#ruby martinez imagines

[daydreamabout]

3:15 (Oscar Diaz Imagine)

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

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

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

[stargirlposts]

El Malo

Chapter 3

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

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

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

“Hey, when did you get back?”

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

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

“Fine, then I’ll ask myself”

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

“Hey, you crazy!”

I turned to Jamal and Ruby.

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

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

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

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

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

I turned to look at Oscar and crossed my arms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you Oscar”

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to talk.”

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

“Haven’t seen you with that guy”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oscar- please”

“I love you, Y/N”

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

[themuselesswriter]

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

“What do you want?”

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

“Why are you here Spooky?”

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

“I told you to stop following me around”

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

“Welcome home papi”

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

[amorediaz-writes]

This blog is for 18+ so minors DNI

𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗲

- Christina

- I’m 26

- ♉️

- I’m a fan of multiple fandoms

- I like to write NSFW content

- I’ve been writing since I was 14

𝖮𝗇 𝖬𝗒 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

𝐂𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐳

"𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾."

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫

"𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒!"

𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

"𝖭𝗈𝗐, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽. 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍."

𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐳

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌."

[fairyellieee]

Y'all, i know that I'm inactive as hell because I haven't posted anything for a few months now. I just haven't had any inspiration, like I have the thought I just can't seem to finish any of my stories but I would like to thank everyone for still reading my stories and checking up on me<3 I swear that as soon as I finish any of my drafts, I'll post it ASAP

[stedefxckingbonnet]

requests info/intro!

hi, everyone!

i thought i'd take a quick second to introduce myself and to also formally open up requests. i'm already working on a few things, but requests really do always help and feel free to submit them at any point--but, we'll get to all of that in a moment!

my name is lavinia, and i am a uni student studying both theatre (dramaturgy specifically) and creative writing! i love to sing, act, write (obviously haha), read (i am a huge fan of classic literature, as well as donna tartt, mona awad, sally rooney, elif bautman, and ottessa moshfegh's works), go to concerts, go to the movies, style/design clothing, paint, collect records/cds, and so much more! this barely scratches the surface really but, if any of you share these interests, always feel free to reach out!

anyhow, as i said, i will officially be opening requests, and at the moment here is the media and the characters i will write for:

Our Flag Means Death

Izzy Hands (my BELOVED)

Ed Teach

Stede Bonnet

Lucius Spriggs

Jim Jimenez

Oluwande

Mary Bonnet

(more available upon request! these were just sort of my first instincts.)

Gilmore Girls

honestly, i'm pretty open to anything unless it's dean. just request and i'll see what i can do!

Gossip Girl

Blair Waldorf

Serena Van der Woodsen

Dan Humphrey

Nate Archibald

Chuck Bass (like sometimes)

Rufus Humphrey

more available upon request.

The Fosters/The Good Trouble

Callie Adams Foster

Mariana Adams Foster

Brandon Foster

Jamie Hunter

Gael Martinez

Dennis Cooper

Malika Williams

more available upon request.

Select Wes Anderson and Tim Burton characters. just ask!

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Tewkesbury

Sherlock Holmes

Little Women (2019)

Jo March

Amy March

Beth March

Meg March

Laurie

Friedrich Bhaer

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anakin Skywalker

Padmé Amidala

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Kylo Ren

Finn

Poe Dameron

Ahsoka Tano

more available upon request!

Pride & Prejudice (2005)

Basically me just saying I'll write Mr. Darcy. but more characters available upon request, of course.

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff and Britta I'm a little iffy on but with the right request, maybe. don't hesitate to ask!

The OC

Seth Cohen

Ryan Atwood

Summer Roberts

Marissa Cooper

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus

Viktor

Ben

Five

Diego

Allison

Luther is like, not preferred for me but if you feel strongly about him and have a good request, i’ll consider it but don’t get your hopes up too high!

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Neal Cassidy

August Booth

Jefferson (The Mad Hatter)

Mulan

Ruby Lucas (Red Riding Hood)

Belle French

Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow White)

David Nolan (Prince Charming)

Peter Pan

Robin Hood

Any others, feel free to ask! I know I left Mr. Gold (Rumple) off, but that's only because it depends with each request. Also, please specify if you want it to take place in Storybrooke pre or post curse, or in The Enchanted Forest.

Merlin

Merlin

Arthur

Gwen

Morgana

Nimueh

Lancelot

any others, feel free to ask. i am just starting S2, keep that in mind.

The Holdovers

Angus Tully

Dead Poets Society

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Love Lies Bleeding

Lou Langston

Jackie Cleaver

i'll just start there for now, as honestly it's been a bit since i've written an x reader and i don't want to overwhelm myself much! but please, feel free to request at any time! I will update this frequently, as I am always either getting into new things or remembering things I already love. I am mostly dedicated to OFMD right now, but you may also leave requests for other fandoms and I will keep them on file, or who knows, perhaps even get to them sooner than you may imagine! Have a wonderful day (or night!), and don't forget to request!

yours truly,

lavinia

me filing through all of your requests (hopefully!)

[theweirdkidinside03]

Olivia Rodrigo’s Vampire stayed on top of Countdown Top 40 for the second week in a row

1. Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo

2. Cupid - FIFTY FIFTY

3. I Can See You (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault) - Taylor Swift

4. Angel Pt. 1 - NLE Choppa, Kodak Black, Jimin of BTS, JVKE & Muni Long

5. Waffle House - Jonas Brothers

6. Middle Ground - Maroon 5

7. Karma (feat. Ice Spice) - Taylor Swift

8. GENTO - SB19

9. The Show - Niall Horan

10. Crushed - Imagine Dragons

11. Traffic Accident - Dan & Mujin

12. End Of Time - Zara Larsson

13. Curtains - Ed Sheeran

14. Attention - Doja Cat

15. Satellite - Harry Styles

16. What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

17. Lilith - Halsey & SUGA

18. Dance The Night - Dua Lipa

19. Barbie World (With Aqua) - Nicki Minaj & Ice Spice

20. Angels Like You - Miley Cyrus

21. WHERE SHE GOES - Bad Bunny

22. Favorite Song - Toosii

23. this is what losing someone feels like - JVKE

24. Princess Diana - Ice Spice & Nicki Minaj

25. Double Fantasy (feat. Future) - The Weeknd

26. Rush - Troye Sivan

27. Jaded - Miley Cyrus

28. Chemical - Post Malone

29. Never Ending Song - Conan Gray

30. OK - Jeremy Zucker

31. Alone - Kim Petras & Nicki Minaj

32. They Don’t Love It - Jack Harlow

33. THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS (feat. Dan + Shay) - Charlie Puth

34. Like Crazy - Jimin

35. Red Ruby Da Sleeze - Nicki Minaj

36. Fall In Love Alone - Stacey Ryan

37. Home To Another One - Madison Beer

38. VOID - Melanie Martinez

39. Cheetah - Jackson Wang

40. SWINE - Demi Lovato

[michelleelizabethtanner]

Can someone please explain to me why Rio’s last name isn’t Manolo?

Because it REALLY seems like his last name is Manolo.

Like, sure, it could have been some alias he gave Boomer. But that whole professional relationship isn’t very clear and Boomer appears to know him a lot better here than he did in season 1. He knows he’s a “solid guy,” meaning he expects Rio’s word to be historically good, presumably from previous interactions. They evidently made some sort of deal and Rio wanted him out rather than having him taken care of on the inside, which would have been much quicker and easier. This all implies that Boomer gained knowledge of Rio’s real name and him using the name Manolo may be reliable information.

And would Rio really hide his last name? I would imagine he’s known to law enforcement and to his fellow “coworkers” by his actual last name. Beth and Ruby don’t seem too surprised by the use of the name Manolo. They’re more skeptical about the “solid guy” assertion.

If you compare this to the way Beth reacted when she found out his first name is Christopher, there’s a marked difference to her demeanor.

Visible surprise here. She was expecting the name Rio (not Brian,) but the neighbor said Christopher. And then confirmed the apartment number so Beth knew it was him.

I also want to point out that if you google the name Manolo…

…the first result is this random Wikipedia page that says a sculptor named Manolo’s real name was Manuel Martinez. Coincidence? Probably. 😂 This probably just discredited my entire argument and made me seem insane. 🤪😜

Anyway, thank you for coming to my wild conspiracy theory weekend. What do you all think? Manolo – real last name, or alias?

[isadorajaneschaos]

10 Ships + Lyrics That Make Me Think Of Them

(feel free to ask me why in the comments, I'm happy to try and explain)

1. Trent Fernandez-Mercer / Kira Ford / Ethan James / Conner McKnight (Power Rangers Dino Thunder)

I used to float, now I just fall down I used to know but I'm not sure now What I was made for What was I made for? "What Was I Made For?" Billie Eilish

2. Katie Gardner / Drew Tanaka (Riordanverse)

Look at you, strawberry blond Fields rollin' on I love it when you call my name Can you hear the bumblebees swarm? Watching your arm I love it when you look my way "Strawberry Blond" Mitski

3. Lorna Dane / Marcos Diaz (The Gifted)

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen I searched aurora borealis green I've never seen someone lit from within Blurring out my periphery My smile is like I won a contest And to hide that would be so dishonest And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it 'Til you do, 'til it's true "Snow On The Beach" Taylor Swift

4. Jayden Shiba / Antonio Garcia (Power Rangers Samurai)

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me And I could see you up against the wall with me And what would you do, baby, if you only knew? Oh, oh, oh That I could see you throw your jacket on the floor I could see you make me want you even more What would you do, baby, if you only knew? That I can see you "I Can See You" Taylor Swift

5. Mary Bromfield / Kara Zor-El (DC Universe / Young Justice)

You go down just like Holy Mary Mary on a, Mary on a cross Your beauty never ever scared me Mary on a, Mary on a cross “Mary On A Cross” Ghost

6. Lucy / David Martinez / Rebecca (Cyberpunk: Edgerunners) 

And I'll go Sit on the floor wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss I never thought we'd have a last kiss I never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips “Last Kiss” Taylor Swift

7. Isuke Inukai / Haruki Sagae (Riddle Story Of Devil) 

Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans I know I should stop, but I can't And I told my friends I was asleep But I never said where, in his sheets And I pull up to your place, on the second floor And you're standin', smiling at the door And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men But I really can't remember when “Bad Idea Right?” Olivia Rodrigo

8. Silena Beauregard / Charles Beckendorf / Clarisse La Rue / Chris Rodriguez (Riordanverse)

We're gonna be timeless, timeless You still would've been mine We would've been “Timeless” Taylor Swift

9. John Proudstar / Clarice Fong / Sonya Simonson (The Gifted)

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbin' with your head in your hands Ain't that the way shit always ends? You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us I feel you no matter what The rubies that I gave up “Maroon” Taylor Swift

10. Mike / Kevin (Power Rangers Samurai)

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name So in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you “The Way I Loved You” Taylor Swift

[faeriefrolic]

15 questions for mutuals + song url tag

thank you for tagging me @hazely-sims @sim-songs @happy-lemon @moveobjects !!! this is so late cause i haven't checked simblr in a while oops !

are you named after anyone? not that i know of

when was the last time you cried? i was listening to if i could ride a bike -chevy and got teary eyed at the end yesterday

do you have kids? nope

do you use sarcasm a lot? sometimes? but it can be hard to tell social cues online at times

what sports do you play/have you played? i used to be really into sports when i was younger! i played soccer up until high school, and used to be in a bowling league

what’s the first thing you notice about other people? hair and clothes usually, it's always interesting seeing the fashion of others

scary movies or happy endings? i love scary movies but i am also a weenie about them (i can't handle gore)

any special talents? i have a really good long term memory. i can recite that opening letter from forgotten city (skyrim mod) because of how many times the courier has delivered it to me. is that a talent? RICHES BEYOND IMAGINING

where were you born? new jersey

what are your hobbies? sims 3, skyrim, pokemon, watching cooking shows, reading, modding games, and writing

do you have any pets? i have two very good mews (cookie and pixel) and a little woof (mocha)

wow tall are you? 5′4

fav subject in school? english and history. despised math.

dream job? working in a cat cafe would be a dream

eye colour? green! -----------------------------------------------------------------------

rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and then tag that many people

faerie soirée - melanie martinez apocalypse - cigarettes after sex ends of the earth - lord huron ruby sparks - monet ngo in love with a ghost - flowers exile - taylor swift ft. bon iver forgotten, fossilized, archaic - autumn's grey solace ready, able - grizzly bear orange trees - marina like real people do - hozier i like the devil - purity ring coffee - beabadoobee i tag whoever wants to do this 💕

[darkcarnivalcomic]

ooh does ringmaster have a host? or is that all just her? if she does have a host, can you imagine...

she does have a vessel! her name is Ruby Martinez

[page150]

Not A Friend - (Sister to Oscar "Spooky" and César Díaz)

Request: "i was wondering if u could do a fic where oscar and cesar have a teen sister and she’s sexually assaulted and tells oscar??"

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3181

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Guns, Cursing

A/N: I usually don't do a author's note before the imagine, but this is a sensitive topic so if this might be triggering please click away.

Y/N - Your Name f/c - favorite color

Y/N sat quietly in her room, reading a book, illuminated by a white lamp sitting on her dresser.

Outside her brother, Oscar laughed with some men and her other brother, César had left a while ago on another adventure with his friends, leaving Y/N by herself in her room. Placing the book down, she moved the curtains away from her window. She looked at the gathering of Santos socializing in the backyard. Red solo cups in hand, dancing and eating. She remembered how Oscar had let her help decorate the backyard for the party only to be later excluded from it. Looking at him laughing with a with his arm around someone she betted that he had forgotten that she was inside.

She had gotten used to being forgotten and treated differently by people. Ever since she was born her brothers didn’t know what to do with her. Oscar had never expected to have to raise a brother by himself and especially not a sister. Even though she was only a year younger than César, Oscar's idea of keeping her safe was keeping her hidden.

She was only allowed to go straight to school then straight home, never alone either. If César or Monse weren’t going to a place neither was Y/N and that’s how it always was. She was especially not allowed to hang out with any of Oscar's friends, making life extremely lonely.

Glancing at a photo that was taped next to the window, she smiled at herself situated between Jasmine and Monse with Jamal, Ruby and César in the back. César’s friends were nice, but they were his friends not hers. He was the one invited to all their parties. He was the one they had tried to save, not her.

This left school to be the only place Y/N could socialize, but no one wanted to be friends with a girl from a gang. She was labeled dangerous before anything else, leaving her by herself. Always forgotten, and always alone.

That night she went to sleep feeling sorry for herself and woke up the same way. It continued the next few days until one day when while sitting in her algebra class, a new student was introduced. He was placed next to her and, ignoring the strange looks the class gave to him, he introduced himself.

“I’m Luke. Can I sit here?”

Y/N looked up at the blond haired boy. Her table partner had moved schools a few months ago and no one bothered to sit with her since. He looked nice, he had a nice smile and it made her want to lower her guard slightly, “Yeah, you can sit here.”

Luke sat next to her and immediately tried to start a conversation. He talked about how he moved from Florida. She noticed, as they talked more, how similar they were. They both had interesting families. He had two brothers, she had two brothers and they both lived near each other.

Y/N found herself laughing more than usual at his jokes. This led to the teacher having to stop class multiple times to scold them. Y/N never had a connection to someone like this, especially not on the first day. At lunch Luke went to sit with with her and -

“Who’s this?” César asked, suddenly sitting down at the lunch table next to his sister and wrapping an arm around her. Jamal, Ruby, and Monse also sat down. The table that previously consisted of two people quickly turned to six. Other kids nearby, eyed the two “dangerous” siblings sitting together.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the unexpected attention that was now forming. “This is Luke, he’s new.”

“Lukeee,” César trailed, “I’m Y/N’s older brother-”

“By a few months,” Y/N butted in.

“Whatever, I’m César, these are my friends Jamal, Ruby and my girl Monse.”

Monse laughed, “I’m not your girl.”

“Not yet,” César winked.

Y/N sighed and threw César’s arm off her. She turned to Elliot and apologized.

“Sorry for them.”

“No they’re cool,” Luke grinned. “Any friend of mine is my friend as well.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “We’re friends now? It’s only been a day.”

“Of course, you’re cool.”

With the compliment Y/N cheeks turned red. As childish as it was, having an established friendship with someone made her feel nice.

“This must be how César and Oscar feel all the time.” She thought.

“I don’t know if Oscar will like you having a friend that is a boy.” Ruby remarked. “No offense, Luke.”

“None taken.”

“Oscar doesn’t like anyone anyways.” Monse muttered, taking a bite into her sandwich.

“Don’t worry” Luke smiled, “I’m one of the good guys.”

“That’s what they all say,” Jamal said suspiciously. He leaned in close to Luke’s face and gave him some crazy faces.

“Okay, great talk guys,” Y/N said sarcastically, “I would love to chat with you more but lunch is about to end and I have to show Luke where his next class is. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah I have to go, but it was nice meeting you guys.” Luke stated, before he was dragged away by Y/N.

The next few weeks Y/N spent all her time with Luke. He sat next to her in the classes they shared, they talked at lunch and while walking home after school. They even stayed up at night so they could talk on the phone. She found herself smiling every time he talked to her. Every time he offered to carry her books. He was just so nice.

One Friday afternoon, Luke came running up to Y/N, putting her items in her backpack after her last class. He put his hands around her eyes, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Guess who?”

“Mrs. Kurt, I told you we can't see each other here.” Y/N whispered.

Luke removed his hands and his face went white. Y/N turned around and started crying with laughter. She had to sit down, her face turning bright red as she continued to laugh, gasping for air.

“I don’t even want to think about you dating my mom.” He trembled, before returning to his cheerful self. “Stop laughing, I have important news. There’s a party tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.”

Y/N stopped laughing and thought about it before responding. “I don’t know. I don’t think Oscar would want me to. You know how he is about stuff like that.”

Luke smiled and picked her backpack off the floor. He then put out his hand and helped Y/N to her feet.

“Which is why César and his friends already said they are coming too. Oscar doesn’t have to know you're going as my date.”

“Your date?”

“If you want to be. I want you to be my date.”

Y/N smiled, a pink blush covering her cheeks. “I can be your date.”

“Great,” He took her hand and began to lead her out of the classroom. “It’s going to be amazing, don't worry.”

That night Y/N drank water out of a red solo cup, while sitting on the couch of a kid she had never met before. This time she was the one laughing and partying. Colors flashed around the room as more and more kids came into the house. The air was foggy with smoke and smelt like a mash of perfumes and colognes. Y/N nodded her head to the music enjoying the energy in the room.

To her surprise Luke pulled her up to dance with him. She giggled feeling his hands go around her waist. She put her arms around his neck just like she saw in the movies. Rap was blasting out of speakers placed on the ground. Somewhere someone joked about getting a noise compliment to which the crowd began shouting the rap lyrics louder. Taunting the idea, almost hoping for it so the party could gain extra excitement. Y/N shouted along with them in bliss. Ignoring the past fear she had felt once she noticed César had left. Ignoring the looks she had gotten when she first walked in the party. Ignoring how Luke had moved his hands past the dip in her back...

When she felt his hands squeeze her butt she whispered for him to stop which he did, but she still felt weird. A sinking feeling sat in her gut that this was a mistake. Suddenly the small action made the party feel like too much now. She could smell the stink of alcohol on Luke’s breath and weirdly on herself as well. How did she get drunk?

Y/N moved from Luke to where she had placed her cup. Now she could see scribbled on with a black sharpie, someone else’s name. She must have grabbed the wrong cup sometime during the party. Swaying slightly, she moved back toward Luke.

“I need to go home,” She hiccuped. “I drank someone's drink.”

In the darkness she didn’t see Luke’s small smile. “Wow, I’m sorry. Let’s get you home.”

The two exited the party and began to walk home. Y/N felt more tipsy as she walked, eventually having to lean on the blond boy. She didn’t feel really drunk, she could still tell what was happening, it was just her body felt a little out of balance. Luke seemed the same way, but before they reached Y/N house he grabbed her hips. The sudden movement left her in shock.

“You looked really nice tonight, babe.” He said, pulling her into a kiss as he ran his hands on her back, slowly moving lower onto her butt, then up to her breasts.

Immediately Y/N pushed Luke off of her, moving to wrap her arms around herself. “What the hell? I’m a Santo, pull that shit again and it's over” She yelled, backing away from Luke.

“Like you would, I’m the only one who cares enough to pay attention to you. Do you really think anyone else wants to be around you? I’ll do whatever I want. You would be an idiot to lose me.” He fumed.

Y/N froze. Luke had never acted like that before. He couldn’t truly mean what he was saying. She ran into her house and locked the door behind her. She waited a few minutes to check that he had left, which he did.

After her shower she convinced herself that Luke must have been really drunk. That’s why he acted that way, but on Monday he proved that that was not the case.

At the beginning of algebra it started off okay. Luke kept his eyes on the board and focused on his work. It was okay up to the point where he started rubbing on Y/N's leg. She told him to stop but he ignored her. First rubbing small circles on her knee. Then moving up to her thigh moving closer and closer upwards. No matter how many times she moved his hand he kept putting it back. Eventually she had to stay quiet out of fear of distracting the class, but he kept going. She begged silently for it to stop. Suddenly feeling powerless as he continued to do as he pleased for more days.

At lunch even though Luke continued to joke with César she started to go silent. It was a constant internal battle. If she pushed Luke away more, it would cause her to lose her only friend. If she didn’t she would continue to feel uncomfortable. She told herself it would stop eventually, that things would go back to normal, but they didn’t.

As more days went by Luke tried to do more things. The more he tried to do the quieter Y/N got. But luckily César began to notice. He noticed that Y/N wanted him to sit between her and Luke more. How she stopped laughing at his jokes and how Luke changed his tone when talking to her. It wasn’t always playful like it used to be.

Even though César wasn’t really close to his sister he acknowledged that they had to look out for each other. Y/N had been the one to get Oscar to let him back in the house many times. She looked out for him, and he had to look out for her.

Which is why when César and Monse accidentally walked in on Luke kissing her in an empty classroom while she tried to push him off, he freaked out.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He shouted, pulling Luke off of her and close to his face by the collar of his shirt. “I'm Lil’ Spooky I’ll have your face in the dirt if you do that shit again.”

“César, stop what are you doing here. You’re going to hurt him.” Y/N yelled. Monse gently pulled her away from Luke, but she pushed Monse back.

César punched Luke in the eye and he fell down, crumbling into a fetal position. César continued to kick him in the stomach until Y/N pulled him away.

“You’re hurting him! You can’t do this here! César stop please!”

César turned and grabbed Y/N's arm. He led her out of the classroom and out of the school with Monse trailing after them. Y/N’s items in hand.

“I can’t believe he was on you like that. Shit, Y/N. Wait, don't cry, don’t cry, it's okay.”

Y/N hadn’t realized she was crying until he said that. Tears were falling rapidly down her cheeks. She choked back sobs, trying to keep herself somewhat together.

She was thankful for César stopping it, but afraid for what would happen next. Once they reached their house César guided her up the stairs and inside where Oscar was smoking a cigarette at the dinner table. Hearing the door burst open and crying he instantly got up. He reached for his gun, but seeing that it was his siblings he stopped.

“Shit, what the hell happened César. Why is she crying?”

“Tell him,” César said softly. Monse ran in and went to Y/N’s side pulling her into a hug.

“Tell me what. Why are you crying?”

“He 's not mad at you hermana. Él va a ayudar.”

Y/N sniffled and buried herself into Monse’s shoulder. Trying to hide her embarrassment she whispered, “My friend at school was touching me in a weird way, Oscar. He wouldn’t stop. I told him to stop, though. I did. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

“We’re not mad at you and he’s not a friend anymore, Y/N. That should’ve never happened to you.” Monse murmured.

The room went silent. Monse still slowly rubbed Y/N’s back and César stood tense. Oscar looked from César to Y/N.

“César, do you think he left school yet?”

“Uh yeah, school ended right after I pulled her out.”

“Come on,” Oscar grabbed his gun and began to walk out the door, César following after. Y/N ran after Oscar begging for him to stop.

“Don’t Oscar, don’t hurt hm. He’s my only friend. He’s a kid, it was just a mistake.”

“No no!” He shouted. Oscar turned and placed his hands on Y/N’s shoulder’s. Looking into her teary eyes.

“It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault hermana. My job is to keep you safe. I've failed at a lot of things, but I refuse to fail at that again. Get in the house and rest. He just needs to be taught a lesson. Stay with Monse. Te amo como una hija bebé espeluznante.”

He left with César, leaving Y/N on the lawn. Monse guided her back into the house. She remembered what her dad did whenever she was going through a lot. She treated Y/N the same way. Reassuring her that it will be okay. That it wasn’t her fault.

César and Oscar didn’t come back until later that night.

“We got you this,” Oscar muttered, walking into the house and tossing a stuffed bear to Y/N. “We saw the idea online.” It was a f/c bear with a heart on it that said ‘Te Quiero’ with little messages César and Oscar wrote on the back. There weren't a lot, but the few ones there were were heartfelt.

“Thank you, I love it” Y/N smiled, holding the bear close. Her eyes were still slightly red from crying.

“And pizza,” César quietly cheered. On his face was a bandage, but he moved his face so Y/N couldn’t see it. “Monse do you want to spend the night?”

Monse looked at Y/N, “Yeah I already have clothes here so I’ll stay,”

She picked up a slice of pizza. “Soo, what did you guys do?”

“We took care of it,” Oscar said, sitting on the couch next to Y/N. “He won’t mess with you again. If I didn’t have a reputation I would’ve reported it.” He lowered his voice. “You can always go to us Y/N, we’re going to protect you. If that cabrón messes with you again I’m coming for him. ”

“I know,” Y/N mumbled. “I just wanted a friend, how dumb is that.”

“You can always hang out with us,” Monse added, “We’re your friends. We love having you around.”

Y/N sighed, “I mean my own friend. I love you guys too, but it gets so lonely. No one at school wants to be near me. Soy un marginado.”

The room went silent again. Before Monse spoke up, “You know you’re really smart Y/N. There’s a school in BrentWood that might offer you a scholarship to go there. I know you could pass the entrance exam. ”

“I could get a job for the tuition,” César added, rising from his seat at the dinner table. “Oscar what do you think? You’ve been making more money lately. It would keep her safe. She is really smart.”

Oscar looked at the ceiling, a good sign that he was thinking about the idea. Y/N kept her mouth shut, trying not to get too excited.

“How would she get there?”

“It’s a long bus ride,” Monse remarked, “But it’s safe. Only a bunch of rich kids. Most of them will be nice to you, Y/N. You’re smart, you’re funny, and you’re strong. Not a lot of them are like that there. No one will know who you're related to. I can get my mom to help get you in.”

César, Monse, and Y/N looked at Oscar. He took a deep breath and released it. Pulling a cigarette out his pocket, he lit it. Breathing deep he puffed out the smoke.

“I failed you today as a hermano, if I can keep you safe I will. I’ll work on getting you there.”

Y/N smiled and hugged Oscar, feeling César join as well.

“Thank you Oscar. Thank you Cesar. Thank you Monse. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah” Oscar grinned. “Get off me I’m going to bed. I think I’ll go to the beach tomorrow. Want to come?”

“Yes!”

Author's Note: My DMs are always open to anyone who needs it. I am also on twitter to anyone who wants to talk @/thepage150. Requests are open. You are important. You are valued. You are loved. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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Daydreams and Tickles ~ Ruby Martinez

Summary: You get distracted while Ruby rambles. 

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: Ruby Martinez x Fem!Latina!Reader

Warnings: Tickling, Kissing, Suggestive dialogue (Innuendos, dirty jokes, etc) If we missed something let us know!

A/N: Hiya, it’s been a while, we are going to try to post at least a monthly one shot, but won’t make any promises. Hope you all that read this enjoy this!

You were awoken by the sound of notifications going off loudly. You stirred around on your bed, trying to ignore the cacophony of dings your phone kept emitting. Groggily, you made a mental note to silence your phone from now on. When you could finally look at the screen without it blinding you, you scrolled through the seemingly endless string of texts Ruby had sent to the group chat, “The Gnomies”. Yes, Jamal came up with it. Yes, everyone tried to change it, but he just kept changing it back so they gave up. You groaned as you read the messages. ‘Be here at one on the dot,’ the last message read, ‘mandatory meeting’. That was less than half an hour from now. Lazily getting out of bed, you started getting ready. After brushing your teeth and making your hair look somewhat presentable, you threw together an outfit that resembled a picture you had seen on Pinterest after looking up ‘grunge aesthetic’. You liked trying out different styles constantly, feeling like every single one of them suited you, but none of them could get you to commit to them for more than a month. Satisfied with the way you looked, you left your room, grabbed your keys and skateboard, and started to skate your way to Ruby’s house. Midway, though, you decided to take a detour and get some food—junk food, to be precise—knowing that you would not be able to handle a hyperactive Ruben on an empty stomach.

You left the joint with two bags full of food, hoping bribery would get you out of being lectured by Ruby about punctuality. You balanced the bags on both hands like a scale as you focused on not falling from your board on the way there. Making the last turn to Ruby’s house, you miscalculated the speed you were going at and had to hop off the board, letting it crash against the curb. Though you fell on your ass, you made sure to hold the food up keeping it safe and sound. Holding both bags in one hand, you retrieved your skateboard and walked up to the door, but it flung open before you could even think about knocking. Ruby stood on the other side with a scowl. You smiled sheepishly, extending one of the bags to him. 

“You’re very late! Did you get me fries with that? Also where are the others?!" Ruby said all in one breath.

"First of all, I know I'm late, but I'm sorry to inform you that you are not more important than food.” Ruby scowled and was about to protest, but you kept speaking before he could utter a word. “Secondly, yes, I did get you fries, you impatient goblin. I mean, what do you take me for? A monster?” You pretended to be offended, but Ruby simply looked annoyed by the dramatic display. “Just know that when I win my first Oscar I will not be thanking you, Ruben.”

“Yeah, yeah if you say so—also don’t call me that. Can you get to the most important question now?”

“Damn, someone hasn’t had their daily handy.” You laughed in astonishment, amused by how much irritation Ruby had in him.

“Seriously, Y/N, this is serious!” His voice raised an octave, causing it to crack, and you had to bite back a laugh.

“A la jaula, bestia, a la jaula,” you began, laughter causing your words to come out like wheezes. Ruby spared you one death stare, and you somehow found your composure. “Look, I have no idea where everyone else is. I, honestly, thought everyone was already here and that you were waiting on me.”

“So, you thought they were here and didn’t think to bring them food?” Ruby questioned.

“Do I look like I have enough money to feed todos esos trogloditas? I brought you food with hopes of getting out of the ‘Punctuality Lecture’, but seeing as they aren’t here, guess that spares me.” You dropped the skate on the entryway, pushing past Ruby to sit on the couch.

“And here I was beginning to think you favored me from the rest.” Ruby sighed with disappointment before raising his voice dramatically. “When in reality, it was just BRIBERY!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking once more as he fake sobbed while clutching the food. You clapped as you opened your food, ready to dig in.

“Damn, man, I better watch out, otherwise you’re probably going to win that Oscar before me,” you said as you began stuffing your face.

“Are you calling me dramatic?” He placed his free hand over his heart.

“Oh, without a shadow of a doubt, now sit down and eat.” With your fork, you pointed at him then towards the couch. Instead of sitting, he started pacing around the coffee table, and you watched him as you munched on your sandwich and fries. He stopped for a second to place his bag of food down, yet he didn’t sit down to eat it. He kept going around the small table at a pace too quick for your eyes to keep up without feeling dizzy. “Wow, man, slow down. Me mareas con tus vueltitas.” He only huffed. “Ruben, seriously, I did not buy that for you to let it go to waste. At least breathe and stress eat.” He whipped around at the mention of his full name.

“I thought I told you not to call me that,” he reminded you exasperatedly. “Anyway, I can’t eat right now. I have many thoughts whirring in my brain, and it’s making me sick. Do you know why I called you guys here? Well, if you’re here, you must have read the messages—” Ruby was rambling on and didn’t even stop in between sentences to take a breath so you cut him off. 

“RUBEN!” He ceased all movement so abruptly that a skid mark could’ve possibly been seen in the spot where he stopped. “Could you get to the point,, please? You’re making my head hurt.” You completely ignored his previous statement and pressed the tips of your fingers to your temples. Rolling his eyes at you he sat on the other end of the couch and took his food out. After a few angry munches, he turned to face you, the grease of the food that was plastered on his mouth drawing your attention to his lips. 

“Alright, since the others aren’t here yet, I’ll just start telling you my new ideas for income.” He stopped eating and started chattering and chattering and chattering… 

You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, he stood up and began pacing around the living room again. You stopped listening about half an hour into his ramble, zoning out and staring blankly at him. Your mind got the best of you, and you started to remember why you liked Ruby. What brought this on? You didn’t know. Maybe it was how much passion he put into his pointless arguments, or maybe even that you found it totally adorable that he was practically unable to lie because he would start sweating like a pig on a stick. Maybe it was the way he smiled at you, the tendency he had to correct everything you said matter-of-factly, or maybe it was his dangerously absurd perfectionism. It could be one of his many qualities, good or bad, you didn’t care. Your eyes trailed to his lips once more. They were so full and pink it was hard not to stare—slightly chapped too, but that wasn’t a problem to you. You imagined running your thumb over them, pulling them close to yours and then just crashing them together. Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought of you and Ruby making out. It wasn’t an uncommon thought of yours, seeing as you’ve been dreaming about it happening almost every night since you discovered what hormones could do. 

There was always Cesar, you thought. He was the “face” of the group after all, but that got to his brain sometimes. Nothing more dangerous than a cholo who’s aware of his good looks. You grimaced slightly. Cesar’s ego was one of the many reasons why you never developed an emotional nor carnal liking to the boy. You’d rather leave him to Monse, plus you wouldn’t dream of getting caught in the middle of their toxic and manipulative games. But that’s beside the point. You were abruptly brought back to reality by Ruby waving his hands in front of your face, occasionally snapping his fingers. Shaking your head to shake out the thoughts, you noticed Ruby was now standing on top of the coffee table, being careful not to step on either of your foods.

“PAY ATTENTION TO ME, (Y/N)!” Ruby whined. You held back a chuckle at how funny he looked. His small body barely added to the coffee table’s weight. Deciding to play it cool, you shrugged nonchalantly.

“What’s your fuzz? I am listening to you. Have been for the past hour and a half.” 

Ruby squinted his eyes at you. “No, you weren’t. I know that face. You were very deep in your thoughts. What’s going on in that pretty, little head of yours?” You freaked internally. 

He’s onto us, you told yourself. “Yes, I am onto you, (Y/N), that’s why I asked. Keep up.” He looked at you like you were stupid. Wait how did he—Can he read my mind?  Blink twice if you can read my mind. Ruby blinked twice, and you felt like a rock dropped in your stomach.

“Oh shit,” you whispered under your breath.

“Before you throw up on my couch, I’ll have you know I can’t read your mind. You were just speaking out loud.” You threw yourself backwards unto the couch, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. After making a mental note to slam your head against the nearest wall later, you decided you were not going to make a further fool of yourself. 

“I wasn’t not paying attention; I was just—”

“I am the king of bad excuses, babe, so spare me your lies.” You blushed at the nickname and prayed he wouldn’t notice. “Now since there is obviously something more important on your mind, speak,” he demanded. 

You weighed your options. You could either try to lie and hope he’d let you off the hook, which was not likely, or you could tell him the truth and risk your friendship being awkward from now on if he didn’t feel the same way—and with your luck he most likely didn’t. A few more silent seconds passed before Ruby spoke once more, “Don’t make me take drastic measures on you, (Y/N). I will have no mercy.” He eyed you with determination. You scoffed in disbelief.

“What could you possibly do to torture me, Ruben?” You mocked him, stretching out his name. Ruby smirked.

“Oh, you’ve done it now.” He jumped from the coffee table, landing on top of you and successfully pinning you to the sofa. You giggled and tried to get away from his grip, but it was surprisingly strong. Ruby chuckled at your failed attempts to break free. “Now, you’re going to tell me what I want to know, or else,” he brought his lips close to your ears, “you’ll pay for it with your melodious laughter.” Your eyes widened in realization as his words sank in.

“No, not the tickles,” you begged him playfully. He nodded while mischievously smirking. 

“One last chance, are you gonna talk?” You shook your head.

“In your dreams,” you defied. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” In seconds, his hands went to your sides and laughter erupted from your throat in loud cackles.

“Stop, Ruby—Stop!” you tried to articulate between laughs. He shook his head no.

“Not until I get what I want.” He said between laughs as well, since in retaliation, you had managed to start tickling him as well. The sound of his own laughter mixed with yours was like music to your ears.

“N—Never!” You still mutinied. His fingers only increased their pace and not in ways you’d like. Your stomach was starting to hurt and you were running out of breath, leaving you with just one option. Well, it was now or never. 

“I WAS THINKING ABOUT KISSING YOU,” you blurted; his movements ceased, “I have been since we were in middle school.” You closed your eyes, concentrating on catching your breath. Ruby released you and got off of you, running his hands through his hair in deep thought. You sat up and covered your face with your hands. “This is going to be so awkward now,” you muttered through your hands but it came out like an incoherent jumble of sounds. You moved your hands to sneak a peek at Ruby. Your muffled words didn’t even faze him.

“Ruby?” You looked over at him. His eyes met yours, and he struggled to bite back a laugh. Great, you thought, he thinks I’m a joke now. 

“About time.” He grumbled and sighed.

“What?” You were very confused. What could he possibly mean by that?

 “I said ‘about damn time,’ (Y/N).” His suppressed laughs turned to a shy grin. Still confused as ever, you tried your best to gather your thoughts and form a coherent sentence.

“Wait, YOU KNEW?” You felt sick to your stomach now. All this time, you thought you had been successful at keeping your feelings hidden and sealed away, but now it turns out even he knew.

“Well, yeah, I’ve known for a couple of months now.” He shrugged it off as if it were obvious. 

“Months?!” This was unbelievable. You abruptly stood up and faced him, hands on your hips. “So, you’ve known for months and you didn’t think for one second to tell me? At least, have the decency to confront me, damn it.” You found yourself feeling dumbfounded, feeling toyed with. Ruby reached out to you, holding on to your forearm and pulling you back to sit on the couch. You let him.

“Cesar and Jamal implied it once during one of our guy’s nights, and ever since then, I kind of started paying more attention. Ergo, leading me to the conclusion that you liked me,” he explained. “If it makes you feel any better, the clues to your feelings were very subtle so, I would have probably never noticed if it hadn’t been brought up.” Ruby was trying his best to cheer you up, but you still felt extremely embarrassed by the fact that your secret crush wasn’t so secret. 

“Why would they even bring that up, in the first place?” you questioned, annoyed.

“Well, I may or may not have made a comment about how I thought I was starting to develop feelings for you and the guys just jumped on that and told me that you liked me too,” Ruby admitted shyly, rubbing his neck awkwardly. 

“So, if you like me back, then why didn’t you say anything or make a move when you figured out I actually felt the same way?” You felt bad for interrogating him like that, but you were in dire need of answers.

“I just didn’t know how to bring it up, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have known how to say I liked you back without, probably, choking on my own saliva.” He chuckled lowly, afraid that if he laughed too loud, he’d set you off again. “You know I’ve never been good with the ladies, (Y/N).” You grimaced at the memory of all of Ruby’s failed love attempts. 

“Well, you already knew I liked you—it was a matter of saying three words, eight letters,, and I would’ve been yours months ago.” You pushed his shoulder playfully, the anxiety and embarrassment you had felt washing of and making room for the still-settling realization of having confessed your feelings. Ruby leaned back into you, your legs brushing, causing you to take notice of your proximity. Your hands fell upon each other’s, and you looked up to meet his eyes. You started leaning in, maintaining eye contact as you got closer.

“Ruby,” you started, but he shook his head. 

“Don’t think, act,” he said as he grabbed the back of your neck, crashing your lips together. All your late night fantasies crashed at once, the real thing surpassing each and every one of them. Kissing Ruby felt like a kaleidoscope of butterflies got loose in your stomach—it felt like your heart alone was running a marathon. Kissing Ruby was soft and messy, your lack of experience shining through-. Ruby kept pressing himself to you, making sure there was absolutely no space between you. You had to resort to lying down, pulling Ruby on top of you, not once breaking the kiss. Due to the new position, one of his hands made its way to rest on your waist and the other cupped your cheek. Your hands around his neck were pulling him impossibly closer, and in that moment, your body felt like it was exploding with fireworks, warm all over. You didn’t break away until you needed to  breathe, a goofy smile plastering itself on your face. Ruby held the same expression as you as he looked down at you. As you started leaning in for another kiss, the door burst open. You pushed Ruby off of you, causing Ruby to fall on the ground with a thud. 

“Uh, what’s going on here?” Jamal asked.

“Told you guys it would work.” Cesar had the biggest, cockiest smirk on his face. You and Ruby shared a confused look and stared back at the very late rest of the crew.

“Yep, just like you said. A couple of hours alone, and they were all over each other.” Monse said, trying her best to refrain from laughing.

“I think our little man, Ruby, just popped his cherry.” Cesar wiggled his eyebrows. Monse’s eyes widened and she broke down laughing. 

Irritated enough, you finally spoke up, “Slow your roll, Little Spooky, we’re not like you and Monse.” You shot at him defensively, and Monse choked on her laughter. “No offense,” you added, not wanting to stir up any drama.

“None taken,” Cesar assured. Ruby got off the ground and reclaimed his seat beside you.

Leaning over, he whispered, “Why can’t we be like them?”

“Keep it in your damn pants, Ruben.” You nudged his side and he raised his hands in surrender.  

In retaliation, though, Cesar sat between you and Ruby. You shared a look of annoyance before Cesar asked, “Are you going to finish that?” referring to the forgotten leftover cluttering the small table. 

“Go crazy.”

“Suit yourself,” you and Ruby at the same time.

As Cesar dug in Jamal spoke up, “Can we just skip to the part where Ruby yells at us for being late and starts talking non-stop?” 

“No, man, not today.” Everyone looked bewildered. “Cesar why don’t you take that home? Yes, okay, bye,” Ruby dismissed him.

“Wait, woah, the hell man?” Cesar questioned as Ruby used all his might to get him off the couch. 

“You can all come back tomorrow, on time, and we’ll talk about my idea.” He said shooing them all away. 

“Are you freaking serious?” Monse got angry quickly.

“Hey, not my fault you decided to play cupid and be late on purpose.” Cesar, Jamal, and Monse shared looks of pride at Ruby’s statement. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some wasted time to make up for with my new girlfriend so, bye!” 

“Whatever you say, man,” Cesar said as he opened the door with one hand, the leftovers in the other. When Jamal and Monse were outside he said, “Just remember sin gorrito no hay fiesta.” He immediately shut the door after himself, but that didn’t stop Ruby and you from yelling after him.

“Fuck off, Cesar!” You both yelled with smiles on your faces as you looked at each other. With everyone else gone, Ruby cupped your cheek once more and tenderly kissed you until you had to head back home. That night you slept peacefully, no longer having to dream and wonder about how kissing Ruby would feel like.

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I’ll Run To You

Title: I’ll Run To You

Requested? No.

Plot: You were in the relationship with Cesar for a while, but you broke up because of his gang life. And one night he comes over to your door, after getting beaten up and you treat his wounds.

Word count: 2145

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Cesar sighed as he slumped down on his bed and placed his head in his hands. His gaze was getting lost, focusing on a single dot on the floor of his room, mind filled with the events that happened a few hours ago. The images of his encounter with you were flashing in his mind on repeat and he was trying to dissect every part of it, trying to find the reason as to why he was now your ex boyfriend. I'm reality, he was trying to find some other reason, anything other than the one thing he can't change. Who he is and the life he lives. He didn't really have a choice in becoming 'Lil spooky', but he never let that define all of him. He wasn't just one thing, and that was what initially attracted you to him. The fact that despite his tough exterior and being part of a gang, he was so kind and caring, and an all around amazing guy. And you never wanted it to come to the point where you'd be breaking up with him. Cesar was the guy you saw yourself getting married to, having kids with and growing old with. After meeting him, no other guy stood a chance, no matter how much they tried.

But after being taken hostage and used in an attempt to either trade with Spooky's gang, or make them do something, for the third time this month, you just couldn't take it anymore. You didn't want to keep being kidnapped and coming back home beaten and terrified to leave your house for the next few weeks. So you made the hardest decision in your life, and you ended things with Cesar. Every search for a different reason for the breakup failed and Cesar was realising that he was wasting his time trying to evade the real reason, but he still couldn't do anything about it. It was his life, every single day, and he couldn't just change it all over night and all of a sudden be free from all it, when his own blood is the leader of the gang. You were the only thing that kept him grounded, and with losing you, he had nobody else to really turn to. You left a huge void in his heart, that no other girl could ever fill, and all he wanted was to get you back into his life.

"You can't keep living like this Y/N. I understand that you're hurting right now, but you haven't been outside in like five days. You'll get sick if you keep acting like this."

Monse was trying to talk some sense into you, but being as stubborn as you are, her words were falling on deaf ears. You didn't want to leave your room, in case you run into Cesar. You were afraid that you'd just forget everything and rush back into his arms as soon as you saw him. And you just couldn't risk that happening. You appreciated Monse's help though. She is Cesar's ex, and you assumed she would hate you for being with him but she didn't. Instead, the two of you became really good friends. But still  nothing managed to get you out of your room ever since the breakup. You preferred to spend your time looking through your camera roll, tears staining your face as you realise that the majority of the photos were of you and Cesar. You remembered every single one of those moments very well, and it made you feel even worse, considering the fact that you were now exes, and you thought that you'd never be able to share another moment with the guy you love ever again.

Monse somehow managed to get you back into civilization with the help from Jamal and Ruby, which you were insanely thankful for because you were on the verge of calling Cesar. A few weeks passed and you were still miserable, and so was he, praying every night to at least dream of you when he can't see you in person. He would manage to sneak a peek from a distance when Ruby would text him that he was hanging out with you. It broke his heart to see you like that, fake smiling at your friends when you didn't feel like smiling at all, but you didn't want to worry them. As if they all couldn't see right through you. Knowing that you were always somewhere near meant everything to him and facing the harsh reality that you were far away from him now was crushing him. Even his brother noticed the change in him, wished he could do something to help you out. You were not used to their life, and until you were ready to do so, at least understand what it meant to be a part of a gang, and be able to respond accordingly, Oscar knew it was over between you and his little brother.

That was until one night, when you were woken up by a loud knock on your front door. You were terrified to go over and open it, and you were ready to call the police, until you heard a familiar voice from the other side.

"Y/N, it's me. I know that I probably shouldn't be here, but you were the first person that come to mind. Please, let's talk."

Oh how you've missed that voice. You catch yourself hesitating slightly as you reach for the door handle. Are you really ready to accept everything that dating Cesar represented? You run a hand over your face and decide to check the peephole first and the sight melts away all your willpower to be mad at Cesar and to tell him to go away. His face was covered in bruises, and by the look in his eyes and his posture, you could tell that he was bad. You quickly open the door and finally meet your favourite pair of almond eyes you've missed so much. Your will power melted away when you saw how broken he looked, and you stepped aside a little, taking his hand in yours gently, both of you feeling the spark that was still alive between you, and for a moment, you almost pulled away, but held your cool and Cesar was soon in your apartment, just far enough that you could close the door. He felt nervous to be in your apartment once again, after everything that the two of you have been through.

You lead him over to your couch, and after he's seated, you rummage through your medicine cabinet in the bathroom, before coming back to the living room to find that Cesar allowed himself to lean back against one of your decorative pillows, his head leaning against the wall, eyes closed, finally feeling like he's able to breathe again. His mind was adjusting to the fact that he was safe. He was with you, and he was safe. When he felt your presence, as you crouched down in front of him, his eyes opened, and the first thought that ran through his mind was to tell you he missed you and how much he loved you. To tell you that these past weeks were living hell for him. But because of knowing you as much as he did, he knew that it would make you uncomfortable, so he chose not to. Instead, he satisfied himself with just looking at you, once again being face to face with you, even if he was not able to touch you. He winced slightly when you first started cleaning the cut on his face, making a hissing sound, and you made a pained expression yourself, because it hurt you so much more than him to see him in this state.

Still in a daze by the situation, after you treated some wounds, you went to examine some others, and without even thinking about what you were doing, your hand went up to cup the side of Cesar's face, your thumb sliding gently under the cut on his cheek, pondering if it was gonna need stitches. You were so lost in thought that you didn't feel how he slightly melted under your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, before his own hand went up to cup yours, snapping you out the trance you were in. You looked at each other, and you slowly started pulling your hand out of Cesar's grasp, not yet sure if you were supposed to be doing this. A sigh left his lips, as he allowed your hand to slip out of his own, and you went right back to cleaning his wounds. Every single time you did this felt like the first, your heart breaking the same at the state of the boy you loved so much. Both of you right here, millimeters away from each other, and both of you locked inside your heads, fighting your demons and trying to figure out what to do next, what to say.

Cesar still saw vivid hallucinations of every single time you were kidnapped, and he still blamed himself for all of it. At one point, you were done patching him up, and reality set in that this meant he wasted another chance to talk to you and make things right. And with that thought in his head, mixed with his guilt and the love he has for you, cracks in his strength showed, as he let a few tears slide down his cheek, and wrapped his arms around you, his head finding its way naturally in the crook of your neck, like all the times before, taking you completely by surprise. At first you didn't move, unsure of how to react, but soon you put your own hands around his shoulders, leaning your head against his, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of once again being in Cesar's arms. You spent all this time missing that feeling. It was unbelievable how much of a hold he still had on you. How he was still the one who could make your heart flutter, no matter what.

You could feel his warm breath on your skin, and you feel him start to relax in your arms for a few moments, before pulling away slightly, arms still secure around you and he looked you in the eyes.

"I'm so sorry for everything, everything you had to go through, that you had to endure because of me. If I could turn back time and erase all of it, I would. But what I can't, and won't erase is how much I love you. I knew that breaking up was the best thing to do, but I hate what my life is like without you. You keep me grounded and you make me so happy, and I could bare everything the gang life had in store for me if I just thought about you always being somewhere close. But without you, I can't handle it. I'm not strong enough."

He bowed down his head and shook it, and you knew exactly how he felt. And you were reminded that even though your life has turned around completely since you met Cesar, you couldn't imagine your life without him. Using your thumb and index finger, you lifted Cesar's chin to make him look up at you and told him that you know how strong he is, and that you were proud of that. And as if acting on instinct, you told him that you'll always be there for him and that you love him too. 

Those words of encouragement Cesar so desperately wanted to hear from you were giving him the confidence to start leaning in towards you, his eyes staring at your lips, and occasionally looking up at your eyes to see any sign that you didn't want him to kiss you. But you didn't move. You missed him too much to reject him again after your heart skipped several beats when you saw him bruised and bloodied at your doorstep. You'd much rather be with him. As Cesar closed the gap between him and you, you could feel butterflies in your stomach, and the soft feeling of his plump lips on yours, moving in sync, was electric. You planned to spend today the same way that you spent most days, finishing up a tub of ice cream and just missing the hell out of Cesar, but instead you were in his arms, kissing him, letting him back into your life, finally feeling ready to be his girlfriend again. Cesar could finally let out that sigh of relief. He got his girl back and he couldn't be happier. He made a promise, to you and himself, that he was gonna protect you a lot more than ever. And he intended to keep it.

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I haven’t had such a strong crush in a looong time on a guy as much as I have for Diego Tinoco. He brings a smile to my face every time I see him, and butterflies roam in my stomach. I just wanted to try one or two fics about him to calm my aching heart. Tell me you get me (regardless of which celeb you have a crush on). Hope you like this imagine, I’m trying to survive studying and I hate to do this to you and take a break, but I just had to <3

The gif is mine. :) <3

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Too High - Jamal Turner Scenario

Too High

Jamal Turner x Reader

Summary: Going to an amusement park with Jamal Turner who has quite the fear of heights.

          Strolling hand and hand, you and your boyfriend Jamal approached the ticket booth of the amusement park to purchase wristbands for all the rides. Once you both received you respective bands, the two of you dashed deeper into park. Before arriving at the parkgrounds, the two of you discussed how you  planned on riding on all the the roller coasters and amusement rides despite Jamal’s drastic fear of heights. Glancing at your surroundings, you noticed parents, children, couples, teenagers and adults whisking around seldomly and in crowds. The evening breeze and atmosphere assured you that tonight would bring grins to both of your faces.

          “Let's start out small and work our way up.” Jamal tells you determined to not scream on the headlining roller coaster of the night that many knew for having the biggest drops and fastest speed. The two of you made a bet on whether he would it not with  a measly twenty bucks on the line.

          You chuckle at him. “How small so wanna start? The teacups?” You joked with him yet he remained serious.

          Humming he flashed you a meek smile while suggesting, “How about the carousel?”

          You scoffed.  "The one with the horsey.”

          Pulling your hand, Jamal guided you in their direction with a nod. “That's the one.” He grinned at your reluctance.

          “You better be glad there's little to no line for that.” You grumble while trying to keep up with his quick pace. After the carousel, you both casually strolled through the amusement park not forgetting to stop at the cool ones that were close enough to the ground for Jamal to function. You gave each other whiplash on the bumper cars, nearly vomited on the teacups as they were more extreme than you expected, spun around some more on the Gravitron, and rode on the smaller roller coasters that all made Jamal scream. You two had smiles on your face for the entirety of the time with lots of laughter coming from the both of you. laughing, wide open smiles spread across your faces.

          Looking at the long line, you and Jamal finally approached the ride you placed a bet on.

          “I don't know.” Jamal mumbled.

          Glancing at him your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

          “I mean, I don't know if I can go on this ride.” He says before breaking eye contact with the machinery in front of him.

          You shrugged pulling him away. “Hey it's fine we don't have to.” You began to be walk away until he grasped your hand.

           Shaking his head, he returned to wait in line. “I want to do this.” He declared.Staring into his eyes you saw his slight fear and felt his hand tremble. “No you don't.”

          “Well I don't, but what would Ruby say if he knew I chickened out?”

          You rolled your eyes at his stubborn nice before placing your arm around him. “I'll tell him you didn't chicken out even if we don't ride this.” You assure while rubbing his shoulders.

         “No. You wanna ride it so I'll do it with you.” He smiled as the line moved up.

           Raising your eyebrows at him, you chuckle, “If you think you'll be fine then let's do this.”

He nods while shifting from foot to foot. “I'll be fine.”

          “I'm not fine. I'm not fine. I'm not fine. I'm not fine.” Jamal chanted with messed up hair as he left the rollercoaster area. Coming from the kiosk with a brand new laminated picture of Jamal screaming his lungs out and you laughing at him on the ride.

          “Ferris wheel?” you asked him once you approached him which caused him to lifelessly give you a slow nod.

          You took your spot in the small cart with Jamal and scooted closer to him. The world became so far below you and it didn't seem to matter to Jamal as his focus was on you. He admired your smiling face looking down on everyone -something he could not bring himself to do.

However, when the ferris wheel stopped when you one of the closest cars to the top because of more people getting on at the bottom, you began to shake the cart a little bit which scared Jamal.

          “Can you please stop?”

          “Stop what?”

          “Shaking the seat! What if we die?”

          “At least we'll die together.”

          “Please stop. I'm begging you.”

          “I’ll stop if you can make me.”

          His brown eyes widened as you turned to face him. Regardless of his fear, he leaned over and pressed his lips against yours as you rested close to the birds. You both embraced each other, enjoying the moment.

Once the ride began moving again, and you jumped in the air out of shock which shook the cart and caused Jamal to groan. “These amusement parks aren't for me. I just to stay on the ground with some cotton candy.” He mumbled.

          You pulled him in for another kiss.

A/N: I’m back :) lol... This was initially with Ruby but I decided Jamal needs some love too.

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