Plot: You were in the relationship with Cesar for a while, but you broke up because of his gang life. And one night he comes over to your door, after getting beaten up and you treat his wounds.
Cesar sighed as he slumped down on his bed and placed his head in his hands. His gaze was getting lost, focusing on a single dot on the floor of his room, mind filled with the events that happened a few hours ago. The images of his encounter with you were flashing in his mind on repeat and he was trying to dissect every part of it, trying to find the reason as to why he was now your ex boyfriend. I'm reality, he was trying to find some other reason, anything other than the one thing he can't change. Who he is and the life he lives. He didn't really have a choice in becoming 'Lil spooky', but he never let that define all of him. He wasn't just one thing, and that was what initially attracted you to him. The fact that despite his tough exterior and being part of a gang, he was so kind and caring, and an all around amazing guy. And you never wanted it to come to the point where you'd be breaking up with him. Cesar was the guy you saw yourself getting married to, having kids with and growing old with. After meeting him, no other guy stood a chance, no matter how much they tried.
But after being taken hostage and used in an attempt to either trade with Spooky's gang, or make them do something, for the third time this month, you just couldn't take it anymore. You didn't want to keep being kidnapped and coming back home beaten and terrified to leave your house for the next few weeks. So you made the hardest decision in your life, and you ended things with Cesar. Every search for a different reason for the breakup failed and Cesar was realising that he was wasting his time trying to evade the real reason, but he still couldn't do anything about it. It was his life, every single day, and he couldn't just change it all over night and all of a sudden be free from all it, when his own blood is the leader of the gang. You were the only thing that kept him grounded, and with losing you, he had nobody else to really turn to. You left a huge void in his heart, that no other girl could ever fill, and all he wanted was to get you back into his life.
"You can't keep living like this Y/N. I understand that you're hurting right now, but you haven't been outside in like five days. You'll get sick if you keep acting like this."
Monse was trying to talk some sense into you, but being as stubborn as you are, her words were falling on deaf ears. You didn't want to leave your room, in case you run into Cesar. You were afraid that you'd just forget everything and rush back into his arms as soon as you saw him. And you just couldn't risk that happening. You appreciated Monse's help though. She is Cesar's ex, and you assumed she would hate you for being with him but she didn't. Instead, the two of you became really good friends. But still nothing managed to get you out of your room ever since the breakup. You preferred to spend your time looking through your camera roll, tears staining your face as you realise that the majority of the photos were of you and Cesar. You remembered every single one of those moments very well, and it made you feel even worse, considering the fact that you were now exes, and you thought that you'd never be able to share another moment with the guy you love ever again.
Monse somehow managed to get you back into civilization with the help from Jamal and Ruby, which you were insanely thankful for because you were on the verge of calling Cesar. A few weeks passed and you were still miserable, and so was he, praying every night to at least dream of you when he can't see you in person. He would manage to sneak a peek from a distance when Ruby would text him that he was hanging out with you. It broke his heart to see you like that, fake smiling at your friends when you didn't feel like smiling at all, but you didn't want to worry them. As if they all couldn't see right through you. Knowing that you were always somewhere near meant everything to him and facing the harsh reality that you were far away from him now was crushing him. Even his brother noticed the change in him, wished he could do something to help you out. You were not used to their life, and until you were ready to do so, at least understand what it meant to be a part of a gang, and be able to respond accordingly, Oscar knew it was over between you and his little brother.
That was until one night, when you were woken up by a loud knock on your front door. You were terrified to go over and open it, and you were ready to call the police, until you heard a familiar voice from the other side.
"Y/N, it's me. I know that I probably shouldn't be here, but you were the first person that come to mind. Please, let's talk."
Oh how you've missed that voice. You catch yourself hesitating slightly as you reach for the door handle. Are you really ready to accept everything that dating Cesar represented? You run a hand over your face and decide to check the peephole first and the sight melts away all your willpower to be mad at Cesar and to tell him to go away. His face was covered in bruises, and by the look in his eyes and his posture, you could tell that he was bad. You quickly open the door and finally meet your favourite pair of almond eyes you've missed so much. Your will power melted away when you saw how broken he looked, and you stepped aside a little, taking his hand in yours gently, both of you feeling the spark that was still alive between you, and for a moment, you almost pulled away, but held your cool and Cesar was soon in your apartment, just far enough that you could close the door. He felt nervous to be in your apartment once again, after everything that the two of you have been through.
You lead him over to your couch, and after he's seated, you rummage through your medicine cabinet in the bathroom, before coming back to the living room to find that Cesar allowed himself to lean back against one of your decorative pillows, his head leaning against the wall, eyes closed, finally feeling like he's able to breathe again. His mind was adjusting to the fact that he was safe. He was with you, and he was safe. When he felt your presence, as you crouched down in front of him, his eyes opened, and the first thought that ran through his mind was to tell you he missed you and how much he loved you. To tell you that these past weeks were living hell for him. But because of knowing you as much as he did, he knew that it would make you uncomfortable, so he chose not to. Instead, he satisfied himself with just looking at you, once again being face to face with you, even if he was not able to touch you. He winced slightly when you first started cleaning the cut on his face, making a hissing sound, and you made a pained expression yourself, because it hurt you so much more than him to see him in this state.
Still in a daze by the situation, after you treated some wounds, you went to examine some others, and without even thinking about what you were doing, your hand went up to cup the side of Cesar's face, your thumb sliding gently under the cut on his cheek, pondering if it was gonna need stitches. You were so lost in thought that you didn't feel how he slightly melted under your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, before his own hand went up to cup yours, snapping you out the trance you were in. You looked at each other, and you slowly started pulling your hand out of Cesar's grasp, not yet sure if you were supposed to be doing this. A sigh left his lips, as he allowed your hand to slip out of his own, and you went right back to cleaning his wounds. Every single time you did this felt like the first, your heart breaking the same at the state of the boy you loved so much. Both of you right here, millimeters away from each other, and both of you locked inside your heads, fighting your demons and trying to figure out what to do next, what to say.
Cesar still saw vivid hallucinations of every single time you were kidnapped, and he still blamed himself for all of it. At one point, you were done patching him up, and reality set in that this meant he wasted another chance to talk to you and make things right. And with that thought in his head, mixed with his guilt and the love he has for you, cracks in his strength showed, as he let a few tears slide down his cheek, and wrapped his arms around you, his head finding its way naturally in the crook of your neck, like all the times before, taking you completely by surprise. At first you didn't move, unsure of how to react, but soon you put your own hands around his shoulders, leaning your head against his, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of once again being in Cesar's arms. You spent all this time missing that feeling. It was unbelievable how much of a hold he still had on you. How he was still the one who could make your heart flutter, no matter what.
You could feel his warm breath on your skin, and you feel him start to relax in your arms for a few moments, before pulling away slightly, arms still secure around you and he looked you in the eyes.
"I'm so sorry for everything, everything you had to go through, that you had to endure because of me. If I could turn back time and erase all of it, I would. But what I can't, and won't erase is how much I love you. I knew that breaking up was the best thing to do, but I hate what my life is like without you. You keep me grounded and you make me so happy, and I could bare everything the gang life had in store for me if I just thought about you always being somewhere close. But without you, I can't handle it. I'm not strong enough."
He bowed down his head and shook it, and you knew exactly how he felt. And you were reminded that even though your life has turned around completely since you met Cesar, you couldn't imagine your life without him. Using your thumb and index finger, you lifted Cesar's chin to make him look up at you and told him that you know how strong he is, and that you were proud of that. And as if acting on instinct, you told him that you'll always be there for him and that you love him too.
Those words of encouragement Cesar so desperately wanted to hear from you were giving him the confidence to start leaning in towards you, his eyes staring at your lips, and occasionally looking up at your eyes to see any sign that you didn't want him to kiss you. But you didn't move. You missed him too much to reject him again after your heart skipped several beats when you saw him bruised and bloodied at your doorstep. You'd much rather be with him. As Cesar closed the gap between him and you, you could feel butterflies in your stomach, and the soft feeling of his plump lips on yours, moving in sync, was electric. You planned to spend today the same way that you spent most days, finishing up a tub of ice cream and just missing the hell out of Cesar, but instead you were in his arms, kissing him, letting him back into your life, finally feeling ready to be his girlfriend again. Cesar could finally let out that sigh of relief. He got his girl back and he couldn't be happier. He made a promise, to you and himself, that he was gonna protect you a lot more than ever. And he intended to keep it.
I haven’t had such a strong crush in a looong time on a guy as much as I have for Diego Tinoco. He brings a smile to my face every time I see him, and butterflies roam in my stomach. I just wanted to try one or two fics about him to calm my aching heart. Tell me you get me (regardless of which celeb you have a crush on). Hope you like this imagine, I’m trying to survive studying and I hate to do this to you and take a break, but I just had to <3
