“I was just making sure you understood the plan.” And because he couldn’t help himself, he added on. “So just make sure you watch over her, so the prophets can’t get to her. They need to think she’s claimed BUT in her presence don’t use that term because she is annoyingly feminist.” 

“Where is she?” Spooky interrupts, not wanting to give him a reason to  continue on. “She’s at home right now. I sortaaa …locked her in the closet so you might want to get a move on that she’s gonna be seriously cranky.”

Spooky pinches the bridge of his nose aggravation taking over his senses. 

****

Quiet. That’s what you had been from the moment you’d been fetched from the closet and forced to pack a bag to stay at Spooky’s. He heard you mumbling to yourself in irritation as you packed, only being able to make out tidbits here and there. “A fucking college student…. Sent off to live with a fucking gang because that’s safe. “ Multiple eyerolls as you threw your things into your bag. 

Spooky didn’t see many similarities between you Jamal,  he just wondered how that squirrelly kid could be related to you. You were fine.Like real fine. Glossy lips, manicured hands and an attitude. Spooky didn’t mix business with pleasure though, and apparently you had a skillset he could use while he had you. 

The room he showed you was nothing like the pink frilly room he’d just taken you away from, but despite the pout making its way onto your face you said nothing about it. “I’m gonna lay down some ground rules. Don’t leave without me or another Santo. Don’t post your location, let me know anything critical that happens. Comprende?” 

“ ‘kay anything else?” 

“Yeah. Lose the attitude.” The look you give him could kill all his men. “Excuse me if I’m slightly discombobulated from being locked in a closet then forced to go to some random gang member's house. Just because some random ass prophets decided they didn’t like my brothers little friend and wanted to fucking sex traffic or rape or I don’t fucking know what to me.” You take a deep breath afterwards trying to rein in your frustration. “Sorry for my outburst.”

Spooky couldn’t stop himself from laughing a little, which made you quirk your eyebrow at him. “Now I see how you and Jamal are related.” 

****

You hadn’t snuck out since you were in high school, you had no reason to but now that you were under Spooky’s ‘care’ you could barely do anything you wanted. You missed your friends and you didn’t even think he’d notice you were gone. You spent most of your time in Spooky’s house in that room with a Santo posted outside your door.

The pool was supposed to be a beef free zone so you thought you’d be safe. Spooky found you way sooner than you were hoping. Displeased was the only way to describe the look on his face. “Let’s go.” Your friends side eyed you as the man you told them nothing about made you leave with nothing but a stern look and two words. He didn’t say anything as you gathered your things and said your goodbyes. Not even when your friend insinuated that you were smashing him because you didn’t really feel like explaining that your life was actually in grave danger that you made worse to meet them at the pool. 

The entire ride back was silent with you sitting in the back seat and sad eyes and him in the front. Well it was silent until he parked in front of his house. “Do you want to die?” When you took too long to answer he asked again. “Huh?” His tone, rough. 

“Well, no.” He’s only looking at you through the rearview mirror even though he’s not driving and he is fully capable of turning around. 

“You must want to. Or at least for something bad to happen. You’re so worried about the Prophets but you’re running around fully visible at the pool in a tiny fucking bathing suit.” The pout is back and he has to look away. 

“Stop yelling at me.” Spooky laughs but it’s obvious he doesn’t find anything funny. “I spent all day looking for your little ass and you…” He trails off pinching the bridge of his nose. Sad eyes gives him a look only they both seem to understand. 

“Go in the house.” He only has to tell you once before you get out, slamming the door in the process. You were a grown ass woman, you could leave the house whenever you damn well please. You didn’t deserve to get yelled at by some man you barely know or stalked by fucking Prophets over shit your bad ass little brother was doing. 

Multiple Santos gathered around the door as you threw your things into your bag. You knew they were Spooky’s most trusted but that’s all you knew about them. Besides Sad eyes and occasionally Spooky you didn’t really talk to anyone while you were there. 

“You’re making my guys antsy.” You hear after a few footsteps and the click of the door closing. You shrug. “I’ll be out the way soon.”

‘Where you gonna go?” You’re irritated with his returned calm demeanor, making you look crazy and irrational. 

“Home.” 

“You can’t go home.” You never respond, you just continue to pack your bag. He comes closer removing the bag from your hands and when you still don’t look at him he tilts your chin so that you meet his eyes. “I’m sorry, I yelled.” You huff irritated that he’s winning at being the bigger person.

“Sorry I left.” You mumble. You miss the way he smirks a little,and how pleased with making you give up. 

“Let’s have better days, okay?” He tells you as he swaggers out the room.

*******

“Your brother said you have a skillset that I can use.” You look at the crusty ass computer he set in front of you in disgust. “Not on that I don’t.” He and five of his guys are watching you grab a bag you were keeping under the bed. 

They continued watching you with intrigue as you pulled out a very expensive looking computer set up. “If you try to hack something on that you’ll be caught immediately.” You pause to slide your glasses on your face. “You probably wouldn’t even get through.” 

“We aren’t trying to learn, just do it for us.” One random guy who you’ve seen around but haven’t bothered to learn his name says. “Rude.” You roll your eyes. 

“Well what am I doing, exactly?” You look at Spooky who’d just been watching you quietly. “I need you to get into the police database and erase the serial numbers connected to this.” Unzipping the bag you watch as stacks of cash are revealed.Confusion sits on your features. “They cleaned that money though.” 

“No questions, bitch.” Your head snapped around at the same time Spooky’s did. “Outside.” Was all he said to the asshole you got to know as joker. And yeah he was a fucking joke. You take a deep breath as the other men follow behind him Sad eyes patting your shoulder as they go. He stays with you and Spooky.

“I hate your fucking friends. Or family whatever.” You mumble. As you type away on your computer. Spooky ignores you, leaning over as you type. You take a deep breath but you’re immediately met with his cologne and the smell of smoke. Panic washes over you when you realize how good he smells. You wish you had grabbed your freaking vibrator and it wasn’t exactly something you could tell your brother to bring you. 

“You’re crowding me. I need space to work.” You shooed him away. “High maintenance like your hermano.” He says backing up, but his hand grazes your back and you know you’re cooked then. You wonder if you’re ovulating to be this hypersensitive to everything he does. It’s no secret he’s fine, but pursuing that wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do.

You  try not to think about it and remind yourself that despite being fine, he’s a gang member. He’s bossy, and you’re pretty sure he’s a whore just because he’s fine. Though that goes out the window when he’s leaning back over you. “What’s taking so long?”

“Are you in a rush?” And then because you can’t help yourself. “It’s not like I need your help.” 

Sad eyes intervened quickly, when he saw how Spooky looked at you. “Don’t start. Be nice.” Pleased to get a reaction out of him, you didn’t say much else.

“Sorry. All done though.” You gasp in audacity as you watch Spooky look over your computer, still leaning crazy close to you. “There’s no way you’re checking my work right now.” 

“Just making sure you know what you’re doing.” You watched as he clicked on meaningless things on your screen. 

“Well you obviously don’t.” You pop his hand when he continues to click icons on the screen. “Did you just pop me?” Sad eyes laughs behind you, as the two of you make eye contact. 

The door slams before you can say anything. “The prophets just rolled up asking about her, what you wanna do?” Joker says, panic flurries in you, the smokescreen in your head no longer allowing you your false sense of security. 

****

“What did we talk about?” Spooky says low in your ear. The rumble of his voice is like a car engine. “I’ve stayed close to you.” You’re lying a little considering every time you see one of your friends you wander off and you know Spooky is losing his patience with you. But the block party is the first time you’ve been able to actually socialize since the pool.

‘Closer. The whole point of us being out here is for it to look like you’re my hyna. The prophets aren’t going to end the truce over you.” You nod until a friend of yours is walking up to you and after a few moments of talking she says come look at something and you’re moments away from running off again, until you’re faced with that stern look he’s giving you. When she’s off after whatever lame ass excuse you give her, you turn back to Spooky. 

“People are going to think I’m in a abusive relationship if I can only stay in this spot and I’m not allowed to socialize.” 

He pulls you closer to him, by your waist and you have to remind yourself he doesn’t mean it. “No, they're going to think you’re a good girlfriend, sitting pretty for her man while he’s on the grill.” The timbre of his deep voice sends a flush through your entire body. “Right?”

“Yeah everyone’s totally going to think you’re in the bone zone, so you just want to stick near him. No one will question it.” You jump away from him at the sound of Ruby’s voice. He was accompanied of course by your little brother and the rest of their crew. 

“Yes, now big spooky, not to be confused with the little one. Keep your paws off my sister.” You watch as he takes a breath and you already know he’s about to tell you something he’s done. 

“What did you do, shithead?” Jamal puts his hand over his heart acting scandalized for a moment. “I’m actually touched you know me so well. I actually entered the two of you into a cutest couples contest so I need you to make your best pose….” He points his phone camera at the two of you like an older mom. “Okay Spooky stop looking so intensely at the camera. It’s not really giving in love.” He frowned as he looked at the picture he took of the two of you looking very disgruntled. 

“That’s okay I took one of them when we were walking up. You know I keep the receipts boo.” Jasmine tells him, showing all of you a picture with Spooky's arm wrapped around your waist. It looked surprisingly intimate. Maybe how it felt,, in the moment but not what you were expecting.

“That’s creepy.” You tell her, but it’s no use. It goes in one ear and out the other and you know their planning to go cause more trouble as they walk away. 

“Your brother and his friends are weird.” 

“You mean like your brother and his friends.” You remind him. 

“Cesar isn’t that weird.” You look over to where he’s motioning to Jamal. “No one is that weird.” You smile but it’s fond. You love your weirdo little brother. 

****

You’d gotten to the point of the night where you’d had too many drinks and not enough food. It was hard to keep eyes off of you because by the end of the night you’d made so many friends. “Mami come here.” Spooky called, he scooped you into his open lap easily, sad eyes handing him a plate. 

“Open.” You look at the assortment of food on his plate. “Are you trying to sober me up?” Your head finds his shoulder as you suddenly feel sleepy. “Mhm. Open.” 

“I don’t like that.” You say pushing the fork away.

“I made it, you'll like it. Now open.” Too sleepy to fight with him you did as he said watching everyone dance. You make a content little sigh as you chew. 

“Good?” You hum in agreement. 

‘You sleepy now? After causing me trouble all day.” He knows you are because you do what Cesar used to do back in the day when he was about to fall asleep, rubbing his arm for comfort.

“I did not cause you any trouble.” You disagree and Spooky laughs. “We had a good day.” 

“Yeah we did.” The two of you sit in silence while you let him feed you and force you to drink water. For a while you’re in the crook of his neck falling asleep until you feel yourself being lifted. “We’re out.” Is all you hear. 

When you wake up again it’s morning. The sun cascades across you as you feel the aftershocks of the night you had. Your head was absolutely pounding. You find yourself going through the motions of the morning like a zombie. 

You knew you had a bunch of schoolwork waiting for you.Spooky’s house was finally empty, so you found yourself in the living room. He emerged from his room much later than you, surprised to see you in the living room instead of hiding away. You had papers spread out all around you, with your glasses on and the tiniest fucking shorts to ever exist. Spooky could admit he looked for a while before finally turned his head. He knew you didn’t hear him come out. You had a habit of turning your music up way too loud in your ears, you would be deaf by the time you were thirty. 

Tapping your leg, to get your attention and watching you jump made him laugh a little. ‘Did you eat?”  

You shook your head thinking about how queasy you would feel if you ate after the drinking you did. “I’m not hungry.” 

“Don’t make me force feed you again.” He raised his eyebrow at you waiting for you to challenge him. “I’ll eat later, I swear.” He leaves you alone after that, letting you continue to study while watching tv beside you, after he cooked and made it clear the plate in the microwave was for you. 

After a few hours of comfortable silence there was a sturdy knock at his door. Spooky answers it on guard, obviously not expecting anyone. Your spine straightens in panic but you try not to give way to your nervousness. When Spooky visibility relaxes you do as well. You try to strain your ears as you listen to the hushed conversation Spooky is having but it’s no use. 

When he comes back in you try not to look as nosy as you were being. “I gotta go handle something. Sad eyes is gonna stay here with you.” He looked like he meant business so you didn’t question him, not that you ever really did. “Put on some pants, princesa.” You roll your eyes at that, but you find yourself going to do so anyway.

***

“Do you need a lesson on what not to do when the block is hot?” Spooky was yelling, this time not at you but instead at his little brother. “You can’t run around Prophet territories when you know we have something they want.”

“Someone.” You mutter, under your breath. Spooky ignores you to continue staring his brother down. 

“Aren’t we in a truce?” Cesar asks, which was obviously the wrong question. 

“Carnalito don’t be so naive. That truce is on the edge of breaking. I don’t need you running around making things worse.” It was news to you that the truce was on the verge of breaking. For the rest of the day you were in a panic, every noise frightening you.

It was no surprise that when you finally fell asleep you awoke in the middle of the night in a panic. Well maybe Spooky was surprised when you opened his door considering he woke up out of his sleep to point a gun at you. It was back down the moment he saw it was you though. You didn’t have the energy to say much as you climbed on his bed. He’s half asleep but you can tell he’s amused .He’s surprised when you cuddle into him making yourself comfortable. 

“You good?” You nod, already moments away from sleep again, but before you pass out you feel him press a kiss to your forehead. 

****

It was no secret that you and Spooky were falling into domestic patterns. He cooked, you would clean. Sit too close together even though there were a million open seats. Also you liked to make Spooky laugh, you learned quickly that he found humor in almost everything so it was easy to do. 

You had become friends. Except maybe you were more considering he’d place little kisses on you whenever he got the chance. On your shoulder blade while you were washing dishes. On your forehead, your arm. You wondered if he was trying to confuse you or if you were just acting confused. 

“Hey baby.” You hear from across the aisle. Your stomach drops at the sight of your ex boyfriend. You’re floundered in surprise at the sight of him in all green. “Terell, you banging now?” Disappointment flies out of your tone, when you think of the bright future he had ahead of him. 

“I’ve been hearing that’s what you like these days. Where your mans at?” LIke he was summoned Spooky was standing behind you. 

“I’m right here.’ There a problem?” Spooky’s presence seemed to knock him back some  but not enough. “Nah ain’t no problem. Just wanting to see if she was ready to roll with a real one again.” Spooky’s emerging forward and you quickly pull his shirt back, not wanting to be in the middle of a fight in the grocery store. 

“Spooky, let’s go.” You’ll pull him back while Terell laughs and he lets you. “We’ll handle this in the streets homie.” Spooky warns him. Your heart sank, that officially ends the truce.

“Why would you do that?” You ask panicked, when the two of you finally got in the car. 

“You know why.” The two of you lock eyes and another moment of unspoken tension passes between the two of you before he pulls off. 

*****

“What the hell is this shit.” Spooky, Sad eyes, and Cesar were the only Santos left in Spookys house after they had a ‘meeting’ about the grocery incident. You were unsure of what conclusion they came to since Spooky was keeping it from you but at the moment you didn’t really want to know anyway. 

“It’s a face mask, duh.” Sad eyes had let you do him first and Cesar gladly participated, Spooky was not as into it. “I’m not putting that shit on my face.” 

“Yes you are, it's good for you. Your skin will glow.” You’re getting closer to him trying to be slick.

“My skin doesn’t already glow?” Spooky can barely fake being offended. 

“Please, Oscar.” It’s the first time he’s ever heard you say his name, and you look so cute pouting when you don’t get your way that he just sighs. “Fine.” He sips his beer, pulling you in between his legs with his other hand.

“Yayy.” You try to ignore the sudden butterflies as you apply it to his face, his hand resting on your hip for support as he looks up at you. The entire time he’s staring at you, you start to get more and more nervous. 

“What?” Spooky has really pretty eyes and it was really unnerving to watch him look at you with such….admiration

“I can’t look at you?” Unbeknownst to the two of you, Sad eyes and Cesar were exchanging looks. The entirety of the will they won’t they game had the entire Santos making bets behind Spooky’s back. 

“Nope.” You step away abruptly when you’re done trying to bring yourself back to reality even though you allowed yourself to linger too long on something that didn’t take very much time. He just laughs which aggravates you a little. 

You’re surprised when they all sit the full fifteen minutes with the mask on their face. “Get this off my face princesa.” Sad eyes and Cesar peeled their masks on their own but after watching them be dramatic about how much it hurt Spooky wanted you to for it for him. You walk in the bathroom to find him with just a corner peeled. 

“Your name's Spooky but you’re too scared to peel a face mask.” The pointed look he gives you makes you leave him alone going forward to help as he leaned against the bathroom counter so that you could get a better angle. 

He grunts as you peel the first corner up. “Stop being a baby.” You finish in less than a minute running your hand over his slightly red face. “You’re never doing that shit again.” He’s nearly pouting about it. He let you run a warm washcloth over his face, and unable to help yourself you kissed him. You don’t know what comes over you but it’s quick, your lips barely touch his, still he smirks like he’s planning something. 

“But now you’re glowing.” You try to act casual but he’s not having it. “I’ve been waiting on you to do something.”

“You’ve been waiting on me to make the first move?” You question not resisting as he starts to lean over you. “Not very macho of you.”

“Your brother said you were a feminist or some shit.” His hand at the base of your throat as he backed you against the open door. He kisses you leaning his whole body against yours. Your nerves were on fire as he overwhelmed your senses. 

“You know what a fucking feminist is.” You roll your eyes despite the flush feeling in your cheeks and the fact that your head was swimming. Dizzying was the only way to describe the way he kissed you. Like he’d been waiting, like he was trying to swallow you whole.

**** “Stop being weird.” Spooky watches as you look around wondering who he was talking to. 

“I’m being weird?” You knew you were being weird. He walks up behind you standing over your shoulder as you work on whatever on your computer. 

“Yeah you keep running from me.” You purse your lips looking up at him. “I’m not running from you.”You stand up from your chair, admittedly you were planning on trying to get away from him. You’d thought about the situation and it was just not smart. It didn’t change the fact you wanted him though. He doesn’t let you get anywhere though, easily turning and sitting you on the table in front of him.

“Totally not sanitary to have my ass on your kitchen table.” You know he doesn’t care when his hands circle your hips and he steps between your legs. Jamal would absolutely have a fit about this. “Why’re you being weird?” 

“I’m not…. You smell really good right now.” You bring your nose to his shirt. “No cigarettes.” He laughed as you pulled him closer, making his dimples peek out. “Yeah I didn’t feel like hearing your mouth about it.” 

“Well they could kill you,and you smell really really good without them. Also you love hearing my mouth.” You pause for a moment wondering if that sounded dirty, but you didn’t think he was listening anyway. 

“Give me a kiss, weirdo.” You place a peck on his lips. “A real kiss, princessa. If I can’t have my smokes I need you on my lips.” You smile despite yourself, pulling him into a deep kiss. He takes over five seconds in his hand finding your throat as he pulls you closer to him. He pulls away from your lips place a kiss on your neck. A soft gasp spills from your lips as his hand slips in your shorts. 

“Oscar…” You’re embarrassed a little because you know you’re dripping, and you know he feels it with his smirking face placing a kiss in the crook of your neck. “Yeah?” He pulls back to look at your face as he slips a finger into you. “You’re tight, princessa. Gonna take me a while to stretch you open.” 

You look back at the door worried. “No one is coming through that door, bebita.” He pulls your head to him, kissing you once more before making work of pulling your shorts down. “This is cute.”Kissing the bow on your panties. He sits in the chair that you had once been sitting in. Your underwear are shoved to the side before he’s licking up the center of you. The shuttering moan you let out makes Spooky shiver. He wouldn’t admit that though.

“Lay back.”  You shake your head no at his demand. “I wanna see.” He has the damn smirk on his face again, but he doesn’t say anything. It’s not very long of watching him that your back does finally hit the table and you know he’s gonna tease you for that.  You try to muffle your moans but he’s not having it. The rumble of his voice sending a vibration through your entire body. “I wanna hear you princesa.” You get lost in the sensations that you don’t even hear the door open. 

“What the fuck?!” Your brother’s voice snaps you out of the trance you were in, immediately pulling you back to reality. You hop off the table pulling your shorts back on. “You never heard of knocking.” Spooky is the picture of calm as your brother stands there flabbergasted. 

He says your full name in shock. “I did not raise you to be such a …” Spooky interrupts before he can finish. “Ay watch your mouth.” He tells him at the same time Jamal says. “Hussy.” You want to laugh but you know that will further aid his dramatics. “I’m worrying about you day and night and you’re in here getting thug love. Andddd… you would have heard me knocking if it wasn’t for your head in between her legs.” 

“Jamal, calm down.” You say, even though you know better. Cesar is standing behind him in awkward silence but you both know that he’s going to drag it even more if he can’t be dramatic right now. 

“Don’t tell me to calm down.” You look back at Oscar with a deadpan look. “No one is coming through the door,huh?” You have to turn away quickly when you see him lick his lips, a flush feeling coming over you.

“Is there a reason you barged in?” You ask wanting this humiliation ritual to be over. “I came here to tell you there’s been a development in your situation. I know that Spooky, the big one not the little one, is planning on fighting Terrell tonight which is so crazy considering he used to come to dinner but-“

“You’re doing what?” Your head whips around to find Spooky giving your brother a death glare, before he turns to look at you.

“We have to settle up, one way or another.” 

“He’s going to fight dirty. And what does this even settle in the end?” The long look he gives you makes the out in your stomach take a deep dive.

“No you can’t do that.” You say shaking your head. “Find another way.”’

“It’s not your choice.” He’s being too nonchalant again, the finality in his tone put there to piss you off and you both know it. It becomes bigger when he starts to light up a cigarette which he never does inside the house. You snatch it before he can even inhale. You hear your brother gasp loudly behind you.

He watches as you put the cigarette out on the ashtray and due to the look on his face you know you have him just as fucked up as he does you. He stands up coming close to you, you wonder if it’s meant to intimidate you but it doesn’t matter because you really don’t give a shit.

“Give us a minute.” He tells Jamal and Cesar. “Don’t you put your hands on my sister-“ Cesar’s already pulling him away looking embarrassed to have both Spooky as a brother and Jamal as a friend

Once the door clicks it’s like the both of you are having a staring contest.”You’re going to let them mess up your pretty face for a stupid fight?” Irritation rolls of each word.

“If I were you I would be more grateful. This stupid fight might save your life.” He rasps.

“And put yours in harm's way. Why can’t you understand why I wouldn’t want that?” His eyes soften a bit. “And it’s obvious you didn’t tell me because you knew that.”

“Well, I’m doing it. That’s already settled. What I need to know before I come back here tonight all bruised up is if you want me.” He pauses when you look at him in genuine confusion. “I don’t want to come back all banged up and you feel bad so you take pity-“ You squint at him confused.

“Obviously, I do. What the fuck are you even talking about?” He’s shaking his head before you can finish talking. 

“How is that obvious?” You furrow your eyebrows together looking over at the table he just had you on. “Dude. Be serious.”

“That doesn’t make anything obvious, Princesa.” Genuinely aggravated is the only way to describe how you feel at the moment. “Words.”

“…Yeah I want you. Which is why I don’t want you to go out there and get yourself killed tonight or possibly paralyzed or lose a finger or something. You know fights are the number one leading cause of amputations… no it’s not I’m making that up- but still, I don’t want you to get badly hurt. Especially because again your face is really pretty so-“ He cuts off your rambling with a kiss.

“Not that many words. You sound like your hermano.” Jamal pops around the corner scaring the both of you. Cesar looked apologetic saying something about how he insisted. “Which is how you should know she’s right.”

“Give me one before I go.” Your heart drops at how quickly this was happening, but still you try for a peck with your brother standing there. He pulls you back in for a longer kiss, uncaring about your audience.

“Enough of that, Oscar.” Your brother says, which is when Oscar finally releases you. 

“Please come back in one piece. With minimal damage and no wounds that will leave permanent scars. Do not die. Do not go to jail. Do not get stabbed or-”

“I get it, princesa.” His interruption doesn’t make you any less worried but you know you have to stop. 

“Please be safe.” He looks into your eyes seeing the worry all over your face. “I’m coming back to you.” He promises. 

*****

More Santos than you’d ever seen in one place were guardian Oscar’s house, but no one was inside except you and Cesar. He’d watch you nearly pace a hole in the floor while he tried to reassure you, but really he was worried too. Spooky had never done anything this reckless before, he knew there was no use in trying to talk him out of it when he saw how pissed he was talking about with the Santos and he knew it was because he possibly had very serious feelings for you.

He hooked up with girls all the time Cesar heard the other Santos talking about who Oscar was hooking up with all the time, but it was different with you. When the other Santos mentioned you Oscar didn’t find shit funny. He wouldn’t even let them speculate that the two had been messing around which considering what Cesar had walked in on with Jamal earlier you were messing around so it meant whatever Oscar was feeling, is very serious. 

Cesar was insanely worried about what Oscar might turn into if something happened to you. Most of the Santos loved you and while Cesar knew Spooky could handle himself in a fight, he was so sure when he knew Spooky’s head might be elsewhere. 

Panic swarms Cesar when he sees a tear drop from your eyes. “It’s been four hours.” You check your phone for the fiftieth time. “I’m sure he’s gonna walk through the door any minute.” Like he’d been summoned he walked through the door seemingly with enough strength to catch you after you jumped into his arms. 

“Easy, easy.” You get off him quickly worried he might be injured and taking a moment to survey him for any serious injuries. “These tears for me, princesa?” His thumb swipes under your eyes once you see that he’s okay you can’t help but roll your eyes, and back away from him all that worrying for nothing. 

“No one was even crying.” You say while he daps up his brother. “Why didn’t you text me back if you’re okay?” Spooky sees through the tough act immediately because even though he didn’t text back he definitely saw your texts and the multiple ones his brother sent about you losing your mind worrying about him.

“I just had to tie some shit up before I came back.” The vague nonresponse irritates you further as you fight to regulate your emotions. The relief hits you all at once when you realize everything is going to be okay and you’re blinking back more tears than you can hold. 

You mock him silently as you wipe your eyes, getting more aggravated with yourself when the tears kept coming. “You mad at me for real?" Cesar got out of there as soon as Oscar started walking up close to you, he’d seen enough for one day. 

You shake your head no and pull him close for a hug. “Sorry I’m all over the place.”  Spooky’s heart warms at the idea that you were this worried for him that you can’t control your emotions, especially with him seeming to be the one to be showing all his cards. 

“Thank you.” He’s met with your glossy eyes and soft voice. “Thank you for handling all that, you didn’t have to and I really appreciate it.” The kiss he places on your lips can’t express all the things he’s feeling st your words of appreciation but he’s better with that than saying it sometimes. 

******

“I have to leave.” You say packing your last items into your bag. “I need to get back to my life.” Spooky feels like a little kid getting his favorite toy taken from him. “Also I don’t think it's healthy for us to start out a relationship with me living with you, we have to try to do things in some sort of order.”

“Maybe the usual order isn’t what we’re supposed to do.” He intercedes. You roll your eyes lifting up the handle on your suitcase. “I wanna be taken on dates first, not move right in and cosplay husband and wife of five years.” You rebuttal. 

Spooky sighs. “Is this our first fight?” You squint your eyes at him. ‘Did you forget all the other ones..?”

“I mean as a couple.” He’s reaching for you, but you tsk blocking him. “To be a couple you have to ask me out, which you will do on our first date.” You hear him smack his lips but you could care less. Your friend honks her horn again waiting for you to exit the house. “Okay I have to go.” You kiss him three times but he’s not satisfied. He never is unless it’s slow and deep and leaves you a wreck but you don't have time for that. 

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”

You adjusted the straps of your swimsuit, glancing around the group. Ruby and Jamal were already in the pool, goofing off and splashing each other, while Cesar was sitting on the edge, legs dangling in the water. Monse sat near him, her attention flicking between you and Cesar with a thinly veiled expression—her eyes narrowing just slightly every time she saw you and Cesar exchanging playful banter.

Cesar caught your eye, grinning as he called out to you, “Yo, you gon’ join us or just sit there all day, looking pretty?”

You laughed, sitting up slightly and pulling your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to look at him. “I don’t know, C. Think you can handle me in the pool?” you teased back, your tone light and playful. You’d known Cesar almost as long as you’d known Oscar, and the two of you had always had this easygoing, sibling-like vibe—though Monse clearly didn’t see it that way.

Oscar, sitting next to you with his usual unreadable expression, gave a small chuckle. He wasn’t the jealous type, not with Cesar, at least. He knew his little brother meant no harm and that the bond between the two of you was innocent. Still, you could feel Monse’s eyes on you, her posture stiffening as you spoke to Cesar.

Monse, never one to hide her feelings for long, shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “You two are always so close,” she muttered, loud enough for you to hear, though she tried to mask it as an offhand comment.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing her way with a knowing smile. “Cesar’s like my little brother, Monse. You know that.”

Monse’s lips tightened, but she forced a smile. “Yeah, I know.”

Oscar leaned over, placing a hand on your thigh, his touch possessive yet subtle. He smirked, sensing the tension but not commenting on it. Instead, he tilted his head toward the water. “Go on, babe. Show ‘em how it’s done.”

You shot him a playful look, rising from your chair and sauntering toward the pool. As you did, you could feel eyes on you—specifically, two pairs that weren’t as subtle as Monse’s. Ruby and Jamal, who had been engaged in their usual bickering, suddenly stopped when you walked past, their conversation faltering as their jaws dropped just a little.

Jamal, his wide eyes barely hidden behind his sunglasses, nudged Ruby hard. “Yo, bro, are you seeing this?”

Ruby, caught mid-sentence, just nodded slowly, his gaze following you as if in a trance. “Yeah, man… I’m seeing it.”

You bit back a smile, pretending not to notice them staring as you reached the pool’s edge and dipped your toes in. The water was cool, a welcome contrast to the heat. Cesar smirked up at you, mischief in his eyes. “You sure you can swim, or am I gon’ have to save you?”

Before you could answer, Cesar grabbed your hand and yanked you into the pool, causing a huge splash. You came up laughing, water dripping from your hair as you playfully shoved him back. “Oh, you’re so gonna pay for that!”

The splash had been enough to snap Ruby and Jamal out of their daze. Ruby leaned over to Jamal, his voice low but not low enough. “Man, if Spooky wasn’t in the picture…”

Jamal, still staring, added, “No kidding, bro. She’s like… wow.”

Monse, clearly overhearing their conversation, rolled her eyes. “You two are pathetic,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked away.

Oscar, who had been watching all of this from his seat, finally stood up, stretching his arms before making his way to the pool’s edge. He took off his sunglasses, his eyes following you in the water as you laughed with Cesar. With a quick glance toward Ruby and Jamal, who immediately snapped their heads in the opposite direction, Oscar raised an eyebrow. “You guys got something to say?”

Ruby held his hands up in surrender, a sheepish grin on his face. “Nah, Spooky, we’re cool. Just, you know, admiring.”

Jamal nodded eagerly. “Yeah, just admiring.”

Oscar smirked, not missing the way they were both still staring at you. “Better keep it that way,” he said coolly, his tone half-joking but with enough edge to remind them exactly who you were with.

Meanwhile, in the pool, Cesar gave you a knowing look, clearly aware of the situation but trying not to laugh too hard. “You’ve got them all wrapped around your finger, huh?”

You shrugged, splashing water in his direction. “Not my fault. I’m just here to enjoy the day.”

Monse’s patience finally snapped, her voice cutting through the lighthearted mood. “Cesar, you mind helping me with something over here?” she asked, her tone sharper than usual.

Cesar blinked, confused but obliging. “Uh, yeah. Sure, Monse.”

As he got out of the pool to follow her, you couldn’t help but notice the way Monse’s glare lingered on you for a moment before she turned to Cesar. You sighed, shaking your head slightly. It wasn’t your fault that you and César got along so well, but you knew how Monse felt about it.

Oscar, noticing the shift in the vibe, walked over to where you were still floating near the edge of the pool. He crouched down, giving you a rare, affectionate smile. “You good, baby?” His voice was low, just for you.

You smiled back, reaching up to lightly brush your fingers along his arm. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He smirked, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering just long enough to make you feel like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you. “Come on, let’s get outta here. These fools can keep staring all they want.”

You laughed softly, knowing he wasn’t wrong. With one last splash of water in César’s direction—just for good measure—you let Oscar pull you out of the pool, his hand warm and steady as he helped you onto solid ground.

Ruby and Jamal, still stealing glances, exchanged another look as you and Oscar walked past them. “Bro,” Ruby whispered, “how does he do it?”

Jamal shook his head, still in awe. “I don’t know, man. Spooky’s got the game on lock.”

Oscar glanced over his shoulder, giving them both a pointed look. “Is something the matter?”

Both Ruby and Jamal shook their heads quickly, stammering in unison, “Nope, all good, Spooky!”

Oscar laughed, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer. “That’s what I thought.”

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You looked down at your hands, embarrassed by how unsteady they were.

“I don’t know.”

Oscar didn’t answer right away. He just watched you for a second, his expression unreadable in the dim light, before walking over and sitting beside you on the curb. He left enough space between you that you didn’t feel trapped, but close enough that you could feel the warmth of him through the night air. Neither of you spoke for a moment. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was the kind that settled around you like a blanket, quiet and heavy and strangely safe.

He took one last drag from his cigarette, then crushed it beneath his boot.

“You cry a lot?”

The question made your throat tighten. You let out a small, broken laugh through your tears and shook your head.

“…Not where people can see.”

Oscar glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“So why let me?”

You shrugged, staring at the pavement.

“I didn’t know you were here.”

“Mhm.”

Another silence stretched between you. You leaned back on your hands, looking out at the street for a second before turning toward him again.

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

“I’m fine.”

“Nah.”

“I am,Oscar.”

“Liar.”

That made something in your chest ache, because he said it so simply, so matter-of-factly, like he already knew you better than you knew how to hide yourself.

He smiled sadly and looked away.

“You always know.”

“I usually do.”

Your fingers started picking at the sleeve of your hoodie, tugging at the loose thread near your wrist until it nearly unraveled. You didn’t know why you were still sitting there. Didn’t know why you hadn’t gotten up and walked away the second he found you. Maybe because Oscar had a way of making silence feel less lonely. Maybe because you were too tired to keep pretending.

“I got into an argument..”

“With who?”

“…My dad.”

Oscar’s expression changed, just barely. It was small enough that someone else might’ve missed it, but you saw it. The way his jaw tightened. The way his eyes sharpened for a second before settling again.

“He called?”

You nodded.

“He always calls when he needs something.”

Your voice came out flat, almost numb, like you’d said the words so many times they’d lost their shape.

“Money. A ride. Someone to blame.”

Oscar stayed quiet, listening without interrupting, without trying to fill the space with anything fake or easy.

“He doesn’t call to ask how I am.”

A bitter laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it.

“I don’t think he’s ever asked.”

The words hung there between you, heavy and ugly and true.

“I spent my whole life trying to make him proud..”

Your throat tightened. You swallowed hard, but it didn’t help.

“I got good grades. I stayed out of trouble. I did everything he wanted.”

Your lip trembled, and you hated that Oscar could probably see it.

“And somehow…”

Your voice cracked.

“…I was never enough.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and you wiped it away quickly, almost angrily, like you were mad at your own face for betraying you.

“…Sorry.”

Oscar turned fully toward you then, his brows drawing together.

“You apologizing for crying?”

You gave a small shrug, staring hard at the ground.

“It’s annoying.”

“Says who?”

You laughed once, but it sounded hollow even to you.

“My dad.”

Oscar’s jaw clenched.

“He used to tell me crying was for weak people.”

The words came out quieter this time, like saying them too loudly might make them hurt more.

“He’d say I was too sensitive.”

Another tear fell, and this time you didn’t bother wiping it away right away.

“So eventually…”

You let out a shaky breath, almost a laugh, except there was nothing funny in it.

“I just stopped talking.”

Oscar looked straight ahead, his face turned toward the street, but you could tell he was listening to every word.

“When I was little…”

You swallowed again, your chest feeling tight and raw.

“…I used to wait by the window whenever he said he’d visit.”

Your breathing turned uneven, and you hated how much your voice was shaking now, hated how easy it was for all of this to spill out once it started.

“I’d sit there for hours.”

You stared at the pavement like it might give you something back if you looked long enough.

“…Sometimes he’d never come.”

The night air felt colder all of a sudden.

“After a while…”

You blinked hard, but it didn’t stop the tears.

“I stopped waiting.”

The silence that followed was different from the one before. Heavier. Sadder. It sat between you like something sacred and broken, something neither of you wanted to touch too quickly.

Oscar finally turned toward you.

“My old man wasn’t much different.”

You looked up at him then, really looked at him, and for the first time that night you saw something in his face that made your chest tighten all over again. Not pity. Not judgment. Just recognition.

“He taught me a lot.”

A humorless smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.

“Mostly what not to become.”

His eyes searched your face, trying to understand how someone could sound so calm while saying something that hurt so much.

“You?”

You nodded once.

“So…”

You looked down at your hands, turning them over slowly like you were thinking about every scar and every mistake they’d ever held.

“I get it.”

That was all you said.

No speech. No fake comfort. No empty promise that everything would be okay if you just tried harder or smiled more or stopped thinking about it. Just those two words, quiet and steady and real.

I get it.

Something inside you broke then, but not in the sharp, painful way you expected. It was more like a dam finally giving out after holding back too much for too long. Your chest ached, your throat burned, and fresh tears rolled down your cheeks before you could stop them.

“I’m tired,Spooky...”

Your voice was barely there, thin and worn down from holding everything in for so long.

“So damn tired.”

He didn’t hesitate. He opened one arm, not demanding anything, not pushing, just offering. Like he knew exactly how fragile this moment was and didn’t want to scare it away.

“You ain’t gotta ask.”

You hesitated for only a second before moving closer. The second your forehead rested against his shoulder, something in you finally gave way completely. You started crying for real then, the kind of crying that made your chest ache and your whole body shake, the kind you’d spent years swallowing down because nobody ever seemed to have room for it.

Oscar didn’t tell you to stop.

Didn’t tell you to calm down.

Didn’t tell you it wasn’t that bad.

His hand settled gently against your back, steady and warm, moving in slow circles like he was trying to remind your body how to breathe again.

“I’m here,” he murmured.

“You hear me?”

You nodded against him, unable to trust your voice yet.

“No.”

His tone stayed soft, patient.

“I need words.”

“…I hear you.”

“There you go.”

He rested his cheek lightly against the top of your head, and the gesture was so quiet, so careful, that it made your throat tighten all over again.

“You ain’t that little kid waiting by the window anymore.”

Your breathing hitched.

“And you ain’t gotta earn somebody’s love.”

That did it.

That was the thing that shattered what little composure you had left. Because nobody had ever said that to you before. Nobody had ever made it sound like love wasn’t something you had to bleed for.

You cried harder, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt like it was the only solid thing left in the world. Oscar simply held you a little closer, his hand still moving slowly against your back, his presence quiet and unshakable beside you.

“You deserved better,” he whispered.

The words landed deep, somewhere you didn’t know was still open.

Good thing you are nice enough to make a Popsicles and snacks for everyone outside since they nag oscar to hang out and fix Oscar's car.

"God why is it so hot outside, I think I'm about to evaporate." Jamal squealed as he roughly swing the fan around, "Boy if you don't shut your mouth I wi-" Oscar was cutted off when you slam the door with you foot as you carry a tray of foods with both of your hands.

"Oh cesar you didn't told me you will be having your friends over." You said luckily you have more popsicles inside as you didn't include Jamal and the others on the list, "I didn't even know, they just passed by." Cesar stated receiving a smack from monse.

"Who's that?? She's so hot.." Jamal whispered as he scooted over to cesar as he eye you up and down, "I know right." Ruby popped out out of nowhere they arrived with him here but they just forgot him.

"If I were you I will not even say that." Cesar said as he catch a glimpse of his brother giving a side eye on Jamal and Ruby. He for sure knew what they said.

"Monse, Jasmine, dear I'm so happy you guys are here." you happily squealed as you walk near cesar to do a beso with monse and jasmine. Monse is like a little sister for you, you are the first person she run to everytime she has this girl problems, same goes jasmine. You are just old to be their sister, a sister that will have a girls night with them.

As for jamal and ruby they were quietly waiting for you to approach them and also do a beso on them but instead you just shook their hands, even though they are still grateful.

"Good thing i made more popsicles, wait.." As you started walking again inside as the two horny boys watch you walk with agape mouth, looking at your clothing which really fit your body. It will for sure make every man's hungry eyes full.

"Oy cesar, what this little friends of your staring for." Oscar said standing up from sitting on the small chair he own to use everytime he fix his wheels. "What who's staring, hey monse stop staring it's bad." jamal said nervously slapping over monse's arms earning a slap back from her.

"Been telling them that." cesar just shrugged walking to get a popsicle since heat have been bothering him since this morning, "You little putas better stop eye fucking my girl before i pull them out." oscar threatened as he started washing his hands so he can eat.

"Stop acting like a bitch in heat now oscar." You scolded as you handed out the popsicles on everyone, "Come on ma I'm just saying." oscar sighed in defeat.

Cesar still can't believe on how you can scold over oscar, he knows scolding on him is not a thing he would even tolerate. But look at you, you just make everything so peaceful by shutting oscar up.

"Here baby sit infront of the fan, it's been really smoking hot lately." Oscar offered quickly as he plugged the electric fan that jamal didn't even know it's there until oscar plugged it, "Thank you darling." You thanked as you touch his bicep after sitting on the chair.

"God she sound so hot, i wish she would call me that." ruby murmured as they sat comfortably infront of them watching oscar reach for a chair from God knows where and sat beside you.

"I swear this kids better stop looking at your boobs" oscar murmured as he stared back at jamal and ruby who was to focused on you, to shut oscar up from saying something about violent stuff you started feeding him with fries you made because you were craving.

"You made this? It's really good." jasmine asked as she almost choked from swallowing it all the way without even chewing it, good thing monse has a heavy hands to slap Jasmine's back.

"Yes i did, thank you.." You said it made you a bit shy but you love it when someone praises your cooking skills, "Do you want a drink monse? I heard the temperature will get higher later, you need to be hydrated." Cesar asked as he placed a hand on monse's shoulder.

"Yes please." Monse said as cesar quickly stood up to get a drink on the kitchen, "Get my queen some too" oscar commanded as you smack his face.

"You're being too cringe you know."

"Come on, i cannot care for my girl now?"

"Do you want me to tie your hair up?" Oscar asked again but this time more sincere than his sarcadm earlier, "Yes please baby, thank you." You said as your back faced oscar to tie your hair up.

It took a long time for oscar to learn on how to tie your hair so everytime it's getting hot you wouldn't even need to do an effort to tie your hair, plus oscar always carry two of your hair ties on his wrist just in case you forgot one.

After tying your hair up he kissed you shoulder like a light weight of feather which made both of you giggled like a high school teenagers as you face him, oscar used to be a not so affectionate significant others. But by the time being on a relationship with you he learned that it's very important to do, it's his favorite language of love.

He loves to touch you feel you in his hands, to hug you on a cold night, to hold you when you feel sad, to hold you and make you know that nothing can really change his love for you.

Another thing is he used his confidence to compliment you every second, to assure you, to tell you how much he loves you how much you meant to him.