#cesar

“I voice a buff handsome tall rabbit man wielding a Greathammer” until today…

| Pairings: Oscar Diaz x Girlfriend!Reader, Cesar x Platonic!Reader

| Summary: Y/N has been Oscar Diaz's steadfast girlfriend since high school, helping him lovingly raise Cesar from a young age, showcasing their enduring bond and the unconventional family they've built.

| Warning/s: Fluff, Domestic Life, Found Family, Established Relationship, Light Angst, Slice of Life, Older Brother Oscar, Caring Reader, Parenthood, On My Block

| A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into their perfectly imperfect family life! 🥰

"You almost done in there, mija?" Oscar's voice, a low rumble even through the bathroom door, pulled you from your thoughts. You splashed cool water on your face, patting it dry before opening the door to find him leaning against the frame, a familiar, slightly exasperated look on his face.

"Just about," you replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He smelled of sweat and motor oil, a scent that had become as comforting as your favorite blanket over the years. "Cesar still asleep?"

He nodded, pushing off the doorframe. "Kid sleeps like a rock. Unlike some people I know." He winked, nudging you playfully with his elbow as you walked past him into the small living room.

You two had been together since junior year of high school. You were the quiet art kid, he was the brooding football player with a reputation. No one expected it to last, but here you were, years later, your lives intertwined, especially after Cesar came into the picture. You remembered the day Marisol dropped him off, a terrified five-year-old clutching a worn-out teddy bear. Oscar, barely out of high school himself, had looked at you with a mixture of panic and determination. "We'll figure it out," he'd said, and you, without hesitation, had squeezed his hand and promised, "Together."

And you had.

You looked around the living room, a space that had slowly transformed from a bachelor pad into a home. A half-finished puzzle lay on the coffee table, a collection of Cesar's drawings adorned the fridge, and a slightly-too-bright throw blanket, a gift from your aunt, was draped over the back of the worn-out couch.

"He's got a big day tomorrow," you said, picking up a stray comic book and placing it neatly on the stack. "First day of middle school. Can you believe it?"

Oscar grunted, running a hand over his buzzed hair. "Means he's gonna start thinking he's too cool for us."

"Never," you countered, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat. "He loves you, Oscar. You know that."

He exhaled slowly, pulling you closer. "I try, you know? To be there for him. To give him what I didn't have."

"You do," you assured him, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "You're an amazing brother, Oscar. He's lucky to have you. We both are."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "And I'm lucky to have you, mija." His voice was rougher now, tinged with an emotion he rarely showed. "Couldn't have done any of this without you."

You smiled, the warmth of his embrace spreading through you. "We're a team, remember?"

The next morning was a flurry of activity. Cesar, usually a sleepyhead, was up before his alarm, buzzing with a nervous energy. You were in the kitchen, making his favorite breakfast burritos, while Oscar, surprisingly patient, helped him wrangle his new backpack, which seemed almost bigger than he was.

"Got your lunch?" you called out, flipping a tortilla.

"Check!" Cesar yelled back, his voice a little squeaky with excitement.

"Homework?" Oscar prompted, looking over Cesar's shoulder as he double-checked his supplies.

"Didn't get any yet, hermano," Cesar chuckled, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

You walked into the living room, a plate piled high with burritos in your hand. Cesar’s eyes widened at the sight. "Awesome, Y/N!"

Oscar ruffled his hair. "Eat up, kid. Gotta fuel up for all that brainpower you're gonna be using."

As Cesar devoured his breakfast, you noticed Oscar watching him, a soft, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. It was moments like these, quiet and ordinary, that solidified the life you had built. It wasn't always easy. There were fights, disagreements, and the constant underlying tension of life in Freeridge, but you always found your way back to each other, anchored by your shared responsibility for Cesar and the deep love that had grown between you.

"Alright, that's enough," Oscar said, pulling Cesar's plate away when he reached for a third burrito. "Don't want you getting a stomach ache on your first day."

Cesar groaned, but didn't argue. He grabbed his backpack, a renewed surge of nervous energy making him bounce on the balls of his feet.

"Ready to go?" you asked, grabbing your keys. You always walked him to school on his first day, a tradition you'd started when he was in kindergarten.

Oscar nodded, already heading for the door. "Let's do this."

..."she spoke...she called my name"

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