#anyways i love that if this is supposed to be the real cesar and not their alternate then their first official apperance is.

[down-thedrain]

yk what if cesar does end up with a bowl cut i'll still love and accept them idc. crewdela wants me to hate him but i'm a cesar fan for LIFE 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[starbabyg]

When In Italy | Jack Hughes Instagram edit

Y/n and Jack take a little spontaneous trip to Italy together. ~<3~

all photos from pinterest and yes all the fc girls look different idc they’re supposed to be you deal with ehttt 🌚

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yourusername: buongiorno sole 🌞

trevorzegras: He gettin that tan alreadyyy 😮

lhughes_06: 3 bottles of water?? Thirsty ass.

user1: he’s so 😍😍😍

_quinnhughes: brt gonna go snatch that chain #icy

— reply to _quinnhughes jackhughes: I’d like to see you try

❦ ❦ ❦

You woke up alone in bed, the sun shining in through the sheer white curtains, a faint breeze blowing them softly. This was unfamiliar, you always woke up before Jack. You got up to look for him, cause where the hell could that boy be? You pondered for a moment before hearing clanging in the kitchen, that clumsy boy, knocking all the pots and pans over.

“What are you doing bub?” You laughed, taking a seat at the table watching him attempt to cook. Jack definitely wasn’t the best chef, but it was cute watching him do his little thing.

“Wellll, I went to that little market shop down the street that was closed when we got here last night. Got some stuff for breakfast, wanted to make you something. It’s kinda hard cause all the cooking instructions are in Italian and I have to translate it. But I did make some toast!” Jack lifted his finger in the air, excited that at least something he made came out good. He put a plate on the table, with a few pieces of buttered toast with different jams on each one.

“This is cute bub,” you smiled, “you’re getting better in the kitchen huh.” Jack laughed at your little poke at him. He was focused on finishing what he had on the stove, which you couldn’t tell what he was doing, he refused to let you see. All you saw were some pots on the stove with him stirring.

“Yeah, yeah. Just a little. But here, I’m almost done. Just gotta do thisss and finished,” he poured a glass bottle full of white sauce into the pot. Jack made two servings, setting them at the table for the two of you to enjoy. He opened up the curtains to the kitchen windows, letting the two of you see the marvelous view of the cityscape below. “Ravioli a la Jack style, bon appetito.”

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yourusername: amore mio @ jackhughes

jackhughes: mia bellaaaa ❤️‍🔥

trevorzegras: uglyy

—reply to trevorzegras yourusername: funkyy

elblue06: my lovies 🤍

—reply to elblue06 yourusername: love you miss el 🫶🏽

lhughes_06: okayyy stink!!

—reply to lhughes_06 yourusername: I look guud huh stinka ;)

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yourusername: vampires in the lemon grove 🍋

_quinnhughes: tuh totally stole caption from our book club

— reply to _quinnhughes yourusername: don’t worry boobie it’s still our thing don’t be madd

lhughes_06: awe so cutee *reports post*

—reply to lhughes_06 yourusername: waah *don’t care didn’t ask* :]

—— reply to yourusername lhughes_06: touché, y/n, touché

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jackhughes: bonjour, or whatever hi is in Italian

yourusername: close bubby, so close

_quinnhughes: ur dumb

—reply to _quinnhughes jackhughes: ur dumber

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jackhughes: so apparently fettuccine Alfredo isn’t a real thing out here?? Anyways here’s my baby looking guud

lhughes_06: wow @ yourusername you just let him steal our lingo like thatt

—reply to lhughes_06 yourusername: it’s not like that stink I swear 😩

—— reply to yourusername lhughes_06: then what is it like huh 🤨

trevorzegras: so uncultured, hughes, so uncultured 🤌🏻

—reply to trevorzegras jackhughes: ya mama.

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yourusername: hey mona lisa, come home you know you can’t rome without cesar

jackhughes: my favorite picture of us from the trip 🫶🏻

_quinnhughes: waitt who took the picture??!?!

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jackhughes: flashing lights - kanye 💫

yourusername: omgg always stealing my captions you boob!!

—reply to yourusername jackhughes: haha snatchedd

_quinnhughes: again who tf is taking these pictures????

[celestialvexation]

People who wish death upon you for finding the tmc characters attractive are wild. Like you can go about your day saying you like the alternates or alternate Gabriel, and say your better than the people who simp for the victims but the moment some is like Cesar is kinda handsome it’s not ok. Damn it’s not like you’re to kidnapped the actor and force him to love you.

.The only reasonable one that I can find strange to simp for is mark cause he’s 17. Anyway people need to learn you can’t control attractive

yeah, it's just absolutely insane that they'd conflate simping any of the human characters as simping on the actors themselves. like fuck off, y'all, who cares if someone's wanting to rawdog bby girl thatcher -- just let people do their own thing!

and pffft, nah, you can still simp for him. A) cause he ain't real and B) alex can't math right and mark's supposed to be 18 but fine, alex. i understand you want your beloved OC to be fucked over at that age 🙄🙄🙄

[fbfh]

Cesar Diaz dating headcanons

!!Contains spoilers for on my block, mostly season 4!!

warnings: mentions of standard gang violence, season 4 spoilers, standard fare for omb lmao, happy ending/fix it energy/no one dies au

After finishing season 4 of on my block (and having had a lot of practice writing since my last take at this) here’s more cesar diaz dating headcanons

I’m not gonna lie I don’t remember what I said the first time except for some joke about cesar salad and I know if I read writing that old I will black out so there may be some points repeated

I have no plans on checking

Anyway that being said enjoy

So Cesar is really affectionate

He doesn’t like to show it in public

Mostly to keep you from being put in a vulnerable place yk

He doesn’t want to turn you into a target

But oh my god as soon as that door closes????

You’re sitting on his lap

Hand on your leg

Kisses and cuddles and fond looks like you’ve never experienced

He’s such a warm loving person and he loves you so much

He will go through hell to protect you

This is really sad but I can only find like one or two pictures of Cesar smiling on google images

(like of Cesar the character there are tons of his actor smiling but that’s not who we’re talking about)

You are the love of his fucking life and he will make everyone aware of this fact

There are times when you’ve had to stage huge public falling outs so people won’t think to look for him at your place

You two will sit in your room, making up scripts and fake events and arguing points

It’s actually kind of fun

You both find it hard to keep a straight face because you never argue like that

Even for super serious stuff when he expects you to start screaming at him you just get really quiet

You’ll bury your face in your hands then look up after a minute

“I am so, so worried about you, Cesar. I’m really scared for you. I’d… I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, and-”

You choke up for a second, then compose yourself and keep talking

That’s how he knows you’re really serious and that you’re trying to communicate with him, not yell at him

Even when the rest of the gang can’t get through to him they know they just have to send you in

You’ll approach him after a fight with the rest of your friends

All it takes is one look and he’s breaking out into a smile

You might do something together like cook or go for a walk

Even like cleaning something

It helps him think and cool off, it helps him process what you’re talking about and really internalize the important stuff

Oh Jamal and Ruby and Monse love you btw

Oscar and some of the Santos too

Oscar can tell how much you love his brother, and you both have this really special Protect Cesar Bond

You even co-conspired for his birthday a few times

Those were really nice birthdays

Easily some of his favorites

I’m not gonna lie Monse probably didn’t like you at first (but like I didn’t like her until almost the end of the series so I’m a little biased)

But she doesn’t like anyone at first

Eventually you end up bonding over something or other

If you’re fem aligned you bond with her and Jasmine and always have really fun sleepovers with them

Right I was talking about Cesar never smiling because of how much stress and pressure he’s under

I feel like you and Oscar would eventually come up with a plan on how to avoid Cesar becoming a gang leader

(I don’t know much about real life gang dynamics so work with me here)

Once Oscar leaves and he secretly gets jumped out for both him and Cesar (something you discouraged him from doing due to the risk of severe injury, but were able to call for help since you knew it was happening)

He arranged to have Sad Eyes take over as leader since he has more experience with Cesar

He’s supposed to sort of mentor Cesar on how to run the gang which is really just an excuse to buy some time to get Cesar out

It’s messy and difficult but eventually after Oscar and Isabel are moving to Portland and you get into a college that’s also in Oregon, you’re able to get Cesar to come with you guys

(You tell them not to have a celebratory shot of tequila if you’re hitting the road right now which you are, no one gets shot and everyone is happy and alive)

You and Isabel also convince Cesar and Oscar to get some fucking therapy and address some of their problems which helps a lot over time

Later on you and Cesar get a little apartment together close to the restaurant

He’s starting to study architecture and you’re majoring in something you love

You both have good jobs that aren’t too stressful and your friends come up to visit during during breaks

His hair is growing out and you’re both taking a course on infant and child care so you can help look after baby Lydia

Every single morning he wakes up in a state of disbelief

He can barely grasp that this is real, that he’s actually allowed to have a normal life

And not just any normal life, which would be more than enough

But a normal life with you

That’s the real kicker

That he gets to do all of this with you

That you’re both living out your pipe dreams together

God he doesn’t think it’s possible to be happier than he is

But he’s sure excited to find out

[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

Continuing my dissertation on why Supernatural is about Destiel even when Cas is not in the episode, and here is my analysis of 11x18 - The Chitters.

I initially had this episode on a “never watching again” because the monster grossed me out so much, but then I realized that the writers were giving us a literal Dean/Cas as husbands mirror story by doing this

and hiding it in an episode with the most grotesque MOTW imaginable (seriously, name a worse monster than underground creatures who impregnate humans with their eggs via orgy and leave them in a damn cave; oh and cause them to shake, chitter, and have glowy green eyes.  BRB, puking).

A little trickster moment in the beginning starting this episode with two brothers, and the eldest - Matt - dying in a *shocker* supernatural way, and the youngest - Jesse - then going on to dedicate his life to avenging his brother’s death.  A lot of reviewers consider this intro to mean we are supposed to be looking for Sam/Dean parallels in the following narrative bEcAusE tHAt is WhAT thE boYS wOuLD dO, but I POSIT TO YOU IT IS NOT ONLY A 10000000 percent DESTIEL STORY, BUT ALSO THAT this is established in the very first scene - the conversation between Jesse and Matt in the flashback:

JESSE

It finally happened.

MATT

What? You didn’t get detention this week?

JESSE

Me and Jackie, we kissed.

MATT:

Okay, can I stop hearing about him every two minutes now? “You think he likes me?”, “Jackie looked at me. I-I think he looked at me.”

JESSE

He definitely likes me.

***I mean Matt’s comment -  does this not immediately remind you of Sam “I am in constant Destiel super hell” Winchester?

For reference, here is Sam’s “I am in super hell please stop now” face:

**Also he LOOKED AT HIM?! What is 80% of Destiel if not subtextual pining and LOOKING.  I don’t make the rules.  Jesse is Dean.  And Matt is dead.  Matt’s death ENDS the “brother portion” of this story insofar as the parallel is concerned. (**please note I am not advocating for Sam to die.  the parallel is just NOT about the brother storyline in this episode - there are plenty of other “mirrors” for the brother storyline, but this is NOT one of them).

We cut to the real Dean continuing in FULL RESEARCH MODE ACTIVATED because Amara has Cas at this point and he is panicking.  

Was the red and black flannel an intentional wardrobe choice to mirror Jesse’s jacket?  We will never know. (Yes.  Everything is intentional.  This is Supernatural. We hate it here. Also Cesar is in a KHAKI vest because KHAKI means THINGS in Supernatural for REASONS). 

Also I love FULL RESEARCH MODE ACTIVATED desperately trying to get Cas back Dean.  It’s real “I just started studying for my final the night before at 10 p.m.” energy.  He’s refusing to stop to even look at Sam here:

Anyway, a few gross scenes of green eyed people, orgies, and a hilarious conversation about weed (or was it oregano?- 

Jensen Ackles you slay me) later -

Jesse and Cesar save Dean’s bacon and the four of them end up in a bar chatting over beers.  Here is where it is INCREDIBLY apparent that Jesse is a mirror for Dean (also I’d watch a bottle episode of these four hanging out doing regular every day stuff a la How I Met Your Mother or Friends).  

JESSE

One of them took my brother 27 years ago.

[Sam and Dean look surprised. Sam turns to Dean, and Dean is speechless.

DEAN

[looks to Jesse] I’m sorry to hear that.

JESSE

I’ve been waiting years to come back and have this shot at them. So, I hope you understand, I’m gonna ask you two to take a step back from this one.

DEAN

[nods] Well, catch us up. Where have you guys been?

JESSE

In the woods, where the action is, looking for their burrow and saving your ass.

[Sam is slightly taken aback, but he gives a look of approval. Cesar scoffs.]

JESSE

What?

CESAR

Well, one of the reasons we’ve been holed up in the trees is because Jesse hates the town and everyone in it.

JESSE

Because they’re ignorant and useless. [turns to Cesar] They didn’t believe me 27 years ago, they’re not gonna start now.

CESAR

[sternly] It’s boneheaded not to be following leads in town.

JESSE

Hey, nobody stopping you from talking to the whole box of crackers.

[Cesar sighs and looks away.]

***You could replace “Jesse” with “Dean” and the lines wouldn’t need to change an iota to stay in the character.  Cesar’s scoffing, the stern response, calling Jesse boneheaded, sighing, looking away exasperatedly - 100% Cas energy.  I really don’t make the rules. Cesar isn’t anything like Sam, and he isn’t meant to be.  This is not a brother story.  THIS IS A STORY ABOUT TRUE LOVE DAMMIT.

Dean makes that red herring comment about them bickering just like brothers , then:

Which by the way is EXACTLY how Dean and Cas bicker.  Hence why Sam is always in super hell.  

I can’t find a better quality image of this montage, but I really wanted to bring attention to the EXPRESSION on Dean’s face:

***Sure, Dean. You’re curious about what it’s like to live with a hunter.  Okay. 

Also, whoever made this, you get it.

They start arguing on the next step - questioning a former sheriff, or going back to the woods to search for the creepy crawlies’ hidey hole.

JESSE

[sternly] We need to find the burrow.

CESAR

[patiently] Jess, we’ve been beating around the woods for two days.

JESSE

[stubbornly] That’s where they are. You saw the tracks.

CESAR

I can keep searching on my own. We’re losing.

****sternly-patiently-stubbornly <- it’s like a never-ending Destiel refrain.  Cesar’s willingness to continue on what is purely Jesse’s quest for revenge so Jesse can move on is also so very Cas-adjacent.  I LOVE A SUBTEXTUAL PARALLEL.

Anyway, then they split into twos, pairing Sam with Jesse and Cesar with Dean for the next few scenes.  Lots of reviewers tracked this as a brother-brother (i.e. Sam is paired with the version of himself and Dean is paired with the version of himself) parallel, but THIS scene with Sam, Jesse, and the old sheriff SCREAMS otherwise:

JESSE

[angrily pushed Cochran down the chair] You son of a bitch.

[Sam moves forward to get Jesse back.]

JESSE

You knew the whole time! You knew where they were when everybody was suffering.

COCHRAN

[pushes Jesse off him] I was suffering too!

SAM

[pulls Jesse away from Cochran and tries to calm him down] Jesse. Hey, hey. Hold on. Hold on.

***EXCUSE ME, did he just say DEAN’S CATCHPHRASE.  And how many times has Sam done this exact thing to Dean when he is in a rage?!?   I DO NOT MAKE THE RULES.  

ALSO something about THE JUXTAPOSITION of Cesar and Jesse in the following scene.  This is very Dean with Cas quietly waiting for him to me.

A lot of creepy monster montage scenes and dead bodies later, the day is saved.  Cue adorable husband exchange, and the news that Jesse and Cesar are going to retire.  

SAM

So, uh, what’s freedom look like?

JESSE

Nice little spread in New Mexico. We’ve been paying on it for years. Set foot on it about … twice?

CESAR

Gonna raise horses. And if that goes bust, Jesse used to be an EMT.

JESSE

Oh, so now I’m supporting your ass?

[Cesar chuckles and looks at Jesse lovingly, before both men turns to the Winchesters. Sam follows the laugh.]

CESAR

 It’s time to start living.

Also this SHOULDER touch.  And it’s the left shoulder.  (there is a great Casifer post out there about how Dean was thrown off specifically because Casifer touched his RIGHT shoulder, and Cas always touches his LEFT).  

All I really need now is a FACE CUP, tbh.  

You want more parallels?  Recall that CESAR (aka Cas-adjacent) is the one who saves Dean’s bacon in the beginning.  

Then he helps him get up off the ground. You know, as in he RAISES him from -

(JENSEN YOUR ACTING CHOICES WITH THAT LOOK ON YOUR FACE ILYSM)

Dean, realizing that he is watching an AU version of himself and his boyfriend/future husband:

Yes, hi, we are the same character.

Anyway, I will always and forever love this episode for showing us the ending Dean and Cas deserved (WHAT WAS THE REASONNNN) - settling down on a small ranch together in New Mexico.  At least these two got their happily ever after.

ALSO, MANIFESTING

Maybe then Sam can finally leave super hell.

BONUS:  

Sam: Couldn’t do it, huh?

Dean: [shakes head] No, didn’t feel right.

Sam: Yeah. I know what you mean. Two hunters who make it to the finish line?

Dean: Yeah, you leave that alone.

Saving this to my box of INCONSISTENCY TRASH DUMP FOR 15x20.

P.S. I am starting to develop a theory that the episodes we all like LEAST, and therefore tend to skip [or that have off putting plotlines/ don’t go with the general myth arc/creepy monsters/bizarre or even boring scenarios] are the ones with potentially the most subtext, and therefore the best underlying story line (so likely no Cas in the episode, random stuff like Red Meat, the creepy chitters monster that makes you want to cringe). 

So at the end of the day, the subtext was always the real story anyway.

(OMG I JUST REMEMBERED THAT THE GIRL WEREWOLF IN BLOODLINES WEARS A FUCKING KHAKI TRENCH COAT THE ENTIRE TIME.  AM I GOING TO HAVE TO REWATCH THE ALWAYS SKIPPABLE BLOODLINES NOW?  And that definitely means I am DOOMED to rewatch the worst episode that ever was when I get to season 15.  Dammit.  What have I done?!?!??!?!)

[tomster1274]

Scrimblo AU plot summary under the cut bc I haven't actually shared much of what it's abt.

To start off;

Alternates are called 'Spoopy/Spooky Ghosts' by humans and they don't care whether they're called that or alternates.

Mork=Mark, Chaser=Cesar, Juice=Jonah, Apple=Adam, K=N, Imposter=Intruder, Six-nine=Six/TV Intruder, Dab-riel=Gabriel.

Last names do not exist solely bc I do not want them to, if people are called the same thing too bad.

Imposter and Six-nine are two different characters.

Most humans switch between "tolk liek dis" and "talk like this" just because. Alternates only "talk like this" however.

Now more into the lore;

Alternates have two forms, human and "real"(the scary things). Being in a human form takes energy(they have limited), so alternates usually can only hold one for so long. They also can't sleep (they more energize through just not doing too much) and eat (they have no need since they automatically regain energy).

Almost everybody except Imposter is short, adults+most alternates(including Dab-riel) are at 3', children are 1-2', Imposter is 6'. Sometimes alternates can shift their form to be taller though.

Dab-riel is basically the Devil instead of Antichrist, in his own way. Basically, Dab-riel was an angel who was disgraced after getting greedy and starting to visit Earth without permission and do things like kill whole species just to see what would happen to God's kingdom. After God found out, Dab-riel was cast out, retaining his wings, however they didn't work since he could no longer go back to Heaven. So, out of vengence, he decided to try to become the new God, messing with his plans for Mary and Noah.

Through Noah, he tried to create something, his first alternate, it was a mess but Dab-riel loved it anyways, letting it go rabid like a dog on Noah, watching lovingly as it did. Through that, it tried to create more and more, getting better and better at creating these things, now making them almost identical to humans.

One of these was Imposter, being one of the first steps to making successful doppelgangers, another was Six-nine who could only really be seen on certain wavelengths/spectrums but was so close to being a doppelganger, and then there's K, the first successful doppelganger who could change its form to fit any human's.

Dab-riel, wanting to become the new God, decided the first step was to turn God's followers against him, making alternates for this reason and this reason alone: Find humans, scare them into acceptance of him, if not, kill them off. All were assigned specifically to their own human(s), some got to have exactly one person, others multiple, and a select few got to have an specific large amount/group.

Imposter was assigned to multiple people, mostly young children like Mork. Sex-nine was assigned a large group, children who watched the TV.

K was one of the ones assigned to a specific person, this person being Chaser himself. After getting into his home, he scared Chaser in his kitchen late at night while he had a knife, and while trying to run, Chaser tripped and stabbed himself in the eye and the brain, killing him.

Chaser was visiting his moms' house during that time, and hearing the noise, she tried to investigate the noise, K panicking because he wasn't supposed to try to scare Chaser's mom or any other person, only Chaser, so it's not like he could kill her or anything without maybe some consequences. So, K morphed quickly into Chaser with a suit, the fastest to copy, and hid Chaser's body as his mom came in, disguising its voice as Chaser's.

After that, K buried Chaser in his mom home's backyard, and tried to pass off as Chaser for the time being, kinda getting comfortable with the form and also how Chaser's mom treated him better than Dab-riel might. During the day he was Chaser, and the night he was K, and Chaser's mom might've accidentally walked in on him once at night and got too scared and. Possibly died, but he can't tell.

So, he calls up Mork, remembering Chaser and him were roommates and finding his phone number through a contact list Chaser's mom had right by the phone and asked him if maybe he could turn on the cameras so Chaser's mom doesn't get robbed while he tried to "drive"(truth is he can turn into a car, I think all alternates can do this bc of scrimblo, fuck you) "his" mom to the hospital. Mork agreed.

Mork did so, but then whoops, his car got switched put by an alternate sent specifically to scare him, let's just call it "M", and it crashed his car, thinking it had killed him and escaping back to Dab-riel, but unfortunately he was still alive and had to go the hospital himself.

Luckily, both Mork and Chaser's mom are a-ok, and now K has to deal with his new found affection(platonic don't worry) towards his victim's familiars, mostly towards Chaser's mom, and how maybe he wants to BE Chaser instead of just going back to Dab-riel, so he does become a replacement of Chaser, telling that he just likes wearing suits all the time(the real reason is K can't shift very well into any different outfit) and an alternate attacked him and that's why his right eye is messed up.

For two whole years after that, he lives with Mork, both of them living normally before K accidentally reveals he's an alternate by not being able to hold his form and scaring Mork in his room for like a day until he couldn't take being cramped in there anymore and confronted K about what happened to the real Chaser and was going to happen now.

K told Mork what happened (to Mork's dismay at hearing his bff being replaced so easily) but Mork decides to forgive him because what's done is done but tells him to stop pretending to be Chaser. Eventually K also tells Chaser's mom he's dead(but doesn't explain him being replaced) and never tries contacting her again.

For 17 years, Mork and K lived comfortably though, K getting so used to his human form it started to become apart of his "real"(y'know the whole alternate look) form, and Mork became comfortable with his scars and stuff (the reason why he mostly wore long sleeved hoodies was bc he was conscious about his scars), and K also learns how to shift a bit better(he can do other outfits than just the suit) and how to maintain his human form longer. Also Mork is now like 35 instead of 18 in 1992 (where the car crash took place, 1994 was when it was revealed Chaser was an alternate).

During those 17 years, Apple was born and taken away from his mom by his dad and he never saw her again, just assuming she was dead. In his elementary years, he met Juice and they became BFFs. In high school, after spending years watching ghost-hunter shows and things of the like, they decided to run away and start their own spiritual business when both were 16 in 2009.

They stole a bunch and now they're wanted by the government. One time they got called by a cat, but Apple somehow understood what it was saying, and met at the house we see in vol. 2, THAT IS NOT CHASER'S/MORK'S OLD HOUSE THIS IS A DIFFERENT ONE, and Apple gets trapped with an alternate(Six-nine) in the basement while Juice just sits in a car not knowing.

Six-nine knows he hates birthday parties, so he tries throwing him one (even if its not his birthday) and tries to slowly tell him the only way out of this is to either die or accept Dab-riel as his new God. Apple begrudgingly accepts Dab-riel as his new god and gets to run out of there back to Juice and tells him to floor it outta there !!!!!!!

So they survive all well, and at some point Mork hears abt their service and as a joke asks them to get rid of his alternate-replaced roommate (Chaser), kinda wanting to see what exactly they would try.

They arrive and get scared at Chaser's appearance (he didn't know ppl were coming over and was in a bit of a fucked up version of Chaser bc it's easier to maintain) and they try to ward him off with things they learned abt on the internet (mostly just chanting) and get to find Mork laughing at them once walking in, Chaser and the boys confused.

Mork thanks them and pays them, telling Chaser abt how he called them up to see if whatever they did worked (thankful it didn't). But, the boys are too intrigued by this human and alternate being... FRIENDS!?!?

So they basically try to ask questions before Mork and Chaser get uncomfortable with hiow much they're asking and kick them out, but unfortunately Apple and Juice are too curious and end up staying in their car watching over their house before being found out by Mork.

He scolds them, telling them they need to go home and leave them alone, and they proudly told him they have no home, they ran away and this car was BASICALLY their home, so TECHNICALLY they were already home. Mork gets concerned at that, asking if maybe they could run back home, but they told him they couldn't.

So, he answers some questions they have before forcing them inside Chaser's and his house, Chaser saying an awkward hello and shifting to his human form (not in front of them, it's scary to watch that).

Mork tries to ask if they have anybody to live with, the answer is no and they're also wanted by the government so that means if they try asking for a new home, they'll most likely be arrested. Mork, out of the kindness of his heart, decides that well fine, if nobody else will look after you, I will, and they allow him to do that, mostly just wanting to get close to Chaser through this.

But, eventually, they do just start to like living there instead of only living there to get close to Chaser and they all get close together and live happily ^_^.

And that'sss really it, Mork+Chaser help with Apple and Juice's whole ghost business and alternates are still trying to convince ppl Dab-riel is their one God now and yah.

[lustinglilac]

Hii!! A request with #13 and #19 with sad eyes, in which the reader is spookys sister but she’s afraid of her feelings towards sad eyes

Love this! 🥰 *ALL credit for the name José goes to other writers*

13. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

19. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the hell out of me.”

GIF BY: @merakiaes 🖤

“So... when are you gonna stop pretending like you don’t like him?” Cesar asks from his spot on the porch. The spot where he had a perfect view of the man captivating his older sister’s heart.

Her brows furrow, turning to look at her brother, “What are you talking about?” She fidgets with her hands, trying hard not to sound like she was lying.

“Sad Eyes— you have a thing for him, don’t you?” Cesar notices the way she looks away from him.

“Is it that obvious?” She panics, turning away from where her older brother and his right hand man were working on the cherry red Impala.

Cesar chuckles lightly, catching his sister’s hand before she could walk off, “A little. But hey, your secret’s safe with me.” He smiles that boyish smile she loved so much, putting her at ease a tiny bit.

Later that night, Oscar had invited Sad Eyes inside for dinner, just what she needed to get her mind off of him. Not!

“Mind if I sit next to you?” José asks her, ever the gentleman. She can’t help but smile, shaking her head telling him it’s okay. Cesar can’t help but notice the interaction, chuckling quietly to himself.

Moments of silence pass by before her phone vibrates on the table, a text message from Jasmine. She looks at Oscar, too into his dinner to notice she was texting at the table anyway.

Jasmine: Bitchhh, please tell me he’s over rn and that’s why you texted me freaking out?!

Before she could open the message, Oscar clears his throat, “No phones at the table.” He arches a brow at her, challenging her to answer.

She sighs, biting her lip before deciding to answer anyway, despite her brother’s warning, “Oscar, it’s important. I swear, gimme two seconds.”

Diaz: YES!

Diaz: Jasmine he’s literally sitting right next to me. Ugh he is so cute 😩 what do I do?!?!

She types a reponse from muscle memory alone barely looking down at her phone to see who she replied to, “There. Done.” Tucking her phone under her thigh, going back to finishing up her plate.

She hears the vibration of another phone next to her, thinking nothing of it until Sad Eyes pulls out his phone discreetly, smirking to himself at the text message he’d just received.

Oscar looks at the both of them, “Are you two textin’ each other? At the dinner table?” He puts his fork down, waiting for a response.

Her eyes widen, panic settling in at the realisation, “Can I be excused?” Before her brother could even respond, her chair screeched back a couple of feet from the table, rushing into her room.

“Oh my god! This is not happening!” Unlocking her phone and going straight to her messages. The text hadn’t reached Jasmine at all but rather José.

Diaz: You weren’t supposed to get that... like at all 😬

José Guzman: Yeah I figured. I’m flattered though.

She rolls her eyes at his text, deciding not to answer. Her heart nearly beating out of her chest at the fact that both her brothers had seen her make a scene. Before it could look anymore suspicious, she walks out of her room, fanning her face quickly before reaching the kitchen.

“I think I’m done, honestly, I’m so full.” She places a hand on her stomach for emphasis, beginning to clean up her plate as well as Cesar’s, avoiding any and all eye contact with José.

“I’m gonna head to Monse’s.” Cesar kisses his sister on the cheek, saying goodnight to Sad Eyes and Oscar.

“You need help cleanin’ up—“ Oscar asks her, putting his plate in the sink for her.

“I got it. Thanks though.” She clears her throat, answering her brother with a grin.

José stands up after him, “I’ll be right out, compa, just gotta use the restroom.”

The door to the house slams shut, Oscar outside lighting a cigarette while the two of them stood inside, the tension in the room heavy.

“You’re just gonna pretend like that ain’t happen? Cause guess what? It did.” José catches her arm before she could walk away. “It looked real sus to Spooky, nena.”

“Don’t call me nena, José.” She shuts her eyes for a moment. “Because I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.” She admits in one breath, heart beating so fast it felt like it was in her throat.

“I feel the same way ‘bout you.” He takes her face in his palm, finally looking her in the eyes.

“And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way because of a stupid crush I have on you and it really doesn’t matter— wait, what?” She stops talking for a second, scanning his face for any signs of deceit.

“Yeah— it’s always been about you.” He grins, thumb caressing her cheekbone softly.

“I-I didn’t know that. I mean, you never really showed interest—“

José chuckles pulling back slightly, “You do know who your brother is, right?” He raises an eyebrow at her, making her giggle.

“Right, forgot about that.” She states, going back to stacking the plates and the pot of leftovers in the middle of the table.

“Here— lemme help you.” He grunts, picking up the heavy pot.

“You don’t have to, really—“

“Nah after you called me cute and shit, I’d do anythin’ you ask me to.” He winks, turning away from her more than embarassed expression.

“Oh do not let it get to your head, okay? It was a one time thing.” She scoffs, nudging him with her elbow.

“Yeah, yeah.” José smirks at her. “See you around, nena.” And with that he’s outside again like nothing ever happened.

[spookysmujer]

This I Promise You, O.Diaz

Prompt: The hardships of dating the leader of The Santos start to disappate. Oscar and Y/N reach the endgame.

warnings: tough love, fluff, happiness achieved 🥺

word count: 1.9k

A/N: I can’t say thank you enough for all the love shown to my few pieces of work I have posted. It’s truly so heartwarming to know you all are enjoying it. Here is my rendition of Spooky getting his happy ending! I guess you can sat this is boujee version of Nirvana! I love to read the post-Santos!Oscar so much ❤️ Stay tuned for PART 2 of His Girl, a Sad Eyes fic!

“Cesar, I’m going with you.”

His back to you and silence. And it’s eating away at you. Everything that has happened since Oscar’s alleged meeting with 19th street and Cuchillos has you walking on eggshells.

You weren’t suppose to know it about it though. Oscar had been very strict on keeping you at bay with anything gang related. There were some instances when you either figured it out or threatened it out of it Cesar and his friends. Just as you did this time. Cesar dropped the bomb on why you hadn’t seen Oscar in the last 3 days.

“You know I can’t let you. I-“ He says as he turns to look at you but the look on your face has so much emotion he can’t tell what he’s reading. Fear, pain, rage? Cesar looks away for a moment before stepping closer to you. “You need to stay here. I will handle it and find him. We can’t risk your life. On the chance I find my brother alive, I need you to be as well. Please.”

You finally let your guard drop. You strip any tough girl persona and let your shoulders slump and allow the flood of complete fear take over you. Oscar taught you to never let that happen, in front of friend or foe. Once someone can figure out how to get you there, they have control over you. Which is why you and Oscar rarely were sappy in love kind of people, you showed your emotions with each other subtlety. If you’re being honest that was the hardest part in the beginning of your relationship. You were a hopeless romantic who loved affection, the cliche dates and even PDA. But you learned that not everyone liked the same thing and found middle ground with the tough to love cholo.

After he and his friends figured out their next more, you sit in the motel room and daydream of a life outside of the Santos and away from Freeridge. What would would it be like? Where would you two go? What would a normal life of a person with two strikes be like? Could you two make it? But you stop thinking of all of possibilities when you remind yourself that Oscar might not even be alive. The door to the motel room opens and you stand quickly, your hand on the glock that rests the back of your waistband.

Sad Eyes steps in and closes the door behind him, a brown bag in hand, “Thought you should eat.”

You smile and push the glock back in, thanking him. He sits near you and hands you a burger. It’s silent for a moment before he speaks up.

“He’ll be alright. He always is.”

You can only nod in hope that he is right. There have been many runs that Oscar made that were dangerous but he never dealt with a high power like this before. Cuchillos has the power to snap her fingers and have heads rolling. She has an army and Oscar had planned to approach her own his own term. And here you are. Stuck and it sucks.

Sad eyes watches you as your emotions run wildly, he rubs your back in comfort and tells you to remain hopeful.

The day had gone by painstakingly slow as you wait to hear back from Cesar. You should have pushed harder to go with him, to ensure that HE would be okay as well. Who knows what he and his friends had stepped into. You quickly shake the thought from your head as you close in for the night. A chime from your phone gets your attention and you rush over to get it, it’s a text from Ruby’s abuelita. Strange. When you open it, your heart drops into your stomach.

He’s here, Mija. Banged up, but just fine.

All the built up worry physically leaves your body. And the tears begin to spill over. You didn’t suck it up because for the first time you feel like hope again. Oscar did it. He handled the business, he actually did it.

You head out to Ruby’s place, the house is dark but you figure it’s a ruse to avoid any prying eyes. Who knows what happens now with Cuchillos out. No democratic hold within the streets once the word gets out.

The night is eerily quiet as you trek to the back of the house. You enter slowly, Abuelita and Oscar look up to you. She pats his shoulder gently and leaves the room. You mouth a thank you to her approaching the mangled man.

You grab the nearby trash bin and start to clean the bloody gauzes that shroud the table. He sits in silence taking sips of the tequila bottle. It’s quiet for a while as you move around him to rid the house of the evidence he was here.

“Y/N,” Oscar says but you hold a finger up to him to silence him. Now that the worry has subsided, the anger has built up again. The rage of being uninformed, the fury of thinking he was dead with no real goodbye. “You know I couldn’t tell you.”

“No, you could have. You chose not to. You chose to leave me wondering if the next time I were to see you is drinking coffee at your place or in a grave. This time should have been a goddamn acceptance to your rule of keeping me out of it.”

His lips pressed in a thin line, his signature look with furrowed eyebrows, “And what? Have you involved and in the way?”

You step back and look at him, withholding yourself from yelling given the location. He takes another drink and holds back the discomfort in his face. “Cuchillos would have had you killed if you were in anyway involved with my shit. You know that.”

“You want to know what I know? This gang shit has been and will always be your undoing. Whether it’s bringing down enemies or making a drop for 10k. You think you can escape it with that mindset? You can’t protect everyone! And like your compas who have you back, like your brother and his friends who get involved? They risk their lives for you, just as I would. I would do it, no question. This time was different, this time you were stepping into a cage with a lioness and unarmed with no actual plan to take it down.”

“But I did.”

“And at what cost? The streets will be unhinged, the word gets out that the head of the Santos is out and you were the one that did it? It’s you with the step up or you get taken out for the spot.” You stand in front of him, for the first time he is looking up at you.

“I’m gonna make sure the streets are handled but I won’t be the one handling them. Once everything is settled, I’m out. I’m done. That was the point of this, of everything. No more control and order over me or anyone I care about.” He stands, wincing to himself to pull on his mangled tank.

You clench your fist for a moment before releasing it. He believes that things will work out and like most times you follow him, you allow the thought to ponder in your mind.

“I’ve lost people. Just like you. My dad, my brothers. Drive by, robbery,” You close your eyes for a brief moment,” and losing them to this lifestyle wrecked me for many years. It still does but the thought of it taking you? For some reason it hurts more. I was scared, Oscar. Me! Scared even after you taught me not to be. Because regardless of how fed up I get with your shit, I couldn’t stand the thought not waking up everyday to hear the compas run things by you or.. I’m locked in. You’ve got a damn hold on me and I don’t want out. Ever.”

Oscar lets his shoulders fall as he step to you and lets you wrap his arms around him. You carefully embrace and feel all the grooves of his body click with yours. His hand pulls your hair to fall down your back, he kisses the top of your head.

“We’ll get out. And I won’t need to hide anything from you anymore. We won’t have to look over our shoulders or even have raincheck on those stupid movie and dinner shit that you like. Okay? You and me. We’re getting out.” You look up to him and he kisses you passionately.

———two years later ———

“I asked you to not leave your pants laying on the floor! The hamper is right there.” You call out, using your foot to hike it up in the air catching it with your free hand. Laundry day, you would lie if you say that you totally hate it. But Oscar doesn’t help by leaving his clothes around.

You rest a basket of clothes on your hip and head out of the bathroom, “Did you hear me, mi amor?”

“3 works, thanks.” Oscar turns with a big smile on his face and mouths an apologize to you as he holds the house phone between his ear and shoulder.

“I’m sorry, the carne asada had me going. Let me,” He pulls the basket from you and leans forward for a kiss. You smile and press a lovingly kiss to his lips.

His curly, grown out hair looks wildly good on him. Even the grown out facial hair. He no longer sports the Spooky look, he is Oscar Diaz now. A proud homeowner in the outskirts of LA.

And you his fiancé, soon to be wife who could go to bed and expect him to be next you when you woke almost every morning. He tells you where is going all the time now and has relinquished his machismo. The actual Oscar has stepped in.

“Make sure it’s on extra rinse!” You call out as you huff and take a seat at the kitchen table. You can smell the meatloaf in the oven and boy does it smell heavenly. Well mostly anything he cooked had your knees weak.

It could also be the added fact that you are 7 months pregnant and have the urge to eat everything. Even things you didn’t like before getting knocked up. You rest your hand ontop of your bump and rub it contently.

Tears start to well up and you let them fall when Oscar rejoins you, he stops and looks to you. “¿Que? What’s the matter?”

You shake your head, “Nothing, nothings wrong. I’m happy. I’m just so happy.”

“I love you.I can’t wait to meet mi princesa. She’ll be beautiful like her mama. Smart like her papa. And won’t ever have to know life like we use to, this I promise you.” He rests his forehead to yours as he kneels in between your legs and hold you.

“And I love you.”

Every little missed opportunity in life has presented itself again. Neither of you let any of it slip away, not anymore. You express your love for one another every single day and soon that love will be here in the form a precious blessing.

[lorewhoresam]

Okay, so I suddenly got a surge of inspiration for a meta post about the finale of supernatural. I know it’s been like a whole month, I just cannot get over this steaming shitpile.

First, let’s talk about the finale, because that was embarrassingly bad for a million different reasons, the biggest one being character development.

Almost every single one of the characters got the same ending they  would have gotten if the very first episode hadn’t happened.

Dean Winchester Dean daddy’s-blunt-instrument Winchester went out swinging, as he always wanted. Right?  I personally think that Dean never really wanted that, that it was part of John Winchester A+ parenting, that because John said that’s what hunters do, hunt until they get killed, he thought that was the only way he was allowed to go out. But, over the years Dean learned that was not true, that hunters could get out if they wanted, like Jesse and Cesar, (who are important to Dean’s character in other ways (see also: dean is bi) and a lot of the ghostfacers. However, since the writers wanted to “go back to the roots of the show” by making it about Sam and Dean and their toxic co-dependency, even though that hasn’t been an issue in years, as shown by the meaningful connections they both made to others, like Castiel, Eileen, Charlie, Bobby, Jo, Claire, and so many others, they killed him off the way he wanted when the show was still solely about two brothers, saving people, hunting things, the family business.  If supernatural is all about family, and family don’t end in blood, why did they erase everyone who wasn’t blood? Why was the only moment they mentioned Dean’s best friend, and his son an off-hand remark, flat and meaningless, directly followed, and diminished even further, by Sam pieing Dean in the face? Was that supposed to be funny? Practically the only reason spn was still so loved by so many people was because of the characters and their bonds, and the humor, and the only pathetic excuse for humor was that? It was a big fuck you to everyone who invested time in this show, beautifully in theme with the rest of the episode. A+ for consistency guys! Dean Winchester, who cried everytime Cas almost died? Dean Winchester, who was worried sick every time Castiel didn’t respond to his calls or prayers, knowing full well he can take care of himself?  Dean Winchester, Castiel’s absolute best friend in the whole universe? That Dean Winchester didn’t talk, think, cried, mourned Castiel who confessed his love for him to save him? That fact alone is way worse than the bury your gays trope they pulled.

Castiel Controversial opinion time, because IF they had written in the grief (especially Dean’s, because knowing him, he would have survivor’s guilt, and blame himself) everyone would have gone through after his death, it would be kind of okay.  Obviously, you need some explanation behind this batshit crazy statement. Understandable, really. He died in a very in-character way in my opinion. Think about it, Castiel, who has always shown his emotions, his love through self-sacrifice, and thus said “I could go with you” when Dean was a bomb to destroy the Darkness, offering to die for nothing, besides to bring Dean comfort, simply because he doesn’t know any other way to show his love, died, confessing his love so that Dean wouldn’t die at the hands of Billy, but instead favouring Superhell for all eternity. His death was character development, because he learned in that moment that he could say it out loud, but only due tot he fact that it would help Dean.  But then they just didn’t mention him again in a way that had any real emotional impact on anyone, characters or fans. And worse, in heaven they, as they did with all the other characters, you guessed it, they erased all character development :D Cas was in heaven, doing his holy duty, the exact same way he would have ended up had he not met and fallen in love with Dean Winchester. (God I love being saying that knowing no one can say it isn’t true) It was obvious though that Bobby knew something about their ‘profound bond’, but that was not something we can credit the writers for, because it was due to Jensen Ackles’ and Jim Beaver’s fantastic acting. 

Sam Winchester Sam Winchester got the apple pie life, had a son, who he raised to hunt and a faceless blond wife. The strangest thing to me was his son. Sam, who was raised into hunting and - rightfully - resented his father for it, so why would he do that to his own son? It does not make sense.  My second point is very subjective, so you may disagree.  I my opinion, Sam never really wanted the apple pie life. I think Dean was the one who wanted a family, and normalcy - as much as that is possible with Castiel obviously.  I hear you say Sam went to college because he didn’t want to be a hunter. Well, I disagree. I think he went to college, because he knew he could, and he knew it would make John mad. I think he did it out of rebellion.  Why, you ask? Sam was always the one who was better at hunting. He was always more like John than Dean has ever been. Dean is portrayed as more violent but that has another meaning, which is a story for another time. Sam like hunting more as well, but he didn’t like hunting with John, because he was an abusive asshole, and Sam had the chance to rebel, to be selfish, because of Dean. Dean dropped out of high school to work, because he needed to provide for Sam. Dean tried so hard to be he perfect soldier for his dad, so Sam wouldn’t have to be. Dean worked all his childhood to create an environment for Sam where he had the option to be selfish, but Sam returned to hunting anyway, but it wasn’t for his dad. It was for revenge. Now, let me ask you; if Sam truly disliked hunting, if he really wanted to go to law school, wouldn’t he just have returned later? He could have, but he didn’t, because he does love it, just as his father did. And when Dean was in purgatory, he had a girlfriend, a dog, a normal life, but he didn’t even hesitate to get back to hunting when Dean came back. Dean though, Dean wanted the house, the family, the kids. And he tried to get it. But he got pulled back into the life and left Lisa because he had no other choice. And, most importantly, if Dean never went to get Sam in college, and Jess was never killed, his life would look the exact same. He would one day stumble across a ghost and get back into the life, and die of old age, with a blonde wife we know nothing about and a kid. 

I still have one tiny question.

Why the hell was John Winchester, abusive and absentee father, in heaven? Why? 

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Teardrop

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(Since this all kind of connects this is set before Prison Talk and after I Got You.)

“So you just had to get that shit on your face?” You ask your long time boyfriend Oscar as he sits across from you on the couch, just getting home after being gone for a full day, not a fan of his new teardrop tattoo,”Everybody in Freeridge knows who you are and what you do. Now anytime we go anywhere else people are gonna talk. You literally branded yourself and you don’t even care.”

“Well I don’t care, that guy had it coming.” Oscar replies coldly, not looking at you as he speaks.

“Okay, but I’m your girlfriend and I do care, when I moved in you promised to keep me safe. This doesn’t feel safe and maybe he had it coming but you shouldn’t shout it out to the world what you’re capable of.” You sigh,”It’s not a good look...every now and then you get these moments where you talk about getting out of this lifestyle, but how can I believe you when you go and do something like this.” You tell him as you stand up in disappointment,”I’ll follow you wherever Oscar, you know that. You and Cesar are my only family now, but don’t give me hope of a better life and then go fucking kill someone. Or better yet if you do, don’t fucking get another tattoo and boast about it.” You say.

“When I speak about that shit, I fucking mean it.” He says roughly,”But let’s be fucking real, it’s probably never going to happen, I’m going to be stuck in Freeridge just like everything else. So I did what I had to do, he’s better of dead. It was him or me and he was going to be more dangerous alive if I didn’t do something,”Haré lo que quiero(I’ll do what I want), what’s done is done so enough Y/N. I don’t want to hear you bitch anymore.”

You feel tears forming in your eyes, your lip quivering,”Fuck you, you asshole. Don’t talk to me like that.” You say, taking a deep breath after”You’re changing Oscar and it’s just a matter of time before you end up in prison for who knows how long...look I understand why you did what you did, but you’re acting like it’s no big deal and that’s what is scaring me.”

“You ain’t gotta be scar...” Oscar begins before you cut him off.

“Don’t tell me how the fuck I should feel! You don’t get to do that when you’re the reason I feel the way I do! Fuck you! Now I really can call you Spooky and mean it.” You say and grab the pillow off the couch, tossing it at him.

“What the hell?!” He shouts and blocks the pillow, letting it fall to the floor,”You’re acting fucking crazy!”

“Funny. You take someone’s life and I’m the crazy one.” You say as you wave your hand at him,”Just leave me alone, I’m done for today.” You tell him sadly,”Do whatever you want Oscar.”

He doesn’t reply as you turn around and head down the hall, you go straight into Cesars room glad that he was still sound asleep in his twin bed. He was only 8 and didn’t need to hear any of that conversation.

“Scoot over.” You say as you climb in bed next to him, lightly pushing him to the wall.

“Y/N?” He asks tiredly

“Yeah silly, who else? Do you care if I sleep in here tonight?” You ask him as you get comfortable anyway.

“No. It’s okay.” He smiles, a few teething missing and a few coming in,”Wait can you walk me to school tomorrow morning if I do let you?”

“Sure.” You tell him, you usually did but a few times you had to leave with out him since your senior classes started a bit earlier on certain days.

“Awesome, see you in the morning.” He smiles and snuggles into your side. Your drape your arm over his small frame and sigh softly, feeling the need to cry again but not allowing yourself too.

~

You were planning on heading to school after walking Cesar but decided against it. You were tired and just didn’t feel up to it. You make your way inside, Oscar still passed out on the couch in the same position you left him in this morning. He didn’t want to sleep in the bed with out you, it would be too lonely. You stayed a few feet away from him, watching as he fidgeted slightly,”Why are you staring me down?” Oscar mumbles as he opens his eyes before wiping the sleep away.

“I don’t know, I was just looking.” You reply back softly,”and thinking.”

“Come talk to me nena.” Oscar says and holds his arms out for you

You debate in your head for a few seconds before agreeing and walking over, setting yourself down on his lap and leaning your head on his shoulder,”I don’t want to fight with you Oscar.”

“Then let’s not fight.” He replies and gently places a kiss to your cheek,”We don’t even got talk about it any more.”

“I want it to be that easy, but our relationship only works because we talk about things. I didn’t mean for things to go that far yesterday, but you told me you were leaving for a simple drop off...and then you come back late at night with that on your face.”

“It was suppose to be a simple drop off, things got heated and I had to do it. He was talking mad shit and threatening everybody. I couldn’t risk it mami.” Oscar tries to justify

“I believe you and I’m not saying your a bad person, but I wouldn’t feel right in my heart if I told you I’m okay with what you did.” You explain,”It doesn’t change anything with us, but that’s how I feel Ozzy.”

“I understand. I just don’t want you to see me as just Spooky, that’s not all of me but he is who I have to be.”

“I don’t see you as just that. I was just heated and saying stupid shit.” You say with a sad smile,”I love you Oscar. All of you. Every single part, even the dark ones.”

“I’m doing what I gotta do for now. It may take a while, years even, but one day all this shit WILL be behind us. Te prometo( I promise).”

“One day.” You smile in thought, you knew the life you had signed up for with Oscar so it wasn’t right for you to try and stir up drama. You couldn’t help it though, how could any real girlfriend be okay with her man taking a life. Even a not so innocent one, it was scary thinking about it, but not enough for you to give up on him. You loved this ‘cholo’ with a teardrop tattoo way too much to run away.

[oscars-wifeyyy]

Chapter 13 (The Innocent)

It was back to school and Elizabeth’s last doctor’s appointment for her check up. It was a new year and junior year for her so she hoped that it would be one of the best. She found Monse and Cesar holding hands about to go downstairs so she caught up with them and walked next to them while Ruby, Olivia, and Jamal caught up and walked with them as well.

“It’s a new year,” Jamal said.

“And a new day,” Monse said with a smile.

“Finally, we can get back to normal,” Ruby said.

“Turner!” The football coach called out.

Lunch time came around and the crew was walking to find a seat and Jamal was freaking out, “guys! I have eyes on me,”

“Me too. post-shooting lookie-loos are out in full force,” Elizabeth groaned.

“Elizabeth, Ruby!” a girl called out. Elizabeth pulled down her shirt to show the gunshot wound while the girl took a picture, “thanks,”

“I don’t know how long I can take being Bullet Girl and Bullet Boy,” Elizabeth sat down at a lunch table.

“I just wanna get back to normal,” Ruby sighed.

“Normal?” Jasmine appeared, “Baby, you ain’t ever been normal! You got that special sauce flowing through your veins. And probably all over that juicy nalga,” Jasmine laughed while Elizabeth and Olivia tried to hold in their laugh, “Elizabeth said that I can sit with y’all,”

“Shoot, I forgot dessert,” Ruby tried to leave, but Jasmine wasn’t having any of it.

“Oh, you sit. I got you. Sugar free sweets for my super-sweet treat, coming right up!” Jasmine walked away.

“I’m sorry, but ever since my brush with death, I made a bargain with the big man. Or woman. Let’s just say the universe is gender neutral. But that part of the deal was to work on my karmic energy, be a better person so shit don’t go sideways,” Elizabeth explained.

“Couldn’t you choose to save the rain forest instead?” Monse asked.

“See? I knew this would be an issue,” Ruby said.

“Speaking of commitment, we need to make one. What are we gonna do with the cheddar? We need a plan of action ASAP. First thing after school, all-hands meeting. This kind of gouda can get ripe real quick. I’m not sure we can handle it if people start sniffing around,” Jamal said.

“Cheesy, but I like it,” Ruby said.

“Yes!” Jamal and Ruby fistbumped.

“Sorry, y’all keep me updated. I got a shift over at the restaurant today and I need the money,” Elizabeth shrugged.

The group nodded, “right now, the money as is makes us targets. We need to move quickly to wash the cash so we can use the money and help Cesar survive.” Monse added and Cesar agreed.

“Ok. So where are we meeting?”

“My dad’s coming home this afternoon,” Monse said.

“So we can’t do it at Monse’s and my house is pretty tense post big-debacle, and Cesar never hosts. So, Ruby, it’s you.” Jamal reasoned.

“No. Your mom doesn’t want me around,” Cesar said.

“Oh, my mom’s got a job all week, so we’re good. My house after school,” Ruby said.

Everyone agreed, but Elizabeth, “sorry, y’all. I got work after school, but let me know what you decide,”

After school, everyone went their separate ways and Oscar picked Elizabeth up at the next street, driving to the restaurant. The two talked about nothing in particular, just enjoyed the other’s company until they got to the restaurant.

“Thank, baby,” Elizabeth kissed Oscar’s cheek, “you’re probably going to be busy later so I can take the bus or call an uber,”

“Nah, if I am busy, one of your three Santos can pick you up,” Oscar scoffed, “you trippin’, you ain’t gonna use public transportation,”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, “whatever, estupido. I gotta go, bye,”

Elizabeth got out of the car and ran inside the restaurant, tying her apron strings behind her back, but the manager of the restaurant, Noah, came up to her, “Elizabeth, I need to talk to you in my office,”

“Ok,” Elizabeth hesitated going, but did it anyway, “what happened, sir?”

“It is to my understanding that you have suffered a gunshot wound,” Noah stated.

“Yes, sir,”

“Interesting. Well, seeing from where you are from, I am going to have to release you from this establishment. I don’t want any of your…” Noah grimaced, “gangs to come in here and destroy the reputation of this restaurant,”

Elizabeth was there, speechless, but a fire erupted in her as she started yelling, “are you frickin’ kidding me?! I am the hardest worker here and I do well from ‘where I’m from’. Now I see you for what you are. A typical white racist asshole who doesn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone else but himself, so no, I am not fired. I quit,” Elizabeth threw her apron at Noah and walked out. She saw Oscar still there so she jumped in his car, “let’s go home,”

“Que? Don’t you have work?” Oscar looked at her confused.

“No! I will explain it. Let’s just go!” Elizabeth seethed so as soon as Oscar started driving, she started talking, “Noah, the manager, fired me today because I got shot and he didn’t want any ‘gangs’ to ruin the reputation. That place doesn’t even have five stars on Yelp so reputation my ass,”

“What?” Oscar looked angry, “he fired you because you from Freeridge then?”

“Basically,” Elizabeth groaned, “Now I don’t have a job since Amazon is only a summer job. I have to find some job now,”

“No, you’re not. I got you,”

“No, Oscar. I am an independent woman that can handle her shit. I don’t need your money. Can we get tacos right now? I want to get some carnitas and carne asada tacos,” Elizabeth pulled her hair from the ponytail, “I can probably apply at the taco joint and at Dwayne’s, maybe,”

Oscar grabbed her hand, “bebe, you don’t need two jobs. Let me help you and ma out,”

“No. I got this. I can do this, I mean I’ve done this before. I can work weekends and after school, all nighters aren’t new to me, anyway. Less time with the squad, but that doesn’t matter,” Elizabeth rambled, “no, no. I got this, yeah,”

Oscar scoffed, but didn’t say anything until they got to Tio’s Taqueria. The two walked in and Marc Jimenez, the owner, walked out and greeted the Santos leader, “Hola, Spooky. What can I get for you today?”

“Let me get dos carnitas tacos y dos carne asada tacos,” Oscar nodded.

“Hello, sir. My name is Elizabeth Hernandes and I was wondering if I could maybe get a job here? I can help with anything at minimum wage,” Elizabeth shuffled her feet.

“Si, Elizabeth. My worker got deported not long ago so when can you start?” Marc asked.

“As soon as possible! I can work after school until closing every other day,” Elizabeth smiled.

“Muy bien. Spooky, it’s gonna be $5,” Marc said to Oscar, but Elizabeth jumped in and shoved a five dollar bill in his hand, “gracias, chica,”

“No. Give it back,” Oscar glared at Elizabeth, “I got you, Eli, so take your money and sit down,” Elizabeth stood her ground and glared right back, “fine. Take her money, I’ll make sure to tell a certain someone that you were planning to get two jobs. She won’t like that very much either,”

“Fine,” Elizabeth took back her five dollars and sat down at a table, “stupid boy thinks he can do all that shit,” a plan formulated in her head as she smirked and put the bill in her back pocket. Oscar sat down with her shortly after with the four tacos, “Thank you, Spooky,”

Oscar looked at her suspiciously, “what are you up to?”

Elizabeth looked up at him innocently, “what are you talking about, lovely?” Oscar scoffed, but still held a smile as he shook his head. Finally the two were done and on their way to Elizabeth’s place since Cesar texted her that he wasn’t gonna be in until night. The two settled in the living room, Elizabeth laying on top of Oscar as they lay across the couch, watching whatever was on until Elizabeth’s plan started in motion. Elizabeth looked up and started kissing Oscar enough to get him distracted and slowly put the five dollars in his front pocket.

They heard keys jingle through the front door so they scrambled to look normal, Elizabeth sat next to Oscar with her legs thrown over his as Oscar just sat with his arm around her. The door opened to reveal Leticia coming in with groceries so the two stood up and quickly helped her put them away, grabbing a couple snacks that she brought too.

“What were you guys doing?” Leticia asked the couple.

“Your daughter tried to distract me so she could shove five dollars in my pocket for the tacos I bought her today. Tell her to take it back,” Oscar held up the bill, “nothing gets passed me, amor,”

“Eli, get your money back right now,” Leticia said, “now, how was work?”

“I quit, but I got another one at the taco joint around the corner,” Elizabeth said.

“Why did you quit? I thought you liked working there,” Leticia questioned.

“Oh, nothing,” Elizabeth said as Oscar scoffed, “don’t lie, Elizabeth. She quit because the manager is racist. Talkin’ about bringing in gangs in the establishment or some shit,”

“Oscar!” Elizabeth yelled, “why did you snitch?!”

“Oh, you want me to snitch? Ok. Ma, Eli is going to get-” Oscar started, but Elizabeth covered his mouth, “Eli is going to bring home some tacos and barbeque once her new one job starts,”

Oscar pushed her hand away, “she’s getting two jobs. One at the taco joint y Dwayne’s Barbecue,”

“Elizabeth Hernandes, is that true?!” Leticia yelled.

Elizabeth began slapping Oscar, but Leticia took off her shoe and started hitting Elizabeth, “are you estupido? You are not supposed to be stuck here! You’re supposed to go to UCLA and get out, to get a better life outside of Freeridge! Don’t you dare get two jobs. I said I got the bills and things also stop hitting mi precioso,”

Elizabeth sat down on the couch, “wow, you love Oscar more than me. Ma, please. I want to help and I can stay up or do it during my electives and other classes because we all know I can ace it without even trying,”

Leticia sat down next to her, Oscar sitting on the armrest, “Mija, I am your mother. I am supposed to provide for you, not you provide for us. I will allow you to have these jobs, but I want you to use what you earned and go on a shopping spree or do something for you,”

“Thank you, mama. You do know I am still going to pay for some of the bills, right?” Elizabeth giggled as she hugged her mother.

“Oscar, talk some sense into this puta,” Leticia unwrapped Elizabeth’s arms from around her, “now, I am going to sleep. Buenas noches,”

“Buenas noches,”

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I Got Your Back - Part 2

Well I did get some attention. Also, I do have a sort-of-prequel to this story on Fanfiction called “An Owl of Gears,” though you don’t need to read that to understand this story.

Enjoy!

Part 2

Vinnie Dakota Time Traveler – Second Class Bureau of Time Travel

“Is that really what my hair looks like?” Dakota mused as he walked towards Block’s office. Sure, his curly mess of hair had grown in the last year, but he didn’t think it would look almost like an afro. Dakota shrugged and stuffed the badge into his jacket pocket. Even being promoted to Second Class didn’t seem like a big leap. Dakota already went through the trials and errors of being an agent-in-training. He previously felt the nervousness, excitement, and jittery glee at learning how to be a proper time traveler. Luckily, he had a great mentor. He would miss Morgan’s jokes, sarcastic nature, and constant need to punch him in the arm whenever he did something stupid.

Now, he had a new partner: Balthazar T. Cavendish.

What a man, that Cavendish. So immaculate in appearance. So proper and prim. So….utterly boring. Was it dumb luck or the universe just deciding to be cliché on purpose? Cavendish was Dakota’s polar opposite, a character foil. Sure, Dakota would enjoy poking fun at his new partner, seeing what buttons he could push to really tick off Cavendish. But Morgan was more than his mentor. She was Dakota’s closest friend in B.O.T.T., like an older sister to him. He wasn’t offended when she told him she wanted to do some solo missions. In fact, when they first met, she made it clear they were a temporary assignment so he could get a feel for the field. Dakota understood that, and the rookie tried to avoid getting close to his mentor.

Yeah, like that was going to happen.

Morgan, even with all her blunt turn-of-phrase and sarcastic sense of humor, treated Dakota with a sibling-like fondness. She taught him how to make use of his environment for any scenario. She instructed him on dozens of fighting styles with weapons ranging from ancient to futuristic. She pushed him and pushed him until he destroyed that voice in his head that doubted his ability to be a time traveler. She even shared his love for animals.

One of Dakota’s fondest memories with Morgan was when she took him back in time for a simple trip to the zoo. During a surge of conservation movements in the early twenty-second century, zoos were outlawed, and all animals deemed unfit for the wild were sent to reserves where they could live as freely as possible. But you can’t walk around or interact with animals on a reserve. Dakota appreciated the death penalties on poaching, the decline of demand for real furs, scales, and skins of critters in fashion, and the fact that more and more animals moved off the endangered species list every year. Still, throughout his childhood, he always wanted to pet a real otter instead of the toy he used to cuddle. Morgan made that dream a reality, and Dakota felt like a child again as he bottle-fed an otter pup in the twenty-first century zoo’s rehabilitation center. How could Dakota move on to a new partner when he already had a great one?

The day before he was to be introduced to Cavendish, Dakota shared one more intimate meal with Morgan, where they reminisced on their time together. Morgan even reassured Dakota about this transfer to a new partner.

“You’ll like him, Vinnie.” Morgan had said. “He’s a bit uptight. Very much a by-the-books kind of guy. But he’s stubborn and smart, and he knows his stuff. The two of you will make an excellent team.”

Had she not vouched for Cavendish, Dakota would have asked Block for a new partner by now. Still, they succeeded greatly so far. While Dakota crossed blades with a Roman vagabond, Cavendish (who knew better the ancient languages used in Alexandria) snuck into the library for the texts they were meant to save. Both Cavendish and Dakota managed to chase down a time juice thief on foot, and then engage in quick combat to bring the thief down. Saving Julius Cesar was one of Dakota’s favorites, though he could have done without the part where Cavendish was killed instead.

No. He wasn’t killed. I took care of that. Dakota reminded himself. It was a poison meant for Cesar. But even though they got rid of the cup of tainted wine, Dakota didn’t think that the entire bottle would be poisoned. He swiped it from the kitchen thinking he and Cavendish could toast to a great victory. Dakota did admit that he didn’t care for wine, but he figured Cavendish would appreciate the gesture.

Cavendish did indeed think it nice….until he took a drink and promptly choked on the poison.

After Dakota had freaked out a bit, cradling Cavendish’s body as he died, he did spend more time than he should have wondering what the heck he was supposed to do. His training said to simply bring his partner’s body back to B.O.T.T. and expect a new partner. Dakota didn’t do that. He burned Cavendish’s body so no one would find it. Then he hopped into his time vehicle and went back in time to prevent his partner’s death. Then there were two Dakota’s and one of them had to hide in the trunk of the time vehicle while the other Dakota helped Cavendish finish the mission and then the first Dakota had to hide until he and his future self could talk. They decided they did not regret saving Cavendish, and Past Dakota promised to stay in touch until he could find a nice, secluded place and time where he could hide out.

Dakota never told Cavendish what he did. Why would he? So the snitch could rat him out? Besides, it was a one-time thing.

“Hey Vinnie!”

Dakota caught sight of Morgan, and all thoughts on Cavendish dying left his mind. “Hey Morgan. Where you off to in that getup?”

Morgan huffed, fidgeting in her floor-length gown. She was dressed to the nines and looked miserable. She normally wore jeans, boots, a T-shirt, and a blazer, and always carried a small backpack that Dakota claimed to be magic since she could pull anything they needed from it (though Morgan always claimed she simply packed it well).

She answered Dakota’s question, “Some stupid upper-class party in the early twenty-first century. I guess I’m going to stop The Great Spider Threat of 2017. Weird. Anyway, I heard you’re going to be across town in the same time period: saving the rare Triton’s Amulet before it’s sold into the black market and destroyed.”

“Sweet!” Dakota punched the air.

“Go report to Block and get the details.” Morgan ordered. “And Vinnie?”

“Yeah?”

“Be friendly to your new partner. You two could be good friends if you let it happen.”

“Hey, I want it to happen. Maybe if Cavendish could loosen up, he could admit we’re friends now.” Dakota shrugged. “Heck, I haven’t used his first name since I met him.”

“He’ll get there.” Morgan assured. “Now run along.”

Dakota saluted to her and jogged off.

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Chapter 6

AN: Haven’t watched the new season yet. But unfortunately, I fell victim to spoilers and bitch…I’m not ready. Also, I’m not even going to talk about how late this shit is, I’m truly sorry. But hey, quarantine calls for major writing and catching up! Hope you enjoy!! The end, I know the saying is “Old habits die hard” But it kind of makes more sense what i have, whatever blah blah blah...ignore me! Enjoy and all feedback is welcome!!

DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING OF ON MY BLOCK. I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTERS, DAISY, JACKIE, MADELINE, AND ANDREW.

 Rollerworld. Do I think it’s real? Ehh kinda. So, I think that the robbery was real, and that Lil Ricky and some other Santos hid the money. But it’s still a little far-fetched. I mean if you think about it someone would've found the money by now. Right?

“So now Jamal has the boys roped into believing that the money is real. It’s stupid right?” Oh, that’s right, I was supposed to be listening to Monse.

“Yeah...yeah that’s crazy but Monse, what if he’s right?” Turning in my seat I connect with identical chocolate eyes. It’s strange, it’s like I'm looking in a mirror. “What if they robbed the bank, okay, then they hid the money so that only the chosen one can find it.”

“Not you too,” She sighed and threw her head back. “Jamal said the same thing. Someone called him the ‘chosen one’ and that he’d be the one to find the money.”  Strange.

“Anyways, what are you guys doing for Halloween? I hope y’all aren’t going out trick or treating-”

“I’m not ready to date Cesar!” Monse yells.

“Okay...”

“Did you not hear me?”

“Oh no, I heard you loud and clear.” Smacking my lips as I take a sip from my glass. “You said you weren’t ready to date Cesar.”

“Does that not surprise you?”

“No…”

“Well, why not?”

“Monse, you’re 14, nobody expects you to be in love. But there’s definitely something between you two.” Shrugging I get up to take our empty dishes to the kitchen.

“Definitely not in love…but how could I ever date a Santos? Cesar has changed, he’s not safe anymore.”

~~

“Let me be very clear Daisy, you will never be involved with a Santos. All they do is kill and walk around like they own the world, it’s too dangerous for you.”

“Just like the Prophets then?”

“Don’t, you know it’s not like that Daisy. The-”

“They’re all the same, the Prophets, the Santos, Bloods, Crips. They all walk around like someone owes them something. I’m not afraid of anything dad, I can handle myself.”

“Not when you’re carrying around one of those things. For goodness sakes Daisy, the guy that got you pregnant was just locked up and you’re just walking around here like nothing happened…”

“No,”

“I don’t want this life for you Daisy. You’re not going to make it. That baby is going to be raised om a broken home with no father. Things like this don’t end well. You and Oscar won’t make it Daisy.”

“JUST STOP!” A white porcelain plate fell to the ground in a million pieces.

“Daisy you need to calm down.” A very blurry Monte walks towards me slowly with his hands out in front of him, like he was trying to assist a wild animal.

“No, everyone goes on about my choices. What about yours and mamas. Both of you have made mistakes, but in the end both of you are doing just fine.” Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed like a broken stream. I fell to ground clutching my chest and before I knew it, I was wailing like a banshee. Strong arms wrapped around me, as I was pulled into a warm chest.

“It’s going to be okay baby, I promise.” Kisses were littered across my forehead.

~~

“Let me tell you something Monse. You can feel however you want to feel about anyone. Just know that whatever happens, it’s all on you. You’re old enough to know from right and wrong.” Groaning, my knees pop as I get from my kneeling position in front of Monse. “Date him if you want to, there’s nothing wrong with it. Just remember what the consequences are.”

“But you dated Oscar, were you never afraid he would put you in danger?”

“He never, not once, put my life in danger. I was his world.”

“Then what happened, why do you hate him now?” A loud click echoes through the now quiet and dimly lit living room, as I lock the dead bolt on the front door.

“Goodnight Monse!”

~~

HAllOWeEn

My favorite time of the year, trick or treating, decorated pumpkins, little kids in cute costumes, the eeriness of going out at nighttime, hauntings, and the spookiness of not knowing what lurks in the-

“BOO!” Dark. Yelping, I jump so hard that I manage to fling orange icing at the cause of my heart attack.

“Andrew, I really hate you!” my feet move before I could even think, I’m snatching paper towels and stomping over towards him to clean up the mess.

“Hey, well this is a big surprise. I didn’t expect to get hit with icing. Also isn’t today your day off?” He turns around once I finish wiping down his shirt, to hang up his black denim levi jacket.

“It is, well was, I decided to come in and give an extra hand.” Shrugging I move back to the bowl filled with icing and resume lathering the cake.

“Or are you avoiding a certain someone?” Here we go.

“Nope, I’m trying to do my job Andrew, and you’re slowing me down. So, shut up and stop it.” Not gonna lie, I was avoiding said person. I don’t want anything to do with him right now, but I feel it deep in my bones that I’m gonna end up with him tonight. A bell tinkled as the front door to the bakery opened.

“I say we go to Brentwood!”

“No, we don’t leave out the house tonight, I say we stay in and watch movies.” Glancing up I see Ruby, Jamal, Monse, and Olivia walk in and sit down at a corner booth.

“What’s wrong with going out?” Olivia turned her head to the side looking at Monse.

“Last year we got rolled up on. Not fun at all. But hey, scary movies are just as fun.”

“Let’s go to Brentwood.”

“I say we go out tonight, think we go somewhere different, -“

“Brentwood…”

“Brentwood, let’s go to Brentwood.”

“It is safer, bigger houses, that means better candy!” Monse enthusiastically replies leaning closer to Olivia. “But what about Cesar?”

“What about him?”

“Where will he be?”

“Riding in Oscar’s Impala, why does it even matter?”

“Just asking I thought it’d be good to include him; he is a part of the group.” The questioning went back and forth for a while, before they went on to tease each other. I slide the cake in the fridge to firm before heading to the front with cookies, and cupcakes and laying them on the table in front of them.

“I’m feeding y’all sweets before trick or treating, y’all better start loving me more.” I love you’s were quickly spread around the group.

“So, I guess you’re going out?”

“Do you wanna give us- “

“Hell no,” Laughing I turn around to check the checkout line. “I’m not getting mixed up in any foolery tonight, I’m staying in and handing out candy, but um good luck!” Walking into the kitchen I hang my apron and fetch my belongings.

“Someone let Maddie know I’m gone for the day!” I welcome the warm fresh kiss against my face as I step outside, I just smell trouble.

~~

For the rest of the evening I’m cleaning the kitchen, swiffering the floors, and dancing around to music when I get a knock at the door.

“Oh, my first trick or tr-eaters.” I all but run to the door just to be met with chocolate eyes adorned with a teardrop and white teeth.

“Trick or treat!”

“Sorry, I’m not handing any candy out tonight.” I try to close the door, but I’m met with force.

“Let me in Daisy, we need to talk.” Knowing he wasn’t going to leave until I follow his orders, I place the bowl on the accent table by the door and make my way back to the kitchen.

“How come every time you want to talk; it has to be on your terms? When I wanted to talk you weren’t up to it.”

He scoffs, “How come you didn’t want to talk all those years ago?”

“If you’re going to continue to bring it up then you can find your way back out my damn door,” Placing my hands on my wide hips. “Now, are you hungry?”

“Feed me mamacita, you know I’m always hungry.” Quickly I warm some leftovers, creamy shrimp Alfredo with garlic bread. Small talk was made as we ate, and trick or tr-eaters came and went. Everything was calm until Oscar got a weird text message.

“I gotta go!” He mumbles through clenched teeth.

“Woah, woah, what’s going on? Is everything okay?” Jumping up, I trail after him to the door.

“Cesar needs me.” I grab his arm and turn him to face me.

“What happened to him? Is he hurt?”

“No, but he and his friends crashed a pa- “

“Wait, he went with them tonight?” He nods, “I’m going with you and don’t try to stop me, Monse is with them. So, I’m going!” Within 5 minutes I’m perched in the passenger side of his red impala and we’re speeding to Brentwood. A large and warm hand is placed upon my thigh and that’s when I realized how bad I was shaking.

“They’re okay, no one is seriously hurt.” Yeah, that wasn’t very convincing. My fucking nerves are fried. His hand stays there the rest of the way. Brentwood is one beautiful neighborhood. For the rich. The kids come into view as he comes to a stop in front of some party, with a group of young boys standing outside. Before I can even think, Oscar is out and speed walking to the kid dressed up like a Cholo. Oh fuck.

“Spooky!” I yell as soon as I step out the car. He begins whispering and the poor kid starts shaking. Footsteps come rushing over when I hear a familiar voice call my name. I meet the halfway and carefully check everyone over before I return my focus to Oscar.

“What do you want?” I guess you don’t mess with anyone Oscar loves.

~~

We drop Monse off at dads, with the promise of me coming back to pick her up later, and everyone else at Ruby’s. Oscar comes back to my house to “make sure I make it back safe”.

“I’ll be okay Oscar, I promise. Plus, I’m going to get Monse in a bit.”

“I wasn’t going to hurt him.” Blowing air, I turn to face him.

“If he would’ve drew blood from any of them, would you have hurt him?” He looks me in my eyes, and I feel goosebumps rise as he starts moving towards me.

“I don’t like when someone messes with the people I love, or who they love.” One step backwards for every step forward.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I whisper as my back hits a wall. His hands immediately come to rest on my face.

“I’ll kill anyone who hurts my loved ones.” Soft lips fall upon mine, and before I know it my thighs are wrapped around his waist and we’re on our way to my bedroom. Well tonight didn’t go as planned. Especially once I end up underneath him. Bad habits die hard they say…and you Oscar Diaz, you’re my bad habit…

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SpongeGuy Reviews Every Disney Animated Show Ever!: The Proud Family (1.1): “Bring It On”

Could it be? A near perfect episode? YES. Let’s talk Proud Family (super fitting with the new season coming out soon).

The Proud Family was one of the original hits of The Disney Channel when it became it’s own thing in the beginning of the 21st century. In fact, it was for a while as big and as famous as the other big hit, Kim Possible, and it’s only really because of Phineas and Ferb’s quite earth shattering success that Proud Family feels like it was so long ago.

The show centers on Penny Proud (the Ronnie Anne lookalike in the pic) and her hard to deal with but still mostly loving family: Oscar Proud, the butt monkey dad, Trudy Proud, her no nonsense mother, Suger Mama, her even MORE no nonsense grandmother, and her baby sister and brother BeBe and CeCe Proud, not to mention a group of friends who are... Complicated, to say the least.

I hate to say it, but I never saw this as a kid (my country didn’t really air it, tbf, but still). Still, I used to play the games on the Disney site, and if my very positive views on the first episode stay, this is gonna be one of my favorites!

QUICK NOTE: While an argument can be made that certain moments between Oscar Proud and his mother and wife are not intended to be taken seriously, the fact of the matter is that he is abused by them physically and verbally all the time, and if it was the other way around, we would all be rightfully calling him out. Abuse is wrong both ways, so every time it features in an episode (and it does here) a point will be deducted from the characters score. I know this might seem odd for some, but i’m doing it anyway.

Now, onto the episode!

SUMMERY:  When a rich new family moves in next door to the Prouds, the parents hit it off right away, but Penny can't get along with their luxurious but vain daughter LaCienega, who tries out for cheerleading with Penny. When Penny makes a remark the she wants LaCienega out of her life, local bullies the Gross Sisters take it upon themselves to grant Penny's wish. After her friend Sticky brings word of the Gross Sisters' plan, Penny must decide between wanting the glory for herself or allowing her new rival a fair chance.

(Before we continue, I love the names in this show!)

COMEDY: 4 Out of 5

As I have said multiple times by now, comedy is subjective. It’s hard to judge it. Proud Family has a mixture of slapstick, verbal humor, character quirks, and sitcom jokes (and also one really weird joke we’ll get to). But most of them land! You may ask why? After all, many of the jokes here are ones we’ve all heard (except for the grandfather with the Cesar Romero Joker laugh from archival recordings because YES THAT IS A THING).

Well, this will pop up in the other segments, but it’s probably best to say it here: Atmosphere. The atmosphere of The Proud Family feels like if the color palate of Doug, the street sensibilities of Hey Arnold and the personality of Recess all came together to make this show a reality, and honestly, I’m very grateful! The jokes aren’t top tier, but I don’t mind, they become funny thanks to the vocal delivery and atmosphere, which is why Characters will also get a high score!

CHARACTERS: 4 Out of 5

Penny Proud is moe and likable despite her flaws.

...Was I supposed to say more?

Well, tbf, Penny isn’t the only character here: Oscar, despite the pain it is to view him, has a fun atmosphere to him too (Just imagine they all have that), Penny’s friends range from Lovable Alpha bitch to less lovable but still fun to see alpha bitch to kid who speaks in so much slang it is used for padding and it becomes funny to geek girl I may or may not ship with Penny for crackship reasons. Even when these characters are jerks, there is something likable and charming about them, which says a lot!

The rest of Penny’s family, however...

Look, Sugar Mama CAN be funny, but as stated before, she and Trudy ABUSE Oscar, so that’s all I’ll say about them.

Also I stan Joker Grandfather.

STORY AND HEART: 5 Out of 5

Originally I was gonna give a 4, but again, THAT ATMOSPHERE! The moral is a pretty interesting one: Not every person has hidden depths, sometimes a person is a jerk for  no reason, but that doesn’t give you the right to be that in return, and outside of that, it’s just fun seeing this story unfold, even when nothing  much happens. The pacing is very odd, but again, I like that it is! There’s just something about this one. Full of life, yet weirdly real, funny and charming with a lot of attitude, it’s just a joy to watch and I can’t wait for the next episode!

Also the theme song fucking SLAPS!

FINAL SCORE: 13 Out of 15 

This and Good Luck Charlie’s Pilot episode really have set a benchmark, this was how you do a Disney cartoon!

Next time we have... Well, we were going to do Jungle Junction (an obscure and crappy Disney Junior show), but since I can’t seem to find it anywhere and I have no money to buy it online, it seems like I’ll have to drop it and do Fish Hooks!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/194d3gsPrhlOsFPYsXU-lJirY4sWncrBl/edit#heading=h.gjdgxs (current rankings in here)

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Champagne Giggles

Park Jisung x Reader

Genre: Mafia!au, fluff

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: underage drinking, minor religion mentioned

Notes: This was definitely supposed to be posted early but college started again and I got busy. But here’s my take on the “Champagne Giggles” prompt for @neowritingsnet Summer Writing Fest. It’s not 100% to my complete satisfaction but my sisters urged me to finish and post it so here it is~

Lifting the glass of champagne up his lips, Jisung admired the painting that was held up for display before him. His eyes touched over every inch of the canvas, taking note of each brush stroke and the colors that were carefully blended together. While the colors were much more muted, having had faded away through the many years, the painting was still stunning.  

Many of the people around him gushed and fawned over the artwork but he simply kept quiet as a sudden idea popped into his head. Without a second thought, Jisung pulled out his phone from within is his suit jacket. Pressing the phone to his ear, he continued to casually sip at his champagne, eyes surveying the rest of the art hall. 

On the third ring, a loud voice answered back, “Yah, what do you want?” 

“Have you gotten Mark anything for his birthday yet?” Jisung questioned as he eyed the painting in front of him with a smile. “Because if you haven’t. I think I just found the perfect gift.”

“Ohhhh,” Chenle hummed, interested caught. But then pausing, he asked, “Wait. Aren’t you at that dumb art exhibit in Positano?”

“Yup. It’s not that far of a drive. You’re already in Italy.”

He was met with silence on the other line. Continuing to sip at his champagne, Jisung waited for the information to register. Not long after, he was met with a resounding, ‘ohh’ before it increased in both volume and pitch. Chenle’s words soon became inaudible as he continued to shriek and scream on the other line in excitement. “Oh man, this is going to be so much fun! I’ll see you soon. I knew Positano was a good option. ”

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Chenle had announced his presence with a hard clap on to Jisung’s back, startling him and nearly making him spill the champagne in his hands. Glaring the boy down, Jisung complained, “Give me a heads up next time when you’re going to do something like that!”

The orange haired boy simply shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Then turning his attention to the painting that Jisung was so invested in, Chenle whistled lowly. “Is that The Last Supper?”

“Nope,” Jisung replied. Then shrugging his shoulders in a similar fashion that the other boy had done before he added, “It’s about the closest you’ll actually get to the original one anyways. The real one would be harder to steal. Since it’s not just a painting but whole drywall that was painted on. Imagine trying to smuggle that out of anywhere.”

“Bummer,” Chenle pouted. 

“Hey, there’s literally only two copies of The Last Supper in the whole world. The important ones anyways. One painted by Cesare de Sesto, but that’s in Switzerland. And then this one, here, painted by Giampietrino.” 

Rolling his eyes, Chenle said, “I came here to help you steal a painting, not get a history lesson on it.”

“Yeah, well at least know what you’re even stealing, Chenle.”

“I came here to steal a painting for Mark’s birthday gift and that’s it’s literally the perfect gift for our Christian boy.” He grinned widely, eyes gleaming with uncontainable excitement. Leaning in closer he whispered, “So what’s the plan? Are two people enough to pull off this heist? Because the last time we tried to pull a heist off with the two of us, it didn’t end too well...”

Groaning at the memory of their failed heist in Austria, Jisung shook his head. “Please don’t remind me. That was one of the most embarrassing fails I’ve ever done in my whole life.”

“Trust me, I feel the same way too. That’s why I’m bringing it up, because I don’t want an incident like that to happen again.”

With a sigh, Jisung nodded. “Well, it would be ideal for there to be another person… but no one else is available. They’re all arriving in Italy tonight…”

Then as if the heavens above had heard their dilemma, someone suddenly came up behind the two of him, silent as a mouse, saying, “I can help.”

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You watched in amusement as the two boys jumped at the sound of your voice, their eyes blown into saucers as they stared back at you as if they were a deer caught in the headlights. 

Frantically waving his hands in front of him, the taller boy smiled awkwardly, “No, no. It’s okay. You didn’t hear anything.”

“Oh, but I heard everything,” you countered back with a smile. “And I want in.”

“We have no idea what you’re talking about…” The taller boy continued to stutter out. 

“We’re stealing The Last Supper for your friend right? You need a third person for the job and I can be that person.”

Just as the taller boy was about to open his mouth and protest again, the shorter one, countered, “How can we trust you?”

“You can’t,” you smiled back at them in amusement. “Well you can, but knowing you two, you won’t trust me one bit even if I prove my innocence and loyalty to you. But what I can do is buy the two of you some time and give you the blueprint to this entire building, how does that sound?”

You watched as the two of them share a look and a moment of silence passed before the taller one turned around and extended his hand out to you. “Pleasure to work with you. I’m Jisung.”

Wrapping your fingers around his, you gave his hand a small squeeze. “Hmm, I know.”

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After exchanging the basic pleasantries, the three of you ended up discussing the heist in some empty room of the art exhibit hall. Of course it was closed off to the public and locked but that was nothing too hard for Chenle to pick into. It was a basic lock, nothing fancy. So all that it took to crack it open was using the classic paper clip method. Child’s play, really. 

When the door clicked open, you weren’t even surprised. The moment that you had spotted Jisung hanging around in the art exhibit near The Last Supper for way too long, you figured he was planning something. And it became even more evident that he was full of mischief from the way that he kept glancing around the room, checking every exit and taking in all the securities in the room. Then came Chenle, who was a little too loud for such events like these. And when they huddled together, still standing before the famous replica, you had caught them. 

It was about time that something a little exciting happened around here anyways. You loved art but that didn’t mean that you could stand around all day and watch these paintings and not get bored. The two boys were the perfect distraction that you’ve been wanting all day long to happen.

With the building’s blueprints spread out on the table before them, you all began strategizing their game plan. 

“Okay, there’s a total of three main exits to the gallery room that houses the painting.” You pointed out as your fingers traced the paper. “But there’s also a private back door that only staff or security is allowed to use to leave. And there’s two vents directly above the painting that leads to the back exit.”

Nodding along as you spoke, Jisung commented, “So the vents are going to be our game plan. Where is the entrance and is there any security cameras?”

“The ventilation system is pretty basic, so it just cuts around the whole building in a loop. You can enter where you can exit. So you can use the back exit from the camera room to get in.” You told him. “As for cameras, you don’t have to worry about the main ones. I can handle those. The one that you will need to worry about is the hidden one out back. It’s out of range for me to control. A separate security company handles all of the ones outside.”

“I got it,” Chenle said with a smile, a dangerous glint in his eyes. 

“Then perfect!” Clapping your hands together, you pulled the blueprint from the table and began to roll it back up. “Sounds like an easy heist, no?”

“A piece of cake.”

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It truly was a piece of a cake. It was way too easy. 

Not to mention, it made the whole job a lot easier since the exhibition hall was now closed for the night with only the hall’s manager and two security guards patrolling.  

It barely took five minutes for you to disable all of security cameras within the building and subbing blank recording over it. And it took Chenle less than five minutes to break past the firewalls and take charge of the cameras outside of the building. 

Giving Jisung and you a thumbs up, Chenle grinned brightly, “Let’s get this.”

Next thing you knew, you were crawling in the hot vents, sweating buckets as Jisung led the way in front of you. Chenle had used his magic and managed to shut down the entire air conditioning system so that you and Jisung could crawl through the vents. But with no air blowing, it was extremely hot and suffocating in the vents. 

You had changed out of your evening dress into a set of spare work clothes you had in your locker, consisting of a pair of black pants and polo shirt. Meanwhile, Jisung didn’t have that kind of luxury and was crawling through the vents still in his suit. How the boy was doing that and still living and breathing? You didn’t have a single clue because it was hot as hell. 

Within your earpiece, you listened as Chenle continued to give you both live updates on any movement in the cameras. “Coast is cleared. When you hit the next section, take the left vent and it’ll lead you directly right above the air vent of The Last Supper.”

“This is as easy as taking candy from a baby.” Jisung muttered in front of you. Then turning around to face you, he asked, “Why don’t you guys have better security around here? I mean you guys are housing some of the world’s most priceless pieces of artwork. You would think security would be more than than two lousy, lanky security guards.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you said, “Couldn’t tell you. I’m just the receptionist here.”

“Also, they really did not do a good background check on you if you’re up here climbing through the vents to help some random strangers steal a piece of artwork.” Jisung smiled before adding, “You’re completely over qualified to be a receptionist.”

“Why thank you. And I say the same thing every time someone argues with me over the prices of our exhibition tickets.” You laughed. 

In the short amount of time that you had met Jisung, you found that he was even more of a sweetheart than expected. He had the cutest nose scrunches and he had the prettiest eyes. Each time that he would smile or laugh, his eyes turned into cute, moon shaped crescents. And it was simply adorable. He was nothing but a stuttering mess at first but the moment he had warmed up to you, he wouldn’t stop talking. Not that you minded anyways. 

Snapping you out of your thoughts, Jisung tapped you on your shoulders, handing you the flashlight as he did so. “Alright, we’re here.”

True to his words, as the both of you looked down through the grate of the vents, you saw the painting in all of its glory. 

Carefully unscrewing the vent’s opening, Jisung lifted it, setting the piece of metal to the side. Then tossing you the rope, he told you, “Hold on tight. I may have eaten a slice of pizza too many before coming here.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you wrapped the rope around your hands and anchored it to the vent. “I’m sure I’ll manage, pizza boy.” 

For a boy his height and statue, Jisung swung down from the vents with ease. He was in his element one hundred percent just as Chenle was when he hacked into the security cameras. 

Jisung was barely halfway down the vent when Chenle’s voiced began yelling in your earpiece. “Oh crap! The manager’s coming back through for some reason! He’s moving from his office and heading in the direction of the exhibit hall. Eta four minutes.”

Yanking on the rope gently, you urged Jisung to move quicker. “You heard Chenle right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jisung waved his hand dismissing your distressed call. “I got this. We’ll be gone before his hand touches the door handle.”

“Well at the rate that you’re going, I don’t know about that.” As the words left your lips, Jisung had already reached the painting. 

Jisung sent you a smug smile over his shoulder as he pulled on the rope, his hands grasping the painting with the sound of Chenle’s frantic talking coming from your earpiece. “You guys need to get out of there asap. The manager is literally twelve steps away from the door.”

Mustering as much strength as you could, you began tugging on the rope, grasping it tightly with both of your hands. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as your heart thundered within your chest. The thrill was too much and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud in excitement. 

“Oh my gosh, stop laughing and get out of there before he comes in!” Chenle screeched loudly, his breath coming out unevenly in your ears. The poor boy was nearly on the verge of hyperventilating. “Five more steps!”

The both of you were barely able to keep your laughter to a low volume when you finally pulled Jisung back up into the vent and quickly shutting the air vent’s door as you did so. 

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The moment Jisung opened the vent’s door to the camera room, Chenle was already on his feet and unhooking all the wires from his computer, packing up at the light of speed. Chenle was nothing but a blubbering mess as Jisung helped you down from the vent, along with the painting in hand. 

“They’re outside, right in the back. I completely disabled all the cameras for the next two minutes and thirty six seconds. And we have exactly one minute and forty five seconds before the manager comes barrelling in here to check the tapes once he notices that the painting is gone.” 

Quickly tossing Jisung the screwdriver, Chenle added, “Screw the vent back on. Grab everything and lets go.”

You watched with immense fascination at how fast the two boys cleaned the place up, making it seemed like no one was ever in the room in the first place. Within seconds, the room looked spotless and Jisung grabbed you by the shoulders, pushing you out the door. When the three of you stumbled out the door, a sleek, black limo was already waiting out back. 

There wasn’t much time to fawn over the car as Chenle yanked the door open and ushered you all inside hurriedly, glancing over his shoulder nervously. But the moment that the three of you made it safely inside the limo, stumbling in as a mess of lanky limbs and a huge oil painting, Chenle broke out into a high pitched laugh. Cheering loudly, he banged on the divider and told the driver to take it away. 

Besides you, Jisung couldn’t help but send a huge smile your way before reaching across and giving Chenle a loud high five, the impact echoing in the car. Then sharing a look, the boys made eye contact for a brief moment before they turned their attention to the other person in the car. “Happy belated birthday Mark!”

A young man dressed to the nines in his deep burgundy suit, who was no more than a couple years older than you, shook his head, smiling and said, “You guys are completely unbelievable.” Then passing each of them a flute of champagne, he toasted, “Here’s to another successful heist you wild kiddos.”

[creativenicocorner]

5, 10, 19?

Aaay! Thank you so much!! @dreamcrow

5. What’s a crackship you love?

As a crack ship gfdkgsd oh man, my heart is set on Blinky/Strickler on that one ahaha. I already adore whatever dynamics they have together on screen - or even when referencing one another!! And honestly I think they’d make great friends!! Heck they could bond on Roman pennies, and mechanical engineering (seeing as Blinky helped build Jim’s Vespa, and Strickler made a super accurate replica of Merlin’s amulet) and don’e get me started on the quick witted beautiful back and forth they’d have

Once tried writing a Good Omens AU with all this in mind, but never quite had the energy to finish it. Let’s face is the two of them have great Aziraphale / Crowley energy haha  

10. Mutual pining or enemies to friends to lovers?

Oh man oh man, mutual pining. It leaves so much potential open!! Heck even the enemies to friends to lovers could happen within the umbrella of mutual pining (especially if one of the two isn’t ready to admit to their pining -wink- ) 

That and I’m just a sucker for two people being so equally into one another but just, not quite having the confidence to learn how the other feels. It’s so juicy and can be played oh so deliciously in so many fun ways!

19. What’s your favorite character head canon?

Weeeell there’s certainly one HC I’ve been hinting at for quite some time and have been meaning to make a proper post about - but here is what I’d like to call the Meat and Potatoes (super lean edition) of the Etruscan Strickler HC ヽ(o♡o)/

(please keep in mind I’m not a qualified historian, or anthropologist, or archeologist - but an avid lover of history )

So the Etruscans and the peoples of Etruria have been around for a loooong time, in fact there are some who believe the Etruscan language is one of the building blocks of many italic languages. And for a good amount of centuries they thrived! 

Then Rome happened, which was perhaps inevitable seeing as they were on the same peninsula - and because of that the size of Etruria changed depending on which century map you’re looking at. And although at some point Etruria spanned from Umbria to just grazing into the region of Lazio - its biggest consistent chunk existed in what we know today as modern Tuscany.

Because of this I should perhaps make it clear that I believe Strickler came out through the fetch after 32BCE during the already decline of the Etruscan language (in which Etruria is already absorbed and occupied by the Roman Empire). In fact by then only a select few, unless they were Etruscan, knew the language Marcus Terentius Varro for example, the Roman Emperor Claudius (though he probably learned it from his first wife, Plautia Urgulanilla who is believed to be Etruscan).

Now I hear what you’re probably thinking: But his/ his familiar’s name is Waltolomew Strickler? That’s not very Latin sounding for a name. 

 And you’re absolutely right!

However, Etruscans (despite occupation and absorption into the Roman Empire - and more so before) were known to be seafaring, trade was very important from Egypt to what we know today as the Greek islands and to the northern coast. Import and export was important and (as well as fighting pirates, but that’s a very fun wiki rabbit hole to fall through another time haha), and with trade comes awesome exposure to other cultures and other peoples from that culture! 

Case in point the vague similarities and non similarities between certain deities between the Roman Greek and Etruscan Pantheon! Of course each pantheon has its own variants and deities that don’t exist in another pantheon, as well as different takes on certain heroes i.e the Greek Heracles, and the Etruscan Hercle -which through a lot of found art, is perceived to be a very popular hero for a number of reasons. 

I could also go into the account of Etruscan soothsayers being well praised even by Cicero - but that’s another rabbit hole for another time - as well as a reason I like to indulge in the fact that Strickler can come across as rather superstitious at times! 

But I’m getting off topic XP TRADE we’re talking about trade, and it was important be it Egypt to the Balkans 

And with that in mind it isn’t impossible for a Northern Germanic man to fall in love with an Etruscan woman.  

1) women were treated far better in Etruria, as opposed to Rome and Athens. In fact Romans thought they were more promiscuous because of how freely and equally they were treated. 

 2) Germanic tribes treated their woman on a similar level of equality. 

 3)   As a culture of partnership, heck we are still discovering more and more about the Etruscans but we can make educated guesses through their sarcophagus covers (the reclining lovers and so on). This celebration of life lived even in the face of death. 

Very on brand Strickler imo, and if we from history can see how they treated marriage in death we can assume how marriage was treated in life. As loving and equal as possible. In short Strickler grew up with that respecting women juice (at least compared to Roman and Athenian standards) 

So name wise, Waltolomew Strickler can come from the Norther Father’s name. Vel for short, as names beginning with ‘w’ aren’t very common in Latin, Etruscan, or Italian. In fact if you go to Italy today and introduce yourself as idk, William -  there’s a good chance they’ll pronounce William as [Vee-lee-am]. 

However in Latin the use of ‘v’ often replaces the ‘w’ and ‘u’ sounds. u = v and a double u = vv (aaay get it?) And just like that a VValtolomevv is named haha

Enter the name Vel slowly over time becoming Walt over time. I could go on for paragraphs, but I know I explained the whole congnomen thing in Terpsichore, I’d have to re-check and I fear this is already getting…ah…crazy long so I’ll try and wrap it up ^^’’

Initially the real Waltolomew was supposed to be left in the woods to die at the mercy of nature because it didn’t look like the infant wouldn’t survive anyways, but when they went back to check in the woods to find who we know as Strickler the host family Strickler saw it nothing short than an auspicious miracle of the gods, or that their child managed to strike a deal with Vanth (a death god), there’s a lot of theories between the family members to try and explain how Walter’s survival is possible - but all the same Waltolomew is raised in a rather loving family!  

There’s the quiet and slightly distant Northern Father (who is occasionally homesick) and mainly tends to the olive grove. The Mother that settles the finances. The Uncle that runs shipptrades and sells the family olive oil. And, of course, The Grandmother who is very proud of living Etruria thank you very much, openly mocking romans, quick with an opinion, morally gray, with a sparkle of mischief - and someone who pretty much elbowed her way into the very serious child Waltolomew’s heart in such a way the changeling wasn’t sure if she knew his secret or even cared! 

Eventually Roman payments became too steep, the Northern Father racked up a bit of debt and was sent into the army…the Northern Father never returns presumed dead in action. The resentment of Romans grows even more in the Strickler household because of this. 

Which is one of the reasons why later in life Stricklander chooses to occasionally pass as ‘British’ aka one of the peoples the Romans couldn’t occupy and conquer, as opposed to siding with a people who absorbed the population of his home peninsula that would later be known as Italy.

 In fact I believe after being forced to work at Hadrian’s wall (which was a laughable failure, although as a Cesare Hadrian was well praised), and returning to find his host family home repossessed by Romans Walter would flee to Gaul (another location where Romans couldn’t conquer).

It wouldn’t be long until the Romans called on a 13 ½ year old Waltolomew to enter into the military just in time for the Hadrian’s Wall debacle. Where Waltolomew grows a respect for the peoples of the British isles for being able to hold off Rome for so long and so much. Afterwards he returns to the peninsula to find his home repossessed by Romans, his grandmother having passed, and his mother and uncle closer to the port and not doing so hot. This spurns Strickler’s dislike for Romans more, an incident occurs, and Waltolomew flees to Gaul (another area famous for being able to hold off the Romans), but this time to join the Gumm-Gumms 

More on that another time cause ooo boy this is a long response XP I’m sorry this got so out of hand!! 

I wanted to add my thoughts as to why and how I came to the conclusion of this HC but like I said this response is crazy long already so I’ll keep it short (for now) to: That classic ‘Roman Nose profile’ of his, the pale olive skin tone, the vague roman/greek helmet he has in his office, how his Italian VA did not do an English accent in the dub, and - uh, well, I like the idea of it haha

Oh! And here’s a picture of a supermarket outside of Sarteano named ‘Etrusco’ Look at that lil face! It probably doesn’t mean much, but it does spark joy haha

Thank you so much for your questions!! I deeply appreciate it!!♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)