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A Present for Oscar 🎁pt. 1- César x Reader (Siblings)

Request: None

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 863

Warnings: Gun Mention at the end

Summary: Your brother Oscar is returning from jail and you get him a present against your other brother, César's judgement.

“César, come on.” You grin, pulling César into yet another department store.

“No, I don’t see why we’re doing this.” César groaned. “He’s just going to get locked up again the minute he gets out.”

A frown forms on your face, “Don’t say that. He said he’s going to do better. If you’re going to be rude you can go. You could’ve given me the money and let me go by myself.”

“No,” He muttered, opening the store door for you. “The block’s getting restless. I don’t need you wandering by yourself.”

You roll your eyes, “The block’s been restless ever since he left. Let’s just focus on the good things now. Oscar’s coming home, and we need to get him a present!”

César put on a small smile as you began to wander the store. He wondered how you could be so happy. Oscar wasn’t exactly bad but he definitely wasn’t good. He went to jail. For months it was just the two of you and some Santos. Sure, he was used to it, but while Oscar was gone, César had stayed. He had to hold you when you cried. He had to make sure that you were safe. César knew Oscar would do the same but he was never there to act on it.

Shaking his head, he looked through a selection of coats. He held up a dark blue one with large matte black buttons, “What about this one?”

“Hmm I don’t know,” You hold up some cologne, “What about this?”

“No, Oscar would want to pick out his own cologne.”

You smile, “I just can’t wait to see him. We need to hurry up if he’s coming home tomorrow. What do you think he would like the best? You know him more.”

“Ummm,” César scanned the department store. There were rows of clothes, different sections of shirts and pants. There was cologne and perfume on glass stands with models on posters near the displays. He always hated stores like this, ones that couldn’t focus on one item, but a selection of kitchen appliances caught his eye.

“He likes to cook, right?” César questioned. “We could get him some cooking supplies. Like a new knife set or something.”

“Yes!” You cheered, pulling him to the selection. “Let’s get him some knives.”

César looked at the different brands of shiny metal knives. They were almost pretty, gleaming under the fluorescent light bulbs. He knew Oscar would love some, but they were all so expensive. Only $20 sat crumbled in his pocket. When he raised his head to see which ones you were looking at he noticed you had left the section and were heading to the checkout center. An expensive knife set in your hands.

He quickly walked towards you, “What are you doing? Those are $70! We don’t have that much.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You smiled.

The lady behind the cash register scanned the set, “Anything else?

“Yes,” You point towards an apron with different vegetables printed on it, “I’ll like to get this too.”

“Alright! That will be $80, cash or card?”

“Cash if that’s okay,” You say pulling out some dollar bills from your wallet.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” César muttered.

“But I want to, he’s our brother César. He’s all we have so we’re going to get him a present.” You whisper, handing the cashier the bills.

The lady handed you the bag and with a “good-bye” and the two of you walked out of the store and out of the mall. The walk home was quick and silent. César’s head was filled with worries. Who knows what could’ve happened to Oscar while he was in jail. Maybe he has a shorter temper, or maybe he wants to be left alone. Either way he was afraid for your hopes to be shattered.

While he was away he didn’t allow you to see Oscar. It was a decision that broke up the previously close bond the two of you had. You tried to convince César, but he wouldn’t let up. You didn’t know, but César didn’t want you to see Oscar liked that, but now he regrets it. Maybe it would’ve been good to see Oscar, so your hopes wouldn’t be up. Believing he was the same man as before.

Unknown to César you were scared, so scared that everything would all change once he was back. You weren’t living in a delusion, you knew Oscar wasn’t the softest person, but being without him so long made you miss him, not hate him. If Oscar came back César would relax a bit. You weren’t a little kid, but César was so worried that something would happen to you. Having your biggest brother back would fix it. Even if you didn’t get Oscar back you could possibly get César back.

This was all you thought about as you fell asleep. The knife set and apron tied nicely with a blue bow sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

The next morning César woke up before you. He sat outside on the front steps on the porch. The sky was orange with a bit of blue poking out and the sun shone on his face. A breeze flowed through the trees and he watched as the leaves rustled. He tapped his foot anxiously.

You walked outside and tossed César an apple. He looked up at you.

“You need to eat.”

César sighed and took a bite out of the apple. He rested his head on the palm of his hand.

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it?” You asked, gazing up at the sky.

“Yeah,” He chewed the apple slowly.

You sat next to César. He looked tired. “Don’t tell me you’ve been out here all night. That’s not healthy.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, go inside and take a nap. I’ll stay out here and tell you when he’s here.”

César opened his mouth to argue, but he had been tossing and turning all night. Every time he went to sleep he would wake up minutes later. He got up, stopping to look at you. Sometimes he forgot that you were only two years younger. He went inside leaving you by yourself on the porch.

One hour passed, then two, then more and when César woke up he was met in a purely silent house. He rolled over in his bed, reaching for his phone and saw that it was long past 3, when Oscar was supposed to come home.

Getting up, he walked through the house calling for your name. César prepared for the worst. Walking to the door he lightly knocked, he thought he heard you shuffling inside.

“Y/N it’s okay. We don’t need him anyway, open the door. Please.”

César opened the door expecting to see you inside, but you were gone. Your radio played soft music on the nightstand. Your sheets were still crumbled from where you left them that morning. Your walls were lined with photos. Some with César, some with César ‘s friends and some with Oscar.

He felt his heart begin to beat, he ran through the small house, checking every room.

“Y/N where are you? Y/N it’s okay!” He checked the backyard. Red solo cups littered the grass, but you were nowhere near. The sun was beginning to set.

Running back inside he checked for a note, a text message, anything. He anxiously ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. In the months since Oscar had left, you had never gone anywhere without notifying someone. Suddenly he heard someone talking outside. Low, gruff voices. He grabbed a gun, and moved towards the door.

Author's Note: Comment below what y'all want me to write! I'm having a little case of writer's block lol so I'm up for anything on my masterlist. I debated posting this one or a Latrelle one, but he'll probably be next. Also, do people still read/write omb fics? I don't really use A03 but I know there wasn't many new ones on tumblr or wattpad. But, I just love writing OMB characters. Anyway I hope y'all enjoy this one! If you enjoyed this please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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spookysmujer · 2 years

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Pícara, O.Diaz

Summary: There was a time that Oscar couldn’t stand you and vice versa. Somewhere in between it became something and you his princesa.

warnings: sassy!Reader, cute s h e t, toxicity 👀

word count: 1K

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Some are born great. Some achieve greatness. And some have greatness thrust upon ‘um.

Then there’s some that will inherit greatness from a bald-headed cholo called Spooky. Or just you specifically. How the world set up this relationship is one to share as a story around the campfire, or the rundown grill that feeds the many mouths of the Santo trap house in Freeridge.

Oscar gets tired of this story but you love to tell it to remind him and everyone of your princesa status that’ll reign for all eternity. Some call you stuck up but you call it blessed.

It began with your junior year. You were one to blend with many crowds, with your impressive intelligence, quick-wit humor and overall grace. There was no one you couldn’t get along with. It was universally impossible for a single person to dislike you! Though you were certain there were some that seemed to like you but could be a different story when you weren’t around.

But for the most part, you were everyone’s bestie. Well everyone except one: Oscar Diaz. Yes, the later to be love of your life, actually despised you. So immensely that you were certain he had a “I hate Y/N!” altar in his room.

Oscar had joined the santos during the summer going to junior year and he made it painfully clear how you were not all that and bag of crackers. The way the two of you would sneer at each other in the hallways. Nasty remarks and even attempts at social embarrassment.

“Ay, she does bend over nicely!” Oscar called out once after he hit your textbooks from your grasp. You only rolled your eyes as you bent down to gather them.

Once you do, you straighten your posture and stride over to him, “Now you know what you’ll never have. Keep that tucked away in that little brain of yours, m’kay? Go ham tonight with the lotion.”

A time where you purposely flipped your lunch tray on him and he spewed curses at you. The crowd egged him on as you laughed. You pouted and flew a bunch of napkins at him, eventually strutted away unbothered.

Or when Oscar came across studying in the library and put his phone under your chair, having one of his homies play ‘Me So Horny’ by The 2 Live Crew. Everyone has moved to look at you. You were so embarrassed because you had no idea where it was coming from but it was certainly coming from where you sat. A snickering Oscar gave you a clue what it was.

The list could go on and on with how much the two despised one another, the amount of pranks pulled against each other or the names that one called the other. Junior year seemed longer than it should have with all that plus life in general.

Then came the night of senior prom. The night that changed everything between you and Oscar. It wasn’t the he asked you or anything. It’s when he stepped in during an altercation of a guy not taking no for an answer.

Oscar Diaz was many things, but he would never let a woman be disrespected like that. You thanked him but stormed off, losing all interest in enjoying the night at prom. Oscar had caught up with you on your walk back home.

“You gonna walk home in heels like that?” He asks after getting into step with you.

You only scoff and keep your arms crossed over your chest, the cold makes it hard to keep a steady breath. Upon feeling something placed over your shoulders, you stop walking: Oscars flannel. A confused face forms over and you look at him.

His eyes were soft. Pools of dark amber, glistening under the street lights. He clears his throat and looks down the street. “Let me walk you. Streets ain’t safe to walk alone.”

“I’m at the end of this street, I’m fine, really.” You say softly.

“A lot can happen. Pues, it would ease my mind to know you get in safely.” He admits and your eyes widen. Heart thumping. You smile and nod, walking with him besides you.

There were no words to describe what would come next.

Suddenly, curt nods were given instead of disgusted looks. Kind words were exchanged instead of nasty ones. Study period became excuses to talk to one another. The rest of senior year became the start of Oscar and Y/N. How everything had shifted from one night.

“Enemies to lovers, she says. Like the fuckin’ books she reads.” He comments when you finish telling the story of how you two started dating by graduation of high school.

The ladies swoon at the thought of the good girl getting a chance with the bad boy that everyone was in love with. Oscar wouldn’t admit it but it made him smile at the thought of getting that chance with you.

After a night of good company with the guys and their ladies, the two of you check in for the night. A hot shower later, you’re laying back as Oscar massages lotion into your skin. His hands are gifted, in more ways than one.

“For you.” He says, your eyes opening to see a covered box in his hands.

You’re taken by surprise but not entirely, Oscar loves to shower you with gifts. You are completely spoiled with anything you have your eye on. You even swear he can read your mind and see the things you have interest in.

You sit up and take it, opening it and feeling your mouth fall open slightly. “Purple roses and baby’s breath… just like m-”

“Floral arrangement you had at prom. Prom happened on this night 7 years ago. That night I took my chance with you.” He interrupts you, his voice faltering slightly. “I was the biggest puto to you because you were able to get anyone to like you. You were universal and I admired that shit. But I didn’t know how to say it or show you. Pero.. I’m glad I eventually did.”

The night commenced with less and less words.

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kyloswarstars · 2 years

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Campfire Confessions

On My Block • Oscar "Spooky" Diaz x Reader

A few weeks ago some really drunk make out thing between your best friend Oscar and you had happened. You stopped it before you went too far. Ever since you’ve been deeply torn by the feelings for your best friend you knew had somehow always been there but couldn’t be pushed back anymore since that incident. And Oscar, with his stares across the campfire, didn’t make it any better.

Words • 3.3 k Warnings • some cursing; smoking

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It was an incredibly hot day. Heat usually wasn’t much of a problem for you but today the sun was burning down so hard it almost melted the asphalt. You could smell the fumes, tasted them on your tongue while you were sweating out of every pore your body called its own. And if that wouldn’t have been enough already, the Santos decided to light a bonfire in the Diaz backyard as soon as the sun started to set.

The place was crowded. People were spread everywhere, occupying damaged couches and close to giving out camping chairs. Those, who hadn’t been able to save themselves a seat, were either standing around with booze in their hands or just flopping down on the parched grass.

Of course you didn’t have to sit on the ground. You were always offered a spot on one of the couches. A few minutes ago Sad Eyes had sent away the guy next to him so you could sit down. He was talking to you, tried to get your opinion on how to solve a complicated relationship problem with his girl. You weren’t listening. Occasionally you hummed some approval or nodded your head in between drinking but you didn’t pay attention. You felt a little guilty because Sad Eyes was a good friend and he was always there when someone needed help but you simply couldn’t focus on his words.

Your full concentration was on acting like everything was normal and that was a really tough task because nothing was normal.

It would be normal if you sat next to Oscar, chatting and laughing and drinking with him. But he sat directly across from you in a chair with the bonfire between you because you had fled all evening from him, adamant not to sit down next to him.

Ever since that incident a few weeks ago, which had made things not normal for you, you constantly searched for space from his proximity. And you damned your hardest to look everywhere else but at him.

An elbow to your side made your head abruptly turn to Sad Eyes. He looked at you in disapproval. „You are not even listening, are you?“

You stared at him and rummaged through your short-term memory if you could find the words he had said. Impossible. „I’m sorry.“

For a moment he thought about if he was disappointed that you didn’t listen. Then he just shrugged and got up. „Another beer?“

You nodded and as soon as he walked away another Santos took over his seat. Luckily, he didn’t strike up a conversation because you wouldn’t have contributed to that one either. You observed the backyard, stared into the flames and when you dared to move your eyes higher… Oscar’s eyes were already on you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look away once your eyes were locked with his. Those dark eyes were piercing you down with flames reflecting in them. He didn’t think about moving them away from you, too. If things were normal this would be a staring contest and the first one to look away would pay the next meal at wherever you would get takeout from.

Things weren’t normal. Oscar’s lips curled up as a reaction to your own facial expression. You were confused, thinking about the incident, and it probably showed.

A few weeks ago you got drunk. That type of hardcore getting drunk close to a blackout where you were still able to control your senses but not enough to resist what you longed for in the depths of your buried mind. Oscar and you had been on your own, which was rare because the Santos were around six out of seven nights a week.

You were watching a movie and at some point Oscar went to the kitchen to get some snacks but came back with tequila. He insisted on shots. You couldn’t recall anymore how it happened or who started but the next thing you remembered was that you kissed your best friend. Oscar and you made out in his living room. And even though being completely wasted, you had been able to stop before it got to a stage where you couldn’t pretend it never happened later on.

The heat rose to your face and it wasn’t from the campfire where some old furniture remnants were burning down to dust.

Oscar pulled his eyebrows together, lips sharp. He stood up and nodded at you. After being best friends for as long as you could remember, you knew him inside out: you were supposed to follow him.

Not a good idea. Absolutely not. You didn’t stand up from your spot. Instead you took a long sip of your beer.

„Y/N.“ Oscar called out your name. It didn’t sound threatening but it was loud enough for the people around you to take notice. He wouldn’t make a scene right there and then but Oscar was always up for surprises so you could never know for sure.

With a sigh you got up and followed him inside, through the house, outside again and reluctantly sat down next to him on the front steps.

He lit a cigarette and you stole the one from behind his ear to light one yourself.

Things weren’t normal. Neither of you had said a word about what had happened after that night.

You had been quite shocked. If you were true to yourself you knew that there was something inside of you that longed for more. That there was something more than platonic love for Oscar. But you had always suppressed it because you didn’t want to ruin the beauty of your friendship. It was like your brains were connected and worked best with a constant, very intense exchange of thoughts no matter the topic. So you never moved on those feelings deep inside of you because it would bear the risk of losing that connection with Oscar. And you were very aware that his sanity would wear extremely thin when he couldn’t discuss shit with you anymore if things ended on bad terms between you.

So you had stopped that drunk making out thing. Before you could regret it or you foolishly stormed into a ‚relationship‘ and figured out that you didn’t work out as ‚lovers‘.

„I’ve done a lot of thinking.“ Oscar’s voice dragged your brain from that night back into reality.

You took a drag of your cigarette. „About?“

He sighed. And then cursed under his breath. He tossed the remnants of his cigarette away and then did the same with your unfinished one. Oh oh. Oscar putting out cigarettes before they were smoked up was a sign of him wanting the full attention. „About the fact that I want you, Y/N.“

The faint sounds from the backyard gathering were echoing.

It wasn’t completely dark yet. There was still enough light to see his face. And his beautiful eyes. But his sight got blurry quickly when he bowed down. Oscar pressed his forehead to yours and the moment his skin was on yours, you felt your breathing stop.

Not a good idea. Not at all. A million thoughts were racing through your head. Something tried to lure you into giving in. Because he was so close and because of those feelings deep inside. And because it was Oscar.

And because it was Oscar… you couldn’t. You sighed and inhaled him. „Don’t say that, Oscar.“

„Why not?“ He didn’t move back, his skin still on yours and a hand moving to your neck to prevent you from backing away. „Wasn’t it you who always wanted the radical truth no matter the consequences?“

„Yes,“ you whispered back. „This is an exception, though.“

„It’s not.“

„It is.“ You took an attempt to free yourself from his proximity but he didn’t let you escape. „This time we could risk what I care about most. Our loyalty for each other.“

Oscar shook his head against yours and you used that movement to finally get out of his grip. He stared at you like he had thought about this conversation for a long time now.

„Do you think we would be less loyal if we finally allowed ourselves to love each other in the way we already do but haven’t admitted yet?“

As soon as the word ‚love‘ left his lips your brain went into panic mode and pure excitement at the same time. Sweat was building on your skin, made your palms wet and sent a shower down your spine. This state of mind was torture. For your part, yeah, you knew you had feelings for him. To hear Oscar stating that he had them as well made you even more torn.

„No,“ you admitted in all honesty. And inhaled. „But once we fuck this up – and one day we will – that’s when it becomes a problem.“ You got up from the front steps and brought a few feet between you. The distance helped clear your mind and focus on the important things. „I’m going insane without you and you wouldn’t make it long without me either. So no, I don’t want to risk that.“

Oscar looked at you in confusion. He knew the part of you that liked to overthink things to the point were it almost got self-destructive. Maybe that was what was happening right now but he just had to understand your point.

„So what?“ He got up, walked over and tried to block your way. Oscar also knew your preference for escaping conflicts when they got too much. It led to the two of your circling each other because you were standing in the front yard and there were 360 degrees available for your escape. „You’re scared because you don’t know what will happen in the future? You decide to forbid yourself things because of that?“

You didn’t respond.

„Did you ever think about that you might cause losing this loyalty because you decide not to follow your heart?“

„I–“ He was right. Both of you knew it. Both of you were extremely stubborn too, though. Oscar pushed you into a metaphoric corner were you wouldn’t give up in.

He sighed, rubbed his face. „We don’t know what’ll happen, Y/N.“ His hands grabbed your arms and the circling around stopped. „But I for sure know that fear is a bad reason to make decisions on.“

Your heart was longing for you to throw yourself into his arms, continue with where you had left of that one night. Your brain couldn’t back down. The fear was real, at least it felt like it. The many what-ifs made everything else fade into the background.

„I can’t,“ you said firmly.

Oscar swallowed and waited for a few seconds if you really didn’t change your mind. When you didn’t say anything else in the next minute, the second and third minute, he dropped his hands. „Okay.“ He turned and walked off to the backyard.

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It had been the right decision. That night you felt horrible after Oscar left you standing there. The next day, when you met up for the usual Sunday lunch with his brother, everything was back to normal. Like nothing, absolutely nothing ever happened. Not the night before and certainly not the night where you had made out.

So far so good.

Until the weeks went by and you noticed how easily you let yourself get pulled into small problems. How you blew them up just to distract yourself from this slowly growing void in your chest. Small conflicts with your family, bigger arguments with Oscar and getting totally upset by all the things in this world going wrong which you couldn’t change.

And then you hid under your blanket every night, ashamed of how you behaved.

But it didn’t get easier. So you skipped every other night of the Santos gatherings. At those few you attended, you only lingered around, drank your drinks and… watched Oscar hooking up with this same girl over and over again.

You had to watch how she sat on his lap and how he grabbed her thigh, how he shoved his tongue into her mouth and how he caught you staring still throat deep into her.

When she started to call him her man as if to claim her territory, that’s when it began to really crush you. Her being all hands around him and Oscar totally engaging with it.

It turned out to be as he had predicted. You drifted apart because you tried to hold onto what had been between you in the past. But that wasn’t what was between you in the present anymore.

The more often you saw him with this girl, the more obvious it got. What was happening right now was exactly happening because you didn’t take that risk. In the life you lived you had to take many risks and Oscar was never one you wanted to take. And thinking you wouldn’t lose him if you followed our brain, not your heart, was exactly what drifted him away from you.

You zoomed out more often and you couldn’t really make it stop. At work, taking the bus, in line for checkout.

Another Friday night came up. You lay in bed, faced the ceiling, tried to not think of Oscar but whenever you finally were able not to think about him, you were brought right back to him.

The phone on your bedside table went off. Texts, questioning if you would come tonight or not. You didn’t want to.

She’s not gonna be here tonight, Sad Eyes added after you had left him on read for too long. For a second you were shocked to see those words. Then it didn’t surprise you that he might have figured out why you had been so absent the past weeks. He knew Oscar and you pretty well.

With a groan you got out of your bed and contemplated if it was worth it changing into other clothes. It wasn’t. Hoodie and shorts were fine for a Diaz backyard gathering.

Only a handful of people were there when you arrived. But the fire was burning, high.

You flopped down on a couch and pulled your bare legs up, the fire warming them. Someone sat down next to you with a thud. You turned your head to Oscar who handed you a can of beer. For a second you wanted to decline, go home and hide under your blanket. But that little tug at his lips made you take the can and open it.

A little while both of you stayed silent. You stared into the flames all while trying to ignore that Oscar closed the distance between you a little more every other minute. Until there wasn’t an inch between you anymore and his thigh burned hot against yours.

He cleared his throat. „So,“ he whispered carefully, only for your ears to hear it, „is this how you wanted us to be? Distant? Not sharing secrets anymore?“ It hit right in your guts.

„No,“ you bit your lips.

„Huh.“ Oscar scoffed. He didn’t send angry vibes – stressed out ones. „It’s not too late, you know?“

„For what?“ You turned to him and found him staring at you. Oh, how his face glowed, illuminated by the fire.

Oscar smirked: „To kiss me.“

The sudden pull towards him, created by his words, made you jump up. The sudden move was even for you a little shocking. So… you stormed off. His footsteps following you didn’t make you come far. Around the next corner, he made you stop with a hand around your wrist. „Wait“, he softly turned you around.

Out of breath. Out of excuses and blankets you could hide under. Out of your mind you stared at him. „What about your hyna?“

„She’s not mine and I’m not hers,“ he stated, simple as that and you believed him. Within the last couple of weeks he, damn it, he had fooled you to realise it all.

„I’m not gonna kiss you or anything, Oscar.“

Laughter was filling the darkness. His deep-out-of-the-belly one. You loved that one so much because it was rare. And contagious.

„Am I a fucking clown or what’s so funny?“ This time, though, it didn’t make you laugh yourself. It made you furious.

„Last time you said that, you kissed me a minute later.“

It took a little while to sink in. To go back in memory, view the night before your eyes. Tequila blurred memories of pushing Oscar away because he tried to touch your face over and over again. Pushing him away when his lips brushed against your cheek. Telling him, that you wouldn’t kiss him. Trying to resist him. And then finally giving in and being the one to kiss him.

„I’m not repeating my mistakes.“

„No, you’re not.“ Oscar stepped closer and placed his hands in your neck. He wanted to prevent you from escaping again. „That’s why you’ll do it. To correct the way bigger mistake of thinking that not giving into your feelings would be the way to make sure we would always stick together.“

The heart inside your chest ached. Because he was right. It was torture to accept it but even more torture to slowly drift away and eventually lose him. Sometimes, you had to jump, not knowing what would be next, right? Sometimes, that was the only way to survive.

You closed your eyes. His body wasn’t touching yours, only his hands on your neck. Your brain was still screaming at you but the longer this distance between your bodies existed, the more your heart just wanted pull him in. So you did.

When you opened your eyes, you tiptoed and pressed your lips on his. For a few seconds he didn’t kiss back, probably startled that it was actually happening. But when Oscar understood that this time, you wouldn’t back out, his tongue welcomed yours and his hands were all over your body. You stumbled back, crashed into the house wall behind you, but didn’t stop kissing him.

Oscar eventually drew back to look at you. To study your face and trace along your cheek. A faint smile tugged at his lips. You were scared but also very much excited.

He kissed your temple and instead of heading back for your lips, he wrapped his arms around you tightly. There hadn’t been a hug ever since that tequila night and only now you realised how much you had missed his protective arms. You swivelled around, felt his hands lightly brush your back and then tiptoed to kiss his neck every so quickly. The little tease brought his lips finally back to yours and within another break, when he stared at you, Oscar wanted to say something but didn’t. And he didn’t have to say it out loud because you already knew.

Fear is a bad reason to make decisions on.

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bxthharmon · 4 years

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New Story?

so ik i havent finished White Butterflies but i had an idea for an oscar diaz fic (spooky from on my block) and i want to know if anyone would be interested?

so its about spooky and a prophet$ girl, who had history in high school and she had his kid when he was in prison, obv lying to the prophet$ abt the father. it would be set over a long time, like including all three seasons (spoilers?) and it’d be pretty romeo and juliet but i havent seen any fics like it so idk? anyone interested?

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biisexualemma · 2 years

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sleep. oscar diaz

word count: 1.6k

warnings: language

request: hiii ;)) could you do an imagine where Spooky falls for the reader who has a brother in the gang? thank you xx

a/n: not sure if this is exactly what was in mind when the request was made but it’s what i wrote anyway! hope you like! also sorry about this gif it literally breaks my heart every time i see it but i couldn’t find a better one that fit yikes

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you sat up, eyes glued to the television that hummed quietly, lighting the dark room. your eyelids drooped every so often but you could not will yourself to fall asleep. you sighed, tucking your legs under yourself, holding a bowl of cereal in your hands as you continued to munch on your midnight snack. you hardly noticed when oscar came plodding into the living room until he moved in front of the tv.

your eyes moved upwards to him, his eyes tired and hair tousled from how he had been sleeping. his eyes squinted a little before he moved to sit next to you on the sofa. he relaxed into the cushion, holding out his arm which you fell back into.

"can't sleep?" he murmured, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. you shook your head, putting down your bowl before cuddling into his chest. you listened to his steady heartbeat for a while, your eyes drooping slightly as you relaxed.

"no," you mumbled a soft reply, tucking your face away from him. his free hand grazed your cheeks, moving loose strands of hair out of your face. "didn't mean to wake you, m'sorry."

"s'alright," he shook his head, leaning against the top of your head, breathing in your scent. "jus' can't sleep without you anymore."

you hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his clothed chest. you revelled in the comfort of having oscars arms securely wrapped around you, letting your arm drape over his stomach. he pressed a kiss into your hair, holding you tighter for a second. you sat in silence for a while, your mind was overworking itself again, why you couldn't sleep properly in the first place.

as much as you tried to focus on what you had, you couldn't help but think about everything that had changed and worsened since oscar got jumped out of the gang. it had never bothered you much, what he did for a living, your brother had been involved in that lifestyle for as long as you could remember. you were used to it. but oscar had come to the end of his tether, he took his out and took you with him.

you were happy to leave, you had always wanted to do more, wanted more from your life than oscar could have given you if he had stayed. and you wanted more for oscar.

but leaving meant oscar was cut out completely. cesar wouldn't talk to him anymore, after everything they'd been through. and sad eyes, your own brother, wouldn't so much as look at either of you. oscar being cut out extended to you somehow and you were struggling to accept that. it had been you and your brother for a really long time, and now to have no contact, for him to act like you don't even exist, was messing with you a little.

"you're quiet," he mumbled, his cheek smushed against the top of your head. "what you thinking about, mami?"

"nothin'," you didn't want to dredge up this conversation again. there was nothing you could do to change the situation and you weren't about to make oscar feel bad about it. you knew he already felt pretty guilty about tearing up your family, no matter how many times you told him that you chose him.

"y'sure?" he nudged you gently. you hummed. his hand moved to your face, cupping your cheek to move your head back so he could look at you. his eyes darted between your eyes and you bit down on the bottom of your lip. "what's botherin' you?"

you shook your head softly. "nothin' i promise--"

your whole body jolted when the banging started outside, your eyes went wide, oscars hand moved to your head, pulling you down and shielding you. "get down!" he shouted to you, pushing you further down till you were out of the shot of the window and onto the floor.

you felt oscars hands leave you once you were safe. you glanced up to see he'd grabbed the gun he kept hidden nearby and was moving to the door. "no," you mumbled, scrambling to get back on your feet. you startled again when there was another bang, covering your head with your arms but you saw no impact anywhere. it wasn't gun shots. oscar had already sussed this and was making his way outside.

you could hear some kind of commotion, following him to the doorway. maybe you were being stupid but you weren't going to lose him any time soon. you wouldn't allow it.

but as you got to the doorway you noticed a round of familiar faces. cesar was busy bashing in the headlights of your car and your brother, standing idly by watching him do it. "hey!" you shouted, following oscar along the footpath leading down your lawn. "what the hell do you think you're doing, pendejos?"

your eyebrows were knitted tightly, your eyes darting between your brother and cesar. cesars eyes met yours, they were cold and unforgiving and most of all, angry. you weren't used to seeing him like this, you missed the sweet little kid you used to hang out with all the time. this wasn't like him at all.

"doesn't concern you, puta," you quirked an eyebrow listening the name fall spitefully from his lips. you took a step closer to him, ready to scald him but as you did, the rest of the gang, including your brother, took a step closer to you.

"you better watch your mouth, mano," oscar scalded his younger brother, eyebrows knitted tight. he wore an expression you hadn't seen for a while, not since he left.

"you better watch that hyna, cabrón," your eyes moved to your brother who had made the comment. you gulped on the lump in your throat, watching as he looked passed you and to oscar. his eyebrows knitted, lips pulled into a tight frown.

"you wanna go there, hermano? eh?" you lost your temper for a second, marching over to him and shoving at his chest. nobody touched you. nobody had been allowed to touch you when oscar was head of los santos, your brother his second in command. somehow those rules still seemed ingrained in the other santos members. all but one, who seemed to be new because you didn't recognise his face. his hand moved to your shoulder, pushing you back away from your brother. you towered over this kid he was so small, slapping his hand away. "quién mierda eres tú?"

you were surprised when sad eyes grabbed the kids shirt and yanked him away from you. you narrowed your eyes, clearly upset by everything that was happening. you didn't understand why they had to be such assholes about everything.

oscars hand moved to your waist, pulling you away from the gang of santos that you fearlessly were hovering in front of, clearly looking for a fight. "get the fuck out of here, todos ustedes."

cesar teared his eyes away from you and back to his brother. "watch your back, hombre," he teased, backing up, his gang of goons following him. "mantente fuera de mi negocio," he spat on the ground. "doesn't concern you anymore.”

your chest was rising and falling quickly, pushing oscars hands from your waist after they’d left. you turned your back on them and oscar, stomping your feet as you moved back inside. oscar followed behind you.

“i can’t believe those two,” you couldn’t help but raise your voice, all your frustration and upset was coming out after the confrontation. “fuck them— fuck los santos— i never want to see either of them again.”

you were rambling, your anger pouring out of you all at once. your throat tightened, running your hand through your hair and tugging on the roots.

“i know,” oscar mumbled, trying to approach you with a level of caution. “c’mere, mami,” he closed in, reaching out to you with open arms. you shook your head, your palm against your forehead, trying to disguise the tears forming in your eyes. “ma, c’mon,” oscar spoke softly, he was calm all things considered.

you caved, letting him engulf you in a hug. one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other against the back of your head, tucking you in closer. you sniffled, resting against his chest, arms slowly moving around his torso. you squeezed him, taking a deep breath and giving yourself a minute to calm down a little.

“‘this what’s been keeping you up?” you were gripping the back of his shirt in your fist when he spoke again, not wanting him to pull away anytime soon. you just nodded, snivelling again. you felt a lot calmer after only a few minutes, oscar was pretty good at that. he tucked his head into the top of your head, lingering a kiss there. “m’sorry, hermosa. i know this is hard on you too.”

you shook your head, forcing yourself to pull back just a little so you could meet his eyes. “i chose you,” you reminded him. “‘n’ i don’t regret that,” your nose was tinted red, eyes still wet from tears and your face flushed from all the yelling. oscar frowned at the sight, squeezing you a bit tighter. “but i miss my brother, no matter how big of an asshole he is. and i know you miss cesar as much as i do, if not more.”

“they need time, they’ll come around,” he wasn’t sure they would, but it was what you needed to hear, and maybe he needed to hear it too. he pressed a short kiss to your forehead. “pero por ahora, y espero por siempre, eres mi vida, mi familia,” he mumbled against your flushed skin.

“te quiero,” you mumbled quietly, tilting your head back to catch your lips against his. “siempre.”

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themuselesswriter · 3 years

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Imagine: It’s Halloween and the core four decides to get out of Freeridge for trick and treating, their parents said it was okay as long as you go with them to supervise

“How do I look?”

“You look gorgeous mijo, do me a favor and stay this adorable forever?”

“I think we should split up and gather as much candy as possible”

“I think not!”

“Y/N, look! Full size kitkats!”

“Yay, you guys are doing great”

“What the hell happened? Told you this shit was a mistake”

“Here comes the drama, mi amor it’s all good we are fine”

#original character #omb #on my block #cesar diaz #jamal turner #monse finnie #ruby martinez #omb olivia #omb season 1 #lil spooky #oscar spooky diaz #oscar diaz #spooky diaz #imagine #halloween #omb imagine #y/n #x y/n #Museless Imagine

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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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2000sbitch · 4 years

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Birthday Sex (Sad Eyes X Reader)

A/N: I forgot who requested this i’m sorryyy ! and i don’t like this very much it’s really rushed and ugh

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Language

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙂𝙄𝙁 𝙗𝙮: @merakiaes

You and Ramiro just arrived in Vegas. He knew you always wanted to take a trip down here, so he planned your 21st birthday around his busy lifestyle. He invited all of the other Santos and their hynas and planned to go to some grand opening of a brand new club.

Ramiro got you both one of the best hotels. You were his girl and you deserve the best and he was gonna give you that.

You decided to relax in y'all's room before going out. Taking a nap, Ordering room service, Watching Tv before you had to start getting ready. Taking a quick shower while Ramiro got your gifts ready. He smiled looking down at your gifts, a beautiful new set of lingerie black his favorite color on you and a gold plated necklace.

Walking out the bathroom fresh out the shower a smile on your face as you saw the gifts spread across the queen sized bed.

“Babe you didn’t have to do this.” You say looking down at everything. Walking behind you Ramiro wraps his arms around your waist kissing your cheek.

“Te lo mereces mami” he mumbles against your neck, placing kisses down to your shoulders.

Letting out a whimper you press your ass back against him immediately feeling his already hardened member.

“You’re so Beautiful bebe” he says, turning you around to face him.

“Mmm thank you, you gonna give me the best birthday sex ever papi?” You ask running your hands over his bare chest.

“Damn baby you can’t wait till later?” he smirks tugging on your towel letting it fall to the ground.

“umm no i don’t think i want to” you smile lying back onto the bed pulling Ramiro on top of you.

Pushing onto his knees “Want me to fuck you mami?” he says trailing kisses down your body appreciating all your curves and scars.

“Y-yes p-please” you moan out as he teases your fold with his fingers.

Ramiro makes a quick move out of his boxers

“I got you mami.” he says, as you feel his tip against your entrance.

Slowly pushing into you and bottoms out, allowing you to take a breath. Waiting for a second as he repeats this action over and over again, increasing speed each time.

As Ramiro continued to thrust into you at a rapid pace, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass. Groaning “Fuck baby i love you” as he felt your walls tightening around his length. “I love youuu p-papi” you moan out gripping onto the sheets.

You came first, Releasing onto his dick. Before he pulled out pumping his member a few times shooting his load onto your chest and stomach.

Leaning down placing kisses onto your face as he brought you close to his chest. You sighed into the crook of his neck coming down from the orgasm your man just gave you.

“feliz cumpleaños mami te amo“

#sad eyes x reader #sad eyes x y/n #sad eyes smut #sad eyes imagine #sad eyes blurb #sad eyes omb #sad eyes on my block #on my block #on my block imagine #netflix on my block #omb season 3 #omb #santos #freeridge #cesar diaz #cesar diaz on my block #spooky diaz #spooky diaz on my block

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eunoiaflow3r · 4 years

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I am sorry but I have a huge problem with writers saying they are writing for y/n but then put “pink” nipples, and “pink,” cl*t. And then when the readers get upset about it, they’re just like, “I can write how I want. Don’t bash me because I’m not writing for poc.” Bitch! That’s not what we are saying!!!!!

Y/N is a term used so that EVERYONE no matter what gender, race, and religion can read it. If you know that your fics contain details that diminishes that concept, I suggest putting a label in your warnings or author notes so that the audience is aware that your fic is not for them.

However, if you want more readers, and you want more people to be comfortable reading your writing, I suggest not describing the color of said nipples and cl*t.

Just don’t play the victim when people are coming to you because you never put a fucking warning.

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marvelous-imagines-for-all · 4 years

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“Siempre” Oscar x Plus Size Reader OnMyBlock

Based on: “Can you do a Oscar diaz imagine? Where he thinks the reader might break up with him because she's so distant. So he trys spending more time with her but shes still being distant but it's only because she thinks he's going to break up with her and she doesn't want to push her luck with him. Idk if that sounds dumb or not but I would love if you do it for me :) no rush, take your time”

“hey could you do a really cute and fluffy oscar imagine with a shy plus size reader. thanks and love your writing!”

Author: Alana

“I mean, we could always just do a movie night this evening?” Oscar offered, peaking his head outside the bathroom while brushing his teeth.

“Uh, I wish I could, but I forgot that I have a thing to do later.” You lied, avoiding eye contact with Oscar.

You grabbed your pair of fitted high waisted jeans and pulled them on along with your favorite top. You were never one to wear fitted clothes. That is, until you met Oscar. He always built up your confidence in yourself. He encouraged you to show off your beautiful voluptuous body. Because your body is a part of who you are as a person.

You finished changing your clothes and walked towards the door.

Oscar finished brushing his teeth and followed you outside of the room. “Is something wrong, baby? I didn’t think you had any plans today.”

You tried not to make direct eye contact with Oscar, because you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be seeing those eyes much longer. It would only hurt you more if you ignored what was bound to happen soon.

You smiled softly and glanced at Oscar’s eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine! I just got a text from my mom, reminding me that I promised to help her with something.” You continued your lie. “But I’ll catch you later, Oscar.” You finished, turning and walking outside.

Oscar watched you skeptically and gently grabbed your hand, turning your to him. “Hey, wait.. no kiss goodbye??” He smirked a little.

You felt your heart flutter. What if this is our last kiss though? You silently wondered as you watched Oscar’s lips. Then you better make it a memorable one, (y/n). You encouraged yourself.

You cupped Oscar’s cheek with one hand and placed your soft lips against his rough ones. You felt Oscar smile against your lips as he wrapped an arm around your waist, deepening the kiss.

You relaxed into the kiss, almost losing yourself into the bliss. You quickly became aware of your actions and abruptly pulled away from the kiss.

Clearing your throat, you fixed a piece of your hair that had fallen into your face. “I really should get going. I don’t want to keep mom waiting. Bye, baby.” You quickly walked off before Oscar could say anything.

Oscar frowned as he watched you speed off. He walked back into the house and looked at Cesar, who was sitting shirtless at the kitchen table and eating cereal. “Hey, can I ask you something, mano?” Oscar questioned, sitting across from Cesar.

Cesar watched Oscar cautiously, “Okay, this must be bad if you actually want to talk to me about something personal.” Cesar joked, finishing his cereal.

Oscar rolled his eyes before continuing, “It’s about (y/n). I think she wants to break up with me.” He admitted, sighing and rubbing his hand over his head. He noticed Cesar’s confused face and went on, “The last I checked, she didn’t have plans for today. But when I tried to plan a date for us, she clearly lied and talked about some made up plans with her mom.”

“How do you know she was lying?” Cesar questioned, getting up to put his bowl in the sink.

Oscar motioned to his nose, “She scrunches her nose when she is lying. She doesn’t notice that she does it, but I’ve caught on to it. Then when she was leaving, I kissed her and she seemed to enjoy it, but then she pulled away and ran off.”

Cesar let out a small chuckle, “She ran away from you? Well that’s something new.”

Oscar glared and stood up, “This isn’t funny, mano! I think (y/n) is going to break up with me. She’s been distancing herself so much lately. It’s like she can’t bear being around me.” Oscar lowered his head, defeated. “What am I going to do?” He questioned quietly to himself more than Cesar.

Cesar looked at Oscar with guilt. Walking up to his brother, he put his hand on Oscar’s shoulder, “I’ll help you figure this out.”

“I just really don’t think he’s that into me anymore, Jasmine.” You spoke timidly, playing with your bracelet as you sat on Jasmine’s bed. “What if he doesn’t love how curvy I am even though he says he does. What if that’s why he’s going to break up with me?” You began to feel panic rise in your chest.

Jasmine sat down next to you and placed her hands over yours, “Girl, you are at least a 10/10 and ain’t nobody capable of putting a damper on your worth. I guarantee you are rocking Oscar’s world. And if you aren’t? Well you don’t want that boy anyways if he don’t love you for you!”

You nodded your head a little, taking in Jasmine’s words. “That’s true.. but, Jaz.” You let out a sigh, “I really want to be with him, but he’s been so distant lately. Then suddenly he wants to go out on a date. And the only thing I could think about was, what if he’s taking me out to break up with me?” You looked over at Jasmine, sadly.

Jasmine shook her head, “Then you need to call him out on his shit and let it be known he’s hurting you! All I know is Oscar ain’t about to be embarrassing my baby girl out on a date. You need to confront his ass ASAP!”

You let out a quiet laugh and bit your lip, “Okay, I’ll let him know I’m free tonight.”

“That’s my girl.” Jasmine smiled, gently nudging you.

You grabbed your phone and sent Oscar a text, “I’m available for tonight. I’ll meet you at your place. We need to talk.” You sent off the text message and took a deep breath. “I can do this.”

“I can’t do this.” Oscar said, reading the text and looking at Cesar worried. “She said we need to talk!! She’s going to break up with me, Cesar!” Oscar yelled, pacing around the room.

“Hey, cálmate. Everything is going to work out, Oscar. You can tell by the way she looks at you that (y/n) loves you.” Cesar tried to comfort his older brother. “Just tell her exactly what you told me earlier. Be honest about how you’ve been feeling lately.” Cesar offered a small smile.

Oscar nodded and stood up. “Okay, I’ll do that. But if it backfires-“ Oscar began to threaten.

“You’ll kill me, I know.” Cesar finished for him, rolling his eyes. “Good luck on your date. I’m hanging out with Jamal and Ruby tonight. I’ll see you later.” Cesar waved as he walked out of the house.

You gingerly knocked on the front door of the Diaz residence.

The front door swung open, revealing Oscar with his charming smile. A smile that very few people get to experience. You couldn’t help but to smile at seeing him.

“Hi..” you muttered, still smiling up at Oscar and stepping inside the house.

Closing the front door, he responded, “Hi, mi amor. How are you? You said you... needed to talk..?” Oscar spoke the words slowly and carefully, almost afraid that if he said one wrong word, you would just walk out.

It’s now or never, (y/n). You reminded yourself.

You gently grabbed Oscar’s hand and guided him to the couch. Oscar followed quietly. He sat down and gently began to bounce his knee in anticipation, the wait was killing him. What were you going to say? What did you need to talk about?

You took a deep breath and finally allowed yourself to stare deeply into Oscar’s eyes. You saw all the pain and worry and love that he had for you all at once.

“Oscar-“

“Are you breaking up with me??” Oscar blurted out with wide eyes. He didn’t wait for a response. “Am I doing something wrong? Am I not giving you enough attention?” Oscar’s voice began to quiver, “Am I not enough?” He asked you softly, looking at you with doe eyes.

In this moment, Oscar was the most insecure he had ever been. He finally found a good woman and it seemed like she was unhappy. He watched you with a pained expression on his face, just waiting for this moment to be over with. That sunken feeling remained in his stomach as he awaited your response.

Your heart broke at Oscar’s expression. You quickly pulled Oscar into your arms and you held him. “Don’t you ever question if you’re enough. You are more than enough, Oscar.” You looked down at him. “I never intended on breaking up with you, papí. I thought you were breaking up with me..” you spoke, tilting his chin up to you.

Oscar furrowed his eyebrows, “But you’re the one who’s been distancing themself?”

“That’s because you began distancing yourself first?” You informed your confused boyfriend.

Oscar sat up straight and stared at you, “Okay, wait a minute. So you’re saying that you’ve been distancing yourself because you thought I was going to break up with you.” He paused and watched your face for confirmation. You nodded your head and he continued, “And I’ve been distancing myself because I thought you were going to break up with me. But I tried to plan a date for us so that I could try to make things better. So I could show you how much I love you..” Oscar admitted, taking your hand gently and kissing your knuckles.

“Well don’t I feel like an idiot.” You spoke shyly. “This whole thing came from a big misunderstanding. That shows how great our communication skills are.” You remarked sarcastically, giving a small laugh.

Giving your hand a gentle squeeze Oscar spoke, “I would be a fool to ever break up with you, (y/n). You’re the woman I want to have a future with. Future wedding, future home, and many many future children.” He finished, kissing you meaningfully.

You giggled against his lips and whispered, “Many future children sound expensive.. I don’t know if I would like that.” You joked, gently scrunching your nose.

Oscar took note of your nose scrunch and smiled more to himself, “Something tells me that you wouldn’t mind, mi amor.” He kissed you softly once more before pulling away. “How about we have that movie date?” Oscar offered, standing up and making his way over to the tv.

You smiled excitedly and hopped off of the couch, “I’ll go get extra blankets and snacks!”

You ran to the bedroom and grabbed as many blankets that you could fit into your arms. You wobbled back out into the living room with blankets and a few pillows practically falling out of your arms.

Oscar chuckled at you and you gave a cheeky smile before dropping all of the items onto the couch.

While Oscar finished setting up the movie, you grabbed a few snacks from the kitchen and placed them on the coffee table.

Once finished, He walked over to you, snaking his arm around your waist. He tugged you closer and smiled as he made you this promise, “I promise that we will get better at communicating, Bebe. Nothing is going to take me away from you.” He swore, looking down at you with loving eyes.

“And I will hold you to that, Diaz.” You smiled, kissing his cheek. “But right now, it’s time for the movie!”

Oscar playfully rolled his eyes and sat on the couch. You went to sit next to him, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto his lap.

“You almost sat in the wrong seat, baby girl.” Oscar smirked, gently squeezing your thighs.

You blushed and looked away from Oscar. You still weren’t used to him accepting your body type. It gave you butterflies, yet such a feeling that you were truly loved. All of you!

Relaxing into your boyfriend’s arms, he began tracing small shapes onto your thigh, calmly. He rested his chin on your shoulder so that he could watch the movie while cuddling his baby girl.

As the movie started, Oscar whispered one final thing into your ear, “I love you, (y/n). Siempre.”

You looked over your shoulder at him and kissed him passionately, “I love you too, baby boy. Always.”

Turning your attention back to the movie, you smiled to yourself, knowing that this is the man you are going to spend the rest of your life with.

From that day forward, the relationship dynamic had changed completely. Everything from that point on would be better.

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stvolanis · 17 days

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hii, i was wondering if you could do a spooky x reader where maybe he got caught up with like the prophets or something, and reader helps him clean up his cuts and scrapes. basically just straight up fluff, bc regardless we all know spooky is a softie 😭

hi! tysm for this cute lil request!💞

It was unreasonably late when you heard the faint sound of pounding on your front door, your mind wandering to every possibility of what could be happening. You crept out of bed on the tips of your toes as you edged further and further to the front door where the knocking began to sound more—desperate. Your fearful eyes peeking through the heavy curtains, the goosebumps risen on your skin uncomfortably. A sigh of relief escaping your lips when you come to find out that it’s just your boyfriend—with seemingly deep cuts and bruises scattering his skin, along with the minimal swelling of a busted lip.

you quickly flung the door open, wasting no time in dragging him inside the comfort of your home before locking the door behind the both of you. Your hands cupped his face, inspecting the rest of his body to see how much damage was done. “Oscar, baby, what’ve I told you? Huh?” You scolded with furrowed brows like an angry mother. He clicked his tongue before plopping himself down onto your couch. “Had to. They were dealin’ to kids, you know how that shit goes.” You were upset, rightfully so, as this wasn’t the first time he’s shown up like this.

you dug through the cabinets in your kitchen under the sink before grabbing hold of a basic aid kit. “You can’t keep scaring me like this, Oscar. What’s next? Bullet wounds? What then? You know I worry about you and—I—I just—“ you stumbled over your words, tears lining your eyes and blurring your vision. Spooky let out a sigh before gently pulling you in to sit on his lip, pressing sweet kisses to your temple. “I know, mamas, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He cooed quietly, rubbing the small of your lower back soothingly.

“You have to promise me. Promise that’ll never happen.” You muttered into his neck. The wet of your tears rubbed into his skin, but he didn’t care. “I promise, mi reina. I pinky promise.” He said as he kissed your shoulder, interlocking his pinky with yours. He lifted your face from his neck, wiping the remaining tears from your flushed cheeks. “You gonna patch me up, sweet girl?” He asked with a smile.

You nodded, moving from his lap to get the first aid. You opened it, grabbing cotton before pouring rubbing alcohol onto it. “S’ gonna sting.” You muttered, as if this wasn’t an often occurrence he was used to. He hummed in acknowledgment with a smile, feigning a hiss when you pressed it to the scar on his arm. You rolled your eyes with a little giggle, and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

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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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spookysmujer · 2 years

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Thru Your Phone, O. Diaz

Summary: Oscar accidentally likes one of your old IG pics and you won’t let him live it down.

warnings: fluff, shy!Oscar 🐱, s w e e t ending

word count: 1.5K

a/n: hi everyone, it’s been a minute! I hope you’ve all been enjoying the new year. I know how tough things have been since this pandemic started so if all you did was simply survive these couple of years: I am so proud of you. If you made a big commitment and did big things: I am also so proud! Let’s live 2022 with good vibes only. As always: please consider following the blog, heart/comment/reblog my content and turning on the notifs for when I post! T h a n k y o u 💖

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There isn’t a single female in Freeridge that doesn’t wish to be desired by Oscar Diaz. The man is full of charisma and can say enough without saying anything at all. He’s the whole package. The right concoction of a good man gone bad.

And Oscar, himself, knows himself how desired he is too. But what does the santo, himself, desire? Perhaps a nice little treat from you.

You were just an law-abiding citizen trying to get by in life. Unfortunate for you to be born in a town like Freeridge where the opportunities are limited but you’ve found a way to make do. A decent job, a small studio and occasional yoga class on the weekends. Peace of mind or something like that.

This isn’t how you foresaw your life at 25 but you get by and that’s a lot more than many can say so you were thankful and didn’t complain.

It’s a Tuesday night and you’re mindlessly flipping through magazines and enjoying the night off. You decided to tidy up your small area when you stumbled across your high school yearbook, which distracted you from your intended cleaning.

“Oh goodness.” You snicker to yourself, looking through and see the younger, foolish version of yourself. The many faces that you’ve seen come and go since high school. One of those faces sticking out to you, the one that sports a shaved head and teardrop tattoo below his eye.

Your mind wonders about him for a moment or two before flipping the pages.

Oscar had a long day and wanted to sleep the rest of the week away. Shit’s been constant and to come home to a half empty fridge, mess of a house and hermanito giving him attitude, pues, Oscar needs something to distract his mind.

He’s fresh out of a steaming shower, at least he has that, with his towel resting on his hips and laying back in his bed. His thumb sliding up on his phone screen as he scrolls through instagram. If it’s a distraction he seeks then there isn’t anything better than seeing other’s making fools of themselves on the internet.

There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. But he does stumble upon a picture of green scenery. It’s a simple picture of an open field that a lot of people find themselves at.

He didn’t plan to linger until he realized the profile it belonged to.

Oscar hesitates for a moment before clicking on your name. Your face suddenly appears, many different pictures of you do. Some food shots, some scenery, some family but he scrolls over to the pictures of you. The way your eye twinkles, how your smile is a bit lopsided but still wholesome.

It’s been years, 7 years to be exact, since he’s really seen you. Sure, there have been moments he’s seen you. Sometimes passing by on the streets or at the bodega. But years since he’s really been in the same space as you.

He smirks to himself as he scrolls to a picture from over a year ago. You’re in a nice little number, fabric on you like a second skin and mangonada drink in your hand. Oscar can’t deny feeling his manhood twitch upon seeing it. He clears his throat as he felt himself staring a little too long.

Oscar snaps out of it but doesn’t do so gracefully as his finger slips and hits his screen twice. A red heart appearing and making his own heart skip a beat. “Fuck.”

After your delayed cleaning is resumed, you cook and then do a ‘works’ unwind in the shower. Hair wash, shave, skin care and music to assist you in the feel good department. When you crawl in bed and notice the lone notification from that shaven head cholo, your heart skips a quick beat.

Your brows furrow as your mind ponders. The last time you spoke with him seems like an eternity ago. When you open the notification, you are met with nothing. As if he didn’t like anything but you were certain that his name popped up with ‘liked your post’ before you unlocked your device.

“Hm…” You refresh your IG but again nothing pops up. It’s a moment later when you put two and two together. Was Oscar stalking your page and accidentally liked an old post of yours? That could be the only explanation for if it were your most recent post then for what reason would the like disappear or be taken back?

You’re guilty of going through other’s profiles and have committed the ‘old post’ like. It’s extremely embarrassing as no matter how quick you un-like it, the user will get a notification. Then you are branned as a fucking weirdo for looking at their old post.

Instantly, a grin forms on your face and you laugh to yourself. You wonder what photo it was that he accidentally liked.

All thoughts of Oscar accidentally liking an old picture disappeared overnight. When you woke the next day, all you thought about was getting through your early morning shift. Despite having to haul ass out of your house by 5:30AM, being off by 3:00PM delivered happiness in the form of a sandia paleta covered in chamoy and chilito.

When you thank the paletero and step away from the cart, you see a group of people walking up to it. Both your eyes and Oscar’s eyes widen instantly and you are stumped. You don’t move from your spot as the crowd departs around you.

“Oscar Diaz.” You finally get out after nearly a minute of staring at him.

He keeps his face as neutral as possible but there is no lying that his heart is hammering within his rib cage. Partially due the whole post thing and the fact that you are literally just as ethereal as he remembers.

Oscar pursues his lips together, “Y/N, long time no see.”

The awkwardness is suffocating. But you smile and take a taste of your paleta, “Not so long though. I coulda sworn the last time we saw each other was last night?”

You see a tinge of red flare over his cheeks and he cranks his neck to regain his stoic persona. The color flushes from his face as he rolls his eyes and looks towards the paletero. You look back and laugh, once again meeting his eyes.

“Which one was it?” You ask him and he shakes his head, stepping past you but at this point it became fun to poke at him. Though it’s not smart to poke the sleeping bear, Oscar had always been kind to you in school. That was a different man though, you remind yourself.

“Dos, por favor.” Oscar says, handing the man $20, advising him to keep the change.

The small act of kindness means a lot to the man, it makes you smile as well. When he gets handed the two mangonada paletas, he hands one to you. You look at it with a confused face. A small small at the corner of his mouth, “It was that one.”

Oscar walks off before you can say anything.

You couldn’t be mad at the yummy treat though you needed to eat with a quickness and ultimately ended up with a brain freeze. And the sweet treats had you craving something salty, a short trip to the corner store would help that.

As you mentally remind yourself to only get what you came for, you get out of your car to find the infamous red impala. You stop in your tracks when you see Oscar leaning on the hood, smoking a cigarette.

He flicks it down when he sees you and lets out a puff of smoke.

“I’m not sure if I should be scared or not.” You call out, walking to stand close to him. He smirks and shrugs his shoulders, fiddling with a lighter.

You look him up and down while he has his attention elsewhere. He’s filled out since you last saw him all these years ago. Course, you’ve seen him around but never truly got to see him.

Oscar clears his throat and nods towards the bodega, “The paletas make me crave those queso ruffles. What’s your excuse?” He tries to downplay the smile trying to break through.

You chuckle and hit his arm, he leans away but moves over when you step besides him. There’s a comfortable silence for a moment before he moves away and leans in through his open window. He pulls out a big bag of ruffles, opens it and offers you some.

The two of you lean against the car under the setting sun, it’s a sight for sore eyes.

“You like mangonadas or just girls who do?” You speak up and burst out laughing. Doubling over and pressing your hands into your knees, it’s an ache in your tummy kind of laugh.

Oscar knew you wouldn’t let him live it down. And for the most part, he didn’t mind. The next time a mangonada came up in conversation is after he took you to the beach a couple days after that fateful day.

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marwritesgood · 3 years

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Easy | O. Diaz

Pairing: Oscar x Flores!Reader

Timeframe: Season One

Summary: After finding out about the claim Oscar put on her, Y/n sets out to spite him.

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A/N: Ok, now I'm gonna start alternating the order I post my imagines in so it's not just back to back Spooky fics hehe x

I left a little over 4 years ago when I went to college, thinking my block would never be the same, but now that I was back I quickly discerned that Freeridge did not change. At all.

Same houses. Same cars. While the kids playing on the streets were a little older, they all looked the same to me.

As I approached Spooky's house, I realised it was just how I remembered. Three Santos sat at the doorstep with bottles held loosely in their hand, scanning the streets and commenting on what they saw.

"Hey, hey, look!" One called out, nudging the Santo next to him to look my way. "That's the hyna we been talking about."

The Santo met my gaze and grinned eerily as he looked me up and down. I furrowed my brows and glared at him, but he remained unfazed. Still, I continued walking along the pavement.

"Flores," the other one sang like my surname was a melody.

I told myself to ignore them. Freeridge was my home too, and I was not going to let three men in cargo shorts ruin my otherwise happy return. I was doing so well too until the third one opened his damn mouth.

"Isn't her little sister that weird girl with asthma?"

I stopped in my tracks, fuming, before turning towards Spooky's house and marching towards the third Santos, who was still snickering. I could tolerate being talked about, but I did not play when it came to Jasmine.

"Aren't you the one who cried like a little bitch when I kicked him in the balls?"

The other two laughed because they were there when it happened. Spooky hosted a party to celebrate our high school cohort graduating, and I kicked one of my classmates in the groin after I caught him trying to slip something into another girl's drink while she was not looking.

Not that same classmate was rising to his feet and walking towards me with a deathly glare.

"I'd like to see you try and do that now, puta."

I suppose his point was that he was no longer the scrawny little high schooler he was when I humiliated him. However, I could see through his little act. They were all the same to me. Same fragile ego. Same macho hyper-masculine pride. "Trust me," I hissed. "If you had any balls left, I would."

The other two laughed again, and I stood and waited for the third to throw a fit or try and scare me into walking away. Instead, he just smirked, as if he knew something I did not.

"Ayo, Spooky!" He called out, glancing back at the house. "Your girl's sure got a mouth on her."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What?"

I had no recollection of having anything more than a casual friendship with Oscar Diaz, mostly because that was all it ever was between us. I wondered if he told his gangmates something I did not know and felt my heartbeat quicken. "Claimed you last week," the Santos explained, smirking at my reaction like it was just what he wanted. My frustration grew tenfold. He looked me up and down again before snickering. "Not that anyone else wanted to."

His words would have stung if I gave two shits about his opinion of me. I wanted to make a snide remark about how a guy with a receding hairline had no right to be picky, but my opportunity to make a comeback was interrupted.

"Y/n." I looked over Santo's shoulder and saw Spooky coming out to greet me. The other three took their seats on the doorstep, sipped their coronas and enjoyed the show. "Nice to see you again."

"Wish I could say the same for you," I glared.

"C'mon," Spooky laughed as he walked closer to me, even as I continued to scowl. "Don't be like that."

There it was. The same Spooky I knew and tolerated who never took my anger seriously. In high school, when I got angry with him for taking so long to do his portion of our group project, he thought he could make it up to me by bringing me homemade tamales.

Granted, I did eat the tamales because I knew how good of a cook he was, but that was beside the point. He could not just charm his way out of everything, and if no one had taught him that yet, I was more than willing to do so myself.

"Did you claim me?" I asked angrily.

"And what if I did?"

He continued to smirk, which made me even madder. The three Santos behind them chuckled, and I found myself flustered. They found my anger amusing and Oscar's annoying charm admirable.

"Well... then you need to disclaim me," I demanded.

"Or what?"

He inched closer to me and raised his brows as he posed his questions. I knew he teasing me. Trying to get a rise out of me. And perhaps, given that I was no longer a high school teenager, it would have been appropriate to respond maturely. To walk away and be the bigger person.

However, part of me felt like I was being challenged. Like he was asking me if I had enough nerve to go up against the Santo's newly risen leader. He should have known better than to underestimate my wrath.

I glanced over Spooky's shoulder and noticed his toolkit laid out. He was still fixing up the car he bought in high school- the one he loved so dearly. Quickly, I turned back to Spooky and grinned sarcastically.

He was startled by my fake enthusiasm. So startled that he did not have enough time to stop me from bolting towards his toolbox and grabbing the biggest nail I could see. By the time I got to his car, I looked back and saw him standing dumbfounded.

His shock morphed into horror as he witnessed me dragged the nail along the side of his car, scratching the red paint. I contemplated leaving at that until I remembered the three pendejos still sitting on his doorstep, and so I did the mature thing; I punctured one of the back tires and tossed the nail on the ground before making my way home.

If it was not clear to him when we were in high school, I knew it was clear to him now; I was not to be fucked with.

***

It was my first Saturday back in Freeridge, and my tia gave me her express permission to go out and have fun. If I had known all my old friends were going to a kickback at Spooky’s house, I would have never agreed to them picking me up on their way there.

I was several drinks in when I stumbled my way over to Sad Eyes who sat alone on one of the sofas. He was the most tolerable Santo, in my opinion, and therefore the best person to talk to about the claim Spook put on me.

“It doesn’t mean he wants you like that,” Sad Eyes explained. “It just means no one else can make a move on you.”

I hated that so much. Though I had no prior plans on doing anything with any Santo other than Spooky, I hated that he had gone ahead and taken that choice away for me.

I wanted to retaliate.

“Not even you?” I asked Sad Eyes.

“Y/n, I’m flattered. But I don’t like you like tha-”

“Oh my god, stop,” I rolled my eyes and shuffled closer until our knees touched. “I just want to get back at him a little bit.”

“Wrecking his car wasn’t enough?”

I laughed aloud, even though I did not find Sad Eye’s retort all that humorous. Just as I finished, I placed my hand on his chest and gazed into his eyes with as much affection as I could fake. He finally caught on to what I was doing.

“You don't know what you're doing, Y/n," Sad Eyes warned.

"If you know what's good for you," I threatened while still smiling at him. "You'll be quiet and enjoy this while it lasts."

A brief glance over Sad Eye’s shoulder confirmed that my plot for rebellion was working. It was a good thing too, considering I had no plans of stopping any time soon. At least not until the night got interesting.

"Whatever it is you two got going on," Sad Eyes groaned. "It's annoying as hell."

"There's nothing going on, that's my whole point," I argued.

Sad Eyes must have been studying me closely as I glanced over to Spooky again because when I looked back at him, his hand was reaching for my face.

"Your cheeks say something else," he commented.

I reached for my face defensively. Had I been blushing? Or was Sad Eyes just trying to psych me out so I could leave him alone? There was little time to figure that out before a shadow loomed over the two of us where we sat.

"Compa," Spooky nodded. "You good?"

I turned to Sad Eyes who sat up straight.

"Yeah," he answered sheepishly.

"Why you talking to Y/n, then?"

I rolled my eyes. Something about two idiots talking about me like I was not even there made my blood boil. I turned to Oscar and snapped before Sad Eyes could come up with a half-hearted excuse.

"How is that any of your business, Spooky?" I scowled.

"Just never knew you two were so close," he shrugged.

I rose to comment on how it was still none of his business. Regardless of where I stood with Sad Eyes, I did not need to report to him about the men I conversed with. Claim or no claim. However, before I could even begin reprimanding Spooky, Sad Eyes shuffled away and headed to the house.

"Man, I don't need this shit," he grumbled.

"You know what? Me neither," I scoffed.

While Sad Eyes raced for the door, I started walking towards the fence. Oscar followed me out as I headed towards the pavement with every intention of calling it a night and going home.

"Y/n," he called out.

“God, just leave me alone!"

“It’s late, Y/n," Spooky warned. "You can’t just walk home alone.”

We were a few houses down the road when I turned and groaned at the sight of Spooky still following after me. Was it not enough that he ruined my return and my Saturday night? Did he really have to annoy me all the way to my front door?

“I can’t believe you," I scoffed. "We haven’t talked since high school but the minute you hear I’m moving back you put a claim on me like I’m a fucking house on the market.”

I shoved him as hard as I could, but the booze in my system weakened my arms. Oscar barely stumbled back and when he continued to move closer to me, my frustration with him only grew.

"Like... who the fuck do you think you are? My handler?"

“Just come back to where everyone else is,” he spoke calmly.

In hindsight, I knew he was just trying to lead me back to where I would be safer off, but tipsy-me took his attempt at staying rational as him patronising me- treating me like one of his little homies or the little hynas who look to him as a leader.

"I get that you're used to running these streets, Spooky," I droned. "But you can't tell me what to do."

Spooky chuckled, and so I decided I was not yet done with him.

"And you know what? If you wanted me, you shouldn't have gone and gossiped about it to your stupid friends," I snapped. "You should've just grown a fucking pair and told me yourself."

I waited for him to retaliate and say something snarky, or to, at the very least, be fazed by what I said. However, Oscar did not do that. Instead, he smiled and nodded his head once before replying briefly.

"Ok, fine," he quipped. "I like you, Y/n."

His response was the last thing I expected him to say. My breath hitched as I struggled to think of a response. However, my trusty encyclopaedia of comebacks disappeared from memory and I was left with no other choice but to drop my jaw in shock and stare blankly.

"What do you have to say?"

Spooky's tone was teasing, even more so than usual. He grinned at me like he had won the back and forth dance we had kept up for as long as we knew each other. I furrowed my brows, unable to let that be the case.

"It's never gonna happen," I hissed.

His annoyingly charming smile was not going to work on me. I glared at him and breathed heavily, fuming from how annoying and infuriating he was.

I tried not to be startled when he inched closer and lifted his hand. I knew I should have slapped his hand away, but by the time his fingers grazed over my skin, I felt paralysed by something. Something that burned inside of me. Spooky's smile lingered in the silence before he eventually met my eyes and laughed.

"Your cheeks say something else."

My anger grew as I watched him toss his head in laughter. I wanted to punch that stupid grin off his face. Anything to get him to stop enjoying how flustered I was. I huffed and thought of what I would do.

While my arms were weak from the beers, I had a feeling the strength in the rest of my body would only be heightened. Before Spooky could finish laughing in my face, I grabbed his shoulders and thrust my right leg up swiftly until my knee collided roughly with his groin.

Spooky toppled over in pain and I bent down to smile at him before turning back around and walking home on my own, in the silence, where there were no more stupid men to annoy me.

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He never told anyone what happened, most likely out of embarrassment. Somehow, that made it even better. I walked my streets thinking of what Spooky was getting up to. Whatever it was, he had to carry the knowledge that I kicked him in the balls and walked away smiling.

I thought for sure he would leave me alone, but it was as if the streets of Freeridge pulled us even closer together. I was not even meant to be at the Martinez house. I was only meant to drop in with some snacks for my sister and her friends.

However, just as I was about to leave, the front door busted open and la diablo himself came strolling in. The kids held each other in horror, but I watched with mere dismay as Spooky peeked through the curtains and watched the police cars zoom past.

“One of the homies got shot,” he explained.

“I wish I were the homie,” I mumbled to myself.

Spooky must have heard me faintly because he turned around quickly and chuckled when I realised I was sitting on the sofa behind him. He ambled over and planted himself on the empty space beside me.

“Flores, mi amor,” he teased. “You know, if you wanted to get me alone, all you had to do was ask. No need to orchestrate a police lockdown.”

I had to hand it to him, he had no fear. Even after I kicked him in the groin, he was still back at again with his antics. I could not discern whether it was because he was just that ballsy or because I was just that lovable. Given the fact that I had been called a bitch by almost every man on our block, I ruled out the latter.

“Diaz, pendejo,” I spat. “Don’t know if you realise but we’re not alone.”

I gestured towards the dining table, where Jasmine and her friends sat in quiet fear. Before Spooky could say anything further, I stood up and headed towards the kitchen where I left the food I had brought.

“I’ll fix up some snacks,” I smiled at the kids.

Their little shoulders slumped in relief as the tension began to ease, but when the pendejo followed me into the kitchen, my anger rose once more.

“For all of us except Spooky,” I added, turning back to offer him a glare.

I tried to ignore his watchful eyes as he stood mere steps away from me while I quickly made guacamole for our chips. I knew he was just trying to agitate me, and I refused to give him that satisfaction. Even if I wanted to tell him to back it up.

“I wouldn’t add that if I were you."

His voice startled me so much, I almost dropped the pepper grinder I held in my hand. Of course, he had strong opinions about food. If the sight of him did not repulse me, I would have listened.

“If I were you, I’d be quiet,” I warned.

I laid the snacks out on the table and took the seat in between my sister and Jamal. Ruby, Monse and Olivia sat on the other three seats, which left Spooky no choice but to hover from afar.

“What are you guys playing?” I asked as I ate my way through a handful of corn chips.

“Truth or dare," my sister answered. "You want in?”

I nodded, glancing to the side momentarily just to check what Spooky was doing. Luckily he was on his phone trying to get a hold of Cesar. Now I was the one to slump my shoulders in relief. Being watched was stressful.

“I pick… Truth,” I stated when it was eventually my turn.

Before Ruby asked me his question, he exchanged knowing looks with my sister and the rest of their friends. I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.

“Is it true you had a crush on Spooky back in high school?”

My eyes widened in shock and I immediately turned to my sister, who was conveniently avoiding looking me in the eye. Perhaps it was on me for thinking I could trust my 8-year-old sister to keep a secret.

“Way to tell my business to the whole block, Jas," I groaned.

“You didn’t answer the question,” Ruby persisted.

I turned to face him and he quickly sunk back, intimidated by my glare. I turned to the side again, just to make sure Spooky was not in earshot. When I was certain he was still making phone calls in the bathroom, I sighed.

“Ok, yes… I did,” I admitted.

“No way,” Ruby gasped, his shocked expression matching the rest of his friends. I realised Jasmine must have told them, but they refused to buy it until now. Perhaps I would have been better off lying.

“Yes way,” Jasmine grinned. “He made her tamales one time, and it was all she talked about for a week.”

“Because they were good tamales," I argued. "Not because I liked him.”

“But you admit it."

My head whipped and my jaw dropped when I realised Spooky was not only back, but he heard what I just said.

“You liked me,” he added, smiling amusingly as she moved closer to where we were all sitting.

“Keyword: liked,” I corrected.

“Well, actually-"

“Jasmine!” I shrieked.

It was bad enough everyone knew about my schoolgirl crush on Spooky, they did not need to know anything more. I swore to myself that the minute Jasmine and I were alone, I would deliver a much-needed lecture on girl code and avoiding my wrath.

I could feel Spooky watching me intently, his annoying grin ever-present on his stupid face, which was why I continued to look away. Thankfully it was only a matter of seconds before the police sirens returned and a voice on a megaphone announced the end of the police lockdown.

“Well, I'm leaving,” I huffed.

My feet could not have carried me out the door faster. I focused on my car where it stood parked in the driveway, desperate for a quick getaway because I felt mortified.

“Y/n c’mon we should talk about this."

Spooky sure seemed to have a knack for following me during my storm-offs. I felt him reach for my hands in an attempt to get me to stop, but I shook him away and kept walking.

“Nothing to talk about,” I retorted. “And don’t think this changes anything between us. I’m still mad at you!”

I slammed my car door shut and quickly locked myself in. Oscar stepped back and huffed, accepting his defeat. I sighed in relief before inserting my key into the ignition and waiting for the engine to sound.

My heart dropped when I turned the key only to hear the engine sputter. I glanced over at Spooky, whose spirit recovered instantly. Now he was smiling to himself, amused by the fact that I was now trapped.

“You good?” He snickered, tapping on the passenger window.

I cursed beneath my breath and tried again, pleading my beloved car to cooperate. However, each time I turned the key, the engine refused to make the sound it needed to in order for me to get home.

“If we push it to my place, I can check to see what’s wrong for you," Spooky suggested.

“No way!"

That was a trap if I ever heard one. Not to mention, I barged out of the house with the intention of getting away from Spooky. Waiting around for him to fix my car would be betraying that pursuit.

“C'mon... I’ll do it for free.”

I sighed. That was a damn good offer. Especially considering the fact that all the repair shops in our neighbourhood were run by mechanics I had already managed to piss off and were, therefore, likely to overcharge me for even just a consultation.

I could have sworn Spooky knew this because he smiled at me like he had already won the argument. Begrudgingly, I put my car in neutral and got out of my seat. I glared at Spooky and made sure to cut him off before he could say anything.

“Shut up and help me push."

As we dragged my car down the road, I realised how competitive he and I were. Halfway through pushing my car, Spooky asked me if I needed to take a breather, and the rage I felt made me want to finish the job myself.

I wondered if we were always like this. If we stayed somewhat friends throughout high school because we annoyed and challenged each other so much that we both grew to like it. I felt it must have been true because even in college with all the intelligent people I found myself surrounded by, I never felt what I did when I was with Spooky.

By the time we reach his house, I lifted the bonnet of my vehicle while Spooky grabbed his tools. By the time he got back, he had taken off his flannel. I caught myself staring at his bare arms and the part of his chest peeking through his white tank shirt, and immediately shook myself out of it.

"So, what's wrong with my car?"

"All that matters is that it's an easy fix," Spooky answered, eyes already focusing upon the problem area.

"Why do I get the feeling you had something to do with this?"

I narrowed my eyes at him playfully.

"Yeah," he laughed. "Because I'm just dying for alone time with the girl who scratched my car and beat me up."

"Your words not mine," I teased.

Spooky laughed but never said anything further. Instead, he just went back to focusing on fixing my car while I stood aside and watched patiently. I never thought I would be disappointed by his decision to be quiet, but there I was.

Things felt ever so slightly different between us now that he knew I used to like him. I did not feel so enraged by the sight of his face, and I could hardly tell if I liked it or not.

"Why are you back, anyway?" He asked after a good while. "I thought your plan was to move to New York after graduation."

"I can't believe you remember that," I whispered smiling, pleasantly surprised and, quite frankly, impressed with his attention to detail.

"I remember a lot about you," he whispered.

There was silence between us for a moment as I tried to decipher whether or not he meant for me to hear that. I hated how much I was overanalysing our interactions now that he knew how I felt about him.

"My tia needed help looking after my dad," I explained, not wanting to linger in the silence any longer. "So I told her I'd move back and find a job here."

Oscar paused for a moment and stood up straight. My breath felt heavy in my lungs as his gaze pierced through me. He pursed his lips, as if unsure whether he should say something not.

"Stop looking at me like that," I elbowed his torso playfully. "Especially when you're supposed to be fixing my car!"

He shook his head and chuckled beneath his breath as if I was most recognisable to him when I was shouting out demands.

"What about you?" I asked curiously. "I thought you were gonna take up that scholarship for culinary school."

"I had other shit to deal with."

I knew to leave it at that. Although I was curious about how he was doing raising his little brother on his own, I had no right to pry. Goodness knows if anyone stuck their nose in my business, I would have had a lot to say about it.

Before the silence grew again, my eyes scanned across his house and landed on his car where it stood, parked in the driveway.

"I see you fixed the paint and the tire," I smirked.

"Yeah, I had a feeling you weren't gonna be too happy about me claiming you," he chuckled.

My eyebrows knitted as I grew confused.

"So why'd you do it, then?"

He paused and gave it a bit of thought. It gave me relief. I had hope that this time he would actually give an answer and not some quick-witted remark that made me want to slap him.

"News got around that you were coming back and..." Spooky paused for a moment and then sighed. "I didn't want any of the guys bothering you."

"Because you do plenty of that yourself?"

"Exactly," he chuckled.

Though we joked about it, I liked knowing his reasons for claiming me were far from perceiving me as an object or trying to get into my pants. It made me not feel so repulsed by the sight.

"God, you're so annoying," I sighed.

While it was true, I hardly meant to say it. I just wanted to fill the silence and keep myself from staring at Spooky for too long. I did not trust myself anymore. I shook my head and pushed his shoulder gently. His response was to just bounce back until our shoulders grazed against each other.

"Hmm," he sang teasingly. "Is that one of the reasons you liked me?"

"No," I answered defensively, this time pushing my shoulder into his. When he bent down again, I made sure he could not see my face before turning my expression. "I like you 'cause you do the right thing... even if it's in your own little messed up way."

I studied his reaction closely, wondering if he noticed the way I said 'like' as opposed to 'liked. From the way he met my eyes and moved slightly closer to me, I could have sworn he did. Part of me was even hoping he did.

"Can you pass the rag?"

I reached for the old cut up cloth he seemed to use for cleaning the grease off his hands, trying my best not to frown. When I extended my arm out to pass the rag, he took hold of both it and my hand.

My breath hitched when I realised he was purposefully holding my hand. Spooky noticed my surprise and took it as his opportunity to pull me closer to him, while I was too taken aback to pull away. Luckily for him, I did not want to.

I placed my hands on his chest and leaned in just enough to where his temple was pressed against mine. Our eyes were glued to each other. While I had known Spooky for so long, I felt like I had not truly seen him until now.

"I know I'm irresistible," I whispered. "But if you wanna kiss me, you should know it's not gonna be that easy."

On one hand, it was my way of keeping my standards where they always were: high. On the other, it was my way of keeping my guard up and keeping my heart safe. I did not let a lot of people in. If Oscar wanted to be one of them, it would not come simply.

The thought of him losing interest and giving up so soon terrified me, but I would rather he let me know now than after I go letting my guard down any further.

I smiled as he groaned quietly, frustrated that I was not going to kiss him, for which I did not blame him. Then, as I braced. myself for the possibility of him letting me go, his grasp on my waist only grew firmer.

"Guess I’ll have to keep trying then," he smiled.

His stayed glued on mine as his hand crept down my backside. I gasped quietly, only to realise he slipping my car keys into the back pocket of my jeans. His smile grew. He knew what he was doing, and I hated how much I liked it.

After whispering a goodbye, pulling away from and walking back into his house, I felt unable to get into my car. Not without saying one more thing to him, first.

"Oscar," I called out, feeling nostalgia as I used his real name for the first time in a decade. He turned back to me expectedly, and I sighed while smiling at him. "... Thank you."

It was the first time we said goodbye without having any reason to be angry at the other. It was the first time I left his house trying to fight the persistent urge to grin. Before I drove off, I lifted my hand to my face and grazed my fingers over my cheeks. They felt warm.

I finally realised why.

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funny feeling. oscar diaz

word count: 2.1k

warnings: a bit of emotional manipulation? and swearing

requested: Hi, I really enjoy reading this story. Can you do one where the reader has a boyfriend but has been seeing Oscar for a while because she's not in a happy relationship anymore and she chooses oscar? Idk it sounds weird but yeah

a/n: sorry it's been 800 years since i've posted anything for oscar but here! this is pretty cute i think lol lmk what you think pls i live to hear feedback also i listened to phoebe bridgers cover of that funny feeling hence the title but listen ifnu want the full effect

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"you look terrible," he teased, seating himself next to you. he leaned forwards, elbows pressed into his thighs, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you and to the floor.

you scoffed. "way to kick a girl when she's down," your chin rested in the palm of your hand, eyebrows knitting softly and a pout forming on your lips.

"y'been drinking?" he raised an eyebrow, glancing over at you, his chin resting on his shoulder.

you glanced at him for a second out the corner of your eye, eyelids drooping slightly. "i really don't want a lecture right now."

"not why i'm here."

"then why are you?" your words slurred together ever so slightly, eyebrows knitted tighter, pushing yourself back and sinking into the couch. your shoulders slumped, arms folded over your chest. you sniffled, shifting your stare away from him.

he huffed, falling back into the couch next to you, his arm touching yours as he did. he gave you a gentle nudge, his eyes dragging back over to you. you tilted your head in his direction, but refused to pull your stare up to his again. he took in your appearance, your hair was messy and tucked behind your ears, nose tinting red, teeth chewing on your bottom lip which still sat in a small frown. he had to gulp down on the lump in his throat before he spoke again.

"you drinkin' 'cause of him?" he mumbled, eyes following yours when they dropped to your lap. "what'd he say to you?" oscar had a lot of shit to deal with, but somehow he couldn't keep himself out of your business. he saw you looking sad again and he just couldn't help himself. he was drawn to you and your sad eyes.

your eyelids drooped, shaking your head. "it's alright," you muttered, eyebrows unknitting slightly, lifting your eyes to meet oscars brown ones. you couldn't tell if it was the alcohol in your system, or the way he was looking at you, but something squirmed in your stomach. you always got a funny feeling around oscar. always pushed it away because of your boyfriend. "i kinda' deserved it."

oscar frowned, narrowing his eyes at you. "doubt it."

you were quiet for a minute, until you felt oscar nudge your side gently. "c'mon, it's just me," you felt it again.

you sighed, shutting your eyes for a second before you spoke. "well, i told him to go fuck himself because i wouldn't be anytime soon, and he said maybe he should take a page out of my book and get himself a side piece," you gulped on the lump growing in your throat. "i said maybe he should, but not to be surprised when they're just as dissatisfied with him as i was," you chewed on the inside of your cheek after you said it, barely getting the sentence out straight, the occasional word slurring after the amount of alcohol you'd consumed.

"shit," oscar had to bite back a grin as you ranted. as much as it thrilled him to hear you'd finally told your boyfriend off, he knew you were also kind of a mess. he had to be careful with his wording. "m'proud of you, ma."

you shook your head, pressing a hand to your forehead, your eyes squeezing shut for a second. "i'm so stupid," you cursed under your breath. "i didn't need to make that situation worse but i did. i made it so much worse. he left after i said all that, said he was sick of me," you gulped. "i'm pretty sure he's probably balls deep in some random girl right now."

"you don't deserve that, ma," oscar spoke softer, quieter this time. "whatever he does, that's on him."

"but what if i drove him to it?"

"he's a big boy," oscar frowned, he couldn't help his eyes from rolling. "let him deal with the repercussions of his own actions."

you didn't speak for a while, instead you relaxed back against the couch, after a minute letting your head fall onto oscars shoulder, your arm wrapping around his. oscar was better at giving out advice and comfort than anyone probably gave him credit for. you felt calmer and your head felt a bit less fuzzy now you had taken the moment to slow down and process everything.

"who's your side piece?" oscar mumbled after a while of sitting in silence. you hummed in response, half listening as your eyes started drooping again the longer you stayed in this position. "he said he was gonna take a page out of your book?"

"oh," your eyes fluttering open again, your head lifting off his shoulder. "he always thought we spent too much time together to just be friends, it kind of started the whole argument," you tucked a strand of hair behind your ears, your other had rubbing your eyelids out of tire.

"right," oscar hummed, a little stunned but maybe not completely surprised. his friends often teased him about you too, he tended to ignore it though, he didn't want to think about it too much. but if he did, he really didn't have any female friends, you were the only one. he could see how that could mean something.

"i told him he was stupid and jealous," you ran your fingers through your hair, letting them stay there for a while before dropping them to your nape of your neck and holding yourself for a moment. the alcohol was starting to make you feel sleepy. "and i might've also gotten angry and told him he wouldn't stand a chance if we were actually more than friends," you weren't thinking much about what you were saying at this point, it was just coming out.

oscar glanced at you out the corner of his eye, you looked up at him with tired eyes and a shrug. oscar got a funny feeling in his chest when you looked at him like that. and now you were talking like this, he couldn't figure out what was the alcohol and what was you talking.

after a bit of silence you furrowed your brows, nudging your knee against his. "you're quiet, am i talking too much again?"

oscar shook his head, he shifted himself, turning to face you. "why wouldn't he stand a chance? i thought you liked him?"

"i do," you defended quicker than you thought about it, maybe out of habit. "i guess, he's mostly an asshole though. i used to not mind so much but he's gotten worse the last few months."

"why?"

you sucked in your breath, holding it for a second before releasing a deep sigh. you could feel yourself crashing from all the alcohol you'd consumed, growing tireder by the minute. "'cause you make me laugh, and you're nice to me. i guess he knew this and got mad," you shrugged. your voice grew softer, quieter. oscar was hanging on your every word, hardly believing what he was hearing. "told you it was all my fault."

"s'not your fault," oscar mumbled. "i should've left you alone, i knew you had a boyfriend," he bit down on the inside of his cheek the more he thought about it. he probably could have saved you a lot of trouble if he had ignored you all together.

you gave him a look, rolling your eyes. "well i don't anymore, so go wild," your eyes stung, your head rolling back onto the cushion, your eyes meeting his. those sad eyes that made him melt. "he broke up with me."

he couldn't pull away from you, you were coaxing him in without even realising it. he had the urge to kiss you and he might have done if you didn't look so pouty and sad. but he was tempted. the feeling in his chest was rising into his throat, tightening. everything inside of him was dragging him towards you like a magnet.

"told him i'd rather hang out with you anyway," your pout turned into a twitch of a smile. blink and he would've missed it but it was there. you were chipping away at the hugely feared gang leader without even releasing it.

oscar nodded, his eyes shifting away from you, pulling himself out of your orbit and back to his surroundings. he was back on his couch, a few more people had left the party, there were only a few stragglers left hanging around. he gulped, pursing his lips.

"good," was all he could think to say at first. "m'happy for you mami. you can do a lot better than that pendejo," he had to pull himself out before he started getting any ideas. he let out a loud sigh holding his breath for a second before pushing himself up of the couch. he held out both hands to you so you'd grab on. he helped you onto your feet, his arm wrapping around your waist when you swayed a little.

"woah," you mumbled, gripping onto his arm. "i think i need to lie down."

"c'mon," he tugged you along with him. "you can crash here."

"oscar..." you hesitated, lagging behind.

he sighed. "you can take the bed, 'ight? m'gonna' kick everyone out and take the couch."

you didn't have a boyfriend anymore, so what he thought about you staying the night at oscars didn't matter. so you nodded, following him the rest of the way. in a way, you were kind of glad to be staying with oscar, you didn't think you'd cope to well on you own right now.

oscar left you to change into one of his shirts, and get cozy in his bed. he returned a while later with a glass of water in hand and a pop tart in the other. you wore a sleepy, lopsided smile at the sight of him.

"everyones out," he positioned himself on the edge of the bed, handing you the pop tart and placing the glass beside his bed. "eat, drink then you need to sleep off the alcohol."

you didn't question him, just did as he said. "thanks," you mumbled after you finished eating, and gulping down your water. "you really are nice to me."

he wore a soft smile, rolling his eyes. "yeah, yeah, keep it to yourself alright?" your tired smile grew a little before you climbed under the cover, your head hitting the pillow, releasing a content sigh. "y'good mami?"

you nodded, eyelids drooping shut. "good, papi," you words slurred, smile lingering on your lips.

oscar bit back his grin before leaning down to kiss your forehead. "g'night," he mumbled against your skin. you felt his breath ghosting your skin, goosebumps forming as you opened you eyes to see him retreating. you reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back to you. you hesitated, his eyes darting between yours, breath fanning your face. you sucked in your breath, pulling him closer, his chest pressed against yours as you kissed him. it was soft, gentle and uncertain.

oscars hand found your cheek, fingers sliding across your skin till they found your neck. goosebumps spread wherever his touch found your skin. he pulled himself back from you, his eyebrows furrowed gently. "d'you mean to do that or are you drunk?"

you hummed, shaking your head slightly. "mm.. no. just really wanted to do that for a while."

oscar nodded, hands still lingering against the skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your jaw line. his eyes dropped to your lips, his own parting slightly at the thought of the kiss you two had just shared. it was exactly as good as he thought it would feel. with any other girl in the position, he would be dying for more, but oscar only craved intimacy from you. he wanted to hug you, nuzzle into your neck, leave trails of kisses on your skin, watch the goosebumps spread.

"m'glad you did," he couldn't drag his eyes away from you, he couldn't make himself move. you cracked a soft smile, oscar watched your lips drag upwards, unknowingly mimicking the movement.

"y'wanna stay?" you hummed quietly.

he nodded, unable to say anymore. instead he climbed over you, his hands immediately finding your waist and tugging you closer to him until you were nose to nose. he tilted his head back until he caught your lips against his again, holding himself there for a second before pulling away, feeling your smile against his skin. he wanted to savour every second with you, like he was going to wake up any second from a dream.

he pressed his lips to your forehead once more before tangling his legs with yours, an arm wrapping under the dip of your neck. your head pressed against his chest, arm draped over his torso, holding onto each other with care. you breathed in his scent and oscar nuzzled into your hair. both content with how things turned out.

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