#omb x reader

Oscar’s hips rocked into yours, causing the headboard to slam against the wall with every thrust he gave.

you were supposed to be having an early night, or at least that’s what you told your parents.

but Oscar had a different idea.

which of course, resulted in your current position.

tucked away in your parents spare bedroom, your old room, his hips rolled into yours again and again, pulling a moan from your lips.

“shit baby, that’s it”

he’d already wrangled one orgasm from you, and you were quickly heading towards your second.

his lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you, thrusts continuing with a desperate need.

“need to be quiet baby”

Oscar murmured against your ear, moving his left hand up your body to wrap around your throat, squeezing softer than either of you had expected him to.

you could only nod in response, earning another sharp thrust from Oscar as the coil began to wind tighter in your belly.

he pressed his lips to the corner of your jaw, keeping his hand firm around your throat as he tilted your head back towards him. his lips trailed along your jaw and towards your lips so he could steal a half kiss, before he was whispering against you lips.

“know it feels good, need you to be quiet though, can you do that for me baby?”

his grip on your throat loosened, but his thrusts seemed to pick up their pace, driving into you ruthlessly and creating a slapping of skin on skin.

“close Osc”

you moaned out, earning another sharp thrust before his hand came down on your ass in a sharp smack.

his touch pulled a whine from your throat, an apology falling from your lips.

“i know baby, but have to be quiet for me”

Oscar pressed another kiss to the corner of your jaw, carefully picking up the pace of his thrusts.

he angled his hips, hitting that one spot with more precision that had your walls clamping down around his cock.

“shit sweetheart”

his pace faltered slightly, taking a second to compose himself before he was driving into you again with more force.

“i’ve got you baby, cum for me, yeah?”

you nodded into the pillows, his thrusts pulling another whine from your lips, and sending you hurtling closer and closer to the edge.

Oscar only had to roll his hips a couple more times before you careened over the edge, a breathy and muffled call of his name leaving you and causing his thrusts to falter again.

as his thrusts continued, chasing his own climax with sloppy thrusts, your walls fluttered around him.

“that’s it, taking it like a good girl”

he drawled lowly against your ear, burying his face in against the nape of your neck as he gave a few more thrusts, rocking closer and closer to the edge after you.

each thrust he gave had you pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, and pulling a stuttered groan from his lips.

“fuck baby, gonna make me cum”

both of his hands moved to your hips, holding you in place to stop you from pushing back against him.

Oscar rolled his hips again, deeper and more desperate than his original thrusts.

when your cunt fluttered and spasmed around him again, Oscar followed you over the edge of pleasure with a muffled groan. he spilled himself into your warmth, slowly rutting against your ass as his thrusts came to a stop.

“did so good for me baby”

Oscar murmured, keeping himself buried inside your warmth for a minute, his chest flush against your back as his body blanketed yours.

you hummed, tilting your head back to meet his gaze as best you could.

a giggle fell from your lips at the fucked out look on his face, easily leaning in to steal a kiss from him before you whispered against his lips.

“you know, you made more noise than me there. if anyone’s to blame for my parents finding out, you’re to blame”

“I can’t help it, Oscar. I missed you so much.” You mumbled, practically craddling his cock with your face. He wasn’t alone on time being his enemy. To some, Oscar getting out of prison was the worst day of their lives. But to you, oh, how it was one of the most rewarding moments you’ve ever longed for. Cesar could surely tell by the way you both rushed to Oscar’s room and hastily shut the door behind you as soon as Oscar got home, excited chuckles and giggles that could resemble silly teenagers in love could be heard. But Cesar knew better to take that as his sign to leave, unless he wanted to traumatise himself with ungodly noises that were bound to be unleashed.

Your lips met with his shaft, giving it small kisses before taking it into your mouth, sucking it gently as the pressure around Oscar’s tip earned a hushed grunt from his lips. But his hazed gaze never left you, taking in every detail as if it was a film that he couldn’t afford to watch again. From the way your mouth was already so full with only half of his length in, to the way your grip on his thighs to ground yourself would tighten whenever you tried to take more of his cock into your warm mouth.

“Ai, that’s it, taking me so goddam well.” Oscar murmured lazily, slowly losing himself in the pleasure and warmth of your mouth wrapped around his cock, “Fuck, just keep looking pretty with my cock in your mouth, hermosa.” His whispers of praise and the way his narrowed eyes looked at you pushed an aching and muffled moan out of you as you stuffed your mouth with his length, your poor neglected pussy clenching on nothing but it’s own pool of wetness in your panties.

Oscar cussed under his breath, his grip on your hair tightening the more your tongue did laps around his cock. You knew he was close by the way his breathing shallowed, barely being able to contain the mess of words that left his lips. Your nose hit the base of his cock as you took him entirely into your mouth, a tinge of pride stirring in you as you watched his eyes close as he tilted his head up, his lips parting in overwhelming pleasure. “Swallow.” He groaned, letting himself indulge in the temptation to cum. You wordlessly obeyed, feeling the thick, hot strands of cum shooting the back of her throat.

It was almost like you blacked out for a short while, losing yourself in the adrenaline in making Oscar cum - but with a gentle tug, he lifted you off your knees and onto his lap, making you straddle his waist, pulling you back into reality. Kissing you on the forehead, he took in your expression. Your tired narrowed eyes staring right back at his.

— everything will still be listed in masterlist order, so apologies if you're looking for a character further down the list!

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— * contains smut / suggestive content, warnings posted on each individual fic; read and heed the warnings. all content is 18+, mdni

each listed under their respective fandoms

THE WALKING DEAD

Daryl Dixon

— grab a plate

Shane Walsh

— slow burn sunrise *

Merle Dixon

— why hide em?

CALL OF DUTY

Captain MacTavish

— married

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

— held by mistakes

Derek Morgan

— due for dinner

Luke Alvez

— off limits

SONS OF ANARCHY

Jax Teller

— let me love you

— red velvet cake

— ghosts of Charming

Chibs Telford

— flowers and room keys

— taste of your kiss

— back to bed, one way or another *

— know you're awake *

— sleep talks

— tonight

— right back here

— heels

— take care of you *

— apple and jameson

— alarms *

— take what he wants *

— licence and insurance

— Tig's shirt *

— to love is to remember

— got him all night

— table for three

— nice?

— emergency contact

— rogue waves and tan lines

— unresolved dog ties

— forgive me slowly

— only look at me

— glass houses

— broken beds

— still bleeding

— ten minutes

— the longest week

— a cruel kind of silence

— wasn't the dog

— sight for sore eyes

— long time coming

— on Wednesydays we wear pink

— thin walls and thicker tension *

— move in invitation *

— morning to you too *

Juice Ortiz

— monster and sour patch kids

— Vegas

— nicked shirts and shaky ladders

— pancakes and promises

Tig Trager

— what's under it *

— cuddles

— glitter and cum *

— every last one of them

— the missing cat **

— little things

— secretary

MARAUDERS

James Potter

— mama

Poly!Marauders

— body wash

Poly!Wolfstar

— too hot to handle

HP/SLYTHERIN BOYS

Ron Weasley

— late nights and early mornings

Draco Malfoy

— think we kissed

Mattheo Riddle

— morning care

Tom Riddle

— uncontrolled confessions

NCIS + SVU

Tony DiNozzo

— sons and secrets

Elliot Stabler

— here at night

Rafael Barba

— unspoken evidence

MARVEL

Wade Wilson

— scars and soft things

SHAMELESS

Lip Gallagher

— an apology and a cigarette

Kev Ball

— thought you left *

SCREAM

Billy Loomis

— snuck in for pleasure *

Stu Macher

— can't happen again

MISC

Javier Pena

— breakfast *

Cesar Diaz

— talk if you want, stay if you don't

Stevo Levy

— the one for me

Rio

— outside the covers *

Joel Miller

— mornings with you *

javier pena

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steve murphy

⤷ sfw tag / nsfw tag

oscar 'spooky' diaz

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cesar diaz

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rafe cameron

⤷ sfw tag / nsfw tag

jj maybank

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tim laflour

⤷ sfw tag / nsfw tag

stevo levy

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dennis rafkin

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rio

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joel miller

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Cesar was, of course, over the moon to finally get to know his dad, but Oscar, being the one who had been first-hand abandoned to raise his younger brother, was furious and hurt. And you… Living with the Diaz brothers permanently, you didn’t really know how to feel.

The atmosphere in the house wasn’t at all what you were used to. It wasn’t playful and loving anymore. It was tense and hostile, and most of all confusing.

In an attempt to cut down the negative feelings you tried your best to be civil with Ray no matter how angry you were about how bad he had hurt Oscar, but still tried to keep him out of the loop as much as you possibly could in order to make things comfortable for your boyfriend.

He had only been home for a few days, and he and Oscar had already had more fights than you could count on two hands.

You tried your best to help resolve things and find a middle ground for them when they just refused to co-operate, but at the end of the day, no matter if you were the long-term girlfriend of Oscar, it wasn’t any of your business so you didn’t pretend like it was by getting yourself mixed up into their conflicts.

The only thing you could do was be there for him, open your arms to him when he needed you and listen to his rants and make sure he knew that his feelings were justified and validated.

He had been a lot less openly loving toward you since Ray’s return, but you knew it was only because he was still trying to figure out what to feel, and you knew it wasn’t because of you. He was tense and irritated against pretty much anyone these days, and you were the only thing keeping him from blowing up.

He wasn’t just angry that he had waltzed back into their lives as if nothing had ever happened, however. More than anything, he was jealous of the way Cesar looked at him, like he was some kind of hero, despite the fact that it was he who had given up in his dreams to raise him.

You really felt his pain when you had to watch him watch them interact. More than anything, you wanted to sit Cesar down and tell him all of the things Oscar had ever done for him and compare them to all of the things Ray hadn’t, but you knew you couldn’t do that.

He needed to figure it out on his own, even if the only way to do so meant he would get his heart crushed like Oscar had all those years ago. It wouldn’t be pretty, but it would be necessary.

Today was one of the few days Cesar wasn’t attached at the hip with his dad.

You and Oscar had been sitting around in the kitchen when Cesar had emerged from his bedroom dressed in a tank and short, with a towel slung over his shoulder, telling you he was heading for the pool.

And in a last-moment decision and desperate attempt to connect with his mano again – although he would never admit it - Oscar had decided that you would go with him. And it was a good idea, as it would mean Oscar could relax some.

So, now here you were, getting out of the car that you had just parked outside the pool.

Cesar was the first one to get out, barely even sparing you a glance before heading off, going ahead to meet up with his friends inside.

While he hurried away, you and Oscar took your time, hands intertwined and swinging slowly between your bodies as you walked toward the entrance at a slow pace, your things packed into a bag that was slung across Oscar’s shoulder.

To avoid having to change inside the locker rooms, you were already dressed in your bikini, having thrown on a simple tank top and a pair on top for the car ride.

Oscar was already dressed too, in his black swimming trunks, a pair of flipflops and a blank t-shirt, so the only thing inside the bag hanging from his shoulder were two towels, your book and sunscreen. You didn’t really need much more for a day at the pool.

A minute later, you were walking through the people inside, heading straight for the spot where Cesar and the others had set up camp.

Jamal and Ruby were sitting in sunchairs, seemingly handing out sandwiches in exchange for money. Jasmine was sitting in the sun and Monse was doing the same, although lying down on a towel, and Cesar was sitting beside her, now only dressed in his shorts.

Cesar wasted no time in raising a hand in a wave, smiling at you as you approached even though you had seen him only two minutes ago. His wave alerted the others of your presence, their eyes averting to you.

“Sup, fools.” Oscar was the first to talk, dropping the bag down on the ground a meter away from them, claiming the spot as yours and barely sparing them a glance as he opened the bag and grabbed the towels, starting to put them down on the ground for you.

While he busied himself with that, you took the time to greet them more properly, smiling at them and raising your hand in a wave. “Hey, guys.”

Jasmine and Monse greeted you from their spots and Cesar smiled, while Jamal and Ruby stared at you with looks that you could only describe as the ones the guys in high school used to give you when they overestimated their game when trying to get in your pants.

It was much cuter when it was Jamal and Ruby, though. They were younger than you and it wasn’t a secret that they both harbored some kind of horny teenage crush on you, something Oscar wasn’t all too fond of.

But you found it adorable, and amusing more than anything.

Jamal puckered his lips out slightly, without a doubt in an attempt to make himself more attractive, while Ruby gave you a confident head-nod, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “Sup, mamita.” The overly cocky boy greeted you, and you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

You knew he had the hots for you but that wasn’t at all what you had expected. Still, an amused expression fell upon both yours and Cesar’s faces as you exchanged a glance.

But Oscar didn’t find it half as amusing, looking up from the bag and raising a challenging eyebrow, dropping the bag again and standing back up to his full height. “You trying to move in on my girl, pequeño?”

Ruby and Jamal widen their eyes, share a glance before looking back to your boyfriend and shaking their heads violently.

“No, no, I wouldn’t even think about hitting on your girl, Osca- Mr. Spooky, sir. She’s yours.” Ruby quickly defended himself, and Jamal rapidly nodded his head.

“He would never!” He agreed.

Oscar gave them an amused smirk, nodding his head. “That’s right. She’s mine, and if I see you little putas checking her out-“

“We would never!” Jamal repeated, a feign shocked look on his face and their eyes as big as saucers at this point.

“No!” Ruby joined in. “We don’t even find her attractive!”

Jamal’s head whipped around to his best friend and his hand flew out to slap him on his shoulder as a disapproving sound left his lips.

Oscar’s eyebrows shot up, eyes narrowing into slits and his feet taking him a step closer to the two boys. “Are you calling mi reina ugly?”

Jamal let out a sound resembling a whine, pushing himself back into his chair while Ruby was left to fend for himself. “No!” He quickly denied. “She’s really hot! I mean beautiful, I mean, she’s not our type.” He cleared his throat toward the end, trying to play it cool.

“She’s everyone’s type.” A feign offended look overcame Oscar’s face again, causing the panic to return to Ruby and Jamal’s in an instant.

“I-“

You couldn’t deny the exchange was funny as hell to witness, your boyfriend’s teasing making it hard for you to keep your laughter in. But you managed to hold it back in the end and hit him in the back of his head at the sight of the genuinely terrified looks on their faces, swallowing your laughter.

“Oscar, stop messing with them.” You scolded in a lighthearted manner and he turned to you, giving you a smirk while the two boys were still looking about ready to piss themselves.

They didn’t relax until Oscar turned his back on them, turning his attention elsewhere. 

He grabbed the end of his tank top and pulled it over his head without another word, sitting down on one of the towels, the one closest to the boys.

You followed his example and sat down, still dressed in your clothes, and grabbed the sunscreen from the bag, popping the lid open and nudging your boyfriend’s arm.

“Turn around.” You instructed, causing him to turn his head to look at you.

He spotted the pink bottle in your hand and instantly shook his head, turning his head back forward stubbornly. “No. You’re not putting that shit on me.” He refused. “It smells like flowers.”

Rolling your eyes, you ignored him, pouring some into your palm and rubbing your hands together. “You know you burn easily.” You argued. “Stop being a perra and turn around, or I’m leaving.”

Glancing at you, he scoffed, but didn’t protest any further, turning his back to you. “Puta.” He swore.

In return, you slapped your sunscreen-covered hands onto his back, smirking when he flinched from the cold. “Pendejo.”

“Pineapple.” Came the voice of Jamal from beside Oscar and the two of you, along with everyone else, turned to look at him with raised eyebrows, causing him to look around at you, confused. “What? I thought we were naming things starting with P.”

“Idiot.” Cesar laughed and you just shook your head, starting to rub the sunscreen into the skin of Oscar’s back, shoulders and arms.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but despite the fact that the lotion smelled like an old lady, he enjoyed the feeling of your hands kneading his tense muscles. His eyes closed and his forehead leaned on his arms that were in turn resting on top of his knees.

Once your hands were close to dry and every inch of his upper body had been covered, you pressed a kiss to his neck and turned to his younger brother who was sitting a small distance away with a smile.

“Do you want me to do your back, too?” You asked, the motherly instinct coming automatically at this point. You had, after all, helped care for him ever since you met Oscar.

Cesar smiled and nodded his head. “Sure.” He said and stood up, walking over to where you were sitting.

You scooted back to make room for him in front of you on your towel and smirked at Oscar, who was already looking at you, when his little brother sat down with no protest.

You raised an eyebrow. “You see that?” You asked, squirting some more sunscreen into your palm and repeating the procedure. “Your brother doesn’t complain like a little bitch.”

Oscar shook his head in annoyance, standing back up. “Whatever. I’m hitting the pool. You coming?” He looked down at you, and you shook your head with a smile, not taking his attitude to heart.

“I’ll be there in a bit.” You promised, finishing putting the sunscreen on Cesar and putting the bottle back down into the bag. “I want to lay in the sun for a bit first.”

He nodded his head, leaning down to give you a quick peck to the lips before walking away. 

Cesar stood up too, going back to his spot beside Monse, and you took that as the perfect time to undress, standing up and beginning to unbutton your shorts.

Beside you, Ruby’s hand immediately flew down to his crotch where he adjusted his shorts, his eyes flickering between you and the pool repeatedly. “Oh no, it’s happening.”

Jamal, also trying his hardest to avert his gaze hit his friend upside the head. “Control yourself, be strong!”

But he was fucked too when he glanced back to you only to see you pulling your tank top over your head, your stomach toned as you stretched your arms up, the real goods being revealed. 

“Oh no.” He whimpered, and Jasmine glared at them from her spot.

“You guys, don’t be disrespectful.” She scolded them in a hushed voiced, keeping it low as to not draw your attention where you were now busying yourself with smearing sunscreen over your chest.

The two boys didn’t even seem to hear her, their mouths falling agape and their eyes widening at the sight. 

Cesar watched the scene unfold from his spot, shaking his head with amusement, knowing that his brother would quite literally kill them if he came back right then.

So he took matters into his own hands, deciding to protect his eventually-to-be sister-in-law from the prying eyes of his friends by throwing one of his flipflops at them, causing them to look at him just as you turned your attention back to them.

“Who wants to do my back?” You questioned with a bright smile, holding the bottle up for all to see and being completely oblivious to what had just been happening.

Jamal and Ruby were up on their feet in no time, their hands stretching into the air. “Me!” They spoke simultaneously, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“I’ll do it.” Cesar stood up before they could say anything else, walking over to where you were standing and shoving his friends back into their seats as he passed them.

You thanked him when he took the bottle from you, pulling your hair over your shoulder and holding your arms over your breasts to keep your top in place as Cesar undid the knot at your back and wasted no time in starting to put on the sunscreen.

He was pretty much the only one who could touch you without Oscar throwing a fit, he knew, so even though they would be mad at him for a week for robbing them of the opportunity to touch you, he had just done them a huge favor.

Lifesaving, really. 

Once he finished doing your back, he tied your top back up and you adjusted the front before turning to smile at him. “Gracias.” You thanked him, kissing his cheek, and he nodded with a smile of his own.

He only got the time to make his way back to his original spot before you were approached by some other guy, the stranger waltzing up to you with pure confidence in his step.

Kind as you were, you smiled at him, thinking he was just going to pass by, but instead, he stopped right in front of you, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

The guy raised a hand to scratch his neck, looking at you from through his sunglasses. “I’m sorry if this is extremely forward but I saw you from across the pool and just thought you were so beautiful, I couldn’t stay away. Would it be possible to get your number?”

He flashed a near-flawless smile, but of course, it wasn’t Oscar’s. Now, his smile could make you weak at the knees.

You offered him a sad smile back. “No, I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend.” You answered. “But I’m flattered.”

Letting people down was always hard for you. Not because you were interested or felt bad for them, but because you hated being put in awkward positions. Luckily, this guy didn’t seem to be a creep, but rather a decent human being, which always made things easier.

His face fell. “Oh, damn.” He swore, letting his hand drop from his neck. “Where is he now then? Your boyfriend, I mean.”

“He’s… around.” You told him, not even sure yourself. The place was crowded on this hot day and he could have been anywhere. “And he’s really protective so you should go before he comes back.” You added, knowing that Oscar would make a bigger deal out of it than needed if he came back and found you talking to some other guy.

And just your luck, he chose just this time to return, his form appearing behind the guy and heading straight for you, a glare already resting on his face and his fists clenched at his sides, showing you that he had already caught sight of you.

“Yeah, actually you should go right now.” Jamal agreed with a nervous laugh, looking behind him.

As everyone else’s eyes also found Oscar’s quickly approaching form, the guy you still hadn’t learned the name of turned around too, eyes growing wide with anxiety as he caught sight of the tall and muscular cholo coming straight for him.

“Who’s this?” Oscar wasted no time in getting up in his face as he reached you. “Who are you? Were you talking to my girl? Because we’re gonna have a problem if you were, blanco.”

You hurried to step in between them, the guy taking a step back out of fear. “He was just leaving.” You told him, holding him in place.

The guy nodded his head, agreeing with you and taking another step back. “Yeah, man. I’m sorry.” He turned to you then, offering you a quick nervous smile. “It was nice to meet you.”

Returning his smile, you nodded, fastening your grip on Oscar’s arms as he jerked forward slightly. “It was nice to meet you, too. Bye.”

And with that, he turned around and walked away. 

Oscar’s eyes followed his form all the way until he was out of his line of sight, and once he was gone, he tore himself out of your grip, his body dripping with water.

“Nice to meet you, huh?” He questioned with a glare. “You interested in other guys now?”

You only rolled your eyes, far too used to his jealous behavior. And it was even more understandable now with the anger he was building up with his dad being back. “Calm down. I’m not worried about you having side chicks so you shouldn’t either.”

“Bitch, the only side chicks I’ll ever have is your other personalities.” He fired back.

“Funny.” You glared, not batting an eye at the insult. “Calm down before you do something you regret.”

He glared back, taking a step closer to you and taking you into his arms. “I think I might need some motivation not to kill anyone.” He said, nuzzling his face into your neck.

The glare on your face instantly fell and a chuckle left your lips at the feeling of his beard tickling your skin. “I can’t fuck you if you’re in prison, papi.” You answered, hands coming up to hold on to his upper arms while his roamed your waist, the two of you not caring in the slightest that you were in public.

Ruby and Jamal watched from behind you, now munching on a sandwich each in a desperate attempt to keep their cool, eyes wide as your words reached their ears.

“God, that’s hot.”

Oscar’s face instantly whipped up from your neck, eyes landing on Ruby at the sound of his voice, the two boys jumping in their seats and letting out sounds of surprise.

But you were right behind him, raising one of your hands to grab a hold of his chin and turning his head to look at you with a glare. “What’d I tell you, huh? Leave them alone.” You instructed, feeling his body tense against yours.

You leaned in and pecked his lips chastely, moving your hands to his where they were resting on the small of your back and prying them away, taking them in yours.

“Let’s go for a swim.” You said, and he said nothing, simply letting you drag him away from the younglings.

As you walked away, his hand found its way down to your ass, squeezing the flesh while glaring at Jamal and Ruby over his shoulder.

The two of them watched with wide eyes, unable to tear their eyes away from his no matter how scared they were, and their eyes only widened further when Oscar raised his other hand to his eyes and used his pointer and middle finger to do an ‘I see you’-gesture at them.

Noticing what he was doing, you slapped his chest and forced him to turn back forward, and only then did Ruby and Jamal let out the breaths they had no idea they had been holding until then, the sight causing Cesar to break out into laughter.

They turned to him, both of them sporting a furious glare each. “How can you be laughing right now?!” Ruby exclaimed, eyes struck with fear. “He’s going to kill us!”

Cesar only nodded as his laughter died down to an easy chuckle, his eyebrows raising in agreement. “If you keep looking at (Y/N) like she’s a piece of meat then yeah, probably. And it won’t be painless.”

“Oh, man.” Jamal cried, forcing the entirety of the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, causing the rest of his words to come out muffled. “I’m too young to die.”

For the first time that entire time, Monse, who had been sunbathing peacefully on her towel alongside Jasmine, sat up and removed her sunglasses, looking at them.

“Well, there’s a simple solution.” She deadpanned, holding herself up on her elbows.

Jamal and Ruby turned to her with a mixture of doubt and desperation in their eyes, asking. “What?”

She simply shrugged her shoulders, giving them a sarcastic and annoyed smile. “Just don’t look.” She answered, and with that, put her sunglasses on again and laid back down, leaving the boys to look at Cesar, who simply gave them a shrug and grin in agreement.