“Allá te veo” || Cesar Diaz (Part two)
Summary: Cesar and the reader get in a bad fight which reaps consequences neither of them could have seen coming.
Pairing: Cesar Diaz x Reader
Warnings: Inaccurate hospital and gang dynamics, death, inaccurate funeral dynamic, blood, Cesar crying A LOT, mentions of death and violence. (As always if we missed something that should be warned for, please let us know!)
A/N: We hope you guys don’t hate us after this one. -W&C :)
(Y/N) stormed out of the crib while Cesar rummaged through his drawers, pretending to be searching for something until he heard the front door shut loudly. Though his searching started as a pretense, he wound up finding something—her hoodie. Cesar was the hoodie-stealer of the relationship, since (Y/N) had so many, and he barely had any. There were two things Cesar adored from wearing her hoodies: the first one being she preferred to get them oversized so when she wore them they swallowed her body, therefore, when Cesar wore them, they would fit him comfortably; the second one was they always smelled like her. If it was anatomically possible to tattoo a scent onto your body, he would’ve gotten her’s permanently engraved into his skin long ago, for she smelled like home; she was home. He would usually and reluctantly, return the article of clothing at the end of the day, but the one he held in his hands he refused to return. The reason for his unwillingness to give it back was simple, yet too emotional for him to ever utter aloud. (Y/N) had been wearing it the first time she ever stayed over at Cesar’s place which turned into their first time sleeping together. She had left it behind during the haste of getting re-dressed and ready in the morning. Ever since that night, he had taken complete possession of the item; he would go as far as to spray the hoodie with her perfume to reinstate her scent once it started to fade. Of course, he would do this while she slept, fearful that if she saw the article, she would try to reclaim it, and he’d have no choice but to give it back. He would occasionally wear it to bed whenever the feeling of missing her got too overwhelming, and he had no way of having her over. Now there it lay, in front of him and on the bottom of the drawer where he hid it.
(Y/N) had left the door to Cesar’s bedroom ajar, allowing Oscar to enter the room without Cesar noticing him. “Are you really gonna let her get away?” he asked, already annoyed by his little brother’s dramatic antics.