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adventuringblind · 1 year

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Church Girl

Oscar Piastri x Autistic!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Request: no (check masterlist for request status)

Summary: Church has a tendency to make people feel unwanted. When reader goes to visit her family, they convince her to go with them to the place she’s trying to forget. Good thing Oscar is there with her.

Warnings: toxic religious folk, religious trauma, creepy old men, panic attacks

Notes: okay so this goes out to my neurodivergents who were stuck in a church that didn’t understand them with peers who made them feel like they were an alien, adults who were always asking the wrong questions and judging their clothes, and were forced into the stereotypes they wanted you to fit in. Fire Drill by Melanie Martinez was on repeat while writing this.

This is loosely based on true events

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Summer break is here which means it’s time to go visit family. She and Oscar board the plane to her home country, all smiles and laughs.

She’s missed them since being away. Her family hasn’t always understood her, but she loves them dearly.

When they arrived they were greeted with hugs and questions about the trip.

At the dinner table that night, Oscar was quick to realize that he didn’t fully realize how religious his girlfriends family is. It seemed to be their favorite topic.

The girl next to him was struggling with the conversation and he could feel her stimming under the table. She’d talked about her church experience a little with him. He didn’t want to push her so he didn’t know the full extent of everything that happened. He recalls her mom having to put up with some horrible people and the tears over how it hurt her to see her mom so broken in a place she should feel loved. How her sister felt she would never be good enough for their expectations. How her dad uses is to control them sometimes.

And yet they’d convinced them to go with. Well- more like she was trying to please and wants to spend time with her family.

In the lonesome of their room that night, she collapsed into him.

“I think I might vomit.”

He simply hold her. “Do you want to talk about it? We can always say we changed our minds.” He suggests. His attempt at reassuring her futile as she panics more.

“The people there judge so critically. It didn’t help that I was weird to kids my age and mature enough for the adults to ask me why I’m showing my shoulders because they’re a distraction.”

Oscar hums in understanding. Carful not to interrupt her explanation but still show he’s listening.

“They say it’s a stereotype, but it’s true. I’ve been teased and looked down on and made out to be over dramatic. My old youth pastor used to talk to my mom about my ‘behavior’ and how I argued with him to much. Then I yelled at him for getting in my personal space and saying things an adult should never say to a child, in my opinion. I was constantly told I talk to much about the wrong things and not enough about the right.”

Though Oscar’s shirt is getting wet, he doesn’t care. Her more harmful stimming habits are showing as he’s determined not to let that happen. She plays with his fingers instead. “I can’t do it Jack.”

The endearing nickname alerts him this is serious. He didn’t know how far this trauma had been rooted inside her. No wonder she struggles with her self-esteem, she was told her entire life she’d never measure up. She’d endured hours of countless awkward conversations and events she couldn’t wait to leave.

The worst part is that he knows it’s why she apologizes for everything. It didn’t matter how much she tried to look ‘normal’ she couldn’t get it right and people were mad at her for it.

“I will leave it up to you, but say the word and I’ll have us out of here in an hour.”

Oscar had half a mind just to feign sickness and tell them they can’t go. The girl pacing the room had yet to get dressed or pull the plug and say she doesn’t want to go.

“I say wear something comfortable and scandalous.” He leans back on the bed with a smirk.

“Since when are you so evil? And are you crazy? I’d get eaten by judgmental stares.”

“Let them stare. You deserve to be comfortable in whatever you wear without feeling judged and preyed on.”

They took a separate car from her parents. Partially because they wanted to leave early, mostly because in case of emergency they had an escape vehicle.

He could feel her trying to self soothe in the passenger seat. She’d finally settled for her favorite pair of pants and his sweatshirt. Comfort clothes for a hard situation definitely seemed like the best option.

He held her hand as they walked to the front door and stopped right outside. “Remember you’re not stuck. We can leave anytime you want.” She nods her head appreciatively, then they step through the doors.

He felt like the were underdressed. Which is an absolutely ridiculous notion because it’s eight in the morning and he’d rather be asleep. How these people look dressed for a ball at this hour is beyond him.

Oscar spots her family amongst the sea of people and weaves them into their vicinity.

“Y/N, hi! How are you? It’s been so long!” Chirps an elderly woman who awkwardly embraces the girl. She’s still as a board and yet the lady doesn’t get the hint.

“I’m alright.” She smiles politely.

“And who’s this young man?”

“My boyfriend, Oscar.”

He reaches out his hand to her and she shakes it. “It’s nice to meet you.” He offers his media coached smile.

“Oh are you two planning on settling down? Having kids?”

She shuffles awkwardly looking for a response. She hates invasive questions like these. Now would normally be where an inappropriate joke about Lando practically being their child would go but she thinks that might be wrong. But what’s even right in this situation?

“Not currently. I travel for work majority of the year so it would be difficult to start a family.” She’s grateful Oscar knows to manage conversation.

“Oh well… that’s to bad.” Then the woman shuffles away.

“I told you it’s bad.”

“I see your point. Did you know her?”

“No but apparently everyone is allowed to talk to you like that even if you just know a persons name because we’re a ‘church family’.

As they wait for the service to start, they pass the time by people watching. Snickering at the obvious fake smiles and perfect families people show off on Sunday mornings.

They are rudely interrupted by a male probably in his forties. “Excuse me, I have got to ask, are you two siblings?”

He must be newer, she thinks to herself, it’s not like she’s been gone that long. She shakes her head at the man, one hand in Oscar’s the other inside the sweatshirt pocket. “No sir, we’re dating actually.”

“That’s a real shock. He’s a keeper if that’s how you dress all the time and he still chose you.” His comment is directed at her. The social analysis kicking in. Is this sarcasm? Or maybe a joke she doesn’t get? Is he being serious?

“What do you mean by that?” Oscar is quick to ask back. Again, saving her from most likely saying something she shouldn’t.

“Most guys enjoy when a girl wears appropriate female clothing. I’m just saying she’s lucky to have you if this is what she wears all the time.” He eyes her up and down. “Would be prettier in a dress I reckon.”

“Nope. She’s pretty in everything she wears.” Oscar is dragging her off in the opposite direction before turning around. “Also, sir, I’m the lucky one.”

The service is long and boring. The two pass notes back and forth like they are in high school. Though they aren’t necessarily trying to hide the fact they are doing it.

When it’s over, they quickly tell her parents they are heading out because truthfully, the girl is in the verge of a meltdown from the over stimulation.

They get almost to the door before being stopped again by the last person she wanted to ever see again. Her old youth pastor.

“Y/N! I didn’t think you were ever coming back!” He goes to hug her but she steps back. Almost using Oscar as a barrier. “Awe don’t be like that.” He pouts.

“We were actually just heading out.” Oscar steps in. He didn’t like how the man is eyeing her. It’s uncomfortable for him and even more so for her.

“And you are…?”

“Oscar, her boyfriend.”

A look of shock spreads across his face. “That’s gooier to hear. I didn’t think she’d ever find someone.” Oscar doesn’t hesitate to use his sarcasm and over expressive facial expressions as he feigns curiosity.

“Why’s that?”

“I could never get her to shut up about things that weren’t important. And after the lengthy discussion we had with the board about her argumentative attitude with her male superiors, I just thought it would never happen.”

She didn’t tell him about that one. Oscar can see out of the corner of his eye how her head drops in shame. He doesn’t let go of her hand. “So you work with kids but when one doesn’t act the way you want you take to abusive behaviors? Glad to see a church full of people who are supposed to be loving are letting their youth get hurt by adults.” He says launder then necessary, but it gets his point across because people heard him.

He turns in his heels and places a protective arm around her waist as they walk to the car.

He knows she’s overstimulated, so he tries lets her go at her own pace when they get back to her parents house. The spare key still in the same place it’s been for years, so no need to wait outside.

In the safety of the room, she latches herself onto the Aussie. “I’m sorry.”

He holds her and does his best to soothe her. “You’ve nothing to apologize for. Those people are sick, I swear. I’m sorry you had to go through all that.”

“That meeting was the worst day of my life. Sitting in a room with a bunch of older men telling me how to behave. They made some jokes that they shouldn’t have and told me I’d never have a good life if I kept acting like I had been.” She’s wailing now.

Oscar can practically hear his hear shatter. How could people be so ignorant and blind?

“They said that my autism isn’t an excuse and that I need to try harder. Then they said maybe one of them can take me under their wing and show me how to treat a man right. I was barely eighteen.”

They spent the night like that. Her crying into his shoulder and him trying to calm her down. She fell asleep in his arms and he didn’t have the heart to move her and risk waking her up.

He couldn’t fathom someone telling her her brain being different means she’s not good enough. It’s what makes her unique in his eyes. How could someone not love the way her eyes light up when she talks about those interests that she never gets tired of. How her honesty and ability to stand her ground make conversations with her never dull.

Oscar leans down and kisses her head. “I don’t care who says you aren’t good enough, they are lying. You are for more then enough and I feel so special that you love me and are willing to share those pieces of yourself with me.”

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wintersoldierslover · 2 years

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my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series - two-parter

40s - The Winter Soldier - Avenger - TFATWS

dbf!bucky - brother’s bff - bff’s brother

neighbour - housewife reader

lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard

priest bucky - college

football player - hockey player - boxer

professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop

coffee shop - soulmate - royal

other AUs - taboo

moodboard - deactivated:(

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova

Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange

Frank Castle - Matt Murdock

Moon knight - Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter - Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler - Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derry Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

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mercyreg · 6 months

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About Me ! 💕

⌈ Personal ⌋

⇒ Name - Mercy !!

⇒ Age - Adult

⇒ My Birthday - March 14th

⇒ Pronouns - He/They

⇒ Sexuality - Pansexual

⇒ Country - United States Of America

⇒ Timezone - EST

⇒ Tag - Rants or any extra chatting is always tagged Mercy Merci!

⌈ Extra ⌋

⇒ Fun Fact ? - I actually do Karting !

⇒ Unique Fact ? - I am Trilingual! English, Spanish, and Working on Mandarin.

⇒ Favorite Drivers (F1) - Lance Stroll, Oscar Piastri, Checo Pérez

⇒ Favorite Driver (F2) - KIMI ATONELLI !!

⇒ Favourite Songs - “It’s You - Ali Gatie” , “Hide - Juice WRLD” , “Spotlight, Nuts, Life Is Beautiful, Starshopping - Lil Peep” , “Sunflower - Rex Orange County”

⇒ Favourite Artists - Lil Peep, Billie Holiday, Eminem, The neighbourhood, Chase Atlantic, Juice WRLD, Girl In Red, Melanie Martinez, Hozier, KMFDM, Rob Zombie, ICP

⌈ Fandoms ⌋

⇒ Main Fandoms - F1, F2, F3, Harry Potter, Fallout New Vegas, WWE, and WCW.

⇒ Minor Fandoms - DBH, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and Thousand of others

⇒ Kinnies - Max Verstappen, Oliver Wood, Ron Weasley

⇒ Ships - STROLLONSO , Lance x Checo, Perciver, Charlos, Lestappen, Maxiel, Ronville, Johnlock, Reed900, Appleradio, + more

⌈ Writing ⌋

⇒ Rules - Don’t ask for anything weird, Be respectful and don’t be shy!

⇒ What I will write - Headcanons, Fluff, Angst, Smut, x readers, ships, platonic ships, Anything that’s reasonable

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⇒ Dm’s - Always open

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marwritesgood · 3 years

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Happier | O. Diaz

Pairing: Oscar x Martinez!Reader

Timeframe: Season 3 - 4

Summary: She loved Oscar enough to want him to be happy, even if it was with someone else.

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A/N: Still very much in denial about what happened to Oscar, so we're gonna just pretend it never happened in the first place haha

It was a good thing she could barely sleep that night. Y/n tossed and turned but no matter how hard she tried, there was no chance of her getting any rest. Not when her best friend was out on a mission to kill a gang boss and there was no telling when he would be back.

Hoping to ease her worries, Y/n got out of bed and headed for the kitchen, hoping a glass of water would calm her nerves. She was halfway through filling her glass when there was a loud knock at her door. Cautiously, she approached the door with one gripped tightly around one of her abuelita's chanclas, ready to use it if she needed to.

After opening the door, she let out a sigh of relief. It was no robber trying to break in and rob her home. It was just Oscar. Battered and bruised beyond recognition, but she knew that face and that stiff posture anywhere. Immediately, Y/n looped one of his arms around her shoulders and helped him hobble over to the nearest chair.

They spent the next hours chugging away at her abuelita's hidden stash of liquor as Y/n bandaged and stitched him up. By the time she got to dealing with the several wounds on his arms, she could feel Oscar's eyes watching her closely.

Her hand trembled, he noticed. She was trying her best to stay steady and fix him up quickly, but it was clear she had been shaken up. Y/n was facing down, her eyes averted from his, but Oscar knew she was getting teary. Every time he winced in pain, she jumped.

"Stop worrying."

Oscar's voice was smooth and gentle. He intended to calm her down, to assure her that the worst was behind them and that he was ok. However, from the way she shot up and furrowed her brows, it was clear she could not be so easily convinced.

"I'm not," Y/n defended.

"You have that look in your eye," Oscar stated, the corners of his mouth perking up as he pointed it out. He took pride in the way nothing could get past him, especially when it came to his best friend.

"Yeah, well, it's never been this bad," she argued.

Y/n had her fair share of endless nights bandaging Oscar up when he showed up at her door after a job or a scrap with another gang member. However, none compared to his injuries that night. He had just barely escaped death and Y/n was not oblivious to it.

"I'm fine, Y/n," he assured, chuckling at how cute she was when she kicked up a fuss about him. Hardly anyone did that besides her.

"And what if you weren't?"

While she treasured how confident her best friend was, particularly when it came to surviving jobs, she was concerned he had grown accustomed to treating his life like a monopoly.

"We don't ever have to find out," Oscar answered, meeting her gaze. She kept looking at him as if she was scanning his expression for any trace of doubt. "Don't worry about me."

Any other day, Y/n would have happily challenged him. However, that night she was exhausted. And, in all honesty, just relieved that her best friend managed to come home in one piece. Thus, she decided to save that argument for another day.

As Y/n began stitching a long gash along Oscar's forearm, he noticed how bare her clavicle was. Normally she wore the silver pendant she had gifted to her, on her quinceanera, on a thin chain around her neck. However, it was missing.

"Where's your necklace?"

Y/n was startled by his question and mindlessly lifted her hand to her chest, her fingers grazing over the place her treasured necklace once sat. Remembering what happened to it, she pursed her lips and went back to stitching his arm.

"The twins broke it," she explained quietly, not giving any further thought.

While she was still bitter Luisa and Luis snapped her pendant in half during one of their raids through her room, Y/n had far more pressing matters to attend to.

"What are you gonna do now?" She asked quietly.

With Cuchillos gone, Oscar was faced with a significant decision. He could either stay in los Santos and in Freeridge, or he could take the opportunity in front of him and carve an escape route.

He did not need any more time to ponder his answer. Oscar has spent the entire drive back to Freeridge mapping his exit plan out in his mind.

"I wanna get out," he answered.

"Out of los Santos? or Freeridge?"

"Both."

Y/n was surprised. She always knew he wanted out, but considering how long of a history he had with their block and with his gang, she knew better than to hold out hope he would go.

"Hold still for me," she whispered, as she held up an alcohol-soaked cotton ball to the open wounds along the side of his cheek.

Oscar tried his best not to move. However, as Y/n inched closer to him, he because ultra-conscious of close her face was to his. He watched as she focused on his cut and found himself smiling at how pretty she looked. Even in the dimly lit room in her family home.

It had only been a few days since he set off to deal with Cuchillos, yet he only just came to realise just how badly he missed her.

Perhaps it was the liquor, or all the blood he lost dragging himself all the way back to her doorstep. Or maybe it was years of repressed feelings finally coming to fruition.

Whatever it was, it lead to Oscar placing his hands on the sides of her face and pulling her lips towards his. The cotton ball in Y/n's hand fell to the ground when she momentarily lost all the feeling in her limbs. She kissed him back, passionately. As though she had been standing on the edge of a diving board just waiting for that one last push.

The push to send her falling.

She was just starting to regain control of her hands when she felt him pull away. Confused and startled by how quickly it all happened, Y/n stared at her best friend blankly.

"I'm sorry," Oscar choked, taking a moment to clear his throat before finally meeting Y/n's gaze. "I shouldn't have done that."

Her heart immediately sank. She could feel her cheeks burn up as she felt instant regret for kissing him back. Oscar realised how flustered she was and quickly shook his head.

"No, hey," he said softly, taking hold of both her hands. "I didn't mean it like that."

Every part of him wanted to keep kissing her. To wrap his arms around her waist and pull her closer than they had ever been.

"I need to clean my life up first," Oscar explained defeatedly.

He normally hated coming off as anything less than tough. However, Y/n had seen him through it all. If there was ever a person he happily let his guard down around, it was her.

"I get it," Y/n replied weakly.

She detested it with every fibre of her being, but she understood it well. Cuchillos may have been dealt with, but there was still so much left for Oscar to deal with.

If he was ever going to allow himself to be with Y/n, he wanted to be worthy. And Y/n deserved someone who was clean and who cut all ties with anyone who could bring harm upon her.

"I'm going to Bakersfield for a couple of months."

He knew Ray had a gig at a rehab centre for people in his exact position; for guys who wanted to get out, but needed time to unlearn the mentality that kept reeling them back in.

Oscar glanced down at the sight of their hands. Hers were clean and untainted, but his her calloused and bruised. Time apart seemed like the best thing for the both of them.

"Can we try this again when I come back?"

She sighed. If it had been any other person. Any other guy. If anyone else had gotten her hopes up only to ask her to give them a few months, her pride would have told her to walk away. However, it was not just anyone, it was Oscar. With him, her pride stood no chance against her heart and her hope, both of which were telling her that he, of all men, would surely be worth the wait.

So Y/n nodded and went back to sterilising his wounds.

***

In the months that Oscar spent in Bakersfield, Y/n spent her time in Freeridge convincing herself she was doing the right thing. That her situation was nothing like the type of girls who waited around hopelessly devoted to guys who would inevitably end up screwing them over.

It was Oscar, she reminded herself. The same Oscar who she knew since birth. The person she trusted most in the world. He had never given her a reason not to have faith in his word, so she saw no point in starting now.

"When did you get back?"

Y/n was delightfully surprised to see him standing outside her door when she got home from Costco. He had a full head of curls and wore pants that actually went past his knees, but she recognised him immediately at first glance.

"Yesterday," he smiled, instinctively grabbing the shopping bags off Y/n and carrying them in himself. "I just finished moving into my new place."

It was a small way away from her house, but he did not mind the distance. Especially since it meant he was that much farther away from the heart of los Santos.

After unloading the bags down onto the kitchen table, Oscar lowered himself onto the nearest chair. Nervously tapping his finger on the table, he looked up at Y/n.

"You free to talk?"

"Of course," she answered hesitantly as she followed suit and sat on the chair opposite him. Was he doing this now? "Is everything ok?"

"Just have a couple things I wanna tell you," he replied breezily.

Y/n nodded along, pursing her lips to keep herself from smiling too soon; from celebrating too soon.

"I know the last time I was here, I said we could try again after I got clean," he began, Y/n's hopes rising with each word. "but..."

And just like that, it came crashing down at the bottom of her stomach. No good could come after that word. She knew that well, so she inhaled sharply and braced herself to give the performance of her lifetime.

"I been thinking about it and," Oscar paused to lick his lips and find the words. "... I just think we might be better off as friends."

It was not the complete truth. Oscar knew they were great friends, but there was no telling whether they would be better or worse off as anything more. However, regardless, those were odds he did wish to humour. Not if it meant jeopardising everything he had with her even more so than he already did with that kiss.

"You mean a lot to me Y/n, and I don't wanna lose you."

That part was true. So damn true.

"It's ok," Y/n assured, unsure whether she was trying to convince him or herself. "Maybe you're right."

Definitely both, she realised. Whether it was her pride or her fear that throwing a fit would mean losing him, Y/n felt she was better off tossing her feelings back into the steep chasm they came from.

She bit the inside her lip and held her breath. Her eyes were beginning to gloss over, and she was going to stop at nothing to ensure nothing more became of it. Performance of your lifetime, she reminded herself.

"I'll always have love for you, Y/n," he stated, his voice splitting as he uttered it out with conviction. "You know that right?"

He needed her to know. Oscar knew she was not as ok as she was letting off, and that things between them would need time before that could ever come right. However, he felt it was right. He convinced himself of it.

There was no guarantee whether he could be a good boyfriend to her, but he knew how to be her best friend. Aside from cooking, it was the one thing he was best at.

"Yeah," Y/n answered, laughing quietly beneath her breath. "I know."

Oscar loved her, there was no doubt about it. However, Y/n felt a bitter feeling grow inside her as she realised it was not in the way she loved him. Not even close, apparently.

She felt relief having believed the hard part of their conversation to be over. However, when Y/n mustered enough courage to look Oscar in the eye, she realised his worried expression was still there.

"There's something else isn't there?"

Something worse, Y/n feared. Her breath quickened as she tried to think. What could possibly be worse?

"I started seeing someone."

That. That was worse. Y/n's jaw clenched as kept herself from dropping it. Performance, she reminded herself. If not to preserve what little pride she had left, it was to preserve his happiness.

"Really?" She asked exasperatedly, making her best attempt at faux excitement. He seemed to buy it, she thought. Either she was just that good at lying, or Oscar was just that desperate to believe she would be ok.

"Her name's Isabel," he explained. "I met her when I was in Bakersfield."

It was just two details: her name, and how they met. Two small details about her, yet Y/n almost immediately began measuring herself against it. What was different? What did Isabel have that she did not?

Realisation settled uncomfortably with Y/n when she came to understand that if Oscar was already seeing someone, the issue was never with him. It was never that he was not ready to enter a relationship, but that he did not want to enter one with her.

And that was a fucking hard pill to swallow.

Oscar studied Y/n closely, bracing himself for the worst. As much as he hated breaking the news to her, he knew in the long run it would be for the best. With Isabel, if things ended, that was that. But, if it was Y/n, he could not imagine being able to bear a life where she is not around.

Y/n gritted her teeth together and forced a smile.

"You'll have to bring her around to meet us soon, then."

Oscar sighed in relief, unsure what he did to gain a best friend as understanding as Y/n who, on the other hand, was dying to scream aloud in frustration.

***

She was nice. Oscar brought her over to meet Y/n and the Martinez's at the beginning of December, and all Y/n could think about was how nice she was. And how that made everything so much worse.

If she were a horrible person, Y/n could at least express some of her sorrow through anger. She could at least hold a stupid grudge against Isabel and justify it to an extent, but she just could not.

Because Isabel was so damn nice.

Even when she and Oscar came over for New Years Eve dinner, Isabel brought her own selection of food and insisted on helping Y/n plate everything up without being asked.

There was no chance of Y/n hating her, so she made the decision to express her sorrow in a different way. Through dramatic and enthusiastic support. Luckily, Isabel did not know Y/n long enough to realise how out of character her enthusiasm was.

The two of them were side by side in the kitchen, plating up the food for dinner when Y/n did a double-take. Isabel was chopping up the cilantro to garnish, but there was something clearly troubling her.

"Isabel," Y/n said softly, gently placing her hand on her shoulder. Isabel stopped and face Y/n. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she answered exasperatedly.

Y/n narrowed her eyes, and Isabel sighed.

"... No," she admitted, putting the knife down altogether. "It's Oscar."

Y/n's breath hitched. It was always uncomfortable for her whenever Isabel confided in her about Oscar, but she tried to soldier through anyways.

"We've been dating for a couple of months," Isabel began, her voice growing quiet to avoid being overheard by Oscar and the rest of the dinner party, who were in the lounge area. "But I still feel like I don't know him that well."

It did not bother Isabel at first, but as time went by it ate away at her. She shared so much about herself with Oscar, yet he seemed unable to let her guard down around her.

"He's a complicated person, Isabel," Y/n said. "That has nothing to do with you."

She had a point, Isabel thought. Throughout the month they spent dating, she was constantly startled each time she learned new details about Oscar. However, that did not obliviate her worries.

Sure, she knew details about Oscar's life, but she knew nothing beyond that. It got to the point, where it felt she was doing something wrong.

"I got him socks as a Christmas gift," she admitted sheepishly.

"Oh," Y/n tried to stifle her laugh, but she could only repress it for so long.

Luckily, Isabel was the first to burst out in laughter. She knew how ridiculous it was. She knew that a pair of socks was not the kind of gift you expect to get from your significant other, but Oscar did not give her much of a choice.

"I didn't know what he liked so I panicked," Isabel cried.

"It's not that bad," Y/n assured her. There were far worse things she could have gotten Oscar. "I'm sure you'll think up something amazing next time."

The words parted from her lips easily but it left a bitter aftertaste. Next time, Y/n repeated to herself. While she genuinely grew rather fond of Isabel and her company, her affections for Oscar still remained, making it difficult to mean the things she wanted to say.

"Can I ask you something, Y/n?"

"Of course."

Isabel looked at her intently, wondering if it was a good idea to pry into a relationship that could be completely platonic. Y/n felt uneasy as she waited for the question to roll by. Isabel pursed her lips and sighed before speaking.

"Did anything ever happen... between you and Oscar?"

Her question did not come from a place of mistrust. Though they only knew each other for a month, Isabel trusted Y/n well enough to give her the benefit of the doubt.

However, during the nights she spent racking her brain trying to figure out what she could do to get Oscar to let her in, she kept coming back to Y/n: the one person he trusted most.

Y/n contemplated telling Isabel about the kiss, and about how heartbroken she had been ever since he said he wanted to stay friends. However, she could tell how troubled Isabel was, and she knew telling her would only do more harm than good.

Especially when Oscar had already decided which of the two he wanted to date.

"No," Y/n eventually answered. "Honestly, you have nothing to worry about."

"Really?"

"We're just friends," she continued. "The only reason we're as close as we are is that we grew up together. That's all."

Isabel nodded. Logically, she knew that it made sense. Perfect sense. Of course, Oscar was more himself around someone he knew all his life. Maybe in time, he would let his guard down with her.

She wanted to believe it, but something inside her refused to be convinced. Y/n could tell.

"He'll come around," she assured Isabel. "Just give him some time."

It was the best advice she had to offer when it came to Oscar. As a man who valued trust and loyalty, time was essential to building or maintaining any kind of relationship.

Isabel smiled gratefully and thanked Y/n for being such a great confidante. She tried to cast aside the unsettledness, but as she stood in the kitchen and watched as Oscar pulled Y/n aside, Isabel quickly understood why she and he were not working.

"I got you something," Oscar grinned, moving his hand from behind his back to reveal a small present with her name on it.

"You did?"

When Oscar told Y/n he would be spending Christmas in Portland with Isabel's family, she assumed he would spend all his wages on getting her and her parent's gifts. It truly did not bother her. If anything, she was more torn up about not seeing him on Christmas day as opposed to upholding their gift-giving tradition.

"Just 'cause I wasn't home for Christmas doesn't mean I forgot about your gift."

Y/n grinned and unwrapped her gift. Beneath the wrapping paper was a small velvet box. Inside was a small silver pendant, almost identical to the one she was gifted on her quinceanera and had to dispose of when her younger siblings got to it.

"Oscar, this is too much," she frowned, closing the box and putting it back in his hand. Y/n knew he was tight on money and would be until he could ace one of his upcoming job interviews. She felt guilty knowing he spent anything at all on a belated Christmas gift for her.

"No, it's not," Oscar insisted.

While he had to live with his decision to keep things platonic, he refused to let it affect how much he did for Y/n.

"Thank you," Y/n smiled gratefully. "I got you something too."

She sped to her room and grabbed Oscar's gift from the bottom of her closet. When she got back to the living room, Abuelita returned to her bedroom whilst everyone else seemed invested in their own conversations. All except Isabel, but Y/n thought little of it.

Oscar's smile grew twice in size when he opened her gift box reveal a box set of ties and a pair of cufflinks.

"For your job interviews," Y/n clarified.

He did not hesitate to pull her close and hug her tightly. It was one small gift that meant so much to him. He had already failed two job interviews after being turned away for his attire and his tattoos. Having something to alleviate one was enough to give him a boost of confidence.

Isabel sighed. She had had enough of standing in the kitchen and looking in on two people who were so clearly more than friends. She garnished the food with the cilantro she chopped before grabbing her bag and heading out the front door.

Y/n noticed her go and was about to follow after her when she heard her grandmother call for her from her room. Luckily, Oscar noticed Isabel's exit promptly and raced after while Y/n went to check on abuelita.

Outside the house, Isabel continued pacing towards her car and rummaged through her bag in search of her keys, giving Oscar just enough time to catch up to her.

"Hey, where you going?"

"I'm going home, Oscar," she answered plainly after successfully fishing out her keys. "I don't think this is gonna work out."

"What?… Why?"

Isabel was reaching for the handle to open her car door, but stopped. She turned to face Oscar, unsure whether he thought she was an idiot or if he was the clueless one.

"Why?" Isabel repeated incredulously. "Because of Y/n."

"I don't understand."

"You guys know each other just... too well," Isabel began. "And I don't think there's anything I can do about it."

She knew a lost cause when she saw one. The prospect of ever getting Oscar to trust her in even a fraction of the way he trusted Y/n was a prime example of one.

"She's my best friend," Oscar reasoned.

"But you wish she were more... don't you?"

Oscar knew he should have answered no. After all, he was the one who wanted them to stay friends in the first place. However, the more he thought about it, the more he realised how badly he messed up.

Isabel took his silence as her cue to leave. Clearly, she had gotten caught in something that existed long before she ever came to Freeridge.

"I'm sorry," Oscar whispered regretfully.

"It's ok," she shrugged, smiling weakly. "It's probably better I know now rather than later."

He waited for her to leave before going back inside. It felt like the courteous thing to do. While he felt immensely guilty watching Isabel go, knowing she only ever came to Freeridge because of him, as Oscar walked up the porch steps he felt relieved.

No more pretending, he told himself. Maybe this was the encouragement he needed to finally kiss the girl he loved and own up to it after pulling away. Maybe he could try to make it all up to Y/n if she even wanted him like that at all.

"Where'd Isabel go?" Geny asked, frowning as Oscar closed the door behind him.

"Home," he answered shortly, causing her frown to grow. Oscar shook his head and smiled. It was for the best, he told himself, knowing this time it actually was.

"Where's Y/n?"

They looked around the room and realised Y/n was not in sight. Just as they began to wonder where she left to, the sound of her voice echoed through the house.

"Mom! Mom, get in here!"

Geny ran to Abuelita's room with Oscar and her husband following after her. Her worry melted away and morphed into something far worse. Y/n's cheeks were wet from tears as she cradled Abuelita's head in her arms.

"She told me to get her water," Y/n wept. "But by the time I got back..."

"Mija," Geny cried, slowly creeping forward and sitting in front of her distraught daughter. She placed her hand on Y/n's lap and met her gaze with sheer sorrow and sympathy.

"W-We need to call an ambulance," Y/n stuttered.

However, when she saw the look in her mom's eyes, she knew they were not going to do that. The next phone call they would be making would be to the nearest funeral home because abuelita was already gone.

Oscar sat at Y/n side and held her hand as she wept while abuelita was carried out of their home. When the news of her cancer diagnosis came out, Y/n knew it was best to prepare for the worst. Yet, even with the small notice she and her family got, she could not imagine how losing her could be any less painful.

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Oscar fiddled with his cufflink as he approached the front door to Y/n's home. He was still not used to wear them, much less a proper white button-up shirt, but he hoped wearing it would bring her some joy.

People were already rushing in as the Martinez family prepared to host Abuelita's memorial. Oscar walked through the front door and panned the room, searching for Y/n, but to no avail. Before Oscar realised, Ruby came barrelling towards him looking panicked and stressed out.

"It's Y/n," he spoke frantically. "No one can find her anywhere."

She was the last person anyone expected to flake, least of all to her grandmother's memorial. Geny was heard yelling at the twins, which was never a good sign. Normally, Y/n would have already taken Luis and Luisa off her hands to preserve the peace.

"She didn't even take her car and she's not answering her phone."

Oscar wondered how far she could have gotten. With no car, she would have either walked somewhere or caught the bus. Knowing how much she hated just walking to their local bodega, he concluded she did the latter.

"I know where she is," Oscar exclaimed, before turning back around and promising he would be back soon with the missing Martinez.

Y/n hugged her knees as she stared out into the water. The sun was beginning to set, and she knew eventually it would be time for her to go back and say farewell to her abuelita. All the more reason to stay, she thought.

Oscar parked his car and trampled his way down to the patch of sand where Y/n sat. She wore a black dress her grandmother had tailored for her. When he got close enough to her, he sighed.

"Everyone's worried about you."

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut. She knew they were, and she knew it was selfish to run away when they were grieving just as well, but she needed a minute away from all the talk about her memorial and her legacy. She needed a break from the constant reminder that abuelita was gone.

"I wasn't planning on staying out here," Y/n stated, her eyes never leaving the horizon. The plan was to just take a breather, but that breath quickly turned into hours. She sighed. "But now I don't think I can go back."

"Ok," Oscar nodded, before planting himself down right next to her. He respected that she wanted time away from everything, but as her best friend he could not, in good faith, leave her to sit all alone.

Although she did not move or say it explicitly, Y/n appreciated him offering up his company. Before, it was just her trying to make sense of all her thoughts and all her grief. Things tended to make more sense to her when she had Oscar at her side.

"How'd you know I'd be here?" Y/n asked.

"You said she used to take you here all the time before."

She chuckled. Before any of her younger siblings were born, it was just her and abuelita walking hand in hand along the shores every weekend. Even after her siblings were born, abuelita still insisted on continuing their walks, just the two of them. She shared her best life lessons with Y/n on that beach.

Now those lessons were all she had left of her.

"You're gonna regret it if you don't go," Oscar said softly.

"I know," Y/n sighed.

"So let me take you home."

Oscar placed his hand atop hers and laced their fingers together. Y/n frowned as her eyes began to water yet again. He watched as she turned to face him and let out a barely audible sob.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye to her,” Y/n cried.

He shook his head and squeezed her hand tightly.

“Who says you have to?"

Y/n smiled weakly and nodded in agreeance. It did not have to goodbye. At least not yet. Oscar shifted his legs so he could stand up, and Y/n mustered enough energy to do the same.

She carried his words with him as she approached the microphone later that evening. This was not a goodbye, Y/n told herself. Before beginning her toast, she quickly scanned the crowd in front of her until her eyes met Oscar's. He smiled at her, and that was just the push she needed to start.

"When I was ten, and I came home crying because I was getting bullied at school, abuelita took me to the garage and she taught me to fight."

A smile crept onto her as she glanced at the very spot abuelita pulled out her boxing gloves and showed her granddaughter how to kick ass.

"Then, she also picked me up from school the following week and took me out for ice cream after I got suspended for giving that girl a black eye."

Laughter erupted throughout the garage space and the house. Y/n could have sworn she heard abuelita laughing along too.

"Abuelita was courageous and brave. She spoke her mind and seized every moment life gave her," Y/n marvelled before raising her glass up high. "I hope her legacy will encourage us all to do the same... To abuelita."

As Y/n walked away, she thought about the kind of woman her grandmother was and what she would say if she knew how long her granddaughter had been harbouring her feelings. Abuelita never hesitated to speak her truth and there was no better time and place for Y/n to follow in her stride.

She marched towards Oscar and pulled him inside and into her room, away from everyone else. It was a good thing he did not bring Isabel, she thought to herself, knowing her confession would likely drive a wedge between them, but it was worth it if it meant not hiding.

"I lied when I said I was ok with you and Isabel," Y/n explained.

Oscar was startled by how direct she was being, especially since he made it a point not to tell her that he and Isabel had already broken up. He grinned, overjoyed by the fact that her feelings were the same and amused by how aggressively she was professing it.

"Don't get me wrong, she's great, but... you can't just kiss you're best friend and then show up with someone else to her family's New Years Eve dinner! That's pretty fucked up, Oscar!"

"Y/n," he laughed, trying to keep her from ranting because it was no longer necessary.

"I'm not finished," she sassed.

Abuelita did not teach her granddaughter to throw a punch so she could grow up and allow someone to interrupt her. Even if that someone was handsome and devilishly charming.

"You're not?" Oscar questioned, taken aback.

"No," Y/n retorted. She was unsure whether to be encouraged or feel infuriated by the way Oscar just kept smiling, but she ignored it altogether. She had far too much to get off her chest. "I get that you've made your choice and that you're with Isabel and I don't wanna come in between that, but I'm also not gonna keep pretending that I'm ok with it all... because I'm not."

She paused and found herself breathing heavily. The room was silent and the tension between them grew and changed. She gazed at him with all the affection she had kept harboured for months.

"And because I love you," she smiled, before sighing exasperatedly. "Ok. Now I'm finished."

Oscar held his head back as he laughed. Y/n watched with confusion. For someone who was in a relationship, he was responding really well to finding out his best friend was in love with him.

He moved closer to Y/n and brought his hand up to the side of her face. She held her breath and watched

"I'm not with Isabel anymore," he smirked.

"You're not?"

Oscar shook his head. Y/n felt conflicted between feeling pleased and feeling worried that she had something to do with it.

"She broke up with me on new years."

Y/n knitted her brows as she grew curious. She was so sure her advice about Oscar was the help she sought after. What possessed her to break up with him instead of giving him time? Oscar noticed her confusion.

"She said something about how we know each other too well and how you're my best friend... but she felt like I wanted you to be more."

The last time her hopes rose that high, Oscar friend-zoned her. Y/n looked up at him in disbelief, scared to ask the one question she was dying to have answered.

"Was she right?"

There was no hiding the fear in her voice. The slight tremble.

Oscar's eyes never left Y/n's. Not even as he lifted his other hand and cupped the sides of her face. Not even as he leaned down and inched closer to her until their temples and noses touched.

"Yeah," he whispered. "She was."

Unable to wait any longer, Y/n wrapped her arms around Oscar's neck and kissed him fervently. He moved his hand away from her face and snaked them around her waist, pulling her body closer to his until it was right where it should have been all along.

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A Present for Oscar 🎁pt. 1- César x Reader (Siblings)

Request: None

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 863

Warnings: Gun Mention at the end

Summary: Your brother Oscar is returning from jail and you get him a present against your other brother, César's judgement.

“César, come on.” You grin, pulling César into yet another department store.

“No, I don’t see why we’re doing this.” César groaned. “He’s just going to get locked up again the minute he gets out.”

A frown forms on your face, “Don’t say that. He said he’s going to do better. If you’re going to be rude you can go. You could’ve given me the money and let me go by myself.”

“No,” He muttered, opening the store door for you. “The block’s getting restless. I don’t need you wandering by yourself.”

You roll your eyes, “The block’s been restless ever since he left. Let’s just focus on the good things now. Oscar’s coming home, and we need to get him a present!”

César put on a small smile as you began to wander the store. He wondered how you could be so happy. Oscar wasn’t exactly bad but he definitely wasn’t good. He went to jail. For months it was just the two of you and some Santos. Sure, he was used to it, but while Oscar was gone, César had stayed. He had to hold you when you cried. He had to make sure that you were safe. César knew Oscar would do the same but he was never there to act on it.

Shaking his head, he looked through a selection of coats. He held up a dark blue one with large matte black buttons, “What about this one?”

“Hmm I don’t know,” You hold up some cologne, “What about this?”

“No, Oscar would want to pick out his own cologne.”

You smile, “I just can’t wait to see him. We need to hurry up if he’s coming home tomorrow. What do you think he would like the best? You know him more.”

“Ummm,” César scanned the department store. There were rows of clothes, different sections of shirts and pants. There was cologne and perfume on glass stands with models on posters near the displays. He always hated stores like this, ones that couldn’t focus on one item, but a selection of kitchen appliances caught his eye.

“He likes to cook, right?” César questioned. “We could get him some cooking supplies. Like a new knife set or something.”

“Yes!” You cheered, pulling him to the selection. “Let’s get him some knives.”

César looked at the different brands of shiny metal knives. They were almost pretty, gleaming under the fluorescent light bulbs. He knew Oscar would love some, but they were all so expensive. Only $20 sat crumbled in his pocket. When he raised his head to see which ones you were looking at he noticed you had left the section and were heading to the checkout center. An expensive knife set in your hands.

He quickly walked towards you, “What are you doing? Those are $70! We don’t have that much.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You smiled.

The lady behind the cash register scanned the set, “Anything else?

“Yes,” You point towards an apron with different vegetables printed on it, “I’ll like to get this too.”

“Alright! That will be $80, cash or card?”

“Cash if that’s okay,” You say pulling out some dollar bills from your wallet.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” César muttered.

“But I want to, he’s our brother César. He’s all we have so we’re going to get him a present.” You whisper, handing the cashier the bills.

The lady handed you the bag and with a “good-bye” and the two of you walked out of the store and out of the mall. The walk home was quick and silent. César’s head was filled with worries. Who knows what could’ve happened to Oscar while he was in jail. Maybe he has a shorter temper, or maybe he wants to be left alone. Either way he was afraid for your hopes to be shattered.

While he was away he didn’t allow you to see Oscar. It was a decision that broke up the previously close bond the two of you had. You tried to convince César, but he wouldn’t let up. You didn’t know, but César didn’t want you to see Oscar liked that, but now he regrets it. Maybe it would’ve been good to see Oscar, so your hopes wouldn’t be up. Believing he was the same man as before.

Unknown to César you were scared, so scared that everything would all change once he was back. You weren’t living in a delusion, you knew Oscar wasn’t the softest person, but being without him so long made you miss him, not hate him. If Oscar came back César would relax a bit. You weren’t a little kid, but César was so worried that something would happen to you. Having your biggest brother back would fix it. Even if you didn’t get Oscar back you could possibly get César back.

This was all you thought about as you fell asleep. The knife set and apron tied nicely with a blue bow sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

The next morning César woke up before you. He sat outside on the front steps on the porch. The sky was orange with a bit of blue poking out and the sun shone on his face. A breeze flowed through the trees and he watched as the leaves rustled. He tapped his foot anxiously.

You walked outside and tossed César an apple. He looked up at you.

“You need to eat.”

César sighed and took a bite out of the apple. He rested his head on the palm of his hand.

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it?” You asked, gazing up at the sky.

“Yeah,” He chewed the apple slowly.

You sat next to César. He looked tired. “Don’t tell me you’ve been out here all night. That’s not healthy.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, go inside and take a nap. I’ll stay out here and tell you when he’s here.”

César opened his mouth to argue, but he had been tossing and turning all night. Every time he went to sleep he would wake up minutes later. He got up, stopping to look at you. Sometimes he forgot that you were only two years younger. He went inside leaving you by yourself on the porch.

One hour passed, then two, then more and when César woke up he was met in a purely silent house. He rolled over in his bed, reaching for his phone and saw that it was long past 3, when Oscar was supposed to come home.

Getting up, he walked through the house calling for your name. César prepared for the worst. Walking to the door he lightly knocked, he thought he heard you shuffling inside.

“Y/N it’s okay. We don’t need him anyway, open the door. Please.”

César opened the door expecting to see you inside, but you were gone. Your radio played soft music on the nightstand. Your sheets were still crumbled from where you left them that morning. Your walls were lined with photos. Some with César, some with César ‘s friends and some with Oscar.

He felt his heart begin to beat, he ran through the small house, checking every room.

“Y/N where are you? Y/N it’s okay!” He checked the backyard. Red solo cups littered the grass, but you were nowhere near. The sun was beginning to set.

Running back inside he checked for a note, a text message, anything. He anxiously ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. In the months since Oscar had left, you had never gone anywhere without notifying someone. Suddenly he heard someone talking outside. Low, gruff voices. He grabbed a gun, and moved towards the door.

Author's Note: Comment below what y'all want me to write! I'm having a little case of writer's block lol so I'm up for anything on my masterlist. I debated posting this one or a Latrelle one, but he'll probably be next. Also, do people still read/write omb fics? I don't really use A03 but I know there wasn't many new ones on tumblr or wattpad. But, I just love writing OMB characters. Anyway I hope y'all enjoy this one! If you enjoyed this please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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Cuddling with Cesar Diaz

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I think Cesar is pretty underrated on Tumblr, so this was really cool to write. Hope you enjoy :)

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Cuddling with Cesar was pretty common.

You’d think that he’d be more reserved because he was raised by Oscar, but that wasn’t the case at all.

His friendship with his friends and having to emotionally rely on them while his brother was away left him with an appreciation for affection.

One of Cesar’s favorite ways of showing affection is cuddling. He can be a man of few words at times, but you always manage to feel the love between you two when you cuddle.

As a matter of fact, one of his favorite memories involves cuddling.

Cesar had managed to convince the gang to throw you a birthday party. Ruby quickly took over the planning process as soon as Cesar brought up the party, which was probably for the best.

The gang unanimously decided that it’d be best to have it at Cesar’s house since you wouldn’t think anything was out of the ordinary when Cesar talked about wanting to hang out with you at his house.

Oscar and his gang even started contributing because the majority of them didn’t want to pass up the chance to party.

With Jamal’s dad and Oscar cooking, Cesar picking the music, and Ruby doing the planning... the surprise party was a huge success.

However, near the end of the party, Oscar’s gang started to take over a bit. People starting to light up was Cesar’s cue to take you inside for a bit.

You both escape to his room.

Before you manage to privately thank him, he pulls you close to him.

The fact that he went above and beyond for you was not lost on you.

At the moment, there was no place you’d rather be than in Cesar’s arms.

The adorableness of the moment wasn’t lost on the gang either who had managed to find you guys.

Your moment was somewhat ruined by Ruby sighing in wonder and Jamal trying to join in on the cuddle session, but Monse pulled them back outside to give you two some privacy.

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Daydreams and Tickles ~ Ruby Martinez

Summary: You get distracted while Ruby rambles.

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: Ruby Martinez x Fem!Latina!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh shit,” you whispered under your breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In your dreams,” you defied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About time.” He grumbled and sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go crazy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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stressedemoblackbratz · 3 years

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ON MY BLOCK 2018

completed = 𓆩♡𓆪

unfinished = ♡

in the works = ➳

oneshots = ★

series = ☆

INCOMING…

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biisexualemma · 4 years

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crazy. oscar diaz

word count: 1847

warnings: bit of swearing but mainly angsty/fluff

requested: ‘Hey boo could I ask for an imagine with spooky where him and reader fight like crazy with each other like they're friends but they get on each other's nerves a lot and one/both of them realised they actually like the other? And they confess? Idk yhis is dumb I guess but I like the idea of them annoying each other and arguing like crazy before realising they like each other more than they'd like to admit🥺 thank you so much if you go with this!! 💛💛’

plot: best friends / haters / lovers?

masterlist

"suck my dick!"

"gladly!" he shouted back.

your frown deepened when he said this. you groaned with frustration. he always had better comebacks than you did, it drove you crazy in instances like this (which were pretty frequent).

you turned around to leave before the conversation could escalate any further. "you know, you should really watch your mouth, mami," he shouted before you could get to the door, and you couldn't leave it alone.

spinning around, you marched back over to him with a pointed finger. "don't tell me what to do, papi," you poked at his chest as you mimicked his little nickname.

oscars eyes widened for a split second, before regaining his composure. you faltered for a second, unsure of what had just happened. his nostrils flared a little and he closed his eyes for a second. "you're the most annoying hyna i've ever met."

you paused. "so you think i'm pretty?"

he rolled his eyes. "actually, shut up."

you let out a small smile, still kinda annoyed with him, as he was with you. he shoved you away from him, shaking his head and leaving the room.

"yeah, you go to your room mister," you teased. oscar stopped in his tracks and you knew you'd probably teased him one too many times for today. you cracked a proper smile this time, in fear of what was coming. he turned around and saw your face.

he immediately marched over, grabbing your waist as you squealed. he threw you over his shoulder before tossing you onto the couch. you let out a loud laugh as he did. your teasing worked every time, he was so easy.

"asshole," you breathed in between laughs. oscar picked up a pillow and chucked it at you.

"i can't believe it took me so long to realise how much i hate you," he towered over you, you held your hands up in defence.

"no you don't," you cheesed. oscar stared at you for a moment, you held the smile on your face, before picking up the same pillow and hitting you with it again over the head. "hey!"

"get a room, please," both your heads snapped towards the front door where cesar was now standing. he rolled his eyes, dropping his school bag at the door before quickly making his way to his room. "seriously, gross."

"at least i'm not sucking his face off like you with monse!" you shouted as he slammed his bedroom door behind him. "seriously, give the girl a break!" you heard cesar shout something incoherent back which you giggled at.

oscar watched with a smug expression as you interacted with his brother. you might be the biggest pain in his ass but there was something else there. you were the only person that could get away with speaking to oscar the way you do. he kinda liked it.

you averted your attention back to oscar, who you caught staring for a split second before he could realise what he was doing. you furrowed your brows for a split second. you noticed him do this a few times, more and more often.

"whatcha' staring at papi?" you titled your head, wearing a teasing smirk. you did kind of want an answer though.

he shook his head, a tortured smile on his lips when he did. "don't call me that."

"what? you can get away with calling me mami but i can't call you papi?" you sneered. "is it some kind of obscure double standard?"

he shook his head again, ducking. "call me that one more time and see what happens," he stood towering over you. you looked up at him quizzically. you were dying to know just exactly what he would do if you said it again. and you were exactly the kind of person to find out.

"what? papi?" you quirked an eyebrow. oscar rolled his head back, laughing a little.

"don't say i didn't warn you," your eyes widened and before you could protest, he was on top of you. his hands moved to your sides and he begun relentless tickling the life out of you. you squealed, desperately trying to push his hands away in between laughter.

"ok!" you shouted, pleadingly. "ok, ok, ok!" you kicked your feet, knocking oscar off his balance and causing him to crash on top of you. you groaned, the weight of him crushing you. you let out a strained breath. "jesus christ, what do you eat? you weigh a fucking tonne," you teased. oscar choked out a laugh, pushing himself up and off you with his arms either side of you.

he paused, his face hovering just above yours. the smile slowly slipped from your lips, your eyes darting between his as he stopped to look at you. your cheeks were flushed from all the squirming and laughing, your eyes wide and stunned, and your hair was all over the place, falling over your face. oscar pushed the hair out of your face.

you gulped, before whispering. "what're you looking at—" you choked on your words a little when oscar's lips tilted closer to yours. he took this as his cue and kissed you. your eyebrows raised, letting him kiss you for a moment before you retaliated. your hand roamed to his shirt where you balled your hand into a fist around the fabric and pulled him closer.

quickly after you pulled him closer, you came to your senses and pushed him away. you squirmed underneath him, pushing him off you and standing up. oscar sat quietly, mulling over what he'd just done, he wasn't sure whether that was something he should have acted on.

"what— why'd you just kiss me?" you had your back to him, you touched your lips with your fingers. you were breathing pretty heavily. you weren't sure how you felt about it. it felt good at the time, no doubt, but now you weren't so sure it should have happened. it could potentially mess everything up.

"i—" oscar couldn't form a sentence. you spun around to see he was just as baffled as you were. you chewed your lip, trying to think of what to do or say. "i don't know— you just looked at me and i— don't know."

your heart was beating pretty fast.

"i look at you all the time, oscar," the frown on your face softened. this was oscar, your best friend. of course you knew how attractive he was, and of course you were a little bit in love with him. but you never ever considered doing anything about it because you loved your relationship the way it was, and you would never want to ruin that.

he rolled his eyes when you said this. "why do you always have to say something annoying? you were the one looking at me with your stupid brown eyes, it's not my fault i got lost in them—"

"you got lost in my eyes?" you were gaping at him. you couldn't help but tease him, it was how your relationship worked. "jesus christ oscar. we kissed once and you're talking like a— i don't even know— like a taylor swift song."

"you're so dramatic," he rolled his eyes again, gritting his teeth slightly. he hadn't given this much thought until it happened, it wasn't something he thought about too much. he'd always seen you as a friend, nothing more. he kind of had to shut off the part of his brain that thought you were unbelievably attractive because otherwise he'd be kissing you all the time. and he liked you as his friend, so that wouldn't work out. "it was just a kiss. i'm not proposing."

"damn right you won't be," you huffed, calming down a bit now the shock of it had passed through your system. "i just don't know what this means. we're supposed to be friends."

"i don't know—" oscar huffed. "does it have to mean everything? can't i just kiss you and that's that? do we have to talk about it?"

you rolled your eyes this time. "you want to sit on this and never talk about it again like you do with everything else? like that has worked out so well for you already?"

he groaned. "i take back the kiss. you're so annoying."

you were both kinda quiet for a minute as you thought about it. you didn't know how to not mock him constantly, you'd been doing it for years, you didn't know how else to talk to him.

"do you like me?" you tried to be serious for once in your life.

oscar shrugged. "i don't know— maybe. i haven't thought about it," you nodded, accepting his answer. it was pretty similar to how you were feeling. "do you like me?"

you moved to sit next to him on the couch. "i probably would if you kissed me again," you said honestly. "it was a pretty good kiss.”

oscar tried to conceal his smirk, 'cause he knew you'd make some sort of snappy comment if you saw. he hummed. "yeah it was."

you clenched your jaw, glancing at oscar who was staring at you again. your eyes moved down to his lips and back up again. you leaned closer, inches away from his face, and when he didn't pull back, you leant forward and kissed him again.

oscar kissed back almost straight away, his hands touching your waist and pulling you closer. you deepened the kiss, your hands roaming to the back of his neck so you could get as close as possible. you were practically on top of him before you had to pull away for air.

breathing heavily, you retracted your arms and stared at him kind of hopelessly. "yeah that was definitely worth doing again."

oscar couldn't help but let out a soft smile, which you couldn't help but mimic.

"you're actually really pretty when you're not being a pain in the ass," you scoffed at his comment.

"i'm pretty all the time," you nudged his shoulder, jokingly.

he hummed, shrugging. "maybe a little."

"what does this mean?"

he shrugged for a the millionth time. you wanted to shove him and tell him to use his words but you decided against it. what it meant was that he wanted to kiss you again and again, but he didn't feel confident admitting that yet.

"we'll have to find out."

"could you be more vague—"

"alright. so i like you, you like me, we just keep this up and see where it goes."

you nodded hesitantly. he reached, touching your arm gently. "don't overthink it."

you smiled a little, rolling your eyes. "alright fine."

his hand moved to your ass, pulling you over, mumbling come 'ere. which you did, you rolled over, straddling him where he sat. you sat back, watching him take all of you in. you felt like you could get used to this. it was definitely better than a smack in the face with a pillow.

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matchaverse · 5 months

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EVIL | OP81

pairing: charles leclerc x ex!fem!singer!reader and oscar piastri x fem!singer!reader

summary: when charles cheats on oscar’s friend while they are on tour, it causes so much drama on the grid.

fam claim: melanie martinez

part one part three

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username: the caption??!

username: i mean, is y/n wrong??

yourusername: i’m never wrong

username: not olivia in the likes😭

username: she thinks she’s gonna be y/ns bff again

oscarpiastri: who tf is olivia 🤔

username: oscar 💀

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oscarpiastri | oh they kind…

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logansergeant: he’s kicking his feet and giggling.

oscarpiastri: @logansergeant no???

oscarpiastri: @yoursername kys

username: are they together?!

username: they would be so cute!!

charlesleclerc: cute.

username: oh he’s jealous.

yourusername posted a story

caption: why tf does this man got me out in the middle of the ocean?? 💀

replies:

oscarpiastri: you literally wanted to go??

yourusername: lies!!

username: he is hot even in a wetsuit

yourusername: no literally 💀

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logansargeant | they are attached at the hip

username: OH THEY ARE SO TOGETHER AT THIS POINT

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spookysmujer · 3 years

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HAPPY SZN 4 OF ON MY BLOCK! ✨

#on my block #netflix on my block #on my block season 4 #final season #oscar diaz #cesar diaz #monse finnie #ruby martinez #jasmine flores #freeridge #santos #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz smut #oscar diaz x you #oscar diaz x y/n #spookysmujer #follow

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merakiaes · 4 years

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Worse Ways To Die - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader

Requested: By @mrs-spookyd1az

Prompts: None.

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

Wordcount: 3724

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He would never!” He agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lifesaving, really.

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

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

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

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And with that, he turned around and walked away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, that’s hot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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