#spookydiaz

Summary: Creating a new life from Freeridge may have been more of a nightmare than a blessing. After a life altering decision, what you gonna do when they come for you?

Word count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: this is a request from @tinnadh7 , hope you like. Sorry I’ve been away for so long between graduating and going to college everything has been stressing me out lol

Freeridge still looked the same as it did before you left. Shit, it even smelled the same too. Cigarettes, alchohol, and 15 years later, you were now back in town after your move to New York. Right after your high school graduation, you moved out of state to New York to pursue your dreams of becoming a detective. Watching crime shows like The First 48 and Cops (and singing very passionately to the theme song) only put that final nail in the coffin and cemented your decision to become a part of the police force. Now here you were sitting on your older sister’s couch, a glass of wine sat chilled in your hand and you were clad in a sweater and some sweats with your hair in a ponytail. She lived in Brentwood, maintaning the life you were struggling to build, on your end. Her huge house, quiet neighborhood, and peace were all some things you wanted to acquire at some point in your life. That point is just not now.

"What are you doing here?" Your sister asked. By the tone of her voice, you could tell she wasn't exactly the happiest to see you. After you left, you lost contact with everything and everyone that was involved with Freeridge, which didn’t really sit right with her. After all, family was everything.

“I need somewhere to stay…” You said. You silently hoped that she would let go the grudge she held against you for the last 15 years and not be petty enough to not accpet her sister into her home. You both were raised on ‘Family First’ and you had no idea whether she was going to go against all that you were raised on.

“I’m not going to stay here forever. I just- I just need somehwere to lay low for a few days. I’ll find an apartment. I did something bad and not I’m in some shit that I can’t really explain right now..” You said as your pleas began to fade. You so badly wnated to fill your sister in all of the stuff that happened in the time that you were gone but right now you had no idea what to do and you didn’t want to put her or her newborn in jeopardy.

“Aren’t you some cop or something. Do that stuff that you guys do and you’ll be fine.” She said, completely dismissing you.

“It’s not that simple. I know you don’t really like me right now but just, please, can I stay here? I won't be in your way. I just need a little bit of time to figure this shit out.” You teared up as your voice broke. You hated the unknown and you were really scared of the shit you were caught up in and you didn’t know if you were going to make it out alive.

Your sister took a deep breath. You could see her internal dialogue spread across her face as she tried to decipher whether she’ll let you in or not. After a hot second, she shook her head of her thoughts and looked at your distraught state.

“Yeah. Sure. But I swear if you bring this shit to my home-.” You cut her off.

“I’m not. Thank you.” You got up and hugged her. “Now..” you smirked at her. “Can I meet my nephew?”

She laughed at your question. “Yes you can.” You followered into his room and never seen or experienced anything so heartwarming. The way his little beady eyes gleamed at you and the way his tiny little hand wrapped around your finger just melted your heart completely. She then showed the extra room she had, where you’ll be staying you thanked her again, bringing her into a teary eyed hug.

~

You woke up at noon with a sweat. The events that led you to your current state plagued your mind and your dreams as you slept and only left you a wet mess, breathing heavily in anxiety. You threw the covers off of your sticky body and trekked youself towards the bathroom and noticed your sister set you up with a fresh set of clothes throughout the night. Silently thanking her, you made a mental note to get a job and save up enough money to get you a whole new wardrobe, seeing as you literally had to get up and go and you were going to be in Freeridge for a while. Once you finished showering, you threw on the fresh set of clothes. In the middle of doing your hair, your stomach made the iconic sound that everybody loves and knows to be a whale call, indicating that you have eaten in the last 36 hours. Between spending money for transportion and paying for food at any diner that was closest to you, you were flat out broke. You began to walk down the spiral staircase, taking note of the white marble and planning to put it in your “future house items’ list. Only hearing the sound of your footsteps as you drew closer to the fridge, it was only right that you assumed you were the only person awake right now, not knowing that your sister’s husband had to get up this early too. Only difference was… he had a job. Rummaging through the fridge with a piece of toast after what seemed like two minutes, at least to you, you were startled by a deep voice.

“Excuse me? Who are you?” He said. You moved your eyes quckly side to side, trying to conjure up a response good enough to not make you look stupid.

“Uh, who are you?” You said, straightening up from being bent over in half, with a gallon of orange juice in your hand.

“I...” he said as he took a few steps closer, “...am Melissa’s husband. Now again who-”. He got cut off by the deadpan tone of your sister’s voice.

“Sean, who are you trying to intimidate now- oh.” Your sister’s words get cut off as her eyes land upon the situation she was absolutely dreading between her sister and her husband. She thought she would be able to put it off and hide her sister long enough to come up with a reasonable explanation to explain to her husband as to why there’s an extra person in this house.

“Yeah. Oh. Who is this?”

“This is my sister.” She said, taking long strides to stand next to you.

“Sister? You never told me you had a sister.” You stood there very awkwardly looking between your sister and her husband. Melissa started fiddling with her fingers and you saw the gears start rotating in her brain. So, calling onto your sisterly duties, you decided to relieve your sister of the stress and explain the long story yourself. After a lengthy 5 minutes, a dark grey cloud of silence loomed over everyone. For a second, you saw a look of pure rage engross her husband’s face but maybe it was your paranoia. Your sister and her husband looked at you, eyes wide in disbelief but you didn’t stay long as you turned and and made your way out of the door. You needed some fresh air anyways. Your legs took you farther and farther away from the house as you made your way towards somewhere that wasn’t the cringey feeling that encapsulated your sister’s home.

Great apprehension crept up in your body as you grew closer and closer to a home you’d never thought you’d see again. The memories you made with the Diaz residence when you were younger flooded your mind. The sexual thoughts you held sacred in your mind about Oscar had gotten interrupted by Oscar’s tall frame standing in front of you. During the time that you were friends, you developed a bit of a crush that only you knew of. It was imperative that you, in the name of the wellbeing of your family, would never get romantically involved with Oscar. With him being this infamous gang leader, it would just end very badly for every loved one in your life. As much as you saw through his machismo exterior and saw him as the loyal, caring, protective man, all of that had to be thrown out of the window as you stood in the present.

“What are you doing back over here?” He nodded. Not being the shy, little high schooler you once were, you sized him up, matching his intimidation. But don’t get yourself wrong, the rapid beating of your heart and the throbbing in your core was almost enough to have you start seeing wedding bells.

“You know, I REALLY don’t think that is any of your business. Bold of you to question me, isn’t it? Got a problem?” Your cop instincts kicked in as you and Oscar stood with your eyes locked with each other. His eyes faltered for a bit in defeat then darkened with what you assumed to be lust. It was then that he didn’t respond but let off but a smirk, small enough for you to see, as he walked away. Shaking your head of your thoughts, you noticed Cesar and the rest of the Santos burning holes in the side of your head. Offering a quick smile and a wave to Cesar, your face dropped as you mindlessly wandered, again, around the streets of Freeridge.

~

Day turned into night as you made your way back “home”. As you opened the door, the scene that laid out in front of you. There were broken items everywhere. The table, the vase that sat on top of the island in the kitchen, basically anything that can be within arms reach. Then, your eyes jolted to your sobbing sister on the floor, surrounded with the shambles of the house that once was.

“Melissa. What the hell?”

Her head shot up in shock and the mascara-laced tears that so deplorably ran down her face left you in utter shock. You immediately ran to kneel beside her and took the bottle from her hands. You proceeded to ask her what happened during the time that you got some air. As she told you what transpired, everything in the room started to turn red. Anger quickly simmered inside you like some meat in a pressure cooker as the maroon-colored richness that only resembled blood made it’s way into your pupils. Never in a million years would you have believed that life would put you in a situation where your sister is in some deep shit and you would be there by her side. But this was the card that you were dealt. You didn’t have much info on what was going on but you definitely knew you and your sister had to get out ASAP. Something told you that something, or someone rather, is bad. Thoughts on the many ways you were going to kill your sister's husband flooded your mind as you helped your sister up. You told her to wait outside for you while you went to go get her baby to make sure he was safe.

"Yes, baby, it's okay. Shh." You cooed. Your nephew was starting to awake from his sleep and you knew it was a matter of time before he would begin to cry. You grabbed as much stuff as you could--the essentials--and made your way to join your sister outside. The cool night air hit y’all as you came to a dreadful realization.

"Shit."

"What?" Your sister asked.

“We have nowhere to go.” You replied, swaddling the baby on your chest. You racked your brain trying to figure out who the hell in Freeridge was going to accept two random adults and a baby at this time of night. You couldn’t exactly go to certain parts of town because of the Prophets and 19th street. They would chew you up and spit you guys out, just loving the fact that you guys are in a vulnerable position. Your options were limited but they all pointed to the safest one. Oscar.

“Fuck.” You groaned.

“What?”

“We gotta go to Oscar’s.”

“Oscar. No. We are absolutely not going to that bastard’s house.” You sister said as she crossed her arms in retaliation.

“Well do you have a better idea. Because quite frankly, we don’t have anywhere to go and Oscar is our safest option right now. We also have to get a move on before Mr. Incredible Hulk comes back.”

“Fine. Alright. Let’s go.” Your sister huffed. When you arrived at Oscar's place, you knocked on the door until you couldn’t anymore.

“Yo are you crazy?” Oscar said as he threw open the door in frustration. But I mean, could you blame him? You and your sister showed up at an ungodly hour with a fussy baby in your arms and let’s not even get started with the way he was dressed which honestly made you feel some type of way. The way his tank top sat on his body and the shorts sat oh so perfectly on his hips sent a blissful sensation to parts down below.

“We need somewhere to stay for the night.” Your sister spoke.

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Oscar can you not be a dick for 2 seconds and let us in.” Melissa said, obviously irritated.

“Melissa,” you started. “Oscar can we just spend the night, please. There’s a lot that has to be explained but there’s nowhere else in town for us to stay. Please.” You were pleading with Oscar at this point.

“What’s in it for me?” He smirked at the suggestive tone of his voice.

“Oscar, now is not the time. Are you going to let us in or not?” The longer you stood there, you yourself also began to grow frustrated.

It took him a minute to make a decision as he went silent. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching or lurking in the shadows and mumbled a silent “come in.”

You set foot in the house and all of the air left your lungs. Memories of you and Oscar began to drown your thoughts, again. The laughs. The movie sessions. The food. The study sessions that led to him giving up because he was lazy. Everything. You put your nephew down in Cesar’s room to go back to sleep and made sure your sister was okay before making your way back out into the living room. Oscar sat there with a mug, casually sipping whatever liquid was in it. You let out a large breath of relief as you finally got to sit down and relax after the day you’ve had.

“Long day?” His deep voice grumbled.

“Major understatement.”

Soon after, you felt a presence beside you and a dip in the sofa letting you know that Oscar is now sitting on the couch with you. With the interaction you encountered today with your sister’s husband, a little inkling told you something was up. Although you had just met him, you would have never began to think that he would manhandle your sister like she’s same ragdoll and honestly, the reality that it became had the anger inside you boil over. On the other hand, reality also hit that you didn’t have your job or your badge had been confiscated so there’s really nothing much you two can do but run and never look back. In deep thought about your next steps, you feel a hand on your shoulders and it starts to rub the day’s tension away.

“You’re tense.” His deep voice boomed.

“Yeah, well can you blame me?”

“What’s wrong?”

The room becomes quiet as you try and decide whether you want to tell Oscar everything that has happened in the past 15 years.

“Everything I know is gone…” You whispered.

“What?” Oscar replies.

“I thought escaping from Freeridge and trying to create a whole new life was gonna fucking help but it’s obviously not.” You said, beginning to tear up.

“What are you talking about?”

“Goddamnit, Oscar there’s people coming, “you said with a warning tone. “I fucked up. I did some shit that I can’t take back and now-“

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Oscar Diaz (OnMyBlock)

Summary: You convince Oscar to celebrate Halloween with you, which may end up with you being punished for your cheeky ways. 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: slight smut and when I say slight, I mean slight. 

(credit to @merakiaes for the gif ❤)

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“Bebita..no, I’m not going..” Oscar groaned. 

It was a rather chilly night before Halloween in Freeridge. You and Oscar were snuggled up with a blanket and a movie at his place. For the past half hour, you were trying to convince him to come with you to an event the city was holding for Halloween and he was absolutely refusing to go. For the most part, everyone on the block had put up decorations in spirit and it was only right that you did the same. Traditionally, when you were younger, your mom would always take you Trick-or-Treating, with the feeling that that sort of celebration would be the safest route to go, especially with mama bear at your side at all times. Anything else would’ve been disastrous and unsafe, according to your mother. But now that you were a little bit older with a little bit of freedom, you went ahead and decided to book some tickets for a Halloween themed event going on in town. For as long as you’ve known Oscar, which was a good 7 years, you have never pegged him as the type to not like scary stuff, at least to your knowledge. You didn’t really feel like staying inside, especially with your excitement with all of the ghosts and goblins roaming the streets late at night and now at this point, it was just a matter of convincing Oscar to come with you to enjoy the night together. 

“Oscar please…” Your hand rose to intertwine with that of his that was draped over your shoulder as your back laid against his chest. Knowing that whining and dragging out your words wasn’t going to convince him, you decided to tap into the protective side of him. 

“It’s going to be cold and dark. Besides, who else is gonna be there to protect me from all the scary stuff?” You peered up at him to be met with his eyes already on you, his protectiveness and jealousy darkening his pupils. He let out a breath and mumbled out a low “fine.” 

“But you owe me..” He said. There was a serious yet lustful tone with his voice. You lifted the covers over your head and lowered myself down to where the bulge was starting to grow in his pants. 

"How about this?" You whispered as you freed his member from the restraints of his sweats and ran your tongue gue along the veiny underside of his member. “Is this okay?” You continued. 

“Yeah..” He sighed and threw his head back in content. For the rest of the time, he picked you up and took you into his bedroom where you went on to ‘make it up’ to him in the best ways you knew you could. 

~

Hours had gone by and you couldn’t be anymore excited. In fact, excited was an understatement and only downplayed the pure joy you felt for the day. Today was Halloween and you felt like a kid in a candy store. Halloween during the day was okay but the real stuff you came to love only happened at night. You were ecstatic to see everyone dressed up and practically begging people for candy. Excited to see decorations up and music blaring from the parties everywhere you went. Halloween was fun for you but, if anything, the one thing you were most excited to experience was the event being held tonight. You weren’t one to dress up for Halloween, especially after the over-the-top costumes your mom used to put you into, but still felt the emotions behind it nonetheless. After you put on the finishing touches on your outfit for the night, you found Oscar on the side of your bed sulking over the fact that he has to come with you to the annual event. Unbeknownst to you, Oscar was really scared of anything paranormal. Mortified, really. But he couldn’t tell you that. He was ‘Spooky’, leader of The Santos. Everyone feared him.  He had to uphold his ‘Santo’ exterior and anything related to him being scared or afraid in the slightest served as a liability to his facade, just like this event you were so damn intent on attending. 

You sat beside him on the bed and gently rested your hand on his shoulder and asked “You okay?”

“Yeah.." He trailed off. Something was off. You couldn't really pinpoint the exact cause of his quietness but a little inkling was telling you that his delay was because of what you guys were about to experience in a few minutes. You bit your lip and looked up at the ceiling to prevent yourself from laughing, hoping that whatever your gut was telling you proved to be wrong. The big, bad Spooky can not be afraid of a ghost or two. 

“Baby…” You started. “Are you scared?” 

He whipped his head to look at you and raised an eyebrow. “Me? Scared? Nah..” 

Not believing him and trusting the little inkling, you decided to put his words to the true test. “Alright well, c’mon. Let’s hop in the car. I don’t want to be late.” 

“Huh?” He said, letting his fear take over and drain the color from his face. 

“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear me. Get in the car.” You demanded. You sported a smirk on your face as you walked to his bright, cherry red Impala and sat in the passenger seat. Starting to get goosebumps that indicated you were cold, you grabbed your sweater that you threw in the back seat one day and totally forgot to get it back out afterwards. Not too long, Oscar let out a deep breath as he sat down in the driver’s seat. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah babe I’m good.” He grumbled. Oscar started the car and drove as he put his hand on your thigh, squeezing occasionally. As the time went by, you felt yourself starting to grow more excited in anticipation of the night to come the closer you guys got, if it even was possible to surpass your initial excitement from the day. When you both finally arrived, you were in awe. Everything you loved about Halloween, from the atmosphere down to the detail and dedication put into every person’s costume, was thriving right before your eyes. Both you and Oscar stepped out of the car and you immediately pulled him towards all of the stuff you wanted to accomplish before you guys left for the night. 

~

Your final stop was the Haunted House. This was the one thing you were waiting for as you explored the event with Oscar attached at your hip, complaining about wanting to go back to his place earlier than you would’ve liked. You stood in front of Oscar with his arms wrapped around you, practically jumping up and down while waiting in line. One by one, you saw people exiting with some of the most terrified expressions on their faces. Some even came out sobbing while being consoled by their loved ones, which only fueled your eagerness even more. But, Oscar’s tight grip on your waist tightened even further. Eventually, you looked up at him. 

“Oscar, you’re hurting me.” 

“Shit,” he loosened his arms around your waist while maintaining eye contact at the building in front of him. “I’m sorry mamita.” 

“Is my Oscar scared?” You laughed. The way Oscar was acting at this very moment basically confirmed any hunches that supernatural things weren’t his cup of tea. 

“No, your Oscar isn’t scared. He’s just...being alert. Besides, he doesn’t want to get a ghost.” Oscar mocked. 

“Alert, right… you know Oscar it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay for your nickname to ‘Spooky’ but still be afraid of Casper the friendly ghost.” You turned and before Oscar was given a chance to give you a rebuttal, you heard the woman that was running the station yell out a ‘next’ and you held Oscar’s hand tightly and jogged your way inside. As you two began to make your way through each hallway, you felt a rush of adrenaline as one of the actors jumped out in your face with some of them opting to yell out expletives. Normally, in these kinds of scenarios, the female would be the one to hold on to their significant other in search of protection but instead, at least in your case, it was the complete opposite. The whole time, Oscar clung to you like a wet sock. You almost had to stop him a couple of times from punching a few of them in face and catching a lawsuit. As someone who's a gang leader with two strikes against them already, that wasn’t going to serve him well. 

With you guys now finally out of the haunted house, you were just getting done catching your breath from laughing and a very tired Oscar sat down in a table that was set in front of you. With his head laid tiredly in his hands, you got the bright idea to spook him, just a little bit before you guys headed home. So, at a moment you felt where he was completely indulged into taking his break, you slowly crept up behind him and put your mouth to his ear. 

“Boo.” You whispered. 

“Fuck!” Oscar yelled. Noticing his hand rapidly coming up to swat away whatever was giving him a fright, you backed away and held your stomach with tears coming out of your eyes in gut wrenching laughter. 

Feeling the embarrassment from onlookers, he simply said “That shit’s not funny. Let’s go.” He put some force into grabbing your arm and dragging you to the car, being careful not to hurt you too much but still wanting you to feel his embarrassment through his strength. He was a grown ass man and he did not need his lady compromising that by scaring him in front of a bunch of strangers. Once you both got in the car, he turned and gave you a stern look. All the words he wanted to say but didn’t were evident by the dark look in his eyes. You, putting your head down to prevent further laughter, let out a small “sorry.” You had also let him know that it was just an innocent prank.