#this is the only thing he has over cesare...trying to hurt cesare for being what he can never be...close to their family and has their love

[borgialucrezia]

JUAN BORGIA + teasing his brother for being a Cardinal "Well, this cleric does both." "Prove it"

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One For Us

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: Peeta gets upset when you suggest getting married to appease the Capitol

Masterlist

“We could get married.”

Everyone stopped debating strategies for getting President Snow to believe your love story and looked up at you upon your suggestion. You felt self conscious with all the eyes on you so you looked to Peeta for help. You thought he’d agree with you but he was just staring at you with an almost hurt expression.

“What?” He asked you in a quiet voice.

“You said we’re gonna be on this train forever anyway, right? We’d have to get married eventually. We might as well do it right now to convince Snow how in love we are. We could make a huge deal of the proposal and the dress and cake. Don’t Capital people love all that kind of stuff?” You asked Haymitch.

“She’s right.” Haymitch agreed. “A wedding between the star crossed winners might be the one thing in more demand than the games. If we spin a story about the wedding being canceled due to the games, maybe the outrage would be enough to get the Capitol to change their minds about sending you two back in there.”

“Yeah. And we could go on Cesar’s show and say that we were so in love that we couldn’t wait any longer and had to get engaged. We can make a whole big thing of it. That should be enough to convince Snow that we’re in love, right?” You asked. Peeta blinked a few times and let out a short dry laugh.

“Fine. I don’t care. Let’s just do it.” Peeta sighed as he got up to leave. You frowned and watched him walk about without giving you so much as a glance in your direction. You looked at Haymitch and Effie and held up your hands with confusion.

“What’s his problem?”

“He’s probably just sore that he wasn’t the one who came up with the brilliant idea.” Haymitch replied and gave you a proud pat on the back.

“Oh my goodness. You fools.” Effie huffed and shook her head. “That’s not why he’s upset.”

“Then why? I’m just trying to help. It’s not like he came up with anything.” You said and folded your arms like a child out of annoyance over Peeta’s disapproval of your idea.

“He’s upset because this is not how he wanted this to happen.” Effie said as she looked at only you.

“So the idea of marrying me is so awful to him that he had to storm out of the room?” You grumbled.

“No, child. He’s not upset that he has to marry you. He’s upset that it’s only counterfeit.” Effie explained with a tight smile. You stopped being angry with Peeta and took a moment to process what she was saying.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” You decided and got up to follow him. You found Peeta in the back of the train, staring out the window with his chin in his hand.

“Hey.” You said quietly as you sat down near him.

“Hi.” Peeta replied without taking his eyes off the window.

“I’m sorry about that back there. I should’ve talked to you before telling Haymitch about getting married. I didn’t think it would upset you.”

“It’s okay.” He said quietly. “It’s a great idea.”

“You hate it.” You laughed nervously and wished he’d look at you. A smile tugged on Peeta’s lips and he nodded his head.

“Yeah.” He admitted. “I do.”

“But why? Why do you not want to get married?” You asked. Peeta stayed silent and turned his head so that you couldn’t see his face. You got up to sit beside him and put your hand in his leg to silently comfort him until he was able to speak. He looked down at your hand before looking up and wiping his face with his sleeve.

“I do want to get married. I always have.” He admitted. “I always wanted to find a girl that I love and could be genuine companions with. And to not just get married because it was convenient or beneficial to us both, but because we were best friends and wanted to be with each other forever. So we’d take vows to promise each other that. And then have a big family and live a quiet but happy life.”

“Oh. I see. Marrying me would prevent you from finding her.” You nodded in understanding. It stung you a little to hear him talk about the life he dreamed of with someone else but you couldn’t place why you felt that way. Peeta finally turned his head to look at you and had a sad smile on his face.

“What?” You wondered.

“You know, when I was little, I always saw myself marrying you.” He admitted.

“You…you did?” You asked with a surprised smile.

“I did.” He nodded. “I liked you from the very first time I saw you. So I went home and told my mom I was gonna marry you. I was only six.”

“What’d she say?”

“She asked if you were the coal miners girl and I said yes. Then she told me she almost married your dad.”

“What? My dad?” You were taken aback and pointed to yourself.

“Yeah. He gave her a ring and everything. But it didn’t work out. I don’t remember why. Then she told me she hopes I don’t have the same fate as she did.” He said with a dry laugh.

“That’s too bad for them. But I think it’s cute you had a schoolboy crush on me.” You told him, making his cheeks adorn with a rosy glow.

“Trust me. It was more than a schoolboy crush. You had a hold on me for years. I had this whole plan to ask you to marry me after high school. I was gonna propose that we start a business together. I could sell my bread and you could sell game. I was going to get us a cow and chickens so we could save money on supplies. And we could build a house near the forest so you don’t have to travel far when you went to hunt. We’d be poor but we’d be happy. I was gonna tell you all of that when I proposed, by the way.”

“That’s a really good plan, Peeta. I had no idea you thought that all through.” You smiled softly as a sadness weighed on your chest. He had all these plans that would never be realized because of the cards he had been dealt. His sweet fantasy of a wholesome future together was going to be replaced with fake weddings and bloodshed.

“Yeah, I did. I really though it would happen too. That’s why I stormed out earlier. You suggested we get married and just sounded so cavalier. Like, it was just one more thing we could do to please Snow. And I guess it made me think of my plans for the future and how I was never going to get any of them. So I got upset. It wasn’t anything against you.” He assured you with a sad smile.

“I understand. I just thought you didn’t want to marry me. I didn’t know you had all those plans. I’m sorry they won’t be happening.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry too. You and I got reaped just a few months before I was gonna ask you. And I haven’t recognized my life since then. But before all of this, I really thought it was gonna happen. Given that you said yes, of course. I even told my mother about my plan. She gave me this.” Peeta said and pulled necklace out from underneath his shirt. On a leather cord was a dainty silver diamond ring.

“Oh my gosh, Peeta. t’s beautiful.” You gasped and leaned forward to gently touch it with your fingertips. Peeta gulped at how close you were and felt his face heat up again.

“Your dad gave it to her.” He told you. “He found that diamond himself when he was working.”

“I can’t believe she kept it all these years. She could’ve made a fortune with this.”

“That’s what I said. But she said it was worth more than any amount they could offer her.”

“She sounds like a romantic. I see where you get it from.” You laughed softly and nudged him a little.

“Yeah. I’m a lot like her.”He said with a timid smile as he looked into your eyes. You stared at each other for a moment and you felt an ache in your bones for him. He was still so kind and gentle despite what you’d gone through together and the impending doom that loomed over your heads. He still wore the diamond ring his mom gave him and credited his kindness to her. Your mind began to picture the future Peeta had painted for you and you felt homesick for a place you’d never been to. You wished you could jump from the train and go live the life he described, but that could never happen.

“I wish we didn’t end up here.” You said in a quiet voice. You feared that if you spoke any louder, you’d burst into tears.

“I know. Me too. I wish things were different. I wish that I was asking you to marry me because I decided it was time. And I wish…” He trailed off as he started to get emotional at the thought of the life he would never have.

“You wish what?” You asked calmly and rubbed his arm to comfort him.

“I wish I knew you were saying yes because you meant it.” He admitted. “Not because you have to.”

You were both quiet for a while after that confession. A silence that wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, just very heavy, sat among you as you looked in opposite directions.

“I would’ve said yes.” You said after a beat.

“What?”

“If you had asked me. After high school. And told me about the cows and chickens and business. I would have told you yes.” You explained with a timid smile. Peeta stared at you for a minute to see if you were joking or not.

“No you wouldn’t have. You didn’t even know me back then.” He laughed dismissively.

“Yes I did. I knew you were kind and strong and hardworking. And now that I know you better, I know that you’re funny and resilient and thoughtful and kinda grumpy before you’ve had tea in the morning and not the worst to look at. What more could I ask for?”

“Not the worst to look at?” He cracked a smile.

“Come on. You know you’re handsome. Don’t make me say.” You rolled your eyes and he blushed once again.

“I would not use that word to describe myself. Especially not with Finnick running around.” He mumbled.

“Well I happen to think you’re very handsome. And the wife is always right. You need to know that if we’re going to get married. So shut up.” You said and playfully smacked his leg.

“Don’t tell me to shut up or else you’re not getting a ring.” Peeta played along.

“Oh, I’m getting that ring.” You insisted. “And I get to name all the cows. You can do what you want with the chicken but the cows are mine. And I’m giving them last names too. Fancy ones.”

You and Peeta both laughed at the dumb joke and you felt yourself relax. Even if your lives weren’t going to go the way you’d hoped, at least you could look forward to these moments of sweetness with him.

“Would you really have said yes?” Peeta asked in a small voice once your laughter died down.

“It depends. How would you have asked me?”

“I had a plan for that too, actually. I was going to pick you a bouquet of wild flowers. The ones that grow by the river bank. I know you like those.”

“I do like those. The orange and purple ones.”

“Yeah. Those.” He smiled. “I was gonna bring them to you and then get down on one knee. Like this.”

“That’s very old fashioned of you.” You couldn’t help but blush as Peeta got down on one knee in front of you.

“I know. But that’s all I know how to be. An old fashioned romantic. I even practiced how to get the ring out with one hand.” Peeta said as he struggled to get the ring from around his neck.

“You didn’t practice very hard.” You teased.

“Shh. Yes I did. I’m just nervous.” He laughed and finally got the ring free.

“Don’t be.” You told him. “It’s just you and me.”

“I was gonna explain how I got the ring. But I already told you that so pretend I was proposing then.” He said and waved his hand, making you laugh.

“Okay. I will. Oh, wow. My father’s ring? That he gave to your mother? Meaning we were almost siblings? How romantic.” You dramatically played along to humor him.

“Hush now. I’m trying to remember my plan. Then I was gonna tell you…” He trailed off again and a sheepish smile broke through on his face. You could see him losing his confidence but didn’t want him to stop.

“Tell me what?” You asked quietly and took his hand.

“I was going to say that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And that I’ve seen a million sunsets since bakers have to get up before dawn but not one of them could compare to you. I would’ve said that you enchanted me from the first day I saw you and every day since. And that to know you is to be in awe of you. I would have told you that you were the strongest person I know and if you’d let me, I’d help you bear some of the weight you have on your shoulders.”

“Keep going.” You whispered and held his hand to your chest.

“Oh, okay, um. I was gonna tell you that I know you don’t love me yet but you could learn to. And that I would make it easy for you. I would promise to be the best partner you could ask for and to love you at every turn, no matter what gets thrown our way. I’d promise to wash your hair in the sink the way your mama does and build you a desk so that you can write letters to your family. And then I’d ask you to make me the happiest man alive and please-“

“Yes.” You cut him off as a single tear slipped down your face.

“Yes?”

“Yes.” You repeated. “I will marry you.”

“You will?” He smiled in disbelief as his eyes searched yours for signs of insincerity.

“I will. I want to. I’d love to. I love…” You trailed off and he sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation of what you were about to say.

“I love you.” You said finally. “And if I’m on this train forever, at least I have you with me. That means it’s going to be okay.”

“I love you too.” Peeta smiled at those long awaited words hitting his ears. You pulled him into a long kiss despite no cameras being around. But you both knew this moment wasn’t for the cameras. It was just for the two of you. When you pulled away, Peeta fumbled around with the ring.

“Sorry. My hands are shaking.” He was embarrassed to admit as he tried to steady them long enough to untie the chord around the ring.

“It’s okay. Take your time.” You assured him and he eventually slipped the leather chord off. He looked you in the eyes for one last confirmation and you nodded enthusiastically. With that, Peeta slid the song onto your finger and then leaned down to kiss your knuckles. You laughed at the gesture before cupping his face and bringing him into a kiss. Peeta got off his knee but never broke the kiss. A sudden knock at the door made you jump apart. Peeta sat on the opposite end of the couch while you smoothed your hair and wiped your face.

“Come in.” You called out and Haymitch walked in.

“Hey. I just wanted to check in on you guys after our conversation back there.” He said.

“We’re fine. We were just talking about the engagement. Peeta said we could go on Cesar’s show and he could propose then.” You lied to Haymitch with a smile.

“All right. Works for me. I’ll let Effie know.” Haymitch gave you a thumbs up and then left the room. When he was gone, Peeta looked at you curiously to see why you lied.

“We still have to fake one for the Capital, but this I’ll remember this as our real engagement.” You explained, making him smile fondly.

“One for us, one for them.” He replied and you nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. One for us, one for them.”

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arthur and joui, and tea

Hello lovely saga, how do you feel about helping me crack a new au.

I say new... these are the stats on the actual work file for it (and I left a lot of gaps to fill in later...)

Marcela permits Arthur to leave the infirmary at 10am the next day, and only after further blood tests. He has to promise to return overnight, but it's still better than...

Everyone on that mission has been through worse. Everyone is alive, and being treated, just...

Well, Arthur is a sniper. If the stupid creatures didn't burrow, he wouldn't have even been poisoned.

It doesn't matter now. He says farewell to Fernando as the only other person awake, makes a brief check of the rest of the team (not fine, but safe, and healing), says thank you to Marcela and the rest of the team, and heads out of the infirmary.

Joui, arms crossed, pout applied, is waiting right across from the door.

"Hey Joui," Arthur raises his hand in greeting, only for it to be grabbed.

Nothing is said as Joui pulls him away.

They do not head for the stairs and the Bun room as Arthur had hoped, rather around the back of a power generator. From there...

Well on the other side of that specific power generator is Suvaco Seco, his mother's bar.

She will be asleep; last night Ivete stayed late at Arthur's bedside, anxious for confirmation that the antidotes had worked. At around 2am this morning he had made her promise to rest, and he hopes she's sticking to it.

Joui drags him inside, pushes him towards a small table, and jumps over the bar. Arthur watches as he raids the cupboards, or well watches and occassionally comments. Whatever Joui is looking for it takes a while to find.

It is not until the kettle clicks off that Arthur recognises it as a teapot. The silence remains as Joui makes and serves it, Arthur using the quiet to doze a little.

Joui is not very good at being annoyed. He'll say something when it's too much for him.

Sure enough, he caves almost as soon as he sits down.

"Arthur."

"Joui-" he begins to reply.

"You left me," Joui cuts across, accusation thick in his tone. "You, and Cesar, and Liz."

"Thiago stayed too," Arthur replies, hand raised in mock surrender. "You know the Devil; trying to enter into melee with it..."

"I have a gun!"

"And you're better with a sword."

It is true. If Joui can't use his swords on a mission, it's better for someone else to come. The faster things die the less harm they can do, and the state of the team is already bad enough. None of their teams are exactly rigid, and Arthur still stands by Veríssimo's choice of swapping Joui and Thiago out for Fernando and Erin.

Things would have been much, much worse without Erin being there to shred armour, however brutal her injuries are.

"I still could have helped." Joui's voice has fallen.

He /shouldn't/ have. If the Magistrate had shown up to cause problems while they were already struggling to contain the Devil... Well, that's less a problem now the latter is dead-dead, at least.

Probably.

Hopefully.

... What are the chances of a second resurrection chamber?

But this is Joui, so it's just easier to say "You could."

"And you left me," Joui repeats. "And you got hurt. All of you did. You're not supposed to get hurt, Arthur."

Arthur can hear the unspoken 'that's supposed to be me'.

Still waiting for his tea to cool, Arthur reaches out and grabs Joui's hand.

"And we'll be fine. Some new scars, but there's new scars every mission, yeah? Marcela isn't worried, just says everyone needs time to heal."

"She always says that."

"Because nobody ever listens."

"I listen!"

Joui does not listen, and Arthur tells him so.

And then Joui cracks. He picks up his tea and gets up, swapping his position from opposite Arthur to next to him. He leans over, putting his head to the remains of Arthur's shoulder.

"Seeing as you all schemed to abandon me," Joui sounds less hurt now, though Arthur is sure they'll talk about it again once Liz and Kaiser are released from the infirmary. "I get the cool sword you stole."

"Take that up with Veríssimo," Arthur laughs. "There's a shotgun, too."

"Really?!"

"Yup. Stolen straight from the armoury."

"... Do you think Ivete will let me...?"

"Again," Arthur would not have mentioned it if he hadn't stolen them with intent. "Take it up with Veríssimo."

[amimuu]

✨So I finally decided to dump my au into here. Share it with the rats✨

—You have a garden in your house, you love your garden and take care of all the flowers, however you’ve been noticing they’ve been withering without apparent reason lately.

One day while going out to the garden, you find a single, healthy tiny flower. As you notice it is alone, surrounded by all the bigger plants, you feel pity for it, and, in an act of goodwill, you decide to take care of it.

However, what you didn;t know was that said flower would grow and grow until the garden was left completely unsalvageable, because that little flower was actually just the first of thousands, waiting to grow and consume the garden whole.

If you had plucked it out, however, you would’ve noticed the roots and you could’ve saved your garden—

*proceeds to dump apparently non-important chunk of text onto you* Anyways...

The basics of the overal plot :)

Winter, 2007. After his father's death, Adam's life completely started falling apart. Slowly, he fell out of his routine and the only times he dragged himself out of bed were to check on his dad's old room or to leave the house for says, unable to deal with just how empty everything felt after Jude left.

Just as he believed he was about to hit rock bottom, an old friend of his reintroduced themselves into his life. Empathetic yet stubborn, Jonah managed to drag him out of the Hole he was falling into and slowly but surely, piece him back together into his old self for the better, or for the worse—because, being honest, what would he be without them?—

The main story follows Adam, but there's a little subplot :)

Back in 1992, a troubled Cesar searches for ways in which he can help his best friend, Mark, who seems to be going through a tough time with his parents, as each day their fights and discussions become more frequent and there's hardly any peace at his house. Cesar knows Mark wants to speak up about it but feels insecure about what his parents' reaction to him saying anything would be. Besides, he has begun to close himself up, going outside less and less and just staying in his room all day listening to his mom's cassettes or re-reading his books, trying to ignore all the yelling outside. So, Cesar has set it as his goal to help in any way he can—But of course, a good intention isn't enough to fix a problem—

I can't spoil much because i want to keep the element of surprise but yes! There is a catch to all of this. This au was planned as some sort of metaphor to the healing/grieving process...Mostly on Adam side, but I like to think grief can come for various reasons and in different forms. But still. On Adam's side, it is about grief and healing, trying to ignore the problem because as long as you don't think about it, it can't hurt you; but it's always there, present, in the back of your mind, growing bigger and bigger the more you ignore it, until it becomes too much and it collapses on you all at once...

While Mark is more about obsessing over said problem, overthinking again and again what could and couldn't have been done to avoid getting into it in the first place, trapping yourself inside an endless cycle that continues to worsen every time it repeats, and starts over...

And with all this said you may have made yourself an idea of the basic plotof the au. YAY!

It is planned to be a multi-ending interactive au on twitter, since those are of the thing right now over there, but I would very much like to post it here too cuz yeah. This place seems more chill about new aus and stuff...However, i do have planned for the 1992 sub-plot to happen in a fic. It'll probably be up on ao3 when the time comes :)

Oh, one last thing. That big chunk of dialogue. Thats how choices will work in the au. Because, the reasonable option isnt always going to be the one that gets you to the better outcome.

and now: the doodles i have made *dumps them onto you*:

main dodles i did- there are more but i think i'll post them later heh

Anyways...If you have any questions about anything feel free to dump it onto my q&a cuz I would absolutely love to answer ya'll.

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(more may)

ruth, who’s been reset to before her death, comes across dave and panics due to not recognizing him. they feel awful over this and it affects them for a few days. dave yells at b34r again. system is reminded by its hardware to do a backup of dave’s save, but views it as unimportant and ignores it. dave sort of bonds with adam - and the little adam, but we don’t have time to explain that lore - when he drives them to a hospital. dave runs into sun (the true version of lamb) there. system gets bored and turns dave into a ferret after jonah mentions it. like this, he runs into joel (thinks it’s really funny and corners him), thatcher (picks them up like a slinky), and jonah (changes their name to footlong dopesmoker vapesauce 3000 while high. these are added to dave’s middle names). once dave’s back to normal, system possesses him again. adam tries to start a fight again, but jonah convinces it not to hurt him. system terrifies ruth, who doesn’t remember it. when dave wakes back up, he tries to help ruth. sad mcpdtech moment. dave gets a call from adam, who’s been merged with his alternate side and is now all weird. more mcpdtech bonding. johnson shows up, and tries to compare him and dave. dave forces him to leave their house. joel, who was at dave’s house and saw johnson, asks boop about it, but the conversation derails into them both deciding to film the bird stuff for joel’s channel. however, once dave goes full bird mode again, they aren’t able to control it, and nearly attack joel before system shuts him down. when click wakes up, he doesn’t remember what happened, or why joel’s so terrified of clack. upon running a check, system learns of a virus that snuck into dave’s file during the initial Something interaction, which serves as the reason behind all of the bird stuff. attempts to get rid of it fail. after learning of something that happened to ruth, dave calls her and tries to help, only to be met with one of the gods that brought him back originally. more interactions with thatcher and clover. dave learns that jonah was attacked by a possessed ruth, and goes with thatcher to the hospital to go check on them. while there, dave runs into sun again. as per a request on adam’s behalf, dave asks sun to leave the hospital. to this, sun drags them outside and throws them out one of the back exits, yelling at him before going to attack. after some of his blood is stolen, the corruption sinks in once again, and a birded dave attacks sunmoore. more of their blood gets stolen, and they manage to scramble away in time. the corruption disappears, and dave, faint from blood loss, gets dragged back into the hospital by sun. because nothing good can ever happen to this man, the doctors he’s entrusted with end up trying to vivisect him, and he’s sedated multiple times. as thatcher tries to find dave after escaping from nurses of his own, system decides to take control of dave and handle the situation itself by simply killing the nurses keeping clack trapped there. after this happens, he’s very distraught over the actions taken using their own body, and go home with thatcher in silence. ruth, who’s been reset ONCE AGAIN, now to a week before her death, takes dave’s appearance with nonchalance, much to their surprise. more adam bonding, this time over being used as a vessel for something that does things they don’t want it to. the day after, dave decides to go to the church to repent, despite leaving the church several years ago. o’brien agrees to hold a service, and they stay for it. thatcher asks where dave was afterwards, and the two joke around a bit, but dave is still fearful of letting thatcher know what happened at the hospital. that night, cesar (now a full alternate) tries to come and attack dave, but his humanity gets in the way and they collapse. dave tries to help, but is shooed away by him. more mcpdtech bonding, this time over the cookie son (who has been trapped in a closet for months now) becoming emo and playing music to torment thatcher.

tmcblr dave storyline horrifically summarized

now that he's officially dead, it's time to post the entire plotline of dave dave-the-tech-guy. i wrote this in two days with nothing but determination, the blog archive, and a can of mountain dew. please do enjoy, this will be posted in multiple parts due to the sheer length of it

note: while i'm sure there's things i've left out, or misspelled or repeated or anything of the sort, i have been working on this far too long to go back and edit. if there's anything wrong that's in god's hands i'm done here

please do enjoy this recollection of eleven months of my descent into madness!

(august - december)

august: tries and fails to help his nephew fight off the gay allegations. grows such an intense hatred towards gougars that he gets it on a shirt.

september: loses his mustache and crocs, only for them to come flying back to his face like a boomerang. he meets dirk for the first time.

october: the beginning of the shitfuck months. he gets turned into a gougar while listening to california girls and burns down mandelatech. he sees ruth for the first time since her death and his mental health immediately tanks. he goes into the spirit world to try and help her. he gets scared and screams and the guardian of the spirit realm gets so upset it throws him out. he comes back as a weird medium. he’s talking in wingdings for some reason. he takes on a false identity as “spirit box” and joins bps with jonah. he gets chased down by the (now-vengeful) ghost ruth and locks himself in a random shed in the woods to get away from everyone. johnson shows up outside. after three days of tearing at the walls, he manages to get out and start running. he is immediately torn apart. after five days of being dead, he is brought back to life by system. there are pop-ups all over his body (we learn later these pop-ups cover the missing parts of his body). he finds entity - the alternate jonah summoned in an attempt to get dave back - and knocks off its head with a shovel. doing this starts turning him into an alternate and he gradually transforms into a static beast. he’s able to stick his head in televisions.

november: he turns into a full beast. he goes with lamb to the lake and tears his mouth apart. after this, his file is corrupted and system resets him completely. he wakes up looking human. he is not human. he has turned into a full alternate capable of changing form. he has some family issues with mark and starts becoming more distant. sometime in november, we’re introduced to randy, a ghost that wears a party hat and that dave considers annoying. he doesn’t hold much relevance outside of a few appearances, but is important enough to mention here. dave decides to move out of thatcher’s house, and finds a landlord. this landlord is johnson, who is planning to kill him. dave is completely oblivious to this kidnapping until johnson straight up tells him. he becomes a weird alternate and eats an entire fucking mountain lion just to spite johnson. johnson manipulates dave into using the system to turn himself human. this fails, and dave dies after entity is ripped from his body. brutus, in an attempt to stop dave from permanently dying, brings him back as a ghost. now horribly lethargic and trapped in the spirit realm, he grows more miserable by the day.

december: dave tries to move on, but is convinced to stick around for the sake of his loved ones. he speaks to system for the first time, and starts becoming more aware of its presence, even talking back to it on occasion. he possesses thatcher and falls into a (completely normal) ghost coma for a few days. entity, still in the living world, communes with the audience. it is revealed to have gone to dashcon (???). dave learns more about the current status of his family and gets sad. he goes with el to explore the spirit world a bit and meets wilbur, who tells him about the possibility of being revived. he goes with him, and ends up in a courtroom of the gods. after pleading for a bit and being thrown out for a couple minutes, he’s brought back in and told he can be brought back to life - with the condition that he come back with several curses (all animals that don’t know him will attack him on sight, he will suffer horrible nightmares every night, people around him will feel tired constantly).

(note. sometime around the time of the revival, he switches from he/him to any/all. the wording will change to reflect this.)

upon waking up, they realize a few things: 1, he’s stuck in a random landfill in yonder county; 2, she’s been rotting here for quite some time now; 3, their corpse is missing a few limbs following the first death + removal of system assistance. tech leaves the landfill, breaks into an abandoned store, and gets some of the remaining blood cleaned up. dial drives to thatcher’s house and reunites with him, officially moving in shortly after. he sees entity for the first time since the separation, and afterwards, passes out in the snow. the gods begin watching him at this point, sending down different animals and items to do so. thatcher and dave go out into the (mostly empty) mandela city for a day or two. dave tries and fails to make a new arm for themself. johnson breaks into the davis household and dave learns that johnson left dave’s missing arm at the doorstep. after being slapped for this, thatcher agrees to help her find it again. they do, and dave has to be convinced not to attach the horrifically rotted arm back on. dave notices the rot beginning but pays no attention to it. he gets a checkup from a doctor and comes back with a laundry list of ailments, as well as a prosthetic leg that she decides not to use due to it being uncomfortable. dave asks about the wellbeing of his alternates, and dirk mentions his fish bait shop. dave falls asleep and we meet tony rigatoni, who sets dave adrift in a lake on a sofa. he wakes up utterly confused. the cat ray appears again, and mcpdtech is turned into cats for the following month. during this time, dave meets o’brien, gets yelled at by the doctor jo, and hangs out with lamb. system makes itself more present during this time. the year ends with him turning back to normal.

[angelic-writer]

Full Circle

((Surprise sequel to Summer Camp! It also serves as a fix it to Vol.1.))

Nobody came for me.

Those words repeated in Mark’s mind as the thing outside his room continued to call out to him in a mockery of his friend’s voice.

“You need to open the door. Now.”

He shuddered. God, that thing had completely butchered his voice. His soothing, melodious voice...

“I am n-n-not going away-ay-ay-aaaaay....”

His hand tightened around his gun. Multiple bullet casings littered the bed and floor, a reminder of his useless fight against the being on the other side. It had one bullet left. He supposed he could use it to join him again...

“Please let me in, Mark...”

He put the gun to his head. The barrel was cold against his temple.

“I’m sorry for sca-a-a-a-aring you... Please let me i-i-i-i-in... I won’t hurt you... I promis-s-s-s-s-se....”

It killed Cesar. It killed the only person he swore to protect. And now, he’s all alone. Nobody was coming to help him. His mom, his dad, no one... His only solace was shown to be a lie. Who has been praying to all this time? He doesn’t want to know the answer.

What is life really worth when all he could do is join his best friend again?

He will finally be free...

He will finally be in his arms again.

He will finally hear him sing again.

He will finally be with him again.

I’m sorry, Sarah. Please don’t blame them for any of this.

I’m coming, Cesar.

He pulled the trigger.

He expected the pain to be over, but instead, he heard a click, like what happens when a gun was out of bullets.

But that’s impossible. The gun had one bullet. It should be enough to put him out of his misery. Why...? Why is it trying to keep him in this hell?!

“What do you want...?” Mark whimpered. He took a deep breath and then bellowed, “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, YOU BASTARD?!”

There was nothing. No calls for him to open the door. No shadows under the gap. Did it finally leave...?

He then heard the tub running. Oh, I see. It wants me to off myself in another way.

That thought should scare him, but it’s oddly comforting to him now.

He got up off the bed, weakened by his lack of food and water. He felt dirty, the clothes he had been wearing for the past three days sticking to his body, making him itch. He started scratching himself, relieving the itches somewhat. His mouth felt gross. He hadn’t brushed his teeth for a few days either. He slowly walked to the door and unlocked it.

He expected the alternate to be outside his room like before, but there was nothing. It was only an empty hallway. He could still hear the tub running. As he made his way to the bathroom, he suddenly heard humming.

It was a familiar tune that Cesar would use to calm him down. It seemed that the alternate was trying to use that humming to lure him there. Mark didn’t care anymore. Cesar was dead so what’s the point?

As he finally made it to the bathroom, the water stopped running. He stepped inside.

He saw that the bathtub was full of water. The alternate was standing beside it, giving Mark a warm smile.

“Is this... my gift...?” He weakly asked.

The alternate nodded. “You can see him again if you want.”

“...Really?”

It nodded again. “I’ll keep you company the whole time.”

Mark was already taking off his hoodie, revealing his black T-shirt underneath. He took off his socks and his pants. He was left in his boxers and shirt now. He felt self-conscious about having his shirt off, especially when...

“Wow, Heathcliff looks pretty girly for his age. Is he really a guy? Or is he a girl?” Keith had asked Mark one day during lunch. He knew those kinds of questions made him uncomfortable.

“Well, I think he’s a really amazing guy!” Cesar said in defense of him.

He still remembered crying in joy over it.

He stepped into the tub, feeling how warm the water is. It was relaxing like when you go swimming in a heated pool. He sank into the water, closing his eyes as everything became muffled. Soon, he was completely submerged.

He held his breath for quite a while. He was surprised that he was able to train his lungs to hold his breath for that long. All that lifeguard training really did him good, although it did have a threshold.

His lungs began to burn after a bit, making him want to go up for air. But what’s the point of surfacing when he was already sinking?

He still remembered the time Cesar almost died in his arms and how he brought him back. He told himself if Cesar was ever in a position where Mark would save him again, he most certainly would. He had failed in saving Cesar from an alternate. He didn’t even know until it was too late. Now, he was going to see him again.

Despite his mind telling him that, his body was already moving on instinct, trying to get up to breathe, but the alternate held him down. He started to thrash around, trying to get out of its grip. He was already starting to regret his decision.

Please let go of me! I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die!!

I want to live!!

I want to live for Sarah!! For Cesar!!!

LET ME GO!!!

Despite his best efforts, the alternate’s grip never loosened. Even when Mark clawed at its arms, drawing blood, it still kept its tight grip. The alternate stared at him with its awful, toothy smile, clearly enjoying his misery. He finally let out the air from his lungs, allowing it to be replaced with water. The bubbles rose from his mouth and nose and his chest spasmed as he coughed and choked. Warm water rushed down his windpipe and entered his lungs, causing them to burn. The thrashing became more frantic, flinging water around and knocking the shampoo bottles off the shelves. He tried to scream, but no sound came out of him. Even when he had no air, he tried to scream. His nails dug into the alternate’s skin deeper, pretty sure he was hitting a vein as his friend’s facade continued to laugh at him. His vision began to grow dark. His spasms grew less and less. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as they started to close. His arms fell with a plop.

A calm feeling washed over him. Huh. Is this really what death is like? People always say that it’s scary and treat it like a threatening thing, but it was like an embrace, cold but inviting. Why was he trying to fight earlier? It was pointless, anyway... At least he’ll see Cesar again.

He’ll make sure to apologize to him in the afterlife.

As his vision faded, he saw the alternate continuing to smile down at him as he let go.

And now I’m finally free.

-------

“Mark?” Cesar called out into the dark hallway. Silence.

He slowly walked forward. “Mark, please answer me. I know you’re there...” His voice was quiet and had a slight waver. He didn’t hear anything. His stomach was tight as sweat dotted his skin. He hoped that thing didn’t get him.

His heart raced as he continued down the hallway. The air felt thick as he struggled to breathe. Something didn’t feel right.

He checked the bedroom. There were multiple bullet holes on the door as well as multiple bullet casings lying on the floor and bed. He winced. He could guess what happened in there. Oh Mark...

As he approached the bathroom, he noticed that the door was open. That’s weird. Why would the bathroom door be open? With slow steps, he approached the darkened room and peeked inside. He could feel the steam emanating from the room on his face, but what he saw made his whole body freeze.

There Mark Heathcliff was, floating in a bathtub full of water. His hair was spread out in the water in waves, almost covering his eyes. Drops of blood dotted the still bath and a few bottles were floating, creating a chaotic scenario. At first, Cesar didn’t move. He didn’t register what was happening in front of him other than his best friend is dead in the tub. He’s dead. He’s dead.

He could hear himself screaming as he rushed over and lifted him up. Water spilled out of the almost overflowing tub as he laid him down onto the cold, unforgiving bathroom tile. He was completely soaked, the seemingly never ending water dripping off of his body. His brown hair now stuck to his face as well as his clothes. He brushed his hair aside as he shouted “Mark! Mierda, Mark, can you hear me?! Please say something!!”

He could see that his eyes were half-lidded. His brown irises were rolled back, only showing the whites of his eyes. His skin was unnaturally pale and cold and his lips had turned a deep shade of blue.

Cesar continued to shake him over and over again, hoping to get a response. He didn’t get anything. His head just lulled to the side as water spilled out of his lips. He didn’t want to check. It would just confirm what he already knew. He was delaying the inevitable.

He pressed his fingers to Mark’s neck, praying for a pulse to be found, no matter how faint. But there was nothing. Only coldness greeted him.

That was enough to break him. He held Mark’s body close to him as he began to sob. He buried his face in his shoulder, refusing to believe that this was real. Julia was gone, his mother was gone and now Mark is gone. He didn’t get to him in time. The alternate won. They had taken everything from him.

Now Sarah would have to live without a brother to help her. She would have to live with the fact that she couldn’t save him. She would have to live with the guilt forever.

He would have to live without his friend to help him. He would have to live with the fact that he couldn’t save him. He would have to live with the guilt forever.

“Mark... Please wake up... Please stay with me...”

“I guess I’m gonna be alive for your 16th birthday. Lucky me.”

“Yeah. Very lucky…”

“Hey.” Cesar held his hand. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna be fine. The doctor said I can leave tomorrow.”

“I’m not talking about that. I’m…” He took a deep breath. “I just can’t help but feel like I’m responsible for this. If I didn’t leave the chair, if I haven’t told stupid Keith to keep an eye on everyone, then you wouldn’t be here right now!”

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m still alive, aren’t I? And it’s all because of you. You took action. You didn’t give up.”

“T-That’s true…”

“And hey, look on the bright side. You’re gonna be pretty popular in Mandela county for quite a while. That’s like, news worthy stuff right there.”

“Heh, yeah. I-I guess you’re right.”

“Well, all I can say is… happy early birthday, Mark!”

Mark smiled and petted his hair. “Thanks. I can’t wait to see you next week.”

Cesar gritted his teeth. No. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it was supposed to end. He can’t let him go.

He laid him back down, tilted his head back, pinched his nose and began rescue breathing. He couldn’t help but notice how unnaturally cold Mark’s lips were. How long had he been in that water for? He didn’t want to know. He checked to see if his chest was rising. Sure enough, it was. It was a relieving sight to see.

Once he did that, he put his hands on Mark’s chest and started chest compressions. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5″ He began to count. Unlike Mark, he had not been CPR trained. He had no idea how long he was supposed to go on for, but he kept it up for Julia when she was... No, he mustn’t think about that. He had to think about the person beneath him. Already, water was gushing out of his mouth, causing the older boy to grimace. So much water...

“27, 28, 29, 30.” He blew two more breaths into his mouth. He was already beginning to get light-headed. Good god, this is awful... Mark, I’m so sorry...

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5- C’mon, Mark, breathe! Breathe for me! -10, 11, 12″ The water continued to come out of his friend’s mouth until it was only a trickle. There was so much that he inhaled or swallowed and Cesar already got it out, but why isn’t he breathing? He got the water out so why isn’t he breathing already?

He doesn’t have a heartbeat, you moron! You can drain his lungs, but he can’t function without a heartbeat!

He repeated the cycle for a few minutes with no luck. He was already feeling the crushing defeat in his chest. His mind was already telling him that he’s gone. He can’t save him now. But he pushed that thought back. He already failed Julia. He can’t fail Mark.

When he started compressions again, he pushed harder, causing his ribs to bend beneath his hands. The sensation made him feel sick, but he can’t stop now. If he did, everything would be over.

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10″ God, when this is over, when you wake up, you need to get me CPR certified. I don’t know how long I can keep doing this for. “28, 29, 30.”

Two more breaths.

“C’mon, Mark. Stay with me. Please...”

Thirty more compressions and two more breaths. His body shook lifelessly beneath him, causing him to slowly lose his own emotional resolve. He hadn’t responded for over 5 minutes. It wasn’t that long, but for Cesar, it was an eternity. He didn’t exactly know how long Mark was in that tub for. For all he knew, he could already be too late. He tried to continue, but he was slowly losing strength.

Mark laid still on the floor, unmoving. No breathing. No heartbeat. It was useless. He was gone.

“.....No... Please....” He buried his face in Mark’s chest as he began to sob uncontrollably. He didn’t know what the fuck he was thinking, trying to bring a drowned corpse back. It was like trying to make Frankenstein without electricity.

“Mark, please... You gotta wake up... Please hold on...” He hiccuped as the tears continued to flow. He hoped for Mark to wake up right then and there. He would cough up water and open his eyes, looking at Cesar and be like “Well, that fucking sucked.”

Cesar would hug him, burying his face in his shoulder, telling him not to scare him like that. They would both get out of there, go to his house and all would be well. But sadly, it would not be like that. Mark was dead. He’s never gonna wake up.

Cesar quietly shut his eyes, fully accepting his friend’s death. The question now is... What was he gonna do for the funeral?

He was already thinking of a flower to bring to the service. A Forget-Me-Not. A flower symbolizing hope, remembrance and trust. It was perfect for him. Mark was a very hopeful person, keeping Cesar going and he trusted him enough to go to his house. In the end, though, that trust had gotten him killed. He held his hand tightly, feeling how cold and stiff it became. He wanted so desperately for that hand to still be warm, that against all odds, his best friend was still there, hanging on to life.

He remembered his smile, his comforting words, all the times they had spent together... All the times he spent with him when he was a child. Times that he’ll never get to spend with Mark again.

That loving, caring person will never be in his life again.

Something began to swell up in his chest. No. He will get to have more times with him. He won’t let it happen. Not again.

He put his hands on Mark’s chest and began pumping again. This time, he’s sure he’s pressing down deep enough to be about 5 cm. He may not be trained, but he has seen enough information about it in the camping booklets he and Mark had.

Suddenly, water began to spill out of Mark’s lips, causing his heart to leap. “Mark! That’s it. C’mon, spit it out. You can do it.” He continued compressing his chest, hoping to get a response. However, he didn’t get one. That didn’t stop him, though.

He gave him two more breaths and thirty more compressions, making sure not to give up on him this time. He won’t let something like this take down Mark. It had to be more than this to bring him down.

He felt obligated to bring him back. Mark had brought him back to life at summer camp before. He didn’t give up on him so why did he do it briefly? Why did his own selfishness almost cost him his friend’s life? He had wasted so much time thinking about a funeral he won’t get to have. Because he will get him back. He will bring his friend back.

“C’mon, Mark. You gotta breathe for me. C’mon... Stay with me.” He sealed his lips over his, breathing his life essence into him. He made sure his airway was open, allowing the air to fill up his lungs. He could hear a slight gurgle in his throat. That meant he was still there, right? He still has a chance.

As he continued, he could see Mark’s pale skin start to return to its normal color. That gave him a little bit of hope, but he started to think about the brain damage he suffered while he was stupidly mourning. He could’ve been brought back much sooner if he had not given up, but he did. Because of that, he could either be in a coma, be a vegetable or dead for real. He wanted to kick himself for that.

I’m sorry, Mark. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to save you in time. But I promise you, I’ll make it up to you when you wake up. We’ll go camping like we did before. We’ll try to make sweets in Julia’s honor. Fuck, we’ll even rent a small studio apartment together when we leave Mandela. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Wouldn’t that be nice, Mark?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of hopelessness, of absolute despair, Cesar felt Mark’s body jerk. A large amount of water sprayed out of his mouth as he started to cough loudly. Cesar immediately turned him onto his side and rubbed his back as Mark vomited out more water. He was sure a bit of foam was coming out.

“Hey hey hey hey, Mark, shh... It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe. Easy now... I got you.” More tears began to run down his face. This time, it was out of joy. He got him back. He finally did what Mark did one year ago.

Everything had come full circle.

His heart pounded in his chest, his fingers were tingling and his limbs felt like they were attached to extremely heavy weights. Mark wasn’t kidding when he said that CPR was exhausting.

His eyelids fluttered as he groaned. Cesar petted his hair as he whispered “It’s alright. I’ll get you help. You’re gonna be okay.”

“C-Ces...? Y-You’re alive...?”

“Of course I am. I was able to get out luckily and I had to go over to your house to check on you. I thought you were-”

Cesar was caught off guard by Mark hugging him, surprised by the sudden strength he showed. He buried his face in his shoulder, already sobbing.

“I’m sorry! I-I thought you were dead! I thought if I died, I would see you again!! I’m sorry I worried you!!”

Cesar hugged back and stroked his wet hair. “Hey, it’s alright. You didn’t know. You didn’t know I was still alive. Everything’s gonna be okay. We’re all gonna be okay.”

They stayed in their embrace for what felt like hours, Mark still crying into his shoulder and Cesar comforting him. That whole ordeal had completely sapped him of all his energy. But if his friend is alive, he didn’t care at all. Eventually, he could hear police sirens coming up to the house.

“Sheriff’s department. Open up!”

He felt himself start to smile. They came...

“W-Who’s that?” Mark asked.

“The police. Looks like they did come after all.”

Mark lightly chuckled and rested his head on Cesar’s shoulder, allowing himself to close his eyes. He took the time to look at his friend more closely. He could see that he had dark circles under his eyes and he looked dehydrated. “Oh god...” He muttered.

Soon, he could hear footsteps coming towards the bathroom. A light shined in his face. After blinking a bit, he could see that it was a man he knew too well.

Lieutenant Thatcher Davis.

“Oh good god, what happened?”

“Mark almost drowned. Luckily, I was able to get to him in time.” Cesar answered.

“Shit. Okay, I’m gonna call an ambulance.”

Cesar held Mark’s hand, feeling its warmth. Help will be here soon. Everything will be okay.

[spookysmujer]

Piensa En Mi, O. Diaz

Summary: The relationship with you and Oscars suddenly ends after he gets locked up. Now it’s 4 years later..

warnings: HELLA angst, heartbreak 

word count: 1.9K

a/n: I had an itch to write today, thank you for requesting babes! Sorry it took this long to get done. I hope everyone is doing okay these days. PSA: Stop the hate against Asians! Speak up for our brothers and sisters, please. I love you all! Please consider: following, heart/comment/reblog my content! Thank you <)

Requested by @boujee-bitches!

(gif belongs to @merakiaes)

You can remember the day you realized just how much you were in love with Oscar Diaz. It was a few months into dating, he had been in and out of town on Santo business, and yet still was able to check in with you. He even sent you doordash multiple times. And in that one moment, as the doordash driver stood at your door, carrying a bag of your favorite pastrami sub, you truly felt your heart bleed for Oscar. The feelings entirely mutual with him. You can remember that exact moment you felt it, just as you remember the moment your heart had been ripped away. 

The consequence of having such a pristine memory is the ability to remember not only the good days but the hurtful ones as well. Now, after years of being with Oscar, he’s gone. Things had been going so well with the Santos and moving up in the ranks for him. Then in a matter of seconds, all that changed. The moment those handcuffs linked his wrists together behind his back as he was  whisked away in the back of the patrol car was the day everything changed.

Change. 

They always say that change is a good thing. But whoever they are, they were wrong. Change is malicious, it’s life-consuming and does nothing but harm. In the beginning you were confident everything would be okay. Nothing could break this man, he has been through the highest highs and the lowest lows. He has endured things as a young child that no child should. Even when the judge has sentenced him to 8 years, the look he gave you said: It’ll be okay, mamas.

For the first few months, things were good. The money he would send to you, you’d put on his books regardless of his wishes for you not to do so. The phone calls that didn’t last nearly as long as you wanted it to. And the letters, even if you talked on the phone and visited him often, Oscar still wrote you letters, and he always drew something for you. 

But it began to get difficult. When school started up in the fall, your full-time job and now taking care of his younger brother, you started to miss calls, needed to reschedule visits. And when you would answer, Oscar would give you the cold shoulder. He realized that you were beating yourself up for trying to juggle everything. He hated himself for making you so stressed just to make it to him. So on a surprise call that you weren’t expecting, he broke it to you that dating while he is incarcerated is foolish of you. It’s a waste of your time. Please take care of yourself and Cesar, we’ll see where we are when I’m out. But for now, it’ll be just me.

That day replays in your mind. No more calls, rejected visits, ghost letters. It felt like he died, though you would have been notified of it if that was the case. But that was 4 years ago, everything had changed and according to Cesar, it’s about to change again.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You ask, after holding your breath. Spooky gets out tomorrow. 

Cesar shovels the rest of his cereal in his mouth and gulps down the remaining milk, rushing around the kitchen and gathering his school things, “Oscar. He gets out tomorrow. His sentence reduced to half the time, remember the hearing they had last week?”

Whenever Cesar would talk about his older brother, you would tune it out. Oscar breaking up with you over the phone without a thorough reason, then dropping you as a person all together really broke you beyond repair. But you had no choice but dust off your shoulders and keep going. 

You hum and nod, packing your lunch.Without saying anything else, you head back to your room to get your things ready for work. As you pass by the room that Cesar had taken residency in, you notice the packed bags. “Cesar!” 

But by the time you make it back to the kitchen, he has already left out the door. Was he about to leave? Did he want out now that Oscar will be out? Though the idea was to care for Cesar while his brother was locked up, to know he is already ready to up and leave, hurts you. But you shake it off, Oscar is coming home, shit. 

Your day goes by painstakingly slow. All you could think about is how it would go when you’d see him again, how will you feel? What about him, what will he feel?

“Y/N, did you hear me?” Cesars voice sounds from across the table, the two of you enjoying some take-out. The day has gone from slower than a sloth to as quick as sonic the hedgehog.

He stares at you, waiting for you to respond. “Now that Oscar is getting out, it’s time for you to head on back home. Yeah, I heard you. Just sucks is all, I feel like my daily routine will be all messed up.” You joke to which he grins at. 

The next day comes by in a blink of an eye. Here you are leaning against your car that is parked in front of Oscars house. You can’t bring yourself to walk up those stairs and face him. But he hasn’t exited the house yet, you wonder if he even will. After Cesar gets the last bag is when you hear the front door. He makes his way towards you, your breath getting stuck in your airways. 

Cesar hugs you and thanks you again, you squeeze him and ask that he doesn’t be a stranger. Then there stood, you and Oscar. He stares at you for a long moment, studying you. It’s been nearly 4 years since he’s seen you. You are the same with little differences here and there, “You finally pierced your nose.” He points out. 

You purse your lips and nod, scoffing and looking him in the eyes, “Almost 1,300 days of not talking to me and seeing me…. And my nose ring is the first thing you say to me?” 

It wasn’t the plan to argue, you wanted to ask him to be kind to Cesar and take care of him then be on your merry way. But being in his physical presence now, it’s made your blood boil. How could he stand there like nothing had happened between you? The history you two have was an epic love and heartbreak but by the look on his face, it’s as if you are a stranger in passing. 

He licks his bottom lip and digs his hands into his shorts pockets, “What you want me to say? I said all I needed to that day on the phone.”

Your arms uncross from over your chest and your mouth falls slightly open. But before you can let out the rage that’s been building up continuously over the years, “I miss you, querida.” He watches your face contort to confusion then back to anger. He nearly smiles to see that you are still the hot head you’ve always been.

The words weren’t coming out as you wanted them to. All you could do was stomp past him to leave but he grabs your upper arm to stop you. You look down to where his hand wraps around your arm then up to his eyes, the look you give him is loud enough for him to let go.

“Can you just listen to me? You think I wanted to break things off? That it didn’t hurt me just as much as it hurt you?” Oscar begins, standing directly in front of you and slightly craning his head down. “I fucking hated that I did that to you, mami. The last thing I want in this world is not being with you, to cause you pain and to have done that when I was locked up? I hated it. Every single day. But I needed to do it because all I was doing was holding you back. I couldn’t bare knowing that I was making your life hard.”

An eruption of laughter sounds from you, you hold your stomach and one hand clamped over your mouth, hunching over from how hilarious you find his last sentence. Though anyone else hearing it wouldn’t really laugh, seeing as it wasn’t a funny statement. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. But do you hear yourself? You thought breaking up would be better. I don’t know if there was ever a time during our relationship prior that I made you feel I couldn’t handle something like you being locked up, I am terribly sorry if I had but I thought I proved to you that I was more than in love with you, I was hopelessly devoted to you, I was willing to endure it all, every call or visit. I was ready to work hard to make sure you could make tienda… but what did I do or what did I say to make you think otherwise?”

Oscar feels the chains on his heart tighten with every word you say. He doesn’t know what hurts him more, the break-up or now knowing how worthless it made you feel. He knows you are an understanding person, but his intentions didn’t settle as he hoped it would. 

It takes all his might to resist pulling you into a hug, With how you reacted to his touch just moments ago, he knows a hug would only result in profanities being spewed out. As if a hug could magically glue the pieces back together and fix it all. “You didn’t do shit wrong, Y/N. You were the epitome of a down ass girl. But all I could see was the tiredness in your face when you would visit me because you were playing mother to Cesar meanwhile trying to juggle everything else. Trying to make sure you would always come to see me… so I thought ending everything would be better, I thought you would be better off.”

The rage and ache in your heart fights against each other. He is saying one thing but to you its processing as nothing but an excuse. You want to yell and thrash your fists against his chest so he can feel just a sliver of what you went through. 

“I was better off with you. It didn’t matter to me what we were going through Oscar… If it was something joyous or something scrutinizing, as long it was with you and we were together, I wanted it all with you. I was ready to go through this journey with you. But you just gave up on us like that.” You snap your fingers and blink away the tears that had begun pooling for sometime now. His shoulders cave in and he dips his head down, unable to keep his eyes locked onto yours. 

“Give me a chance to prove that I haven’t given up on you or us.”

You wanted to laugh again. To point and scream how silly he sounds and to catch the circus act before they leave town but the way he says it is the reason you didn’t. How low his voice is, how soft his eyes are and his walls had dropped to below sea level is what made you stand so incredibly still.

Do you take the chance? Should push aside all the vines and roots that have grown over the chest labeled: Oscar, to let him in again? 

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Three song playlist: The act of being in love <3

Welcome to the designated “nobody asked for this” section of your weekly bullshit. This week I bring you three song playlist. Next week who knows what the fuck I will bring you.

Characters: Oikawa , Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki,

Oikawa Tooru

Falling in love: Talking dreams - echosmith

When oikawa falls in love it’s with the way you make him feel. Yes he’s in love with your personality and your looks but you make him feel alive in a way he hasn’t really felt before. You make him feel like whispered goals under starlight.

Realizing he’s in love : Best Part - Daniel Cesar ft. HER

He is so stupidly lovestruck he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Everything reminds him about you and the more time he spends with you the closer he feels to just blurting out the way he feels about you.

Being in love: No matter where you are - us the duo

Oikawa loves so hard. He always makes you feel like the only thing in the world. You’re his everything and as much as you are there by his side he is right there by your side. he’s always there to wipe your tears and quiet any doubts you might be having.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Falling in love: Easily- Bruno Major

The first thing he realizes is that you don’t give Oikawa the time of day. He is so used to watching people fawn over his pretty best friend that you are a breath of fresh air for him. Then it’s the fact that you don’t seem to mind his stubbornness so much. after that it kind of just snowballs into him liking everything about you including the small things. Small things like the way you jot down notes in class . That’s all it takes

Realizing he’s in love: This side of paradise - Coyote Theory

When Hajime realizes he’s in love with you it’s because he never wants to see you sad or upset or hurt. He just wants you to have a smile on your face. But it’s not just that he never wants to see you sad, it’s that he wants to be the one you come to when you’re sad. He wants to be a rock, a piece of stability in your life.  He is down so bad it is embarrassing.

Being in love: Home - Luke Chiang

He thrives in the domesticity of your relationship. In the way that you search for each other in bed. In the way that he gives you a piggyback ride to the kitchen in the morning. In the way he can curl up on the couch with you after a bad work day and suddenly everything is right. You are his haven. His sunshine and most importantly his home. For you he is your rock. Your hideaway from the world. Your personal piece of heaven personified.

Matsukawa Issei

Falling in love: The Key to life on earth - Declan McKenna

Your laugh, that’s what catches his attention first. He loves the boisterous loud laugh you have that ends in you snorting or trying to catch your breath. He wants to hear it more often. The was you look at him in this half glare whenever he teases you. He didn’t even stand a chance.

Realizing he’s in love: Teenager in love - neon trees

It’s spur of the moment beach trips during summer vacation. It’s running through the school hallways when everybody has either gone home or is in their clubs. It’s discussions and words whispered in stairways. It’s the combination of all these things that makes him finally realize he’s in love with you.

Being in love: Pierre- Ryn Weaver

It’s feeling like you’re living in a movie. It’s starting to romanticize your own life. It is late night drives at 3 AM when neither of you can sleep. It is him trying to teach you to play the bass and thinking you’re cute when you’re frustrated. It is an album full of spur of the moment poorly taken polaroid pictures. it’s the joints playlist that the both of you keep adding to. 

Hanamaki Takahiro

Falling in love: Teenage Dirtbag - Weatus

Compared to his best friends he feels bland. He isn’t tall like Matsukawa, he isn’t strong like Iwaizumi and he definitely isn’t the pretty boy that Oikawa is. But, you give him your attention. You laugh at his jokes, playfully push his shoulder and hit him when he makes suggestive comments and you make him feel seen.

Realizing he’s in love: Just my type -Saint Motel

He wants to kiss you so bad. He wants to kiss you so bad that it hurts. It’s like every time he sees you all he can think about is kissing you and he can’t help but wonder how his lips would feel against yours. He is down so bad and all of his friends know it. So he’s getting teased relentlessly.  Especially because he can’t help but fumble over his words and over himself whenever you’re near him.  Someone please help him.

Being in love: Comfortable- Alessia Cara

He’s so comfortable with you it is almost scary to him. He never imagined himself to be someone who opens up so easily. It’s just that he loves you so much and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you so he can’t help but tell you everything. In return he learns everything about you. Your favorite song, your favorite food, your favorite color. He learns it all and he never forgets a thing.

[merakiaes]

Worse Ways To Die - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

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Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader

Requested: By @mrs-spookyd1az​

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: Possessive, cranky Oscar! Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. Please let me know what you think, I hope that you like it xx

Wordcount: 3724

Summary: Ruby and Jamal can’t keep their eyes off of you at the pool and Oscar has too much fun with it. However, he doesn’t find it as funny when strangers look at you. 

The time Oscar had both dreaded and hoped for his entire life had come; his dad had been released from prison and come back home.

Cesar was, of course, over the moon to finally get to know his dad, but Oscar, being the one who had been first-hand abandoned to raise his younger brother, was furious and hurt. And you… Living with the Diaz brothers permanently, you didn’t really know how to feel.

The atmosphere in the house wasn’t at all what you were used to. It wasn’t playful and loving anymore. It was tense and hostile, and most of all confusing.

In an attempt to cut down the negative feelings you tried your best to be civil with Ray no matter how angry you were about how bad he had hurt Oscar, but still tried to keep him out of the loop as much as you possibly could in order to make things comfortable for your boyfriend.

He had only been home for a few days, and he and Oscar had already had more fights than you could count on two hands.

You tried your best to help resolve things and find a middle ground for them when they just refused to co-operate, but at the end of the day, no matter if you were the long-term girlfriend of Oscar, it wasn’t any of your business so you didn’t pretend like it was by getting yourself mixed up into their conflicts.

The only thing you could do was be there for him, open your arms to him when he needed you and listen to his rants and make sure he knew that his feelings were justified and validated.

He had been a lot less openly loving toward you since Ray’s return, but you knew it was only because he was still trying to figure out what to feel, and you knew it wasn’t because of you. He was tense and irritated against pretty much anyone these days, and you were the only thing keeping him from blowing up.

He wasn’t just angry that he had waltzed back into their lives as if nothing had ever happened, however. More than anything, he was jealous of the way Cesar looked at him, like he was some kind of hero, despite the fact that it was he who had given up in his dreams to raise him.

You really felt his pain when you had to watch him watch them interact. More than anything, you wanted to sit Cesar down and tell him all of the things Oscar had ever done for him and compare them to all of the things Ray hadn’t, but you knew you couldn’t do that.

He needed to figure it out on his own, even if the only way to do so meant he would get his heart crushed like Oscar had all those years ago. It wouldn’t be pretty, but it would be necessary.

Today was one of the few days Cesar wasn’t attached at the hip with his dad.

You and Oscar had been sitting around in the kitchen when Cesar had emerged from his bedroom dressed in a tank and short, with a towel slung over his shoulder, telling you he was heading for the pool.

And in a last-moment decision and desperate attempt to connect with his mano again – although he would never admit it - Oscar had decided that you would go with him. And it was a good idea, as it would mean Oscar could relax some.

So, now here you were, getting out of the car that you had just parked outside the pool.

Cesar was the first one to get out, barely even sparing you a glance before heading off, going ahead to meet up with his friends inside.

While he hurried away, you and Oscar took your time, hands intertwined and swinging slowly between your bodies as you walked toward the entrance at a slow pace, your things packed into a bag that was slung across Oscar’s shoulder.

To avoid having to change inside the locker rooms, you were already dressed in your bikini, having thrown on a simple tank top and a pair on top for the car ride.

Oscar was already dressed too, in his black swimming trunks, a pair of flipflops and a blank t-shirt, so the only thing inside the bag hanging from his shoulder were two towels, your book and sunscreen. You didn’t really need much more for a day at the pool.

A minute later, you were walking through the people inside, heading straight for the spot where Cesar and the others had set up camp.

Jamal and Ruby were sitting in sunchairs, seemingly handing out sandwiches in exchange for money. Jasmine was sitting in the sun and Monse was doing the same, although lying down on a towel, and Cesar was sitting beside her, now only dressed in his shorts.

Cesar wasted no time in raising a hand in a wave, smiling at you as you approached even though you had seen him only two minutes ago. His wave alerted the others of your presence, their eyes averting to you.

“Sup, fools.” Oscar was the first to talk, dropping the bag down on the ground a meter away from them, claiming the spot as yours and barely sparing them a glance as he opened the bag and grabbed the towels, starting to put them down on the ground for you.

While he busied himself with that, you took the time to greet them more properly, smiling at them and raising your hand in a wave. “Hey, guys.”

Jasmine and Monse greeted you from their spots and Cesar smiled, while Jamal and Ruby stared at you with looks that you could only describe as the ones the guys in high school used to give you when they overestimated their game when trying to get in your pants.

It was much cuter when it was Jamal and Ruby, though. They were younger than you and it wasn’t a secret that they both harbored some kind of horny teenage crush on you, something Oscar wasn’t all too fond of.

But you found it adorable, and amusing more than anything.

Jamal puckered his lips out slightly, without a doubt in an attempt to make himself more attractive, while Ruby gave you a confident head-nod, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “Sup, mamita.” The overly cocky boy greeted you, and you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

You knew he had the hots for you but that wasn’t at all what you had expected. Still, an amused expression fell upon both yours and Cesar’s faces as you exchanged a glance.

But Oscar didn’t find it half as amusing, looking up from the bag and raising a challenging eyebrow, dropping the bag again and standing back up to his full height. “You trying to move in on my girl, pequeño?”

Ruby and Jamal widen their eyes, share a glance before looking back to your boyfriend and shaking their heads violently.

“No, no, I wouldn’t even think about hitting on your girl, Osca- Mr. Spooky, sir. She’s yours.” Ruby quickly defended himself, and Jamal rapidly nodded his head.

“He would never!” He agreed.

Oscar gave them an amused smirk, nodding his head. “That’s right. She’s mine, and if I see you little putas checking her out-“

“We would never!” Jamal repeated, a feign shocked look on his face and their eyes as big as saucers at this point.

“No!” Ruby joined in. “We don’t even find her attractive!”

Jamal’s head whipped around to his best friend and his hand flew out to slap him on his shoulder as a disapproving sound left his lips.

Oscar’s eyebrows shot up, eyes narrowing into slits and his feet taking him a step closer to the two boys. “Are you calling mi reina ugly?”

Jamal let out a sound resembling a whine, pushing himself back into his chair while Ruby was left to fend for himself. “No!” He quickly denied. “She’s really hot! I mean beautiful, I mean, she’s not our type.” He cleared his throat toward the end, trying to play it cool.

“She’s everyone’s type.” A feign offended look overcame Oscar’s face again, causing the panic to return to Ruby and Jamal’s in an instant.

“I-“

You couldn’t deny the exchange was funny as hell to witness, your boyfriend’s teasing making it hard for you to keep your laughter in. But you managed to hold it back in the end and hit him in the back of his head at the sight of the genuinely terrified looks on their faces, swallowing your laughter.

“Oscar, stop messing with them.” You scolded in a lighthearted manner and he turned to you, giving you a smirk while the two boys were still looking about ready to piss themselves.

They didn’t relax until Oscar turned his back on them, turning his attention elsewhere. 

He grabbed the end of his tank top and pulled it over his head without another word, sitting down on one of the towels, the one closest to the boys.

You followed his example and sat down, still dressed in your clothes, and grabbed the sunscreen from the bag, popping the lid open and nudging your boyfriend’s arm.

“Turn around.” You instructed, causing him to turn his head to look at you.

He spotted the pink bottle in your hand and instantly shook his head, turning his head back forward stubbornly. “No. You’re not putting that shit on me.” He refused. “It smells like flowers.”

Rolling your eyes, you ignored him, pouring some into your palm and rubbing your hands together. “You know you burn easily.” You argued. “Stop being a perra and turn around, or I’m leaving.”

Glancing at you, he scoffed, but didn’t protest any further, turning his back to you. “Puta.” He swore.

In return, you slapped your sunscreen-covered hands onto his back, smirking when he flinched from the cold. “Pendejo.”

“Pineapple.” Came the voice of Jamal from beside Oscar and the two of you, along with everyone else, turned to look at him with raised eyebrows, causing him to look around at you, confused. “What? I thought we were naming things starting with P.”

“Idiot.” Cesar laughed and you just shook your head, starting to rub the sunscreen into the skin of Oscar’s back, shoulders and arms.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but despite the fact that the lotion smelled like an old lady, he enjoyed the feeling of your hands kneading his tense muscles. His eyes closed and his forehead leaned on his arms that were in turn resting on top of his knees.

Once your hands were close to dry and every inch of his upper body had been covered, you pressed a kiss to his neck and turned to his younger brother who was sitting a small distance away with a smile.

“Do you want me to do your back, too?” You asked, the motherly instinct coming automatically at this point. You had, after all, helped care for him ever since you met Oscar.

Cesar smiled and nodded his head. “Sure.” He said and stood up, walking over to where you were sitting.

You scooted back to make room for him in front of you on your towel and smirked at Oscar, who was already looking at you, when his little brother sat down with no protest.

You raised an eyebrow. “You see that?” You asked, squirting some more sunscreen into your palm and repeating the procedure. “Your brother doesn’t complain like a little bitch.”

Oscar shook his head in annoyance, standing back up. “Whatever. I’m hitting the pool. You coming?” He looked down at you, and you shook your head with a smile, not taking his attitude to heart.

“I’ll be there in a bit.” You promised, finishing putting the sunscreen on Cesar and putting the bottle back down into the bag. “I want to lay in the sun for a bit first.”

He nodded his head, leaning down to give you a quick peck to the lips before walking away. 

Cesar stood up too, going back to his spot beside Monse, and you took that as the perfect time to undress, standing up and beginning to unbutton your shorts.

Beside you, Ruby’s hand immediately flew down to his crotch where he adjusted his shorts, his eyes flickering between you and the pool repeatedly. “Oh no, it’s happening.”

Jamal, also trying his hardest to avert his gaze hit his friend upside the head. “Control yourself, be strong!”

But he was fucked too when he glanced back to you only to see you pulling your tank top over your head, your stomach toned as you stretched your arms up, the real goods being revealed. 

“Oh no.” He whimpered, and Jasmine glared at them from her spot.

“You guys, don’t be disrespectful.” She scolded them in a hushed voiced, keeping it low as to not draw your attention where you were now busying yourself with smearing sunscreen over your chest.

The two boys didn’t even seem to hear her, their mouths falling agape and their eyes widening at the sight. 

Cesar watched the scene unfold from his spot, shaking his head with amusement, knowing that his brother would quite literally kill them if he came back right then.

So he took matters into his own hands, deciding to protect his eventually-to-be sister-in-law from the prying eyes of his friends by throwing one of his flipflops at them, causing them to look at him just as you turned your attention back to them.

“Who wants to do my back?” You questioned with a bright smile, holding the bottle up for all to see and being completely oblivious to what had just been happening.

Jamal and Ruby were up on their feet in no time, their hands stretching into the air. “Me!” They spoke simultaneously, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“I’ll do it.” Cesar stood up before they could say anything else, walking over to where you were standing and shoving his friends back into their seats as he passed them.

You thanked him when he took the bottle from you, pulling your hair over your shoulder and holding your arms over your breasts to keep your top in place as Cesar undid the knot at your back and wasted no time in starting to put on the sunscreen.

He was pretty much the only one who could touch you without Oscar throwing a fit, he knew, so even though they would be mad at him for a week for robbing them of the opportunity to touch you, he had just done them a huge favor.

Lifesaving, really. 

Once he finished doing your back, he tied your top back up and you adjusted the front before turning to smile at him. “Gracias.” You thanked him, kissing his cheek, and he nodded with a smile of his own.

He only got the time to make his way back to his original spot before you were approached by some other guy, the stranger waltzing up to you with pure confidence in his step.

Kind as you were, you smiled at him, thinking he was just going to pass by, but instead, he stopped right in front of you, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

The guy raised a hand to scratch his neck, looking at you from through his sunglasses. “I’m sorry if this is extremely forward but I saw you from across the pool and just thought you were so beautiful, I couldn’t stay away. Would it be possible to get your number?”

He flashed a near-flawless smile, but of course, it wasn’t Oscar’s. Now, his smile could make you weak at the knees.

You offered him a sad smile back. “No, I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend.” You answered. “But I’m flattered.”

Letting people down was always hard for you. Not because you were interested or felt bad for them, but because you hated being put in awkward positions. Luckily, this guy didn’t seem to be a creep, but rather a decent human being, which always made things easier.

His face fell. “Oh, damn.” He swore, letting his hand drop from his neck. “Where is he now then? Your boyfriend, I mean.”

“He’s… around.” You told him, not even sure yourself. The place was crowded on this hot day and he could have been anywhere. “And he’s really protective so you should go before he comes back.” You added, knowing that Oscar would make a bigger deal out of it than needed if he came back and found you talking to some other guy.

And just your luck, he chose just this time to return, his form appearing behind the guy and heading straight for you, a glare already resting on his face and his fists clenched at his sides, showing you that he had already caught sight of you.

“Yeah, actually you should go right now.” Jamal agreed with a nervous laugh, looking behind him.

As everyone else’s eyes also found Oscar’s quickly approaching form, the guy you still hadn’t learned the name of turned around too, eyes growing wide with anxiety as he caught sight of the tall and muscular cholo coming straight for him.

“Who’s this?” Oscar wasted no time in getting up in his face as he reached you. “Who are you? Were you talking to my girl? Because we’re gonna have a problem if you were, blanco.”

You hurried to step in between them, the guy taking a step back out of fear. “He was just leaving.” You told him, holding him in place.

The guy nodded his head, agreeing with you and taking another step back. “Yeah, man. I’m sorry.” He turned to you then, offering you a quick nervous smile. “It was nice to meet you.”

Returning his smile, you nodded, fastening your grip on Oscar’s arms as he jerked forward slightly. “It was nice to meet you, too. Bye.”

And with that, he turned around and walked away. 

Oscar’s eyes followed his form all the way until he was out of his line of sight, and once he was gone, he tore himself out of your grip, his body dripping with water.

“Nice to meet you, huh?” He questioned with a glare. “You interested in other guys now?”

You only rolled your eyes, far too used to his jealous behavior. And it was even more understandable now with the anger he was building up with his dad being back. “Calm down. I’m not worried about you having side chicks so you shouldn’t either.”

“Bitch, the only side chicks I’ll ever have is your other personalities.” He fired back.

“Funny.” You glared, not batting an eye at the insult. “Calm down before you do something you regret.”

He glared back, taking a step closer to you and taking you into his arms. “I think I might need some motivation not to kill anyone.” He said, nuzzling his face into your neck.

The glare on your face instantly fell and a chuckle left your lips at the feeling of his beard tickling your skin. “I can’t fuck you if you’re in prison, papi.” You answered, hands coming up to hold on to his upper arms while his roamed your waist, the two of you not caring in the slightest that you were in public.

Ruby and Jamal watched from behind you, now munching on a sandwich each in a desperate attempt to keep their cool, eyes wide as your words reached their ears.

“God, that’s hot.”

Oscar’s face instantly whipped up from your neck, eyes landing on Ruby at the sound of his voice, the two boys jumping in their seats and letting out sounds of surprise.

But you were right behind him, raising one of your hands to grab a hold of his chin and turning his head to look at you with a glare. “What’d I tell you, huh? Leave them alone.” You instructed, feeling his body tense against yours.

You leaned in and pecked his lips chastely, moving your hands to his where they were resting on the small of your back and prying them away, taking them in yours.

“Let’s go for a swim.” You said, and he said nothing, simply letting you drag him away from the younglings.

As you walked away, his hand found its way down to your ass, squeezing the flesh while glaring at Jamal and Ruby over his shoulder.

The two of them watched with wide eyes, unable to tear their eyes away from his no matter how scared they were, and their eyes only widened further when Oscar raised his other hand to his eyes and used his pointer and middle finger to do an ‘I see you’-gesture at them.

Noticing what he was doing, you slapped his chest and forced him to turn back forward, and only then did Ruby and Jamal let out the breaths they had no idea they had been holding until then, the sight causing Cesar to break out into laughter.

They turned to him, both of them sporting a furious glare each. “How can you be laughing right now?!” Ruby exclaimed, eyes struck with fear. “He’s going to kill us!”

Cesar only nodded as his laughter died down to an easy chuckle, his eyebrows raising in agreement. “If you keep looking at (Y/N) like she’s a piece of meat then yeah, probably. And it won’t be painless.”

“Oh, man.” Jamal cried, forcing the entirety of the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, causing the rest of his words to come out muffled. “I’m too young to die.”

For the first time that entire time, Monse, who had been sunbathing peacefully on her towel alongside Jasmine, sat up and removed her sunglasses, looking at them.

“Well, there’s a simple solution.” She deadpanned, holding herself up on her elbows.

Jamal and Ruby turned to her with a mixture of doubt and desperation in their eyes, asking. “What?”

She simply shrugged her shoulders, giving them a sarcastic and annoyed smile. “Just don’t look.” She answered, and with that, put her sunglasses on again and laid back down, leaving the boys to look at Cesar, who simply gave them a shrug and grin in agreement.

They knew it was the only solution, but for two horny teenage boys, keeping their eyes to themselves was easier said than done, and at second thought, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst way to die.

[groovyzombiellama]

Don’t Leave Me

Title: Don’t Leave Me

Requested? No.

Plot: Your brother was the one to kidnap Cesar and his friends, and while you help them escape, you and Cesar fall in love, and you come to save his life when your brother discovers your hiding spot. Two endings.

Warnings: Mentions of getting shot, blood, death and funeral (one of the endings)

Word count: 2583

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In the beginning it was tough to even get Cesar and his friends to eat right, let alone do anything else when they first arrived. So being in the position you are now, your feelings for the dark haired boy growing daily, you knew you had to do something. When your brother showed up to your house with the four of them in toe, you were already angry at him. You didn’t understand his need to hurt people, but he has crossed the line, kidnapping kids your own age, when he was much older than you. You honestly didn’t even care about his motives, but you immediately knew that you couldn’t let him hurt the four kids he kidnapped. So whenever Cesar argued with your brother while he was being grilled for the information your brother needed and you could see the eyes of your brother light up in rage, you were always ready to step in and protect Cesar from getting hurt in any way and the rest for that matter. At first you had no feelings towards him, it was only because you hated seeing people get hurt and especially seeing your brother, the guy you looked up to when you were younger doing the damage.

And since then you had developped some kind of relationship with all of them. You had began seeing Jamal, Ruby and Monse as friends, because they were quick to understand that you were trying to help them, but when it comes to Cesar, you were a bit unsure of what was going on. You knew that you had feelings for him, but at first you thought it was just a crush and that it would go away, because he was still reserved towards you and didn’t really warm up to you as much as the others, and even they were luke warm since you were related to the person who held them in captivity, so to say he was ice cold would be the most accurate description. But over time, especially when you had risked your own life helping them escape, they started opening up to you more, this time Cesar included. And that was when you realised that your feelings for Cesar were more than a crush and that the more you talked to him and the more you learned about him, the harder you were falling for him. You didn’t want to make an enemy out of Monse, since you knew that the two of them had a history, so you didn’t do a lot regarding your feelings, but it was clear that you had them, mostly to Monse.

She was actually the one who told you to go for it and that maybe you were the one for Cesar, since you were more in tune with the kind of life he lived, and no matter how much you tried to convince her that his way of life or yours or hers had nothing to do with feelings, she still pushed you into Cesar. And you were shocked to see him not pushing you back, and instead pulling you in. Like that one time you had to grab groceries as sneakily as you because all of you were getting hungry and the mask you were wearing had fallen slightly off your face, Cesar didn’t just tell you to pull it back or something, instead he was the one to reach over to pull it up for you, his fingers gently brushing over your lips, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Or when you all had to hide from a few of your brother’s goons who had come looking for you in the place you were hiding, and Cesar insisted you come hide with him in a already cramped closet.

It kinda gave you the impression that he liked you too, but what sealed the deal were two instances, firstly when you had to switch hiding places and you offered to just lead them there and then go your own way or go back to your brother, and just face the music for helping them escape, since you knew you could go to your father and your brother wouldn’t be able to hurt you, but Cesar was the most vocal one in saying that you were staying with them and that was final. And secondly when at the new hideout you had a limited amount of beds, so one of you was destined to sleep on the floor. You volunteered, because you felt like you owe it to them for letting you tag along, but Cesar was quick to tell you to sleep next to him. You looked over at Monse and she smiled at you, nodding slightly, signaling that she had already talked to Cesar and that she as fine with the two of you being together and that for her, Cesar was as much of a friend as you.

But that was just part of the event that sealed the deal between you and Cesar. What really put the final nail in the coffin, so to speak, was the moment when you almost fell out of the bed in your sleep and woke up in a panic, ready to hit the ground, only to be grabbed by Cesar and pulled back, landing with your chest flush against his, your breaths mixing from the proximity of your faces. You looked up from his lips to his eyes, only to see him staring at your lips in turn, before leaning in and connecting them. The kiss was short and sweet at first, a chaste kiss shared between people who are yet to discover each other, but it was soon followed by a kiss more fast paced and hungry, just enough for the both of you to confirm to each other all that you felt through your mouths moving in sync and your breaths tangling. From then on you were his and he was yours, no doubt about it, and you felt butterflies roam your stomach when he even looked at you, let alone when he kissed you.

Neither one of you had any idea that your relationship was gonna be put to the highest test sooner rather than later when you brother and his goons somehow managed to find your hideout and a fight broke out. You fought to escape, while they fought to bring all five of you back into captivity. Your brother tried convincing you to come back to his side, but that had not been an option for a while now so he was trying in vain. And when even he realised that, that was when he really unleashed everything. There was punches thrown, and kicks from both sides, and people were thrown left and right, until you somehow ended up on the floor after one particularlly harsh kick from one of your brother’s goons and in your peripheral vision you noticed something shiny. Turning your head over to your brother, you noticed he had pulled out a gun and your eyes widened.

Pure shock overtook your body when you realised he was pointing it at Cesar who was fighting off his goons the strongest and he figured if he got rid of him grabbing the rest of you would be easier. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, but you managed to free yourself from the guy that had hurt you and was trying to hold you down and yelled out for Cesar, running to him. As soon as you reached him, you hugged him and heard a loud bang, followed by an enormous pain in your back and you collapsed to the floor, Cesar catching you in his arms. When your brother saw it was you who he shot, he froze, unable to understand how you were willing to fight with your life for people you met not too long ago. Suddenly they heart the sound of police sirens who just happened to be patroling the neighbourhood, they fled the scene, leaving you bleeding in Cesar’s arms. One of the officers rushed in and radioed for help when he saw you on the floor while the other started chasing your brother and his goons.

ENDING 1 (Gone But Not Forgotten)

“Come on Y/N, don’t leave me!“ You heard Cesar’s words, but you were unable to respond as you felt weak and your eyes were closing, and no matter how much he fought to get you to keep them open, you couldn’t anymore. Even the police officer was trying to get you to stay awake, pressing on your wound to stop the blood from flowing, but you somehow had a feeling your time is limited. With your last ounce of strength you told Cesar you loved him. “I love you“ was very important to you, and you felt like saying that in a relationship when it was truly serious, but since you felt like it was your last moments on earth, you knew that you had to say them to Cesar.

You felt one of his tears drop onto your skin and you wanted nothing more than to reach your hand up and wipe his tears, but you were getting weaker by the minute. You reached out your hand as much as possible, looking for Monse’s and when she grabbed your hand, you told her to take care of herself and of all of her friends, especially Cesar. “Turns out we weren’t actually meant to be as we thought.“ You say, your throat dry, causing you to cough, a bit of blood coming out of your mouth, and you smiled hearing Cesar. “Don’t say these things! You’re gonna be okay! I love you too, I love you, just don’t leave me!“ After uttering out one last “I love you“ to Cesar, you closed your eyes for the last time, your body going limp, and no matter how much he screamed, and he screamed for you so loudly that Monse, Jamal and Ruby felt like those screams were gonna haunt them for the rest of their lives, you were gone. Cesar cried even louder, placing his forehead against yours, begging you to wake up, but deep down he knew you were gone and he knew that he was gonna need a LOT of time to get over you and how you made him feel. “Sweet dreams angel, I love you.“ Were his last words to you before you were burried. He would often visit your grave, whenever he missed you, in every girl he saw you, even when he moved on, you were still tattooed in his heart.

ENDING 2 (The Survivor)

“Come on Y/N, don’t leave me!“ Cesar’s words echoed in your head, giving you more will to keep on fighting. You felt way too weak, but something in your mind was telling you that you had to fight. The police officer pressing down on your wound informed you that the ambulance was gonna be here soon and all you had to do was hold on a little longer. All four of your newfound friends were givin you words of encouragement, being able to see how strong you are from all of the things the five of your went through in this time you were together. It made you smile, even if it was weak and followed by you coughing out blood, it gave a sliver of hope to your friends and your boyfriend that you would be able to get through this. Your eyes felt heavy and for a moment you felt like it was the last thing you were ever gonna say, so you felt like you had to let him know. “Cesar, I l-love y-you.“ You wanted to say more, like how you know that those words are reserved for serious relationships for you and not something to be taken lightly or how it was okay if he didn’t feel the same, or how it might be too soon to say that, but you couldn’t. Your throat closed and you caughed again.

Cesar begged you not to talk and to keep your energy for fighting to stay alive, and said he loved you too, so you had to fight, because he wanted to show you how much he loved you, in every meaning of that word. If you weren’t bleeding out on the floor you would have hugged him so tight right now and showered him with kisses. Soon the ambulance was there and it was just in time too, as you were slowly starting to close your eyes. You were all taken to the hospital and they were all treated for their wounds as you were rushed to the operation room. Everyone was anxious, hoping to get good news that you were gonna be okay. Cesar was blaming himself for not turning the two of you around and taking the bullet himself, but he was too late to realise what was going on, and didn’t have enough time to react. Monse, Jamal and Ruby were doing their best to calm him down, but all three were starting to get dizzy watching him pace back and forth in their hospital room, waiting to hear how you were.

After what seemed like forever the doctor walked into their room and started scolding Cesar for not resting, but he quickly brushed him off and asked for you. A sigh of relief washed over the entire room as they heard that even though you had lost a lot of blood, you were gonna be fine and recover. Cesar asked if he could see you, or stay in your hospital room with you and the doctor granted that to him. Even when the other’s left to go home to their families, Cesar stayed with you. You had made him feel so much in such a short amount of time, more than even Monse. He had never felt the way he feels about you and couldn’t wait to say he loves you to you again, when you are fully back to health and looking at him with your beautiful smile and breathtaking eyes. When you woke up finally, he peppered your face with gentle kisses, making you giggle, that turned into a hissing sound, as you felt your wound hurting from the sudden movement, prompting Cesar to stop and apologise multiple times, despite you saying it was fine.

He was there for you throughout your recovery, making sure you know that he was serious about you, and when you had finally been released from the hospital, he took you to his house and you had officially moved in with him, since you had nowhere else to go after what happened with your brother who was your main caretaker. But you were accepted into the Diaz family and you were truly thankful. “Oh by the way, I love you angel. I love you a lot.“ Cesar said one night as you were getting ready to go to bed, making you blush, both at him saying those words to you and at the nickname he gave you. “I love you too....amor.“ The smile Cesar beamed at you was the biggest you had seen on him since you met him. He surged forward, feeling like he was on cloud nine after finally hearing those words properly from you and kissed you with so much emotion, you felt blissful. He was yours and you were his, sure you met under wild circumstances, but at least you were here to stay.

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Gah I made the second ending so much longer than the first, but since she lives in that one, there was more to happen after she wakes up, so it got longer, but I hope you guys still like it and don’t mind <3

I haven’t seen On My Block fully yet, so I’m not sure if Cesar and Monse get back together before they get kidnapped, but someone spoiled that they get kidnapped to me so I had this idea one night while I was thinking about it. I’ve always wanted to write a fic with alternate endings so people could choose weather they like the sad ending or the happy one. Hope you enjoy this, I’m off to bed. my back and neck are killing me and tomorrow I’m going back to my inbox for new requests to do :) that’s all for now folks <3

[purplechaosguardian]

Of Knights and Kings

A knight should strive to protect their king

Tw for suicide

“C’mon Mark. Where are yooouuu?” Mark whimpered, curling into a ball. He could see out through the gaps of the bleachers, at his attacker’s shoes made up of colorful cloth and shiny plastic. Sure it was dusty and uncomfortable here, but for one reason or another it was always the only place they never thought to look. “Don’t be such a wimp!” ‘You wanted to beat me up!’ His mind protested, ‘You chased me in here!’ He scooted backwards until his back met the wall, curling into a small ball and wanting to disappear entirely. Mark sighed and rested his head on his knees, almost wishing he brought his homework with him. The other kids wouldn’t leave on their own accord for a while, so that meant he was going to be here for a while and he was almost certainly missing the bus back home. Might as well try to get as comfortable as he possibly could.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, there were several voices yelling over each other. He could only see very little, but it wasn’t like the shouting and sound of fists hitting flesh could be mistaken for anything else. And judging from the view from his little hiding place, Cesar was currently hitting one of the other kids with a long stick. ‘Move you idiot.’ His brain chided ‘Go help him!’ But Mark was completely frozen, and could only wait for it to be over.

Cesar managed to chase the other kids out, yelling at the top of his lungs like a madman, waving his branch this way and that before dropping it. “Mark?” His voice was much more soft and gentle compared to how it was just moments before. “Where are you?” Mark hadn’t regained his voice yet, so all he could do was bang his fist against the cool metal. Cesar ran over to the bleachers, grinning when he saw his best friend wasn’t hurt. He crawled inside, joining him. It was a rather comfortable silence before Mark finally found his voice.

“I’m sorry.” Cesar leaned against him. “For what?” “I-I can’t protect myself. You always have to fight them for me, and you’re probably gonna get in trouble again and-.” Mark couldn’t look him in the eyes, but could still feel Cesar grab his hand. “So?” It wasn’t your fault. They deserve to have their butts kicked sometimes. Besides, this is the only time Momma doesn't get mad at me for fighting!” Cesar grinned when the comment managed to get a little smile out of Mark, deciding to keep going. “It’s like-it’s like what we’re learning in class right now right? With royalty and stuff?” Mark nodded, confused, but excited nonetheless to see where Cesar’s trail of thoughts was leading to this time. “Well, knights protect the king! So I'm the knight and you’re the king!” Mark giggled. “Don’t knights protect the lords and ladies, not kings?” Cesar shrugged. “I dunno, king sounds cooler, and you’d make a good king anyways. Oh wait!”

Cesar dragged Mark out of the bleachers, only letting go to kneel in front of the seats. “Sar? What are you doing?” Cesar giggled. “C’mon! You’re a king now.” He paused to wiggle the tree branch at Mark. “So come and knight me!” Mark couldn’t contain his laughter, grabbing the branch and standing on the seat before Cesar, just like he’s seen kings do in movies. “Uh ok! I uh-I, King Mark-heh heh-dub thee uh, Sir Cesar? I guess?” Mark was a mix of giggles and embarrassment, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. Cesar jumped up, his new title making him even more energetic, if that was even possible. He grabbed Mark’s hand and the two ran out laughing into the late afternoon sun, the good king being led by his loyal knight.

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“Come on, come on. Pick up, please -.”

“YOUR CALL HAS BEEN FORWARDED TO AN AUTOMATIC VOICE MESSAGE SYSTEM. AT THE TONE, PLEASE RECORD YOUR MESSAGE. WHEN YOU HAVE FINISHED RECORDING, YOU MAY HANG UP O-.”

‘Fuck.’ “Hey Mark. It’s me again. Sorry, I must be pretty close to filling up your answering machine. I just-I really need to hear from you right now. Call me back when you can, ok? I love you.”

Cesar groaned and face planted on the desk, the pit in his stomach growing even heavier. Mark always answered the phone by the third ring. No matter the time, the day, or what he was doing. Even if he thought it was a spam caller, he always picked up because “What if someone needs me Sar?” ‘Well I need you right now Marker.’

He sighed, staring outside his bedroom window. The cop car had been a rather recent addition, as was the gash across his neck. It was a miracle he was found, at least that’s what everyone has been telling him. The police had been called by rather concerned neighbors and he was rushed to the hospital after he was found in the kitchen, lying in a puddle of his own blood. Momma…Momma wasn’t so lucky. The police had tried to comfort him, saying that she was already dead by the time he came home. It didn't help.

So here he was, stuck in his house with blood stains on the floor that wouldn’t get out no matter how hard he scrubbed, Momma waiting to be put into her coffin, the cops keeping an eye on him until they could figure out what to do with him since he’s pretty much an orphan now but only months away from becoming a legal adult, hadn’t been able to get a full night’s of sleep in days and unable to talk to the only person he has left. The police wouldn’t answer any questions about Mark. There was a blonde one (who had to remind Cesar several times it was just Thatcher, not Mr. Davis), who had promised to do a quick check on him and report back. It’s been three days, and as far as Cesar knew, he still hasn’t gone. He would have tried to see him on his own, but he couldn’t slip past the police. During the day anyways.

The sun was beginning to set and he smiled. Time to get ready. Sweatpants, running shoes, one of Mark’s hoodies that he had forgotten about and that Cesar definitely didn’t steal. Definitely a departure from his normal attire, Cesar thought as he pulled the hood over his head, which makes it perfect. He peered out the window, the woods becoming less visible with every passing moment. Mark’s house was on the other side, and while the journey would be much shorter by driving, there’s no way the police would let him go. But hell if that was going to stop him, especially if Mark’s well-being was on the line. ‘You should bring a weapon’, a voice in his mind added, ‘you’re going into the woods at night and no one knows where you’re going. Do you really think not bringing anything is a good idea?’

It was right. That made perfect sense. A knife from the kitchen would probably be the best considering his current circumstances but (he could still feel the blade against his throat why won’t it stop ) it probably wasn’t a good idea to carry one around for the time being. The flashlight he was planning on bringing on the other hand, was long and made of metal. He took an experimental swing, making a satisfying swoosh. It would have to do.

The autumn air was fresh and crisp, and the stars were twinkling brightly in the night sky. The moon hung heavy in the sky, and Cesar felt free for the first time in days . He walked through the backyard, relying solely on his memory to avoid the bushes and rocks. He reached out for the fence, smiling when he found the particular rock he was looking for. It was tethered to the ground by crabgrass, but once upon a time it was a free rock that he and Mark had moved here one summer, making it easier for them to jump the fence and reach Mark’s house. They were convinced this was a well kept secret, but Momma probably knew. She knew everything.

The leaves crunched underneath his feet as he went deeper into the woods, the trees blocking out the light, making him glad he brought the flashlight with him, as it was the only reason he didn't break his neck by tripping over a stump or something. This was a route that he knew by heart, having used so many times he lost count over the years. He climbed over piles of rocks and wove through bushes and crossed the creek that had a fallen log across it that was used as a bridge. He grinned, spotting Mark’s house in the distance, sprinting towards it. He was going to see Mark and hug him tight and finally be able to talk to someone who actually cared about him as a person, not just details for a police report. He climbed over the hedge, beelining straight for the back door. Cesar tried opening it, but it wound up being locked. Not surprising, but he was slightly disappointed that he had to wait a little longer to see him.

He walked along the house, reaching for his keys as he got closer to the front door, grinning as he noticed Mark’s car parked in the driveway. He ran his fingers along the house key. It was small, a silver one that still gleamed in the faint glow from the street lights. But as soon as the front door came into view, his heart dropped into his stomach.

The front door was wide open.

Mark never left the door unlocked, much less leave it open for anyone to come inside. He crept inside the house. “Mark?” His head was on swivel, trying to see if anything was out of place. “Mark, it's me. It’s Cesar.” The kitchen was clear, the living room was as well. Everything was exactly where it should be, but Cesar couldn’t help but squeeze the flashlight tighter. He walked up the stairs, down the hallway, the air becoming more and more oppressive with each step. “Mark, is everything ok? You’re scaring m-.”

There was a figure standing in front of Mark’s bedroom, impossibly thin, head grazing the ceiling. Its body was the darkest thing he’d ever seen, almost absorbing the beam of the flashlight. It turned to look at him, and Cesar felt a shiver run up and down his body. The eyes were devoid of any kind of emotion, but it felt like they were picking apart and inspecting every single piece of him. It slowly moved towards him, and Cesar raised the flashlight. If it noticed his attempts at self defense, it didn't acknowledge it, moving past him, down the stairs, and back into the night.

“Mark!” Cesar practically flew to the door, knocking on it. “Mark, it's me. Are you in there?” There was sobbing coming from the other side of the door, making Cesar knock harder. “Mark? Can you open the door?” His shaking hand grabbed the knob, jiggling it. Cesar could hear footsteps on the other side. “Mark, please. I don't know what happened, but it’s over now. I won’t let anything hurt you, I promise. Just please open the door, please -.”

BANG

“…Mark?” Cesar grabbed the door knob with both hands, trying to yank the door open. “MARK! MARK OPEN THE DOOR.” He slammed his shoulder into the door once, twice. Over and over, ignoring the pain growing in his shoulder. The door eventually gave way, and Cesar felt ready to throw up. Mark was slumped over, gun still in his hand, blood splattered across the wall.

All Cesar could do was reach for him, only now realizing he was screaming.

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The sun rose hours later, and the police came along with it. And sitting on the floor were two teenage boys, one cradling the other. One’s eyes were glazed over, body ice cold and hair clumped together with blood. The other barely raised his head, and the officers could see his face was streaked with dried tear tracks. One of the officer’s slowly approached, and while Cesar could barely register anything, he could recognize them. Mr. Thatcher.

He stared down at Mark before looking back at the officer. “What did he do wrong?” The older man looked confused. “What?” “I know him better than anyone, he would have called for help as soon as he realized something was wrong.” Cesar’s voice was hoarse, and actually hurt to talk, but he forced himself to keep going. “So he must have done something wrong right? You wouldn’t have let him die for no good reason, right?” Something made its way into Mr. Davis’s expression, and Cesar laughed hysterically, no joy or mirth. “Or maybe you’re all just fucking cowards.”

He couldn’t stop laughing. Tears ran down his face. Mark’s gun was in his hand pressed to his forehead. “Wait for me Mark. I can’t be alone.” “Kid wait-!”

BANG

[oscars-wifeyyy]

Got You On My Mind

this is based on Got You On My Mind by NF

Long distance relationships were unbelievably hard especially when one of the two have two strikes to their name. That was yours and Oscar’s relationship. You live in Las Vegas, Nevada and had a busy life with the bustling part of downtown Vegas. It all started with your connection with Joker that had connected you with Oscar and it started out as friendship until it became a little more that neither of you bothered to go back because feelings did come up. Phone calls were as constant as it could come from the time you got off work to the time you had the sleep and the other way around until you were able to get some time off from work so you booked the next flight to California. You ordered an Uber and put a location near Oscar’s place so you could surprise him which the ride only was about 45 minutes until you were there so you put your duffel bag on your shoulder and got out with a smile.

Continuing down the street, you finally see the house that you see on camera and it was the end of the year so you didn’t know it was going to be cloudy because it was California. Oscar got out of the front door and caught a glimpse of you and he had to double check and knew it was you from the big smile across your face and the full sprint towards him. He got down the steps and caught you when you jumped onto him after dropping your bag on his grass.

“Hi,” you grinned and kissed him. Your first kiss.

Oscar pulled back and smiled back at you, “hey, foo,”

At that moment, rain started pouring so you and him laughed and grabbed your bag to put it inside. The two of you sat on the porch with him on the chair and you on his lap, his hand going up and down your leg. The two of you looked out at the pouring rain with a blunt being shared by the two of you and talking about life and what’s been happening along with your pasts.

“Yeah, my dad popped pills for quite a long time from when I was a kid to the time I graduated high school then he died from it,” you sighed as you rubbed your thumb on the side of his neck, “I’m still trying to deal with it,”

“I lost my mom too. Drugs got to her like they did yours,” Oscar tightened his hold on you, “I guess we connect on that,”

After a week of you staying with Oscar, you had to go back home so you grabbed your things and rode in silence with Oscar driving. His hand was on your thigh as you put your hand on the nape of his neck and tried to comfort yourself, but it was no use. The memories fresh on your mind and the amount of fun you guys had and the sleepless nights of just talking to each other, even the days of the two of you taking Cesar out and having a fun time.

The two of you got out of the car and into the terminal that you had to go to. When you faced him, his arms immediately went around you and hugged you as tight as he could and that gesture brought tears to your eyes.

“Hey, we’ll see each other soon. Ain’t no way you getting away from me,” Oscar whispered in your ear.

“Who said i wanted to get away from you?” you chuckled as a few tears hit his shirt. 

It’s been a month since you came back from California and it seemed like your thought process has changed since then. You never really thought about the present because you always planned out the future and how you were getting to that, but Oscar caused you to think about the present and what you want to do while still doing the actions you needed to do to get to the future.

You were quite young and people your age would be on their phone for quite some time, but you were different. There were times where you didn’t even use your phone the whole day unless it was to call Oscar or somebody you needed to talk to, but you would rather be with him than just talk to him over the phone. There were times where you wanted to text him. I miss you, but you never could send that text, instead you would just talk about other things. It led to days where you felt lonely and incomplete which caused your bad days, but it would always turn into a good one when Oscar called you or you called Oscar.

For Oscar, you were it because you never judged him for the stuff he was doing or ever tried to control him to get him to do something he was ordered to do. He was himself whenever he talked to you and felt like he was back to being a teenager before he had to harden up and be ‘Spooky’. There were laughs and smiles and inside jokes that started happening and he just couldn’t stop thinking about you even when he had to go on runs. Nights were the worst and best for him as he lays in his bed and just stares at the ceiling with music playing softly in the background. So many questions he wants to ask you like if you feel the way he does, but he doesn’t want to scare you away until one night you facetimed him at ten at night.

“Hey,” you smiled on the camera.

“Hey, princesa,” Oscar smirked.

“Ok, so I called because I wanted to ask what the deal is,” you cleared your throat to get yourself ready for the rejection.

“I’m a man of my word, believe that,” Oscar sighed, “I’m a closed book but somehow you learned to read that. I know I should relax because I hate the way I react, but I’m good,”

“You’re about to relapse,” you softly said as you stared at the beautiful, but hurting, man on your screen.

“Don’t you know that I think about you? Every time I wake up, all I can think about is you,” Oscar confessed.

“Don’t you know that I’m the same way? All I can think about is you,” you blushed.

[youare-mysonshine]

unsteady || oscar diaz

Summary: Cesar and Oscar get into a fight and the reader lets Cesar know just how much his brother has done for him.

Requested: Yes

Hi, a request where Oscar and Cesar get into a fight after who knows what and Cesar says some really hurtful things to Oscar. Reader is watching doesn’t usually get involved in fights but Oscar walks off after Cesar says the hurtful things and reader get involved telling Cesar that he should be lucky he has Oscar, that Oscar has risked a lot of stuff for Cesar, etc. Then reader goes to the bedroom to see Oscar crying softly and she comforts him by kissing his tattoos and reassuring him.

A Oscar x reader where it takes place after his dad leaves again and he tells Cesar. So he finally opens up to you about everything later that night when he goes over to your house crying in your arms. After her tells you that he loves and to never leave him because you heal him. Lots of fluff for my man please he needs it

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x reader

Warnings: contains spoilers from s3 ep5, so if you haven’t watched the latest season or haven’t gotten to the fifth episode, keep scrolling. cussing, angst, fluff at the end.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: my heart broke. I just wanna hug Oscar okay. I know he done some shit but they ain’t gotta do him like they did him this season. LEAVE OSCAR ALONE. But anyways lmao, I combined two requests that I got. I just thought they fit well together, so I hope that whoever requested them enjoys this and finds it to their liking. I obviously changed some stuff but tried to keep it as original to both requests as I could. Enjoy!

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It was around 8-9 pm when Cesar finally got home from the funeral in Brentwood. You had been sitting on the couch, flipping past the channels on the t.v, though you weren’t particularly paying attention. It was more so something to keep you occupied. Oscar was sitting at the dining room table, hand around a beer bottle, eyes focused intently on the hard wood table.

You could practically hear his thoughts, see his mind racing. The entire day, he’d been like that. It had been a rough day for him, and you had done your best to be there for him, but nothing could prepare either of you for when Cesar finally got home.

Oscar had been crushed once again when Ray walked out of their lives, but he had been through it once before. Did it make it easier? No. Did it make the anger he felt lessen any less? No. But knowing his baby brother wasn’t a baby anymore, knowing he had to tell him their dad walked out on them again, that’s what was eating away at him. The first time Ray left, Cesar was too little to even remember him. That’s the only positive side - Oscar carried the burden. Dealt with the anger and sadness of their dad leaving, not Cesar. But this time? This was something he couldn’t protect him from.

Cesar walked through the door and flashed you a smile in greeting.

“Hey.” He spoke, shutting the wooden door behind him. Oscar, hearing the front door open and shut, stood up from where he was sitting, eyes locked on his brother as he finally came into view. You gave Cesar a small smile, returning the greeting. You grabbed the remote control and shut the t.v off, it being the last thing on your mind. Now noticing Oscar standing up, slowly walking towards him, and you looking at him with what he could only describe as sadness in your eyes, Cesar grew concerned. And that’s when he noticed it.

All of Ray’s things were gone.

Given that the house was relatively small, Ray had taken to sleeping on the couch. And since he had arrived, the living room had been rather unkempt, his things had been strewn about on the small coffee table in front of the couch.

“What’s going on? Where’s Ray? Where are his things?” He asked. Oscar’s face was hardened, but you could see the emotion in his eyes. He was hurt. Angry that his dad had put this all on him. That his dad had basically sent him to hurt Cesar and deliver the news.

“Cesar, come sit.” You patted the spot beside you and for a few seconds, he did nothing except look between you and Oscar, before finally relenting and occupying the space beside you on the couch.

“Where is Ray?” He asked again, looking up at his big brother. Oscar was looking at the ground, mouth set into a thin line. A few seconds went past before he finally spoke.

“He left.” There it was. The words Oscar had dreaded to say to his little brother.

“What? What do you mean he left? Left where?” Cesar asked, his face falling.

“He packed up his shit and he left. Didn’t say where but I’m guessing Bakersfield.” Oscar answered, voice deep and gruff.

Cesar was incredulous, not wanting to believe it was true. His heart was racing, you could see, that just like Oscar, his mind was going a mile a minute. His hands clenched at his pants, his knuckles turning pale white. He shook his head, eyes on the coffee table before looking back up at Oscar.

“He wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.” Your heart broke. You had been pissed when you found Oscar sitting on the living room couch, looking like a lost and fragile child, only for him to tell you that his father had bailed out again. From the get go, you understood both sides - Oscar was older than Cesar, thus he remembered more. He remembered the hurt and anger when Ray first left. He had to shoulder the responsibility of raising his baby brother, he had to be a father all while still a child himself. But you also understood that while Cesar may have looked at Oscar like a father figure, he, of course, desired to have a relationship with his actual father. You couldn’t fault him for that. And you had hoped with all of your heart that Ray wouldn’t do what he did again, that he wouldn’t hurt Cesar and Oscar more than he did already. But it was wishful thinking.

“He did.”

Cesar jumped into defensive mode, eyes and face hardening. He stood up off the couch and you had a bad feeling. The brothers had gotten in plenty of arguments and fights, you had been with Oscar long enough to witness some of them, but you had always chosen to not get involved - they already worked on their shit and figured it out.

“What did you do?” The younger Diaz bit out, getting in his brother’s face.

“I didn’t do shit.” Oscar answered.

“Exactly. You didn’t do shit. You could have helped him find a new job or something. But instead you chose not to.”

“I don’t have that kind of power.”


“Oh bullshit! I bet this makes you so happy.”

“Happy? I’m your brother. For most of your life I’ve been your dad. If you’re gonna be mad at someone, be mad at him. He’s the one that up and left. Again.”

It was when Cesar shoved Oscar back that you finally stood up and made a move toward the young teen.

“Okay, that’s enough. Cesar, stop. Stop.” You had tried to no avail, Cesar ignoring you and shoving Oscar again. Your boyfriend waved you off, not wanting you to get involved or get hurt. Then he focused on the hurt boy, calling his name, trying to get him to calm down.

“Cesar. Ces-“

“Monse was right. You are cursed. Everything bad that has happened to me is because of you.”

The room went silent. You could hear nothing but the crickets chirping outside. Oscar’s face visibly fell. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His eyes had taken an emotion that you could only describe as hurt, sadness.. heartache. It absolutely shattered your heart. And it made you angry more than anything else. Oscar didn’t do or say anything. He just turned around and walked down the hallway. You could hear the bedroom door open and then slam shut.

Cesar was breathing hard, panting, eyes angry and hard. But you certainly weren’t gonna let him get away with his behavior, no matter how angry he was at his brother.

“What the hell was that, Cesar?” You asked, eyes blazing as you focused your attention on your boyfriend’s little brother.

“All of this is his fault! He made Ray leave, he-“ You cut him off, holding a hand up.

“First of all, no - it’s not his fault. You’re forgetting that this isn’t the first time Ray has walked out on you, Cesar. You were too little to remember it back then, but he left you once before! Oscar didn’t make Ray do anything he didn’t want to do. That man left on his own free will. I get that you’re angry, but what you’re not gonna do is blame Oscar for something your dad did. Twice.” You said.

“And second - Oscar raised you. When your dad left, when your mom was gone or high - he raised you. He didn’t have to, but he did. He gave up opportunities. He gave up hopes and dreams just to stay here and take care of you, and don’t you forget that. I get that the shit with Latrelle shooting Olivia and Ruby started because of him, I get it. I’m not saying that he’s innocent but you don’t know how it eats away at him - that shit’s with him everyday. He thinks about it everyday. He lives with it everyday. Oscar has done way more for you than Ray ever did. I get that you wanted a relationship with your dad, but who was more of a dad to you? Ray? Or Oscar? You should be lucky that you have Oscar because there are people out there that have no one. If he was somebody else, he could left you here. He’s made mistakes, he’s paid for them. He’s still paying for them. You don’t know half of the shit he’s done or has had to do just to keep you safe. To keep you and your friends safe. It’s so easy to paint him as the bad guy, but don’t forget - he’s your brother and he loves you more than anything. Don’t take your anger out on him.”

Cesar stayed silent through and after that, not saying a single word. His eyes fell to the ground, hands clenched in fists. You had never raised your voice Cesar - you chose not to get involved in arguments with Oscar and his brother, but this time you could stay silent hearing the way Cesar was talking to himS You’d be the first to after that Oscar wasn’t perfect - he made mistakes, grave ones, but you had also seen how much he carried on his shoulder to ensure the safety of not only Cesar and his friends, but the entire neighborhood. He didn’t want anymore innocent people getting hurt, especially if it was because of him. But it was like Cesar and his friends couldn’t see that. They only say and focused on the bad. You couldn’t change everyone’s opinion, but you didn’t want Cesar having that opinion of his brother. You needed him to know just how much Oscar did for him, how much he loved him.

With one final look at Cesar, you walked away from him, heading down the hall towards the familiar door that led to the bedroom you and Oscar shared. What you saw when you opened the door broke your heart into a bunch of pieces.

Oscar was sitting on the bed, hunched over with his face in his hands. His shoulders shook softly and you could tell that he was crying.

“Oh, Oscar..” You shut the door behind you and immediately walked over to him. You gently removed his hands from his face and coaxed him to look up at you. When he did, you heart broke even more if it was possible. His cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes were slightly red, and his bottom lip and chin wobbled as a fresh set of tears came.

“He hates me.” He sounded like such a vulnerable and fragile child. His voice was broken, soft. Unlike the usual tone in which you heard him speak on the daily. This was someone who was hurting inside, and you desperately wanted to make the hurt go away. “He hates me and it’s all my fault.”

With your hands cupping his cheeks, you wiped away the free tears that had fallen, shaking your head. “No, baby. He doesn’t hate you. He’s angry, he’s hurt but he doesn’t hate you. When Ray left the first time, he was too young to remember. But now? This is something entirely new to him. He doesn’t know what to think or what to feel, and like you, the first thing he can think of is anger. Rage.”

“It’s all my fault. Latrelle, Ruby, Olivia.. Monse was right. I am cursed.” Oscar lowered his head and his shoulders began to shake again as he cried quietly. You sighed softly, closing your eyes so the tears that had welled up in your own eyes wouldn’t fall.

“Look at me, papas.” You had spoken softly once you composed yourself. You pressed a kiss against his head and coaxed him to look at you once more. You wiped away the tears once more and leaned in, pressing the tiniest kiss against the teardrop tattoo under his eye.

“You’ve made mistakes. We all have. But it’s not all your fault. You’re not cursed. Cesar doesn’t hate you. I see you, Oscar. The real you. I see all that you do to protect him, to keep him safe. I mean even with all that happened today - you were more upset about Cesar having to go through this, about having to tell him Ray left. Why? Because you just wanted to protect him, the way no one protected you when you were growing up. The streets raised you and you raised him - you’ve done so much for him, and I just told him that right now. He loves you, baby.”

“I never wanted him to have to go through that. I never wanted him to have to grow up with the hurt that I did when he left. It fucking.. it hurt so bad. When Ray left today.. I felt like a little kid all over again. Like it was the first time. And then I remembered that Cesar is older now, that he’ll remember this and.. fuck..” His voice cracked, but you stayed silent, letting him finish and get all that he needed off his chest. “I’ve messed up with him. Badly, after that shit that happened with Ruby getting shot and Olivia dying, kicking Cesar out - I fucked up. I know I did. I chose the Santos over my own brother.. I’ll never be able to make up for it, but I want to try. For him. Everything that I do, everything I’ve ever done is for him.”

Oscar’s hands, which had gravitated down to your hips, tightened slightly as he pulled you closer, looking up at you from his seated position on the bed with such an intense and vulnerable gaze that you couldn’t bring yourself to look away, even if you wanted to.

“I do it for you too, you know. I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I just..” He paused, trying to find the right words. “You heal me, Y/N.” He said, and your eyes watered again. “You make me want to be a better person. A better man. I never ever want to lose you. I can’t lose you. I love you.”

With a tear drop falling down your cheek, you bent down ever so slightly. You leaned in and kissed his neck, specifically the Santos cross. You worked your way up, peppering little kisses against his jawline. It wasn’t sexual in the slightest, you just needed him to know that you were there. That you were there and you weren’t going anywhere. You worked your way up to his cheek, then the tear drop tattoo once more. There, you rested your forehead upon his. You locked eyes with your boyfriend, staring deep into them and hoping that you were conveying the love you had for him.

“I’m not going anywhere, Oscar. You’re stuck with me. Now and always. I love you. Good and bad. Nothing you can say or do will ever scare me away, okay? You’re a good man. You’re an amazing brother. Shit, you’re an amazing dad to Cesar. You raised him. You did and you alone. You did and do so much for him. I see all that you do, and I’m proud of you. I’m proud to be your’s.”

[sincerelyasomebody]

Give An Inch || Oscar "Spooky" Diaz

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: Not proofread, apologises. Feel free to point out any mistakes with the Spanish translations. Thanks!

Pairing(s): Spooky x Reader ▪︎ The Core 5 x Reader (platonic relationship) 

Summary: A helping hand is mistaken for something else. 

Warnings: fluff, language, mention of smut (very light), mentions of a baby, sexist comments, 

Word Count: 1815

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"Come on, (Y/N)." Jamal begged, trying to snatch the bag filled with candy, "just one more and I promise I'll stop asking." 

"No, Jamal," she reprimanded the teenager, "you've eaten enough candy as it is."

He huffed, the rest of the group laughing at his misfortune. Oscar shook his head, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, clicking his tongue, "eh, just give him one." 

She looked at him, "and have him throw up on himself? I don't think so." She glanced over at the group and back at him, "besides, he keeps grabbing the (flavour) ones and there's hardly any left." 

With a laugh, he kissed her forehead, "so it's not about his well being? It's 'cause he keeps taking the ones you like?" 

"Shut up," was her response. 

That made him laugh harder, causing the group of teenagers to look back at the couple. Cesar smiled at how carefree his brother looked whereas his friends were still surprised, despite knowing of the couple's marital status. 

They and their families, the Santos and (Y/N)'s family were present at the courthouse, a simple but elegant affair. Despite her mother's protest about a big wedding, (Y/N) was more focused on spending the rest of her life with Oscar and Cesar (they were a packaged deal). She didn't care where they got married. 

It had been months since that court appearance and (Y/N) and Oscar had fallen in love with each other more everyday. Yes, they had their disagreements, but before the sun set apologises were said and a round of cuddles were given. He may have been a tough Santos leader, but Oscar was big on affection. 

A relaxed date night for the pair turned into an eventful group outing. (Y/N) didn't mind, having grown accustomed to having the teenagers around (even Jasmine with her big personality, something she really admired). Oscar was annoyed, but adjusted to having her attention shared. 

The teenagers began to disagree on whether to try their luck with the games or grab a bite to eat. The girls wanted to play some games and the boys wanted to get some more food. (Y/N) decided to make the decision for them, looking at Oscar, "you go with the boys and I'll go with the girls," she laughed, taking note of his unimpressed look, "they're not that bad." 

Right on cue, Jamal and Ruby began arguing about the most problematic person in the 90 Day Fiancé: Before the 90 Days cast. Cesar stood by, saying nothing and somehow got dragged into the debate. (Y/N) shook her head and pecked Oscar's cheek, "good luck." 

And with that, she walked off with the girls in tow. 

The three walked around for quite a bit before deciding on playing Whac-a-Mole; no lines, reasonably priced and the prizes were really good. (Y/N) handed the attendant the money and watched the game light up. 

"How do you plan on winning?" Monse asked, knowing that a bunch of the games were rigged. 

"By imagining something that pisses me off," she replied. Both girls quirked an eyebrow and watched as she hit almost every single mole that popped out of its hole. When the game ended, she glanced over at them, "see?" 

They laughed at her chosen stuffed animal being a wolf, knowing her obsession with dogs, when the attendant asked about her prize. Taking a step back, she allowed the girls to decide if they wanted to play a game. 

Unbeknownst to her, a figure had been watching from afar and decided right at that moment to start up a conversation. 

(Y/N) felt a presence move closer, she smiled thinking they were passing by, but instead stopped right in front of her. Her eyebrows furrowed, as she took in the person; solid build, tall and tanned skin. 

"The name's Damian," he introduced himself.

She nodded, "hello, Damian, I'm (Y/N). Did you need something?" 

Before he could reply a mallet hit the side of his head. She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, eyes looking at the direction of where it flew to find Monse nodding towards Jasmine, the girl giving a sheepish grin. (Y/N) turned back around to find Damian rubbing his head.

"Well… uh, that was… something," he muttered, picking up the object and holding it out. 

"Sorry," Jasmine apologised, taking it and giving it back to the attendant.

(Y/N) noticed his cheek darkening, "you might need some ice for that," she held up her finger, "follow my finger, please." A couple seconds later, she concluded, "you don't seem to have a concussion, but you should check out the medical tent." 

He smiled, "you in the medical field?" 

"A nurse at the local hospital." 

"Beauty and brains," he complimented

She shook her head, "come on I'll take you," she glanced over her shoulder, "tell the guys where I'm going, okay? I shouldn't be long." 

Monse and Jasmine nodded at her instructions, sharing a look when she walked around the corner, hopefully Spooky wasn't nearby. 

But of course, luck wasn't on their side. 

"You girls win anything?" 

They turned around and found Cesar walking ahead of the group, a grin plastered across his face holding up a teddy bear and handing it over to Monse. Jamal and Ruby holding a slushie and a churro in their hands. Spooky took notice of the missing figure, his eyes staring at the pair, "where's (Y/N)?" 

Jasmine piped up, "at the medical tent," when she noticed their concerned faces she quickly added, "don't worry, she's not hurt. She took a guy there 'cause I hit him in the head with a mallet." 

"You hit him with a mallet?" questioned Ruby, taking a sip of his slushie. 

"Sí, pero no propósito," she gestured to the truck, "I was using it for the game, they really need to tape that shit down."  

Jamal's eyebrows scrunched together, "aren't those things attached?" 

"Yeah, they are," Monse replied, "well.. one used to be." 

As the group got on the subject of other carnival games, they didn't notice Spooky slipping away to find (Y/N). Always being down to help whoever with whatever, it didn't come as a surprise to him hearing she had walked the guy over to the medical tent. It was a trait he loved about her, but of course it had setbacks. 

With a heart as big as hers, there were some people who liked to take advantage of her goodwill. 

If the guy fell into that category, then he was in for a rude awakening.

He walked around the corner, avoiding a bunch of kids running with their parents trying to keep up with them. Passing by several tents he found the one he was looking for. It wasn't that hard as an ambulance, cots and paramedics stuck out among the food trucks and carnival games. 

His eyes focused on her, her hands clutching a stuffed animal, a smile crossed his face taking note of it being a wolf. She let out a laugh and continued talking to the person next to her. He moved towards them, his pace picking up when he noticed her twiddling her thumbs, a subtle sign that showed she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. 

"Cariño." He called out. 

Her head turned in his direction, a big smile on her face as she rose to her feet. When he was close enough, she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. When she released her hold, she pecked his lips. 

Quickly bending down to pick up the wolf plushie.  

After shaking it, she held it up to his face, "say hello to the new love of my life." 

He kissed his teeth, "new love? The only new love of your life is gonna be the baby I put in you, esta noche." 

She gasped and hit his chest, laughing when he pulled her in and kissed the top of her head. 

"Uh… you're taken?" 

The couple turned to the figure holding the ice pack to his cheek. (Y/N) nodded, "yep, happily taken." Holding up her left hand to reveal just how taken she was.

Damian shook his head, "you're married and walking around as if you're single? Wow, aren't you a great catch." 

Her eyebrows furrowed, at the switch in his tone, "excuse you?" 

"You led me on."

"Led you on?" She scoffed, "how?" 

He gestured to the tent, "you brought me here." 

"Yeah, I brought you here to make sure you were okay," she replied, "and before you say anything about me staying with you, I thought I'd keep you company before your friends arrived." 

"You have to train her better," Damian shifted his focus to Oscar, "can't have your wife leading men on like some bitch in heat." 

Before (Y/N) could blink, Oscar gripped the front of Damian's shirt and pulled him close their nose centimetres apart, "don't fucking talk to her like that, understand me?" Damian just blinked, causing Oscar to give him a shake, "I asked you a question." 

He nodded, "yeah, I won't. Ever again." 

Oscar loosened his grip, nodding towards the bruising on the side of his head, "next time it'll be a bullet," at the scared look he received, he smirked, "now, apologise to my wife, pendejo." 

"I'm sorry." 

"She has a name." 

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." 

"What are you sorry for?" 

"I'm sorry, (Y/N) for calling you a bitch and assuming that you were interested." Damian apologised. 

She nodded, "thank you." 

"When a woman is interested, she'll make it clear that she's interested." Oscar explained, "if she isn't interested, back off." 

"Right, got it." 

"But with your obscured view on women, I doubt they'd be interested," (Y/N) snickered, "all that muscle on you and you're nothing but a punk ass bitch." 

Oscar held her hand in his, giving the back of it a kiss, "come on," when they were about a metre away, (Y/N) called out, "enjoy the rest of your night, Damian. You sexist pig." 

This received a few stares from those surrounding the other tents but the couple kept walking as if nothing had happened. (Y/N) allowed Oscar to lead them back to wherever the group of teenagers were. When she spotted them, she stopped her movement, causing Oscar to halt in his.

"What's wrong?" 

She smirked and moved in close, fingers fiddling with the button of his shirt, "do you wanna get started?'

His eyebrow arched, "get started on what?" 

"On putting that baby in me…. Unless, you've changed your mind and -" 

She laughed when he gripped her hand and dragged her in the direction of the car, throwing a comment about texting Cesar that she wasn't feeling well and to stay the night at Monse's when she asked about the group noticing their disappearance. 

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Sí, pero no propósito - yeah, but not on purpose

Cariño - dear or darling 

Esta noche - tonight 

Pendejo - asshole or bastard

[eunoiaflow3r]

Hey your writing is amazing! I have a weird request Idk - Like how would oscars long term girl react to monse and oscars kiss? How would she find out by Oscar, monse, ceaser, ray or even herself just seeing How like they go about it what would go down would monse apologise ? I would think she would be a little upset because that her man but yeah I was wondering if you could an imagine along those lines Thank you so much 😊 ❤️

One to Five - Oscar Diaz

*not my gif*

A/N: Duudee okay, I’ve been thinking about how this would go down for literally 10 hours, and I keep coming up with the same thing. Long-term or not, Oscar’s girl definitely has to hit it off with Cesar. And if she hits it off with Cesar, you already know he’s gonna go to her for everything. Especially when it’s about his girl troubles like Monse. So, with that being said, let’s goooooo……..

Warnings: uhh..fluff, language.. also kinda short, and just goofy haha. fem!reader.

Summary: The request basically lmao

Word Count: 1.05k

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When Cesar told you that he slept with another girl while Monse was gone, you wanted to punch him in the face for Monse. God, this boy could be so stupid sometimes. You still loved him though despite him being an idiot. 

When you first met Oscar, or “Spooky,” as everyone seemed to call him, it was through Cesar. He had run short on some snacks he was buying for his friends, so, you gave him the rest that he needed. Insisting on paying you back, he walked you to his house and paid you back the dollars you had given him. You told him that it was fine, and he didn’t need to, but he told you that his brother always told him to never be in debt to anyone…for anything.

And once you got to his house, you realized why his brother would say something like that. His brother was Spooky! Santos gang leader! Now, you weren’t in the middle of any violence or gangs or anything, but you were definitely aware of the things going around on your block. 

Long story short, when Oscar saw you, he instantly knew he’d have to know your name and maybe a little bit more. Ever since that day, Cesar became your kid best friend, (although, was he even much of a kid anymore?), and Oscar became your boyfriend. 

You were watching television when the boys told you they were going to the carnival. They asked you to come, but you declined telling them that you had work to do around the house, and you had a little headache so being around crowds probably wasn’t a good idea.

Oscar promised you fun when he got home, which Cesar gagged at, and made the both of you chuckle.

While they were gone, you made some food, cleaned the kitchen, and again sat down to watch tv.

When you heard Oscar’s car out front you unlocked the door so it would be easier for him to get in but after a minute or two of waiting for him and Cesar to walk through the door, all you heard was yelling.

And it was coming from Monse.

You looked out the window, making sure that everything was okay, but all you saw was a drunk looking Monse yelling about Oscar and all the mistakes he’s made.

You felt bad for Oscar - considering him knowing the problems he’s caused, and he’s felt bad for it, but you also couldn’t help but laugh at Monse.

These damn kids, you should have gone just to make sure they wouldn’t get in any trouble.

The more you watched the louder Monse got, and the closer she stepped to Oscar.

You could tell he was tense, and she was angry, and he was trying his hardest not to laugh at Monse and the way she was acting.

Hell, you were trying your hardest not to laugh as well.

After a minute though, it got a little serious and you wanted to go out there and console her, but Oscar seemed to have been doing a good enough job.

They pulled away, and you were going to walk away from the window, but you stopped - Monse had inched up and kissed him. She kissed Oscar.

He instantly pushed her away, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. And then you started laughing. Monse kissed Oscar! 

Monse claimed that she hated him, and she said that everything that had happened to her was his fault, but here she was kissing him!

Boy was she going to regret doing that when she wakes up with that killer hangover tomorrow. 

When Oscar came through the door clearly upset, that only made you laugh even more.

“This shit’s not funny dama.” He looked down at you. “You see what she did out there?”

“Oh, I saw it!” You chuckled, holding your stomach trying not to laugh anymore, “That’s fucking hilarious.”

Oscar rolled his eyes and picked you up carrying you to the couch.

“Oh, I’ll show you hilarious.” He mumbled in your neck. 

Next thing you knew, he started tickling you all over making your stomach hurt even worse. You both were laughing but when he tried to press a kiss to your lips, you shoved him away saying, “Uh, uh. Not while you got another girl on your lips niño.”

He pushed himself off of you and scoffed.

You laughed again at his face and again, at the fact that Monse kissed him. 

“It’s not funny.” He says trying to be serious. “That’s like if Cesar or uhh Ruby kissed you.”

You started laughing even harder. Ooh, was he going to catch a case!

“Are you high, Princesa?”

_

The next day, you woke to pounding on the front door. Oscar’s arm tensed around you and he kissed your temple before getting up quickly to answer the door. You tiredly followed behind him. 

It was Monse and she was asking to see you. 

Oscar moved out of your way, guiding you to the door with his hand on the small of your back. 

Once you were outside, Monse backed up, and wouldn’t look you in your eyes.

“I kissed Spooky.” She says quickly, afraid to look you in the face.

“I know.”

“You know?” She asks surprised, finally looking up.

“I know.” You laugh pulling her into a hug. “It’s okay hermana, how’s that hangover?”

She appreciated the change in subject and laughed with you.

_

Later that night, you were laying in Oscar’s bed talking about everything and nothing. He was playing with a few strands of your hair, and you were channel surfing. 

“I wonder how long you can go to jail for kissing a minor.” You say trying to get a reaction out of him.

“Oh c’mon, when you gon’ let that shit go?”

You didn’t answer him and instead just laughed it off and continued searching through all the channels.

“One to Five years.” he answers.

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I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, but I hope you enjoyed :)

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[mshermia]

LYKHIW Timeline - WIP Page

Welcome! This post records the status and progress of my work expanding my Post-Endgame (MCU) series to “Like You’d Know How It Works”.

I left the cinema post-Endgame incredibly mad and disappointed. After I aired my immediate frustration with the movie in two One-Shots, I decided for my own peace of mind, I had to try and salvage the mess that was Endgame somehow, because I simply like the characters too much, not to. A week after I started writing, I published the first chapter on AO3. About a year later, I felt the need to expand on the original fix-it. I have and will continue to add to this timeline, writing different adventures that will mostly focus on Tony Stark and Peter Parker.

Genre: MCU fanfiction

The Fix-It

Like You’d Know How It Works (completed)

Setting: sets in right after the battle at the Compound is over, supersedes the concluding events of Endgame.

Premise: Straight after the battle is won - or lost, depending on your perspective - Peter tries to convince the Avengers to save Mr. Stark by going back into the Quantum Realm.

Tropes: time-travel, quantum realm, protective Peter

Mood: grief & loss, hope, family

Someone had organized this room at Metro General hospital for them to sit and talk. Sitting was not an option for Peter though. He couldn’t bear to sit. He couldn’t bear to have anyone look at his injuries either, not when there were more pressing matters to attend to.

“You said that whatever we do in the past will not change our present!” Peter’s fist hit the table with a crash. They simply weren’t listening. His face felt grimy and tight in places where the dirt from the battlefield stuck to the tears he had cried over Mr. Stark’s body. Maybe he should have thought of washing the traces off his face before confronting a few of the Avengers and Doctor Strange. It might have made him seem a little more collected. A little more rational. “That’s what you just said!”

Chapters 9/9 | 42 K | Teen and Up

Follow-up Shorts and Multi-chapters

Just Outside The Door (completed)

Setting: Days after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise: Peter did it. He found his mentor and brought him back, but sometimes it all just seemed too good to be true. Sometimes, his mind played tricks on him and he just couldn’t sleep, wondering if he had really brought Mr. Stark back or if it had all just been a desperate dream.

Tropes: nightmares, PTSD, protective Tony, Whumptober 2020: No. 23

Mood: fear, working through trauma, comfort

There was only silence in his room now unless you were to count the frantic beat of his heart and the deep shaky breaths he sucked in and blew back out. It hadn’t even been a nightmare this time, not truly. He hadn’t really fallen asleep in the first place. Exhaustion was tugging at the edges of his consciousness and that’s where his thoughts had started to spiral.

Mr. Stark was okay. Peter was… he was pretty sure of that. He had succeeded, had brought him back home and now he was okay. But there was a little voice in the back of his head that kept nagging, that kept telling him that maybe… maybe he was wrong. Maybe it had all been a delusional dream, too good to be true, Peter wishing something into reality that was unobtainable. He had seen his mentor die after all. He had died right in front of him, the memory etched into his memory, right there whenever he closed his eyes. Dimensions, time travel… was that really real?

Chapters 1/1 | 4.2 K | Teen and Up

Nothing Left To Lose (in progress)

Setting: 2 weeks after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

The reversal of the Snap added an additional 3.5 billion people back to Earth’s population. 3.5 billion more people to house somewhere, 3.5 billion mouths to be fed, 3.5 billion people who return to a world that was not expecting them to ever come back.

Tropes: food shortage, starvation, looting, blurred lines of good and evil; Whumptober 2020: No. 3

Mood: anger, desperation, conflicted who to help 

Tony groaned, rolling his stiff neck from one side to the other as the gate clicked shut behind Pepper. “Remind me again… Why did we agree to this?”

Pepper didn’t bother to send him a scolding look as she wrapped the security seal around the gate’s locking mechanism. “Because we’re good neighbors?”

“We are?” He smelled like damp fur. When did wet fur and barn animals become his life? “Since when exactly? Was there a house meeting? Did I miss it?”

“Mh… do you need a reminder of the process of negotiation?” She took a step towards him, one hand twisted in his shirt pulling him close against her, their lips almost close enough to touch. “You smell like wet alpaca.”

He pulled in an affronted gasp. The hand that was still holding his shirt pushed him away from her, her lips stretched wide in amusement. “Come on, Cesar. Maybe I’ll remind you after a hot shower.”

Chapters 1/2 | 3.4 K | Teen and Up

Unnamed WIP (unpublished)

Setting: 4 months after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

For months, Peter has been commuting between the city and the Stark’s remote cabin in the woods. But now that life in NYC has regained some normalcy, he really wants to show Morgan what the greatest city in the world has to offer.

Tropes: power outage, panic attack, PTSD; Whumptober 2020: No. 27

Nope. “Not going down that rabbit-hole, Parker,” he muttered to himself.

“What rabbit-hole?” Morgan was sitting opposite him, munching on the cookies Pepper had put out.

“Nevermind.” Peter scooped two tea spoons of sugar into his coffee, then added another one just to be safe.

“Mommy says coffee corrupts the soul.”

“Please, like you even know what ‘corrupt’ means….”

Morgan tilted her head to the side, just like her mom would do. “I know it’s not nice.”

Peter gave her a look. “Well, your dad says it’s the elixir of life.” And Mr. Stark would know. Peter gave his head one hard shake. Tony. Tony would know. One sip of the black brew and Peter’s teeth hurt. Definitely too much sugar. “Okay, remember what we talked about?”

Morgan sat up straight, her eyes wide. “Ask mommy first!”

“That’s right! Make sure you use those puppy eyes, too.” Morgan nodded along enthusiastically while he quickly nicked her glass of milk and poured a generous potion of it into his mug. “We wait till, you know, till Tony’s gone downstairs or something and then—”

“And then you’ll ask me what?”

Chapters -/2 | - K | Teen and Up

Christmas Eve - At Peace (completed)

Setting: 5 months after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

Just a couple of months after they defeated Thanos, Tony and Pepper throw a Christmas party. Instead of a partying kid, Tony finds his Spiderling outside in the snow at the grave he has been trying to ignore ever exists.

Tropes: anger and grief, blame and fear, no prompt

Mood: wholesome, family, frustration

Tony narrowed his eyes at him. "I mean it!" For good measure, he took a healthy gulp from the cup, positively burning his throat in the process. But it wasn't until Harley threw his hands in the air and turned his back in defeat - for now - that Tony allowed his face to cringe at the sting. Those little trouble makers were not helping with his heart condition. Speaking of trouble... "Where is Peter?"

Harley crossed his arms in front of himself, his mind clearly brooding on a new strategy. "No clue."

Tony's next sip of the hot wine was a lot smoother than the first. "What do you mean, no clue?"

"It generally means that the person doesn't have any information about the subject that you are—"

"Alright, short stuff..." Tony's eyes were searching the room but the little spider was nowhere to be seen. "A bit less of the asshole routine please?"

"Listen, if you want me to babysit, same rules apply as they do for Morgan." Brazen in his brattiness, the little shit ladled a good helping of mulled wine into a new cup. "I'll need a heads-up and generous compensation that I'm happy to re-negoti— Hey!"

Harley tried to hold on to the cup that Tony once again just plucked from his hands. "You've had enough of this!"

"That one is for Rhodey," the boy scowled.

Chapters 1/1 | 3.8 K | Teen and Up

The Winter Air (completed)

Setting: 6 months after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

Tony, Peter, and Morgan spent a winter day outside the Stark residence.

Tropes: accident, hurt Tony, hurt Peter, Whumptober 2020: No. 13

Mood: fun to fear, injury, accusations, blame

Well, it wasn’t that easy. Because things were apparently never just easy in the life of one Peter Parker. Turned out, there were still some assholes out there. Not the Thanos-kind. Not for now at least. The regular kind though and Peter for one saw absolutely no reason as to why anything should have changed in his responsibility to stop them from being assholes.

His aunt somehow disagreed more often than she didn’t. Annoyingly now though, she managed to drag Mr. Stark to her side a lot more than she used to, too.

Peter shook his head at himself. Tony. T-O-N-Y. It wasn’t that hard, was it? He still slipped up every so often. But as much as that bugged him, it was the others who bugged him even more. Colonel Rhodes and Hawkeye among them the most willing to tease Peter about it. Him, and Tony too, for his mentor never commented on it with more than a crooked smile. When it was just the two of them, that was often the only indication for Peter, that he had said it again.

It made the times when it really was just them so enjoyable. A new ease between them. They had never had this, this kind of bonding. Sure, they’d spent time together before everything had gone downhill on their little space adventure, in the lab or on a normal earth-bound mission. Not like this though, not like Peter staying over at the Stark residence for a few days at a time. Not like him sliding along-side Morgan on the ice on the lake, trying to catch Tony. Not like Morgan falling over and taking Tony right with her and the way Peter’s stomach hurt from laughing so hard when Mr. Stark’s sweet little Morguna drowsed him with two full hands of snow and he just hadn’t seen it coming.

Chapters 3/3 | 14 K | Teen and Up

Unnamed Multichapter WIP (unpublished)

Setting: picks up where The Winter Air ended, 6 months after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

First time all of the Avengers come together after the Snap was reversed. With Tony retired, Peter has to find his place in the team and learn to work with the other Avengers without Tony. Tensions are running high with the events of Civil War still largely unresolved and lingering resentments stemming from Peter’s multidimensional rescue mission to save Tony.

Tropes: Avengers mission, mistrust, growing as a team; Whumptober 2020: No.7

Tony’s eyes went wide. Was it possible that…

“Hey, FRI?”

“Good morning, boss. It’s 10:16 am on February 5th, 2024. The temperature outside is—”

“Yeah, just… can you stop for a moment?” He waved her off. “Send Dory out to the lake, would you. There’s some stuff still lying out there on the ice.”

“Right away, Sir.”

Tony watched as the little blue drone circled the lake, getting closer and closer to what he was sure were the Spiderling’s clothes still lying out there, where he had taken them off to—

“Hey, what are you doing out of bed!”

Despite himself, he twitched as Pepper made her way into the room. She had pushed the door open with her hip, balancing his breakfast on a large wooden tablet.

“Here, let me—” Tony stepped towards her, arms at the ready to take the tablet but she held it out of his reach.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get back in that bed!”

Chapters -/- | - K | Teen and Up

There... And Back Again (in progress)

Setting: about a year after Tony was brought back to life

Premise:  The Starks drive upstate to the old Mansion where Tony grew up. To Tony’s horror, the trip takes him and the kids a lot further down memory lane than anyone could have predicted.

Tropes: time travel, Howard Stark’s A++ parenting; Febuwhum2021 Day 12 - Who Are You

“Pete, seriously…” Tony looked up into the review mirror trying to catch his eye. “Can you not? I don’t want Morgan up all night, terrified of some dumb ghosts.”

“Come on, it’s just a story, Tony. Morgan knows I made it all up, right?” Peter winked at her, then wiggled his eyebrows in a way that seemed kind of familiar.

“Yeah, daddy.” But Morgan was full-on ignoring Tony, her eyes on Peter trying to imitate the wink and wiggly eyebrows he had just sent her way. “It’s just a story.”

He could do little more than groan as Peter continued to spin a tale of spirits and witches, ancient pacts and promises that had to be kept, ransoms that the spirits had vowed to retrieve.

“It was a night very much like tonight,” Peter continued, his voice low and full of dreadful foreboding, “that the witches broke that pact they had signed with the blood of the innocent…”

“Morgan’s gasp morphed into a giddy giggle while Tony could only rub a hand across his brow and mumbled, "Blood of the innocent, give me a fucking break…”

Chapters 1/3 | 4,4 K | Teen and Up

Are We Out Of The Woods Yet?, (completed)

Setting: 4 years after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

 Peter takes Morgan into the depths of a National Park so she can collect samples for a biology project.

Tropes: Peter & Morgan, protective Peter, hurt Morgan, hurt Peter, Whumptober 2020: No. 12

Mood: disappointment, mistakes, anger, angst, comfort

“There are so many reasons why online classes are better than going to school.”

Peter shook his head. “And there are plenty of reasons why learning in school with other students is preferable. How it helps retain the material better than—”

Morgan groaned without even looking at him, her nose in the air, eyes on the leafy trees above them. “You can learn the same things at home, only then you could have dinner at night with us instead of in your stinky room in Boston.”

“Hey,” he craned his neck to see where she went, then walked after her. “My room doesn’t stink.”

“It’s a boy’s room.” She said it like that alone was a valid argument, when it couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, the girl’s dorms he had been in—

He stopped himself. Not the time and place.

Chapters 2/2 | 8 K | Teen and Up