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[youllneverknowrac]

Bridge Between Us-

Chapter 2: Rhythm and Rehersal

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"Seriously?" Rowan muttered, adjusting the strap of his backpack as he stared at the auditorium stage.

He dropped into the last row of the theater with a loud thump that echoed a little too much for 8:15 in the morning. Tristan sat beside him, stretching out his legs and drumming on his knees like they were bongo drums. Gareth was still chewing on a granola bar he'd pulled from his jacket pocket like it had been in there since '85.

"You're not even playing today," Tristan said. "Why are you mad?"

"I'm mad we had to be here before second period," Rowan muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just to watch."

"Support," Gareth corrected with a smirk. "Principal dipshits words. 'Support the cast. Understand the tone. Connect with the creative process.'"

Rowan tilted his head back and groaned, loud enough to get a shushing from a girl two rows down.

He muttered an apology, then slouched further into the seat like he was hoping it would swallow him whole.

The auditorium smelled like hairspray and nervous teenagers, and it was already filling up. Girls in cardigans and side ponytails chatted in whispery clusters. A few of the drama guys practiced tongue twisters near the back door. Mr. Laurence paced along the edge of the stage, clipboard in hand, wearing a blazer with suede elbow patches that screamed "failed Broadway career."

Rowan had exactly zero interest in musicals. He didn't care about dancing cowboys or girls who sang about dreams in cornfields. What he did care about was that this assignment was cutting into his sleep, band practice, and the small slice of personal dignity he'd managed to keep intact since his bandmates got them all in trouble.

"You had to tag the bleachers?" he grumbled again, elbowing Gareth.

Gareth shrugged. "Art's art, man."

—

⸻

Remi stood near the auditorium doors, watching the growing chaos with quiet calculation.

She wasn't nervous. Not really. She'd been in front of crowds before. Plays, debate finals, drama showcases, emcee at the PTA brunch last spring. She knew how to smile through sweat and keep her voice from shaking. This was different, though.

Oklahoma! was a big deal. Mr. Laurence said the fall musical was his "flagship." People came from outside town to see it.

Remi glanced at her packet, running through lines in her head, when her eyes drifted again toward the back row.

Rowan Rhodes.

Slouched in his seat, legs spread wide, arms crossed over his chest like he had a personal vendetta against theater itself. His jacket was unbuttoned over a faded tee. He looked like he belonged on a loading dock, not in a cushioned theater seat.

She caught him watching the stage, then briefly looking over at her.

Their eyes met.

Again.

And again, she looked away first.

He smirked like it was a game he'd already won.

—

"Alright, alright, alright!" Mr. Laurence clapped his hands with theater kid gusto. "Let's get started!"

The house lights dimmed slightly, and Rowan blinked against the stage lights.

"This morning we'll hear monologues and vocal auditions," Laurence continued. "Callbacks will be posted Thursday. But remember you are always being observed. Even now. Even in the audience."

Rowan muttered, "Creepy," under his breath.

Tristan laughed.

The auditions began.

One by one, girls took the stage. some shaky, some way too loud. A guy named Mark from the chess club read his monologue like a hostage video. A sophomore girl broke into tears mid song. Mr. Laurence gave each of them the same encouraging half nod like they were all just seconds away from Broadway.

Rowan was bored. Not just bored, numb. His attention drifted to the curtain folds, to the duct taped corner of the amp they'd be using for sound cues, to the way the AC hummed louder near the left stage light.

Then her name was called.

"Remi James, you're up."

She took the stage like she owned it but not in a loud way. In a way that was smooth, like her shoes didn't squeak like everyone else's. She stood center stage, just to the left of the mic, and held her shoulders like she'd never doubted they belonged square.

Rowan sat up.

Just a little.

Remi's eyes scanned the front row, Mr. Laurence clipboard ready. A few student assistants. A scattered group of teachers who'd stopped by to watch. And then the back row.

She knew he was watching her. Somehow.

Remi drew in a breath and began.

The monologue came first. From The Importance of Being Earnest, classic Wilde wit, sharp and dry. Her tone shifted with each line. Sarcastic, then sweet, then sharply clipped.

It wasn't loud. It wasn't desperate.

It was good.

Rowan didn't even realize he'd stopped slouching.

When she moved into her vocal piece the entire auditorium seemed to quiet. Her voice wasn't the biggest in the room, but it was clean. Clear. Controlled. She didn't belt like she was trying to prove something. She delivered.

Even Rowan could admit that.

When she finished, the applause was brief but real.

Remi stepped down, expression calm, maybe a little flushed.

As she exited stage left, her gaze flicked once more to the back row.

This time, she didn't look away.

—

Later that morning, after most of the audition hopefuls had filtered out, the auditorium had mostly emptied. The lights had shifted back to default fluorescents, casting a yellow glow across the scuffed stage and cracked linoleum. The band guys remained behind, per their punishment.

Mr. Laurence had assigned them to prop duty, sorting bins in the offstage hallway. Gareth had already wandered off into the costume closet, probably trying on someone's feather boa. Tristan was stacking boxes marked "barn set" like they were drums.

Rowan stood off to the side, leaned against a storage cabinet with his hands stuffed in his jacket. He looked like he was somewhere between falling asleep and walking out.

Remi came around the corner, her sweater tied loosely around her waist, clutching a glass water bottle that probably cost more than anything Rowan owned. She didn't seem surprised to see him.

He glanced up lazily as she passed, then back down like she wasn't worth a second look.

But she paused anyway.

"You didn't clap," she said.

Rowan looked up again, brows raised.

Remi gestured toward the stage with a nod. "During my song. You didn't clap."

He shrugged, straightening slightly. "Didn't realize it was mandatory."

"It's not. Just... etiquette."

"Didn't realize that was mandatory either."

Remi took a slow sip from her bottle, then tilted her head at him, considering. "You always this charming?"

"Only when I'm bored."

"Guess I should feel honored."

He looked at her,"You were good," he said, deadpan. "I just don't clap on command."

Remi didn't smile, but her mouth twitched slightly like she was holding one back. "Noted."

She turned to walk away, but paused after two steps and glanced back over her shoulder. "So what'd you do?"

Rowan blinked. "What?"

"To end up here. Theater purgatory."

He hesitated. "Let's just say... the bleachers at the football field look better with our logo on 'em."

Remi snorted. "Seriously how did I miss that one?"she asked more to herself.

"Principal says it's vandalism. I say it's branding."

"Sounds like you and Mr. Laurence are gonna have a long semester together."

Rowan pushed off the wall with a small smirk. "I'll try not to get in your way, star student."

"I'm not the star yet," she said, walking backwards now, glass water bottle swinging casually in her hand. "You'll know when I am."

Rowan watched her go without another word.

But his lips twitched, just a little, like maybe he wasn't as bored anymore.

[youllneverknowrac]

Bridge Between Us~

It's 1988 in Rosebridge, Illinois, and Remi James has the biggest role of her senior year . She's focused, polished, perfectly prepared.

Rowan Rhodes is none of those things.

After a prank gone wrong involving his friends, Rowan is forced by the school to "contribute to the arts" as punishment. Which lands him and his garage band smack in the middle of the musical's live soundtrack.

Remi is mortified. Rowan is entertained.

Somewhere between missed entrances and chaotic rehearsals, they start noticing things they weren't supposed to. Remi sees how insanely good Rowan's timing is.

Rowan can't stop watching Remi disappear into her monologues.

Soon, they're slipping into secret moments, secret smiles... and eventually, a secret relationship.

~

I started writing this in 2017. Had it up for a few days lol then took it off. Anyways I'm 26 now so there's that. I have about 7 chapters not posted so far but trying to fix everything up so I can have them posted within the next few days. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Bridge Between Us

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The sound of a weed whacker buzzed somewhere down the block as Remi James stepped out of her house, her black shoes clean and spotless against the freshly power washed concrete. Her hair was curled into a smooth flip, her sweater color coordinated with her skirt. Everything about her, from the glossy sheen on her lips to the cassette player clipped to her hip was intentional.

She didn't believe in accidents. Or at least, she was raised not to.

"Remi, sweetheart, don't forget your audition packet!" her mom called from the kitchen. Valerie James's voice carried through the screen door like a soft gust of hairspray and ambition.

"I've got it!" Remi called back, holding up her manila folder as proof. She took a careful sip from her iced Pepsi and scanned the street.

Mornings in Rosebridge were always the same. The hum of sprinklers. The distant thump of a basketball down the block. The mailman with the shorts too short. Mr. Laney hosing off the sidewalk in front of his insurance office like it was holy ground.

Their street sat on the north side of town, past the Country Club entrance, two blocks from the newer model homes with manicured hedges and pastel paint. Their house, a five-bedroom brick colonial, had been featured in Midwestern Living once. There was a copy of the magazine framed in the hallway.

Remi turned as her brother Jett came stumbling out the door with a Pop-Tart in his mouth and a bad attitude brewing.

"Tell Juliet she left her dumb dolls by the stairs again," he grumbled.

"She's seven, Jetty. Her brain's still full of glitter."

He rolled his eyes and kept walking, backpack swinging. Remi shook her head, smoothed her skirt, and headed toward her dad's waiting car. The license plate read WASHKING, a custom detail Elliot James had never stopped finding hilarious.

The family car wash empire was modest but successful. James Jet Wash on Main, and James & Co. Auto Shine on the east side near the grocery plaza. Remi didn't love the branding, but the name was everywhere. On signs, pens, fundraiser banners, even the back of the school theater programs.

And for a girl like her, that kind of visibility came with a price.

⸻

Meanwhile, across town, on the far end of Rosebridge where the roads dipped into gravel and the air smelled like motor oil, Rowan Rhodes was already awake, already sweating.

He stood in the tiny hallway of the trailer, running a comb through his damp hair while Clover sat cross legged on the couch he used as his bed. She was wearing a sparkly nightgown with a unicorn on it and holding a half-eaten bowl of cereal that had already gone soggy.

"Bus'll be here soon," he muttered, slipping his band tee over his head.

Clover kicked her legs and sang under her breath. Rowan glanced at her, lips twitching.

He wasn't great with kids but Clover was an exception. She was bright and weird in a good way. She thought his drumming made him famous. She also thought his band, Graveyard Exit, sounded better than Bon Jovi, which he knew was a lie, but a flattering one.

Cherry had already left for her diner shift,"Tips are better when I'm on the clock," she always said and Uncle Pete was at the auto shop. That left Rowan in charge of morning duty.

After getting Clover dressed and walking her down to the curb with her tiny backpack bouncing on her shoulders, Rowan waited beside her, arms crossed, as the same rickety yellow bus rolled up in a puff of gray smoke.

"Don't forget to turn in your library book!" he called as she skipped up the steps.

"I won't!" she beamed. "Bye, Ro-Ro!"

He didn't correct her. Just gave her a little salute.

Once the bus pulled off, he jogged back behind the trailer to the garage/shed.

The space was barely bigger than a storage unit. Concrete floor, pegboard walls, one cracked window, but it was all his. His band practiced here every week: amps stacked like a leaning tower of chaos, cords tangling like weeds, drum kit set up like an altar. Posters of Dio, Metallica, and Slayer took up every inch of wall not covered in insulation foam.

They weren't just some group of basement kids anymore.

Graveyard Exit had played five parties since school started and were eyeing the spring Battle of the Bands. But first, they had to get through their "punishment."

Technically, they weren't volunteering for the school musical. They were serving a debt.

Back in September, Tristan and Gareth had gotten drunk after a show and used bolt cutters to sneak into the football field at night. They'd rearranged the yard markers to spell something very unprintable and graffitied the bleachers with a spray painted devil horn hand.

School board didn't press charges. Barely. But the principal gave them two options: suspension... or three months of community service tied to school and its various programs.

So here they were.

Backing music for the school play. And not even getting credit for it.

Oh and they had to pay a $50 fine each to "offset damages." Rowan was still pissed about it. He didn't even drink that night. He was making flyers while the other two idiots were out tagging stuff.

But he kept his mouth shut and paid the fine.

⸻

Rosebridge High stood near the center of town, big enough to host two pep rallies a year, small enough that everyone still knew what kind of car you drove and who you hooked up with after homecoming. The brick building had two wings, one decent auditorium, and exactly zero working water fountains.

Remi arrived early. Perfect posture, tote bag slung over one shoulder, packet in hand.

She waved at a few girls from debate. Passed by Mr. Fenton, who smiled and said, "Good luck today, Ms. James. Laurey would be lucky to have you."

She smiled back. "Thank you, Mr. Fenton."

The fall musical would be Oklahoma! and she'd been rehearsing her audition for weeks. Perfecting her vowels, her tone, the southern lilt.

She slid into her theater seat in the second row and set her drink down with a small, confident exhale.

That's when she heard it. Muffled laughter, scuffing boots, and the unmistakable thrum of a drumstick tapping along the way.

Her stomach sank.

The band.

They were here already.

Sure enough, as the auditorium doors opened for tech rehearsal setup, in walked Gareth followed by Tristan with his bass case, and finally, him.

Rowan.

Leather jacket, worn-out boots, backpack covered in duct tape and patches. Hair too long. Smirk too casual. He had that look, the one that said he couldn't care less about being here... and somehow still made people watch him walk.

She knew him only in passing.

He'd been suspended twice last year. Aside from his band mates he hung out with older guys who never graduated. He played drums like he was mad at the world and kissed girls behind the bleachers like he wasn't scared of getting caught.

He wasn't her type.

At all.

And yet, when he caught her looking, his smirk tilted just enough to land right in her stomach.

Remi looked away first.

Rowan chuckled under his breath.

This was going to be interesting.

[youllneverknowrac]

Steve Harrington Imagine

Outfit is from Pinterest can’t remember the creator!

The cherry Slurpee was already halfway melted when Steve finally noticed you.

You were sitting on the hood of his car like you owned it. one leg stretched out long, the other bent just enough to give your shorts that effortless look guys tripped over. Headphones around your neck, oversized striped tee slipping off one shoulder, a Walkman half hanging out of your back pocket. You’d been there a while, judging by the way your drink was dripping pink down your hand, staining your skin like candy.

He watched from inside Family Video, pretending to organize the “Coming Soon” display but really just stealing glances through the window. You hadn’t looked over yet. Not once. Which drove him nuts.

Robin leaned against the counter behind him, chewing a pen cap and watching him with narrowed eyes.

“You gonna go talk to her?” she asked.

“She’s just waiting,” Steve mumbled.

“Yeah, on your car. With her legs like that. You think she does that for every guy or just the ones who need help alphabetizing the horror section?”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t answer. Instead, he wiped his palms on his jeans and pushed through the door.

The summer air hit him like a wall. Humid and sweet, thick with the smell of pavement and popcorn. You finally glanced over.

“Took you long enough,” you said, sipping what was left of your Slurpee.

“I had to pretend to work for at least ten minutes or Robin would’ve started monologuing about the patriarchy.”

You kicked at his shin gently. “And we wouldn’t want that.”

He stepped closer, squinting at the bright red stain on your lips. “What flavor is that?”

“Cherry. Obviously.”

He reached out, slow, tugging the straw from your hand and taking a long sip. You watched him the whole time, lips twitching.

“Not bad,” he said, handing it back.

“Backwash included?”

“I’m offended.”

You laughed and jumped down from the hood, standing a little too close, your fingers brushing his waist as you passed by. You leaned against the car now, facing him.

“You off soon?” you asked.

Steve checked his watch. “Technically… I could be done now. But I told Keith I’d stay and cover the shift.”

You pouted, mock disappointment. “Guess that means no parking lot makeout today.”

He looked up fast. “Is that what this outfit was about?”

Your hands went to your belt loops, eyes glinting. “What? This old thing?”

“You look like a Slurpee commercial and a Joan Jett song had a baby.”

You grinned. “Is that a compliment?”

“Oh, one hundred percent.”

He stepped in closer, the way he always did when he was testing something. You didn’t flinch. You never did.

“I have twenty minutes,” he said.

“Before?”

He glanced back toward the store. “Before Robin starts narrating my life like she’s writing a tragic poem.”

You cocked your head. “So… we’ve got twenty minutes?”

He shrugged. “Could stretch it to thirty if I pretend to clean the break room.”

You bit your lip. “I love when you lie for me.”

He grabbed your hand without another word and pulled you inside.

~

The back room of Family Video was dim, cooler than outside, and smelled faintly like cardboard, bleach, and plastic. Steve flicked on the overhead light, the soft buzz filling the silence as the door clicked shut behind you.

You dropped your Slurpee on a crate and turned toward him.

“Lock the door?”

He blinked. “What?”

“You’re a rule breaker, right? Lock it.”

He smirked and obeyed, turning the metal latch with a click that sounded a little too loud in the still room.

When he turned back, you were closer.

A little too close.

Steve’s breath caught in his throat.

“Y’know,” he said, trying to keep it casual, “I used to be pretty smooth.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I had moves. Girls used to fall all over me.”

You tilted your head. “And now?”

“Now,” he said, reaching out to tug gently at the drawstring on your Walkman, “I trip over my own feet every time you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

He didn’t answer. Just stepped in, hands slipping to your waist, eyes locked on yours.

And when you kissed him, it wasn’t rushed.

It was slow. Lazy, even. Like the kind of kiss that happens when there’s no real hurry—even though both of you knew he only had fifteen minutes now.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly at the base of his neck. He groaned into your mouth, pulling you tighter against him, guiding you backward until you bumped into the stack of old VHS cases behind you.

Steve kissed like he cared about it.

Like he’d thought about it all day and had finally gotten the green light to stop pretending.

“Jesus,” he muttered against your mouth, “you’re gonna ruin me.”

“You say that like I haven’t already.”

He laughed and leaned his forehead against yours. One hand on your hip, the other brushing the hem of your shorts, slow and unsure.

“Can I?” he asked quietly.

You nodded.

And just like that, the room shifted.

Hands moved lower. Shirt seams strained. That damn choker of yours made him lose focus more than once. He kissed your collarbone like it owed him money, tugged the Walkman from your back pocket and tossed it gently onto the crate behind you. Tension melted into heat.

Not frantic. Not rushed.

Just real.

Soft gasps. Stolen breath. The kind of touches that left goosebumps and had you both smiling mid-kiss.

~

When you finally pulled apart, both of you flushed and messy, Steve just held you for a moment fingers brushing the small of your back, his heartbeat racing against yours.

The overhead light buzzed again.

He exhaled. “You’re trouble.”

You grinned. “You like trouble.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, kissing the edge of your jaw. “Especially when it’s wearing cutoffs and sitting on my car like it’s her throne.”

[youllneverknowrac]

Mike Wheeler

~

You weren't supposed to be at the Wheeler house this late.

Technically, the movie night ended an hour ago and somehow your sitting on the edge of his bed with a shared blanket over your laps, the soft buzz of a static filled TV in the background.

Neither of you spoke for a while. You just sat shoulder to shoulder, the silence not quite awkward, but close.

Mike shifted slightly, bumping your knee. "Sorry," he mumbled.

You looked over at him. "You keep apologizing for things that aren't even bad."

His face flushed pink in the dim glow of the TV. "Yeah, well. That's sort of my thing."

You smiled and nudged his arm with yours. "I like your thing."

That made him freeze for a second.

You didn't take it back. You meant it. He was awkward and rambly and overthinks everything but it was part of why you liked him. Mike Wheeler was intense in a quiet way. He noticed small things. He felt big, even when he didn't say much.

"Do you..." he started, then stopped, then tried again. "Do you think about stuff like...like what it'd be like if we were... more than just friends?"

You blinked.

"Wow," you said, smiling gently. "You really jumped off that cliff, huh?"

He groaned, head dropping into his hands. "I shouldn't've said that. That was dumb. Just forget it"

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. Quick, warm, soft.

He froze. Slowly, he looked up at you, wide eyed.

"You weren't dumb," you said. "You were honest."

Mike blinked. "So you... think about it too?"

You didn't answer. You just took his hand under the blanket and laced your fingers with his.

He smiled, nervous and glowing. "Cool. Uh...yeah. That's really... cool."

Outside, the wind rustled the trees.

Inside, the static hummed.

And Mike Wheeler smiled like his whole world had just changed.

[youllneverknowrac]

Billy Hargrove

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~

It was after hours. The pool was closed, the parking lot empty except for one car. You walked past the chain link gate and heard the low rumble of a cigarette being lit. Billy Hargrove, lifeguard off-duty and devil fully intact, was sitting on the edge of a deck chair, legs spread, smoke curling from his lips like a lazy dare.

"You're late," he said without looking up.

You crossed your arms, standing a few feet away. "You said nine. It's eight-fifty."

He smirked and finally met your gaze, blue eyes gleaming even in the low light. "So? You gonna come sit or just stand there pretending you're not curious?"

You should've walked away. You knew what he was a walking red flag with perfect hair and a bad attitude. But something about the way he watched you, like he already knew the answer, made it impossible.

You sat near him. He didn't hide the way his eyes dropped to your legs before crawling back up to your face.

"You always this cocky?" you asked, taking the cigarette from his fingers and bringing it to your lips, just to mess with him.

He chuckled low. "Only when it works."

"And does it?"

His smirk grew, like he knew the whole game and was just waiting for you to catch up. "You're here, aren't you?"

You exhaled smoke slow and steady, handing the cigarette back. "I'm bored."

Billy leaned in, brushing his thumb across your cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world. "You're curious."

You swallowed hard but didn't back away.

"And what if I am?" you whispered.

He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear as he said, "Then you're in trouble, sweetheart."

You didn't flinch. Didn't back off. You just turned your head and met his eyes, your lips dangerously close to his.

"Maybe I like trouble."

That smile he gave you?

Downright filthy.

Billy's hand came up, fingers brushing the side of your neck, calloused fingertips trailing over your skin like he was memorizing the shape of your pulse. He smelled like smoke and chlorine and the kind of trouble you definitely shouldn't crave.

"Yeah," he whispered, thumb dragging over your lower lip, "I bet you do."

You didn't stop him when he leaned in. You didn't even pretend to hesitate when his mouth hovered over yours, breath warm, teasing.

But he didn't kiss you...not yet.

Instead, he smirked again and tilted his head, eyes dropping to your mouth like it was his new favorite sin. His hand drifted down, slow and unhurried, tracing the curve of your waist, slipping just beneath the hem of your shirt with a touch that was all heat and no apology.

"You came here to see how far I'd go," he murmured. "Didn't you?"

"Maybe," you breathed, heart pounding.

He leaned in closer, lips brushing just barely against the corner of your mouth. Not a kiss, but almost cruel in the way it lingered.

"You wanna push me, baby?" he whispered. "I'll push back."

Your breath caught.

He finally kissed you.

And it wasn't soft. It was the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt, all lips and teeth and fingers pressing into your hips like he already knew every curve. You let yourself fall into it, let the heat rise like steam off the pool behind you. His other hand slid into your hair, gripping just enough to make you gasp, to make him smile against your lips like he'd won a bet with himself.

But then he pulled back.

Not far. Just enough to let his lips hover again, swollen and smug.

"Better be sure you can handle what you started, sweetheart," he rasped.

"Try me."

But you saw it, the flicker in his eyes. Want. Need. Hunger he was barely keeping on a leash.

He looked you over once more, slow and deliberate, like he was making damn sure this wasn't just a heat of the moment thing.

"You wanna get out of here?" he asked, voice gruff.

You nodded once, pulse thudding like a drum in your throat. "Yeah."

He didn't waste another second.

Billy grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the gate, fingers tight around yours as he led you with purpose as if he already had every move planned. You tried to keep your cool, but something about the way his rings felt against your skin had your knees weak.

The parking lot was quiet, moonlight shining off the hood of his Camaro like it was part of the plan. He let go of your hand just long enough to open the passenger door.

"Get in," he said low, already heading around to the driver's side. "Now."

The door shut behind you with a satisfying thunk, the leather still warm from the day's heat. Billy slid in next to you, slamming the door shut and turning the key just long enough for the stereo to hum to life, some sultry rock track crackling through the speakers.

No headlights. No engine. Just you, him, and that coiled electricity hanging between your bodies in the dark.

He turned toward you, one arm slung over the back of your seat. "You sure about this?" he asked, tone still cocky but there was something real buried underneath. A rare flicker of restraint.

You leaned in close, lips brushing his ear this time. "Didn't drag me out here just to talk, did you, Hargrove?"

That did it.

His mouth was on yours again, rougher this time, with a hunger that made your whole body light up. He shifted, climbing halfway over the center console as his hands found your waist, dragging you toward him like he needed you closer now.

You didn't fight it. You let him guide you, let yourself straddle his lap in the driver's seat as his hands roamed, calloused and hot, one sliding under your shirt, the other gripping your thigh like a lifeline.

The Camaro rocked slightly under the weight of you both, windows fogging as his lips traced fire down your neck.

"You know," he muttered between kisses, "I've thought about this. Right here. This seat. You on top of me like this..."

You rolled your hips against him just enough to make him groan deep, low, filthy.

"Yeah?" you whispered, brushing your lips over his again. "Then stop talking and show me."

He grinned wickedly.

"Sweetheart," he rasped, hand gripping the back of your neck as he kissed you again, "you better hold on."

The Camaro's windows were fogging fast, the summer heat inside thick with breath and want.

Billy's hands roamed your body like he'd been waiting a lifetime for this moment, fingers memorizing every curve like he was afraid he might forget the shape of you. The space was tight, hot, and confining but neither of you seemed to mind.

You were straddling him now, your shirt tossed somewhere in the backseat. His rings were cool against your bare skin, dragging slowly across your spine as he kissed you like he had something to prove like he needed you to remember this, down to the last breathy moan.

"Look at me," he murmured into your neck, his voice low and rough, almost broken with restraint. "Wanna see your face when I ruin you."

~

When it was over, you stayed tangled in the front seat, half-naked and sweaty, chest rising and falling together.

Billy pulled back just enough to study your face his eyes softer now, like the fire had burned through the worst of him.

"Trouble suits you," he said low, brushing a thumb over your swollen bottom lip.

You smiled lazily. "You're the worst influence I've ever had."

He chuckled, breathless. "Yeah... but I'm your favorite, aren't I?"

You didn't answer. You just leaned in, kissed him again, and decided not to think about tomorrow.

[youllneverknowrac]

Steve Harrington Imagine

~

"You're doing that thing again," Steve says from behind you, voice smooth like honey with a smug little lilt.

You don't turn around yet. You're crouched in the horror section, restocking returned tapes, and very aware of the way he's leaning against the shelf, his arms crossed, head tilted, grin way too self satisfied.

"What thing?" you ask innocently, sliding The Evil Dead into its rightful spot.

"That little sway in your hips when you know I'm watching."

You stand slowly, dusting your hands off as you turn to face him. "You're imagining things, Harrington."

He shrugs, like he doesn't even care if he's right. But the sparkle in his eye says otherwise. "Maybe. But you do know I'm watching."

You fold your arms and tilt your head. "What if I said I caught you checking me out three separate times today?"

He steps closer. "Only three? I must be losing my touch."

You narrow your eyes, fighting a smirk. "You're so full of yourself."

Steve smiles, not backing down. "Nah. Just confident."

There's barely a foot between you now, and neither of you moves. You can hear the soft hum of the store lights, the distant whir of the back office fan, and somewhere in the background, Pretty in Pink is still playing on loop.

He glances down at your mouth, then back to your eyes. "You ever think about it?"

You raise a brow. "About what?"

He grins wider. "What'd happen if you stopped teasing and just kissed me already?"

"Oh?" You step forward now, close enough to feel the warmth off his chest. "You want me to make the first move?"

"I mean..." He leans down, voice dropping. "You are standing in the horror section. Seems like the perfect place for bad decisions."

Your lips part, and for a second just a second you consider it. His breath is brushing your skin, his eyes flicker to your mouth again, and your fingers twitch at your side.

The bell above the front door jingles.

"NOPE!" Robin's voice calls from across the store. "Absolutely not! I knew I smelled tension back here."

You and Steve jump apart like guilty teenagers, both red faced as Robin rounds the corner, arms full of tapes.

"Seriously, I go on lunch for twenty minutes and you two are about to turn aisle six into a PG-13 moment?" she teases, dropping tapes into the return bin with flair.

Steve groans. "You're the worst."

Robin grins. "And you're predictable."

You just laugh, brushing past Steve with a satisfied smirk. "Horror section's bad luck, Harrington."

He follows after you, hand over his heart. "Then I guess I'll just have to find a more... romantic aisle next time."

[youllneverknowrac]

Eddie Munson Imagine

~

You weren't sure how he convinced you to skip last period.

Okay maybe you were sure. It was the way he leaned against his van like the world owed him something, eyes glinting with mischief as he twirled his keys on one ringed finger.

"I have something better than trigonometry," Eddie said, the wind catching strands of his wild hair. "Come on. I promise you'll thank me."

And now you were here. On the floor of his trailer, the scent of old incense clinging faintly to the couch cushions, surrounded by vinyl records and a bowl of half-stale popcorn between you. The lights were dim, the only glow coming from the lava lamp on his shelf and the orange spill of afternoon sun cutting through the blinds.

You leaned back on your elbows, watching him flip through records with the focus of someone choosing a spellbook for battle.

"Why do I feel like I'm about to be emotionally attacked by your music taste?" you teased.

Eddie smirked over his shoulder. "Because you are. It's part of the Eddie Munson experience. Now shut up and prepare to have your soul touched."

He dropped the needle, and the opening of a slow, warbling ballad crackled through the speakers.

You blinked. "Is that... Fleetwood Mac?"

"Don't look at me like that. Even metalheads feel things," he said dramatically, then flopped down beside you on the carpet, one leg pressed to yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The song played. You said nothing, and neither did he. For once, Eddie didn't feel the need to fill the silence with his usual chaos. He just... looked at you.

You met his gaze. "What?"

He tilted his head. "Nothing. You just..." he reached out, tugging at a loose thread on your sleeve, "look like the kind of person someone writes songs about."

Your heart stuttered. "That's the sappiest thing you've ever said to me."

"Yeah, well." His fingers ghosted along your wrist, his expression softening. "You bring it out of me."

The moment settled like dust in the light

You didn't kiss him right away. You just smiled, laced your fingers with his, and let the music do the talking.

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz- Sweats

At work and whipped this up real quick! Enjoy!

~

The weather was crisp and cool as you sit outside in the front yard in a lounge chair. You’re scrolling through your social media until Oscar’s voice grabs your attention.

“Yeah man, I’ll be there in 15. Let me just tell my girl bye real quick.” He says into the phone,”Bet foo.” He adds before hanging up and putting the phone into the pocket of his grey sweats. A certain body part of his very noticeable through the material.

“‘Let me say bye to my girl’?” You mock in question as you stand up and cross your arms,”Where are you going?”

“I told you I had a hair cut today.” Oscar reminds as he strides over to you with a smirk,”You don’t have to pout, I won’t be gone long mami.”

“You’re funny if you think you’re going anywhere dressed in those.” You say with a shake of your head and a dry chuckle,”And you’re gonna have a fresh cut? Nah, you got me messed up.”

“Whatcha mean?” He asks confusingly,”It’s fucking sweats and a muscle shirt. What’s wrong with me getting my fade?”

“Exactly! So you’re gonna look fine ass fuck and all these thirsty bitches are gonna be looking at you. Go change or I’m calling Tony and canceling your appointment.” You demand as you point to the house,”You be feeling yourself to much after you get a haircut, then you want to dress like a whore to top it off? Nope.”

“Man you tripping for nothing.” Oscar laughs as he throws his head back,”Chill chula, it’s not a big deal.”

“Oh really?” You ask with a raised eyebrow,”So this”-you start as you reach out and grab him through his sweats-“isn’t a big deal? Cause that’s all you can notice when you wear these.”

“Fuck.” Oscar hisses as he jumps away,”You’re crazy bebe.” He says before breaking out into laughter again,”I love it.”

“You’re not gonna love it when I knock those shades off your big head.” You try to say seriously, but can’t help the smile that appears as you watch him. His laughter dying down a few seconds later.

“Come here crazy.” Oscar rasps as he holds his arms out and pulls you to him, his hands like always going to your ass,”You ain’t got to be worried about any of these girls looking at me, cause I damn sure ain’t looking at them. You wanna come with me though to make sure or que?”

“So you want me to get in a fight is what you’re saying?” You joke as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and look up at him through your lashes,”You already know I don’t play that shit papi and besides I can’t go anyway. So go change, I’m not kidding.” You say seriously before pecking his lips.

“Fine.” He mumbles, squeezing your ass before pulling away,”Might as well throw these out if I can never wear them.” He pouts

“Nah, you can wear them in the house.” You smile sweetly before taking your original seat,”My eyes only, don’t forget that.”

“I hate it here!” Oscar groans as he turns around and marches into the house, grumbling under his breath about having to change as you resume scrolling through your phone with a victorious grin.

[youllneverknowrac2]

Fezco x Reader

Couldn’t think of what to name this but enjoy. Wanted to write a little something. No real plot, just a little chill day with Fez.

~

“Whatcha cooking?” Fez mumbles as he comes up behind you and presses his chest to your back,”Hm?”

“You know, just my famous hamburger helper.” You laugh as you lean back into his embrace while stirring the meat around in the pan,”Little fucker asked me to make it.” You say in regards to Ashtray.

“He could have done it his self.” Fezco mummers into your ear before softly placing kisses right under it.

“I don’t mind.” You say as you crane your neck to the side and place the wooden spoon down on the counter,”Can I help you with something?” You giggle softly

“I just want to love on my girl.” He admits as he reaches his arm around you and turns off the stove before turning you around and grabbing at your exposed tummy and waist, his hands gently caressing you,”My baby’s so pretty, I just can’t help it.”

“Cheesy boy.” You tease as you take in the compliments, your hands capturing either side of his face and scratching at his beard,”I love you.”

“I love you.” He reply’s softly before pecking your lips gently,”Come kick it with me. I gotta do a few drops.”

“We gone light that up if I do?” You smile as you point to the blunt that was resting on his ear. Not caring what his answer was and just happy that he was being so affectionate today.

“You really asking that? How long we been together?” He chuckles as he grabs at your ass roughly,”Go on then, can’t keep our customers waiting.”

“Okay.” You agree quickly with a nod of your head,”Let me go put some shoes on.”

“I’ll be in the car. Move yo ass girl.” He smirks at your eagerness,”Go on.” He repeats, his large hand slapping your ass as you pull away from him,”Yo! Ash! We riding out, come finish the food bro!”

“Bet!” You hear him call out from the confinement of the bathroom when you pass it. After reaching your bedroom you slide on your shoes and grab your wallet just in case,”Y’all gonna be long?” Ashtray asks after bumping into you in the hall.

“Not sure, he just said he had a few drops to make. Maybe a hour or so.” You shrug as you reach out to dust off some lint on his shirt,”Don’t burn the apartment down, all you gotta do is let the water boil and pour the noodles in. Read.the.box.” You say slowly.

“Aye man I can handle some fucking hamburger helper.” He smirks as he walks into the kitchen.

“You know it’s hard for me to believe that right?” You laugh as you walk past him,”Love ya kid. Lock the door!” You remind out of habit before it slams shut.

“Hurry yo slow ass up!” Fez shouts as he drives over to you through the lot, the windows of his older car rolled down,”I ain’t got all day girl.” He jokes as he reaches over to push open the door for you to slide in when he comes to a stop.

“Don’t rush me.” You say once your in,”So rude.” You joke as you buckle up.

“Well we gots some paper to make, phones been ringing off the hook all day.”

“Yeah,yeah...you’re still not selling to her though, right?” You ask as you kick your feet up on the dash, Fezco knowing exactly who you were talking about. Rue being one of the many reasons his phone stays ringing.

“Nah, I can’t bring myself to do that.” He says with a shake of his head as he pulls the blunt from his ear to spark it,”I got real love for that girl, she’s like my lil sister ya know?”

“I know baby.” You smile sadly as you lean over to quickly peck his cheek,”You’re doing the right thing, don’t beat yourself up...now let’s turn this music up.” You sigh as you try to lighten the mood back up.

“Your shits already connected, you gone play that ‘hot girl’ shit?” He chuckles as you scroll through your phone and pick a song.

“Nope, I’m a city girl today.” You smirk as you crank it all the way up and began moving to the beat,”Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures

Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger

Fuckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass...”

“You wildin lil mama.” He laughs as he glances over at you,”My little city girl.”

“You got that right.” You say as you continue your little show. Fezco putting up with you and your music as he drives around town to do his drops. Loving that he didn’t have to take you on some fancy over the top date to put a smile on your face. Loving that you could have the best time in the world by just sitting in his car while he did his ‘job’. Loving that you loved him for who he was and looking past what he did.

“Your turn.” He smirks as he holds the blunt out for you.

“Thanks.” You grin as you grab it and take a hit, your free hand grabbing his and giving it a squeeze. Fezco was definitely your happy place, and doing anything with him would always be a good time.

[spookysmujer]

Hood Love, O. Diaz

Summary: As high school sweethearts, Oscar being in prison never changed the way you felt about him. You’re known for being a brat with him, so it’s only fair to uphold the attitude and make him jealous behind the steel curtain.

warnings: jealous/toxic!Oscar  

word count: 1.2K

requested by my bitch @youllneverknowrac​

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“You better not hang up.” Oscar sounds through the receiver of your phone which is pressed between your ear and shoulder as you make lunch. You roll your eyes and close the jar of mayo not saying anything.

You don’t need to hear him speak to know what kind of look he has on his face. A small grin spreads across your face as you remind quiet, “Mami? Babe? Babe?” He repeats over and over again, the laughter not being able to be contained any longer.

The eruption of laughter causes him to Oscar click his tongue and sigh. Meanwhile on his side, he’s leaned against the wall with a stoic expression. He’s had a long day of dealing with unnecessary shit. The last thing he wants is his ruca adding to the long list of bullshit.

“Y/N.” 

First names were never used between the two of you, since the first day you spoke to each other freshmen year. It’s been nicknames of all sorts, it wasn’t like you never used your legal names with each other but to go from mami to Y/N means that he isn’t in the mood.

Keep reading

[youllneverknowrac2]

Normal Night

Warnings:It’s Euphoria so you already know.

Enjoy xoxo

~

“Fez! Baby, wake up.” You groan as you lightly shake his side,”Someone’s at the door.” You inform him as the beating continues. The two of you accustomed to people knocking on your door at all hours, and even though your boyfriend always reminded his customers to not pop up announced, it still happened. People needed their fix.

“Fucking bullshit.” He smacks as he throws the comforter off of his body and sits up quickly,”Fucking 2 in the morning...I bet you it’s Markie’s ass.”

“It usually is.” You say with a yawn before pulling the blanket higher up on your body, already missing your boyfriend’s body heat,”Just hurry up, it’s already cold.” You smile lazily at him, watching as he pulls a pair of sweats over his boxers.

“I’ll be right back baby girl.” He sighs, grabbing the gun off the nightstand and putting it in the back of his waistband. Ashtrays voice coming over the walkie talkie moments later.

“Aye, y’all gonna answer that shit or do I have to?” He barks,”Cause if I go do it someone’s getting their head blown off.”

“Tell his ass to shut the fuck up and stay in his room.” Fez chuckles before exiting the bedroom and heading to the front door.

“Chill out.” You laugh after you scramble for the other walkie,”Go back to bed, your brothers already going.” You add, throwing the device to the side when you get no response. You huff and lay back down, barley making out the voices in the living room as you try to listen in. It wasn’t until you hear your usually quiet Fez’s voice raise that you jump out of the bed and run out into the hallway, nearly trampling over Ashtray who had the same idea as you. The two of you peek around the corner, your little protector strapped with a gun of his own as he stands next to you.

“Man, get the fuck out my house. I ain’t fronting you shit, you either got the cash or you don’t.” Fez’s says irritated,”Look, just go. You bout to get me heated, you already over here banging on my door and waking my girl up. I told you about that shit, I’m bout to quit selling to yo ass for real.”

“Come on Fez, I’ll have the money in the morning.” The older gentleman pleads,”I just need the pills man. Just give them to me.”

“Nah, no cash means no pills.” Your boyfriend shrugs,”Get yo high ass out my house now.”

“Y/N. Ash.” He smiles as he steps around Fez when he takes notice of the two of you,”Help me out here.”

“Don’t walk around here like you own this shit.” Fez’s snaps as he grabs him by the back of his shirt, you and Ashtray now stepping into the living room.

“Just swing by the store tomorrow with the cash. Ain’t shit free around here.” Little Fez says as he goes to open the front door,”On some real shit though, keep waking my ass up in the middle of the night and we gone have problems. Problems you ain’t gonna like.”

“Markie don’t be pissing off your supplier.” You try to reason with him as he gets tossed outside. Both brothers warning him about what would happen if he came back tonight,”Go home to your wife and get some sleep! It’ll do you good.” You shout out before spinning on your heel and walking back to the comfort of your room, letting them have a moment alone to talk about business. Not that they wouldn’t talk about it in front of you but you didn’t care enough to stick around and listen seeing as it was the middle of the night. You enter the room and switch on the floor lamp before grabbing the rolling tray Fez made for you as a part of your birthday gift last year. After grabbing the necessary items you plop yourself down on to the mattress and get to work on the blunt.

“Shit girl you read my mind.” You hear a minute or so later, followed by some shuffling around the room before the spot next to you sinks in,”Fucking pill heads man, shit stresses me out.” Fez complains as you glance over at him and blow him a quick kiss.

“I’m sorry baby.” You offer sincerely,”This is gonna make you feel better though.” You smile,”Ta da!” You say as you hold up the blunt before crawling over and straddling him, his hands instinctively rubbing up and down your thighs as he leans back against the old wooden headboard.

“That my shit or yours?” He smirks as he watches you light it up.

“It’s the one I took out of your back pack the other day.” You admit with a goofy grin,”It’s really good. You should get more of it...and isn’t it our shit baby?” You challenge playfully, Fez letting out a little laugh before nodding in understanding.

“Nah you’re right angel, it’s our shit. My fault.” He corrects himself, not responding to him as you lean down to press your lips to his. The smoke you held being blown into his mouth before you sit back up and take another drag,”I love you girl.” He says as he takes the blunt from you with a small smile.

“I know.” You grin as you bring a hand up to hold the side of his face,”I love you more though.”

“You must if you still sticking around after all the stuff you seen.” He laughs as he blows out a cloud of smoke,”All these crazy nights and you still ain’t run off.”

“It’s a normal night for me now.” You reason nonchalantly.

“Normal night.” He repeats with a chuckle.

“Mhm.” You hum in agreement before once again bringing your lips to his. They may be crazy but every night with Fezco would always be worth sticking around.

[youllneverknowrac]

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Oscar Diaz-Who’s That

Something short for my peeps who can’t fall asleep

Enjoy xoxo

~

“Yo! Who’s that fine ass hyna over there in the black dress?” Oscar slurs at Sad Eyes as he points at you from across the lawn. It was the typical Saturday night at the Diaz household, a Santo party in full swing as the music blast so loud it could probably be heard in Beverly Hills. Only this time Oscar went way over his usual alcohol limit and seemed to have forgotten a very important piece of his life.

“Spooky that’s yo girl.” Sad Eyes smirks as he wraps his arm around a unsteady Oscar’s shoulders”Y/N...you’ve been with her since freshman year mano. She gave you a son a few months ago. No? Doesn’t ring a bell?” He pushes, shaking his head at his best friend in disbelief,”How much have you drank foo?”

“Not enough.” Oscar says, his eyes never leaving your body,”Hey man, ima go holla at her real quick.”

“You go do that.” Say Eyes urges as he gently shoves him in your direction,”Don’t make a ass out of yourself compa!” He chuckles with a shake of his head as he watches him make his way towards you.

“Girl, go get your man.” Your homegirl Kat says as she motions for you to look over your shoulder.

“Oh my god.” You laugh as you turn around to look at Oscar who was stumbling across the yard and toward you,”Can you please go check on the baby, so I can handle whatever bullshit is about to spew from his mouth.”

“I got you girl.” She smiles as she stands up before heading inside to check on yours and Oscar’s 5 month old son who slept peacefully in your bedroom.

“Thanks!” You call out as you walk the rest of the distance to meet your hammered baby daddy,”Hi there.” You giggle as he drunkenly bumps into you, a huge smile forming on his face as he looks down at you.

“I was looking for you.” He informs

“Oh yeah?” You ask as you grip the front of his shirt and pull him closer,”For what?”

“Damn ma, you’re straight forward.” He chuckles,”I like that...aye what’s yo name? I’m Oscar. People call me Spooky though.”

“My name?” You say with a raised eyebrow as you take a step back,”You know my name papi.”

“Papi? Aight then ima just call you mami.” He says before doubling over in laughter.

“You really don’t remember my name?” You laugh as you shove his shoulder

“I’m sure I’d have remembered yo name. Cause I surely would have remembered your face.” He says, his words taking a second to register in your head since his speech was so messed up.

“It’s Y/N, I’m your girlfriend idiot.” You say as you look up at him expectantly.

“Am I that fucked up?” He chuckles,”Nah, you’re fucking with me.” He says as he sways a little too far for your liking, you instantly reach out for him and hold him upright with a laugh.

“Let’s get you inside. You need to go to bed.” You order as you carefully drag him towards the door.

“Are you coming to bed with me?” He gasp, excitement radiating from his voice,”Aye? You don’t got a man for real though right? I ain’t trynna get shot at, cause I shoot back ma.” He slurs as you manage to get him through the door.

“For the last time. You.are.my.man.” You groan tiredly,”Okay, you’re on the couch tonight.” You add, already knowing you’d burn out if your tried to take him to the bedroom.

“Hmm?” He hums as he looks around, his legs like noodles at this point. You sigh and finally drop him on the couch moments later, rolling him on to his side before you take a seat on the coffee table,”Damn...why you so fucking fine?” He asks, his eyes heavy as he lazily reaches out for you,”Let...me get...yo num...” he breathes out before he falls asleep, his mouth partially open. You can’t help but roll your eyes as you get up and grab a blanket to cover the sleeping Santo. You gently caress his face, your actions coming to a halt when Kat joins you.

“Glad to see both your baby’s are sound asleep.” She jokes

"Yeah tell me about it." You laugh, glancing at him one more time before going back outside to enjoy the rest of the night. Already planning on teasing him about his behavior tomorrow morning, there was nothing better than teasing a grouchy hungover Oscar Diaz.

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Smoke session

Basically brattitude with weed, enjoy!

Show me some love 👉🏼👈🏼🥺

~

You were seated across from Oscar at the kitchen table, watching as he expertly rolled the blunt. You don’t know why but something about the way he did it made you feel a certain way. You rest your chin on your hand, your head tilting slighting as you lick your bottom lip.

“You okay?” Oscar chuckles as he glances up at you for a quick second.

“Mhm.” You hum as you slightly lean forward.

“What? You want me to lick you next ma?” He teases as he packs the end. His words causing your stomach to tighten up.

“I wouldn’t say no.” You smile as you slowly stand up and go stand in between his legs,”Are you done?”

“With this?” He asks as he holds up the blunt, his other hand coming up to rest on your lower back,”I am.”

“Thanks.” You smile before taking it from him and walking out the front door, lighting it up as you go.

“Hell nah.” Oscar laughs as he comes up behind you and reaches around to snag the ‘drug’ back,”I rolled this shit, not you.”

“You should want me to go first, I’m your girl.” You joke as you blow out the smoke from the only hit you got.

“Not when it comes to my first love.” He teases as the two of you sit down on the porch steps together, Oscar keeping the mood light and not letting you respond as he begins to spit a verse from a song about weed,”You been my gal since the age of 13. And Its funny to me, you still make me fiend.

You put a spell on me with the green voodoo

You love when my boys come and run us a choo choo

Mary-Jane deep in the game

The way I feel words can't explain

You been true to me, stood by my side

I Wake up and get my mornings first high

Other hoes wonder why they get no love

Cause Mary got a big ol' but....See ma, weeds been with me way before you.”

“Oh really? That’s how you feel?” You giggle before lightly shoving his side and causing him to drop the blunt,”Ha! That’s what your ass gets. Aye, you know what they say when you drop the blunt though right?” You ask, Oscar’s mouth falling open at your joke.

“Word?” He asks as he picks it up,”Keep fucking playing with me. I’ll knock your head off your mother fucking shoulders girl.” He threatens with a smirk before taking another drag and holding it out for you.

“So you can joke, but I can’t?” You smile as you take it from his fingers before sitting down on the lower step and moving between his thighs to lean back against him,”Hypocrisy at it’s finest papi.”

“I’m talking about a plant, you joking about one of my homies fucking you. How is that the same?” He asks as he stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, rolling his eyes as you blow the smoke into his face.

You stare up at him innocently debating on if you should push him a little bit more or drop the issue, of course with your attitude it was the first option,”Cause you actually love weed, I’m just fucking to feel good. At least my actions are no strings attached.”

“You acting like you really fucking one of my brothers.” He says, his voice dropping dangerously low as he reaches his hand around to grab your throat,”You’re mine, you belong to me. So ima say this one more time. Quit. Fucking. Playing. With. Me.”

You smile grows wider as he forcibly cranes your neck further, sticking out your tongue in a teasing manner before Oscar brings his lips down to yours,”Who do you belong to?” He mumbles into your mouth.

“You.” You whisper breathlessly, Oscar finally releasing you and letting you take in one more drag before stealing the blunt back.

“That’s what I thought.” He retorts as you turn to sit sideways so you two could actually look at each other.

“That’s what I thought.” You mimic dramatically,”Okay I’m done now. Sorry.” You laugh as you take in his expression. He doesn’t reply as he leans forward on his knees, the two of you passing the blunt back and forth until you feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your face as you hold the roach in between your fingers,”Who’s staring now?”

“Can’t help it.” He says with a bite of his lip,”I’m just thinking of all the ways ima fuck you after we finish off this smoke session.”

“It’s finished.” You say as you sit up and press your mouth to his after tossing the remains of the blunt, blowing the smoke into his awaiting mouth as he picks you up and carry’s you inside. Smoking with Oscar was always the best part of your day.

[1overgurl]

Masterlist 💕

Finally figured out how to make a master list for ya, baby loves! More writing coming very soon! Send in your requests and if you want to be added to my tagged list, just send me a message :)

Angel Ignacio Reyes

Life w/Angel Reyes

Flower Shop

Insecurities

Enemies

Different Types of Kisses 

Corny Pickup Lines

Weddings

Moonlight

Pillow (18+)

Pinky Promise

Vulnerable 

Abusive Ex

Choices (Brother! Miguel Galindo)

Betrayal (Brother! Miguel Galindo)

Get My Girl Back

Playing Hard To Get

Song Fics

When You Touch Me - Brandy

Secret Love Song - Little Mix

Different Ways To Say “I Love You” Mini Series

Bruises

Scratches

Lose Your Breath

Tickles

Fruity

Going To Work (18+)

Crowded Room

Would Include’s Headcannons

Road Trip (18+)

Going To The Beach (18+)

Binge Watching A TV Show

Teasing Them In Public

Strip Tease (18+)

S/O Being A Waitress or Dancer

Arguments and Running Away

Johnny “El Coco” Cruz

Life w/Coco Cruz

Indecent Exposure (18+)

Late Night Thoughts

Affection

Makeout Session (18+)

Get Something Off My Chest

Song Fics:

I Could Fall In Love - Selena

Open Your Eyes To Love - LMNT

You Are My Sunshine - Johnny Cash

Disney Song Fics for El Coco Mini Series:

Gotta Go My Own Way - (High School Musical 2)

I Lava You - (Inside Out)

Kiss The Girl - (The Little Mermaid)

You’ll Be In My Heart - (Tarzan)

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes

Life with Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes

Painted Tummy

You Are Important

Are You Okay? (18+)

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Life w/ Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Strip Club (18+)

Single Mom

Bad Ass Migraine

Dumbass Boss

I Wanna Stay Up With You

Friend Breakups Hurt More

Would Include’s Headcannon

Road Trip (18+)

Going To The Beach (18+)

Binge Watching A TV Show

Teasing Them In Public

Strip Tease (18+)

S/O Being A Waitress or Dancer

Arguments and Running Away

Francisco “Sad Eyes” De Guzman

Life w/Francisco “Sad Eyes” De Guzman

Cute Underwear

Dark Cloud

Where Do Babies Come From?

Another Baby (18+)

Do You Forgive Me Now, Baby? (18+)

Song Fic

Lovers’ and Friends - Usher, Lil Jon, Pitbull (18+)

Power Of Love - Celine Dion

Would Include’s Headcannon

Road Trip (18+)

Going To The Beach (18+)

Binge Watching A TV Show

Teasing Them In Public

Strip Tease (18+)

S/O Being A Waitress or Dancer

Arguments and Running Away

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[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Protect

For my bitch @spookysmujer, hope you like it girly! And y’all go check out her stuff!

Warnings: A fucking sleazy guy 🥴

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“What do you say you come back to my place for some fun?” Some random guy asks as you walk out of the corner store that was down the street from your boyfriend Oscar’s house. You were actually heading that way after deciding to walk so you could pick up some snacks to munch on during the movie marathon he had planned for you guys.

“Fucking pig.” You mumble as you ignore him, taking a few more steps before you hear his deep voice once again.

“Are you a stuck up bitch that can’t answer a question or what?” He asks in a teasing manner as he walks closer.

“Oh no, see that’s what you’re not about to do.” You snap as you turn around to glare at the man,”Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Woah, woah, woah chill out baby.” He chuckles,”I’m just trying to get to know you, that’s all.” He says his fingers coming up to your face as he try’s to push some hair behind your ear.

“Don’t touch me!” You cringe in disgust as you swat his hand away,”Just go back to your car.” You say with a wave of your hand in that direction,”You don’t want the problems that come with me.”

“Am I suppose to be scared of you?” He chuckles,”Besides I wasn’t doing anything wrong, there is no harm in trying to make new friends.”

“Nah you’re doing more than that.” You say as a knowing smirk forms on your face,”You ain’t from around here huh?” You ask with a chuckle as you glance around,”Cause if you were, you wouldn’t even be looking in my direction. Especially not on this street.”

“What? Your daddy own this neighborhood or something?” He asks with a scoff,”Last I checked this was America baby, I can say what I please.”

“You could say my daddy owns this block.” You smile sweetly at him,”Which is why I’m going to let you walk away. I would hate for him to have to take time out of his day to beat the shit out of some sleazy dumb fuck.” You say as you spin around in the opposite direction, the guy biting his lower lip and nodding before heading to his car with sick intentions.

“What a asshole.” You shudder as you walk at a hurried pace along the sidewalk. Oscar’s house in sight a minute later just as a familiar beat up blue mustang pulls to a stop in front of you and sends a few trash cans flying.

“Ahhhh!” You exclaim as you jump back in fear,”What the fuck?!” You shout as you see the familiar guy step out.

“You know, I don’t like the way our conversation ended back there.” He says as he begins to walk around the car, causing you to step backwards and into the street,”I think I oughta show you manners baby. Maybe you wouldn’t be able to bitch if you had something to occupy that pretty little mouth of yours.” He smirks, his hand grabbing at his bulge.

“Come any closer and I’ll scream.” You warn, taking one more step before you trip and fall on your backside. A moan of pain escaping your lips as you sit up in discomfort, your snacks now thrown about.

“See what happens when you don’t do what I say? You get hurt.” He chuckles just as he reaches you, your about to scream when you hear a all too familiar voice behind you.

“Aye what’s going on out here?!” Sad Eyes shouts as he jogs down his driveway in nothing but his sweats with a gun in hand,”Y/N?” He asks, your best friend running out after him in one of his too long t-shirts.

“Y/N, oh my god are you okay?” She ask as she comes to a stop and kneels down next to you,”Your hands are all cut up.” She says as she puts her arms under yours and lifts you up quickly, Sad Eyes stepping around the two of you with his gun now pointed at the man.

“You know this foo?” He asks

“She’s my friend.” He answers the same time as you do, fear now clear in his eyes as he takes notice of a few neighbors coming outside to see the commotion. Most of them being armed and tattooed with the famous Santo cross.

“No! He fucking followed me from the store.” You say as you wipe your hands clean, the sting causing your eyes to water,”He wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“You messing with my homies girl?” He asks rhetorically as he cocks the gun,”Ima need you to take a seat on the curb. I’m sure he’s going to want to have a chat with you.”

“Look man, I’m gonna just go alright?” He says as he holds his hands up,”I don’t want any trouble. That wasn’t my intention.”

“He’s a liar! He was messing with me in the parking lot, I tried to warn him about what would happened and he didn’t care.” You say as angry tears slip from your eyes,”You should have just left me alone.”

“Hey, I’m sorry. Really, I am.” He says, his head snapping in the direction of Oscar’s commanding whistle as he walks down the street.

“What the fuck is happening on my block?” He booms as he takes in the scene in front of him, his pace quickening as he takes notice of you,”Dime qué está pasando.” He barks out loud to nobody in particular as he reaches you and takes you from Carla,”Calm down bebe, I’m here.” He soothes as he looks over you, his jaw clenching when he takes notice of your injury.

“Seems like this guy was messing with your hyna Spooky. Followed her from the store and shit.” Sad Eyes explains as he puts his gun down and steps to the side,”Made her fall and cut her hands up too.”

“No!” The man interjects,”It wasn’t like that.”

“You fucking with my girl?” Oscar questions as he slowly walks towards him after letting Carla take over you again,”And then you made her bleed?” He adds as he pulls off his chain and tucks it in his pocket.

“I would never mess with your girl man. Come on, we don’t have to make this into a big thing.” He says shakily as Oscar now tugs off his white t-shirt and hands it off to his right hand man.

“Nah it’s too late for that.” Oscar shrugs before he posts up,”It’s square business now, we gonna have to catch a round.”

“I don’t want to fight you. We don’t have to do all that.” He cries, one of the other Santo members coming up behind him and shoving him forward.

“It’s either we fight or my compa here puts a bullet between your eyes. Your choice.” He informs as he holds his stance, the guy looks around before weakly holding his hands up. Oscar taking that action as a final decision and quickly throwing a powerful right hook to his jaw. He falls to the ground, Oscar leaning down and delivering blow after blow to the guys head,”Don’t fuck...with my...girl!” He grunts as his knuckles get covered with blood, the curb sprayed with it as well.

“Oscar! Enough!” You shout out when no one else intervenes, the guy having been knocked out after the first few punches. He looks over at you before using his forearm to wipe his mouth as he nods towards the other side of the street.

“Look over there.” He orders quietly, you take in a shaky breathe before doing as asked and turning around with Carla. The sound of more blows being delivered reach your ears before a final and different kind of hit sounds off.

“Okay, enough...chill out Spooky.” Sad Eyes finally jumps in as he wraps his arms around his best friend and forcibly walks him over to you,”Take her home, I’ll handle this mess.” He reassures Oscar as he hands off his gun to Carla,”Go put that up and stay inside.” He instructs her as you take a peek at the man, his face almost unrecognizable. You look down and cringe when you take notice of your boyfriends once crisp white air forces, no doubt that the last hit you heard was a kick to the guys face.

“I’m sorry.” The man croaks out as you feel yourself being pulled away by Oscar, you let him lead you down the road and into the house after he kicks off his shoes on the porch.

“You okay nena?” He asks as he gently pushes you down on to the toilet to sit after you enter the dim lit bathroom,”He didn’t actually touch you, did he?”

“I’m okay...he’s so stupid, I tried to tell him to leave me alone because I didn’t want you to have to do that.” You say as you watch him wash his hands,”I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t apologize.” He says with a shake of his head,”He got what he deserved and that’s that. Next time he’ll think twice before approaching any girl, maldito tonto.” He grumbles as he drys his hands before taking yours in his and kneeling down in front of you,”Just a few scrapes.” He informs before flipping them over and placing soft kisses to the back of them,”I love you.” He mumbles against them, his nerves calming down as he closes his eyes.

“I love you.” You smile before wrapping your arms around him,”Thank you for being there, like you always are.”

“You know Ima always be there ma, ain’t no one ever gonna hurt you, or even disrespect you as long as I’m around.” He informs you, the two of you standing up so you could properly hug him,”You go set that movie up, I’m gonna step out real quick and see what’s up.”

“Okay.” You reply as you stand on your tip toes,”Just hurry up, I don’t want to be alone.” You admit before pecking his lips.

“I will.” He sighs, giving you another quick kiss before untangling his body from yours,”Go to my room, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He urges, he did have to make sure the mess that happened was cleaned up properly after all. You wait until he’s back outside before lazily walking to his bedroom and setting up a movie like he asked, a comedy for sure after everything that just went down. You look out the window after a few minutes go by, the little old lady that lives across the street cleaning off the road with a bucket of soapy water after giving Oscar a reassuring squeeze on the arm. The blue mustang now driving down the street, the window tint to dark to see who was inside. You watch as the neighbors join together to clean up the mess, being pulled from your thoughts as a pair of arms embrace you from behind.

“Don’t worry about that.” He mutters as he turns you around to face him,”He’ll be fine, I know you’re worried about that. He had his Id on him, Jokers gonna go toss him out on his lawn. Think he’s gonna keep the car too.” Oscar says with a dry chuckle.

“Lets just forget about it.” You sigh as you step around him to lay on the bed,”Can you come lay down now?” You ask, Oscar smiling as he slides in next to you before grabbing the remote and pressing play. Your mind now at ease in the comfort of his arms, his lips pressed to the top of head as he mumbles about how he’d always be there to protect you. A promise he’d keep forever.

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz- Double Trouble

Idk, I honestly just wrote lol. This is what I came up with so enjoy! ❤️ PS:Probably has loads of more mistakes that usual since I didn’t go back and read over it.

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“Are you hungry baby?” You ask your-too mature for her age- four year old daughter, the two of you laying out in the backyard on individual beach towels and in matching swimwear. Her kiddie pool a few feet away and being ignored.

“Yes I am.” Rosalie says and looks up from her picture book, using her arm to push up the sparkly blue sun glasses that previously covered her eyes,”Are you hungry mommy?”

“Starving.” You whine as you flip over to your back, your mini-me copying your actions as she tosses the book to the side,”But I don’t feel like cooking. Do you think daddy would go buy us something?”

“We can ask him.” She suggest as she crosses her hands behind her head to rest on them,”Or maybe I should ask him mommy, he always buys me McDonald’s when I ask.”

“Okay that’s good. You can ask him, but no McDonald’s. We can do better than that.”

“Hm what about Carl’s Jr.? You love their fries and I love their chicken stars.”

“I do love them...hm okay, Carl’s Jr it is.” You say as you sit up and stretch your arms out,”Let’s go find him.”

“Hopefully he doesn’t make us go with him.” Your daughter giggles as she stands to her feet and picks up her towel, you doing the same,”I want to watch Barbie Dream House and do not have time to sit in the drive thru while daddy plays his loud music.”

“I’m on the same boat as you.” You nod as the pair of you head inside to find Oscar sitting on the couch, his phone pressed to his ear.

“Daddy?” Your daughter whisper shouts as she throws the towel on to the couch before climbing in his lap and gabbing at his cheeks to shake his head lightly.

“One second baby.” He replies before quickly pressing a kiss to the top of her head and ushering her off.

“Ugh, please hurry. I have to talk to you, it’s super duper important.” She groans as she climbs off his lap,”Come on mommy let’s go get cleaned up so we can get in our pjs.” She says and grabs her towel once again before disappearing into your bedroom, probably so she could bathe in your bathroom instead of hers.

“Yeah please hurry.” You say quietly as you walk by him, Oscar reacting quickly and pulling you down for a quick kiss. His large hand grabbing at your ass before you pull back and offer him a playful wink,”Don’t you need to finish up that call?” You ask before spinning around on your feet and joining your daughter, the pillow he tries to toss at you hitting the wall.

“He’s always on that phone.” She complains when she takes notice of you entering the bathroom,”He’s probably talking to Tio Cesar like always.” She adds as she pours her bubbles to the water she had running in the tub. You quickly check the temperature as you smirk at her comments, she was definitely your kid.

“I’m sure he’ll be done soon.” You reassure her before you go to the shower and run your own water,”I’ll be right back, I’m gonna grab our clothes.”

“Okay mommy, the Moana dress please.” She smiles as she begins to take off her swimsuit.

“You got it.” You say before going to your closet first and grabbing one of Oscar’s shirts along with a pair of boy shorts. When you head out back to the hall you pick up the loan pillow and chuck it back before scurrying off to the over the top pink bedroom, Oscar’s laugh reaching your ears. You find her desired outfit and rejoin her just as she’s turning off the water and stepping in,”Found it.” You sing as you set out the clothes on the counter.

“Thanks mommy.” She says as she plays with a nearly scalped bratz doll.

“You’re welcome.” You reply and get nude before stepping into the shower, the hot water running over you as steam fills up behind the curtain. You’re standing there for a few minutes before Oscar comes busting through the door with a scream.

“Meanie.” Your daughter insults him after she let out a yelp of her own, a small laugh escaping your lips as you peek your head out.

“Was that necessary?”

“No it wasn’t.” She answers for him with a pout.

“I’m just having fun with my girls.” He laughs as he sits on the edge of the tub,”What are you making for dinner ma?” He asks aloud as he picks up the tall cup and fills it with the bath water, your daughter splashing her way over to him.

“Nuh uh.” She tells him with a shake of her head before letting Oscar pour the water over her dark curls,”Mommy’s not cooking today.” She gasps out dramatically as she pushes the now wet hair out of her face.

“What do you mean she’s not cooking? What is she talking about? You’re not cooking for us mami?” Oscar questions as he repeats the action with the cup.

“Well I didn’t feel like it. Being outside all day got me tired and I...” you speak as you rinse off the peach scented soap, your daughter cutting you off mid sentence.

“And she wants to watch Barbie with me in the bed. So we need you to go to Carl’s Jr. for us. Okay daddy? You can even get yourself something to eat if you want. Maybe pick up some candy from the store too, ya know what I like by now.”

“Yeah what she said.” You snort out

“What if I don’t want to? Did you ever think about that?” Oscar says in a teasing voice as he makes a face at Rosalie.

“Oh don’t worry then.” She sasses as she uses the bubbles to lather up her hair, you’ll just have to wash her hair properly in the morning,”Cause what you won’t do another man sure will.”

“Hmh, and don’t you forget it papi.” You laugh loudly as you turn the shower off and stick your hand out for your robe that hung nearby.

“You need to stop listening to you mom cause you’re turning into Y/N number two.” He says with a smirk as he stands up,”Y’all ain’t gonna get away with ganging up on me all the time, but I’m gonna go. Because I don’t like to see my baby’s hungry, I’ll be right...”

“Daddy?” Your daughter interrupts as she rinses out her hair quickly,”Don’t forget the ketchup.”

“Mija how about a thank you daddy, or a I love you daddy.” Oscar chuckles as he glances over at you as you step out, the smaller robe now in your hand,”When did y’all get robes and why don’t I have one? You know what it doesn’t matter, I’ll be back in twenty.”

“You know I love you silly, duh.” She giggles as she hops out of the tub and slides her robe on,”Kiss for the road.” She cheers as she holds her arms up to be picked up.

“See you can be my sweet little princess when you want.” Oscar grins as he wraps her in a bear hug and kisses her nose, your daughter returning the act of affection before being set down again.

“Sweet little princess don’t end up running the castle daddy.” She huffs as she saunters over and climbs on the counter so you could do her hair like you did every night.

“Sorry you have to deal with two of us.” You whisper as you grip the front of his shirt and look up at him with wide doe eyes,”Do I still get a kiss for the road?”

“I can give you more than that when I get back.” He says with a lick of his lips before pressing his mouth to yours.

You laugh as you push him away a few seconds later,”Drive safe and don’t forget our candy.” You remind him as you slam the bathroom door shut, Oscar grumbling about two spoiled brats as he heads out of the bedroom.

“Love you!” You and Rosalie call out loudly so he could hear.

“Love you more!” He shouts back just as the front door closes.

“Butter them up from time to time so they stick around.” You daughter giggles as you come up behind her and began to spray her hair with the leave in conditioner.

“Works like a charm.” You say and give her a quick high five before getting back to the task at hand. Her very wet and knotted hair.

-

“Daddy no, I want to sleep next to you.” Your daughter pouts as she hides under the blankets a while after Oscar returned and the three of you pigged out in the bed.

“I thought you were a big girl now.” Oscar says as he looks over at your sleepy state.

“I am, but mommy’s a big girl too and she sleeps with you still.” She protest as she pops her head out,”Please.”

“Well I’m not gonna start telling you no now, especially when you gave such a valid point.” He says in defeat as he climbs back in the bed, Rosalie snuggling into your back as you lay in the middle.

“I love you daddy. Thank you for the candy and chicken stars. You’re the best, you know that?” She mumbles, her little hand moving to rest on top of his that laid on your waist.

“I love you baby, I got you forever.” He says as your eyes flutter open, a small lazy smile forming on your face,”You too, now go back to sleep.” He whispers, your eyes slowly closing once again as you fall into peaceful darkness.

“See you in the morning daddy.” Rosalie yawns,”Can we make waffles and bacon? Well you, I’m still to little to reach the stove.” She reminds him

“Of course, did mommy want you to ask me anything else?” Oscar smirks knowingly

“Iced coffee in the morning please. And a chocolate milk for me.” She admits as she crawls over you so she could lay in between,”This is better.”

“You two are the worst together.” He teases as his arms lays over the two of y’all.

“But we love you the mostest. And you love us the mostest? That’s why you do it, right daddy?” She smiles as she rest her forehead against his.

“Of course mi corazon. I’ll always love you guys the ‘mostest.’”He chuckles as he stares into her eyes, getting even more wrapped around her tiny fingers, just like you already had him wrapped around yours. Oscar definitely couldn’t say no to his two favorite girls.