Pairing - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz
Summary - Y/n thinks of it as a mistake, but Oscar, well he’s wanted it for what feels like forever.
A/N - So…..I was really high when I wrote this, so if it’s bad, it’s not my fault. But please, enjoy and remember to comment!
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The house was empty. Ruby was out with the crew and mama and papa were out with the twins. Abuelita was nowhere to be found, not even in the garage smoking. I was sitting at the dining table, finishing up some AP homework for the upcoming school year when someone knocked on the door. Confused and slightly cautious, I got up to open it.
At first opening the door, a crack, I looked to see who it was. His eyes immediately looked down at me, his long eyelashes covering his narrowed eyes slightly. His eyebrows rose in a way only his could, a questioning and irritable way that was solely him.
“Oscar…” I opened the door more, just enough to see my face completely while my body hid behind the door. I couldn’t look him in the eye. Not after what happened. Not after what we did.
“C-Cesar Isn’t- Isn’t here right…now.” I ended in a whisper, still looking at my feet.
“I’m not here for, Cesar,” He said as soon as I finished. I stopped, taking a risk of looking at him. His eyes immediately met mine and I gulped.”
“O-Oh, well neither is-” An annoyed expression set in his face before he pushed the door open and turned me around pushing me back and pressing me against the now-closed door. His eyes narrowed, his mouth shaped like he was gonna growl.
“You’ve been avoiding me, ruca.” I flared up and pointed at him.
“Don’t call me that!” I poked his chest hard then jerked my finger back, holding it in my other hand, rubbing it, my finger wasn’t ready for the hardness of his chest. Oscar looking down at my hands before looking back up at me, amused.
“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked slightly breathy. Why? Why was I avoiding him?! Because he- we- I…. I don’t know why. For some reason, I felt bad, bad for taking the time out of my day for the last 2 weeks to avoid any confrontation with him at all, even after what he said. His leaned in closer, going right up to my ear.
“You liked it didn’t you?” It wasn’t a question, he already knew the answer. “My hand here,” he moved his hand from beside my head and wrapped it around my throat. “The other here,” His other hand moving now and skimming down my stomach, but I grabbed it before it could make it to its destination, his fingers brushing against the hem of my pajama shorts. “…fucking into you, you liked it rough remember? I always knew you would, being as quiet as you are…”
My breath hitched, my mind going straight to that night 2 weeks ago. Oscar was just released from prison, Mario dragged me to the welcome home party complaining about how he wanted to take me to at least one party before he went to college. He, of course, abandoned me sometime in the night and my insane social anxiety drove me to drink. A lot. The next thing I knew I was in bed with the Oscar “Spooky” Diaz.
“Did you already forget what I said?” He asked, pulling back and dropping one hand, while bringing the one from my neck, up to my chin, making sure I was looking at him.
“You were drunk.” I spit through my teeth. “We… were drunk.” I closed my eyes, trying not to think of his closeness, of that night, of him in general.
“Well, I’m fine now. So let me tell you again,” My eyes snapped open, wide and looking at him.
“I’ve wanted to fuck since you had to make ask me for a ride one day when Mario left you to fool around with Angelica. You were so shy, rubbing at your fingers, and biting at your lip. So goddamn innocent…now that I got you, I ain’t ever letting you go. Your mine, Y/n. My Reina.” I swallowed, raising my eyebrows,
“That’s a lot more detailed,” I whispered. Oscar scoffed and leaned down, kissing me hard. I immediately kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands slid down and gripped my hips, squeezing them before pushing his hands further and behind my thighs. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist and immediately pressing down on him. He turned and walked to my room, laying me down on my bed before removing my shirt. His eyes meeting a lacy black bra barely keeping my bust in. His shocked morphed, raising a brow and smirking. I looked away, blushing.
“I-It’s laundry day…” I muttered. He chuckled and grabbed my chin, kissing me again. My hands flew to his shirt, pulling at the hem and fitting my hands under the tight tank. He pulled away and ripped the shirt off before leaning back down and nipping at my chest, biting at the tops of my breast, kissing up my neck. His hands curled in my shorts, pulling them down and off my legs. Underneath lay lacier underwear, damn near transparent. Abuelita thought they were an appropriate birthday present. Oscar stared at me, almost transfixed.
“Thank god it’s fucking laundry day,” He said dryly before fitting between my legs and pushing his hips into mine. A soft moan left my mouth as he ground into me. My hands left his back, dragging around his waist and going to his belt. Just as I unlinked the belt, the door opened.
“Hey, Y/n- AHHHHH!” Ruby screamed. I scrambled back and out from underneath Oscar, leaning back on my heels, scared shitless I looked at him with wide eyes. His eyes dropped and so did mine. I yelped before grabbing Oscar to cover me, chest to chest with each other, I looked to see Oscar trying not to laugh. I wanted to hit him.
Face burning red, I looked over Oscar’s shoulder to see Ruby covering his eyes and walking backward, slamming into the wall before making it out of the room and closing the door. As soon as the door shut, Oscar burst out laughing. I smacked his shoulders 3 times before I sat down and huffed, crossing my arms and rubbing at my jumpy shoulders, adrenaline pumping through me from the scare. Oscars arms wrapped around me from behind, instantly calling me down. I sighed and leaned back, letting him push his face into the crook of my neck and kiss it lightly.
“Are you mine, Princessa?” He whispered, tightening his hold on me, ready for a rejection, but not ready to give up just yet. I turned my head and looked at him, kissing him softly before saying,
Warning: this fic deals with dark themes, including but not limited to teen pregnancy, rape, drug abuse, murder, abortion, underage drinking and underage sex. Read at your own risk.
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Kissing Oscar was that dose of serotonin Mari felt she’d been waiting so long for. Kissing Oscar was the puzzle piece that’d finally fallen into place and although the picture was far from complete, things seemed clearer.
AN: Haven’t watched the new season yet. But unfortunately, I fell victim to spoilers and bitch…I’m not ready. Also, I’m not even going to talk about how late this shit is, I’m truly sorry. But hey, quarantine calls for major writing and catching up! Hope you enjoy!! The end, I know the saying is “Old habits die hard” But it kind of makes more sense what i have, whatever blah blah blah…ignore me! Enjoy and all feedback is welcome!!
DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING OF ON MY BLOCK. I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTERS, DAISY, JACKIE, MADELINE, AND ANDREW.
Rollerworld. Do I think it’s real? Ehh kinda. So, I think that the robbery was real, and that Lil Ricky and some other Santos hid the money. But it’s still a little far-fetched. I mean if you think about it someone would’ve found the money by now. Right?
“So now Jamal has the boys roped into believing that the money is real. It’s stupid right?” Oh, that’s right, I was supposed to be listening to Monse.
“Yeah…yeah that’s crazy but Monse, what if he’s right?” Turning in my seat I connect with identical chocolate eyes. It’s strange, it’s like I’m looking in a mirror. “What if they robbed the bank, okay, then they hid the money so that only the chosen one can find it.”
“Not you too,” She sighed and threw her head back. “Jamal said the same thing. Someone called him the ‘chosen one’ and that he’d be the one to find the money.” Strange.
“Anyways, what are you guys doing for Halloween? I hope y’all aren’t going out trick or treating-”
“I’m not ready to date Cesar!” Monse yells.
“Okay…”
“Did you not hear me?”
“Oh no, I heard you loud and clear.” Smacking my lips as I take a sip from my glass. “You said you weren’t ready to date Cesar.”
“Does that not surprise you?”
“No…”
“Well, why not?”
“Monse, you’re 14, nobody expects you to be in love. But there’s definitely something between you two.” Shrugging I get up to take our empty dishes to the kitchen.
“Definitely not in love…but how could I ever date a Santos? Cesar has changed, he’s not safe anymore.”
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“Let me be very clear Daisy, you will never be involved with a Santos. All they do is kill and walk around like they own the world, it’s too dangerous for you.”
“Just like the Prophets then?”
“Don’t, you know it’s not like that Daisy. The-”
“They’re all the same, the Prophets, the Santos, Bloods, Crips. They all walk around like someone owes them something. I’m not afraid of anything dad, I can handle myself.”
“Not when you’re carrying around one of those things. For goodness sakes Daisy, the guy that got you pregnant was just locked up and you’re just walking around here like nothing happened…”
“No,”
“I don’t want this life for you Daisy. You’re not going to make it. That baby is going to be raised om a broken home with no father. Things like this don’t end well. You and Oscar won’t make it Daisy.”
“JUST STOP!” A white porcelain plate fell to the ground in a million pieces.
“Daisy you need to calm down.” A very blurry Monte walks towards me slowly with his hands out in front of him, like he was trying to assist a wild animal.
“No, everyone goes on about my choices. What about yours and mamas. Both of you have made mistakes, but in the end both of you are doing just fine.” Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed like a broken stream. I fell to ground clutching my chest and before I knew it, I was wailing like a banshee. Strong arms wrapped around me, as I was pulled into a warm chest.
“It’s going to be okay baby, I promise.” Kisses were littered across my forehead.
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“Let me tell you something Monse. You can feel however you want to feel about anyone. Just know that whatever happens, it’s all on you. You’re old enough to know from right and wrong.” Groaning, my knees pop as I get from my kneeling position in front of Monse. “Date him if you want to, there’s nothing wrong with it. Just remember what the consequences are.”
“But you dated Oscar, were you never afraid he would put you in danger?”
“He never, not once, put my life in danger. I was his world.”
“Then what happened, why do you hate him now?” A loud click echoes through the now quiet and dimly lit living room, as I lock the dead bolt on the front door.
“Goodnight Monse!”
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HAllOWeEn
My favorite time of the year, trick or treating, decorated pumpkins, little kids in cute costumes, the eeriness of going out at nighttime, hauntings, and the spookiness of not knowing what lurks in the-
“BOO!” Dark. Yelping, I jump so hard that I manage to fling orange icing at the cause of my heart attack.
“Andrew, I really hate you!” my feet move before I could even think, I’m snatching paper towels and stomping over towards him to clean up the mess.
“Hey, well this is a big surprise. I didn’t expect to get hit with icing. Also isn’t today your day off?” He turns around once I finish wiping down his shirt, to hang up his black denim levi jacket.
“It is, well was, I decided to come in and give an extra hand.” Shrugging I move back to the bowl filled with icing and resume lathering the cake.
“Or are you avoiding a certain someone?” Here we go.
“Nope, I’m trying to do my job Andrew, and you’re slowing me down. So, shut up and stop it.” Not gonna lie, I was avoiding said person. I don’t want anything to do with him right now, but I feel it deep in my bones that I’m gonna end up with him tonight. A bell tinkled as the front door to the bakery opened.
“I say we go to Brentwood!”
“No, we don’t leave out the house tonight, I say we stay in and watch movies.” Glancing up I see Ruby, Jamal, Monse, and Olivia walk in and sit down at a corner booth.
“What’s wrong with going out?” Olivia turned her head to the side looking at Monse.
“Last year we got rolled up on. Not fun at all. But hey, scary movies are just as fun.”
“Let’s go to Brentwood.”
“I say we go out tonight, think we go somewhere different, -“
“Brentwood…”
“Brentwood, let’s go to Brentwood.”
“It is safer, bigger houses, that means better candy!” Monse enthusiastically replies leaning closer to Olivia. “But what about Cesar?”
“What about him?”
“Where will he be?”
“Riding in Oscar’s Impala, why does it even matter?”
“Just asking I thought it’d be good to include him; he is a part of the group.” The questioning went back and forth for a while, before they went on to tease each other. I slide the cake in the fridge to firm before heading to the front with cookies, and cupcakes and laying them on the table in front of them.
“I’m feeding y’all sweets before trick or treating, y’all better start loving me more.” I love you’s were quickly spread around the group.
“So, I guess you’re going out?”
“Do you wanna give us- “
“Hell no,” Laughing I turn around to check the checkout line. “I’m not getting mixed up in any foolery tonight, I’m staying in and handing out candy, but um good luck!” Walking into the kitchen I hang my apron and fetch my belongings.
“Someone let Maddie know I’m gone for the day!” I welcome the warm fresh kiss against my face as I step outside, I just smell trouble.
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For the rest of the evening I’m cleaning the kitchen, swiffering the floors, and dancing around to music when I get a knock at the door.
“Oh, my first trick or tr-eaters.” I all but run to the door just to be met with chocolate eyes adorned with a teardrop and white teeth.
“Trick or treat!”
“Sorry, I’m not handing any candy out tonight.” I try to close the door, but I’m met with force.
“Let me in Daisy, we need to talk.” Knowing he wasn’t going to leave until I follow his orders, I place the bowl on the accent table by the door and make my way back to the kitchen.
“How come every time you want to talk; it has to be on your terms? When I wanted to talk you weren’t up to it.”
He scoffs, “How come you didn’t want to talk all those years ago?”
“If you’re going to continue to bring it up then you can find your way back out my damn door,” Placing my hands on my wide hips. “Now, are you hungry?”
“Feed me mamacita, you know I’m always hungry.” Quickly I warm some leftovers, creamy shrimp Alfredo with garlic bread. Small talk was made as we ate, and trick or tr-eaters came and went. Everything was calm until Oscar got a weird text message.
“I gotta go!” He mumbles through clenched teeth.
“Woah, woah, what’s going on? Is everything okay?” Jumping up, I trail after him to the door.
“Cesar needs me.” I grab his arm and turn him to face me.
“What happened to him? Is he hurt?”
“No, but he and his friends crashed a pa- “
“Wait, he went with them tonight?” He nods, “I’m going with you and don’t try to stop me, Monse is with them. So, I’m going!” Within 5 minutes I’m perched in the passenger side of his red impala and we’re speeding to Brentwood. A large and warm hand is placed upon my thigh and that’s when I realized how bad I was shaking.
“They’re okay, no one is seriously hurt.” Yeah, that wasn’t very convincing. My fucking nerves are fried. His hand stays there the rest of the way. Brentwood is one beautiful neighborhood. For the rich. The kids come into view as he comes to a stop in front of some party, with a group of young boys standing outside. Before I can even think, Oscar is out and speed walking to the kid dressed up like a Cholo. Oh fuck.
“Spooky!” I yell as soon as I step out the car. He begins whispering and the poor kid starts shaking. Footsteps come rushing over when I hear a familiar voice call my name. I meet the halfway and carefully check everyone over before I return my focus to Oscar.
“What do you want?” I guess you don’t mess with anyone Oscar loves.
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We drop Monse off at dads, with the promise of me coming back to pick her up later, and everyone else at Ruby’s. Oscar comes back to my house to “make sure I make it back safe”.
“I’ll be okay Oscar, I promise. Plus, I’m going to get Monse in a bit.”
“I wasn’t going to hurt him.” Blowing air, I turn to face him.
“If he would’ve drew blood from any of them, would you have hurt him?” He looks me in my eyes, and I feel goosebumps rise as he starts moving towards me.
“I don’t like when someone messes with the people I love, or who they love.” One step backwards for every step forward.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I whisper as my back hits a wall. His hands immediately come to rest on my face.
“I’ll kill anyone who hurts my loved ones.” Soft lips fall upon mine, and before I know it my thighs are wrapped around his waist and we’re on our way to my bedroom. Well tonight didn’t go as planned. Especially once I end up underneath him. Bad habits die hard they say…and you Oscar Diaz, you’re my bad habit…
A/N: Not proofread, apologises. Feel free to point out any mistakes with the Spanish translations. Thanks!
Pairing(s): Spooky x Reader ▪︎ The Core 5 x Reader (platonic relationship)
Summary: A helping hand is mistaken for something else.
Warnings: fluff, language, mention of smut (very light), mentions of a baby, sexist comments,
Word Count: 1815
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"Come on, (Y/N)." Jamal begged, trying to snatch the bag filled with candy, "just one more and I promise I'll stop asking."
"No, Jamal," she reprimanded the teenager, "you've eaten enough candy as it is."
He huffed, the rest of the group laughing at his misfortune. Oscar shook his head, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, clicking his tongue, "eh, just give him one."
She looked at him, "and have him throw up on himself? I don't think so." She glanced over at the group and back at him, "besides, he keeps grabbing the (flavour) ones and there's hardly any left."
With a laugh, he kissed her forehead, "so it's not about his well being? It's 'cause he keeps taking the ones you like?"
"Shut up," was her response.
That made him laugh harder, causing the group of teenagers to look back at the couple. Cesar smiled at how carefree his brother looked whereas his friends were still surprised, despite knowing of the couple's marital status.
They and their families, the Santos and (Y/N)'s family were present at the courthouse, a simple but elegant affair. Despite her mother's protest about a big wedding, (Y/N) was more focused on spending the rest of her life with Oscar and Cesar (they were a packaged deal). She didn't care where they got married.
It had been months since that court appearance and (Y/N) and Oscar had fallen in love with each other more everyday. Yes, they had their disagreements, but before the sun set apologises were said and a round of cuddles were given. He may have been a tough Santos leader, but Oscar was big on affection.
A relaxed date night for the pair turned into an eventful group outing. (Y/N) didn't mind, having grown accustomed to having the teenagers around (even Jasmine with her big personality, something she really admired). Oscar was annoyed, but adjusted to having her attention shared.
The teenagers began to disagree on whether to try their luck with the games or grab a bite to eat. The girls wanted to play some games and the boys wanted to get some more food. (Y/N) decided to make the decision for them, looking at Oscar, "you go with the boys and I'll go with the girls," she laughed, taking note of his unimpressed look, "they're not that bad."
Right on cue, Jamal and Ruby began arguing about the most problematic person in the 90 Day Fiancé: Before the 90 Days cast. Cesar stood by, saying nothing and somehow got dragged into the debate. (Y/N) shook her head and pecked Oscar's cheek, "good luck."
And with that, she walked off with the girls in tow.
The three walked around for quite a bit before deciding on playing Whac-a-Mole; no lines, reasonably priced and the prizes were really good. (Y/N) handed the attendant the money and watched the game light up.
"How do you plan on winning?" Monse asked, knowing that a bunch of the games were rigged.
"By imagining something that pisses me off," she replied. Both girls quirked an eyebrow and watched as she hit almost every single mole that popped out of its hole. When the game ended, she glanced over at them, "see?"
They laughed at her chosen stuffed animal being a wolf, knowing her obsession with dogs, when the attendant asked about her prize. Taking a step back, she allowed the girls to decide if they wanted to play a game.
Unbeknownst to her, a figure had been watching from afar and decided right at that moment to start up a conversation.
(Y/N) felt a presence move closer, she smiled thinking they were passing by, but instead stopped right in front of her. Her eyebrows furrowed, as she took in the person; solid build, tall and tanned skin.
"The name's Damian," he introduced himself.
She nodded, "hello, Damian, I'm (Y/N). Did you need something?"
Before he could reply a mallet hit the side of his head. She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, eyes looking at the direction of where it flew to find Monse nodding towards Jasmine, the girl giving a sheepish grin. (Y/N) turned back around to find Damian rubbing his head.
"Well… uh, that was… something," he muttered, picking up the object and holding it out.
"Sorry," Jasmine apologised, taking it and giving it back to the attendant.
(Y/N) noticed his cheek darkening, "you might need some ice for that," she held up her finger, "follow my finger, please." A couple seconds later, she concluded, "you don't seem to have a concussion, but you should check out the medical tent."
He smiled, "you in the medical field?"
"A nurse at the local hospital."
"Beauty and brains," he complimented
She shook her head, "come on I'll take you," she glanced over her shoulder, "tell the guys where I'm going, okay? I shouldn't be long."
Monse and Jasmine nodded at her instructions, sharing a look when she walked around the corner, hopefully Spooky wasn't nearby.
But of course, luck wasn't on their side.
"You girls win anything?"
They turned around and found Cesar walking ahead of the group, a grin plastered across his face holding up a teddy bear and handing it over to Monse. Jamal and Ruby holding a slushie and a churro in their hands. Spooky took notice of the missing figure, his eyes staring at the pair, "where's (Y/N)?"
Jasmine piped up, "at the medical tent," when she noticed their concerned faces she quickly added, "don't worry, she's not hurt. She took a guy there 'cause I hit him in the head with a mallet."
"You hit him with a mallet?" questioned Ruby, taking a sip of his slushie.
"Sí, pero no propósito," she gestured to the truck, "I was using it for the game, they really need to tape that shit down."
Jamal's eyebrows scrunched together, "aren't those things attached?"
"Yeah, they are," Monse replied, "well.. one used to be."
As the group got on the subject of other carnival games, they didn't notice Spooky slipping away to find (Y/N). Always being down to help whoever with whatever, it didn't come as a surprise to him hearing she had walked the guy over to the medical tent. It was a trait he loved about her, but of course it had setbacks.
With a heart as big as hers, there were some people who liked to take advantage of her goodwill.
If the guy fell into that category, then he was in for a rude awakening.
He walked around the corner, avoiding a bunch of kids running with their parents trying to keep up with them. Passing by several tents he found the one he was looking for. It wasn't that hard as an ambulance, cots and paramedics stuck out among the food trucks and carnival games.
His eyes focused on her, her hands clutching a stuffed animal, a smile crossed his face taking note of it being a wolf. She let out a laugh and continued talking to the person next to her. He moved towards them, his pace picking up when he noticed her twiddling her thumbs, a subtle sign that showed she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"Cariño." He called out.
Her head turned in his direction, a big smile on her face as she rose to her feet. When he was close enough, she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. When she released her hold, she pecked his lips.
Quickly bending down to pick up the wolf plushie.
After shaking it, she held it up to his face, "say hello to the new love of my life."
He kissed his teeth, "new love? The only new love of your life is gonna be the baby I put in you, esta noche."
She gasped and hit his chest, laughing when he pulled her in and kissed the top of her head.
"Uh… you're taken?"
The couple turned to the figure holding the ice pack to his cheek. (Y/N) nodded, "yep, happily taken." Holding up her left hand to reveal just how taken she was.
Damian shook his head, "you're married and walking around as if you're single? Wow, aren't you a great catch."
Her eyebrows furrowed, at the switch in his tone, "excuse you?"
"You led me on."
"Led you on?" She scoffed, "how?"
He gestured to the tent, "you brought me here."
"Yeah, I brought you here to make sure you were okay," she replied, "and before you say anything about me staying with you, I thought I'd keep you company before your friends arrived."
"You have to train her better," Damian shifted his focus to Oscar, "can't have your wife leading men on like some bitch in heat."
Before (Y/N) could blink, Oscar gripped the front of Damian's shirt and pulled him close their nose centimetres apart, "don't fucking talk to her like that, understand me?" Damian just blinked, causing Oscar to give him a shake, "I asked you a question."
He nodded, "yeah, I won't. Ever again."
Oscar loosened his grip, nodding towards the bruising on the side of his head, "next time it'll be a bullet," at the scared look he received, he smirked, "now, apologise to my wife, pendejo."
"I'm sorry."
"She has a name."
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)."
"What are you sorry for?"
"I'm sorry, (Y/N) for calling you a bitch and assuming that you were interested." Damian apologised.
She nodded, "thank you."
"When a woman is interested, she'll make it clear that she's interested." Oscar explained, "if she isn't interested, back off."
"Right, got it."
"But with your obscured view on women, I doubt they'd be interested," (Y/N) snickered, "all that muscle on you and you're nothing but a punk ass bitch."
Oscar held her hand in his, giving the back of it a kiss, "come on," when they were about a metre away, (Y/N) called out, "enjoy the rest of your night, Damian. You sexist pig."
This received a few stares from those surrounding the other tents but the couple kept walking as if nothing had happened. (Y/N) allowed Oscar to lead them back to wherever the group of teenagers were. When she spotted them, she stopped her movement, causing Oscar to halt in his.
"What's wrong?"
She smirked and moved in close, fingers fiddling with the button of his shirt, "do you wanna get started?'
His eyebrow arched, "get started on what?"
"On putting that baby in me…. Unless, you've changed your mind and -"
She laughed when he gripped her hand and dragged her in the direction of the car, throwing a comment about texting Cesar that she wasn't feeling well and to stay the night at Monse's when she asked about the group noticing their disappearance.
You could feel your skin crawl as you heard the man catcall you from across the street.
"HEY MAMI, COME HERE FOR A SECOND SO I CAN GET A GOOD LOOK AT YA."
The fact you had to walk in front of the Santos house to get to work was the most annoying part of your day. The jefe always offered to walk you the rest of the way home because you get home at 2am. You always turned him down, mostly because you don't want to invite any unexpected visitors. Also, having the jefe walking around with you at night shows allegiance to the Santos. You manage to remain completely neutral. You have done research on all the gangs and the Santos have the best morals of all the gangs.
"AYE MAMI…"
"Shut up Joker." You hear the jefe tell the yelling Santo. "She obviously doesn't want what you have to offer."
You just crack a smile as you keep walking. The jefe was always so nice to you for no reason. You get to work after a few more blocks. It was the most discrete little strip club. You get to your little locker, labeled 'Venus', opening it. You watch a few wrapped ones in stacks of hundred fall out.
"When are you going to start taking the money home, Venus?" Alexa, who goes by Star, asks.
"Star, I have to pass by The Santos every damn night. There is no fucking I can carry about 500 home every night." You answer her as you start to pick up the stacks.
"This club isn't safe either. It's a neutral area for all the gangs, but you can still get taxed by one of them, they will take it all." Aries, an elder stripper who's name is Genesis, informs you.
"I know, I will try to haul this home tonight." You whisper.
You put all the money in the locker. You get changed into a skimpy little outfit that you perform in. You put on your fancy perfume that you wear. You lace up your heels. You close your locker. You make your way out to get to the DJ to give him your set list. It was the same as always. Your routines were typical. You decide to walk around the floor until your turn. You lock eyes with someone in the poorly lit room and suddenly you could put a face to the man. It was the jefe of the Santos, sitting at a table with a beer in his hand. You walk over to him.
"Oh hey y/n," he says.
"It's Venus, while you are here." You inform him.
"Right, anyways, I am sorry for Joker earlier. He's an ass all the time," He tells you.
"It's okay, I can handle Joker. His name is fitting because he's a joke." You say.
The jefe just laughs, "I like you, you're spicy."
"Thanks. Anyways, can you take me home tonight, since you are here?" You ask him.
"Finally taking me up on my offer?" He says.
"I have money to transport from here to my house, and it would be safe to be in your car." You admit.
"How much?"
"It has been awhile since I've taken home money."
"Well, I'll be honored to take you home." He takes out his money and hands you a fifty.
"Why?"
"I want a little dance."
"I don't even know your name."
"Spooky."
"Your real name."
"Oscar."
You proceed to give Oscar a dance, which was a little grinding on his lap, trying to seem interested in the dance. You finish up as your name gets called to the stage. You give him a kiss on the cheek as you get off his lap.
"Till next time, Oscar." You whispered in his ear.
You start to walk to the stage, rolling your eyes slightly. You walk around to get on the stage from the back. You do your routine like second nature. You gather your money and walk back to your locker. You count your money and add Oscar’s fifty to that stack, you toss the money in the locker. You were already ready to go and it was nowhere near 2AM.
The time slowly goes to 1:30, you finish up your last number. Your manager usually made you walk the floor until 2AM. Your eyes dart around the room as you land on the jefe. You walk over to him.
"Can I sit with you in VIP until 2AM?" You ask, hoping that he will give you a chance to hide for the rest of the night.
"Yeah. Sure." He says as he gets up.
You take his hand and walk him over to the VIP Room. You close the stupid little curtain and sit down on the couch. He joins you on the couch.
"How long have you been doing this?" He asks.
"Uh, maybe since I was 19. I thought after 5 years I would be outta Freeridge, but not yet." You answer him.
"It's always 5 years that turn into never." He says with a chuckle.
"How long are you going to be in the Santos for?" You ask.
"Until I meet the perfect hyna."
"Well, maybe don't call her a hyna."
"Eh, I can leave."
"No, stay please. Please."
"You live on a Santo block?"
"Uh, I believe so. It may be in that gray area."
"Jesus y/n. I am risking my life for you?"
"Or you can drop me off at the Santo block and I can walk from there."
"No, I will take you to your home."
"Thanks."
"How much is it to take you home with me?"
Uh, ballsy, "Damn, Joker has a better game than that, vato. I'll never go home with you."
Flash forward to 30 minutes from now to the two of you making out on your porch.
Okay, back to the present time.
"You don't want to sleep with Joker though, right?"
"Of course not, that sounds horrible."
"Good."
You two sit there for about the last 20 minutes. Your eyes just watch him as he sits there, his own eyes not landing on something specific. You were just noticing the small things about the man; his little teardrop tattoo, his plump lips, his missing little patch in his mustache. Your lips pull into a smile. He just sips his beer and bobs his head a little bit to the beat of the music. It was quite adorable. Why did you all of a sudden find the jefe adorable? Maybe it was the fact he is so caring towards you even though you’ve never known his name until a couple of hours ago. Maybe it is the fact he was willing to hide with you until the time was up.
“Well, I am going to tell the bouncer that you are waiting for me. You cannot go backstage, it is for the girls only.” You say as you get up from the couch.
“Wait,” He starts and grabs your hand. “I’ve had fun tonight. Thanks.”
“You are welcome.” You say as you jut your hand free from his warm soft hand. Too many adjectives.
You two walk out of the VIP room. You pretend to adjust your outfit to make it seem like something was going on. You walk over to the bouncer. You give the information on Oscar, calling him Spooky of course. You then make your way to the back. You start to change out of your clothes and into street clothes. You grab your bag and start to put all the money into it, it was a lot of money. You then tell everyone goodbye and go find your manager and tell him bye. You walk out to the main floor, seeing Oscar there, chatting up the female bartender, they are laughing. You walk up and tap his shoulder.
“Ready hyna?” He asks.
“Uh, yeah, I am.” You respond.
“See you Leti, I’ll let Sad Eyes know that you miss him.” He tells the bartender.
“See you Spooky.” She grins at him.
You two walk off and out into the cool crisp summer night. He walks over to his impala and you follow. You take a moment to admire the car. It looks like he puts a lot of love into it.
“Your bag.” Oscar asks.
“Oh yeah,” You get pulled from admiration of the car and hand him your bag.
He tosses it into the trunk. You two proceed to get in the car. You give him your address and he drives you home. It was a quiet ride besides the radio playing whatever rap channel Oscar was listening to on his way to the club. He pulls up to your house.
“This is Santos territory.” He comments.
“Thanks for the ride.” You say as you get out of the car and go around to the trunk.
Oscar gets out and opens the trunk and grabs your bag for you. “Let me.”
You roll your eyes, not even hiding it. “Really, it is fine. I don’t need a knight in shining armor.”
“Oh shush hyna, let me help.” He closes the trunk and walks up to your front door.
“Fine.” You mumble.
You walk up to the porch with Oscar behind you, looking like a lost puppy almost. You unlock the door and proceed to turn the porch light on. Your hand takes the bag from Oscar and puts it inside the house. You close the door.
"Thank you, you can leave now." You say quietly to him.
"Hey, you don't have to shut me out." He says as his hand goes to grab your hand.
"I am not. I asked you for a ride home, you gave it to me and that's where this ends." You inform him, not moving your hand from his.
"Yeah and returning the favor, I want to hang out with you." He says.
"Not tonight, my feet hurt and I am so damn tired." You say.
You two exchange glances for a moment. You weren't sure if he was going to budge on this. You move yourself closer to him. Just maybe kissing him might make him go away. You bravely lean up to kiss him gently. However, you didn't anticipate the hungry kiss you received back from him. You almost reciprocate the kiss in the same hungry fashion. You didn't realize how much you craved real intimacy. After a few more moments, you part your lips from his, your breathing a little heavy.
"Well, good night." Oscar says as he moves from you and start to head back to his car.
"Good night Oscar." You say as you open your front door and walk in.
You close the door. You take a moment to think about what just happened. Did you like it? What was going on? What changed your opinion on him? You open the door again and sure enough, he is standing on your porch. You just grab his hand and pull him inside of your house, which makes him laugh, for a long night.
CW: mentions of sex, but mostly fluff. I did not proof read this. Enjoy.
Oscar isn’t sure what to do. Spooky had been fully ready to fuck after you asked him if he wanted to hang out, to get you stripped down and bent over, try every position just to see how your face would scrunch, and tears would gather. See how this little princessa, always running her mouth and acting all stern, would react to being treated like how he treated every other pretty thing that had the misfortune of catching his eye.
However, Spooky had abandoned him a while ago, leaving behind a confused and lost Oscar. You two were sitting on your couch–no, cuddling–his arm resting heavily on your shoulders, with you tucked under his arm, a blanket with a bunch of Muppets characters draped over the both of you while you watched some soap opera on the television. A half-drank fountain soda sat by his feet that were propped up on the table, a finished slushie cup sat a few inches away from it, and remnants of wrappers and boxes from your fast food were pushed to this side. The condoms in his pocket felt misplaced now, especially with you wearing a sweater with a butcher neck that hung off your shoulders and pajama pants with Oscar the Grouch (he’s starting to believe that you did that on purpose) on them.
Not that you didn’t look great in them. He had spent a pretty good amount of time staring at your ass in the pants–you always wore pajamas everywhere, it was hard not to.
He held his breath as you moved, his heartbeat stopping. But it quickly restarted the moment he felt your hand run over his abdomen, half-wrapping around his torso, and you shifting closer to him.
Your hands were strangely cold for someone wrapped in a blanket and wearing warm clothes.
Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
His mind reeled to the music that had played in your car as you drove to get the food. The lyrics strangely sentimental and soft to most of the stuff he was used to being blared from the speakers that sat on his front yard like gargoyles. Yours had a strange tang to it, almost country-like, like stuff found on the east coast, some had more guitar, almost like some kind of rock genre.
Thu-thump.Thu-thump.Thu-thump.
You smelled so nice. Almost vanilla, but not quite like the stuff he’d smelled on girls before when he’d have his nose pressed against the crane of their neck. Much softer, almost like honey and coffee–maybe your soap. And your hair smelled like coconut and something much sweeter–maybe your hair products, or shampoo.
Thu-thumpThu-thumpThu-thumpThu-thump
“What’s this about?” he finally breaks the stillness, looking down at you. Looking up, you saw the same stern glare he always had, and had throughout the whole night. He had arrived with a smirk and expectancy, and now it was just blank.
“We’re hanging out,” you reply, resting your cheek on his chest again. “Gotta wine and dine before I get fucked.”
A rumbly laughter vibrated in his chest, and you glanced up at him smiling, white teeth flashing. You didn’t want to admit that you had gone off on a whim and called him, hoping for the same thing you did, and then chickened out. Too nervous to admit you were a virgin, or that you wanted to know him better.
“Oh, so that’s it? You wanted some quality time?” he questions, bringing his arm down from your shoulders to your waist, holding you closer.
Spitting out the alcohol-free mouthwash, you stuck your tongue out, moving around the glinting silver bar in the mirror. It was still sore, hurting more at certain angles
“‘S not my choice,” you manage, huffing at the sound of Oscar giggling like a schoolgirl at your slight lisp (you had sounded like you were talking through cotton the first few days). He had been teasing you all day, mocking your lisp and repeating words back to you. He sounded more like Mike Tyson than you when he did it.
Having to keep the silver bar in instead of gold was definitely not the best choice when all you wore was gold. Like, everywhere. And Oscar only ever gave you gold.
(“Looks cheap,” he had said. “Ain’t your birthstone blue or smthin’, too?”)
You walk out of the bathroom to find Oscar lounging on your bed, surveying the multiple posters and fairy lights you had hung up. He made sure to clear off your stuffed animals all nice. He wore his usual attire, with the permanent cross adorning his neck as always. There was definitely something to be said about how he looked against your room, surrounded by photos and handmade decorations. A bit frilly, smelling like coconut and shea butter and coffee, which eventually stayed ingrained in his clothes due to how close he was to you constantly. Lotion rubbing off, getting him all soft. Or even making him sit down and do a face mask with you, putting your moisturizer on him after (“So that’s how you got all soft.”), always taking such good care of him.
You flop down beside him, nose scrunching at the sting of the tender wound around the metal. “Lemme see it,” Oscar said, grabbing at your jaw and carefully pulling your mouth open. Well, as carefully as he could, he was still a bit heavy-handed. He turned your face from side to side to see it glint in the light, his lips perking up at the sight. “Ooo, es linda,” he cooed, a teasing tone in his words.
He pressed his lips against your forehead, then between your brows, and your nose, your cupid's bow… but you stopped him before he was able to fully kiss you, pushing him away. “Can’t,” you state, shivering at the metal tapping against your teeth. “Infection.” (Enfecshion)
He huffed, rolling away to grab a glass bottle from the case of beer he brought with him. “Sounds like it hurts,” he points out, twisting off the cap and handing you it. He always insisted you get his first sip. so he could taste your chapstick
You take it generously, taking a fairly big swig. The lingering cold from being in the fridge helped a little. Before you could swipe the little mark from your lips on the bottle, he took it back and drank from it, holding it back out for you.
“Can’t have my princesa in pain,” he explains, faux innocence lingering in his words with his smirk. No man who could smirk without it looking stupid was a man that could be trusted… (yet look where you ended up, going on nearly eight months)
As you took another drink, his hands traveled inconspicuously (tried to. Again, heavy handed) onto your thigh–right where your femur connected to your hip, fingertips already sliding way past the hem of your shorts (again, heavy handed)--looking away when you glared at him. You sat the bottle on the ledge of your window.
(You know those dogs that know they’re guilty because they look away and stare at the molding on the doorframe like it’s the most interesting thing? Yeah. That.)
He was never a patient man. How could he be? He just wanted to see how the piercing sparkled whenever your mouth hung in a silent moan. Adorable, really. He couldn’t wait to buy cute jewelry to watch instead of… other things.
“Don’t blame me,” he shrugged, looking back at you (really at your lips… the ones on your face. Dirty minded, tut tut.) while fingers slid past your panties, playing right outside... “You’re just so pretty.”
Damn it, did he want to feel that piercing against his tongue, see how it felt running over his cross.
His teeth glimmered almost as bright as the bar stuck in your muscle whenever you squirmed, laying back on your pillows.
Oscar tugged down your shorts immediately, along with your panties. “Oscar!” you yelp, pulling your shirt down to cover yourself. “The blind!” (...Othcer…)
“What? Let them see my pretty girl,” he dismisses, tone absentminded, too focused on how easily his fingers split you open, just for him. All for him. Just gorgeous. He pulled you toward him easily, dragging you away from the support of the pillows, pushing your knees toward your chest. He undid his own belt, almost snapping the zipper off.
Groaning, he pushed into you slightly, bottoming out before you could even prepare. Your small pushing on his shoulders turned into desperate clawing. So deep. And pretty. You couldn’t help but mewl, panting to catch your breath.
And the glinting of that damn ball had his eyebrows furrowing and his dick chubbing up even more.
He pulled back, almost slipping out, before going back in carefully (as carefully as he could. It still felt like a jackhammer) and pawing at the soft flesh that sat right above where his dick stretched. In… out… in… out.
Oh… oh god. Damn this man and his beautiful ability to make you cum in seconds.
In…
Oh god, Oh god… this would be embarrassing if it was anyone else.
Out…
OhgodOhgodOhgodOhgod
In…
“Oscar!” you squealed, the small ache in your joints nothing to this. He pulled out abruptly, clear liquid splattering across his cargo shorts, and your wonderful ecstasy delayed but not ended as he kept thumbing at your clit, like a rollercoaster stuck on the top. He just chuckled when you slammed your fist against his shoulder. He’d felt worse before.
“C’mon, stop holding your breath,” he pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer, pulling your jaw downward. “I wanna hear your voice.”
It was almost pathetic the noise that came out–a wail, like a boat. You didn't like being loud, but he did. Oh, it sounded like a siren call.
He slipped back in, your body pressing into the mattress at the chill of him being covered in your slick. Even the back of your thighs were wet. His hips met yours again, this time with a fervor, a need. A buzz filled your ears as all you could hear was the hollow sound of hips against hips.
Every tug of him reeling back made you shake, and the sight of your piercing was making his cheeks hot. So pretty, so gorgeous. That metal would look adorable elsewhere too.
Your muscles tensed, aching, stomach clenching but nothing coming. The pace was delicious, and so was his nudging. It was frustrating. Looking up though, Oscar wouldn’t meet your eyes, too focused on the piercing shivering. Oh. There it was.
You curled up at the sensation, your calf muscle cramping and yet, it didn’t matter. It felt so good. You didn’t even notice you had grabbed his shirt, balling it up in your fists.
His orgasm hit him like a freight train, pulling out in the nick of time so that he wouldn’t have a stork dropping a bundle of blankets at the doorstep. Instead he chose to paint your shirt white.
Gasping, he looked down… and oh my god did he almost get racked again. You, finally uncurling a fist from his shirt to tug your shirt down to cover yourself, hiding your face in his arm–and most importantly, your tongue flicking out to wet your lips.
Maybe he could paint a nursery too.
“You look good with that bar,” he choked out. “Bet they’d look good in your nipples too.”
a b r i d g e m e n t : When Florence Shay Cappelleti moved into Freeridge to stay with family, she more or less didn’t expect to get so closely acquainted with four weird but eventful people, much less accompany them as they try to escape gang life chasing them.
TW: none this chapter
Adriana Lima as
Florence Shay Cappeletti.
6teen, half-Italian half-Native, literally barbie
"Since the beginning of time, since the first little girl ever existed, there have been dolls. And who knows that better than Florence, ringleader of the Barbies?"
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GILBERTO ORTIZ AS
CUETE
5teen, mexican-american, literally a psychopath
“Both, bitch.”
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EZEKIEL PACHECO AS
SAPO
5teen, mexican-american, literally a cinnamon roll
“I’ll see you around, hermosa.”
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everyone else as themselves, because why not? season one, two, and three will be classified as act one, two, and three. I know Cuete was possibly younger than 15 but making him 14 just felt a bit weird idk, I love older reader trope as you can see!
a b r i d g e m e n t : When Florence Shay Cappelleti moved into Freeridge to stay with family, she more or less didn’t expect to get so closely acquainted with four weird but eventful people, much less accompany them as they try to escape gang life chasing them.
TW: none yet
You weren't sure if moving there from Staten Island was a win or a loss. In all honesty, it felt bad. You weren't exactly prepared to leave your home and parents behind. You definitely knew your great-uncle Calian was a kind and just man, and his grandson, your great cousin, was cool, but still... it sucked.
You stood at the airport, typing on your phone.
You were just about to text him where he's at when...
"Florence!" you heard a voice call out, and quickly recognised it as your great cousin Angeni.
You quickly stood upright, cracking a smile at the sight of him. The phone in your hand got quickly tucked inside the small purse hanging at your hip.
"Angeni!" you smiled, quickly walking over to his car, opening the door for yourself to get into the passenger's seat.
"How you been?" he asked, performing the dumbass handshake you both practised when you were like 5 and him 10.
"You know, I've been fine." you shrugged, applying a bit of lip liner in the small mirror. "Just, y'know, studying the books."
That made a laugh escape his mouth. "You're already studying your books for your new school? Wow, you're the teacher's pet to a hundred."
"Literally shut up, moron." you laughed, rolling your eyes. "I'm just a very type A kinda gal. You know that."
"Sure do, but make sure to keep it subtle.
Freeridge isn't exactly a place for that."
"Yeah..." you nodded, glancing at him. "I'm kind of nervous, I don't exactly have experience with any gangs. I mean, there's still some juvenile shit in the Island, but probably not as heavy as in Freeridge."
"Just try to avoid the Santos. Their leader lives next door but he's cool." Angeni spinned the wheel, turning left. "Just don't come outside when they're having their little porch party shit."
"Mhm." I nod, slumped back in my seat. "It actually looks kind of nice here. Suburbia."
"So god help you, Florence, cause you are actually so blind and dumb." Angeni murmured. "I love you, but you're lowkey fucking stupid."
"Whatever." you said, shrugging. "I'm just here to finish some school."
As he drove through the streets, he settled on parking right in front of the house.
You unbuckled your seat belt and got out of the car, your limbs weak from sitting for so long.
"Alright, ready to meet grandpa Calian?"
"I already know him, moron. This isn't a first time meeting." you laughed. "Anyways, I was thinking abo-"
You interrupted yourself as you saw a guy across the street. He was short, and staring intently at you.
"Fucking Ruben." Angeni murmured. "That kid always comes over to help grandpa with taxes."
"Damn." you said. "Why he staring?"
"Fuck if I know." he shrugged. "Let's just retire for the night. It's late."
You brushed it off, walking inside.
Tomorrow was a new day, and you could not wait to start orientation day.
