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Think About It

Spooky/Oscar Diaz x blackOC

Word count: 1k

Just a filler chapter (?)

No warnings, just cuteness

"Okay, so which one is he?" Rose, Violet's sister, asks as she carefully peeks through the curtains, trying to spy on her baby sister's crush.

"The bald one."

Rose sucks her teeth, "Half of them have no hair."

"Is someone near a red car?"

"Mhm."

"That's him."

Rose scans him up and down. He's definitely different from Violet's usual type, but even she has to admit he is quite handsome. "I get it."

"Get what?"

"I get why you have a cru-"

"He is not a crush, I don't know him first of all and I'm almost thirty, I don't have crushes. That's for kids." She defends. Rose rolls her eyes, and pity's her a response. "Sure."

Violet chewed on her thumbnail as she admired Oscar through the sheer curtains. She'd been doing that a lot lately— from the window in the living room, sometimes peaking through the one in her bedroom, or if she just happened to be in Lucas's room, she'd watch from there too.

On days when it was extra sunny and hot, he'd take off his tank top, and she could see the shine coating his back as sweat formed. When he'd get tired of being hunched under his hood, he'd stand, which revealed more tattoos, the sun shining on his soft belly and defined biceps.

He looked so good, anyone with eyes could see.

"So, when are you going to stop giving him the run around?" Rose asks, pulling her out of her thoughts. "There's no run around, he bothers me, I'm mean to him, and he doesn't go away."

"Hm." That was all her sister could muster. "Does Lucas like him?"

"He got twenty dollars to go buy junk; any kid would like him."

True.

Rose chuckled to herself, but Violet knew it wasn't just a regular titter; she had something to say. "And what's that laugh for?" She challenged. "I just remember you being mean to Leo when you first thought he was cute."

Violet stammered. "I-I wasn't mean to him. He was such a little shit."

"Mhm, anyway, I think Leo would approve."

"Approve of what? Okay, Rosie, get the fuck out of my house." Violet ushered.

"I'm just saying, Vy, it's been a while, just dip your toe in the dating pool." She encouraged, but Rose would never understand what it was like to have the love of your life taken away from you, to be left alone in the house you bought together and continue to try and live in it without him. The sky was still cloudy for her, even on the sunniest of days; it wasn't that easy to go back into that world. She often persuades herself that no man will date her with such young kids and the dead husband baggage.

Violet sighed. "I'm fine.""I'm ready!!" Lucas shouted from upstairs. The girls make their way to the bottom of the steps to meet him, and Violet's smile reaches ear to ear as she sees him with his little suitcase in one hand and his teddy bear in the other. She jogs up the stairs and takes his baggage back down so he won't have to struggle on his way.

"Are you excited to hang out with Aunty Rosie?" Lucas nods excitedly, but he also has a nervous look on his face.

For the March break, he asked if he could spend the week at Rose's place because she still lived in their old town; however, Violet wasn't up for it. Ever since Leo passed, she hadn't set foot in Brownstone for anything longer than school pick-ups and drop-offs. Every part of Brownstone was a reminder of what she lost, and she couldn't take it.

This March break would be the first time in a while that Lucas wouldn't be near his mom, and, truth be told, they were both nervous about it.

Rose tells Lucas to say bye, and that she'd wait for him in the car, and once she was gone, his face fell. "I don't think I want to go."

"Why not?"

"You're not coming."

She tilts her head. "I know, but you have aunty Rosie, and you have your other tios and tia's that you'll see. Abuelita is there too."

His shoulders sulk.

"What did mommy tell you?"

"That if I'm ready to come home to tell Aunty Rosie."

"Or call me, okay? And I will be there like that." She snapped her fingers. "But go have fun. Okay?"

"Okay," They share a long hug and a big kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too mommy."

Violet stood in the doorway as she watched her baby skip down the driveway and into the back of his aunt's car. She watched as he buckled himself in and nervously waved at her from the backseat. She waved back and blew kisses over and over until the car reversed, the wheels turned, and he was out of her sight. She sighed, feeling her bottom lip trembling and tears at the ready as they rested on her lower lids. She closed the door and basks in the odd silence of her home. With Lily asleep for hopefully a few hours, this was her opportunity to catch up on her shows without interruptions.

She decided to get really comfortable, went and took a hot shower, exfoliated and lathered herself in oil, threw on her big t-shirt and some shorts, before she heads downstairs, she peeks in on Lily, who is knocked out, but just in case, she turns on the baby monitor and carries the extra one with her downstairs. Then, she grabs her weed and accessories from their hiding spot, happily getting everything prepped for a good smoke sesh.

Once she's done rolling, she heads out to the front porch and sits in her lounge chair, the lighter flicks and the marijuana burns. Inhale the good shit, exhale the bullshit.

Her chest falls slowly, and a thick cloud of smoke emerges from her lips; she nods in satisfaction. Her eyes close, her skin tingles as the high quickly takes over. She can hear the crickets, buzzing from the street lights and the clicking of a... wrench?

She sits up to see Oscar working on his prized possession— she watches him, not annoyed or anything just watching, wondering and very curious as to why Lucas had taken such a liking to him ever since he returned the soccer ball, always saying how cool he looked and how nice his car was and how he wanted one just like that when he gets older.

Violet takes another puff and continues to gaze at him, on that day with the soccer ball. They don't know it, but she heard them talking, and Lucas mentioned his dad. He just needed someone to talk to, and though she was there to talk to him about anything. His dad was a sore, avoidable subject.

She shifts her weight onto her feet and heads inside for a quick second to find her wallet and take out a twenty. She didn't know what she was doing, her legs had a mind of their own as they carried her out of the house, down the driveway and across the street. Her pink slippers settle on the gravel of his driveway, and the crunch of her body weight lets him know someone is around, and he immediately reaches for his gun, which is close by.

"Relax, Scarface, it's just me." Says Violet, who seems completely unfazed by it. He chuckles at her joke. "Well, I'm not making any noise."

"I can't just come over, be neighbourly and say hello."

He smirks, and she finds it cute when his eyes tip to the side. "I'm not stopping you."

"Look, we uh, we got off to a rough start. And I shouldn't have snapped at you for giving Lucas money." She tips her hand toward him with his payment between her pointer finger and middle finger. Oscar quirks an eyebrow. "What's this for?"

"It's just a thank you."

"Keep it. I think seeing that smile on his face was enough payment."

Violet stands there in awe of his words; she feels a pang in her chest that she fought so hard to avoid. "Yeah, he was uh, very happy about the snacks."

"You enjoyed your peanut M&M's? I'll tell you those were the first ones he went for."

She giggles. "Yeah, I did. He was so excited to show me the big bag."

"That's good..." Oscar finds himself swimming in her eyes, and Violet notices how could she not when she was drowning in his. But she quickly becomes aware of how long they've been like that and places her eyes on the ground. Her sudden shyness causes him to smile, and the two are there like teenagers. "Um... anyway, yeah, I just came to say thanks. I will leave you-"

"You like tacos? Burgers? Anything?" Asked Spooky. Violet sighs. "I can't... I have two kids and-"

He shrugs. "I didn't ask that."

She raises her brows in surprise.

He continues. "It doesn't have to be an immediate yes; we don't have to do it tomorrow. I'm just asking a question."

Violet shivers as a small breeze caresses her skin. She battles for an answer in her head, but it's interrupted by small cries. Lily's awake. "I... I'll have to get back to you on that." Oscar nods at her. "You handle yours, and when you're ready, you just let me know."

"Okay. Fair. I will… do that…"

Oscar smiles at her nervous laugh that follows. They say a final goodbye, and he continues working on his car, but not before taking one last look. He admires her figure and the subtle swing of her hips—her walk has some fire to it. He could enjoy this view more often. She turns back once more, catching him in the act of his sinful staring, but unbeknownst to him, she was flattered by it. As she disappears behind her door, he sighs and shakes his head at himself.

“You really think she’s gonna go for you?”

Oscar rolls his eyes at the negative comment coming from behind; it comes from no one other than Joker. “You think mommy dearest wants a thug?”

“Is there a problem?”

Joker shrugs.

“Just don’t get your priorities mixed up.”

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One Day

Spooky/Oscar Diaz x fem!blackOC! (Violet)

Word count: 2k

Content: OC kind of being a meany, Spooky being a little shit and a cutie, flirting if you squint, I use both his names here…I think that’s it lol

A/N: I don’t what this is I just wrote it and said fuck it. There will be a part 2, I’m just idk easing my way back in here. Title might not stick maybe I’ll come up with something better.

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Every night...

Vrrrrrrrroooom!

And every day...

Vrrrrrrrroooooom!

Those inconsiderate goons revved the engines of their stupid muscle cars, blasted music through their stupid speakers and smoked their stupid joints like nobody's business. In a way, it was nobody's business. The neighbourhood was scared of them; they're Los Santos— meant to protect the community, and they do their job, but they could be such assholes.

People complained to each other about the noise that kept them awake, but no one had the guts to confront them, fearful they would metaphorically bite back. However, there was one woman who had had enough.

She stared up at the ceiling as her two-year-old daughter and her seven-year-old son tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find comfort amid the commotion outside. Her family was fairly new to Freeridge, though they had moved from another town. She wanted her son to finish the school year at his old school before transferring completely to Freeridge Elementary. It was hectic driving back and forth, but she didn't want him to lose everything all at once.

Driving him meant waking everyone up early and having them ready and out before 7:30. She was thankful for his teachers, who understood the situation. She let him catch a nap whenever he was extremely tired, but lately he's been falling asleep during their lessons, not during his usual free time. The only conclusion was all this fucking noise.

"Mommy... mommyyyy." Her son whines, pushing her side. "Yes, baby?"

"I can't sleep. My ears hurt. It's loud."

"Me tooo." Her daughter agrees. "I know just…just close your eyes, okay." That's all she could say. She sets an example by shutting her own until a loud POP, followed by a shocking "OH SHIT!" And laughter mixed in made her eyes shoot open. That's it. She can't do this anymore.

She sits up, tosses her legs off the bed and puts her feet straight into her fuzzy pink slippers. She huffs as she stomps out of the room and down the hall. "Mommy-"

"Stay in there, I will be right back."

She pries open the front door and walks over furiously. All the boys have their backs turned except for one, tall and lanky, who catches her in his peripheral vision and taps one of the men next to him to get his attention. Before he could turn around, she barked a loud, "HEY!"

One is under the hood of his car, presumably. He turns his head with a stern look, wondering who the fuck had enough balls to shout in his ear. The music is turned down, the air grows stiff, and the confidence she had developed quickly crumbles under all eyes. She swallows her pride and keeps her guard steady.

The young man straightens his posture, and she's caught off guard by how tall and broad he is, covered in tattoos, biceps larger than the circumference of her head. He scoffs and cockily asks, "Can I help you?"

She was in no mood for his smart-ass tone.

"Yeah, you can, turn the music down."

The group of men laughed. Who was she to tell them how loudly and how long they could play their music? He shrugs. "Sounds like a you problem, mami."

She could feel her eye twitch; she was about to make it his problem. "Listen, pendejo-"

"Oh."

"Some of us have jobs, yeah? Some of us have KIDS that haven't slept properly in days and are fucking falling asleep in class. You keep everyone up with your fucking stupid cars, go do this shit somewhere else, and if I have to come out here again, it won't be a conversation." Her nostrils flared, and he could see nothing but pure anger in her beautiful brown eyes. She turns hot on her heels, leaving him and his buddies in the dust, but not for long because he is right on her tail.

"Hold on, espera… espera, mami."

She snaps, "Don't call me that."

He puts his hands up in surrender. "Look, I'm sorry, we'll keep it down, okay? Didn't mean to upset you."

"Fine. Thanks."

He smirks. "Let me make it up to you. There's a new burger joint in town, and I heard it's good. We could catch a meal. Can I get your number?"

She rolls her eyes. "Listen, Mister..."

"Spooky."

"Spooky... right, well. I don't date. I'm not interested in it: you see a beautiful woman, you take her out, and you have a good time for a couple of days... a week or two, and then you find out she's got two kids, right? Now there are no phone calls, no texts, and no more dates. So spare me with that shit. Have a good night."

And with that, she makes her way back inside and slams the door, leaving him dumbfounded and in awe. Spooky tilts his head with interest and slight hope that she will yell at him again.

— —

There was a huge difference in the neighbourhood; the Santos still made a few noises but were quickly reminded by Spooky of the complaint his neighbour had made. He wanted to keep the peace in the area.

As the days passed, he caught a few glimpses of her—leaving the house to drop off her son and pick him up, she'd push her daughter around in her stroller for a bit of fresh air. He noticed the smile on her face as she talked to her daughter, and she seemed to respond, but the moment she had to pass the trap house, her smile dropped into a frown, and her eyes stayed straight as she ignored him and his crew.

All Spooky could do was watch the way her hips swayed, the way her lips poked out from her side profile, and she always had her locs up in a bun, and always some shade of green in her outfits and accessories; she didn't wear anything without her gold bangles, and heart-shaped long drop earrings. Those must be her favourites.

"Look at this fool," His boys would tease. "Man got yelled at once and fell in love."

He'd suck his teeth and tell them to fuck off, but they were right. She had his heart pumping that night; she looked so pretty when she was mad, and he had never really had a woman rip him a new one the way she did. He loved her attitude.

— —

On another hot day in Freeridge, the boys were outside with their speakers and music playing, beers and blunts being passed around, and Spooky under the hood of his car once again— always modifying something in there

Across the street, a little boy and a girl were outside on the front lawn playing while their mom watched. He was gently kicking the soccer ball to his sister so as not to hit her too hard accidentally. Mom had announced she'd be back, having to check on their lunch and to continue playing carefully with his sister. Once mom was gone, the little boy upped the ante. He loved playing soccer, and he was the best on his little league team, so he decided to entertain his sister with a few tricks, which were well received as she praised him with giggles and clapping.

Spooky hears the cute laughter and turns his head to watch. He, too, is impressed by the boy's moves and straightens up in shock. He watches on as he tosses, kicks and balances the ball. He finally sets it down on the grass and kicks it as hard as he can until it flies across the road and right into the Santos yard. The young boy freezes with slight fear; all the men look intimidating to him, scary and mean. He doesn't bother asking for his ball back; instead, he picks up his little sister with the intention of going back inside, but Spooky shook his head and ran over to the ball.

With the ball in his hands, he makes his way over to the boy, seemingly still in fright and no sign of mom coming out soon. Spooky puts the ball down and gently kicks it over.

"Thank you." He says, putting his sister down on the steps of their porch. "No problem, man. You're really good. I was watching over there. You play?"

The young boy knows his mom's rules: never talk to strangers, but... he loved to talk about soccer to anyone who would listen. So...

"Yeah, I-I play, after school, with the school team."

Spooky smiles. "Nice. How long have you been playing?"

"Since I was four. My dad got me into it, but he passed when I was like five and my mom was pregnant with my sister."

His face softened at the impulsive confession. "I wanted to quit, but my mom made me play one game, and if I didn't feel better after that, she'd let me quit."

And she's a woman who doesn't give up easily; he might like her even more. Spooky asked, "How'd you feel after the game?"

The boy couldn't help but smile broadly as he reminisced. "I shot the winning goal, and I felt so cool. So I didn't quit."

"That's why you always listen to mommy, right?"

The boy giggles and nods his head in agreement.

"Lucas, come lunch is... ready..." She announces, her face drops, and her eyes roll dramatically, which causes Spooky's smile to spread wider. "Come on, Lily, let's go." She says, reaching for her daughter's hand. Her eyes widen at Lucas as a warning, and he nods before turning back to Spooky.

"Thanks again, Mr..."

"Oscar. Just Oscar.

"Thanks, Oscar."

His mom stood in the door frame with a slightly softer look on her face until he winked at her, and the frown came back with a door slam to the face. Spooky liked this game, and he wasn't going to stop until he won.

— —

"Can I have a honey bun?" Lucas asked as he held his sister's hand while the family walked through the corner store, eyes glazed over at all the snacks and sweets. She playfully rolls her eyes. "Fine... get two." She would have one herself later on. "Yesss."

He leaves Lily with their mom and runs off to the other aisle for the honey buns, only to accidentally bump into someone without paying much attention. "Oh, sorry."

The person turns around, and the small fear in his body leaves when he sees that it's just Oscar.

"Hey man, what's up?"

Lucas shrugs, "Nothing, just getting some snacks."

Oscar's eyebrows knit together. "By yourself?"

"No, mommy is in the other aisle."

Interesting.

Oscar reaches into his back pocket for his wallet, and he pulls out twenty bucks, handing it over to Lucas with a smirk. "Get anything you want." Lucas' eyes grew wide. With twenty dollars all to himself, he felt like the richest boy around. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, my treat."

"Thanks so much.

"No problem, I'll see you around."

She taps her foot as she patiently waits for Lucas to return, but when he does, she can barely see him under the mountain of snacks he holds in his two little hands. She giggles a bit and shakes her head. "Now, how did two honeybuns turn into this?"

"Oscar gave me twenty bucks."

"Excuse me?"

"I met him in the aisle, and he gave me twenty, saying I could get what I wanted. So, I got stuff for all of us."

She found herself torn; she couldn’t tell her kid no, and giving the money back would break his little heart. She told him to put his snacks in the basket and to watch his little sister so that she could thank Oscar. However, she was about to do the complete opposite. She made her way over to the next aisle, hoping he’d be there, and thankfully, he still was.

She didn’t have time for a hi, or hello, she just got straight into it:

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t get to me, so you decide to what? Bribe my kid?”

He smiled. “Who said I wanted to get to you, Violet?”

She stood there, stunned, taken aback. “How…”

“Kid loves to talk.” Oscar shrugged. Violet couldn’t help but bite back a smile. “And I’m not trying to get to you through him, you know… I’m not a weirdo. If I want you… I know how to get you myself.”

“Just… watch yourself, Oscar.” She bit.

For once, she didn’t hold any hostility in her voice, and Oscar couldn’t help but notice the switch in her hips as she walked away from him, something he could watch all day.

He chuckled to himself, she’ll come around.

One day.

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Letting yall know now this ain’t no slow burn I like them fast and in love by 5pm. Working on part 2 now lol

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Across The Street

Spooky/Oscar Diaz x fem!blackOC! (Violet)

Word count: 2k

Content: OC kind of being a meany, Spooky being a little shit and a cutie, flirting if you squint, I use both his names here…I think that’s it lol

A/N: I don’t what this is I just wrote it and said fuck it. There will be a part 2, I’m just idk easing my way back in here. Title might not stick maybe I’ll come up with something better.

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Every night...

Vrrrrrrrroooom!

And every day...

Vrrrrrrrroooooom!

"Mommy... mommyyyy." Her son whines, pushing her side. "Yes, baby?"

"I can't sleep. My ears hurt. It's loud."

She sits up, tosses her legs off the bed and puts her feet straight into her fuzzy pink slippers. She huffs as she stomps out of the room and down the hall. "Mommy-"

"Stay in there, I will be right back."

She was in no mood for his smart-ass tone.

"Yeah, you can, turn the music down."

The group of men laughed. Who was she to tell them how loudly and how long they could play their music? He shrugs. "Sounds like a you problem, mami."

She could feel her eye twitch; she was about to make it his problem. "Listen, pendejo-"

"Oh."

"Hold on, espera… espera, mami."

She snaps, "Don't call me that."

He puts his hands up in surrender. "Look, I'm sorry, we'll keep it down, okay? Didn't mean to upset you."

"Fine. Thanks."

He smirks. "Let me make it up to you. There's a new burger joint in town, and I heard it's good. We could catch a meal. Can I get your number?"

She rolls her eyes. "Listen, Mister..."

"Spooky."

And with that, she makes her way back inside and slams the door, leaving him dumbfounded and in awe. Spooky tilts his head with interest and slight hope that she will yell at him again.

— —

"Look at this fool," His boys would tease. "Man got yelled at once and fell in love."

— —

With the ball in his hands, he makes his way over to the boy, seemingly still in fright and no sign of mom coming out soon. Spooky puts the ball down and gently kicks it over.

"Thank you." He says, putting his sister down on the steps of their porch. "No problem, man. You're really good. I was watching over there. You play?"

The young boy knows his mom's rules: never talk to strangers, but... he loved to talk about soccer to anyone who would listen. So...

"Yeah, I-I play, after school, with the school team."

Spooky smiles. "Nice. How long have you been playing?"

"Since I was four. My dad got me into it, but he passed when I was like five and my mom was pregnant with my sister."

His face softened at the impulsive confession. "I wanted to quit, but my mom made me play one game, and if I didn't feel better after that, she'd let me quit."

And she's a woman who doesn't give up easily; he might like her even more. Spooky asked, "How'd you feel after the game?"

The boy couldn't help but smile broadly as he reminisced. "I shot the winning goal, and I felt so cool. So I didn't quit."

"That's why you always listen to mommy, right?"

The boy giggles and nods his head in agreement.

"Thanks again, Mr..."

"Oscar. Just Oscar.

"Thanks, Oscar."

— —

He leaves Lily with their mom and runs off to the other aisle for the honey buns, only to accidentally bump into someone without paying much attention. "Oh, sorry."

The person turns around, and the small fear in his body leaves when he sees that it's just Oscar.

"Hey man, what's up?"

Lucas shrugs, "Nothing, just getting some snacks."

Oscar's eyebrows knit together. "By yourself?"

"No, mommy is in the other aisle."

Interesting.

"Yeah, my treat."

"Thanks so much.

"No problem, I'll see you around."

"Oscar gave me twenty bucks."

"Excuse me?"

"I met him in the aisle, and he gave me twenty, saying I could get what I wanted. So, I got stuff for all of us."

She didn’t have time for a hi, or hello, she just got straight into it:

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t get to me, so you decide to what? Bribe my kid?”

He smiled. “Who said I wanted to get to you, Violet?”

She stood there, stunned, taken aback. “How…”

“Just… watch yourself, Oscar.” She bit.

For once, she didn’t hold any hostility in her voice, and Oscar couldn’t help but notice the switch in her hips as she walked away from him, something he could watch all day.

He chuckled to himself, she’ll come around.

One day.

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