#ruby martinez imagines

Request: "i was wondering if u could do a fic where oscar and cesar have a teen sister and she’s sexually assaulted and tells oscar??"

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3181

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Guns, Cursing

A/N: I usually don't do a author's note before the imagine, but this is a sensitive topic so if this might be triggering please click away.

Y/N - Your Name f/c - favorite color

Y/N sat quietly in her room, reading a book, illuminated by a white lamp sitting on her dresser.

Outside her brother, Oscar laughed with some men and her other brother, César had left a while ago on another adventure with his friends, leaving Y/N by herself in her room. Placing the book down, she moved the curtains away from her window. She looked at the gathering of Santos socializing in the backyard. Red solo cups in hand, dancing and eating. She remembered how Oscar had let her help decorate the backyard for the party only to be later excluded from it. Looking at him laughing with a with his arm around someone she betted that he had forgotten that she was inside.

She had gotten used to being forgotten and treated differently by people. Ever since she was born her brothers didn’t know what to do with her. Oscar had never expected to have to raise a brother by himself and especially not a sister. Even though she was only a year younger than César, Oscar's idea of keeping her safe was keeping her hidden.

She was only allowed to go straight to school then straight home, never alone either. If César or Monse weren’t going to a place neither was Y/N and that’s how it always was. She was especially not allowed to hang out with any of Oscar's friends, making life extremely lonely.

Glancing at a photo that was taped next to the window, she smiled at herself situated between Jasmine and Monse with Jamal, Ruby and César in the back. César’s friends were nice, but they were his friends not hers. He was the one invited to all their parties. He was the one they had tried to save, not her.

This left school to be the only place Y/N could socialize, but no one wanted to be friends with a girl from a gang. She was labeled dangerous before anything else, leaving her by herself. Always forgotten, and always alone.

That night she went to sleep feeling sorry for herself and woke up the same way. It continued the next few days until one day when while sitting in her algebra class, a new student was introduced. He was placed next to her and, ignoring the strange looks the class gave to him, he introduced himself.

“I’m Luke. Can I sit here?”

Y/N looked up at the blond haired boy. Her table partner had moved schools a few months ago and no one bothered to sit with her since. He looked nice, he had a nice smile and it made her want to lower her guard slightly, “Yeah, you can sit here.”

Luke sat next to her and immediately tried to start a conversation. He talked about how he moved from Florida. She noticed, as they talked more, how similar they were. They both had interesting families. He had two brothers, she had two brothers and they both lived near each other.

Y/N found herself laughing more than usual at his jokes. This led to the teacher having to stop class multiple times to scold them. Y/N never had a connection to someone like this, especially not on the first day. At lunch Luke went to sit with with her and -

“Who’s this?” César asked, suddenly sitting down at the lunch table next to his sister and wrapping an arm around her. Jamal, Ruby, and Monse also sat down. The table that previously consisted of two people quickly turned to six. Other kids nearby, eyed the two “dangerous” siblings sitting together.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the unexpected attention that was now forming. “This is Luke, he’s new.”

“Lukeee,” César trailed, “I’m Y/N’s older brother-”

“By a few months,” Y/N butted in.

“Whatever, I’m César, these are my friends Jamal, Ruby and my girl Monse.”

Monse laughed, “I’m not your girl.”

“Not yet,” César winked.

Y/N sighed and threw César’s arm off her. She turned to Elliot and apologized.

“Sorry for them.”

“No they’re cool,” Luke grinned. “Any friend of mine is my friend as well.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “We’re friends now? It’s only been a day.”

“Of course, you’re cool.”

With the compliment Y/N cheeks turned red. As childish as it was, having an established friendship with someone made her feel nice.

“This must be how César and Oscar feel all the time.” She thought.

“I don’t know if Oscar will like you having a friend that is a boy.” Ruby remarked. “No offense, Luke.”

“None taken.”

“Oscar doesn’t like anyone anyways.” Monse muttered, taking a bite into her sandwich.

“Don’t worry” Luke smiled, “I’m one of the good guys.”

“That’s what they all say,” Jamal said suspiciously. He leaned in close to Luke’s face and gave him some crazy faces.

“Okay, great talk guys,” Y/N said sarcastically, “I would love to chat with you more but lunch is about to end and I have to show Luke where his next class is. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah I have to go, but it was nice meeting you guys.” Luke stated, before he was dragged away by Y/N.

The next few weeks Y/N spent all her time with Luke. He sat next to her in the classes they shared, they talked at lunch and while walking home after school. They even stayed up at night so they could talk on the phone. She found herself smiling every time he talked to her. Every time he offered to carry her books. He was just so nice.

One Friday afternoon, Luke came running up to Y/N, putting her items in her backpack after her last class. He put his hands around her eyes, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Guess who?”

“Mrs. Kurt, I told you we can't see each other here.” Y/N whispered.

Luke removed his hands and his face went white. Y/N turned around and started crying with laughter. She had to sit down, her face turning bright red as she continued to laugh, gasping for air.

“I don’t even want to think about you dating my mom.” He trembled, before returning to his cheerful self. “Stop laughing, I have important news. There’s a party tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.”

Y/N stopped laughing and thought about it before responding. “I don’t know. I don’t think Oscar would want me to. You know how he is about stuff like that.”

Luke smiled and picked her backpack off the floor. He then put out his hand and helped Y/N to her feet.

“Which is why César and his friends already said they are coming too. Oscar doesn’t have to know you're going as my date.”

“Your date?”

“If you want to be. I want you to be my date.”

Y/N smiled, a pink blush covering her cheeks. “I can be your date.”

“Great,” He took her hand and began to lead her out of the classroom. “It’s going to be amazing, don't worry.”

That night Y/N drank water out of a red solo cup, while sitting on the couch of a kid she had never met before. This time she was the one laughing and partying. Colors flashed around the room as more and more kids came into the house. The air was foggy with smoke and smelt like a mash of perfumes and colognes. Y/N nodded her head to the music enjoying the energy in the room.

To her surprise Luke pulled her up to dance with him. She giggled feeling his hands go around her waist. She put her arms around his neck just like she saw in the movies. Rap was blasting out of speakers placed on the ground. Somewhere someone joked about getting a noise compliment to which the crowd began shouting the rap lyrics louder. Taunting the idea, almost hoping for it so the party could gain extra excitement. Y/N shouted along with them in bliss. Ignoring the past fear she had felt once she noticed César had left. Ignoring the looks she had gotten when she first walked in the party. Ignoring how Luke had moved his hands past the dip in her back...

When she felt his hands squeeze her butt she whispered for him to stop which he did, but she still felt weird. A sinking feeling sat in her gut that this was a mistake. Suddenly the small action made the party feel like too much now. She could smell the stink of alcohol on Luke’s breath and weirdly on herself as well. How did she get drunk?

Y/N moved from Luke to where she had placed her cup. Now she could see scribbled on with a black sharpie, someone else’s name. She must have grabbed the wrong cup sometime during the party. Swaying slightly, she moved back toward Luke.

“I need to go home,” She hiccuped. “I drank someone's drink.”

In the darkness she didn’t see Luke’s small smile. “Wow, I’m sorry. Let’s get you home.”

The two exited the party and began to walk home. Y/N felt more tipsy as she walked, eventually having to lean on the blond boy. She didn’t feel really drunk, she could still tell what was happening, it was just her body felt a little out of balance. Luke seemed the same way, but before they reached Y/N house he grabbed her hips. The sudden movement left her in shock.

“You looked really nice tonight, babe.” He said, pulling her into a kiss as he ran his hands on her back, slowly moving lower onto her butt, then up to her breasts.

Immediately Y/N pushed Luke off of her, moving to wrap her arms around herself. “What the hell? I’m a Santo, pull that shit again and it's over” She yelled, backing away from Luke.

“Like you would, I’m the only one who cares enough to pay attention to you. Do you really think anyone else wants to be around you? I’ll do whatever I want. You would be an idiot to lose me.” He fumed.

Y/N froze. Luke had never acted like that before. He couldn’t truly mean what he was saying. She ran into her house and locked the door behind her. She waited a few minutes to check that he had left, which he did.

After her shower she convinced herself that Luke must have been really drunk. That’s why he acted that way, but on Monday he proved that that was not the case.

At the beginning of algebra it started off okay. Luke kept his eyes on the board and focused on his work. It was okay up to the point where he started rubbing on Y/N's leg. She told him to stop but he ignored her. First rubbing small circles on her knee. Then moving up to her thigh moving closer and closer upwards. No matter how many times she moved his hand he kept putting it back. Eventually she had to stay quiet out of fear of distracting the class, but he kept going. She begged silently for it to stop. Suddenly feeling powerless as he continued to do as he pleased for more days.

At lunch even though Luke continued to joke with César she started to go silent. It was a constant internal battle. If she pushed Luke away more, it would cause her to lose her only friend. If she didn’t she would continue to feel uncomfortable. She told herself it would stop eventually, that things would go back to normal, but they didn’t.

As more days went by Luke tried to do more things. The more he tried to do the quieter Y/N got. But luckily César began to notice. He noticed that Y/N wanted him to sit between her and Luke more. How she stopped laughing at his jokes and how Luke changed his tone when talking to her. It wasn’t always playful like it used to be.

Even though César wasn’t really close to his sister he acknowledged that they had to look out for each other. Y/N had been the one to get Oscar to let him back in the house many times. She looked out for him, and he had to look out for her.

Which is why when César and Monse accidentally walked in on Luke kissing her in an empty classroom while she tried to push him off, he freaked out.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He shouted, pulling Luke off of her and close to his face by the collar of his shirt. “I'm Lil’ Spooky I’ll have your face in the dirt if you do that shit again.”

“César, stop what are you doing here. You’re going to hurt him.” Y/N yelled. Monse gently pulled her away from Luke, but she pushed Monse back.

César punched Luke in the eye and he fell down, crumbling into a fetal position. César continued to kick him in the stomach until Y/N pulled him away.

“You’re hurting him! You can’t do this here! César stop please!”

César turned and grabbed Y/N's arm. He led her out of the classroom and out of the school with Monse trailing after them. Y/N’s items in hand.

“I can’t believe he was on you like that. Shit, Y/N. Wait, don't cry, don’t cry, it's okay.”

Y/N hadn’t realized she was crying until he said that. Tears were falling rapidly down her cheeks. She choked back sobs, trying to keep herself somewhat together.

She was thankful for César stopping it, but afraid for what would happen next. Once they reached their house César guided her up the stairs and inside where Oscar was smoking a cigarette at the dinner table. Hearing the door burst open and crying he instantly got up. He reached for his gun, but seeing that it was his siblings he stopped.

“Shit, what the hell happened César. Why is she crying?”

“Tell him,” César said softly. Monse ran in and went to Y/N’s side pulling her into a hug.

“Tell me what. Why are you crying?”

“He 's not mad at you hermana. Él va a ayudar.”

Y/N sniffled and buried herself into Monse’s shoulder. Trying to hide her embarrassment she whispered, “My friend at school was touching me in a weird way, Oscar. He wouldn’t stop. I told him to stop, though. I did. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

“We’re not mad at you and he’s not a friend anymore, Y/N. That should’ve never happened to you.” Monse murmured.

The room went silent. Monse still slowly rubbed Y/N’s back and César stood tense. Oscar looked from César to Y/N.

“César, do you think he left school yet?”

“Uh yeah, school ended right after I pulled her out.”

“Come on,” Oscar grabbed his gun and began to walk out the door, César following after. Y/N ran after Oscar begging for him to stop.

“Don’t Oscar, don’t hurt hm. He’s my only friend. He’s a kid, it was just a mistake.”

“No no!” He shouted. Oscar turned and placed his hands on Y/N’s shoulder’s. Looking into her teary eyes.

“It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault hermana. My job is to keep you safe. I've failed at a lot of things, but I refuse to fail at that again. Get in the house and rest. He just needs to be taught a lesson. Stay with Monse. Te amo como una hija bebé espeluznante.”

He left with César, leaving Y/N on the lawn. Monse guided her back into the house. She remembered what her dad did whenever she was going through a lot. She treated Y/N the same way. Reassuring her that it will be okay. That it wasn’t her fault.

César and Oscar didn’t come back until later that night.

“We got you this,” Oscar muttered, walking into the house and tossing a stuffed bear to Y/N. “We saw the idea online.” It was a f/c bear with a heart on it that said ‘Te Quiero’ with little messages César and Oscar wrote on the back. There weren't a lot, but the few ones there were were heartfelt.

“Thank you, I love it” Y/N smiled, holding the bear close. Her eyes were still slightly red from crying.

“And pizza,” César quietly cheered. On his face was a bandage, but he moved his face so Y/N couldn’t see it. “Monse do you want to spend the night?”

Monse looked at Y/N, “Yeah I already have clothes here so I’ll stay,”

She picked up a slice of pizza. “Soo, what did you guys do?”

“We took care of it,” Oscar said, sitting on the couch next to Y/N. “He won’t mess with you again. If I didn’t have a reputation I would’ve reported it.” He lowered his voice. “You can always go to us Y/N, we’re going to protect you. If that cabrón messes with you again I’m coming for him. ”

“I know,” Y/N mumbled. “I just wanted a friend, how dumb is that.”

“You can always hang out with us,” Monse added, “We’re your friends. We love having you around.”

Y/N sighed, “I mean my own friend. I love you guys too, but it gets so lonely. No one at school wants to be near me. Soy un marginado.”

The room went silent again. Before Monse spoke up, “You know you’re really smart Y/N. There’s a school in BrentWood that might offer you a scholarship to go there. I know you could pass the entrance exam. ”

“I could get a job for the tuition,” César added, rising from his seat at the dinner table. “Oscar what do you think? You’ve been making more money lately. It would keep her safe. She is really smart.”

Oscar looked at the ceiling, a good sign that he was thinking about the idea. Y/N kept her mouth shut, trying not to get too excited.

“How would she get there?”

“It’s a long bus ride,” Monse remarked, “But it’s safe. Only a bunch of rich kids. Most of them will be nice to you, Y/N. You’re smart, you’re funny, and you’re strong. Not a lot of them are like that there. No one will know who you're related to. I can get my mom to help get you in.”

César, Monse, and Y/N looked at Oscar. He took a deep breath and released it. Pulling a cigarette out his pocket, he lit it. Breathing deep he puffed out the smoke.

“I failed you today as a hermano, if I can keep you safe I will. I’ll work on getting you there.”

Y/N smiled and hugged Oscar, feeling César join as well.

“Thank you Oscar. Thank you Cesar. Thank you Monse. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah” Oscar grinned. “Get off me I’m going to bed. I think I’ll go to the beach tomorrow. Want to come?”

“Yes!”

Summary: You get distracted while Ruby rambles. 

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: Ruby Martinez x Fem!Latina!Reader

Warnings: Tickling, Kissing, Suggestive dialogue (Innuendos, dirty jokes, etc) If we missed something let us know!

A/N: Hiya, it’s been a while, we are going to try to post at least a monthly one shot, but won’t make any promises. Hope you all that read this enjoy this!

You were awoken by the sound of notifications going off loudly. You stirred around on your bed, trying to ignore the cacophony of dings your phone kept emitting. Groggily, you made a mental note to silence your phone from now on. When you could finally look at the screen without it blinding you, you scrolled through the seemingly endless string of texts Ruby had sent to the group chat, “The Gnomies”. Yes, Jamal came up with it. Yes, everyone tried to change it, but he just kept changing it back so they gave up. You groaned as you read the messages. ‘Be here at one on the dot,’ the last message read, ‘mandatory meeting’. That was less than half an hour from now. Lazily getting out of bed, you started getting ready. After brushing your teeth and making your hair look somewhat presentable, you threw together an outfit that resembled a picture you had seen on Pinterest after looking up ‘grunge aesthetic’. You liked trying out different styles constantly, feeling like every single one of them suited you, but none of them could get you to commit to them for more than a month. Satisfied with the way you looked, you left your room, grabbed your keys and skateboard, and started to skate your way to Ruby’s house. Midway, though, you decided to take a detour and get some food—junk food, to be precise—knowing that you would not be able to handle a hyperactive Ruben on an empty stomach.

You left the joint with two bags full of food, hoping bribery would get you out of being lectured by Ruby about punctuality. You balanced the bags on both hands like a scale as you focused on not falling from your board on the way there. Making the last turn to Ruby’s house, you miscalculated the speed you were going at and had to hop off the board, letting it crash against the curb. Though you fell on your ass, you made sure to hold the food up keeping it safe and sound. Holding both bags in one hand, you retrieved your skateboard and walked up to the door, but it flung open before you could even think about knocking. Ruby stood on the other side with a scowl. You smiled sheepishly, extending one of the bags to him. 

“You’re very late! Did you get me fries with that? Also where are the others?!" Ruby said all in one breath.

"First of all, I know I'm late, but I'm sorry to inform you that you are not more important than food.” Ruby scowled and was about to protest, but you kept speaking before he could utter a word. “Secondly, yes, I did get you fries, you impatient goblin. I mean, what do you take me for? A monster?” You pretended to be offended, but Ruby simply looked annoyed by the dramatic display. “Just know that when I win my first Oscar I will not be thanking you, Ruben.”

“Yeah, yeah if you say so—also don’t call me that. Can you get to the most important question now?”

“Damn, someone hasn’t had their daily handy.” You laughed in astonishment, amused by how much irritation Ruby had in him.

“Seriously, Y/N, this is serious!” His voice raised an octave, causing it to crack, and you had to bite back a laugh.

“A la jaula, bestia, a la jaula,” you began, laughter causing your words to come out like wheezes. Ruby spared you one death stare, and you somehow found your composure. “Look, I have no idea where everyone else is. I, honestly, thought everyone was already here and that you were waiting on me.”

“So, you thought they were here and didn’t think to bring them food?” Ruby questioned.

“Do I look like I have enough money to feed todos esos trogloditas? I brought you food with hopes of getting out of the ‘Punctuality Lecture’, but seeing as they aren’t here, guess that spares me.” You dropped the skate on the entryway, pushing past Ruby to sit on the couch.

“And here I was beginning to think you favored me from the rest.” Ruby sighed with disappointment before raising his voice dramatically. “When in reality, it was just BRIBERY!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking once more as he fake sobbed while clutching the food. You clapped as you opened your food, ready to dig in.

“Damn, man, I better watch out, otherwise you’re probably going to win that Oscar before me,” you said as you began stuffing your face.

“Are you calling me dramatic?” He placed his free hand over his heart.

“Oh, without a shadow of a doubt, now sit down and eat.” With your fork, you pointed at him then towards the couch. Instead of sitting, he started pacing around the coffee table, and you watched him as you munched on your sandwich and fries. He stopped for a second to place his bag of food down, yet he didn’t sit down to eat it. He kept going around the small table at a pace too quick for your eyes to keep up without feeling dizzy. “Wow, man, slow down. Me mareas con tus vueltitas.” He only huffed. “Ruben, seriously, I did not buy that for you to let it go to waste. At least breathe and stress eat.” He whipped around at the mention of his full name.

“I thought I told you not to call me that,” he reminded you exasperatedly. “Anyway, I can’t eat right now. I have many thoughts whirring in my brain, and it’s making me sick. Do you know why I called you guys here? Well, if you’re here, you must have read the messages—” Ruby was rambling on and didn’t even stop in between sentences to take a breath so you cut him off. 

“RUBEN!” He ceased all movement so abruptly that a skid mark could’ve possibly been seen in the spot where he stopped. “Could you get to the point,, please? You’re making my head hurt.” You completely ignored his previous statement and pressed the tips of your fingers to your temples. Rolling his eyes at you he sat on the other end of the couch and took his food out. After a few angry munches, he turned to face you, the grease of the food that was plastered on his mouth drawing your attention to his lips. 

“Alright, since the others aren’t here yet, I’ll just start telling you my new ideas for income.” He stopped eating and started chattering and chattering and chattering… 

You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, he stood up and began pacing around the living room again. You stopped listening about half an hour into his ramble, zoning out and staring blankly at him. Your mind got the best of you, and you started to remember why you liked Ruby. What brought this on? You didn’t know. Maybe it was how much passion he put into his pointless arguments, or maybe even that you found it totally adorable that he was practically unable to lie because he would start sweating like a pig on a stick. Maybe it was the way he smiled at you, the tendency he had to correct everything you said matter-of-factly, or maybe it was his dangerously absurd perfectionism. It could be one of his many qualities, good or bad, you didn’t care. Your eyes trailed to his lips once more. They were so full and pink it was hard not to stare—slightly chapped too, but that wasn’t a problem to you. You imagined running your thumb over them, pulling them close to yours and then just crashing them together. Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought of you and Ruby making out. It wasn’t an uncommon thought of yours, seeing as you’ve been dreaming about it happening almost every night since you discovered what hormones could do. 

There was always Cesar, you thought. He was the “face” of the group after all, but that got to his brain sometimes. Nothing more dangerous than a cholo who’s aware of his good looks. You grimaced slightly. Cesar’s ego was one of the many reasons why you never developed an emotional nor carnal liking to the boy. You’d rather leave him to Monse, plus you wouldn’t dream of getting caught in the middle of their toxic and manipulative games. But that’s beside the point. You were abruptly brought back to reality by Ruby waving his hands in front of your face, occasionally snapping his fingers. Shaking your head to shake out the thoughts, you noticed Ruby was now standing on top of the coffee table, being careful not to step on either of your foods.

“PAY ATTENTION TO ME, (Y/N)!” Ruby whined. You held back a chuckle at how funny he looked. His small body barely added to the coffee table’s weight. Deciding to play it cool, you shrugged nonchalantly.

“What’s your fuzz? I am listening to you. Have been for the past hour and a half.” 

Ruby squinted his eyes at you. “No, you weren’t. I know that face. You were very deep in your thoughts. What’s going on in that pretty, little head of yours?” You freaked internally. 

He’s onto us, you told yourself. “Yes, I am onto you, (Y/N), that’s why I asked. Keep up.” He looked at you like you were stupid. Wait how did he—Can he read my mind?  Blink twice if you can read my mind. Ruby blinked twice, and you felt like a rock dropped in your stomach.

“Oh shit,” you whispered under your breath.

“Before you throw up on my couch, I’ll have you know I can’t read your mind. You were just speaking out loud.” You threw yourself backwards unto the couch, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. After making a mental note to slam your head against the nearest wall later, you decided you were not going to make a further fool of yourself. 

“I wasn’t not paying attention; I was just—”

“I am the king of bad excuses, babe, so spare me your lies.” You blushed at the nickname and prayed he wouldn’t notice. “Now since there is obviously something more important on your mind, speak,” he demanded. 

You weighed your options. You could either try to lie and hope he’d let you off the hook, which was not likely, or you could tell him the truth and risk your friendship being awkward from now on if he didn’t feel the same way—and with your luck he most likely didn’t. A few more silent seconds passed before Ruby spoke once more, “Don’t make me take drastic measures on you, (Y/N). I will have no mercy.” He eyed you with determination. You scoffed in disbelief.

“What could you possibly do to torture me, Ruben?” You mocked him, stretching out his name. Ruby smirked.

“Oh, you’ve done it now.” He jumped from the coffee table, landing on top of you and successfully pinning you to the sofa. You giggled and tried to get away from his grip, but it was surprisingly strong. Ruby chuckled at your failed attempts to break free. “Now, you’re going to tell me what I want to know, or else,” he brought his lips close to your ears, “you’ll pay for it with your melodious laughter.” Your eyes widened in realization as his words sank in.

“No, not the tickles,” you begged him playfully. He nodded while mischievously smirking. 

“One last chance, are you gonna talk?” You shook your head.

“In your dreams,” you defied. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” In seconds, his hands went to your sides and laughter erupted from your throat in loud cackles.

“Stop, Ruby—Stop!” you tried to articulate between laughs. He shook his head no.

“Not until I get what I want.” He said between laughs as well, since in retaliation, you had managed to start tickling him as well. The sound of his own laughter mixed with yours was like music to your ears.

“N—Never!” You still mutinied. His fingers only increased their pace and not in ways you’d like. Your stomach was starting to hurt and you were running out of breath, leaving you with just one option. Well, it was now or never. 

“I WAS THINKING ABOUT KISSING YOU,” you blurted; his movements ceased, “I have been since we were in middle school.” You closed your eyes, concentrating on catching your breath. Ruby released you and got off of you, running his hands through his hair in deep thought. You sat up and covered your face with your hands. “This is going to be so awkward now,” you muttered through your hands but it came out like an incoherent jumble of sounds. You moved your hands to sneak a peek at Ruby. Your muffled words didn’t even faze him.

“Ruby?” You looked over at him. His eyes met yours, and he struggled to bite back a laugh. Great, you thought, he thinks I’m a joke now. 

“About time.” He grumbled and sighed.

“What?” You were very confused. What could he possibly mean by that?

 “I said ‘about damn time,’ (Y/N).” His suppressed laughs turned to a shy grin. Still confused as ever, you tried your best to gather your thoughts and form a coherent sentence.

“Wait, YOU KNEW?” You felt sick to your stomach now. All this time, you thought you had been successful at keeping your feelings hidden and sealed away, but now it turns out even he knew.

“Well, yeah, I’ve known for a couple of months now.” He shrugged it off as if it were obvious. 

“Months?!” This was unbelievable. You abruptly stood up and faced him, hands on your hips. “So, you’ve known for months and you didn’t think for one second to tell me? At least, have the decency to confront me, damn it.” You found yourself feeling dumbfounded, feeling toyed with. Ruby reached out to you, holding on to your forearm and pulling you back to sit on the couch. You let him.

“Cesar and Jamal implied it once during one of our guy’s nights, and ever since then, I kind of started paying more attention. Ergo, leading me to the conclusion that you liked me,” he explained. “If it makes you feel any better, the clues to your feelings were very subtle so, I would have probably never noticed if it hadn’t been brought up.” Ruby was trying his best to cheer you up, but you still felt extremely embarrassed by the fact that your secret crush wasn’t so secret. 

“Why would they even bring that up, in the first place?” you questioned, annoyed.

“Well, I may or may not have made a comment about how I thought I was starting to develop feelings for you and the guys just jumped on that and told me that you liked me too,” Ruby admitted shyly, rubbing his neck awkwardly. 

“So, if you like me back, then why didn’t you say anything or make a move when you figured out I actually felt the same way?” You felt bad for interrogating him like that, but you were in dire need of answers.

“I just didn’t know how to bring it up, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have known how to say I liked you back without, probably, choking on my own saliva.” He chuckled lowly, afraid that if he laughed too loud, he’d set you off again. “You know I’ve never been good with the ladies, (Y/N).” You grimaced at the memory of all of Ruby’s failed love attempts. 

“Well, you already knew I liked you—it was a matter of saying three words, eight letters,, and I would’ve been yours months ago.” You pushed his shoulder playfully, the anxiety and embarrassment you had felt washing of and making room for the still-settling realization of having confessed your feelings. Ruby leaned back into you, your legs brushing, causing you to take notice of your proximity. Your hands fell upon each other’s, and you looked up to meet his eyes. You started leaning in, maintaining eye contact as you got closer.

“Ruby,” you started, but he shook his head. 

“Don’t think, act,” he said as he grabbed the back of your neck, crashing your lips together. All your late night fantasies crashed at once, the real thing surpassing each and every one of them. Kissing Ruby felt like a kaleidoscope of butterflies got loose in your stomach—it felt like your heart alone was running a marathon. Kissing Ruby was soft and messy, your lack of experience shining through-. Ruby kept pressing himself to you, making sure there was absolutely no space between you. You had to resort to lying down, pulling Ruby on top of you, not once breaking the kiss. Due to the new position, one of his hands made its way to rest on your waist and the other cupped your cheek. Your hands around his neck were pulling him impossibly closer, and in that moment, your body felt like it was exploding with fireworks, warm all over. You didn’t break away until you needed to  breathe, a goofy smile plastering itself on your face. Ruby held the same expression as you as he looked down at you. As you started leaning in for another kiss, the door burst open. You pushed Ruby off of you, causing Ruby to fall on the ground with a thud. 

“Uh, what’s going on here?” Jamal asked.

“Told you guys it would work.” Cesar had the biggest, cockiest smirk on his face. You and Ruby shared a confused look and stared back at the very late rest of the crew.

“Yep, just like you said. A couple of hours alone, and they were all over each other.” Monse said, trying her best to refrain from laughing.

“I think our little man, Ruby, just popped his cherry.” Cesar wiggled his eyebrows. Monse’s eyes widened and she broke down laughing. 

Irritated enough, you finally spoke up, “Slow your roll, Little Spooky, we’re not like you and Monse.” You shot at him defensively, and Monse choked on her laughter. “No offense,” you added, not wanting to stir up any drama.

“None taken,” Cesar assured. Ruby got off the ground and reclaimed his seat beside you.

Leaning over, he whispered, “Why can’t we be like them?”

“Keep it in your damn pants, Ruben.” You nudged his side and he raised his hands in surrender.  

In retaliation, though, Cesar sat between you and Ruby. You shared a look of annoyance before Cesar asked, “Are you going to finish that?” referring to the forgotten leftover cluttering the small table. 

“Go crazy.”

“Suit yourself,” you and Ruby at the same time.

As Cesar dug in Jamal spoke up, “Can we just skip to the part where Ruby yells at us for being late and starts talking non-stop?” 

“No, man, not today.” Everyone looked bewildered. “Cesar why don’t you take that home? Yes, okay, bye,” Ruby dismissed him.

“Wait, woah, the hell man?” Cesar questioned as Ruby used all his might to get him off the couch. 

“You can all come back tomorrow, on time, and we’ll talk about my idea.” He said shooing them all away. 

“Are you freaking serious?” Monse got angry quickly.

“Hey, not my fault you decided to play cupid and be late on purpose.” Cesar, Jamal, and Monse shared looks of pride at Ruby’s statement. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some wasted time to make up for with my new girlfriend so, bye!” 

“Whatever you say, man,” Cesar said as he opened the door with one hand, the leftovers in the other. When Jamal and Monse were outside he said, “Just remember sin gorrito no hay fiesta.” He immediately shut the door after himself, but that didn’t stop Ruby and you from yelling after him.

“Fuck off, Cesar!” You both yelled with smiles on your faces as you looked at each other. With everyone else gone, Ruby cupped your cheek once more and tenderly kissed you until you had to head back home. That night you slept peacefully, no longer having to dream and wonder about how kissing Ruby would feel like.

Title: I’ll Run To You

Requested? No.

Plot: You were in the relationship with Cesar for a while, but you broke up because of his gang life. And one night he comes over to your door, after getting beaten up and you treat his wounds.

Word count: 2145

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Cesar sighed as he slumped down on his bed and placed his head in his hands. His gaze was getting lost, focusing on a single dot on the floor of his room, mind filled with the events that happened a few hours ago. The images of his encounter with you were flashing in his mind on repeat and he was trying to dissect every part of it, trying to find the reason as to why he was now your ex boyfriend. I'm reality, he was trying to find some other reason, anything other than the one thing he can't change. Who he is and the life he lives. He didn't really have a choice in becoming 'Lil spooky', but he never let that define all of him. He wasn't just one thing, and that was what initially attracted you to him. The fact that despite his tough exterior and being part of a gang, he was so kind and caring, and an all around amazing guy. And you never wanted it to come to the point where you'd be breaking up with him. Cesar was the guy you saw yourself getting married to, having kids with and growing old with. After meeting him, no other guy stood a chance, no matter how much they tried.

But after being taken hostage and used in an attempt to either trade with Spooky's gang, or make them do something, for the third time this month, you just couldn't take it anymore. You didn't want to keep being kidnapped and coming back home beaten and terrified to leave your house for the next few weeks. So you made the hardest decision in your life, and you ended things with Cesar. Every search for a different reason for the breakup failed and Cesar was realising that he was wasting his time trying to evade the real reason, but he still couldn't do anything about it. It was his life, every single day, and he couldn't just change it all over night and all of a sudden be free from all it, when his own blood is the leader of the gang. You were the only thing that kept him grounded, and with losing you, he had nobody else to really turn to. You left a huge void in his heart, that no other girl could ever fill, and all he wanted was to get you back into his life.

"You can't keep living like this Y/N. I understand that you're hurting right now, but you haven't been outside in like five days. You'll get sick if you keep acting like this."

Monse was trying to talk some sense into you, but being as stubborn as you are, her words were falling on deaf ears. You didn't want to leave your room, in case you run into Cesar. You were afraid that you'd just forget everything and rush back into his arms as soon as you saw him. And you just couldn't risk that happening. You appreciated Monse's help though. She is Cesar's ex, and you assumed she would hate you for being with him but she didn't. Instead, the two of you became really good friends. But still  nothing managed to get you out of your room ever since the breakup. You preferred to spend your time looking through your camera roll, tears staining your face as you realise that the majority of the photos were of you and Cesar. You remembered every single one of those moments very well, and it made you feel even worse, considering the fact that you were now exes, and you thought that you'd never be able to share another moment with the guy you love ever again.

Monse somehow managed to get you back into civilization with the help from Jamal and Ruby, which you were insanely thankful for because you were on the verge of calling Cesar. A few weeks passed and you were still miserable, and so was he, praying every night to at least dream of you when he can't see you in person. He would manage to sneak a peek from a distance when Ruby would text him that he was hanging out with you. It broke his heart to see you like that, fake smiling at your friends when you didn't feel like smiling at all, but you didn't want to worry them. As if they all couldn't see right through you. Knowing that you were always somewhere near meant everything to him and facing the harsh reality that you were far away from him now was crushing him. Even his brother noticed the change in him, wished he could do something to help you out. You were not used to their life, and until you were ready to do so, at least understand what it meant to be a part of a gang, and be able to respond accordingly, Oscar knew it was over between you and his little brother.

That was until one night, when you were woken up by a loud knock on your front door. You were terrified to go over and open it, and you were ready to call the police, until you heard a familiar voice from the other side.

"Y/N, it's me. I know that I probably shouldn't be here, but you were the first person that come to mind. Please, let's talk."

Oh how you've missed that voice. You catch yourself hesitating slightly as you reach for the door handle. Are you really ready to accept everything that dating Cesar represented? You run a hand over your face and decide to check the peephole first and the sight melts away all your willpower to be mad at Cesar and to tell him to go away. His face was covered in bruises, and by the look in his eyes and his posture, you could tell that he was bad. You quickly open the door and finally meet your favourite pair of almond eyes you've missed so much. Your will power melted away when you saw how broken he looked, and you stepped aside a little, taking his hand in yours gently, both of you feeling the spark that was still alive between you, and for a moment, you almost pulled away, but held your cool and Cesar was soon in your apartment, just far enough that you could close the door. He felt nervous to be in your apartment once again, after everything that the two of you have been through.

You lead him over to your couch, and after he's seated, you rummage through your medicine cabinet in the bathroom, before coming back to the living room to find that Cesar allowed himself to lean back against one of your decorative pillows, his head leaning against the wall, eyes closed, finally feeling like he's able to breathe again. His mind was adjusting to the fact that he was safe. He was with you, and he was safe. When he felt your presence, as you crouched down in front of him, his eyes opened, and the first thought that ran through his mind was to tell you he missed you and how much he loved you. To tell you that these past weeks were living hell for him. But because of knowing you as much as he did, he knew that it would make you uncomfortable, so he chose not to. Instead, he satisfied himself with just looking at you, once again being face to face with you, even if he was not able to touch you. He winced slightly when you first started cleaning the cut on his face, making a hissing sound, and you made a pained expression yourself, because it hurt you so much more than him to see him in this state.

Still in a daze by the situation, after you treated some wounds, you went to examine some others, and without even thinking about what you were doing, your hand went up to cup the side of Cesar's face, your thumb sliding gently under the cut on his cheek, pondering if it was gonna need stitches. You were so lost in thought that you didn't feel how he slightly melted under your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, before his own hand went up to cup yours, snapping you out the trance you were in. You looked at each other, and you slowly started pulling your hand out of Cesar's grasp, not yet sure if you were supposed to be doing this. A sigh left his lips, as he allowed your hand to slip out of his own, and you went right back to cleaning his wounds. Every single time you did this felt like the first, your heart breaking the same at the state of the boy you loved so much. Both of you right here, millimeters away from each other, and both of you locked inside your heads, fighting your demons and trying to figure out what to do next, what to say.

Cesar still saw vivid hallucinations of every single time you were kidnapped, and he still blamed himself for all of it. At one point, you were done patching him up, and reality set in that this meant he wasted another chance to talk to you and make things right. And with that thought in his head, mixed with his guilt and the love he has for you, cracks in his strength showed, as he let a few tears slide down his cheek, and wrapped his arms around you, his head finding its way naturally in the crook of your neck, like all the times before, taking you completely by surprise. At first you didn't move, unsure of how to react, but soon you put your own hands around his shoulders, leaning your head against his, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of once again being in Cesar's arms. You spent all this time missing that feeling. It was unbelievable how much of a hold he still had on you. How he was still the one who could make your heart flutter, no matter what.

You could feel his warm breath on your skin, and you feel him start to relax in your arms for a few moments, before pulling away slightly, arms still secure around you and he looked you in the eyes.

"I'm so sorry for everything, everything you had to go through, that you had to endure because of me. If I could turn back time and erase all of it, I would. But what I can't, and won't erase is how much I love you. I knew that breaking up was the best thing to do, but I hate what my life is like without you. You keep me grounded and you make me so happy, and I could bare everything the gang life had in store for me if I just thought about you always being somewhere close. But without you, I can't handle it. I'm not strong enough."

He bowed down his head and shook it, and you knew exactly how he felt. And you were reminded that even though your life has turned around completely since you met Cesar, you couldn't imagine your life without him. Using your thumb and index finger, you lifted Cesar's chin to make him look up at you and told him that you know how strong he is, and that you were proud of that. And as if acting on instinct, you told him that you'll always be there for him and that you love him too. 

Those words of encouragement Cesar so desperately wanted to hear from you were giving him the confidence to start leaning in towards you, his eyes staring at your lips, and occasionally looking up at your eyes to see any sign that you didn't want him to kiss you. But you didn't move. You missed him too much to reject him again after your heart skipped several beats when you saw him bruised and bloodied at your doorstep. You'd much rather be with him. As Cesar closed the gap between him and you, you could feel butterflies in your stomach, and the soft feeling of his plump lips on yours, moving in sync, was electric. You planned to spend today the same way that you spent most days, finishing up a tub of ice cream and just missing the hell out of Cesar, but instead you were in his arms, kissing him, letting him back into your life, finally feeling ready to be his girlfriend again. Cesar could finally let out that sigh of relief. He got his girl back and he couldn't be happier. He made a promise, to you and himself, that he was gonna protect you a lot more than ever. And he intended to keep it.

---***---

I haven’t had such a strong crush in a looong time on a guy as much as I have for Diego Tinoco. He brings a smile to my face every time I see him, and butterflies roam in my stomach. I just wanted to try one or two fics about him to calm my aching heart. Tell me you get me (regardless of which celeb you have a crush on). Hope you like this imagine, I’m trying to survive studying and I hate to do this to you and take a break, but I just had to <3

Too High

Jamal Turner x Reader

Summary: Going to an amusement park with Jamal Turner who has quite the fear of heights.

          Strolling hand and hand, you and your boyfriend Jamal approached the ticket booth of the amusement park to purchase wristbands for all the rides. Once you both received you respective bands, the two of you dashed deeper into park. Before arriving at the parkgrounds, the two of you discussed how you  planned on riding on all the the roller coasters and amusement rides despite Jamal’s drastic fear of heights. Glancing at your surroundings, you noticed parents, children, couples, teenagers and adults whisking around seldomly and in crowds. The evening breeze and atmosphere assured you that tonight would bring grins to both of your faces.

          “Let's start out small and work our way up.” Jamal tells you determined to not scream on the headlining roller coaster of the night that many knew for having the biggest drops and fastest speed. The two of you made a bet on whether he would it not with  a measly twenty bucks on the line.

          You chuckle at him. “How small so wanna start? The teacups?” You joked with him yet he remained serious.

          Humming he flashed you a meek smile while suggesting, “How about the carousel?”

          You scoffed.  "The one with the horsey.”

          Pulling your hand, Jamal guided you in their direction with a nod. “That's the one.” He grinned at your reluctance.

          “You better be glad there's little to no line for that.” You grumble while trying to keep up with his quick pace. After the carousel, you both casually strolled through the amusement park not forgetting to stop at the cool ones that were close enough to the ground for Jamal to function. You gave each other whiplash on the bumper cars, nearly vomited on the teacups as they were more extreme than you expected, spun around some more on the Gravitron, and rode on the smaller roller coasters that all made Jamal scream. You two had smiles on your face for the entirety of the time with lots of laughter coming from the both of you. laughing, wide open smiles spread across your faces.

          Looking at the long line, you and Jamal finally approached the ride you placed a bet on.

          “I don't know.” Jamal mumbled.

          Glancing at him your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

          “I mean, I don't know if I can go on this ride.” He says before breaking eye contact with the machinery in front of him.

          You shrugged pulling him away. “Hey it's fine we don't have to.” You began to be walk away until he grasped your hand.

           Shaking his head, he returned to wait in line. “I want to do this.” He declared.Staring into his eyes you saw his slight fear and felt his hand tremble. “No you don't.”

          “Well I don't, but what would Ruby say if he knew I chickened out?”

          You rolled your eyes at his stubborn nice before placing your arm around him. “I'll tell him you didn't chicken out even if we don't ride this.” You assure while rubbing his shoulders.

         “No. You wanna ride it so I'll do it with you.” He smiled as the line moved up.

           Raising your eyebrows at him, you chuckle, “If you think you'll be fine then let's do this.”

He nods while shifting from foot to foot. “I'll be fine.”

          “I'm not fine. I'm not fine. I'm not fine. I'm not fine.” Jamal chanted with messed up hair as he left the rollercoaster area. Coming from the kiosk with a brand new laminated picture of Jamal screaming his lungs out and you laughing at him on the ride.

          “Ferris wheel?” you asked him once you approached him which caused him to lifelessly give you a slow nod.

          You took your spot in the small cart with Jamal and scooted closer to him. The world became so far below you and it didn't seem to matter to Jamal as his focus was on you. He admired your smiling face looking down on everyone -something he could not bring himself to do.

However, when the ferris wheel stopped when you one of the closest cars to the top because of more people getting on at the bottom, you began to shake the cart a little bit which scared Jamal.

          “Can you please stop?”

          “Stop what?”

          “Shaking the seat! What if we die?”

          “At least we'll die together.”

          “Please stop. I'm begging you.”

          “I’ll stop if you can make me.”

          His brown eyes widened as you turned to face him. Regardless of his fear, he leaned over and pressed his lips against yours as you rested close to the birds. You both embraced each other, enjoying the moment.

Once the ride began moving again, and you jumped in the air out of shock which shook the cart and caused Jamal to groan. “These amusement parks aren't for me. I just to stay on the ground with some cotton candy.” He mumbled.

          You pulled him in for another kiss.

Pairing ; Ruby x Reader

Timeframe ; Early Season One

Summary ; Where Y/n is so accustomed to receiving all of Ruby’s attention, she doesn’t know how to respond he ends up giving it to someone else.

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A/N: Fun fact about yours truly: I absolutely love Jealous!Reader fics because I am the most overly dramatic, petty and jealous person I know. 

Also Ruby is very extra in this, bc my baby is an amazing character who deserves to be overplayed and exaggerated in every dimension of his existence. mkay :)

Request: None 

Pronouns: None Stated 

Word Count: 528 

Warnings: Nothing :) 

Ruby can always tell when it’s time to run to the store.

You were usually at home by yourself. Your parents worked a lot and went out a lot. 

 He took notice of this and started to help you out with shopping for you and your family. Buying everything you needed (with money provided from your parents of course) But somehow when he visits later it looks like no one has lived there in days.

“Y/N how do you live like this? We went shopping a week ago!”

He is a coupon master and will bring over sheets of coupons for you to cut. He would get safety scissors for you, but he likes his coupons to be cut in a specific way. 

“Like this, don’t cut off the barcode or we won’t be able to use them!” 

Abuela would drive both of you to the store because Ruby does the shopping for his family as well. 

He likes to go right when the store opens and unless you were feeling bad, the both of you would be there at 7:00am. Even during the winter, you and him would be outside the store in thick snow jackets and mittens. 

No matter what you put on the list he buys the exact thing you meant. 

Even if you just put popsicles he would buy your favorite brand and your favorite flavor. You love how he just gets you.  

He would  criticize you for putting random things but would still buy them. 

“I’m not getting matching socks for us. We don’t need them! You know we’re on a budget rig- well they are on sale. Plus they are kinda cute…. not as cute as you though.”

Even though most of the items on the list was junk food he still adds lots of fresh fruit and vegetables.

 He would call Abuela to ask how to choose good produce and you would watch as he smacks multiple watermelons looking for the best one. 

Ruby wouldn’t want to go into the toy section but somehow you always end up in there, causing him to have to follow.

You would try to buy the twins more presents but Ruby keeps telling you not to. 

(you still would) 

While checking out you would definitely need to get another cart. 

Ruby would get out his shopping clipboard and start preparing the coupons. 

By the time he’s used all the coupons the store would owe him money.  

The items would be placed in his old reusable bags with fruit on them.

Any stickers he gets are given to you, which means you leave the store with a bright yellow sticker on your cheek. 

After loading up the groceries he would let you sit in the cart and push you around.

and Ice cream is always needed after hours of shopping. 

When the groceries are being put into the house he gives you all the light bags 

“No no I got it. I’m not letting you carry all this heavy stuff. You could hurt yourself.” 

And he would help you help put up your groceries at your house.

Request: None 

Pronouns: No pronouns stated, but there are mentions of you being a Queen 

Word Count: 393

Warnings: None :)

F/D/P - Favorite Disney Princess

Whenever Ruby wants to spend time with you he’ll offer to watch a movie with you. 

Usually he’ll try to be smooth with it, but you can tell. 

“So I saw that Discovery Channel has a new documentary, sooo.” Ruby trails.  

“Do you want to watch it?” You ask. 

“I don’t know, don’t you have to do something with Monse?” 

“Not today! Let’s watch it, baby.” 

He’ll bribe Abuela to take care of the twins and make his parents go on a date so there’s no distractions. 

 “EVERYONE OUT! Y/N IS COMING IN A HOUR!” 

He’ll build a blanket fort in the living room, hang up fairy lights, and set up your favorite snacks. 

(all organized in a tray he has specifically for movies) 

Even though he’s planned everything, when you come he would still freak out.

“Uh, Hey y/n! You’re early!”

You look at your phone, “I’m actually late, babe.”

“Oh! I didn’t notice, I was too distracted thinking about you.”

Whenever you come over to watch movies it turns into a sleepover, so he makes you take a shower and change into your pajamas before you go into the blanket fort.

He loves seeing you wear the clothes he bought.

After you change you strike poses in front of him.

“Why are you making that face?” You giggle.

“Because you’re teasing me.” He states.

“How?”

“You’re moving that gorgeous body in front of me in tight pajamas! What else would you expect!”

He would let you pick the movie first even if it’s something he doesn’t like.

If you choose a documentary, he’ll tell you fun facts about the subject.

and when it’s his turn he’ll pick a scary movie so he can comfort you. 

(but usually he scares himself too)

After the scary movie the both of you would watch disney movies.

“F/D/P is the best-” You yawn, starting flipping through channels.

“What! You’re acting like Jasmine doesn’t exist.” He argues, wrapping an arm around you.

“Jasmine! Since, when do you like Jasmine?”

“Ever since I realized you can’t be a princess,because you’re a Queen.”

When you fall asleep he wraps a blanket around you and leaves kisses all over your face.

(You’re lips would taste like popcorn)

When Ruby’s parents walk in, they would see you snuggled in Ruby’s arms, with the TV still on, shining on your faces.