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warnings: very brief sexual assault (groping), nothing graphic or intense but it is mentioned and dealt with so please this is your tw do not read if this is something you are not comfortable reading about
requested: ‘Can I request an idea about Oscar Diaz being attracted to Cesars friend but she’s not interested in his flirting. Like she’s more trouble then him. He sees she sneaking out, causing trouble, drinking e.g. maybe he catches her slipping, like she’s just really quite - maybe sees drugs in her bag or something, sees bruises, sees she’s not around as often so he becomes all protective and worried. 🤚🏻❤️’
plot: you’re a mess and oscar is just trying to help
a/n: this is so long jesus christ, but when i started writing this i couldn’t stop lol thank you for the request i switched it up a little bit but i loved writing this!
“d'you think you should slow down?” monse’s touch pulled you out of the daze you hadn’t realised you’d been in. your eyelids heavy, dragging your gaze over to where she stood next to you, hand on your shoulder. her head tilted, eyebrows furrowed as she watched your vacant expression change into something she didn’t recognise. “i don’t know what’s going on with you lately– but if you would just–”
“i’m fine, monse,” you cracked a smile, your eyes rolling. she could be so uptight sometimes, it was a real drag. “lighten up, seriously,” you shrugged off her hand, stumbling over your feet a bit trying to remove yourself from her company as quickly as possible.
you hadn’t been yourself for a while now, you knew this, so did your friends. you didn’t know how to pull yourself out it, and you didn’t want to try confiding in your friends. you pushed down the dull ache in your chest, hoping it just go away if you ignored it for long enough. it hadn’t worked so far, but getting drunk helped ease it just a bit.
monse was just trying to help, you knew that, but for some reason, whenever anybody tried to offer you a hand, you found your mind going blank and you shut down. you just had to focus on anything else, soon enough everything would fix itself.
you diverted, spotting cesar moving towards you from across the room. you turned around, heading in the opposite direction towards the kitchen to get yourself a refill, and hopefully not bump into any more of your friends for a while. you didn’t need any more nagging from them.
you picked yourself up another beer, cracking it open on the edge of the counter. the alcohol was kinda warm as it slipped down your throat, you cringed at the feeling but continued to gulp it down until it was empty.
you lifted your gaze, as you grabbed another beer from the pile, feeling his eyes watching you. you popped off the top of the bottle again, your eyes dropping to his lips, where he wore a poorly-disguised smile. you couldn’t deal with him, not right now, you didn’t have the energy.
you made to leave the room, only getting halfway before you felt his hands on your waist, halting you. you groaned, trying to pull away, only for him to laugh and grip tighter. “c'mon, girl, i ain’t seen you all night.”
“i wonder why,” you mumbled to yourself, turning to face him when you saw no other way of getting out. his hands slipped round your waist, bringing you closer. “what’s up?” you faked a smile, but you were tired, your eyes drooping again slightly and your head feeling foggier after that last beer.
“you’re my best customer an’ i ain’t see you all night, kid, that’s what’s up,” his hand moved further south of your waist, but you didn’t have it in you to push his hands away. you knew the reaction you’d get if you did. “what you after? eh? usual?”
you humphed, taking a sip from the bottle in your hand before shaking your head. “i’m good, luis, still using up last weeks stash.”
this made him chuckle, his breath fanning your lips now he’d gotten closer to you. you gulped, your eyes shifting away from his face, feigning a look of amusement so not to antagonise him. “you’re slowing down, hyna. let me give you a lil’ somethin’ anyway,” his eyes were locked on you, never shifting, you were uncomfortable to say the least. “my treat, hm?”
you remained still, one of his hands moving around before dropping something into the neck of your bottle. your head was groggier than ever, last thing you needed was anything that luis was giving out for free. you didn’t know how to say no, you didn’t want to lose your supplier. not many people dared to involve themselves with you, it took you a while to find luis, and you only had him because he was too stupid and sleazy to turn you down when you came looking. most people knew that you were involved with the diaz family, best friends with the youngest, and the eldest brother was known to scare off anyone who came sniffing around you. you’d known them both for most of your life, you’d been kept safe just by association. but now you were older, it was more of a burden than anything else.
“i don’t kno–”
“don’t be such a pussy,” he spat the words at you. you gritted your teeth, you were stationary in fear of what would happen if you pulled away now he was right in your space. he quirked an eyebrow at you, willing you to gulp down the drink like you did the last one. you shook your head faintly, placing the bottle down on the counter behind him. he scoffed a little, his tongue running over his lips. you made to pull back from him but felt his hands grab your ass as you did.
“’fucks sake luis, give it a rest—” you couldn’t stop the words from spilling out your mouth before they did. you shoved your hands against his chest, pushing him away from you harshly. your head was spinning a bit now, you frowned. you could hear him going off on you but you couldn’t focus on what he was saying. you moved a hand to your head, applying pressure to your temple where you head was thumping. now felt like a good time to try and make your exit.
“'the fuck is going on in here? eh?” your eyes moved to the doorframe, your frown deepening from the interruption. it was oscar. of course it was. of course he had to be the one to find you when you were spiralling.
“none of y'business, spooky,” luis took the wrong tone, you knew he was asking to get his ass beat if he carried on like that. oscar made to move towards luis but you stepped forwards, blocking his path. you placed your hand onto luis’ chest, pushing him backwards to the doorway.
“just go, i’ll text you,” you muttered, trying desperately to get him out of the room before oscar could interrogate him. you didn’t need him finding out about your business with luis, he would blow things way out of proportion. “luis, leave.”
he eyed up oscar for a second before turning back to you, clearly he’d realised that if he stood around much longer he would have to deal with oscar and his temper, and any sane person would avoid that at all costs.
he let out a humph, eyes raking you up and down. “pull that shit again and you find a new dealer,” you gritted your teeth, scrunching your nose up a little, you were in trouble now. “fuckin’ putas,” he muttered under his breath before turning and leaving you alone with oscar.
“new dealer, huh?” you could hear the anger and judgement in his tone of voice before you could turn around and examine his expression. you really weren’t in the right headspace to be having it out with oscar right now, but you also knew he wouldn’t drop it. not after everything he just saw. when you did eventually turn to face him, his eyebrows were furrowed, his jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists. “'the fuck did i just walk in on, y/n?” he repeated, his eyes narrowing at you.
your head was throbbing still, you leaned on the kitchen counter to steady yourself, the uneasy feeling in your stomach was growing and you didn’t want to hang around here anymore. you shook your head, you couldn’t stand here and listen to him lecture you right now. you needed to go home.
“oscar, can you not–”
he wasn’t listening, his rage was blinding him. he edged closer to you. “are you stupid or stupid?” his eyes shifted for a split second to where your hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white. his stare softened slightly. “d'you take something? what’d he give you?”
you shook your head again, your eyelids drooping the longer you held yourself up. you needed to leave this party, you’d had enough. “i just need to lie down–”
“did he touch you?” his breathing was heavy, his eyes moving back up to your face. your eyes were locked on his, rolling slightly the longer you forced them open. you didn’t feel like answering him, you didn’t think he’d be too happy with your answer. you gulped. he frowned. “i’m gonna' murder that guy–”
“oscar,” your voice came out as almost a whimper, catching his attention, the crease between your brows deepening. “i know being brooding and violent is your thing but can you give it a rest for now?” you sighed, moving one hand to your hair where you ran your fingers through it. you moved closer to him, gripping his forearm. “i’m tired. i’ve not been sleeping, and i’ve had too much to drink– and– and i can’t keep up with whatever’s going on inside your head,” your grip loosened on his arm, your hand slipping down to his palm where your fingers grazed his skin. “so, please, d'you think you could give me a break, just this once?”
he eyed you for a second, watching you sway back and forth slightly, holding onto him to keep yourself up. you looked exhausted now he was paying his full attention to you. he let out a deep sigh through his nostrils, his lips pursing. “fine, just this once. but i’m taking you home myself, no arguments–” he lifted a finger, hushing you when you opened your mouth to protest. “and giving you a break is conditional on you telling me everything that’s going on with you…” he paused, eyes darting between yours before adding, “when you’re ready.”
“you can’t just–”
“i can,” he held your stare for a moment before gripping your hand tight, tugging you gently towards the door. “c'mon, y/n,” you let him guide you out of the loud party, loosely following behind him as he held your hand to keep you from wandering off. you swore he still saw you as just a kid. he’d always treated you like he did cesar, like you were his responsibility, but you weren’t.
“so,” he spoke after a long, deafening silence while he drove you home. you were slumped in the passenger seat, your head slumping every couple of minutes when you started flagging. you thought about your bed and how you couldn’t wait to get out of these uncomfortable clothes and climb under your warm covers. you jolted upright when he spoke. “ you wanna tell me why y'not sleeping?”
you rolled your head to the side to look over at him, and he would sneak glances at you out the corner of his eye, trying to read your expression. you shook your head. “i don’t know.”
“you don’t know why you ain’t sleepin’ or you don’t know if you wanna’ tell me?” he quirked an eyebrow, glancing at you as he spoke. you pursed your lips and shrugged, you head rolling back and lying against the headrest.
“dunno’,” you stared at the roof of the car, letting out a heavy sigh you’d been holding in. you noticed him take a left towards your house, you quickly sat up, leaning across to touch his arm. “wait– can you– can i stay over tonight? i don’t want to go home to my mom like this.”
oscar eyed you a moment, his jaw twitching, your grip on his arm was tight and desperate. he didn’t know how to say no to you when you looked at him like that, with wide, pleading eyes. he just nodded, turning the car around and heading in the opposite direction, towards his house. “you know, you can talk to me about this shit, right?”
you huffed, your hand slipping from your hold on him and back to your side. you were growing tired of his unending questions. “can i?” you ran your fingers through your hair, leaning your arm against the back of the seat. “you overreact about everything, oscar. how am i supposed to talk to you about anything?”
his grip tightened on the steering wheel, desperately trying to pay attention to the road ahead and not let you get in his head like you always did. you had been his soft spot for as long as he could remember. he had always been protective over you, you had grown up together only a couple years apart, it was instinctive. he knew you inside and out, he knew more about you than he did almost anyone else. so, naturally, he just wanted you to be safe, and maybe, sometimes, he went a little crazy when he found anyone threatening that.
“yeah, well, that’s 'cause i care about you, hermosa,” the familiar pet name spoken softer than usual, your heart skipping a beat. you bit down on your bottom lip, pausing, letting yourself think for once before speaking. you had a bad habit or saying exactly what was on your mind as soon as it entered your head, and it often got you into trouble.
“there’s a fine line between caring about me, and treating me like a kid,” you mumbled, your eyes focusing ahead, trying not to look over into his. you didn’t want to see his expression. you wanted the go to bed and not talk about this night again. “'cause if you hadn’t noticed, i’m a grown ass woman now, and have been for a while.”
“oh, i noticed,” he muttered under his breath. you almost didn’t catch it over the hum of the engine, but you did. your chest tightened faintly. “d'you ever think if you stopped acting like a kid, i wouldn’t treat you like one?” he glanced at you out the corner of his eye, as he pulled up in front of his house. his arm rested on the steering wheel, his full attention now turning to where you sat avoiding his stare. you unbuckled your seatbelt, your eyebrows furrowed as you let out a scoff.
“what are you talking about? i’m very mature,” you stepped out of the vehicle, your hands tracing the frame of the car so that you could steadily meet oscar around the other side. you were still nursing a killer headache and a queazy stomach.
he rolled his eyes, you now standing in front of him, face to face, your tired eyes locked on his, challenging him. he gave you a look, his eyes were soft, his lips twitching into a small frown as you stood under him, your gaze hard and stern.
“mature, huh? then why’d i walk in on you arguing with your dealer, hm?” your expression remained stern, but he saw your eyes shift away from him, letting out a quiet humph. he knew he had taken it too far.
“'cause you’re nosey and can’t mind your own business?” you tried to joke about it but your voice quieter than before, reminded of the events that unfolded earlier.
oscar shook his head faintly. “i’m not stupid,” he matched your volume. he cleared his throat. “and neither are you, so what are you doing hanging around guys like luis, hm?” you bit down on the inside of your cheek, snivelling the longer you stood out in the cold. you shrugged.
“i don’t know.”
“oh, you don’t know?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, almost letting his temper get the best of him, until you snivelled again and he stopped himself. he let out a sigh, scrunching his face up for a second before speaking again. “none of what happened in that kitchen was your fault, ma. luis is an asshole.”
you shrugged. “i really wanna’ go to bed now.”
he nodded softly. he had to wait until you wanted to talk about everything, it wasn’t doing anyone any good, him trying to coax it out of you. he closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before grabbing your hand again. “c'mon then,” he mumbled, leading you up to the house.
neither of you spoke for a while, other than for oscar to offer you clothes of his to change into, and to insist you take the bed, while he would take the couch. you were curled up under the covers of his bed, in one of his shirts that almost swallowed you, your pounding head pressed against his soft pillow. you lay quietly for a while, letting yourself think over the events of the night. you hadn’t quite processed any of what had happened.
your train of thought was derailed when there was a soft knock on the door, followed by oscar’s head poking round to check on you. “all good?” he queried, entering his room and closing the door behind him, leaning up against it. you nodded, pushing yourself upright so you could pay him better attention. his eyes shifted down to where you sat in only his shirt, your hair pulled back out of your face and your face free of any makeup. he had to drag his eyes away after a while, though he loved seeing you like this. “just came to check on you– so if you’re good, then i’ll go.”
you hummed, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your chin atop of them. your eyes trained on him, your brain less foggy than earlier now that you were settled and gulped down plenty of water. “oscar,” you blurted, just as he was about to shut the door behind himself. his head poked round again, eyes focused on yours. “do you wanna’ sleep here tonight?”
“ma– i told you the couch ain’t that bad–”
“no– i mean, with me,” you bit down on the inside of your cheek, wide, nervous eyes looking up at him from across the room. oscar had to gulp down on the lump in his throat when you looked at him like that. your pursed your lips, lifting your head from your knees. “you don’t have to if it’s weird for you– i just–” you let out a shaky breath. “i don’t really wanna’ be by myself.”
he hesitated before closing the door behind himself again, edging over to his bed. “thanks,” you mumbled as if he was doing you a favour, as he climbed in next to you. you relaxed back into the bed, your head hitting the pillow again, oscar next to you now. “for everything.”
he shook his head, eyes trained on the ceiling above him, forcing himself not to look over at you. “s'ok,” he felt the bed move as you rolled onto your side, body facing him with your arm tucked under your pillow. “you 'on need to worry about luis, either,” your eyebrows furrowed delicately. “'had him handled.”
“an’ what does that mean?” you mumbled, your voice growing softer as you felt your body beginning to succumb to your tire. you let out a yawn, your words slurring together when you spoke. “d'you kill him for bothering me?”
he hummed, his voice was silky, and calming, it was sending you to sleep. “i wish,” he joked, or you hoped he was joking. “no,” he reassured softly. “but you won’t have to see him again.”
part of you wanted to be mad at him but you couldn’t be. you were glad he was there to look out for you this time. you felt sobered and content for the first time in a while, your body lying next to his, focusing on only the sound of his soft breathing.
your breathing grew heavier the longer you lay still. you shuffled yourself closer to him, needing some kind of physical contact so you could sleep soundly. you moved your head to his chest, your arm draping over his stomach. oscar shifted underneath you, his eyes moving from the ceiling to where you now lay pressed against him. your expression was soft and relaxed, your eyes closed but you weren’t quite asleep yet.
“s'ok?” you mumbled, your face squashed up against his chest as you spoke. oscar let out a soft smile, nodding, shifting his arm from under you so he could wrap it around your shoulders. he squeezed you closer, his lips pressing against the top of your head.
“yeah,” he mumbled into your hair, listening to your breathing growing heavier until you slipped into a slumber. he felt your body relax, completely trusting him in that moment, and possibly forever. he hummed softly, resting his head on top of yours as he felt his eyelids falling closed. “more than ok.”
no, i don’t have a “dream job.” i want to spend my days reading and writing and lazing in the afternoon sun. i want to bake bread and brownies and apple crumble. i want to grow my own vegetables and plant a rainbow of flowers. i want to be with nature. i want to be at peace.
now that george floyd’s murderer is behind bars, let’s help support the people who helped with the guilty verdict as well as george’s family. the fight is hardly over.
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gianna’s fund - george’s daughter who has now been left without a father.
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Well. I’m not a poet, I’m just a woman. And as a woman I have no way to make money, not enough to earn a living and support my family. Even if I had my own money, which I don’t, it would belong to my husband the minute we were married. If we had children they would belong to him not me. They would be his property. So don’t sit there and tell me that marriage isn’t an economic proposition, because it is. It may not be for you but it most certainly is for me.
Florence Pugh as Amy March in Little Women (2019), dir. Greta Gerwig