#oc julio diaz

[ratnukegenius]

[ ID: a drawing of julio diaz from prolegomenon sitting in a diner. he has dark skin, short dark brown hair, and a mole on his cheek. he's smiling with his eyes closed and mouth open, and he's wearing an orange shirt and a party hat. in front of him is a milkshake with a lit candle on top. end ID. ]

i had two versions of this until i realized i forgot to give him his shitty little T-stache ... so now there is just this one. happy birthday julio sorry for how long it took me to draw you !!!

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[jaypillerva]

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[gerardofontenelle]

Apple Arcade - A New World To Play In from Mauro Chiarello on Vimeo.

Director: Ian Pons Jewell Producer: Chris Avery @ Apple Writer: Jordan Pories Creative Director: Hamish Pinnel Art Director: Esteban Cardona Group Creative Directors: Sam Oliver & Carl Broadhurst AD Producer: Jacob Stitzel Production Company: Reset Managing Director: Dave Morrison Executive Producers: Deannie O'Neil & Jen Beitler Head of Production: JP Colombo Producer: Megan Moore Director of Photography: Mauro Chiarello Director’s Assistant: George Daniell Casting: Majo Gallardo Costume Designer: Nayeli de Alba

Production Service Company: The Lift Producer: Fuad Abded Managing Director: Avelino Rodriguez Production Manger: Israel González Cadena Unit Manager: Vladimir Espinoza Production Coordinator: Liliana Huacuja APOC: David Carretero Script: Andrea Eduardina Key PA: Juan Tovar Production Assistants: Erick Ávila, Miguel Luna, Isaac Alvarez Runner: Paulina Camacho Chaperone: Paulina Marín Chaperone: Paulina Maqueda Locations Manager: Sergio Aguilar Locations Assistants: Itzia Rojas, Rodrigo López, Eduardo Gutierrez, Andrés Macías, Juan Chávez

1st AD DGA: Robert Phillips 1st AD: Sandra Mayerstein 2nd AD Vala Cárdenas 2nd AD: Lorenza Ramos 1st AC Horacio Vega 2nd AC: Adonay Meza Camera PA: Edson Reyes DIT: Julio Cesar Gonzalez Data Manager: Hayde Medina Corona VTR Operator: Jonathan Fernando Noriega Hernández VTR Assistants: Eduardo Martinez & Miguel Valdez Wheels Operator: Felipe Pérez-Burchard Steadicam Operator: Gerardo Manjarezz Trinity Operator: Niels Lindelien Gaffer: Leonardo Julián Key Grip: Juan Antonio Aguilar López Key Grip: Jose Marcos Vilchis VFX Supervisor: Daniel "Chovy" Cordero VFX Assistants: Rafael Santana Cruz & Francisco Ruben Perez Reyes

Production Designers: Robin Brown & Margarita Laborde Hair & Make Up: Chela Olea Hair & Make Up Assistants: Yoali Cortés, Ixchel Cortés Stunt Coordinator: Tomas Guzman Art Coordinator: Katia Duarte Propmaster: Diego Téllez Decorator: Melinda Ridaura Decorator: Sandra Jalife Art Assistant: Jessica Peralta Wardrobe Coordinator: Giselle Arriaga Wardrobe Assistants: Rodrigo Montoya, Paulina Regalado, Christian Fernando, Rocelia Alexandra Graphic Design: Mireya Guerrero Renders: Hugo Jiménez Swings: Daniel Hernández, Jesús Enriquez, Aldo Márquez, Juan Cisneros, Néstor Luna, Luis Hernández, Gabriel Cabrera.

Edit Company: Whitehouse Post, Los Angeles Editor: Tobias Suhm Executive Producer: Joanna Manning Post Producer: Jordan Stricklin

VFX Company: Framestore VFX Supervisor: James Rogers Senior Producer: Joe Greenberg Art Director: Carlos Vidal Lead Data Wrangler: Fabio Zapata Data Wrangler: Juan Colon Coordinator: Evan Kanter

CAST Kid in car: Ariella Covalin-Mizarahi Metro Guy: Shu Sakimoto

Chef & Waiters: Jack Morris Jean Wolf Allison Vargas

Taco Stand: Mariana Arias Emme Gonzalez Paulina Camacho Oscar Sagrado Raphael De Cecco Ivan Modragon Christian Godoy Miguel Angel

Airplane: Heidy Diaz

Popcorn Eaters: Micah Bijon Charlie Scovill

Clothes Guy: Rick Darge Bus Shelter: Yuki Oc-Noda

[poettier]

Apple Arcade - A New World To Play In from Ian Pons Jewell on Vimeo.

Director: Ian Pons Jewell Producer: Chris Avery @ Apple Writer: Jordan Pories Creative Director: Hamish Pinnel Art Director: Esteban Cardona Group Creative Directors: Sam Oliver & Carl Broadhurst AD Producer: Jacob Stitzel Production Company: Reset Managing Director: Dave Morrison Executive Producers: Deannie O'Neil & Jen Beitler Head of Production: JP Colombo Producer: Megan Moore Director of Photography: Mauro Chiarello Director’s Assistant: George Daniell Casting: Majo Gallardo Costume Designer: Nayeli de Alba

Production Service Company: The Lift Producer: Fuad Abded Managing Director: Avelino Rodriguez Production Manger: Israel González Cadena Unit Manager: Vladimir Espinoza Production Coordinator: Liliana Huacuja APOC: David Carretero Script: Andrea Eduardina Key PA: Juan Tovar Production Assistants: Erick Ávila, Miguel Luna, Isaac Alvarez Runner: Paulina Camacho Chaperone: Paulina Marín Chaperone: Paulina Maqueda Locations Manager: Sergio Aguilar Locations Assistants: Itzia Rojas, Rodrigo López, Eduardo Gutierrez, Andrés Macías, Juan Chávez

1st AD DGA: Robert Phillips 1st AD: Sandra Mayerstein 2nd AD Vala Cárdenas 2nd AD: Lorenza Ramos 1st AC Horacio Vega 2nd AC: Adonay Meza Camera PA: Edson Reyes DIT: Julio Cesar Gonzalez Data Manager: Hayde Medina Corona VTR Operator: Jonathan Fernando Noriega Hernández VTR Assistants: Eduardo Martinez & Miguel Valdez Wheels Operator: Felipe Pérez-Burchard Steadicam Operator: Gerardo Manjarezz Trinity Operator: Niels Lindelien Gaffer: Leonardo Julián Key Grip: Juan Antonio Aguilar López Key Grip: Jose Marcos Vilchis VFX Supervisor: Daniel "Chovy" Cordero VFX Assistants: Rafael Santana Cruz & Francisco Ruben Perez Reyes

Production Designers: Robin Brown & Margarita Laborde Hair & Make Up: Chela Olea Hair & Make Up Assistants: Yoali Cortés, Ixchel Cortés Stunt Coordinator: Tomas Guzman Art Coordinator: Katia Duarte Propmaster: Diego Téllez Decorator: Melinda Ridaura Decorator: Sandra Jalife Art Assistant: Jessica Peralta Wardrobe Coordinator: Giselle Arriaga Wardrobe Assistants: Rodrigo Montoya, Paulina Regalado, Christian Fernando, Rocelia Alexandra Graphic Design: Mireya Guerrero Renders: Hugo Jiménez Swings: Daniel Hernández, Jesús Enriquez, Aldo Márquez, Juan Cisneros, Néstor Luna, Luis Hernández, Gabriel Cabrera.

Edit Company: Whitehouse Post, Los Angeles Editor: Tobias Suhm Executive Producer: Joanna Manning Post Producer: Jordan Stricklin

VFX Company: Framestore VFX Supervisor: James Rogers Senior Producer: Joe Greenberg Art Director: Carlos Vidal Lead Data Wrangler: Fabio Zapata Data Wrangler: Juan Colon Coordinator: Evan Kanter

CAST Kid in car: Ariella Covalin-Mizarahi Metro Guy: Shu Sakimoto

Chef & Waiters: Jack Morris Jean Wolf Allison Vargas

Taco Stand: Mariana Arias Emme Gonzalez Paulina Camacho Oscar Sagrado Raphael De Cecco Ivan Modragon Christian Godoy Miguel Angel

Airplane: Heidy Diaz

Popcorn Eaters: Micah Bijon Charlie Scovill

Clothes Guy: Rick Darge Bus Shelter: Yuki Oc-Noda

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

*

“Mirabel,” he said, gripping her shoulders tightly, looking her in the eye. The water rose higher and higher, nearly at her mouth. “I’m going to do something and- and I’ll need you to hold onto me, because I won’t be able to move by myself once I do.”

“What?”

“Just trust me. Please.”

She seemed to be searching his face for something, staring at him, not even blinking. Whatever she was looking for, she must have found it, because she nodded.

“I trust you, Bruno.”

*

When Mirabel and Bruno are trapped in the dark with water rising around them, Bruno's visions may just save the day.

The pieces begin to fall into place.

[beepbeepstop]

Jailbait

Summary: Oscar had a specific type, and it was the complete opposite of Lilianna. Before he would never even give her second glance, but the more she began to hang around Cesar. The more he started to notice the little things he liked about her. 

Warnings: Cursing, 3 year age gap, smoking, drinking

Word Count: 520

Pairing: Black OC x Oscar Diaz

masterlist pt.2

“I went to the Africans yesterday to get my box braids, and Cesar you don’t understand how much pain im in right now. I feel like my whole scalp is going to fall off” I said while rubbing coconut oil on my head.

“It can’t be that bad. It’s just hair” Cesar said shrugging.

I sent Cesar a dirty death glare. Then the perfect plan popped into my head. While Cesar wasn’t paying attention I grabbed onto his hair and yanked it hard.

“Does this hurt Cesar” I asked while laughing.

“Yes, Yes, Yes, now let go of me. I see your point now. Ow” he said while frantically waving his arms around.

I let go of Cesar’s hair and he began to rub his scalp.

“Now imagine walking around with that feeling plus a little bit of weight, because these extensions can lowkey be heavy”

“I understand. I will never speak on a subject I know nothing about again” he said with a pained expression.

“Promise?” I said holding out my pinky.

“Promise” he said while locking our pinkies together

Then Cesar’s older brother Oscar walked into the living room with a confused expression.

“What the fuck are you weirdos doing?” Oscar asked while walking towards the fridge to grab a beer.

“I just taught Cesar a very valuable lesson” I said wrapping my left arm around Cesar’s shoulders.

Oscar looks up from to the fridge to look at Lilianna.

“Where the fuck are your clothes” he asks (her outfit)

“What do you mean? I’m wearing clothes right now” I replied

“No you’re basically naked”

“No I’m not. Cesar said it was a cute outfit when I came over this morning” “A cute outfit for a dick appointment” he said while chuckling

“Shut up” I said crossing my arms

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to walk around half naked when hanging around cholos” Oscar said with a smirk.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to make unsolicited comments about a woman’s appearance” I said getting in his face.

“No” he said flatly while taking a sip of his beer.

Now that Lilianna was closer to Oscar he started to notice the small changes about her. Has she always been this short, he thought to himself. He remembered her as Cesar’s short friend that he would have to sometimes have to pick up from school with Cesar, and bring her back to the house so they could hang out. The person standing in front of him was not the same little girl that he remembered. She was 5′3, smooth brown skin, beautiful almond brown eyes, full lips, and a decent bust (aka boobies). 

“When’d you get boobs?” Oscar asked while looking down at me.

I felt heat rush to my face, because of Oscar’s statement. Oscar began to walk around Lilianna inspecting her body (this sounds hella creepy, I’m sorry).

“Nice ass” Oscar said, taking a sip from his beer and sitting down. 

“Are you done being a pedophile and scaring my friend Osar” Cesar said grabbing my wrist.

“Maybe” Oscar said getting up and walking towards the door.

Author’s Note~

Should I make this into a series?

[youare-mysonshine]

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!

—————

*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..”

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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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[commandersheda]

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

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

Warnings: Language 

Word Count: 1,026

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Possession.”

“Ah,” she nodded. “Cuánto?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Phoenix,” she answered. 

“Is she the one coming to get you?”

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

“A friend.”

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

“Sad Eyes,” he stated. “Y tú?”

“Monaco.”

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

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

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

“Is it your government name?” she asked.

“No-”

“Then it’s made up.”

“Okay, fair,” Sad Eyes chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The same one I learn yours on.”

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

“Long story,” Sad Eyes shook his head. 

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

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

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

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

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

[quierorodarnojodan]

Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

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Alemania x Norte De Italia

Austria x Hungría [♥]

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Prussia x Austria [♥]

Bleach

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Carole & Tuesday

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Dragon Ball

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Durarara!!

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Fairy Tails

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FullMetal Alchemist

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Get Backers

Kakei Juubei & Fuuchouin Kazuki

Haikyuu!!

Ooikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime

Haru wo Daiteita

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Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka x Illumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paladiknight x Kurapika [♥]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [♥]

Naruto

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Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

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Hyoga x Shun

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Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

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Shingeki no Kyojin

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Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

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Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

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Scooby-Doo

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The Dragon Prince

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The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

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Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

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9-1-1

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer

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Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

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Class

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Common Law

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Cobra Kai

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Deadwind (Karppi)

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Downton Abbey

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Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

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LazyTown

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London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

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Once Upon a Time

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Stranger Things

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Teen Wolf

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The Alienist

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The Boys

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The Irregulars

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Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

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The Umbrella Academy

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The Walking Dead

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The Witcher

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Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

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Vampire Diaries

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Warehouse 13

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Películas

Cloud Atlas

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Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

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Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

IT

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Rise of the Guardians

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The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

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DC Comics

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Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

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Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

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Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

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An original On My Block fanfic: Church†Oscar Diaz by KZA____ (yours truly) only on Wattpad

Summary: JoJo Turner is back in town for good, only to get back into her bad habits.

Warnings: explicit language, violence, drug usage and sexual themes.

link is below 🤗

https://my.w.tt/B2Kfwk0Lq5

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this was my piece for the one year anniversary for PROLEGOMENON... drawing it was kind of hell on earth but i'm still pretty proud of it. putting an ID on this one and writing all the tags is also super messed up because of how much is going on here but it's still fun.

PROLEGOMENON updates every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 7 PM EST.

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prolegomenon pride! pride for prolegomenon! this baby can fit so many trans people! etc!

PROLEGOMENON updates every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 7 PM EST.

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

*

They walked in silence for a while, Mirabel clinging to Bruno’s arm. She kept looking at him like she was afraid he’d disappear.

Bruno got it. Honestly, he kept glancing sideways to make sure she was still there too.

Mirabel was…His niece? He had a niece. A whole bunch of nieces and nephews, according to Mirabel.

“What are their names?” he blurted out.

“Huh?” Mirabel blinked at him.

“Your, uh- siblings. And cousins. What are their names?”

*

Mirabel and Bruno continue their journey to Encanto. Mirabel gives Bruno and crash-course in the Madrigal family and the truth about Bruno's two-ended vision comes out.

Zarita and The Diaz Brothers strike a deal.

(Dolores is in for a big surprise.)

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

*

She could hear the waterfall much more clearly now.

Mirabel followed the sound of it through the tunnel and, when she finally emerged on the other side, her mouth dropped open.

It was a massive cavern surrounded by cliffs on all sides. The wild flowers were beautiful and fragrant; there was the river and a pond, there was the waterfall she’d heard.

And, most unusual of all, there was a tower.

It was no watchtower, that was for sure. It looked like something from a fairytale. It was actually quite pretty, but she couldn’t see any door, just more flowers and ivy.

But, Mirabel thought as the wind picked up and she shivered. It’s dry.

*

In her quest to save her Tio's crown, Mirabel comes across a strange tower.

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

*

Mirabel was frowning, annoyed and a little concerned. Definitely confused. “Are you okay?”

Smiling, resisting the sudden urge to laugh, Bruno kicked his sandals off. He picked them up and walked through the grass barefoot, leading the way to the tunnel.

“Never better,” he said. Oh God, he was really doing this, he was outside. He looked up at the sky, ran his hand along the rocks and breathed deeply. The grass was still damp from all that rain and fog, it was still pretty cloudy and it was all utterly glorious.

“You’re gonna get dirty,” Mirabel said, following close behind.

Finally, Bruno let himself laugh. “I don’t care!” he said and he was surprised to realise it was true.

*

Bruno and Mirabel start their journey. A chance encounter leads Zarita to realise just how much she's lost control. Meanwhile, the Diaz Brothers seek shelter from the royal guards. In other words: all roads lead to the same pub.

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Second Wardrobe

Summary: Lilianna is 5′4 and Oscar is 6′4. Basically he’s a fucking giant in her eyes, and Lilianna is a dwarf in his. Lilianna is always stealing Oscar’s clothes, and he is constantly getting mad her. 

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

Word Count: 575

Pairing: Black OC x Oscar Diaz

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Oscar invited me to his house for a small house date. I walked into his house and headed straight towards his room.

“Hold the fuck up” Oscar said running into the room.

“Is that my fucking flannel”

“Yes. Isn’t it cute on me?” I said batting my eyelashes at him.

“Yea it looks cute on you bebita”

“So what movie do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know to be honest, but watching you for a couple hours could be more interesting” he said pulling me onto his bed.

“Oscar that sounds fucking creepy”

“It’s not cree.... hOLD up is that my bandana?”

“Yes, it is. We should watch Never Have I Ever. Flaca told me that it was really good”

“Don’t change the topic so fucking fast”

“Shhhh, the show is starting”

Lilianna cuddled up to Oscar as the intro to Never Have I Ever started to play on Oscar’s TV, but Oscar couldn’t take his eyes off of Lilianna. He wasn’t looking at her in the cute in love way. He was inspecting her to see what thing she stole from me. The more things that he noticed, the more upset he got. Oscar isn’t the sharing is caring type of person. He didn’t like when other people touched his things, but Lilianna was different. She wasn’t other people, she was his girlfriend. So he didn’t mind when she touched or wore some of his things, but everybody has there limits. 

“Is that my fucking Virgen de Guadalupe chain?”

“Yes, and you’re so fucking sexy when you speak spanish” I said placing my hand on Oscar’s cheek.

“You’re not even Catholic”

“But it reminds me of you when I miss you”

“Aw, I’m sorry for yelling at you baby. Let me make it up to you” Oscar said.

He then began to kiss my neck and softly sucking small bruises onto my neck, His kisses got lower and lower as each second passed. As Oscar kissed down your chest to your stomach he noticed something in his peripherals.

“Is that my watch” Oscar said as his head shot up.

“Yes baby, It is. Keep going” I said as i pushed his back to his previous position. 

“Sorry baby”

Oscar went back to leaving a trail of kisses and love bites. He finally got to your pants and he started to unbuckle your belt until he noticed something.

“Is this my belt” 

“Baby shhhhhh”

He muttered something inaudible under his breath as he unbuckled the belt. When he finally freed you of the belt what he saw what laid underneath it pissed him off. You pushed all his buttons.

“OH HELL NAH. THAT’S IT” he yelled while standing up.

“What’s wrong baby?” you said as you leaned against his head board.

“You crossed the line Lilianna. Give me back all my shit” 

“But dont I look cu-” Oscar cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

“Don’t start with that cutesy bullshit. I want all my shit NOW”

As you began to take off his flannel you said,

“If I give you back all your stuff then I’ll be naked”

“I’m okay with that” he said smirking at you.

You pouted as you took off all of Oscar’s items and returned them to him.

“What am I suppose to wear now?”

“Your own shit”

“What’s the point of having a boyfriend if you cant wear his clothes” you said while crossing your arms.