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daydreamabout · 9 months

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3:15 (Oscar Diaz Imagine)

Summary: You're in a situationship with Oscar, not sure if you want to be official. Inspired by 3:15 by Russ. All I ever tried to do was help you understand and grow Light the way for truths that if not for me simply wouldn't show 'Less you get somebody else who's on my level, but you know That there's no one on my level, you gon' realize if you don't I wish you would own up to your flaws And just say that you're wrong when you're wrong Instead of actin' like you're right, then it turns into a fight Now you're stormin' out my house in the middle of the night “What's on your mind?” Oscar interrupted your few kisses. You were currently all over him in your bedroom, as usually. You pecked his soft lips one more time and sighed “I don't think you should do it tomorrow.” you spoke softly. Your lover's dark eyes looked at you for a few seconds before he frowned “Don't start this shit again.” The anger about the same situation started to boil within you, so you got off of Oscar and laid on your back. “What is your problem?” you spat at him. The sudden tension in the room was obvious. He suddenly sat on the edge of your bed and gave you an intimidating look over his right. “I don't think we're close enough to have this kind of conversation!” “Wow.” You didn't know how else to react. He was obviously refering to the fact that you weren't sure how to label your 'thing'. You cared, a lot. But he was part of a gang and you cared too much about other people's opinions too. “I think you should go home. ”you let out bluntly without thinking. He turned his head away from you and let out a dry laugh “You know.... I fucking might!” and stormed off. ***

How come when I love somebody, part of me don't wanna stay? Every time I get too close, I just start pushing them away I know, I know Maybe I just wanna leave before they try to leave me first Maybe I don't wanna need 'em 'til they say they need me first I know, I know (yeah, yeah, yeah) Damned if I do, damned if I don't Drank Tequila, I can't drive home Hard to play cool, heart belongs to you I know that if I show that I keep my walls up, if you want me then you better start to climb WoMen who love me aren't rare WoMen who mean it hard to find Somethin' tells me that I'm right about you Please, don't prove me wrong They say love's a song for fools We're wise enough to sing along “Back off!” you raised your voice and pushed the guy to the side. You were frustraded, ended up at someone's houseparty, drank enough Tequila to not drive home by yourself, but not enough to forget about Os. The porch made an exceptable place to sit down for a bit and re-think your previous thoughts. You wanted him. All to yourself. So you took all your courage and dialed his number. Oscar picked up after a while, but did not say anything. You could just see the seconds of the phonecall on your screen. “Can you pick me up?” you asked carefully. You could hear him sigh into the phone. “Where are you?” *** It took about 20 minutes until you could see the familiar red car pull into the street. You slowly got up and neared yourself the sidewalk. The car came to stand right in front of you, but before you even had the chance to get in, your lover already got out. He stood right in front of you and looked deep into your eyes. “You're in my head.” you said while pointing to your temple. The alcohol was definitely kicking. His eyes softened and you felt like there was a slight smile on his lips. He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it “Get in the car, Y/N. ” You continued to stare into his eyes. “I want everyone to know about us. ” His face seemed to light up a bit. He pulled you in and kissed your forehead before whispering in your ear “Get in babe, we'll talk about it tomorrow.”

But now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a game we do I tell myself I'm not that into you But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three And now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a thing we make We're skin on skin, I need this spell to break, oh But I don't wanna go, and I know that you know You're in my head like

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stargirlposts · 9 months

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El Malo

Chapter 3

I sat on my bed that night looking at the moon through my window. Tony is a good man and he loves me and maybe I can love him, but I have doubts. Fuck. I’m such a bad person.

It's been six weeks since Oscar got out. I've been keeping myself busy by working at my sister’s beauty store and avoiding Oscar. And I’m doing a pretty good job at avoiding him, if I do say so myself. I was finally walking home after I finished helping my sister with her store when I spotted Jamal, Ruby, and Monse.

“Monse!” I shouted her name with a smile and sped up to greet them.

“Hey, when did you get back?”

“I just got back today, hey do you know why Ruby and Jamal aren’t talking to Cesar, he tells you everything cause these shitheads won’t tell me anything” She walked next to me to look at Jamal and Ruby with an eye roll. Just when I was going to answer, we heard someone blasting their music and when we turned to look, it was the familiar red impala coming down the street.

Ruby shook his head, “We can’t tell you what Cesar said.”

“Fine, then I’ll ask myself”

She walked on the street and stopped right in front of the Impala, forcing Oscar to stop the car.

“Hey, you crazy!”

I turned to Jamal and Ruby.

“What did Cesar say?” I asked. I was curious to know why Monse was so upset and why they weren’t talking to him.

“Cesar said he hit it” I gasped and turned to look at Monse leaned over talking to Oscar.

“Jamal!” Ruby yelled and Jamal quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He turned to me”, look just don’t tell Monse”

“I won’t, but you know the truth always comes out, I’ll talk to-“

“Hey Y/N! Get in the car, I’ll take you home”

I turned to look at Oscar and crossed my arms.

“No, I’m perfectly fine with walking.”

Cesar turned to look at me with desperation in his eyes. I sighed and bid my goodbyes as I got in next to Cesar.

Oscar drove me to his house and asked me to stay for a while. But I declined and told him I was gonna pass to the bathroom and get some of my stuff, although I left out the second part. I was only gone for six weeks and the house is already a mess. Ugh, men. By the time I walked out, I saw Cesar sitting on the couch and Oscar sitting behind him on a crate, with Monse standing in front of him.

“We can go inside-“ Oscar cut him off by clearing his throat “, But uh if you wanna sit on my face, you gotta put that mouth on pause so I can concentrate”

All of the Santos laughed and he fist bumped Oscar. Poor Monse had the look of humiliation on her face.

“What the fuck? You put him up to this didn’t you!”

“Hey,” Oscar stood up and tried to get in my face “,don’t start shit.”

“Fuck you Oscar”

I was beyond pissed. How dare he try to intimidate me in front of his puto friends. I wanted to release some steam by hanging out with my friends but they were on the clock so that was a no and my mom went to visit family in Mexico, so I’m in a house all by myself . You must be wondering what happened to Tony. Let’s just say he could see I wasn’t Interested and he wasn’t mad. He told me he loved me and he’d be willing to wait for me when I realize Oscar ain’t shit.

I was watching tv in the living room when I heard movement in my room. I could feel my heart start racing. I sped tip-toed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I stood beside my closed bedroom door and waited for whoever was in there to come out. My heart sped as the door opened and I put the knife against the throat of the perpetrator. Only it wasn’t, it was Oscar. I let out a sigh of relief.

“What the fuck Oscar? You could’ve knocked on the door”

I walked to the kitchen with him following behind me and put the knife away.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to talk.”

“ I don’t have anything to say to you’’

“Haven’t seen you with that guy”

“What’s it to you?” I asked as I leaned on the kitchen counter. I watched as he stepped closer to me.

“I failed you a thousand times, yet you’re still mine”

He walked closer so our chests were touching, he held my chin up gently forcing me to look up at him.

“He seemed sincere unlike my flaws, but I’m the bad guy you don’t stop loving. You’re like Cinderella and he’s the pitiful fool and even though I’m not Prince Charming, I’m still the love of your life”

My eyes started to water and I tried to look down but he wouldn’t let me.

“Oscar- please”

“I love you, Y/N”

I felt a tear run down my face and Oscar leaned his forehead against mine touching my nose with his.

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page150 · 2 years

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When you're sick 💊- César Díaz x Reader (Headcanon)

Request: None

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 866

Warnings: None

Summary: How I think César would act if you got sick, enjoy!

César hates being sick

Like really hates being sick

Like goes to school with a fever and pretends he isn’t sick, hates being sick

Because then he has to rely on people and there’s issues that come with that

But, the only thing he hates more than being sick is you being sick

Because that means you’re not your energetic, happy self

That jumps on him randomly and dances with him

You’re not eager to study with him (or tutor him, because that’s usually what ends up happening)

You’re still, and tired, and in pain

And even though he really enjoys taking care of you, it worries him

So, to keep himself from freaking out too much he’ll put you on bed rest

“Shut up and lay down.” César gently pushes you back down on your bed.

“But, I have to study!” You argue, trying to sit back up.

“Study? You’re so pale you look like a ghost, you can’t study! I’ll take care of it. Just rest, babe.”

He’ll stay home from school just to take care of you. Even if it’s just to watch you sleep he feels better being near you. Knowing that you’re safe and not on the ground somewhere because you fainted.

You stir from your sleep feeling a warm hand on top of yours. Opening your eyes you see César sitting on the chair next to your bed, rubbing your hand.

“Baby go to school, I’ll be okay” You whisper.

“I can’t focus if you’re not there with me.” He replies, kissing your sweaty forehead. “I rather be here with you. Do you need anything?”

When you get hungry he’ll run around looking for food. Cursing at himself for being unprepared.

You peek through the crack of your bedroom door at your boyfriend pacing through your hallway, waiting for someone to pick up the phone. Then you hear pieces of his conversation.

“Ruby, hey, what do you eat when you’re sick? No, I’m not sick. Y/N is. I don’t know, like 3 days. They have a fever, sore throat, runny nose, that kind of stuff. I don’t know what to do! No, I’m not freaking out, just answer the question. What do they need to eat? Soup and popsicles? Yeah, I can get that. Okay, thank you. I’ll tell them.”

Coming back into your room to kiss you on the cheek he says, "I'm going to get you some food and Ruby says to get well soon. He needs you to babysit the twins.”

Usually you’ll only have a small cold, so you’ll get better quickly, but sometimes it’s worse

He’ll clean and disinfect everything when you throw up. He'll also keep reassuring that he loves you and you'll be okay you no matter how messy you get.

When you cry because of the pain, he’ll hold you and try to keep you as comfortable as possible

You sniffle and turn away from César in the bed, “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I don’t care, how many times do I have to say that. I hate when you cry.” He turns you so you face him and kisses you, while wiping away your tears.

“Sorry, my throat hurts so much.” You say softly.

“I know, in awhile we can try eating another popsicle. I’ll stay here until you’re not in pain. Just keep hugging me.”

He’ll make sure you take your medicine when you’re supposed to. Even if he has to threaten you.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” César whispers, slowly rubbing your back.

“Go away,” You yawn, snuggling into the teddy bear César bought you.

“Nope,” He pulls away the sheets, revealing you in heart pajamas, clutching the brown teddy bear. “It’s time for medicine.”

You groan, “It’s gross, I’ll take it later, I’m feeling better.”

“No, you have to take it down. Your fever is going down, but it hasn’t broken. Take the medicine.”

“Babe, it’s so gross. Don’t make me take it.”

“Take it or…” He pauses. “I’ll call Oscar.”

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth so César could pour the green syrup into your mouth. You put your hand over your mouth so you don’t spit it out as you swallow it.

Putting the sheets back onto you he whispers, “I know it sucks, but it will make you feel better.”

“I know, just get in bed with me, I’m cold.”

Once you feel better, he’ll pride himself in his caring boyfriend abilities.

You sit hand in hand with César at the lunch table, listening to him ramble on how he took care of you.

“I almost called Oscar, I really didn’t know what to do, but I figured it out. A man has to take care of his partner.”

“I think we all know who’s the man in the relationship, but we’re glad you’re feeling better Y/N” Monse adds.

You laugh, “Thanks Monse, but César did great.”

He kisses you and pulls you closer, “Anything for you, being without you makes me sick.”

You hug him, then get up to get something to drink.

At the table César watches you walk away with a smile, before sneezing.

Monse, Ruby, Jamal, and Jasmine look surprised at him shrug, before saying, “Definitely worth it.

When you say you’ll take a break, but leave for almost a whole year.🥲So much has happened that I can’t really explain, but I hope you all enjoyed this post. I’m still trying to get back into the swing of writing so I hope this is okay. Just know a lot more is coming! Please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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kaashallmighty · 1 year

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Whatever I Have Left

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Male Reader

WARNING: bit of mary jane magic💨

You n Oscar talking😭✋🏿...

I couldn’t decide if I wanted some fluff/angst shit or a really fru fru shnookums type beat but ig we’ll see

I forgot to mention that most if not all my writing gonna be with a black/poc coded reader in mind because I’m just that nigga🤞🏿. But honestly i don’t give a fuck who reads as long as u not being a fucking buffoon abt it. . . . PEACE🫂

The sun is just starting to set when you arrive on the beach shore. The waves crashing against the sand and the call of seabirds fill your ears as you start your search for Oscar. It had been a few days since kicking his little brother out to the streets and of course he wasn’t doing well at all. You went to his house to check up on him as you had been doing but there was no sign of him. That brings you to the beach. This is where the oldest Díaz brother is found when things get overwhelmingly complicated, his safe space. The first thing you ever learned about Oscar is that he finds security at the beach. You spot his car before you see him further down perched against the rocks.

You know Oscar hears you walk up but he decides against looking at you, focused on the ocean breeze against his skin. Plopping down beside him you pull a lighter from your pocket and the blunt behind your ear. Lighting up you stayed silent, knowing better than to try and push Oscar into talking.

“It shouldn’t be this way. I shouldn’t have to rob my own blood of a bed to sleep in.” You know he isn’t wanting a response but you turn your head towards him to show you are listening. His brows furrowed and mouth formed into a scowl as he continued.

“Cesar isn’t made for this typa life, yet because of me he’s headed in the wrong direction. We should be somewhere living a normal life where all he has to be worried about is school and teenage hormones. We look over our backs when our biggest concern should be work or our own familia running arou-”

He stops dead in his tracks. He expects you to scrutinize him like he’s betting all his worth on the most unfeasible outcome of his future. Expects you to snap him into the reality of what’s bound to happen due to the lifestyles y’all lead. Background noise fades out and plunges him into hypotheticals jumbling around in his head.

The heat radiating onto his fingers pinching the still burning blunt shakes him out of his head. With a clear of his throat and a quick glance in your general direction, he takes a slow drag of the content and hands it off to you. “Oscar, you aren’t stupid for wanting better than the gang. Aspirations make us human

“The Santos will still be the Santos long after you are gone and when the time comes that you decide step down, we’ll pick Cesar up by his mangy scruff n move to fucking Miami.” You cackle and the dopiest smile makes its way onto Oscar’s face as he watches you ramble about him not having to leave the ocean behind.

“On some real shit tho, I wanna spend whatever I have left with yo ass.” Your words come out low and raspy, but hold a hardness that would guarantee Oscar knows you aren’t spouting drug induced whims. You ash the roach in the sand and look up. Red hazy eyes meet the mocha pools finally staring back at you.

Reaching a hand out to his nape, you pull him forward, resting your foreheads together. Your fingers find purchase running along the tattoo adorning Oscar’s neck. His shoulders noticeably relax, relieved of the tension he felt. ‘Whatever you have left’ could range from a few hours to a hefty number of years. Letting your words hang over in the air, he leans further into your touch. He relishes the fact that he has another reason to want to abandon Santos life.

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marleyybluu · 2 years

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Miss Ivy

Pairings: Oscar Diaz x black!teacher!OC, Cesar Diaz x black!teacher!OC(obvs platonic)

Genre: Fluff (?)

Word count: 1.3k

no warnings

(he actually had no business being so fucking fine its ridiculous actually.)

The pipeline from needing to be in a relationship to being completely fine in accepting the role of the fun, single aunt is an interesting one. Well, at least Ivy thought so. When she was a teenager all she thought about was boys, she wanted to have that, yeah we're high school sweethearts, storyline so badly but unfortunately, she never got it. If anyone ever asked her out it would be a joke for their own entertainment or it was from someone she just flat out wasn't interested in.

It felt like all her friends got attention from boys and she was left in the back to rot. Then came college, she was getting the attention she wanted in high school but now for some reason, she didn't want it— call it growing up I guess. She'd roll her eyes or make up an excuse as to why she couldn't talk to someone and it made her friends look at her sideways especially when some of the finest men on campus were trying to pull her.

Now with college out of the way and a little more growing up she was entirely too busy for the bullshit anyway. Some of her friends had married off and reproduced, but she was solely focused on her career and she was fine with that. Being an eighth-grade teacher was fulfilling, especially with a class like hers. Her students were absolute clowns, there was middle school drama that they came to her with and family problems that they felt they couldn't express at home. She was their safe haven and she was happy to be.

They filled that void in her life, and she was glad to be that person to help them transition from middle school to the chaotic jungle that was high school.

She did have one favourite student, in particular, his name was Cesar Diaz, an absolute sweetheart with a hilarious group behind him. Cesar was often the last to leave school so he'd come back to her classroom to either finish homework or just hang out. Occasionally she'd put on a movie of his choice or she'd show him movies from her childhood until his father came to get him.

However, lately, he'd been staying a little longer than usual, the school closed at six and he was still there at quarter to seven. I mean Ivy didn't have anyone to go to so she wasn't in a rush but it was Friday and she did want to go home and smoke, drink and watch something unrelated to children.

Cesar sighed, you could tell he was tired himself and maybe even disappointed that he was still at school. Ivy's shoulders fell as she looked out the window, no sign of Ray coming anytime soon. "You hungry? We can order a pizza." She offered. Cesar shook his head and continued to scroll on his phone. The sudden sound of a car door slamming could be heard outside, so hard you'd think the car window would bust. She watched as a younger male with a permanent scowl on his face approached the school doors but they were locked, so she knocked on the window and shook her head hoping he'd get the message.

"Is Cesar in there?" She heard him ask, she nodded and looked over to her student. "Cesar, do you know who's outside my window?"

He looked up from his phone and quickly sat up, "It's my brother, Spooky."

Spooky? What the fuck kinda name was that?

"Alright, let's go."

Ivy gathered her things and slugged her arm over his shoulder as they walked down the hall, she caught Mr. Taylor who was the school's janitor sweeping the floor and asked him to unlock the door so they could leave. "Any plans this weekend?" She asked Cesar. "Yeah, uh, me and Monse are going on a date."

She raised her eyebrows. Monse was a girl in the class across from hers, Cesar had been talking about asking her out for weeks but was too scared to do it until she encouraged him to. Telling him that she was most likely interested in him as well, at least judging by the way she would look at him. "See," She playfully nudged. "I told you she'd say yes. Make sure you get flowers, never show up empty-handed."

Cesar let off a sheepish smile and shoved his hands in his pockets, he was excited but also nervous. They made it outside to see the same man leaning on a red car, a cherry red 1967 Chevy Impala to be more precise. It was nice and clean, you could tell the owner took pride in it-- she could damn near see her own reflection if she got close enough. He stood with his hands crossed over his chest, she couldn't tell if he was genuinely pissed or if that was just how his face rested but it was intimidating. It seemed to soften once he saw Cesar.

"I'll see you Monday, miss Ivy." He smiled looking up at her. "Have a good weekend kiddo and good luck on your date."

He nodded at her and headed over to the car, he received a hug from his older sibling and then slid into the passenger's seat. "Thanks for uh, watching him." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, the gesture making her face scrunch as he counted enough and handed it to her. She pushed his hand back. "Look, I'm not a babysitter, you don't owe me anything. I don't mind staying with him."

That voice. He could've become a puddle at that soft voice, that caring tone when she said that she didn't mind. He put the money back in his pocket suddenly feeling foolish for even offering it but in his world people didn't do shit for you without looking for an IOU. A question wavered over her mind, "Where's Ray?"

Spooky dropped his head looking for an excuse on the ground. "He's um, he's working late and I just got off work so."

There was a moment of silence, the two just gazing at each other. He was handsome, with cute rose-pink lips that sat in the middle of a moustache and his goatee, a small dimple in his cheek that appeared when he flashed her a small smirk-- a clean-shaven head that would've repulsed her a bit if he didn't pull it off so well. He was quite the looker. Which wasn't surprising considering their father was fine as hell too.

Spooky liked what he was seeing, her beautiful dark brown skin, her wide nose that was accompanied by two nose piercings, his eyes fell to her plump lips that were two shades-- the top lip that was slightly bigger than the bottom was more of a medium brown while the bottom was the same shade but had a pink middle. They were glossy, and little specks of sparkles could be seen even under the street lights.

Ivy cleared her throat figuring she was lurking a bit too long and stuck out her hand. "Well, it was nice to meet you... Spooky." The smirk was very apparent in her voice even though she tried to hide it on her face. He gently took her hand and shook it, her nails gently scratching his palm as they parted. "Nice to meet you too, Miss Ivy."

She felt herself becoming warm and decided to head over to her car which was conveniently two parking spots away from his. He watched as her hips swayed, whether it was natural or maybe a little twist in it for him, either way, he was fascinated. Ivy looked over her shoulder and smiled once more. "Have a good weekend." She waved.

"Yeah, you too."

Well hello hello out there. It is finally fucking Saturdaaay and I am so happy to finally upload. Though ill be real this wasn't what I originally wanted to post, I like how this turned out.

hoping to make this a mini series, don't know how many parts yet but it probably won't be mad long. If you liked this story, feel free to like this story. comment and reblogs help and as always

be cool 🤙🏾

#oscar diaz #black!OC #spooky #spooky x OC #spooky x black!OC #oscar diaz x black!OC #oscar diaz x reader #spooky fanfic #spooky fanfiction #on my block fanfic #on my block #on my block fanfiction #poc OC #marleywrites #marleysfanfictions

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eunoiaflow3r · 3 years

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on my block masterlist

fics in order of old to new in each category

requests always open

Oscar (Spooky) Diaz

Series:

none for now

One Shots:

not who i am anymore

one to five

husband material

my baby

Cesar Diaz

Series:

Thin Lines and Butterflies (discontinued)

part one - part two - part three

One Shots:

none for now

#on my block imagine #netflix on my block #on my block imagines #on my block #oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz #omb oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz angst #oscar diaz fluff #omb oscar diaz #lil spooky imagines #spooky omb x reader #lil spooky x reader #cesar diaz angst #cesar diaz omb #cesar diaz #cesar diaz on my block #cesar diaz x reader #cesar diaz fluff

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2000sbitch · 4 years

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Positive (Sad Eyes X Reader)

A/N: This is apart of my new series “Our Little Familia” 2nd time posting because tumblr hates me <3

I will be using the name Ramiro for sad eyes!

Warning: mentions of sex, Language

You placed your phone onto the counter as you took a seat on the bathtub right next to the sink. The three minutes you waited for the test felt more like three hours. You stared straight ahead at your bathroom's navy blue painted walls. What if you were pregnant? You and Ramiro never talked about having kids. Was he going to be upset?

You didn't think anything of it at first when you noticed your period didn't show up with them being irregular at times. But now two months later it was the tender breasts, morning sickness and the horrible mood swings. You found yourself yelling at your boyfriend for chewing to loud or not standing correctly then a few minutes later wanting to be wrapped in his arms peppering his face with kisses.

You and Ramiro weren't were exactly careful when it came to having sex. Both of you not liking the feel of condoms and you know for sure you weren't on any birth control. But Ramiro always made sure to pull out and finish somewhere onto your body.

Then you remembered that day where it was supposed to be a nice day of shopping with your boyfriend. Going from store to store buying clothes , shoes and anything else you needed. After you both were done shopping you were seated at a table inside the food court while Ramiro ordered your food. When you were approached by your friend from high school Xavier as he pulled you into a hug. You were to deep into conversation with your friend talking about old friends, school, and memories. That you didn't notice your very annoyed boyfriend approaching you the both of you with two plates of Chinese food setting them down. It was only when you felt your boyfriend wrap one arm around your waist as he gave Xavier a stare and held his hand out for him to shake.

"You were flirting with him y/n!" Ramiro raised his voice tightening his grip on the steering wheel on the way back home. "No I wasn't he's just a friend I hadn't seen him in about 3 years!" You yelled back annoyed that he would think you were flirting with another dude. "Yeah whatever." He mumbled.

It was now about 4 hours later both of you calmed down a bit. He apologized for accusing you of something you clearly weren't doing. But there still was this awkward frustration between the two of you. And Ramiro knew the perfect way to make it go away it worked every time. "You know they say make up sex is the best babe." He said as he kissed down your neck. "Oh yeah? Show me then" You whispered back and you both spent the rest of the night fucking the frustrations out of each other. Not caring if you removed yourself from him as he reached his orgasm for the 3rd time that night.

Your thoughts immediately being interrupted by the timer on your phone letting you know that the three minutes was over. You stood up and closed your eyes as you flipped the test over. Taking a deep breath you opened your eyes.

PREGNANT

Your hand immediately flying to your mouth as your eyes filled with tears. "Oh my gosh I'm pregnant." You whispered to yourself as if someone was going to hear you. "Ok what if it's wrong!" You told yourself as you wiped your tears away with the back of your hand.

This definitely wasn't a time to be pregnant your brother Oscar barely accepting your relationship with his best friend. What was he going to say that you were now pregnant? And on top of that you just started your new job as a nail tech.

But as minutes went by and you stared down at the test you felt your self start to smile. You were pregnant with the love of your life's baby why wouldn't you be happy? You were sure it was going to be hard but you were positive that Ramiro was going to be there for you through it all and would protect you no matter what.

"Hi baby" you smiled as you brought your hand down to your stomach rubbing softly.

With Ramiro not being home yet you went back to the store to purchase two more tests to be extra sure.

Those coming back positive of course you were pregnant.

But hearing the front door of your shared apartment open followed by your boyfriend calling out for you "mami where you at?"

Rushing to hide the boxes and pregnancy tests under the sink as you heard his footsteps getting closer. He never looked under the sink anyways.

"In the bathr-" you didn't get to finish as he found you. "What you doing in here mamas?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around you staring at you through the mirror. "Um Just cleaning" you smiled. "My brothers back home?" You asked. "Yup just dropped them off we used my car today." He answered.

"You hungry?" You questioned. "Mhm yes make me something baby?" He said as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. "Okay!" You laughed "Go look for something you want to eat and I'll make it for you once I'm finished in here" You said. "Alright baby." He said as he gave you a quick kiss and a slap on your ass before walking towards the kitchen.

You looked in the mirror as you let out a breath. You weren't ready to tell him just yet. But you know you would have to soon.

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stripper-patrick · 4 years

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Ride or Die Bitch☠️ Spooky Diaz

Warnings: smut, filth, major fluff, language, unprotected, angst, gun use, weed smoking, papi kink, blood warning

Song: me and my girlfriend- Tupac

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Oscar Diaz x black plus sized reader

“Ma come here” Spooky calls me. I walk out to see Spooky sitting near the window with a blunt in his hand. He takes a puff letting a little bit of air blow before sucking it back in.

I watch the thin cloud of smoke excrete from his nostrils before grabbing the blunt and doing the same thing. Once I feel a buzz in my head I let the smoke go.

“I’m supposed to be meeting up to go handle some business tonight taking down the prophets” I pass back the blunt nodding

“I trust you enough to know that if something happens-“

“Oscar”

“If something happens you have the account pins and funds. My guns are in the safe and the code is your birthday and most importantly take care of Cesar”

“Of course”

“What?” I turn seeing Cesar at the door in his pajamas

“I’ve gotta handle some business so I trust Y/N to take care of you” he explains

“Don’t say it like that. You’ll be fine”

“I’m just being extra cautious”

“I know” Cesar hugs us both

“Go to bed you have school” Oscar smiles

“I’ll see you guys” He smiles. I kiss his head and watch him leave shutting the door behind him.

Oscar puts out the blunt blowing out the rest of the smoke and stands tall before me. He picks me up laying me on the bed settling between my legs.

He kisses my lips softly of course wrapping his large hand around my throat. Spooky smiles sitting on his knees while he pulls down my shorts. He pulls off his own pants and slides in easily. I’m always wet around him.

Spooky puts my legs on his should pulling me down so he’s real deep inside of me. He leans forward kissing me while throwing his hips. I grab the sheets moaning into our passionate kiss.

“You so tight” he moans. He grabs the back of my neck thrusting harder making me moan louder “be careful. Wouldn’t want Cesar to hear”

“Fuck him. Just fuck me” Spooky grabs the headboard

“Yes yes” I repeat

“Yea I’m killing that pussy aren’t I mamita”

“Yes papi” I moan. He rubs my clit making my body tense. My eyes close and he grabs my cheeks squishing them together “open your eyes and look at me when I make you feel this good”

I open them per his request and he smiles. His chain dangles in my face. Spooky stops flipping us around so I’m on top. He got me a chain with his name on it for this particular reason.

I rock and twirl my hips on his while his big hands knead and smack my ass. I bounce my ass dropping my head back.

Spooky grabs my chin again pulling me over him so my chain dangles in his face now. “I’m gonna bust fuck baby”

“Go head papi I want you to cum inside of me” I moan. He grabs my hips holding me down plunging upwards into me. I lean down gripping the pillow moaning in his mouth. He pulls my hair opening up my neck to leave open mouth kisses on me as I leak all over him. Spooky fills me up with his cum breathing heavily in my ear as I continue riding him noticing his thrusts are slowing down.

“Shit” now it’s his turn to grip the sheet. He shutters and I smile moaning.

“You look so hot when you cum” I smile. He smacks my ass again displaying that dimple filled smile. I get off and lay on his chest. Spooky grabs the blunt he put out and his lighter. He lights it up taking a puff just like before. He passes it to me and I do the same inhaling the high and exhaling the smoke.

We stay like this for a minute before his phone rings. He picks it up handing the blunt to me.

“Yo” he waits for a response then begins speaking in Spanish “voy a estar esperando”

He hangs up and I watch him get dressed “if I don’t text you or Cesar in an hour and a half. I love you. I’ll text you where I’ll be” he says kissing me.

“I love you more” I hold him in another kiss. Spooky dips off and I hear him tell Cesar the same thing. Even ‘I love you’. I get up putting out the blunt and get in the shower. Before doing so I set a timer for An hour and a half just like he said.

I wash up and come out tying up my hair. I go on my phone and hear a small knock on the door “come in”

Cesar emerges “you ok?”

“I don’t want Oscar to die” He sniffles. I extend my arms and he lays on my lap as I stroke his hair

“Me and you both know he is a fighter and won’t let anyone go anywhere without a hard fight. I won’t let anything happen to you or him”

My phone chimes and it’s from Oscar. It’s his location and a red heart. I send one back and hold Cesar until he falls asleep.

....

My timer went off 30 minutes ago and still nothing from Oscar. This isn’t like him. I go upstairs and grab some black sweatpants, a black hoodie and black shoes. I grab a black bandanna tying it around my mouth “Cesar get up”

He moves quickly looking at me in surprise “what are you doing”

“Go put on all black I may need you to drive us home”

“Who’s us”

“Me and Oscar”

...

I pull up to where Oscar sent us and see 3 people surrounded by him. He’s on the ground moving slowly and that’s when I see some blood. He looks up and I see his eye is swollen and mouth bloody.

“Don’t get out the car. Get behind the drivers seat. Just like I taught you. If you see a gun pointed at me. Shoot. Don’t hesitate or anything just do it. If you hit me I won’t be mad dead or alive” he nods. I grab the beretta 92 stuffing it in the back of my backs. I watch him kick Oscar in the gut. This was a set up. The man reveals his face and my eyes go wide. Ace.

I get out shutting the door quietly and I walk up behind a their big truck. I pull out a knife stabbing the driver in the neck where he silently bleeds. I pull my bandanna tight and see Ace, the leader of the prophet$, pull a gun to Oscars head.

I cock the gun getting the bullet ready. I’m not scared to use a gun I’ve done it before. I’ve killed someone before I just don’t flaunt it with a teardrop tattoo. When it’s my life or theirs don’t expect me to not be selfish about it.

I emerge pulling the gun to his head “let him go for I blow ya brains across this bitch” Ace looks at me with a smile

“Loca? I can’t believe you’d betray your people like this” he smiles sadistically “especially me. You don’t remember those fun times we had together? Being in that very truck and you’d be screaming my name all night long?”

“You were never my people I just got caught up with you and your bullshit”

“I don’t know why you’d even waste your breath with a Santos” Oscar is half conscious. I was never Prophet.

“Let. Him. Go” he looks at me dauntingly suddenly making a move which results in me pulling the trigger. I watch the blood splatter across the gravel and his big body falls to the ground with a thud. I put the gun in my back and pull Oscar up “come on baby I got you”

“We’re you a prophet?” He slurs stopping me.

“No” I get him to the car getting in the back with him

“Drive us home Cesar” He puts the car in drive and mashes the pedal speeding off

#smut #fluff #on my block #on my block smut #on my block fluff #spooky diaz #spooky smut #spooky #spoopy #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz #oscar diaz smut #cesar diaz imagine #cesar diaz #gang

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youare-mysonshine · 4 years

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But can you imagine a sweaty Oscar sitting in the kitchen on the counter as Reader cleans out the bullet wound on his arm, him swinging bottles of bears and Reader stitching his arm while he calms you down with kisses your head as he hisses in pain right by your ear. And then a crying freaked out Cesar pops in crying cause it was his fault Oscar got shot

CEASE AND DESIST I CANT HANDLE IT🥺🥺🥺🥺 s3 flashbacks where abuelita stitches oscar up after he killed cuchillos SHIRTLESS BLOODY AND LOOKING LIKE A SNACK

#netflix on my block #on my block imagine #on my block #oscar diaz fluff #oscar diaz angst #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz smut #oscar diaz imagine #oscar spooky diaz #spooky diaz #cesar diaz #lil spooky

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firebenderwolf · 5 years

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Nightmare- Cesar and Oscar

*GRAPHIC. WARNING: GORE, BLOOD. Read at your own risk*

Home. Cesar missed this place. He missed his room, missed his bed. Sleeping at Jamal’s was great cause he wasn’t outside but it felt nice to not have Jamal doing something at like 1 am. He just finished eating dinner with Oscar, and the Santos. Oscar made fajitas and they were delicious. Another thing he missed besides his brother, was his brother’s food. Cesar told Oscar goodnight and went to his room. He got all ready for bed and laid down. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. The whole gang was coming over and it was for the whole day and he missed them. Cesar closed his eyes and it didn’t take long to fall asleep. When Cesar opened his eyes again, he was staring into a house that looked really familiar. He opened the door and he walked in and that’s where he realized where he was. His house. Cesar looked around and it was completely dark. He goes and turns the lamp on and is horrified. On the ground are 6 Santos covered in blood, and he sees the damage done to the house. There are bullet holes everywhere, on the floor, in the walls. Cesar runs past the Santos and to Oscar’s room where the door is closed. He tries to open it but it’s jammed. He starts to throw his body against the door and it finally opens. He opens it and walks in. His eyes widen and tears look in his eyes at the sight in front of him. There is Oscar , on the ground, with his neck sliced and blood pooling out. Cesar notices blood starting to gather on the sheet that’s covering his body and gently moved it. He gags and almost puked at the sight. In medium sized letters sliced on his stomach reads, “This is Spooky?” with a dollar sign as well. The Prophets symbol. Tears are flooding his eyes when he holds his brother’s bloody face and he collapses on his knees sobbing when he feels himself being shaken. Cesar eyes open widely as Oscar is on top of him, “Hermano!” Cesar jumps up and Oscar holds him down, “Chill ‘mano. It’s okay, relax.” Cesar breathes heavily as he is sweating profusely. “What happened??” Cesar yells, “You were crying and screaming. I came in and you were thrashing all over the bed.” Cesar breathes heavily as tears pool in his eyes as Oscar’s body in the dream came back to his mind. “Hermano? You okay?” Oscar asks as Cesar reaches up and hugs Oscar tightly and in pants and through the tears, Cesar tells him about the nightmare. Oscar hugs Cesar tightly as Cesar is talking. Oscar strokes Cesar’s hair to calm his brother down as his brother continues to cry. “It’s okay Cesar. I got you. I ain’t going nowhere.” Oscar says as Cesar grip tightens. It’s a good 10 minuets before Cesar calms down yet the two brothers stay like that. Soon, Cesar falls asleep with his head on his brother’s shoulder and as Oscar gently puts Cesar head down and covers him with the blanket, Cesar says, “Love you Hermano.” Oscar smiles, “Love you too, little bro.” Oscar walks out and Cesar sleeps peacefully the rest of the night.

#cesar diaz #on my block #oscardiaz #brothers #fluff #nightmare #angst

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mochminnie · 5 years

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Oscar Diaz Imagine - Claimed

Oscar is Jealousy of Mario can get out of hand.

Senior year for (Y/N) she was getting all the stares on her way to class, at lunch. She sat with her girl friends. “What is up with people whispering and giving me the googly eyes for?”

“Just that it changed a lot because Mario left.” Christina said. He really did have our back. “We, don’t need Mario around, we can do this. We can have a great time-“

“Not just about Mario, people talking about you about sleeping with a Santo.” Jennie slaps Kat’s shoulder. (Y/N) chocked on her food. “Oh my god, get water.” Sofia hand her the water.

“Every bodies spreading it.” (Y/N)’s girl friends started fanning her. (Y/N) got her shit together.

Going of to her freshemen friends. “Can I talk to you guys?” Jamal said. Hesitantly gets up. “Yeah, sure, totally.”

“Apparently I’m sleeping with a Santo.” Looking at Cesar. Steam is coming out of (Y/N)’s ears.

“Jasmine saw you with me, hanging around with you.”

“Oh, don’t you lie Jasmine would never! She knows your with Monse.”

“Guys don’t tell her.” Ruby said. “Ruby don’t do this to me, quite it with the suspense.”

Monse pushes the guys. “It’s better off you don’t hear it.” Ceasar hoping for her to drop it. He never thought that his brother would claim her. “It was Oscar, the rumor wasn’t behind Cesar not all.”

Going to the Diaz house. Knocking the door. I was expecting one of his homies to open the door. It was Oscar. “Are your homies with ya?”

“No just me. What brings you here?”

He leads me inside.

“Did you claimed me? I have people talking shit behind my back. Saying I fucked you. “

“ Stop wasting your time, what are you going to do wait for Mario?”

Oscar why he’d say that. He didn’t want to admit that he’s getting jealous of how she talks about Mario, hugs him.

“This is not about Mario! Yes we did we were drinking. I got caught up in the moment. Is this your way of bragging?!” Throwing her hands up. - I can do this with out him!”

Oscar loves it whenever she’s around. That he knows that she’s there for Ceaser. He thought how is she still hanging around me even though I’m a leader of Los Santos. I got a criminal record.

Mario FaceTiming (Y/N)

Mario waving, I never seen him so happy. He’s back with Angelica. “Hey, (Y/N)!”

“Update! Guess who’s riding a Santo!” (Y/N) Yelled in frustration. “You slept with Oscar again?!”

“No, he claimed me. He told me, Stop wasting your time Mario is not here to come and save you.”

“(Y/N) he’s Jealous.”

“Of you?!”

“He’s a guy, he wants to get your attention. He wants more. He wants more than a one night stand. He doesn’t want to admit it.” (Y/N) rolls her eyes. “He’s annoying!”

(Y/N) rolls from the bed and she see’s Oscar on top of her.

“I’m that annoying?!” She got up, she screams. “What the hell are you doing here You can’t sneak up in my room like that!” That fucking smirk.

Oscar’s laugh can be so evil. “Why not, I did it before.” He can’t look at me like that. “You can’t smile at me like that.” He hands her a beer. She grab it and set it down on the table.

She is not drinking tonight. “You tell Mario everything?”

“Oh my - How long have you been listening.” She didn’t hear a single step. This man is good. Duh he’s a fucking Santo. -the long conversation?” He nods as he takes a sip of his beer.

“I came here to apologize, I didn’t mean to talk about Mario like that-“ (Y/N) grabs his beer setting it on her bed side table. Getting on his lap. “Hey, I’m still drinking that.” She grabs him by the shirt and kisses him.

“Your jealous of Mario!” She teases. “I thought your falling in love with him. Look at him he’s in college. Your safe, he’s not me a gang member having many rivals and that’ll go after you.”

“I have feeling for you. You don’t have to worry about Mario. I want you.” He was stud she removes her shirt. Then unbutton his shorts.

Jamal, “(Y/N) if you wanna see Endgame?” Opens the door and sees you with Spooky. “(Y/N) girl and your choices. You do you boo boo. You smashed.”

She sees that the rest of the squad was in the living room.

“First of all how did y’all get into my house?”

#onmyblock #Oscar Diaz #Cesar #Monse #Jamal #Ruby #Mario #netflix #oscar diaz imagines #oscar diaz x reader #cholo #gangsters #gang #18 #fluff #smut #onmyblockimagines

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spookysmujer · 3 years

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All the Stars, O. Diaz

Summary: After having a stressful week dealing with the Santos, you try to make Oscar feel relaxed enough to get him to open up.

word count: 1.3K

warnings: cute s h e t, fluff, vulnerability

a/n: Hello babes, I am putting in some weRk over these next few days! Also who has been super excited after hearing it’s official: ON MY BLOCK SEASON 4 IS HAPPENING. Our papichulo returns! Don’t worry, angst coming up next, some smut and the whole spiel, hehe. As always please: follow the blog, heart/comment/reblog my work and turn on notifications for when I post new content!

requested by @justatiredfool

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You were told you were silly to move in with Oscar during senior year of high school. That you had to be knocked up. Even though your parents gave you the OK, they always made it their mission to remind you that there are more important things in life than having a boyfriend. But no one understood just how deeply you connected with him. And to those who claimed it wouldn’t last, here you are 5 years later.

And with living at the Santo trap house came with its occasional inconveniences. Such as Oscar having the stress of ‘work’ follow him home all the time. And mostly, there was no problem in solving them. He did his best to separate business and pleasure. But there were days where he couldn’t and it would take a toll on your relationship. Days like today, so you want to help him relax and relinquish any stress.

When he gets home, he stops in the kitchen to press a kiss to the top of your head. He goes to the bedroom and strips down to his white tank and basketball shorts. You take the liberty to get him a beer, he thanks you with a touch when you hand it to him, “Long day?”

He hums in response as you run your hand over his head, he loves the feeling of you touching him. Touch for him is his love language rather than speaking. Which no doubt was hard for you in the beginning considering that for you, you were heavy in verbal communication. You need lots of reassurance and it was a big adjustment to learn that he likes to reassure you in a different way.

After mindlessly thinking, you reach over and take the remote to turn off the tv. He scrunches his eyebrows together and looks at you, “Com’n, let’s go.”

“Go where? I just got home, com’n.” You gather your purse and go stand by the doorway, looking back at Oscar who is still laying back on the bed. He looks at you, trying to tell you I ain’t going nowhere with his eyes. But your eyes tend to be more deadly than his. He groans before getting up and grabbing his wallet, “You don’t need it, let’s go tortuga.”

He pinches your behind as he approaches you, you squeal a little as you get away. Though he didn’t want to, Oscar knows there are days where you don’t see him much except for when he climbs into bed next to you. So instead of complaining, he just follows in pursuit.

You snatch the keys from his hand and jump into the driver’s seat. He won’t admit it but he loves to see you drive his car, it wasn’t always that way but to see you leant back, wind in your hair and head bopping to music, it’s a sight for sore eyes. Oscar keeps quiet as co-pilot and lets you take him to wherever you have planned.

Oscar doesn’t think anything when you pull up at a taco truck, you tell him to wait in the car that you phone ordered food for the two of you. When you get back to the car, he half expects for the two of you to eat in the car. However, you place the bag of food in the back seat and take off again. You drive for a bit more, taking a turn pass the sign that says “Hollywood Sign Ahead”. Most tourists have a designated area to part and hike near it. You know a way to drive up to it. Call it your rebel memory of high school. “Where are you taking me, hm?”

You look over at Oscar and smile, continuing the drive in silence. Oscar quirks his eyebrows when pulled up near a cliffside. He looks to you then tries to look over the ledge, “Com’n.” And when you walk over to his side to pull him closer to the edge, he feels a certain weight leave his shoulders. The sight is literally breathtaking. Los Angeles in a whole view makes everything that has been happening seem so miniscule. He lefts out a breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

“That’s why I brought you here. That release of breath you just let out that you have been holding in for God knows how long. Up here it’s different from the beach, down there you can release it but still gotta be cautious. Here, there is literally no one to see you be… you.” He keeps looking at the bustling city below. A small smile forms on his lips before looking at you. His hand cups your cheek, thumb gently gliding across the warm skin. You melt into his touch and smile.

So you both get comfy of the hood of his car and get to grubbing on the tacos. It’s nothing but silence as you eat first. You want Oscar to feel comfortable in this safe space. You have learned that the best way some people release all the pent up frustration is in silence while in the presence of others. It seemed out to you when you learnt this but sometimes it’s just another's presence that can be a tremendous help.

He finishes first and you offer your other taco, he denies it and chugs the rest of his drink. “Cuchillos put me second in command. Lots of new territories to cover. More business to handle and it’s been a fucking rough trip so far. Turning against long time allies. Taking fathers from little ones. I knew what I was getting when taking on the job but…” He shrugs, clearing his throat.

You watch him closely and quietly sighed. Not pushing him to talk more, you wait it out patiently. “I just need to know you can stick it out with me during times like this.” He says and you stop chewing your food, taken back a bit.

Oscar finally looks at you and you swallow. You set your food down to slide off the hood to stand in front of him. He watches as you step between his legs, he looks at your lips as you rest your hand on his thighs. “Remember when we had that pregnancy scare half way into senior year? Or when Cesar ran off from us at the fair? We didn’t know what to expect to have next then, just like you don’t know right now. But we always did something that no matter the outcome we knew we’d be okay, we always stuck together and did our best. I am here. I am not going anywhere, I won’t run when the going gets rough. When every single day life tries to throw us a curveball, I’m gonna be right next to you. I promise you that.”

Those special moments in life that automatically engrain themselves into your brain, the times where it becomes such a significant moment that you can later anchor yourself to. And right now is one of those moments. Oscar knew from the get go that you would remain a faithful companion in his life the moment you took a leap and moved in with him. Unknown where the future could lead the two of you. Here you are in the moment that you never saw coming all those years ago.

“Thank you.” He grabs your hand and presses a kiss on the back of it. You blush as he pulls your arm around him to get a hug. Oscar inhales your scent which has always consisted of vanilla and brown sugar. The feeling of your embrace keeps him at bay with the uncontrolled thoughts. The two of you share a few kisses, “Despite all this shit, it’s not a bad thought you know.” He tells you and you look at him quizzically.

He chuckles, “A baby, you pregnant. Doesn’t sound bad at all.”

The warmth in your cheeks makes you look away shyly. But the condensation that spread across the windows later showed no signs of shyness.

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page150 · 2 years

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In the Future....César Díaz x Reader

Request: None

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 833

Warnings: None, it's super cute!

Summary: Y/N and César daydream about their future together.

“If you could leave, like really leave and never come back, would you?”

Y/N turned their head to look up at César from their spot on his lap. His voice had broken the stillness of the quaint park. Looking up at him they could see the little black hairs that were on his chin; his hand intertwined in theirs as he looked up to the sky.

“Why do you ask” Y/N responded.

César shrugged. He looked down at Y/N’s head in his lap. Their eyes were so beautiful, so clear he could see the clouds drifting in them. He could see the pure attention Y/N was giving him.

“I’m just thinking about the future.” César said.

“Well,” Y/N started, beginning to close their eyes, “I don’t think I would want to never come back, unless you were with me, I suppose. I think I’ll go wherever you want to go.”

César chuckled, “I don’t think you should go wherever I go. You should go off and live your own life.”

“César, if I want to be with you wherever I go wouldn’t be the same without you. Plus you’re such a kind person. I think what would really happen is, you’ll go wherever I want to go.”

“You’re right.” César agreed, wiping off a stray leaf from your shirt.

César smiled. Never had he felt so content. You made him content, more than content, actually. César knew that you were everything to him. So kind, so sweet, the purest soul. Towards you César only felt love. Not the anger he felt towards his brother or his dad. With you he felt unconditional love and even though he was young he could truly see himself with you. He could see himself knocking on your college dorm door, offering to walk you to class. Or he could see driving hours a month to see you. Bringing presents and maybe even treats from Oscar.

“I’ll go to community college somewhere near where you get accepted. I can’t stay away from you.” César whispered.

César let his words fall, believing that Y/N had fallen asleep. They looked so cute when they slept, he had even taken off his jacket to lay on them. So, he jumped slightly when they spoke up. Meaning that they had heard his comment.

“We’ll study together, go on trips and things.”

“You’re so smart. It’ll be like now, where you tutor me and I listen.”

“Give yourself more credit, baby. You’re the smartest guy I know. Think of all the things you taught me.”

César frowned, “How to skip class, how to almost get shot.”

Y/N shook their head. “How to avoid getting shot. How to relax and take a break. How to cuddle, how to kiss, how to love…”

Turning his head César tried to hide his blush. He was sure Y/N could hear his heartbeat increase. His stomach was filled with butterflies, they were the only one to really make him nervous. Even though there was nothing to be nervous about. In Y/N’s eyes he was perfect.

César cleared his throat, “We’ll get an apartment. A really classy one with a nice view. I’ll work, you can too if you want. No matter what, I'll take care of you.”

“We’ll save our money together, buy our own house! You know one with a large backyard. ” Y/N said, beginning to get excited. They opened their beautiful eyes to look at their boyfriend.

“We’ll build our own house. Anything you want.”

“No, anything, you want.”

César scrunched his eyebrows, what did he want? “A trampoline would be fun and lots of light! My house gets so dark.”

“Yes! Skylights and high ceilings. I want to decorate for every holiday!” Y/N cheered.

“We’ll have a big kitchen for Oscar!”

“A library for Monse!”

“A gym for Jamal”

“A closet for Jasmine”

“And a room for Ruby!” Y/N and César said together. By then Y/N had sat up and now faced César. The both of them laughed at the idea of Ruby finally having his own room for whatever he wanted to do…

Y/N looked at César. His hair grew so fast, his face was softened. He grinned with all his teeth and Y/N leaned in to kiss him. Closing her eyes, trying to mentally capture the moment. They knew they had a future with César. One where they were happy and safe. All of this seemed written in stone even though it was just a discussion during a picnic in the park.

“I love you so much.” Y/N beamed. César cupped their cheeks and kissed them again.

“I love you more, baby.” He took off his gold necklace and clasped it on Y/N, before pulling them into a hug. They spent the rest of the sunny day just like that. Held in each other's arms as the gentle wind flowed around them. Imagining their life together.

Author's Note: Is it just me or was anyone else slightly disappointed with season 4?? Reblog or comment your opinions and what you thought about this post! I hope you all enjoy it! I've spent all of my free time writing so hopefully I should have a posting schedule soon. Also, when should I post these? I usually think the weekend is best sometime around 1pm, but please give me suggests! If you enjoyed this please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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biisexualemma · 3 years

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crazy. oscar diaz

word count: 1847

warnings: bit of swearing but mainly angsty/fluff

requested: ‘Hey boo could I ask for an imagine with spooky where him and reader fight like crazy with each other like they're friends but they get on each other's nerves a lot and one/both of them realised they actually like the other? And they confess? Idk yhis is dumb I guess but I like the idea of them annoying each other and arguing like crazy before realising they like each other more than they'd like to admit🥺 thank you so much if you go with this!! 💛💛’

plot: best friends / haters / lovers?

masterlist

"suck my dick!"

"gladly!" he shouted back.

your frown deepened when he said this. you groaned with frustration. he always had better comebacks than you did, it drove you crazy in instances like this (which were pretty frequent).

you turned around to leave before the conversation could escalate any further. "you know, you should really watch your mouth, mami," he shouted before you could get to the door, and you couldn't leave it alone.

spinning around, you marched back over to him with a pointed finger. "don't tell me what to do, papi," you poked at his chest as you mimicked his little nickname.

oscars eyes widened for a split second, before regaining his composure. you faltered for a second, unsure of what had just happened. his nostrils flared a little and he closed his eyes for a second. "you're the most annoying hyna i've ever met."

you paused. "so you think i'm pretty?"

he rolled his eyes. "actually, shut up."

you let out a small smile, still kinda annoyed with him, as he was with you. he shoved you away from him, shaking his head and leaving the room.

"yeah, you go to your room mister," you teased. oscar stopped in his tracks and you knew you'd probably teased him one too many times for today. you cracked a proper smile this time, in fear of what was coming. he turned around and saw your face.

he immediately marched over, grabbing your waist as you squealed. he threw you over his shoulder before tossing you onto the couch. you let out a loud laugh as he did. your teasing worked every time, he was so easy.

"asshole," you breathed in between laughs. oscar picked up a pillow and chucked it at you.

"i can't believe it took me so long to realise how much i hate you," he towered over you, you held your hands up in defence.

"no you don't," you cheesed. oscar stared at you for a moment, you held the smile on your face, before picking up the same pillow and hitting you with it again over the head. "hey!"

"get a room, please," both your heads snapped towards the front door where cesar was now standing. he rolled his eyes, dropping his school bag at the door before quickly making his way to his room. "seriously, gross."

"at least i'm not sucking his face off like you with monse!" you shouted as he slammed his bedroom door behind him. "seriously, give the girl a break!" you heard cesar shout something incoherent back which you giggled at.

oscar watched with a smug expression as you interacted with his brother. you might be the biggest pain in his ass but there was something else there. you were the only person that could get away with speaking to oscar the way you do. he kinda liked it.

you averted your attention back to oscar, who you caught staring for a split second before he could realise what he was doing. you furrowed your brows for a split second. you noticed him do this a few times, more and more often.

"whatcha' staring at papi?" you titled your head, wearing a teasing smirk. you did kind of want an answer though.

he shook his head, a tortured smile on his lips when he did. "don't call me that."

"what? you can get away with calling me mami but i can't call you papi?" you sneered. "is it some kind of obscure double standard?"

he shook his head again, ducking. "call me that one more time and see what happens," he stood towering over you. you looked up at him quizzically. you were dying to know just exactly what he would do if you said it again. and you were exactly the kind of person to find out.

"what? papi?" you quirked an eyebrow. oscar rolled his head back, laughing a little.

"don't say i didn't warn you," your eyes widened and before you could protest, he was on top of you. his hands moved to your sides and he begun relentless tickling the life out of you. you squealed, desperately trying to push his hands away in between laughter.

"ok!" you shouted, pleadingly. "ok, ok, ok!" you kicked your feet, knocking oscar off his balance and causing him to crash on top of you. you groaned, the weight of him crushing you. you let out a strained breath. "jesus christ, what do you eat? you weigh a fucking tonne," you teased. oscar choked out a laugh, pushing himself up and off you with his arms either side of you.

he paused, his face hovering just above yours. the smile slowly slipped from your lips, your eyes darting between his as he stopped to look at you. your cheeks were flushed from all the squirming and laughing, your eyes wide and stunned, and your hair was all over the place, falling over your face. oscar pushed the hair out of your face.

you gulped, before whispering. "what're you looking at—" you choked on your words a little when oscar's lips tilted closer to yours. he took this as his cue and kissed you. your eyebrows raised, letting him kiss you for a moment before you retaliated. your hand roamed to his shirt where you balled your hand into a fist around the fabric and pulled him closer.

quickly after you pulled him closer, you came to your senses and pushed him away. you squirmed underneath him, pushing him off you and standing up. oscar sat quietly, mulling over what he'd just done, he wasn't sure whether that was something he should have acted on.

"what— why'd you just kiss me?" you had your back to him, you touched your lips with your fingers. you were breathing pretty heavily. you weren't sure how you felt about it. it felt good at the time, no doubt, but now you weren't so sure it should have happened. it could potentially mess everything up.

"i—" oscar couldn't form a sentence. you spun around to see he was just as baffled as you were. you chewed your lip, trying to think of what to do or say. "i don't know— you just looked at me and i— don't know."

your heart was beating pretty fast.

"i look at you all the time, oscar," the frown on your face softened. this was oscar, your best friend. of course you knew how attractive he was, and of course you were a little bit in love with him. but you never ever considered doing anything about it because you loved your relationship the way it was, and you would never want to ruin that.

he rolled his eyes when you said this. "why do you always have to say something annoying? you were the one looking at me with your stupid brown eyes, it's not my fault i got lost in them—"

"you got lost in my eyes?" you were gaping at him. you couldn't help but tease him, it was how your relationship worked. "jesus christ oscar. we kissed once and you're talking like a— i don't even know— like a taylor swift song."

"you're so dramatic," he rolled his eyes again, gritting his teeth slightly. he hadn't given this much thought until it happened, it wasn't something he thought about too much. he'd always seen you as a friend, nothing more. he kind of had to shut off the part of his brain that thought you were unbelievably attractive because otherwise he'd be kissing you all the time. and he liked you as his friend, so that wouldn't work out. "it was just a kiss. i'm not proposing."

"damn right you won't be," you huffed, calming down a bit now the shock of it had passed through your system. "i just don't know what this means. we're supposed to be friends."

"i don't know—" oscar huffed. "does it have to mean everything? can't i just kiss you and that's that? do we have to talk about it?"

you rolled your eyes this time. "you want to sit on this and never talk about it again like you do with everything else? like that has worked out so well for you already?"

he groaned. "i take back the kiss. you're so annoying."

you were both kinda quiet for a minute as you thought about it. you didn't know how to not mock him constantly, you'd been doing it for years, you didn't know how else to talk to him.

"do you like me?" you tried to be serious for once in your life.

oscar shrugged. "i don't know— maybe. i haven't thought about it," you nodded, accepting his answer. it was pretty similar to how you were feeling. "do you like me?"

you moved to sit next to him on the couch. "i probably would if you kissed me again," you said honestly. "it was a pretty good kiss.”

oscar tried to conceal his smirk, 'cause he knew you'd make some sort of snappy comment if you saw. he hummed. "yeah it was."

you clenched your jaw, glancing at oscar who was staring at you again. your eyes moved down to his lips and back up again. you leaned closer, inches away from his face, and when he didn't pull back, you leant forward and kissed him again.

oscar kissed back almost straight away, his hands touching your waist and pulling you closer. you deepened the kiss, your hands roaming to the back of his neck so you could get as close as possible. you were practically on top of him before you had to pull away for air.

breathing heavily, you retracted your arms and stared at him kind of hopelessly. "yeah that was definitely worth doing again."

oscar couldn't help but let out a soft smile, which you couldn't help but mimic.

"you're actually really pretty when you're not being a pain in the ass," you scoffed at his comment.

"i'm pretty all the time," you nudged his shoulder, jokingly.

he hummed, shrugging. "maybe a little."

"what does this mean?"

he shrugged for a the millionth time. you wanted to shove him and tell him to use his words but you decided against it. what it meant was that he wanted to kiss you again and again, but he didn't feel confident admitting that yet.

"we'll have to find out."

"could you be more vague—"

"alright. so i like you, you like me, we just keep this up and see where it goes."

you nodded hesitantly. he reached, touching your arm gently. "don't overthink it."

you smiled a little, rolling your eyes. "alright fine."

his hand moved to your ass, pulling you over, mumbling come 'ere. which you did, you rolled over, straddling him where he sat. you sat back, watching him take all of you in. you felt like you could get used to this. it was definitely better than a smack in the face with a pillow.

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eunoiaflow3r · 4 years

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Husband Material

A/N: nothing

Warnings: fluff haha, there will be mistakes..uhmm kinda short. fem!reader.

Request: Hello gorgeous! I love your writing you truly make me feel like I’m in the moment with them! I’ve always wanted to read one of those things for Oscar about what he’d be like as a boyfriend or as a husband. @officiallyaunicorn

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Boyfriend Oscar:

he’s intimidating when you first meet him

when you two do start talking, you pretty much just know he’s a no nonsense type of guy.

with that being said, when you first met him you thought he was kind of rude at times, and you didn’t really like him much.

when you saw the way he was when he was around his brother though, that began to change your mind.

when you first started dating, although sweet at times, he was a little closed off, and that annoyed you.

as time passed though, you gently got him to break his shell and let you in.

you learned alot about who he really was, and you couldn’t have been more happy to get to know the real him.

not spooky him.

Now let’s get to the fun part..

Alone with you, he is just straight up goofy

I’m talking pillow fights, food fights...

wait

let’s talk food fights for a second...

he’s cooking for you..right?

and he won’t let you in the kitchen.

the smell of the food has made you so so hungry, and all you wanted was to just taste something.

But no, he would not let you.

Eventually, though, you had snuck a few appetizers, and he’s laugh at you and litter you face with gentle kisses before telling you to get out of the kitchen before things got out of hand.

Before you left though, you made sure to throw a little flour on him just to get a reaction.

He looked angry, but that quickly changed when he through a handful of flour at you.

By the end of the night, flour had covered the both of you, he accidentally burned the chicken, and you ended up ordering pizza.

The two of you liked watching tv shows together.

Mostly funny ones, but most of the time you could never get through them without Oscar messing with you in some way, shape, or form.

Pulling strands of your hair, pinching your sides, tickling your stomach, kissing your neck....

He loved to mess with you.

The gang liked you.

Some of them a little too much.

All Oscar had to do was give them that look, and they never even dared to look at you again.

The kids noticed a shift in “Spooky”

When Cesar told them that he was dating you, they were a bit standoff -ish.

They were glad that you brought out the good in him, but...why would anyone like him?

And Oscar thought about that sometimes.

Why would anyone want to be with a gang member?

And that was when you told him you loved him.

He tried to push you away, tried to tell you that he wasn’t safe and that -

you weren’t having it.

you promised him that you weren’t just going to walk away and that you were always gonna be with him every step of the way.

“I love you, Oscar, and I always will.”

He didn’t know what to do but kiss you, and say it back.

There was this one time -

Prophets pulled put a gun and he swore on that day he would do everything in his power to protect you and leave the gang life.

He swore on that day he was done with that life because he loved you too much to watch you get hurt.

Husband Oscar

Took some time, but he eventually left the gang.

Once he did that, he moved into a new house, and convinced you to move in with him.

You did, and everything seemed almost..normal.

Oscar started cooking full time on the rich side of town, and was bringing in legal money.

Living this way with him felt good.

Some time passed and everyday he realized he loved the way he was living, and he loved waking up to you every morning.

With that being said, he knew what he had to do.

He proposed, and of course you said yes.

That was the happiest day of your life -

the happiest day was when you actually married him.

Now you knew that you couldn’t be happier.

Husband Oscar doesn’t hold back.

Gang oscar was so much different than domestic oscar.

Who knew that you two would be arguing over something as little as who would fold the clothes, or take out the trash?

anyway

dance parties

in the living room

all the time

i’m talking all the time

and when you find out your pregnant?

He’s ecstatic

I mean literally over the moon.

He’ll never leave your side, and he’ll make sure you get anything and everything you need anywhere you need it

honestly, husband oscar is such a sweetheart

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inscribeddiatribes · 3 years

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Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz Fluff Alphabet Part 2

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I decided to finish Oscar’s fluff alphabet in honor of Valentine’s Day and the final season of On My Block being confirmed! Hope you like it :)

Fluff Alphabet Part 1 (A-M)

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N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Oscar spoils you on occasion. He isn’t necessarily the romantic or creative type, but he still wants to make you feel appreciated, so gifts it is. Oscar is heavily involved in illegal activities that help with money, but Oscar has to take care of Cesar, pay rent, and pay bills too all on his own... not quite a lot of money to spare on buying his partner everything.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Gold. Spooky frequently goes out on risky runs for his gang and there have been many times where you worry that he might not come back. He decided to let you wear his gold cross necklace to give you some peace of mind. This little interaction soon became a ritual, so now he can’t look at his necklace or the color gold without thinking about you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Oscar keeps it pretty simple most days by just using your name, but he calls you baby when he decides to be sweet or when he’s teasing you about something.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Without a doubt... his car! Spooky’s car is one of his most prized possessions. He’s had it for years and he’s quite proud that he has managed to keep it in shape for so long.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He typically spends most of his day concentrating on gang stuff and his brother (which really isn’t stopped by the rain). Whenever he has free time and it’s raining he likes to lounge around and watch tv with you. It’s pretty simple, but he really doesn’t care as long as he’s spending time with you.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

It can be kind of hard to tell when Oscar’s sad because he tends to hide it very well.

He tends to go grab a burger and sit in his car until he starts feeling better. To cheer you up, he’ll usually try to clear up his schedule a bit so he can spend some time focusing on you. It’s definitely one of the moments you’ll get to see gentle Spooky.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Oscar is pretty reserved when it comes to his parents and gang activities, but he loves talking about cooking and his brother. Spooky can be kind of hard on Cesar, but he’s still quite proud of him because he basically raised him.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

The beach, cooking, and you. His perfect day would probably be taking you to the beach and having you with him while he cooks dinner.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

You. Oscar most definitely isn’t ashamed to let everyone know that he’s with you.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

When: It would definitely be after he left the gang. That’s almost guaranteed. Oscar doesn’t want you to get hurt by being with him and being legally bound to him would probably make you a target. It’d probably take at least two years of dating before he thinks of seriously proposing.

How and where: He’d bring you to the beach and would randomly ask you to marry him. Oscar has never been one for frills or elaborate romantic plans. He wants things to feel natural and comfortable.

X = Xylophone (What’s your song?)

I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz

“Well, I won't give up on us. Even if the skies get rough. I'm giving you all my love. I'm still looking up”

Things are going to be difficult at times in your relationship. Oscar just has so much stuff going on in his life that he has to work through (emotionally and physically) that’s going to require patience from both of you. No matter what happens though, he won’t completely give up on you or the relationship.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Of course. Oscar wants to settle down, the only thing preventing him from doing that is his involvement in his gang. Once he manages to get out of that situation, marriage will definitely be on his to-do list.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A dog. Oscar constantly sees dogs roaming around in his neighborhood, but he realized that he really didn’t have the time to dedicate to one. When he leaves the gang, getting a dog would be one of his goals.

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