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whereslynx · 27 days ago

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Can you write one with cesar being in love with yn (she a gangmember too, age like maybe 18/19 or so) but she already has a bf but he doesnt know? (Bf can be in the gang too, maybe oscar or sad eyes or joker…) thank u 😘

a/n: no problem! uh, the more i proof read my work, the more i realised how it got slightly angsty. so i am super sorry if that’s not what you wanted. i just figured it would since oscar is his older brother, yk?

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The late afternoon air buzzed with quiet tension as the crew continued their meeting, everyone grouped around the cars parked in their usual spot. You flicked the lighter in your hand one more time, eyes glancing over the circle where Spooky, Sad Eyes, Joker, and a few other Santos were deep in discussion. The mood was serious, but there was a certain swagger to it, a confidence that came from knowing they ran things around here.

Spooky, as always, commanded the conversation with his calm but authoritative tone. “We got the supply coming in, but it’s the drop that’s risky. Everyone’s eyes are on us right now, so we need to play this one real tight,” he said, scanning the group with a level gaze. “Ain’t no room for mistakes.”

Sad Eyes, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, chimed in, his voice low but sharp. “We can make the drop easy if we split up. Hit ‘em from different angles. Less eyes on us, less heat.”

Joker, ever the joker, couldn’t help but crack a grin. “Or we could just roll up with the whole crew, guns blazing. Problem solved.” He laughed, but when Spooky shot him a look, he quickly cleared his throat, trying to get serious. “Kidding, kidding.”

You caught the slight smirk on Oscar’s face before he shifted back into his stance as a leader, nodding thoughtfully at Sad Eyes. “Nah, Sad’s got the right idea. We’ll split into pairs. You and Joker take the south side,” he said, pointing to Sad Eyes. “I’ll handle the main drop with you.” He shifted his gaze to you, pointing, as you look up at him with a nod. “The rest, hold our shit down ‘round the streets.” He ordered, his gaze flickering between the rest of the Santos. “We keep it clean and no one gets caught up.” He said, but it was more like an order—a threat.

As they laid out the plan, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander again. You’d been in the game for a while now—just as long as any of them, and you knew how these moves worked. But tonight, it wasn’t the job that had you distracted. It was something—or rather, someone else.

“Y/N, you with us?” Spooky’s voice snapped you back to the present. His eyes were on you now, along with the rest of the crew. He always seemed to know when someone wasn’t paying attention.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said quickly, straightening up and putting the lighter back in your pocket. “Just thinking ‘bout the drop.”

Sad Eyes gave you a knowing look from across the group, his lips curling up slightly at the edges. “You sure, Y/N? Seemed like your mind was somewhere else,” he teased, though there was something more in his eyes. Something that told you he had an idea of what was on your mind.

“Nah, I’m focused,” you shot back, keeping your voice casual. “Just don’t want us getting caught slipping.”

Joker chuckled, clearly loving the tension in the air. “Better keep your head in the game then, Y/N. Don’t want Spooky getting on your ass.”

Oscar rolled his eyes at Joker’s comment but didn’t say anything, turning back to the group. “Alright, we’re done here. Get everything in place, and we’ll move tomorrow night. No mistakes.”

The meeting wrapped up, but the undercurrent between you and Sad Eyes lingered. There was always something there, something unspoken but undeniable. Little did he know, though, that you were already spoken for.

And not just by anyone. By someone in the same crew.

As everyone started breaking off, chatting in smaller groups, Sad Eyes drifted closer to you. He leaned against the car beside you, his eyes catching yours. “You know,” he said, voice low so no one else would hear, “you’ve been quiet today. What’s up with that?”

You shrugged, not wanting to give anything away. “Just thinking ‘bout business.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice dropping even lower, almost a whisper now. “You sure it’s just business? ‘Cause I’ve been getting this feeling… like maybe there’s something you’re not telling me.”

The intensity of his gaze was impossible to ignore. You could feel your heart rate picking up, the pressure building. Sad Eyes had no idea, and part of you hated keeping it from him. But the other part of you knew how complicated things could get if he found out about the person you were really with. If he knew you were with Oscar—thee Spooky. Everything would change. Not just the relationship with the Santos, but the respect you had in the crew.

You didn’t fear much, but you did fear the possibility of your crew disregarding your efforts in the Santos because of your relationship with Spooky.

You shrugged off Sad Eyes’ words, keeping your tone light. “Shiiit, I’m good, Sad. Really. Just focused on what we gotta do, that’s all.”

But you could feel his eyes on you, studying your face, like he was trying to peel back the layers of what you weren’t saying. For a moment, you thought he might push it, ask more questions, dig deeper. But then he let out a small sigh, shaking his head with a faint smile, the tension easing.

“Alright, Y/N. I’ll let it slide… for now,” he said, his voice still laced with curiosity. “Just don’t keep me in the dark too long. You know how I get.”

Before you could respond, Joker’s voice cut through the air. “Yo, Sad! We hittin’ this show or what? Get your ass in the car!”

Sad Eyes looked over his shoulder, smirking as Joker revved the engine like a show-off. Then, with one last glance at you, he pushed himself off the car and nodded. “Catch you later, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you said, feeling the weight of everything still unsaid between you both. “Later.”

He jogged over to Joker’s car, sliding into the passenger seat as the engine roared to life. As they pulled away, you stood there for a moment, the quiet of the street settling around you. The truth still hung heavy between you and Sad Eyes, but for now, it would stay buried.

For now.

You glanced up, catching sight of Cesar standing a few feet away, leaning casually against a wall with his arms crossed. His gaze was fixed on you, like always, that quiet intensity in his eyes. It was something you’d grown used to over time, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to. His expression was hard to read, but there was always that undercurrent of something more than just casual interest. It somewhat reminded you of how Oscar gazed at you before you two had gotten together.

Cesar was younger than most of the guys in the Santos, still rough around the edges, but he had this presence about him. The kind that made people listen when he spoke, even if he wasn’t saying much. He had to work twice as hard to prove himself, not just because of his age, but because he was trying to step out of Oscar’s shadow. He wasn’t just trying to belong; he was trying to show everyone he deserved to be there.

You could tell he was watching you again, like he was waiting for something—maybe for you to say something first, maybe for a chance to get a little closer. He always had that look, like he was holding back, like there was more he wanted to say but couldn’t quite figure out how.

But you knew Cesar, and you knew that look well enough to understand what it meant. He had a way of making things complicated without even trying.

You flashed him a small smile, nodding your head in his direction. “You good, Cesar?”

He blinked, as if just realizing you’d caught him staring, snapping out of whatever thoughts had him so distracted. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Just… thinkin’.” His hand came up, rubbing the back of his neck in that familiar way he did when he was trying to play off how nervous he actually felt. His eyes flicked toward you, then darted away like he was scared you’d catch too much in them. “Thinking, huh,” You laughed, almost like a gesture to tell him you knew it was bullshit without saying it, “Right, so we’ve both been thinking this whole meeting, huh.” You tilted your head, sarcasm lacing your tone.

“About what?” You crossed your arms, letting your weight shift to one side as you studied him. You already had a pretty good idea of what was running through his mind, but you weren’t going to make it easy for him. Cesar wasn’t the type to just come out and say things, and you enjoyed watching him try to navigate through whatever he was feeling.

He hesitated, his lips parting as if to answer, but then closing again just as quickly. “Nothin’ important,” he muttered, shrugging his shoulders like he wasn’t sure how to make the words come out right. He didn’t want to look at you, not directly, and it was kind of cute how awkward he got around you sometimes.

But you weren’t about to let him off that easy. “C’mon, Cesar, spill it. You’re not exactly good at hiding when something’s on your mind,” you teased lightly, taking a step closer, your gaze still fixed on him. You saw the way his jaw tensed, like he was fighting himself—wanting to say something but holding back.

His eyes finally met yours, and for a moment, there was that same intensity, the same look that always made you feel like he was seeing right through you. But he quickly looked away again, dropping his hands into his pockets. “Just… wonderin’ how things are gonna play out, you know?” He cleared his throat, avoiding the real answer, still dancing around the edges of what he really wanted to say.

You raised an eyebrow, amused by how hard he was trying to keep it together. You knew what this was about—he’d been like this for a while now, ever since the tension between you two started to build. He didn’t know about Spooky, and part of you wondered if that’s why he was always watching you, waiting for a moment to step in. You could see it in his eyes, that quiet yearning he tried to hide. But this was Cesar, and he wasn’t going to make the first move. Not with all the history hanging over his head.

You bit back a smile, watching him squirm a little more, enjoying how flustered he was. “Well, whatever you’re thinking about, don’t overthink it too much. You’ll drive yourself crazy,” you said, your tone playful, but there was a weight behind your words. You weren’t ready to let him in on your secret, not yet.

There was something in the way Cesar looked at you, something you’d noticed since you got jumped in, but never called out. It was like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. You weren’t blind; you knew Cesar had feelings for you, had caught the way he stared a little too long, how he got flustered when you teased him. But there was a problem—a big one.

The streets weren’t a place for soft feelings. There were rules, unspoken ones, and messing around with someone else’s girl was a quick way to cause problems—big ones. You hadn’t told anyone about your relationship yet because, well, sometimes keeping things under wraps was safer. But Cesar was making it hard. Real hard.

Cesar shifted awkwardly, his foot scuffing at the dirt as he trailed off. “I was just, uh…” His voice dropped a little, barely audible over the street noise. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. You know, sometime. Just us.”

You felt your chest tighten slightly, catching the nervous energy coming off him. His words hung in the air between you, heavy with all the things he wasn’t saying. César was younger than most in the crew, but he had heart. He was smart, loyal, always there when things went sideways. You had a soft spot for him, sure, but this… this was complicated. There was no denying that the kid had feelings for you—he’d made it pretty clear in his own awkward, quiet way—but things weren’t that simple.

Cesar’s cheeks flushed just a little, and he quickly stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to hide the nerves that were so obvious in his body language. “I mean… nothing serious. Just thought we could, I don’t know, talk. Get to know each other more.”

His voice wavered slightly, betraying the casual tone he was aiming for. There it was—that awkward, hopeful tone that always tugged at your heart a little, even if you weren’t about to admit it. Cesar wasn’t smooth, not like some of the other guys in the crew, and that innocence made his feelings for you all the more obvious.

You sighed inwardly, knowing this was a delicate situation. Cesar wasn’t just any guy—he was part of the crew, and messing with his emotions could cause a ripple effect. But beyond that, he was Oscar’s little brother. That added a whole different layer of complication. You were already navigating enough as it was, trying to keep your relationship with Spooky under wraps. The last thing you needed was César catching feelings for you.

But the way he looked at you, with that quiet, intense gaze, like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment—it made it harder to brush him off. He had that sincerity, that almost naïve sense of care that was rare in the life you led. Most people in the gang had walls built high, but Cesar? His were still only half-built, and part of you didn’t want to be the one to finish the job.

You pressed your lips together, glancing away for a moment to collect your thoughts. How do you tell a kid like Cesar that this wasn’t going to happen without crushing him? You didn’t want to hurt him, but at the same time, you had to be careful. The last thing you needed was word getting around that Spooky’s girl was flirting with his little brother. The fallout could be messy.

You finally looked back at him, a small, almost sympathetic smile on your lips. “Hang out, huh?” You kept your tone light, teasing just a little, though there was a trace of hesitation in your voice. “What kind of hangout are we talking?”

Cesar’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, the hope in them made your chest tighten. He wasn’t just talking about kicking it. You knew that. He knew that. But you also knew he wasn’t going to come right out and say it—not yet, at least. His feelings were written all over his face, though, and you could see him struggling to keep it cool, like he didn’t want to scare you off.

“I dunno,” he said, his voice softer now, almost shy. “Maybe just… hang. Talk. Get away from all this for a minute, you know?”

You could tell he was testing the waters, trying to gauge your reaction, and for a second, you almost wished things were different. In another life, maybe. But this wasn’t that life, and you couldn’t afford to let this go any further.

You sighed again, this time audibly, the weight of the situation pressing down on your shoulders. “Cesar,” you started, your voice gentle but firm, “you know we’re in deep with the Santos right now. I’m not sure it’s the best time for… whatever this is.”

His face fell just a little, the hope dimming in his eyes as he looked down at the ground. He shifted his feet, trying to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal, but you could see the hurt creeping in around the edges. “Yeah, I get it,” he muttered, forcing a small smile. “I was just thinking.. never mind.”

Before you could respond, you felt someone’s presence approaching behind you, the familiar swagger in his steps making you mutter a curse under your breath. Great timing.

“Yo, you ready to bounce or what?” a deep voice asked, cutting through the tension. You turned to see Oscar—Spooky—walking up, his usual unreadable expression in place. His eyes, however, lingered on you just a little longer than they probably should have, a subtle look passing between the two of you that no one else seemed to catch.

You felt Cesar’s eyes darting back and forth between the two of you, confusion and something like suspicion flickering in his gaze.

You cleared your throat, your casual tone betraying the tension coiled in your chest as you pushed off the car. “Yeah, I’m good. We done here?” Your words felt light, but the atmosphere had shifted. It was thick now, like the air before a storm—heavy, waiting for something to break.

Oscar gave a brief nod, his eyes flicking over to Cesar for a second, scanning the scene like he could sense the same shift you felt. “Yeah, we’re done.” After a moment’s hesitation, he added, his voice low but steady, “You need a ride?”

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks,” you replied, forcing a small smile. But there was no mistaking it—the air between the three of you had changed, heavy with unspoken things.

Cesar stood a few paces away, frowning as he glanced between you and Oscar. His brow furrowed like he was trying to put the pieces together, but something just didn’t quite fit. “You two, uh… you cool or something?” he asked, his voice uncertain, like he was testing the waters.

Oscar didn’t flinch. His gaze hardened, a subtle shift in his posture as he met Cesar’s eyes. The look was cool, calculating—his usual calmness, but there was an edge there, one that spoke volumes. “We’re cool, lil’ homie. Why?”

Cesar shifted his weight, swallowing hard as his confusion deepened. He tried to play it cool, but the uncertainty was clear in his voice. “No reason. Just… wondering.” His eyes darted between you and Oscar again, like he was chasing down a truth that was just out of reach.

You could feel the walls tightening. This wasn’t going to be easy. You weren’t one for games, not when it came to this. Not with Cesar. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him or drag this out longer than it needed to be.

You exhaled, stepping closer to Cesar, lowering your voice so only he could hear. “Look, Cesar. There’s something you don’t know.” You tried to keep it calm, to keep it light, but your words came out heavier than you’d meant.

His eyes locked on yours, confusion etched in his expression. “What do you mean?” He took a small step back, his gaze flicking between you and Oscar, his instinctive suspicion rising.

You glanced over at Oscar, who stood still, arms crossed, but his eyes—those sharp, yellow eyes—were fixed on you. He nodded ever so slightly, giving you that silent go-ahead. It was your call, and now was the time.

You swallowed, then let it out in one breath. “I’m with someone. I’ve been seeing someone for a while.”

Cesar blinked, his brow furrowing deeper. “Wait, what? Who?” His voice was a little higher now, his brain racing to process this new information.

Your gaze moved back to Oscar, who hadn’t budged, but the quiet intensity of his presence was there. You let the words come out softly, without hesitation. “Oscar.” You didn’t need to say more. It was obvious. But you said it anyway. “I’m with him.”

Cesar’s eyes widened, his expression frozen in a mix of disbelief and shock. His mouth moved, but no words came out at first. It was as if the world had shifted on its axis, and he was still trying to catch up. “Spooky? You’re with Spooky?”

You nodded, your voice soft, but firm. “Yeah. It’s been on the low for a minute. Didn’t want to make a thing out of it.” You glanced at Oscar again. His expression remained steady, but the look he gave you was filled with something softer now. There was a flicker of something that might’ve been pride, or understanding—maybe both.

Cesar stood there, stunned. His face shifted between emotions, confusion, surprise, hurt. You could see the cogs turning in his head, trying to piece this all together, and it made your stomach twist. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you couldn’t hide this anymore.

He shook his head, disoriented. “I didn’t know… I wouldn’t have—” His voice cracked slightly, the hurt more evident in his tone now. “I didn’t mean to—”

You quickly shook your head, stepping closer to him. “It’s alright, Cesar,” you said, your voice soft, trying to calm the hurt you could see in his eyes. “I get it. You didn’t know. But now you do.”

Cesar exhaled, running his hand through his hair, clearly trying to process everything. His gaze dropped for a second as he gathered himself. When he looked back at you, there was that tight jaw of his, the look of someone who was fighting to keep his cool. “Damn. I really didn’t see that coming,” he muttered, shaking his head, his voice low.

Oscar, who had been quiet until now, spoke with that calm but firm tone of his. “Ain’t nothing to worry about, lil’ homie. We cool.”

Cesar’s gaze flicked to Oscar, and you could tell there was a flicker of uncertainty there. He was still piecing it all together, and that was fine. He would come around. He was tough. But there was a slight tightening around his eyes, the disappointment too heavy to hide.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re cool,” he muttered, his voice tight as he glanced at you one last time. Then, without another word, he turned and walked off, his steps heavy and deliberate, like the weight of the moment was still pressing down on him.

You watched him go, feeling a pang of guilt tug at your chest. It wasn’t like this had been easy for you either. But it was out now. And things would change, for better or worse.

Oscar’s arm slid around your waist, pulling you close, his body warmth a comfort in the sudden cold of the moment. His fingers tightened slightly around you as he leaned in, his voice low and steady. “You think he’ll be alright?”

You sighed, leaning into his side, letting yourself relax just a little bit. “He’s tough. He’ll figure it out.”

Oscar shrugged, but there was no doubt in his voice. “He’ll be fine. We cool.”

You let the silence settle around you for a moment, the weight of it still there. The guilt, the uncertainty. But you knew, deep down, that this was the life you had chosen—complicated, messy, and real. But at the end of the day, you were with the person you wanted to be with, no matter how complicated or difficult that might make things.

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