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themenof--freeridge · 4 years

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Would you do a Movin in Part 2, where Monse sister visit Oscar at his house before she leaves

Sure! 😁

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Stuck With You

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Requested?: Yes- queenofthefandomfreaks :Could you do a OscarxReader story where the reader and Oscar are close friends. One night, Oscar has a terrible nightmare of losing the reader and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom to seek refuge in the reader’s arms. Then Oscar confesses his feelings and completely breaks down in the reader’s arms?

Warnings: Death nightmare, fluff

You returned to your bedroom after an evening of drinking and chatting with your life-long friend, Oscar. To others, he was this intimidating Santo who you wouldn’t dare make eye contact with; to you, he was the most caring and warm-heating person you’d ever met.

As you lay in your bed, you quickly found sleep wrapped in the warmth of your blankets.

*Oscar’s POV*

The house was locked and Oscar was ready for bed. He was sure the beers he drank that night with you would help him fall right to sleep.

As he lay flat on the bed, on top of the sheets, he quickly drifted off. What he hoped would be a quaint sleep, led him to a nightmare.

The dream was straightforward and horrendous to him. He watched, hopeless, as you got caught in the cross-fire of a street war between the Santos and the Prophets. Oscar watched as his arm was bleeding from a gunshot wound. You ran ahead of him, getting closer and closer to the front-line with weapons drawn. He watched your back as shot after deafening shot made direct hits towards your frame. Slowly, as though in slow-motion, you crumbled to the ground, eyes opened with desperation to live.

Oscar made his way over to you as other Santos covered you both from being further hit. He grasped your flailed body in his arms, watching the last wisps of life leave your body. Tears stung at his eyes, as his heart crushed significantly. Oscar released an animalistic yell, that brought him all the way out of the dream.

He sat straight up in his bed, breathing heavily. The dream was so realistic, he had to convince himself that it was just that, a dream.

Nevertheless, he knew what he had to do. He couldn’t let you get involved in anything like that. More than that, he needed to let you know how precious your life was to him. He was driven solely by his heart now.

That drive made him rise from his bed and head over to your house. He needed to still his mind by making sure you were alive and well.

*Your POV*

The sound of your bedroom window creaking open shook you awake. Luckily, your intruder carried an all-too-familiar scent with him. Rather than turn in fear, you remained rested and smiled.

Quietly, Oscar shuffled his way onto your bed, right behind you. You were on your side and felt his arm snake around to hold you close to him.

“Oscar, what-?” you started but he sighed against you and spoke up.

“Shh, I'm just here to see you.”

You chuckled and replied, “We saw each other not even an hour ago.”

He sighed once more and pressed his face into your shoulder. You felt his breath against your skin as he said, “I just had a pretty bad nightmare about you and I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

Wanting to tease your friend, you turned around to face him. With his arm still slung along your hip, you jeered, “Did little Osc-y have a little nightmare?”

He didn’t take the bait; his expression focused on yours as he muttered, “I just want to keep you safe, Y/N.”

You smirked. “I’m fine, Oscar. I’ve always been fine.”

“But I want you to be fine with me. Every time you’re with me, that means you’re in danger.”

You shuffled slightly closer and raised a hand to caress his cheek. “Oscar, you’ve always looked after me. There’s no danger serious enough for me to leave your side. Face it, buddy, you’re stuck with me.”

He finally smiled sweetly. “So, you’ll stay with me?”

“Of course. I’ll be that annoying non-gang member friend.”

He shook his head slightly before responding, “I don’t think I can take care of you as a friend.”

You brought your eyebrows together in puzzlement. “What do you mean?”

“You’re the only person, apart from Cesar, who I'm constantly worried about. But I don’t think I'm being honest if I say it’s because we’re friends. I love you, Y/N, more than a friend.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You looked into his eyes and knew he was being sincere.

“You don’t have to respond to my feelings. I just wanted you to know that I'll always look after you. I consider you my family but I love you as a life-partner.”

You smiled at him and snuggled closer, leaning your head to rest under his chin.

Some time passed but you could feel his heartbeat still going strong, letting you know that he was still awake.

The more you replayed his words, the more you studied your own feelings towards him. Knowing him all your life, you knew what kind of women he was attracted to so you never allowed yourself to see him as a romantic partner. But now? You felt so secure in his arms, like everything was right in the world.

You knew your feelings were strong for him and you decided that night that you would let them be known. You mentally let your guards down as you let yourself fall more and more into his embrace. You closed your eyes and rested against him, letting yourself fully relax into his presence.

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Hey! I love your stories! Could you possibly do a Oscar x Reader story where the reader and Oscar are close friends. One night Oscar has a terrible nightmare of losing the reader and sneaks into the readers bedroom to seak refuge in the readers arms. Then Oscar confesses his feelings for the reader and completely breaksdown in the readers arms?

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Making It Personal

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Requested?- Yes: @firebenderwolf :Reader is Mario’s twin and Ruby’s older sister. She is also labeled as a Santo because of her relationship with Oscar. This causes tension especially with her mom. Until some Prophets beat up Mario and Reader gets all protective and Oscar calms her down before she does something stupid. Then he deals with the Prophets.

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Sorry it’s so short but I hope you like it!

Living in Freeridge wasn’t just about forming friendships and looking over your shoulder every time you heard the subtle hum of a car behind you on the streets. You had to survive, and that meant not taking any shit from other rival gangs.

At the over-zealous age of 22, you decided to stay and study in Freeridge while you twin brother, Mario, escaped to study elsewhere. Now that it was the holidays and Mario was back visiting, you could feel yourself breathe at last. There was no doubt that being a twin meant that there was a sense of longing whenever the two of you were apart. When Mario left for school at 18, and you were left to make your own friendships and relationships, you found yourself falling into the endearing eyes of Oscar, the head of the Santos. Before long, the two of you were thick as thieves. People started referring to you as one of the Santos, which didn’t sit well with your family. Your mother especially hated the idea of you being associated with the gang, but when she saw how content you were with Oscar, she couldn’t stay mad at you.

No matter what you had to do, Oscar always knew where you were. He gave you your space while still making sure that you were always safe. Even after three years together, Oscar made sure that your family always had what they needed, because he was already preparing himself to become part of your family, officially.

Within the first weekend of Mario’s return, he seemed to already forget how things worked in the neighbourhood. Maybe it was the sense of confidence he gained from living out-of-town, but when he came face-to-face with a group of Prophets in the darkest section of the mall’s underground car-park, you knew that things would go downhill very quickly.

While Mario cracked jokes and tried to keep a smile on his face, the Prophets were growing more and more upset. Without notice, they rushed to Mario, fists clenched and weapons drawn. Thankfully, they only had knives and it was only when you started screaming and footsteps approached that the Prophets begin to scatter.

When they finally left, you knelt to examine your brother. His face was covered in blood and his left eye was swollen. He couldn’t utter a single coherent word. With the help of the onlookers, you were able to take your brother home.

While your grandmother tended to his wounds in the kitchen, you remained seated at the dining table, watching as your brother’s head was only held up by your Grandmother’s hands. He was conscious, but his strength was depleted.

With a heavy sigh, your phone buzzed: Oscar was calling. The moment he heard your sorrowful voice, he said he would be right over and ended the call.

Ever true to his word, Oscar was in your living room within minutes. He kissed your cheek as he always did. When he saw Mario in the kitchen, he cursed under his breath and took the seat next to you, forcing you to look at him.

“What happened, mi amor?” He took your hands in his, holding them carefully in his lap while his thumbs caressed your wrists.

You recounted the experience to him, waiting until you finished to let out a tense breath.

“What do you want to do? I’ll follow your lead with this.”

For some reason, with Oscar’s sincerity and drive, you felt yourself turn from dejected to furious. Suddenly, your skin became heated as you pictured the Prophets paying for what they did.

“Mi amor?” he asked, pressing you for a response.

“I want them all dead. Every last one of them. I don’t care if they weren’t there, I want all the Prophets wiped out from the earth.”

Oscar brought your hands to his lips and kissed them. “Y/N, I know you’re angry, but we can’t cause a war over something like this.”

You turned icy eyes towards him. “What do you mean ‘something like this’? They crossed a line, Oscar. They made this personal.”

Oscar sighed and squeezed your hands subtly. “I know, princesa. I don’t want you getting involved with this, okay? Will you let me take care of this?”

“What will you do?”

Oscar smirked and replied, “I have a pretty good idea.”

You nodded, placing your trust in him. Before Oscar left, he whispered something to Mario and then headed out with a determined look across his face.

Later that night, Oscar returned to your home. Mario had gotten some rest and was more energized. Oscar called the two of you to the living room where he displayed pictures of injured Prophets on his phone. You recognized the boys in the pictures as the ones from the attack.

Now that you had time to relax, you were relieved that Oscar only went after the boys that were actually involved. You watched Mario’s face as he smiled with every picture, content with the payback.

When Mario left, you let Oscar bring you to his side as he slung his arm around you.

Leaning your head against his chest, you said, “Thank you for this.”

“Of course, mi amor. I’ll always have your back.”

“I know,” you whisper as you adjust your head and close your eyes, focusing on the steady heartbeat of your only love.

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(Updated)~Masterlist~

Family First: Oscar Diaz x Reader-- Part 1 Part 2

Witness: Oscar Diaz x Reader--Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

See Me: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Light of My Life: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Always Welcome: Oscar Diaz x Reader

So Close: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Connection: Oscar Diaz x Reader

It’s Been A While: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Welcome to the Family: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Secrets Unveiled: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Resistance is Futile: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Opposites Attract: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Not Going Anywhere: Oscar Diaz x Reader

What Once Was: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Stay Safe: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Lean On Me: Oscar Diaz x Reader

The Unpredictable Santo: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Moving On: Oscar Diaz x Reader

The Confession: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Making It Personal: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Stuck With You: Oscar Diaz x Reader

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The Confession

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader (Teenage Timeline)

Requested?: Yes- jeeves-annabel - Hi there! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write an Oscar x Reader where there’s mutual pining but he confesses first? Thanks!

Warnings: None

Things had been rocky with you and Oscar. While you two once used to spend your Sundays studying and catching up on school assignments, you now found yourself doing these things alone in your home. Whenever you tried to make plans, Oscar would suddenly send you a message that something came up and he wouldn’t be able to make it.

After enough times of getting rejected, it became obvious to you that Oscar was spending more time with the Santos. For normal teenagers, getting good grades and passing the SATs were a priority, but for Oscar, he just wanted to help his younger brother survive.

During one of your lunchbreaks, you entered the school grounds where there were lunch tables scattered. On the far end of the grounds, you noticed Oscar sitting alone, flipping through his Physics book.

Seeing him looking studious made your heart leap, reminding you of times that seemed so long ago. Finding a renewed pep in your step, you strolled with your brown lunch bag in hand.

You took the seat opposite him, but he didn’t look up. Instead, you looked at how he had changed over such a short span of time. His hair was more cropped now and he began wearing baggy white shirts that definitely added to the whole dangerous Santos aura.

He was still staring intently at the textbook when you reached across the table and placed your hand on the back of his own that rested just away from the book. At the contact, his head snapped up with a snarl, but when he saw you, his features softened. He glanced at your hand on his and smiled slightly. Rather than pull away, he flipped his palm over and held your hand in his.

“Getting ready for the exam tomorrow?” you teased.

He cringed before responding, “Pretty sure I'm not going to retain any of this information tomorrow.”

The way his kind eyes met yours, you smiled to yourself, glad that he was being the Oscar that you always knew, your Oscar. You knew you had grown feelings for him since you were younger, but you kept your relationship friendly, unsure of how he felt. “I could come over later and help you study.”

He released a stressed breath and smiled, flashing his white teeth and said, “Would you, please?”

You gave his hand a subtle squeeze as you said, “Of course. I have to study too anyway.”

He nodded and looked at your lunch bag. “Not gonna eat?”

You shrugged, not wanting to let go of his hand just yet.

When you didn’t move, he held on to your hand as he returned his eyes to the text.

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Oscar left school almost as soon as the final bell rang. You met up with him at the house about an hour later. You were relieved to find the front of the house cleared of Santos. You made the familiar trek through the foyer and into the home, heading towards Oscar’s room.

You knocked twice and pushed the door open. You found him sitting on the edge of the bed, making furious notes. Various books and loose pages were scattered on the bed.

“Hey, you,” you said, moving closer to him and placing your bag on the ground to lean against the bottom frame of the bed.

He looked up and smiled. “Hey. Sorry, I got started without you.”

“That’s fine.” You moved next to him and moved back a book to make room for yourself.

As you peered over to see what he was reading, you were vaguely aware of how close your face was to his.

Sensing your gaze, he looked up and met your eyes. As the two of you stared into each other’s eyes, you could feel his breath trickle down your neck.

You watched as his eyes trailed from your jaw back to your eyes. He shut the book as he brought a hand up to your jaw. Tracing his thumb against your jawline, he swallowed before noting, “Y/N, I need to tell you something.”

You nodded slightly, raising a hand to hold his own.

Just as Oscar opened his mouth to speak again, his bedroom door burst open and two seasoned Santos appeared in the entry-way. The older, tougher-looking one, spoke. “We gotta take care of some putos on the south-side of town.”

Oscar’s hand dropped from your face as he turned on the hard-as-stone attitude. “I’ll be right there,” he said through seething teeth.

As the men strutted away, he turned back to you.

You laid a gentle hand on his forearm and said, “Oscar, wait.”

He met your pleading eyes and he replied, “I have to go, Y/N.” He took your hand in his, encompassing them in his grasp. “I have to go, but I need to tell you this.” He took a breath and steadied himself. Holding tighter onto your hands, he said, “I have this Santo life happening and I know that you’re going to go on and leave Freeridge and live your dreams. And I know that you deserve so much more out of this life.” He stopped to take another steadying breath.

You kept looking at him, wondering where he was going with all this. Your heart raced with increasing anxiety.

“I want you to have the best things in this life, and I know I could never live up to be what you deserve. I’m nowhere near good enough for you, but I can’t help myself; I love you, Y/N. I have for a while now but with everything progressing with the Santos, I needed to let you know. I needed to let it out, to let you know that no matter what happens with my life, I'll always be there for you.”

You let out a staggering breath at his admittance. You smiled softly and replied, “Oscar, I know what you mean. I know, because I feel the same way about you.”

He brought your hands to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“I don’t care whether you’re a Santo or working in an office cubicle. I’ll be proud of you no matter what you choose.”

He returned your smile and leaned forward. You met him halfway and let him lead the kiss. He was gentle and you could sense his nervousness but you just went along with it, knowing that you’d have more chances to improve later on.

When he broke contact, you swatted his arm playfully.

After a short moment of just looking at each other, he realized something was off. “Oh, dammit. I gotta go!”

You watched as he hurried to put on his shoes and dashed out of the room.

You weren’t going to stay in that house without him, so you gathered your things and made your way out. All the way back home, you kept replaying his sincere looks as he confessed to you. You smiled to yourself and let the heat rush to your cheeks, content that you weren’t the only one with strong feelings. Things were going to be a lot different from now on.

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Hi there! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write an OscarxReader where there’s mutual pining but he confesses first? thanks! Love your stuff!

Sure thing :) Thanks for the request :D

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Moving On

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Requested?: Yes- jeyramarie - Reader coming back to Freeridge because of Julia’s death to support Monse(her sister) and seeing Oscar after many years, now the reader is a CEO or something and dresses really fancy.

Warnings: none

Hearing about your mother’s death didn’t make you feel instantly sad. Monse, your little sister, had managed to connect with her recently but you never made any attempt to know about her.

Monse kept you informed on your mother’s life but you only kept up the interest for Monse’s sake. Nevertheless, when Monse relayed the news of her death to you, you felt like you needed to be there for her.

The moment you stepped foot in your childhood home, you released a worried breath. Monse met you in the living room and wrapped you in a hug so tight, you had the wind knocked out of you.

When she stepped away, you looked at her, wondering how she grew so much while you were away. Watching her smile widely, you returned the smile, feeling proud to be her sister.

She was already dressed in black, ready to head over to Julia’s house. She followed you to your old room and watched as you packed your stuff away and began to change into your own black garment.

The two of you made small talk, getting giddy when she brought up Cesar. In the middle of catching up, Cesar knocked on the front door and made himself at home. When he entered, you watched as he and Monse shared a knowing, loving look. He greeted you and you patted his shoulder, begging him to take her out of the room so you could get ready.

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The gathering happened and ended without incident. Monse introduced you to Julia’s husband and her kids; all you could do was smile politely and try not to be jealous at the lavish lifestyle that your mother managed to have with these people.

When you returned home, you immediately when to bed, knocking out even before Monse had a chance to ask you if you wanted to have dinner with her.

The following day, you were going to meet up with some of your high school friends, so you made breakfast for Monse and your dad, all the while wondering what to wear to impress them.

Taking a shower, you finally decided what to wear. From working away from home, in the city, you managed to hold down a pretty desirous job at a large corporation, which allowed you to improve your wardrobe choices.

Looking into your closet, you picked a violet ombre, mid-thigh, thin-strap dress. You picked a matching shawl and tied your hair up in a tight bun that let the full length of your neck show. You picked out silver teardrop earrings and left your necklace behind, wanting to leave your clavicles exposed.

When you stepped into a matching pair of ballet flats, you looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with your choices.

The group of girls picked a nearby café, so you opted to make the stroll rather than hire a car. When you reached the café, you found you were the only one there; the others messaged to say they were running late due to different family-related setbacks.

You sat at one of the larger tables at the back of the café and settled in. You took out your phone and began checking your work e-mail, always paranoid about what you were missing.

The bell above the entrance to the café dinged, but you didn’t look up to see who entered. Only when a shadow appeared over your table did you look up.

Thinking it was one of the girls, you smiled. However, that smile dropped the second your eyes fell on Oscar Diaz’s form. He kept your gaze as he took one of the chairs opposite you.

It had been so long since you’d last seen him; he looked like a complete stranger. Even though he felt like a stranger, you still saw the kindness and softness behind his Santo-turned eyes.

“It’s been a while, mami. When did you get back?” He leaned forward with his arms out on the table, hands clasped as he studied you.

You cleared your throat, finding your voice. “Just got back yesterday; Monse’s mom passed away so I came back to support her.”

“You mean your mom?”

You nodded. “What’ve you been up to?”

“Nothing new with me. Still with the Santos and taking care of Cesar.”

You smiled at the mention of Cesar. “He and Monse seem to be quite close.”

He smirked and replied, “Yeah, too close.”

“Cut him some slack; you were the same way when you were his age.”

He broke out in a grin and chuckled. “Yeah, I remember those days.” He held your gaze as he pulled his lips inside his mouth and passed his tongue over them.

Your mind took you back to your youth when Oscar and you used to sneak and fool around in his dad’s car. Heat rose to your cheeks but you maintained your look of neutrality.

“You in town for a while?”

You shook your head simply and replied, “Just for a few more days.”

“Looks like the big city life has been good to you,” he said, staring at your clothes.

You scoffed and nodded. “It’s okay. Better than fighting to get stuff around here.”

“Yeah, it suits you. You meeting anyone here or just gonna take this huge table for yourself?”

“Y-yeah, meeting some of the girls from school. They should be here soon.” You didn’t mean to sound like he should leave, but from the shift in his eyes, you knew he took it that way.

“I should get going then. We should catch up,” he said, moving backwards and rising to his feet.

A part of you was disappointed that he was suddenly leaving but then out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted one of your friends heading into the café. You muttered, “Y-yeah, of course.”

“Well, you know where to find me.”

He turned his back to you and strolled out of the café, not looking back.

While your friends eventually gathered in the café and you all began catching up, your mind kept wandering back to Oscar. You hadn’t expected to see him that way. You found yourself wondering why he still stayed with the Santos and how he was handling raising Cesar in his teenage years. Above all, you were curious about what his personal/romantic life was like now.

While you strolled back to your house, you made a mental note to visit his house before you left.

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reader coming back to freeridge because of julia’s death to support monse(her sister) and seeing oscar after many years, now the reader is a CEO or something and dresses really fancy, picture meghan markle fancy 👀

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The Unpredictable Santo

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Requested?: Yes- tragically-cordelia :Could you do an imagine where the reader meets Oscar at a Santos party but she’s really innocent and they dance and he’s sweet to her.

Warnings: none

Maybe making it your New Year’s Resolution to try new things wasn’t the right way to go. Nonetheless, you give it your best shot when you agreed to accompany your friend to a neighbourhood party.

Your friend was a bit lapse with the details but she moved confidently all the way up to when you two arrived at the house. Finding that you were actually attending a Santos party almost knocked the wind out of you. You felt yourself put up mental guards, already not looking forward to the evening.

Your friend, on the other hand, embraced the unknown. She plastered on a smile, pulled down her top to show off her assets and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she strutted forward.

The moment you two were in the crowd of Santos, the resounding thump of the music encompassed you and the scent of liquor shot up your nose. It took all of two minutes to lose your friend. The crowd of dancing bodies threatened to lock you in, but you persevered, making your way to the back. When you could feel fresh air on your skin, you took a deep breath. You rose up and balanced on your tiptoes and found your friend in the middle of the crowd, already surrounded by three Santos who only had eyes on her assets.

From where you were, you could see the back of the house and could smell the grilling of meat. You took the few steps towards the scent of food, desperate to smell anything but alcohol.

You found the grill and noticed a Santo attending to the food, quietly monitoring the charring of the meat. Out of nowhere, your stomach growled and you mentally cursed yourself for not eating before showing up to the party.

The grill guy turned towards you and smirked. “It’s almost done,” he said.

You met his eyes and smiled back. “Thanks. I’ll stick around.”

He turned his focus back to the grill and said, “Not enjoying the party?”

“It’s not really my thing; I'm just here with a friend.”

“Where’s your friend, then?”

You sighed and replied, “Enjoying herself in the throng of men.”

He chuckled and looked at you over his shoulder. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N, you?”

“Spooky, but it’s really Oscar.”

Your eyes widened; everyone in the neighbourhood knew who Spooky was but you had never met him.

When you didn’t respond, he reached his hand out, ushering you towards him. When you were next to him, he spoke again. “Taste this.”

He rose a loose forkful of steak towards your mouth. You opened and the moment your teeth sunk in, the flavors exploded in your mouth. Your instinctively hummed at the taste and Oscar smiled, pleased with your reaction.

You gave him a thumbs up signal and he nodded. He proceeded to remove the finished meat onto a tray at the side. He then hollered at another Santo and instructed him to continue the cooking. When he walked away, you followed.

He faced the DJ and raised a hand. With a nod from the DJ, he turned to you. “Wanna dance?” He drew out his hand for you to accept.

The music changed from upbeat and lively to a slower-paced vibe. Smiling cheekily and remembering your motto for the year, you placed your hand in his and let him lead you to the outskirts of the main crowd.

You noticed other Santos pair-up with their women as the song progressed.

Facing Oscar, he leaned down and placed a hand on your hip. You brought your hands up to rest on his shoulders. He led the way, moving in tune with the steady beat of the song.

Meeting your eyes, he asked, “This isn’t so bad, huh?”

You smirked and replied, “It’s definitely an improvement.”

He nodded and leaned towards your ear as he whispered, “You’re new here so everyone’s watching us. Is that okay?”

You shrugged slightly and said, “Let them.”

Oscar smiled at your sudden defiance and subtly squeezed your hips. Keeping your gaze, he leaned closer and bent his head to yours. His lips touched yours and then he pulled away slightly.

Instead of stepping away, you went with your gut. You pulled him forward and kissed him with intent. Your lips parted and he eagerly mirrored you, falling more into the contact.

The song came to an end much faster than you realized and the sudden twist to a more party-like song made you come back to reality. You opened your eyes and broke contact, with Oscar still looking into your eyes.

Slowly, the two of you separated and your friend appeared at your side. She grabbed your arm and turned towards Oscar. While most men tended to focus on your energetic friend, Oscar didn’t even glance at her.

He took your other hand in his and said, “You should come back when there aren’t so many people. Seems like we both prefer one-on-one conversations.”

You smiled and held onto his hand. “I will.”

He brought your hand to his lips and placed a tender kiss on your knuckles. “Till then, mami” he said and released your hand. He turned his back, returning to the grill and left you there with your friend to return to the predictable unfolding of the rest of the evening.

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Lean On Me

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Requested?: Yes- itskiranbitch - I had a request that relates to the third season, I was wondering you would be able to do an imagine where Oscar’s dad has come and the reader comforts him on arrival and then comforts him when he leaves again, showing the vulnerable side that only the reader gets to see.

Warnings: Slight smut

The moment Oscar told you that his father was back from prison, you dropped what you were doing and hurried over to his house. When he heard the front gate squeak open, he met you in the foyer, not wanting to let you come in contact with his father.

“Oscar,” you started.

Before you could question him, he wrapped you in his arms, gluing you to his side. All of his stress was expressed in his grip.

When he pulled away, he led you to the back of the house, looking for a private place to speak.

When he saw your concerned and confused expression, he spoke up. “Sorry, I just need to be away from him right now.”

You rest a gentle palm on his shoulder as you stepped closer and asked, “Oscar, what’s going on? Is he staying here with you?”

He sighed and nodded. “Cesar even got him a job at the barbecue place. He’s settling in for God knows how long.”

You sighed and glided your hand up and down his arm. Not sure what to say next, you rose both hands to his neck, bringing his gaze to match yours. He instinctively bent his head towards yours, bringing his lips to yours.

When your lips met, you felt the stress in his shoulders release and he brought both arms to wrap around your waist, holding you closer. As seconds passed, the kiss became more passionate; Oscar was transforming his pain into passion as his thumbs drew intense circles along your hips, bringing them closer to his center. As he pulled you towards him, he simultaneously leaned his center forward. Upon contact, you could feel his arousal against you. When you didn’t shy away, he began grinding his hips against yours.

Knowing what he wanted but also remembering where you were, you pulled away. You looked up at his eyes, riddled with raging hormones. You placed a warning hand against his chest, feeling the heavy up and down as he was catching his breath.

“Oscar, we can’t,” you muttered.

He brought his bottom lip to his mouth as he smirked. “I know, but I really want to.”

You playfully slapped at his chest as he unwillingly released you.

You promised to let him stay at your place that night if things had become overbearing for him.

-

It was only a couple weeks later when Oscar called you. The moment his voice sounded, you could hear the pain and anguish in his voice. When he told you his father had left again, you felt your heart sink. Although you knew it was going to happen, you hadn’t prepared yourself for it.

To hear not just the regret but also the vulnerability in your boyfriend’s voice, you sank into your living room couch and leaned forward, holding your head in your free hand.

“Papi, I’ll be right over, okay?” you said, already looking for your car keys.

“No, no. It’s fine, mi amor. I’m already walking over to your place. I’ll be there soon.”

The call ended and you looked into your simple home. Your house was always a place of comfort for Oscar, especially since it allowed him to shed the tough Santo aura and just be with you in peace.

When he entered your home, you called him to rest on the couch with you. He lay down and placed his head in your lap. Taking your hand in his, he kissed your knuckles and moved your hand to lay on his heart.

You could see the remnants of tears on his face, but you waited for him to speak.

“Cesar is going to be broken,” he muttered.

You nodded and placed your other hand on his forehead, letting your thumb trace his shaven hairline.

“When I tell him, he’s going to hate me.”

“He’ll understand, he has to.”

“I knew he was gonna do it again but why did he have to hurt Cesar again?”

“He hurt both of you. You’re just better at handling it.”

He scoffed and squeezed your hand. “I swear, I won’t ever leave my kid. My kid will have to beg me to leave them.”

“I know, Papi, I know.”

“I mean it, I won’t have any kid of mine wondering when their dad will show up out of the blue.”

“You better not.”

He met your eyes and smiled sweetly. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Oscar.”

With that, he closed his eyes and fell into the comfort of your hand in his.

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themenof--freeridge · 4 years

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Stay Safe

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Requested?: Yes- bobo-bush : For my request, I want to ask if you can write an Oscar x reader: The episode where he's been gone for 3 days and the reader doesn't know what really going on but she been dating Oscar for a long time so she knows something wrong but the crew isn't saying anything. When she's at the house (Oscar cuz they live together) calling Caesar because he disappeared without saying anything, Oscar comes in and they hug and happy ending. Also, they have a kid idk I really love your stories where Oscar’s a dad.

Warnings: Cursing

*Y/C/N: Your Child’s Name

“It’s been three fucking days, Cesar. What the hell is going on?” you screamed into your cellphone as you peered out into the empty street through the window curtain.

Your boyfriend, leader of the Santos, Oscar Diaz, was missing and your instincts told you that Cesar and his friends knew what was going on. You kept pressing, but no one wanted to tell you anything. When you asked Ruby and Jamal in person, their guilty, pleading eyes confirmed your suspicions that something serious was going down.

“Please, Cesar, just tell me that he’s okay.”

Cesar sighed on the other end of the call before saying, “I can’t tell you that, Y/N. I gotta go.”

Before you could question him further, the call ended. Out of frustration, you tossed the phone onto the couch and let your eyes pool with oncoming tears.

You forced back the tears as you remembered that even though Oscar wasn’t here, you had other priorities, like your son. You strutted over to his room only to find him huddled in bed reading one of his favorite books. You leaned against the doorframe and smiled at your son, relieved that he was safe with you.

Eventually, you moved back to the living room, where you slouched down into the couch.

What felt like lightyears passed and the front door slowly opened. Your head sprung up and you mentally prepared yourself for an oncoming attack.

Your worries subsided when you saw Oscar, beaten and battered enter the room.

Before he could push the door shut, you were grabbing him and wrapping your arms around him.

He let out a quiet cough as your arms tightened.

“Mi amor,” he whispered.

You pulled back slightly to look up at him. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, but let’s get you cleaned up first.”

As you turned towards the bathroom at the back of the house, you let your hand fall into his, leading him along with you. You released a stressed breath, relieved that Oscar, your Oscar, was back with you.

As you passed through the hallway, you watched your son’s bedroom door, making sure that he was still there; you didn’t need him to see his father in this state.

Quietly, you brought Oscar to the bathroom and clicked the door shut behind you. As you started setting up the bath water, you felt his arms wrap around you from behind. You sighed, leaning back into him. His head was nestled into the crook of your neck and you let his breaths trickle down your chest.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

You covered his arms with your own, gliding your thumbs along the back of his palms.

“I know you were worried.”

You took a breath before responding. “Just let me know in advance what you’re planning next time. I didn’t even know what to tell Y/C/N.”

You felt him grimace against you as he uttered, “I will. I won’t make you go through this again, mi reina.”

With that, you patted his arm and began to pull away. You turned to face him and stared into his sorrowful, exhausted eyes. You maintained his gaze as you lifted his shirt above his head and moved to unbuckle his pants.

Once he was fully undressed, you guided him to the bathtub and helped him sink in. As he settled in, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, letting the warm water cover him.

You moved to sit on the outside of the tub, leaning your head on the edge, keeping a careful watch over him.

After a few minutes of silence, the bathroom door slowly pushed open and you turned to see your son peering into the room.

You ushered him to come closer. He trotted over to you and flopped into your lap, immediately turning his wide, worried eyes towards his father’s form.

“Pa?” he asked, leaning forward.

Oscar’s eyes flitted open as he smiled warmly towards his son. “Todo es bien, mijo.”

His son returned the smile, but kept looking on as Oscar closed his eyes once more, trying to recover slowly but surely.

You remained like that for a few more minutes, with your son in your lap, the both of you watching over the tired man. He belonged to you, but his affiliations made him the victim of another gang disagreement.

Although you knew he had obligations to the Santos and to his own brother, you knew that your family was becoming a priority for him. With you, he had something to look forward to, something to aspire towards.

While he once needed the Santos to survive, he now needed you to push him to lead the life he always wanted. What made him want to change even more was your son; being a father was the determining factor in turning his life around. He always swore to never let his own offspring be involved with the gang and street life. He wanted better not just for himself but for his family.

Together, he finally felt like you gave him the push he needed to overcome his life with the Santos.

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themenof--freeridge · 4 years

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For my request, I want to ask if you can write an Oscar x reader: The episode where he's been gone for 3 days and the reader doesn't know what really going on but she been dating Oscar for a long time so she knows something wrong but the crew isn't saying anything. When she's at the hose ( Oscar cuz they live together) calling Caesar because he disappeared without saying anything, Oscar comes in and they hug and happy ending. Also, they have a kid idk I really love your stories we're Oscar a dad

Sure thing :) Thanks for the request :D

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themenof--freeridge · 4 years

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What Once Was

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Requested?: Yes- jeyramarie - Oscar and reader being high school lovers (never stopped loving each other) and the reader comes back home and she sees Oscar again just to find that he has someone and is gonna be a dad.

Warnings: Angst (sort of)

It had been years since you’d last been to your family’s home in Freeridge. You finally managed to get the approval for your vacation from your company in the city and you were eagerly awaiting stepping into your childhood home.

Your younger brother kept you updated on all the town’s happenings. He let you know when the Prophets were dismantled, when a new gang arose from nowhere and when the Santos took charge to improve the safety of the streets. You always looked out for his updates on Oscar Diaz. Every time Oscar was brought up by your brother, you kept waiting to see how his life was developing.

The last thing your brother told you about the Diaz brothers was that Oscar had departed from the Santos and Cesar had taken up his throne.

When you taxi stopped in front of your house, your mother and brother were waiting in the foyer, ecstatic smiles spread across their faces.

The reunion was quick as your brother was dragged into the kitchen with your mother to finish up making a lunch spread of all of your homemade favorites. When you mother refused your help in the kitchen, she shooed you off to the living room.

Rather than lay around doing nothing, you decided to head off to the nearby 24-hour convenience store. You were suddenly craving their low-quality chicken paste sandwiches.

Once you announced your departure, your brother rattled off a list of snacks to get until you were out the door.

The walk to the store felt all-too familiar, except now the streets were busier with children and teenagers enjoying their lives and not caring about who was watching them. There definitely was a decrease in the number of Santos and questionable characters on the streets.

When you opened the door to the store, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke and fresh bread engulfed you. You strutted in and immediately headed to the refrigerated food section, eager to complete your quest for that sandwich.

You were leaning over the shelf inspecting the products as you heard a voice that only lived in your mind for the past few years away from home.

“Make sure we get paprika and garlic powder,” his voice boomed through the aisle.

You straightened up slowly, turning to face the direction of his voice. When you found him, you gasped quietly; he looked so different from when you last saw him.

Your teenage love, arguable the love of your life, Oscar Diaz, was standing a mere few feet in front of you. His hair had grown out, so long for the shaved head. He wore a proper shirt instead of the wife-beaters that once decorated his closet.

Your feet moved on their own, taking you closer to him. As you stood at the entrance of one aisle, he stood on the opposite end with his back to you. In front of him, too close to be a friend, stood an attractive woman with soft, curly auburn hair. When she shifted to the side, you noticed a prominent baby bump. You watched as Oscar moved to place a hand around her center, cradling the bump. In that moment, you realized how differently your lives turned out. While you were away working on making a name for yourself, Oscar had freed himself from the Santos and managed to settle down with someone who was soon to make a father out of him.

What hit you was that he was settled down with someone that wasn’t you.

Suddenly, the couple turned, heading towards you. The moment Oscar met your eyes, he came to a halt. The girl with him didn’t seem to notice; she moved around you, heading to the next aisle.

Slowly, Oscar moved to stand in front of you. “Hey, Y/N.”

Just hearing your name in his voice was enough to take you back to your younger days. “Hey, Oscar.”

“When did you get back?” he asked, glancing at his baby mama.

“A couple of hours ago.”

He nodded and smiled shyly. He was just as awkward as you felt. You couldn’t deny it, he still made you feel like a teenage girl.

You needed to ease the tension a little. You gestured to where his girl was and asked, “So, you’re gonna be a dad, huh?”

His smile grew proudly as he nodded in confirmation.

“Congrats. You’ll make a great dad to any kid.”

He nodded again and replied, “Thanks. I’m planning on it.”

You pointed to his hair and asked, “You left the Santos?”

“Oh, yeah. A lot has happened since you left.”

“Papi?” his girl swiveled around the aisle to spot the two of you chatting. She offered you a kind smile as she waited for him to respond.

Before he could leave, you hurried up by saying, “I should get going anyway. Maybe I'll see you around?”

“Yeah, of course. Hey, we’re having a barbecue at the house later if you wanna stop by with your brother.”

“The Santos house?”

His girl piped in again, “No, we moved out of that house a while ago. Maybe Oscar can text you the address.”

“Y-Yeah, sure,” you managed. You smiled at them one last time before turning away and returning to the refrigerated section.

You thought about what she said. “‘We’ moved out”? That meant that she and Oscar were already living together while he was a Santo. You closed your eyes, trying to take in all the information. The boy you watched turn into a man found happiness with another woman. She was beautiful and the pregnancy glow worked in her favor. She was giving him all he ever wanted: stability, love and a future.

You stayed in the store, staring blankly at the sandwiches; you stayed until you heard them leave.

When you snapped back to reality, you felt a tear slide down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away and took a deep breath. You told yourself that this is how things go. People grow when apart and even though your feelings for him remained, you had no right to act on them. He was settled now with a baby on the way. Whatever residual feelings you two had for each other needed to be locked away.

Reality was coming down on you and you were trying to adapt as quickly as possible. When you left for the big city, you were saying goodbye to everyone you once knew. Being away from a certain lifestyle forced you to make a life of your own.

Just because you were back home didn’t mean that everything fell back into place as you wanted.

For the foreseeable future, Oscar was off-limits. Despite how naturally your body moved towards him, like magnets stuck for life, you needed to stay away from him and give him space to build his own future.

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themenof--freeridge · 4 years

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Are you solely a Spooky fanfic writer? Or would you accept other men of Freeridge requests?

I write mainly for Spooky, but I'm not limited to writing just about him. What did you have in mind?

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themenof--freeridge · 4 years

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Not Going Anywhere

Pairing: Spooky (Oscar Diaz) x Reader

Requested?: Yes- @firebenderwolf :Hi could you do a request for me please? It’s about Season 3 for On My Block. Reader is Ruby’s older sister and dating Spooky. When Spooky talks with Cuchillos, she mentions Reader and Spooky gets defensive over her and then he finds out that the thugs who kidnapped her and has been beating her. He trades himself for her and she goes to Abuelita when she tells Abuelita she’s pregnant. Then Spooky returns and Abuelita patches him up too and hints about Reader which he talks with her back home.

Warnings: none

A/N: Hope you like it :)

Locked in a cramped room with no signs of light, apart from the sliver of light under the closed door, was really beginning to get to you. It had only been a couple of days and your hopes of being released were dwindling. Of course, you tried to remind yourself that Spooky, your Spooky, would be doing all he could to get you back.

On the third day, the door burst open and you remained on edge, waiting for the worst to happen.

“Get up, puta.” The harsh tone of the thug in front of you made you even less confident of what was to come.

Rather than take you further into the unmarked house you were in, the man gripped your arm tightly and thrust you towards the entrance of the property. You were now standing on the bare pavement, with a mixed sheen of dirt and sweat covering your body. When the gate locked, separating you from the property, your realized that you were finally free. Not wanting to give them the chance to recapture you, you turned and sprinted away, eager to get back to the familiar roads of Freeridge.

-

When you returned to your home, you avoided your younger brother’s confused eyes and rushed to the shower.

Cleaned and refreshed, you let your damp hair skate down your back, not having the energy to raise your arms to dry your hair. When you emerged from your room, your brother and his group of friends were in the living room, huddled together with worried looks on their faces.

“What’s going on?” you asked, approaching them from behind.

Jamal was the only one to meet your eyes. “Spooky went to the Cuchillos. He went to do a trade.”

“What kind of trade?”

Your question hung in the air; no one knew how to answer you.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to get a glass of water in the kitchen. When you reached your hand forward, the bruises on your forearms appeared, fresh and numerous. You immediately pulled down your sleeves, trying to hide them from coming to the light.

Behind you, Abuelita appeared from her room. She moved to stand next to you. “Have you told him yet, with everything going on?”

You shut off the tap and turned to her, leaning your hip against the kitchen sink. “What do you mean?”

She tapped your upper arm as she explained, “I found the pregnancy test in the bathroom bin. Have you told Oscar yet?”

You sighed, hung your head and shook it in dismay. With everything that you’d just been through, you had completely forgotten about the positive pregnancy test. Not only were you now reminded of that, but you also had to deal with the fact that Oscar had traded your freedom for his own.

Another couple of days passed by with no indication of where Oscar was or when he’d be returning. You tried not to let your mind wander into the worst of circumstances.

It was the dead of night when your brother and his friends were staying over at another house for the night. You lay on the couch when you heard your Abuelita near the back door, whispering to someone. You remained where you were, out of sight, listening in.

When the door swung shut, you heard more bustling, and the heavy sigh of the visitor as they sunk into one of the kitchen chairs.

“You’ve had everyone worried, especially my granddaughter.”

“I had to go, to keep her safe,” his voice sounded.

When you heard Oscar’s voice, your heart sprung to life. You jumped up, but even in the darkness, you remained a shadow. You watched in silent worry as your Abuelita began working stitches onto Oscar’s injured neck. There were bloody tissues scattered on the kitchen table and Oscar grasped a bottle of white rum on his hand, trying to balance the pain with every gulp.

“You need to get your life in order, kid. Soon enough, you’re gonna have one of your own to take care of.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, taking a huge swig from the bottle.

“She’s pregnant, you fool.”

Oscar breathed deeply before responding. “Things are going to have to change, then.”

When Abuelita finished dressing his wounds, she washed her hands and retreated to her room. When she was out of sight, you strutted over to him.

He was still sitting on the chair, letting the alcohol take the better of him.

“Oscar?” you asked, leaning down to see his face.

His head bobbed up, reacting to your voice.

You grasped his arm and dragged him to his feet, leading him to lay on the couch.

You sat and rested his head to lay in your lap. Our of instinct, he gripped your hand and brought it to lay on his chest. You took a moment to feel the rise and fall of his chest, glad that he was back with you once more.

After a moment of silence, he spoke up, “Do you have a name in mind, for the kid?”

You gasped quietly, but quickly came back by saying, “I thought we could think of a few together.”

He smiled beneath you and brought your hand up to place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Don’t worry, mi reina, I’m not going anywhere.”

With your other hand, you glided your fingertips along his forehead and down the path of his nose. “You better not. I’ll just have to hunt you down. There's no way I’m raising this kid on my own.” You were certain to heighten your voice to sound a teasing tone.

He let out a low chuckle. “There’s nothing in the world more important than our baby right now. I won’t let anything come between us.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

After a moment, Oscar fell into a deep sleep. You stayed awake a little longer listening to the consistency of his breathing. Every passing second and every passing breath keeping you assured that Oscar would make the most of his days and do what he needed to to make your life and your lives together safe and secure.

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themenof--freeridge · 4 years

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Hi could do a request for me please? It's about Season 3 for ON My Block. Reader is Ruby's older sister and dating Spooky. When Spooky talks with Cuchillos, she mentions Reader and Spooky gets defensive over her and then he finds out that the thugs who kidnapped her and has been beating her. He trades himself for her and she goes to Abuelita when she tells Abuelita she's pregnant. Then Spooky returns and Abuelita patches him up too and hints to him about Reader which he talks to her back home.

Yes!

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