all." I mentioned, running my fingers through my tangled hair.

"A princesa should sleep on a bed, not a couch." He gave me a small smile and a shrug.

"And what about a caballero?" I asked making him look at me in confusion. "Well, you were my night in shinning armour." I teased with a smirk, and I'm sure, I saw a hint of pink lining his cheeks before he cleared his throat and it was gone. "Oscar Diaz get your culo into the bed before I tell all your little home boys that you cried at Marley and me." I smirked knowing that seeing Spooky Diaz crying earlier was going to come in handy, not that he'd admit he was.

"A) I wasn't crying, and b) even if I was you wouldn't dare." He muttered narrowing his eyes at me although the small smirk on his face let me know that he wasn't quite 100% serious.

"Try me." I smirked.

I let out a laugh as he sighed loudly throwing his head back before huffing his way over to the opposite side of the bed, pulling his top over his head before throwing himself down dramatically.

"You're such a drama queen, you know that?" I laughed as I lifted the cover and settled down on the pillow.

"Let's remember who's bed this is yeah." He muttered, both of us laid on our backs and watching the plain white roof.

"Was you close to them? Your parents I mean." I whispered remembering Ruby saying that the Diaz brothers had been alone for the majority of Cesar's childhood.

"My mum died when I was younger, couple years after Cesar was born, I don't remember much about her other than she was a jumped up crackhead." He muttered, my eyes widening slightly at how blunt and open he was being about it. "Me and my dad were kinda close when it came to gang business, I guess, but other than that I barely knew the man personally." I felt him shrug from his place besides me. "What about you?" He asked making me scoff quietly.

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed or not but me and my mum don't exactly have the greatest relationship. She's constantly on my ass trying to put me down, she tried her hardest to make me into the housewife that she's always been, and that's just not me." I shrugged laughing slightly. "But my dad." I trailled of with a sigh, a small smile on my face. "He's the greatest man I've ever met, I mean sure, he's had some troubles in the past but he's always put me and mum above it all. Even when it costs him more than he has, he always finds a way to make sure we're alright." I smiled at the thought of the hero that was my dad.

"He sounds like a good man." Oscar whispered making me turn to face him only to realise that he was already watching me.

"He is." I whispered with a small smile, my eyes captured by his as the familiar butterflies from earlier suddenly reappeared, his eyes moving between my own and my lips.

Not risking another interruption he quickly leant forwards and captured my lips with his own, moving our lips against each other's slowly, the cliché of butterflies and fireworks never really making much sense to me until this moment, when I felt it all.

I kept my eyes closed as we slowly pulled away, his forehead resting against mine as he released my bottom lip with a slight pop. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak before I was interrupted by a quick kiss on my lips before he pulled back completely.

"Sorry, I uh, I shouldn't have done that." He said quietly, looking into my eyes briefly before reaching over and playing with the small 'D' pendant that hung around my neck. "I know you got a boyfriend." He muttered scowling, dropping the necklace as though it had burned him.

"It's alright Oscar." I smiled slightly, bringing my hands up to the sides of his face my thumb rubbing his jawline gently. "I'm done with him, enough is enough, right." I shrugged making him chuckle slightly.

"It's okay." I smiled bringing my hands to the sides of his face, my thumb rubbing over his jawline gently. "I'm not with him anymore." I shrugged making him chuckle slightly.

"Good." He smirked, placing his hands on he sides of my face forcing me to let go of his and hold onto his wrists instead. Giving me one more smirk he leaned in placing his lips against mine as his hands disappeared from my face, reaching behind my neck as I felt the weight of the necklace disappear.

Pulling away I couldn't help but laugh as Oscar threw the necklace towards the drawers opposite his bed, the small chain sliding across the surface before dropping down the back. Letting out a chuckle of his own he laid himself down pulling me towards him do that my head was resting on his chest, his arm wrapping around me waist from behind while his other was folded under his head.

"Night Lia." He mumbled, placing a small kiss on my forehead.

"Goodnight Oscar." I whispered into the otherwise silent room, placing a brief kiss to his bare chest before drifting off into the darkness.

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"Aye Spooky! Where you at?" Accompanied by a know at the door make me jump the next morning as I was getting myself a glass of water in Oscars kitchen the next morning.

Since I'd always been an early bird, as my mother would put it, it was no surprise that I had woken up before Oscar and Cesar, my head resting on Oscars chest with his arms wrapped around me tightly.

"Spooky man, open up!" A different voice called from outside again accompanied by a know that was more like banging.

Sighing to myself I debated whether to go and wake Oscar or to just answer the door myself, yet another knock on the door answering my question for me.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I opened the door to be met with the same Santo that had stepped up to Diego yesterday along with another one that I recognised from the Monse and Cesar fight, the one who tried to step up to me, bitch.

"Where's Spooky?" The bitch asked as he looked me up and down with smirk, only then did I remember that I was in the same clothes I'd slept in, a pair of Oscar's boxers and my tank top, luckily I had remembered to put my bra back on when I'd gotten up this morning.

"How 'bout you show me a little respect before I slam this door in your culo feo." I smiled sarcastically crossing my arms over my chest before the other guy got my attention.

"Hey, uh, Lia right?" He asked with furrowed brows like he was trying to remember. "I was there when your boy came for you." He smiled slightly.

"Right." I nodded. "Thank you for that." I smiled sincerely, genuinely thankful that he had stepped in.

"I'm sad eyes by the way." He smiled as he stuck his hand out for me to shake. "And that's Johnny." He nodded over to his companion.

"Lia." I smiled putting my hand in his and shaking it lightly. "But you already knew that." I laughed.

"Is spooky here or what?" Johnny huffed against the door frame, once again letting his eyes roam my half naked body.

"Spooky's gunna kick the shit outta you if you don't stop looking at her like that." Cesar's voice made me jump as he came to the door with a glass of juice in one hand. "Here." He smiled as he handed me the juice while taking the water from my other hand.

"Oh, thank you C." I smiled as I took a sip. "Oh shit yeah, you guys wanna come in?" I asked quickly remembering the two Santos stood waiting in the doorway.

"Thanks." Sad eyes laughed as he made his way in, fist bumping Cesar on his way.

"Apologise." I said, putting my arm across the doorway before Johnny could walk in, looking up at him with a smirk as he glared down at me. "Apologise for acting like a jackass or you can wait for Spooky out in the yard." I shrugged as he looked at me in disbelief. "Oh, and it rained last night so the couch is slightly damp." I shrugged again as I went to close the door before his hand stopped me.

"Alright, I'm sorry." He smiled sarcastically as he tried to take a step inside.

"You're sorry for what exactly?" I smirked as I stepped in his way again, getting a kick of amusement at the scowl on his face. "Well, I'm waiting." I sighed tapping my invisible watch on my wrist.

"I'm sorry for being a jackass." He groaned rolling his eyes. "Happy?" He sighed as he looked down at the smirk on my face.

"Very." I smiled as I moved out of his way to let him in, closing the door behind him.

"Aye spooky! Where you been man? Damn hyna trying to make me wait inside." Johnny cheered as Oscar appeared from the hallway in nothing but the pair of shorts that he'd slept in last night.

Sure, Oscar Diaz wasn't exactly rocking an eight pack and abs of steal, but my god was he something to look at first thing in the morning. I couldn't help but blush as his eyes landed on me, scanning me up and down quickly before he looked back to Johnny, giving him an uninterested look before shaking his head and heading into the kitchen.

"Lia." He called looking over his shoulder at me. "Come here a second." He added, motioning for me to go over to him.

"What's up?" I asked standing next to him as he opened the fridge only to from when it came up empty.

"I was gunna ask if you wanted anything but I gotta go to the store." He groaned rubbing a hand over his tanned head.

"I can take a walk to that cafe down the street, mama coco's is it?" I asked recalling seeing the small cafe a few times since I'd been back in town.

"Nah." He muttered shaking his head, closing the fridge and heading back into the living room. "Johnny, go down to mamma coco's and grab me a coffee and one of those roll things I like." He told him before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a twenty and throwing it onto the Santos lap.

"Do you normally sleep with cash on you?" I asked amused knowing that he had slept in those very shorts. "My bad." I giggled as he turned to look at me with an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Nah, the girl just offered man." Johnny shrugged as he picked up the cash and held it out for me to take.

"I don't care." Oscar muttered as he pushed his outstretched hand away. "What do you want?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me.

"I'll have a tea with two sugars please." I smiled at him. "Oh! And a blueberry muffin!" I added excitedly, smirking when Johnny rolled his eyes.

I laughed as Johnny stood up with a huff before making his way out of the house, with one last laugh I made my way back to Oscars room to put on my clothes from yesterday since the rest of my stuff was back at Ruby's.

"Weren't you wearing that yesterday?" Monse's voice made me jump as I made my way back into the living room that was now occupied by Oscar, Sad eyes and the core 4, plus Olivia. The core 4 was dotted around the room, Sad eyes was laid back on the recliner in the corner while Oscar and Olivia was on the couch, their thighs brushing slightly, a wave of jealousy washing over me before I shook it off, he wasn't mine, I had no right to be jealous over silly little things like that.

"Uh yeah, I haven't been back to Ruby's because, well, ya know." I shrugged slightyl before turning to the blonde girl. "You must be Olivia." I smiled over at the young girl, I'd never met her before, or even heard of her before mum and Geny told me about he staying.

"That's me." She smiled. "You're Lia right?" She said, crossing one leg over the other subconsciously pushing hers and Oscars legs closer together.

"And my date to the dance on Friday." Cesar grinned as he came over to where I was stood and out his arm over my shoulders.

"Strictly friends only, got it." I raised my eyebrows as I looked to him, making him chuckle and nod in agreement.

"Since when are you taking her?" Monse asked confused, ignoring the looks that the rest of the crew was giving her instead opting to keep her attention on me and Cesar.

"Since last night when she told me that she'd never been to her own school dances." He shrugged casually, to him it was no big deal but I could see I'm Monse's eyes that she was hurting.

"You know I don't have to go, not if you two were planning on going together." I said quickly, not looking to be in the middle of a teenage love triangle or whatever this shit was.

"Nah, we're just friends, right monse?" Cesar shrugged as he pulled me close to his side, Monse not missing the gesture.

"Right." She mumbled looking at the ground just as Johnny stormed in and threw a paper bag down onto the ktichen counter before putting the drinks down considerably gentler.

"Oh food!" I grinned as I pulled away from Cesar's hold, jumping up on the counter and opening up the bag, immediately pulling out my blueberry muffin and digging in, sending a muffin filled smile in Johnny's direction. "Gracias." I smirked as he shook his head and leant against the wall.

"Aye where's mine foo'?" Oscar piped up, leaning forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched me finish my muffin, throwing the wrapper to the side before taking a sip of my tea.

"I'm the bag." I shrugged with a smirk, watching as his eyes lit up with amusement while Ruby and Jamal watched with horror on their faces.

"Is that right?" He asked smirking at me with an eyebrow raised.

"That's right." I nodded as I blew into the lid of my tea before taking another sip.

"You not gunna bring it here?" He asked tilting his head to the side slightly like a confused puppy.

"I'm sorry, remind me how much you're paying me to be your waitress again?" I asked sarcastically, laughing as Ruby and Jamal's eyes widened that little bit more.

"I'll get it for you Mr Spooky Sir." Jamal said quickly getting up from his seat and rushing towards the bag only for me to grab the bad and hold it behind my back.

"Nu-Uh." I muttered shaking my head with a chuckle. "I'm gunna need the owner of the bag to come and collect it thank you." I smirked looking from Jamal to Oscar who was watching me with an amused smile on his face before he pushed himself to his feet and walked over.

"I'm right here." He smirked making Jamal jump as he appeared behind him. "Can I get my food now?" He asked as Jamal scurried back to his spot making me laugh.

"Of course." I grinned handing the bag over. "What do I get for keeping it safe for you?" I asked quietly, knowing that the other people in the room were watching the interaction.

"I could think of something." He muttered, a smirk on his face as he stepped closer.

"Oh yeah?" I smirked back as he took another step so that we were basically chest to chest only having to look up at him slightly from where I was sitting on the counter.

"Yeah." He mumbled before taking my head in his hands and bringing his lips down on mine in a slow but butterfly filled kiss.

The joint "Oh my god." From Ruby and Jamal making us pull apart slowly with small smiles on both our faces.