#cesar x reader

[whereslynx]

POV: Cesar posting you on his story.

a/n: here’s some cesar content, but if you guys prefer spooky, let me know! p.s, i tried my best to keep the photos inclusive for all readers, apologies if it’s not 🥲

spooky version <—

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context: one thing bout y’all, is that you’ll always catch you and cesar on midnight walks together.

context: sad eyes is always looking after you when cesar can’t.

context: one of the many nights you and cesar spend together.

context: he always manages to piss you off somehow.

context: would you be surprised if i told you this wasn’t the only time you tied him up and stole his phone?

context: where you and cesar first met.

context: spooktober special. ;)

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

Request: None

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 866

Warnings: None

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

César hates being sick 

Like really hates being sick

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

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

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

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

That jumps on him randomly and dances with him 

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

You’re still, and tired, and in pain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cesar Diaz dating headcanons

!!Contains spoilers for on my block, mostly season 4!!

warnings: mentions of standard gang violence, season 4 spoilers, standard fare for omb lmao, happy ending/fix it energy/no one dies au

After finishing season 4 of on my block (and having had a lot of practice writing since my last take at this) here’s more cesar diaz dating headcanons

I’m not gonna lie I don’t remember what I said the first time except for some joke about cesar salad and I know if I read writing that old I will black out so there may be some points repeated

I have no plans on checking

Anyway that being said enjoy

So Cesar is really affectionate

He doesn’t like to show it in public

Mostly to keep you from being put in a vulnerable place yk

He doesn’t want to turn you into a target

But oh my god as soon as that door closes????

You’re sitting on his lap

Hand on your leg

Kisses and cuddles and fond looks like you’ve never experienced

He’s such a warm loving person and he loves you so much

He will go through hell to protect you

This is really sad but I can only find like one or two pictures of Cesar smiling on google images

(like of Cesar the character there are tons of his actor smiling but that’s not who we’re talking about)

You are the love of his fucking life and he will make everyone aware of this fact

There are times when you’ve had to stage huge public falling outs so people won’t think to look for him at your place

You two will sit in your room, making up scripts and fake events and arguing points

It’s actually kind of fun

You both find it hard to keep a straight face because you never argue like that

Even for super serious stuff when he expects you to start screaming at him you just get really quiet

You’ll bury your face in your hands then look up after a minute

“I am so, so worried about you, Cesar. I’m really scared for you. I’d… I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, and-”

You choke up for a second, then compose yourself and keep talking

That’s how he knows you’re really serious and that you’re trying to communicate with him, not yell at him

Even when the rest of the gang can’t get through to him they know they just have to send you in

You’ll approach him after a fight with the rest of your friends

All it takes is one look and he’s breaking out into a smile

You might do something together like cook or go for a walk

Even like cleaning something

It helps him think and cool off, it helps him process what you’re talking about and really internalize the important stuff

Oh Jamal and Ruby and Monse love you btw

Oscar and some of the Santos too

Oscar can tell how much you love his brother, and you both have this really special Protect Cesar Bond

You even co-conspired for his birthday a few times

Those were really nice birthdays

Easily some of his favorites

I’m not gonna lie Monse probably didn’t like you at first (but like I didn’t like her until almost the end of the series so I’m a little biased)

But she doesn’t like anyone at first

Eventually you end up bonding over something or other

If you’re fem aligned you bond with her and Jasmine and always have really fun sleepovers with them

Right I was talking about Cesar never smiling because of how much stress and pressure he’s under

I feel like you and Oscar would eventually come up with a plan on how to avoid Cesar becoming a gang leader

(I don’t know much about real life gang dynamics so work with me here)

Once Oscar leaves and he secretly gets jumped out for both him and Cesar (something you discouraged him from doing due to the risk of severe injury, but were able to call for help since you knew it was happening)

He arranged to have Sad Eyes take over as leader since he has more experience with Cesar

He’s supposed to sort of mentor Cesar on how to run the gang which is really just an excuse to buy some time to get Cesar out

It’s messy and difficult but eventually after Oscar and Isabel are moving to Portland and you get into a college that’s also in Oregon, you’re able to get Cesar to come with you guys

(You tell them not to have a celebratory shot of tequila if you’re hitting the road right now which you are, no one gets shot and everyone is happy and alive)

You and Isabel also convince Cesar and Oscar to get some fucking therapy and address some of their problems which helps a lot over time

Later on you and Cesar get a little apartment together close to the restaurant

He’s starting to study architecture and you’re majoring in something you love

You both have good jobs that aren’t too stressful and your friends come up to visit during during breaks

His hair is growing out and you’re both taking a course on infant and child care so you can help look after baby Lydia

Every single morning he wakes up in a state of disbelief

He can barely grasp that this is real, that he’s actually allowed to have a normal life

And not just any normal life, which would be more than enough

But a normal life with you

That’s the real kicker

That he gets to do all of this with you

That you’re both living out your pipe dreams together

God he doesn’t think it’s possible to be happier than he is

But he’s sure excited to find out

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Cesar X Reader

request: cesar comforting you when your parents are fighting.

trigger warning: a little angst at the beginning, cussing, fighting.

I usually only write about Oscar but I will write for anyone:) This was requested by @corpsebridestan, they requested this a long time ago but I got a new job and I didn't have time to do it. I haven't been able to get a hold of them but I hope they see this and I hope they like it. (I wrote this in 10 minutes and I think its absolute trash and i'm so sorry to everyone who has to see this.) Sorry it took so long babe :(

"You're such an asshole!" I heard my mother yell. " I wish I would have never met you!" "The feelings mutual you fucking bitch!" My father yelled back. I sat upstairs in my room, tears steady streaming down my face. At first, there was only a couple fights here and there. I thought everything between them was fine, but this has become an everyday thing. I cant take it anymore. I just wish they loved each other again. The yelling went on for a few more minutes before I heard a loud crash and my mother crying. He hit her again... I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my stuff and ran downstairs out the front door. They didn't notice because he was still screaming at her. I ran all the way to my boyfriends house. He lived pretty close. "Cesar! Please open the door" I begged as I knocked repeatedly. After a few seconds of me knocking, the door swung open. "Y/n... what's wrong? He asked me as he pulled me in the house and into a hug. "It's my parents" I said crying. "They're fighting again." He rubbed my back. "it'll be okay Mi Reina." He said kissing my forehead. "I don't know if it will, my dad hit my mom again." He squeezed me tighter. " Come on baby, let's go get comfortable and lay down. Then we can talk about it okay?" "Okay." I said. He led me down the hall to his room. I kicked off my shoes and we laid down. "Tell me what's on your mind baby." He said as he caressed my cheek. "I don't know.. I just feel like... they shouldn't keep putting themselves through this if they don't love each other anymore." "And that's heartbreaking to even think about because I thought my parents were gonna be together forever. They had such a strong bond and I just feel like.... if they can't last forever.. then how do I expect to find love." I started crying again. "I know it feels like everything is bad right now, but it will get better I promise." Cesar said stroking my hair. "Even if it means they have to split up for things to get better, then so be it. That doesn't mean that they won't still love you though. They will always love you no matter what. They're great parents, and their relationship does not define who you are as a person baby. You are so amazing and you deserve everything. You don't need to find love either, because you got it right here. I will always love you no matter what." I sat there in silence for a second. I have never heard Cesar say something with so much love before. I felt so seen. "Do you really mean all that?" I said looking at him. "Of course I do my baby.. you're amazing." He said kissing me all over my face. I started smiling. "I'm so glad I have you.." "I'm glad I have you too baby."

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All Forgiven - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader, everyone else x reader (platonic)

Requested: By @neelehksttr 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: I barely even know what I’ve written or what the hell this is, it turned out so bad. I didn’t really find the inspiration for this one so it’s really crappy and dull, I’m sorry😭 This is mainly platonic so there’s not much Spooky x reader interaction in this but I promise you better fics are coming when I get my inspiration back. It’s not proofread so sorry in advance for any possible mistakes, Spanish translations at the end. 

Wordcount: 6168

Summary: You’re a good friend to the Core 4 and when they find out you’ve been seeing Oscar in secret, they’re not very happy. 

It was a Friday afternoon when you were sitting with the Core 4 and Jasmine in Ruby’s living room, your feet laid out over Jamal and Cesar’s laps where they were seated beside you in the couch and your hand absentmindedly pulling through Monse’s hair where she sat below you on the floor.

The weather outside was amazing, the temperature and humidity perfect and burning rays of sun beaming down over the block, just the way you liked it.

You would have much rather been outside working on your tan and breathing in the fresh air right now and yet, you were stuck inside, staring out the window longingly while Ruby and Jasmine forced you to partake in another one of their countless meetings.

“Hey, guys!” Came the voice of Ruby then, pulling you out of your daydreaming and back to reality just in time to see him snapping his fingers at you. 

Beside you, Jamal and Cesar also whipped their head around to look at their two glaring friends.

“How did none of you hear what we just said?” Ruby asked, holding his hand on his hips and leaning forward slightly; a stance that, with his height, looked absolutely hilarious.

Cesar gave Ruby and Jasmine a guilty smile. “I’ve been zoning out for the past hours and a half.” He confessed, and Jamal heaved a dramatic sigh beside him.

“I got distracted halfway through.” He held his phone up for all to see sheepishly.

All of them turned to look at you and Monse, and the younger girl beneath you just shrugged her shoulders, leaning her head back against the couch to give you better access to her hair. “I just made a conscious decision to ignore you.”

“Damn.” Jasmine’s face fell. “Why you always gotta be so cold, Monse?”

“Why you always gotta be so boring?” She asked back without missing a beat, and you lightly slapped the back of her head, giving her a pointed look when she glared up at you.

Jasmine brought a hand up to her chest. “Okay, ouch.” She said, offended, but still nodded her head in acceptance. “But I appreciate the feedback, even though it was completely uncalled for.”

Ruby turned to you. “(Y/N).” He called your name, causing your hand to still on top of Monse’s head and your eyes to flicker away from your nails to meet his. “Will you tell them to focus? This is serious business.”

You rolled your eyes, dropping your hand from in front of your face and resuming your patting on your best friend’s hair. “We’re planning a party, Ruben.” You pointed out. “Not world domination.”

His face pulled into one of genuine shock almost immediately. “The first party we’ll be hosting in all our high school years! It’s serious!” He exclaimed, fists balling at his sides and only causing him to look even cuter.

The sight brought a chuckle from your lips. “Jesus…” You shook your head, removing your hand from Monse’s hair much to her dismay, and beginning to stand up from your seat. “I’m gonna go pee.”

Ruby hurried forward to you when you stood up, stopping you with his hands. “But we have to keep planning!”

“I’ll be right back, just carry on without me.”

He sighed, bringing his hands up to his face, but still stepped aside to let you walk around the sofa and toward the bathroom. 

Behind you, you could hear him and Jasmine getting back to the party planning and you chuckled, feeling sorry for Cesar, Jamal and Monse who were forced to listen to it.

Once you got to the bathroom, you locked yourself in and let out a loud, relieved sigh when the sounds of the outside became muffled by the closed door and you were finally left in silence, alone.

They were all were good friends to you but you could admit that it got stressful to be around them at times. 

They never took the time to just… relax. They were always running around, seemingly doing everything they shouldn’t be doing, much to yours and Oscar’s dismay; although for very different reasons.

While you just didn’t want to see them get in trouble or even worse, get hurt, he was the one left behind to clean up the messes they always seemed to stir up around Freeridge and in turn, you were always the one forced to listen to him complain.

He never understood why you were friends with his brother and his friends, seeing as they were four years younger than you and you didn’t even go to school together, you having graduated together with Ruby’s older brother, Mario.

And at this point, you didn’t really know how you became apart of their group either. 

You just remembered being there for Monse when things got rough and with time, she started seeing you as the older sister slash motherly figure she never had, and you just became one of them.

Another sigh left your lips as you leaned on the sink and looked at your reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall above it, taking in the way your face was becoming slightly paler with how much time you’d spent inside the past few weeks.

One of your hands left the sink and moved down to your back pocket, searching for your phone, only to find it wasn’t there.

Your eyes closed in annoyance, knowing you were now forced to go back outside, but you didn’t waste any time, flushing the toilet so that it wouldn’t be as obvious that you had lied about your intentions just to get away, unlocked the door and went back outside.

You calmly walked through the hallway, taking in the family pictures on the walls, and only a second later, you were back in the living room,. 

However, your body automatically stopped in the doorway when coming face to face to everyone staring right at you, the house now completely silent. 

They were all sporting different expression, but most of them were in some way ones of anger or betrayal.

You had no idea what was going on, but when Monse held up your phone, you almost instantly understood, and she confirmed your suspicions a second later.  

“Do you want to tell me why Spooky’s calling you? And why he’s put into your contacts as ‘mi amor’?”

Your eyes widened, flickering between them as you walked into the room, rushing over to Monse to snatch your phone back. “I can explain.”

“Can’t wait to hear this one.” She chuckled dryly.

You looked at her sadly. “Oscar and I-“

“Oscar?” She interrupted. “First name basis, huh?”

“Will you let me talk?” You glared pointedly at her, shoving your phone back into the pocket of your jeans.

In response, she held her arm out as a ‘go ahead’ before stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest, her hip popping out to further show how angry she was.

“Oscar and I…” You tried again, looking at them guiltily. “We’re together.”

Jamal crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes accusingly at you. But he didn’t look angry the same was Monse, Cesar and Ruby did. “For how long?” He inquired, and you sighed.

“Almost seven months.” You confessed, and a scoff instantly left Monse’s lips.

But Jasmine either couldn’t read the tense atmosphere, or she just didn’t care, because the next thing you knew, she had launched herself forward from Ruby’s side to wrap her arms around you.  “Congratulations, girl!” She exclaimed. “I always knew there was some bad girl in you!”

You coughed slightly when she squeezed you hard, feeling your lungs being pushed together. But luckily, the pressure disappeared just as quickly as it got there when Monse grabbed her arm and ripped her away from you.

“No! Not congratulations!” She objected, glaring at you. “How could you do this to us?”

You raised an eyebrow, now starting to grow sick of her attitude. “Excuse me?” You asked, and she threw her arms out in exasperation.

“It’s Spooky! He’s a Santo!”

“The Santo.” Ruby joined in, stepping up to her side.

You knew his anger was justified, with how the Santos had played a major role in Olivia’s death, something he still hadn’t gotten over. But Monse’s reaction was just unnecessary, and it was getting on your nerves quickly.

“Yes, I’m very well aware, thank you.” You told her, crossing your arms over your chest to match her stance. “This is why I didn’t tell you. I knew you would react like this.”

“We have every right to be angry!” She exclaimed again and you shook your head calmly.

“No, you don’t, not really.” You denied. “I shouldn’t have kept it from you, I admit that, but you have no say in what I do with my life.”

She glared at you. “He’s dangerous.”

Her words brought a scoff out of your lips. The mere thought of Oscar hurting you was ridiculous, just as ridiculous as this conversation. 

“Not to me, he’s not.” You shook your head.

But she just wouldn’t give up. “Have you forgotten everything he’s done to us?” She asked. “You’re sleeping with the enemy.”

You breathed out through your nose in annoyance, bringing your hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Now you’re just being dramatic.” You chuckled dryly.

“Dramatic my ass! You’re a traitor to this group.” She pointed a finger at you, and beside her, Ruby awkwardly shuffled on his feet.

“You deserve better.” He shrugged his shoulders, face pulled into a bitter, to say the least, expression.

You could only shake your head and sigh while rubbing your forehead. “Jesus Christ, Monse. Are you even hearing yourself right now?” You asked, ignoring Ruby’s input.

Everyone stood silently despite obviously having a lot to say, knowing that this was a conversation between you and Monse. After all, she was the one you were the closest to.

You had lost count of the nights you had stayed with her when Monty had been out on a long drive and she was lonely or having trouble with Cesar, and how many times she’d stayed at your house like that was her home in the first place, sleeping in your bed, eating your food.

You had expected to get negative reactions if the news ever became public of yours and Oscar’s secret relationship, that was the reason you had kept it a secret in the first place, but this was just ridiculous.

You thought you’d taught her better; you expected better.

”You sit here and hate on him for shit you know nothing about but as soon as you need something he’s suddenly good enough?” You asked them all with a dry laugh, shaking your head. “That's not right. I'm not the one who deserves better, he is. He's been risking his life for you every time you’ve gotten in trouble, going against Cuchillos’ orders to keep you safe."

“He could have made different choices if only he wanted to.” Monse glowered at you, and you glared right back.

"Are you really that naïve?” You asked. “You really think he's that ruthless all on his own? He's just taking orders. If he refused, you, me, all of us, would be at risk for your lives. The entire neighborhood would if he and Los Santos weren’t here. You’re all so fucking petty."

“You want to talk about petty? Fine, I’ll give you petty.” She crossed her arms over her chest, giving you the bitchiest nod you’d ever received in your life. “It’s him or us.”

Everyone quickly whipped their heads away from you to look at her with wide eyes, not believing the words that had just left her mouth. 

“Monse…” Ruby tried, but both of you ignored him.

“Are you kidding?” You asked her.

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” She challenged you, giving you another nod and raising an eyebrow. “The times he’s been helpful don’t even come close to the times he’s fucked us over. He kicked Cesar out to the street.”

You sighed, looking to the side briefly before looking back to her. “Look, I know you don’t see it that way, but he did it to keep him safe-”

“Safe?!” She exclaimed, lowering her arms and taking a step closer to you. “Constantly being on the run from Prophets is what you consider safe?!”

“It sure beats the hell out of being stabbed to death by Cuchillos.” You argued. “Which both Cesar and Oscar would have been if he hadn’t cut him off for not finishing the job.”

Monse only narrowed her eyes, your words seemingly falling to deaf ears. “It’s him or us, (Y/N). Take your pick.”

“Cesar, he’s your brother.” You turned to him suddenly, causing his eyes to widen in shock. “Haven’t you got anything to say about this?”

“Yeah, Cesar, haven’t you?” Monse agreed, turning to look at him too, and he looked between you nervously for a moment, before wiping his face free of emotion and stopping to look at you.

He shook his head. “He’s the reason my dad left. The reason for everything bad that’s ever happened to me.” He told you. “He’s not a good person, (Y/N). He’s going to end up hurting you like he hurts everyone else.”

While Monse’s face turned up into a contented, smug smirk, you could feel your vision turning red and your blood bubbling with anger.

“You should be ashamed of yourself. Do you have any idea how much he’s sacrificed for your sake?” You spat at your boyfriend’s brother, before uncrossing your arms and shaking your head with defeat. “Fine. I can really see now why people my age have always advised me not to be friends with a bunch of kids. We’re clearly not on the same level of maturity.”

Without another word, you walked around them to pick your jacket up by the front door, beginning to put it on.

When you walked away from them, they, in turn, turned around to follow your every move with their eyes, the boys and Jasmine just standing back quietly and watching you and Monse yell at each other like the situation at hand was a game of table tennis.

“You would choose him over your best friends?” Monse asked with another scoff and you didn’t miss a beat, shaking your head at her while pulling your arms through the sleeves of your jacket.

“If you were really my best friends, you would have supported me in this like I’ve always supported you and not made me choose. I’ve never been any of you guys’ first choice, but I’ve always been his. You’re not my best friends, he is.”

A hurt look crossed over her face. “You walk through that door, we’re done.”

Tears were starting to build up in her eyes and you couldn’t really understand why she was reacting as severely as she was, but nevertheless, you only glared at her. 

"I’d rather die than break his heart."

"He doesn’t even have one."

If looks could kill, Monse would have been staked, buried, dug up and then staked again for good measure at this point, nothing but pure fury showing behind your eyes.

"You would all be dead if he didn't.” You told her. “His heart is bigger than all of yours combined and after how many times he's glued the pieces back together all by himself, he doesn’t deserve to get it stabbed once more."

Her head shook. “You know he’s just gonna up and leave you once he gets tired of you, right?”

“Just because Cesar is a cheating piece of shit doesn’t mean his brother is, too.” You answered before you could stop yourself, and Cesar instantly perked up at the sound of his name, a glare crossing over his face.

“Hey!” He called, and you and Monse instantly turned to him with a glare each.

“Quiet!”

He quickly shrunk back into himself, wincing at your loud voices and looking down.

Monse turned back to look at you. “Where do you think he got it from, huh?” She asked you, not even caring that she was currently bashing her boyfriend right in front of him.

“Please, I don’t have to stand here and take relationship advice from a fifteen-year-old.” You just rolled your eyes, opening the front door and turning your back to them to leave.

“Fine!” She threw her arms out, taking a step back where she stood. “Go be a Santo slut then!”

You stopped in your tracks at the sound of her upsetting words, hearing both Jasmine and Jamal drawing in a gasp and turning around to see Cesar’s and Ruby’s eyes widely staring at Monse.

Her face instantly pulled into one of guilt when your eyes met, reality catching up with her and making her realize what she’d just said.

But you were as calm as ever as you stared back at her, face now wiped free of emotion and your eyes, as well. 

“That’s a new low, even for you.” You said slowly. “Grow the fuck up.” A dry laugh left your lips, and then you turned back around and walked out the door.

“Don’t come crying to us when you get fucked over!” She yelled after you, but you were already gone, the door slamming shut behind you and the room turning silent.

“What’s wrong with y’all?” Jasmine was the first to speak after a good minute of awkward silence hanging in the air, causing them all to turn to look at her.

“What do you mean?” Ruby asked in a small voice and she briefly looked at him, before turning to look at Monse.

“That was fucked up, Monse.” She pointed out, her face full of disbelief. “(Y/N)’s never been anything but supportive of you. She drives you around every day, basically does all of your homework for you and always stands up for you when you’re not there and someone bad-talks you. You never tell her anything, always freeze her out, and she still hasn’t questioned your shady behavior once. She’s done nothing but be a good friend to you all and this is how you repay her? Not cool, guys.”

“If she was a good friend she wouldn’t have chosen him over us.” Monse tried defending her actions, crossing her arms over her chest.

But Jasmine wouldn’t have it, glaring at her. “No, if you were good friends, you wouldn’t have forced her to choose in the first place.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Ruby quickly defended himself, stepping up to his kinda-girlfriend.

She turned to him, looking down at him with furrowed eyebrows. “No, and that just makes it worse.” She agreed. “Come find me when you’ve got your morals figured out, okay, boo? I’m out.” She said, touching Ruby’s cheek before heading for the door you had just stormed out through.

The three friends were left alone and once again, a heavy silence fell over them. This time, Monse was the one to break the silence, turning to Jamal and holding her arms out.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, too. Whose side are you on?” She asked, and he instantly groaned dramatically.

“Do I have to pick?”

“YES!” She yelled, causing them all to jump where they stood.

“Fine!” He exclaimed back and threw his arms out. “Yes, she shouldn’t have kept it from us, but maybe, just maybe, she was a little bit right!”

“Elaborate.”

“We keep literally everything from her and Spooky isn’t that bad.” He shrugged. “He scares the shit out of me but he has protected us more times than we’d be able to count. She wasn’t lying about that.”

Monse narrowed her eyes, but before she or anyone else got the chance to say something else, Cesar’s phone suddenly started ringing in his pocket, causing them all to turn their attention away from the fight and to him.

They watched as he picked the ringing smartphone up from his pocket, frowning at the unfamiliar number lighting up the screen. Still, he shrugged and swiped the green phone icon, putting the phone up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Who is it?” Jamal wasted no time in asking as the nosy boy he was, and Cesar looked up to meet their eyes with a shocked expression crossing his face.

“It’s my dad.”

After the fiasco with Monse and the boys, you headed straight for Oscar’s house, hands clenched into fists at your sides and desperate to vent to the man who had been there to take care of you when you had been too busy taking care of everyone else around you.

But just your luck, he hadn’t been home, the red Impala nowhere in sight and, of course, he’d chosen this day out of all days to lock up after himself, something he never did anyways no matter how many times you told him to.

So you were stuck on the porch, occupying yourself with playing Subway Surf for the first time in probably over three years.

But you weren’t complaining. Despite everything that had just gone down, you felt content now that you were finally able to sit in the sun, happily sitting there for well over half an hour before the sound of the familiar engine and hip hop music reached your ears from down the street.

You spotted the red Impala instantly, following it with your gaze as it drove past the house and pulled up in the driveway, Oscar and his Santos piling out once it was parked and the music had died down.

Sad Eyes was the first one to spot you and you offered him a small wave and smile, watching as he nodded back at you before alerting Oscar, who was still doing something inside the car. 

He immediately looked up to meet your gaze through the rolled down car window, and he wasted no time in getting out, slamming the car door shut behind him. 

As he began approaching you where you sat, you exited the game on your phone and locked it, putting it back into your pocket just as Oscar reached you, the Santos busying themselves over by the sofa and weights to give you some privacy.

“Where you been?” He asked you as he came up to you, nodding his head once. “I’ve been calling you.”

You stood up, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “Yeah, I know.” You smiled sadly at him, and he instantly noticed something was up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, reaching his arms out to pull you into his chest.

Your hands left your pockets at that, your arms instead wrapping around his torso while he took your face in one of his hands, the other resting at the curve of your waist.

“They found out.” You muttered back, leaning into his touch when he swiped his thumb over your cheek.

“And?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes at the childishness of it. “They made me chose between you and them.” You answered, and he snorted, obviously finding it as amusing as it, in reality, was. You just couldn’t help but feel sad about it.

“Cesar, too?” He questioned, and you nodded.

“Yup.”

“And you chose me?”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” You raised an eyebrow.

A smile rose to his lips, his hand sliding a bit further down. Not enough to fully grope you, but just enough to show you he was being cheeky. 

“Why?” He asked, pressing his lips to the corner of your lip lightly.

You couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. “Because true friends worth my while wouldn’t have made me choose in the first place.” You hummed, getting lost in his touch and momentarily forgetting what you were even talking about.

“I know for a fact you wouldn’t have.” You added with a scoff, coming back to reality and turning sour again.

He hummed, brushing your hair away from your shoulder and leaning you back against the wall of the porch. “What did they say?” He asked, and you started thinking back to the conflict you had suffered through half an hour ago, all while letting him kiss your neck and feel you up.

“They called me a traitor, but they mostly said shit about you.”

“Like what?” He suddenly stopped, bringing his head up from your neck to look at you.

“Oh, you know, just the usual.” You drawled. “How you’ve fucked up Cesar’s and all of their lives, put them in danger, that you’re dangerous for me and that you will hurt me.”

“What else?”

“That’s it.”

“I know you, mamas.” He looked at you fondly, not in the slightest affected about what his brother and his friends had said about him; all his focus was on you. “I can see when you’re lying.”

You broke your gaze from his and averted it to the side, swallowing. But Oscar was quick, catching your chin with his hand and turning your head back so that he could look you in the eyes.

He raised an eyebrow at you and you sighed, rolling your eyes once more. “Monse called me a Santo slut.” You said, and quickly continued. “But it’s fine! I’m used to her poor impulse control at this point. I know she didn’t mean it, and I’m aware enough of my own worth to know it’s not true.”

His eyes turned cold, all emotion falling from his face. He pushed himself away from you and brought a hand up to his face, pulling it over his mouth and chin before turning around.

You quickly jumped into action, shooting your hand out and catching his wrist before he could get anywhere. "Hey, where are you going?"

Turning back around to face you, he gave you another nod, his face now pulled into a glare. "To give those little shits a piece of my mind." He said, Spanish accent thick with anger.

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his torso to hold him in place. "No, baby, murder is illegal, remember?” You attempted to joke, but his face didn’t betray any emotion.

“Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?”

“That’s called a threat.”

He pulled his hand over his mouth again, but made no more move to walk away, placing his hands back on your waist and leaning his head back down to yours. “You’ve done nothing but help Cesar and those other putas, especially Monse.” He spat. “You don’t deserve that kind of shit.”

“I know I don’t.” You agreed. “Which is exactly why I came here.”

You put on a smile, grabbing his face in your hands and pulling him in for a kiss without another word.

You were still pissed about your fight with Monse, but you knew them well enough to know that they would drop their childish stubbornness and come around sooner or later. They always did whenever you would tell them off.

Oscar pulled you tighter against him, hands sliding down to grab your ass in his hands, giving you a good squeeze.

You chuckled against his lips when Sad Eyes yelled out a crude comment, the other Santos following shortly behind.

When you pulled apart, Oscar pulled you into his arms, your cheek pressing against his chest and his face burying in your hair. “I would never do anything to hurt you.” He mumbled into your hair while holding you close. “I hope that you know that, mamas.”

“Of course, I do.” You agreed, hugging him back. “Don’t let it get to you. They’re just kids.”

When you said those words out loud, it really dawned on you that it was the actual truth, that it was your reality. 

You were a nineteen-year-old hanging out with a bunch of fifteen-year-olds every day, playing babysitter and personal butler in exchange for little to no gratefulness.

You were certain that they would come around once their, or more specifically, Monse’s, anger died down, but this time, when this happened, you needed to set some boundaries and make some changes.

You spent the rest of your afternoon with Oscar and his Santos outside on the lawn, laughing and feeling as safe as ever in your boyfriend’s arms.

Meanwhile, the kids were beginning to come to their senses back at Ruby’s house after Cesar’s call with his dad, in which he had told his youngest son that him leaving had nothing to do with Oscar and that he ought to show his older brother some more respect.

They were finally beginning to understand how badly they had treated you and how much they had taken you for granted this entire time and Monse felt worse than anyone, guilt eating her up from the inside. 

So after talking themselves together, they headed out for the place they just knew you would be at.

By the time they walked up in front of the Diaz residence, most of the other Santos had gone home or out to do God knows what, leaving only you, Oscar, Sad Eyes and two other Santos on his porch.

Oscar was sitting on the wall, smoking a cigarette with his arm slung over your shoulder where you stood leaned between his legs, talking to him and Sad Eyes.

The kids watched as all of them laughed at something you said, Oscar looking down at you with a look they’d never seen on his face before.

"He's laughing." Monse pointed out from the other side of the street, watching yours and Oscar’s exchanged with sad eyes. “I’ve never seen him laugh like that before.”

“Well, I have.” Cesar told them, smiling faintly as he watched his older brother brush a strand of hair out of your face when you looked up at him. “And that’s sincere.”

Ruby sighed, watching the scene unfold alongside his friends. “She was really right, huh?” He asked.  “He cares about her.”

“Looks like it, yeah.” Jamal agreed, not even half as depressed as the rest of them since he hadn’t partaken in the argument at all, his conscience free. “Let’s go before his happy mood falters.” He added simply, before starting to walk over the road, forcing the others to follow.

Oscar was the first one to notice them approaching, softly moving you out of the way so that he could get down from the wall and stand next to you.

He threw his cigarette on the grass and only then, you noticed them approaching. Your eyes met Monse’s immediately, but before you could say anything, Oscar walked to meet them in the middle, speaking for you.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage for one day?” His stern voice sounded, silencing any previous conversation.

While Sad Eyes signaled for the other Santos to go inside, them following him without any protest, you followed Oscar to meet the kids on the lawn.

“We came to apologize.” Monse was the one to speak, staring straight at the infamous Spooky with little to no fear in her eyes.

Her gaze shifted to you, and your face instantly turned stern. “I’m not the one you owe an apology.” You told them all, and Ruby instantly shrunk back into himself.

“What did you tell him?” He asked, and before you could answer, Oscar spoke up for you for the second time.

“All of it.”

Jamal and Ruby exchanged a look.

“We’re sorry we talked bad about you, Mr. Spooky, sir.” Jamal was the first one to apologize. “We’re very grateful for everything you and the Santos do to keep the neighborhood safe.”

“Yeah, we’re sorry.” Ruby agreed, nodding his head.

Your eyebrows rose, not being able to comprehend why they were the ones to apologize when they hadn’t been the ones talking the biggest.

Oscar knew this of course, but he didn’t care about himself at this moment, he only cared about you. 

He reached a hand up to squeeze your shoulder, turning to nod at Monse. “Your turn, chica.” He glowered at her, silently motioning towards you with his head.  

She swallowed, and looked at you nervously. “Can we do this without an audience?” She asked, her voice small and her hands twisting together in front of her.

You wasted no time in nodding, but before you could tell them to go away, Cesar stepped up and looked at his brother with an equally as guilty look. “Can we talk, mano?”

Oscar gave him a once over, but nodded, wordlessly walking toward the porch, leaving you to look at Jamal and Ruby.

The former nodded his head, taking the latter under his arm. “Alright, I can tell when I’m not wanted.” He spoke playfully, before leading Ruby over to the side and leaving you and Monse alone to talk. 

You could still feel their eyes burning holes into the side of your face, but now that they were out of earshot, Monse sighed, looking down briefly before looking back up to meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry for everything I said.” She apologized sadly. “I didn’t mean any of it. You’re not a Santo slut, you’re…”

She trailed off, looking unsure of herself, but you patiently waited, listening as she sighed again and watching her kick her foot nervously while looking to the side. “You’re like my sister. I got so attached to you when you were there for me through everything with Cesar and my mom and I just- I felt like I was losing you, I guess. It’s silly.”

All the previous annoyance melted right off when hearing her words and your head automatically shook.

“If that’s how you feel, then it’s not silly.” You disagreed, causing her eyes to flicker back up to yours. “I wouldn’t leave you, never. Me being with Oscar would never come in the way of me being there for you. You know I see you like my little sister.”

She brought her hand up to hold her arm, looking down to the ground guiltily, so you did the only thing you could think of, reaching out to grab her shoulder and pull her into an embrace.

Her arms instantly wrapped around your waist, her cheek leaning on your shoulder. “I’m sorry for always taking you for granted.” She mumbled. “I was so caught up thinking about myself that I never really realized just how much you’ve been there for me.”

“And I’m sorry, too.” You mumbled back, pressing your cheek against her head. “For keeping this all from you and yelling at you, and all that.”

She squeezed you tighter, holding the embrace for another moment, before breaking apart and smiling at you, reaching her hand out. “Friends?”

Her smile was contagious, causing an identical one to spread across your lips. “Best friends.” You agreed, grabbing her hand in yours and giving it a shake.

“But with all due respect, all of this made me realize it’s high time that I start hanging out with people my own age.” You quickly added, and she laughed, nodding her head.

“That’s fair. I get it.” She agreed. “But we’ll still have our Saturday movie nights, though, right?”

“Duh.” You answered, and before either of you could say anything else, Jamal and Ruby shuffled back over, the latter still stuck under the former’s arm.

“Is everything cool? Are we all friends again?” Jamal quickly asked, looking between you. “You were smiling so we just thought-”

“Yeah, everything’s good.” Monse interrupted him with a smile.

You took her under your arm. “Come on.” You told them, beginning to lead her towards the house where Oscar and Cesar were now hugging it out, too, Jamal and Ruby trailing behind you.

The brothers broke apart when they heard you approaching and you instantly looked to the youngest of them, offering him an apologetic smile. “Hey, I’m sorry for going off at you earlier.” You said and he wasted no time in shaking his head.

“Nah, it’s cool. I deserved it.”

“What did you say to him?” Oscar asked, raising an eyebrow and looking between the two of you.

Jamal quickly took the wheel, stepping forward with an excessively excited expression on his face. “She called him a cheating piece of shit. It was awesome.” He rushed out in one breath.

Cesar looked to the side awkwardly as he was once again reminded of his fuck-up. “Yeah, thanks.” He chuckled.

Oscar chuckled with him, giving you a smirk. “Damn, mami. You did my mano dirty, huh?”

“She was defending you, I had it coming.” Cesar offered you a smile, and you smiled back.

Realizing the conversation was over, Oscar took it upon himself to change the subject, nodding at the teenagers in front of him.

“You gamberros hungry?” He asked, and all of them instantly turned nervous under his intimidating stare.

But still, Ruby and Jamal looked at each other and shrugged, before looking back to the gang leader in front of them. “I could eat.” Ruby answered, and as everyone made some kind of sound of agreement, Oscar nodded his head back to the house.

“Vamos.” He told you, and without another word, he took his mano under his arm and started walking with him inside, none of you far behind and all of you content now that all was forgiven. 

Translations (I’m not a native Spanish speaker so this might not be a hundred percent accurate):

Mano - brother

Gamberros - troublemakers

Vamos - come on

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[chloefranco]

I'M GLAD YOU'RE HERE

Oscar Diaz x Reader

Summary : Oscar comes back to you after being gone for a few days, bruised up with cuts here and there. Luckily you were a nurse and pretty good with a needle.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff people.

You were trying hard to go to sleep, clutching your blankets close to you. You shut your eyes hard wanting to just sleep but it's been hard for the past few days. All you could think about is Oscar. You wonder if he's okay. You never want to know that he's hurt or dead. He left but not without leaving a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a note that just said, "I have to do something important for you and cesar. I'll be back. I promise Cariño." The note was in your hands, safe, every night you went to sleep.

You kept trying to sleep until you heard light tappings coming from your window. You opened your eyes slowly and saw Oscar standing there with a small smile. You didn't waste time and immediately went to let him in. You pushed the window open and he stuck his head in first, "Hi, baby." he said. You didn't say anything but your eyes were starting to water and you knew whatever he would say next will make you cry. You didn't know if he was real. It seemed almost too good to be true. You stepped aside to let him in and you noticed he was clutching his right arm. You closed the window and turned to him, took him in a surprise embrace which took him off guard as he stumbled backwards a bit. He softly chuckled and winced but wrapped his arms around your waist slowly.

"Hey, hey, hey. I missed you too, hermosa. Everyday damn day." He said against your hair as he took in your scent, the familiar scent he knows all too well.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you pulled away from him after a while. You peppered his entire face with kisses as he chuckled. That's when you noticed how messed up he was. His neck had a really big cut and his lip was cut too. You turned his head gently with your hand as he pulled a face. "What happened to you, Oscar?" You asked with pain in your heart as you checked how bad his arm is.

As he told you about what happened, you went to your bathroom to get your first aid kit that's more equipped with stuff since you are a nurse. You made Oscar sit on your bed and told him what you were gonna do. "You need stitches and a lot of it." You said as he just gave you a smile, showing you he wasn't afraid. "I trust you." was all he said.

You prepared your needle and sterilized it with a lighter. "You ready?" You asked before you did the first stitch. He looked up at you and winked. "Do what you gotta do, baby." You told him to take a deep breath and exhale as you did the first stitch. He grimaced and closed his eyes shut, "Damn, (Y/N)."

"She did a number on you." You said quietly.

"Don't worry about it. She's not a threat anymore." He said as he grunted when you did another stitch. You knew what he meant by that. He probably made a deal with 19th street. But you didn't want to know what it was. You trust him. You finished up his stitches and proceeded to put antibiotics on his wounds.

"What was she going to do to us?" You couldn't help but ask. You still had fear inside even though you knew that she's dead. Oscar put his hand on yours and you stopped cleaning his wounds. He turned to you, wincing when he did. He grabbed both your hands in his and brought them to his lips. He kissed them long as he looked into your eyes. A tear ran down your cheek. "You don't have to think about that anymore, mi amor. She's never going to hurt you or Cesar. And that goes for anyone. Youre my life. You know I would never forgive myself if anything happens to you. Then it's on me. But I took care of it. Someone wanted to hurt my loved ones and I handled it. Nobody can hurt you. Not when I'm here."

"I wish you had told me where you were going to go. I waited for you every night, Oscar." Your voice broke as you cupped his cheek. "I thought you were-" you couldn't finish your words.

"Well I'm not. Okay? " He answered your lingering words. "I'm safe and I'm here." He said. He pulled you down on the bed beside him so now you were sitting next to him as he looked at you with nothing but love and protectiveness. You wrapped your arms around his and leaned your head against his arm. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I went. But there will always be issues. I'm sick of this game. Someone has to take the first step. I'm done with this shit. I'm starting a new chapter. And I want you in it. Eres mi vida, mi amor, mi todo." He kissed your head long and then your cheek.

"I love you, Oscar. More than anything."

"Te amo."

"Stay with me? I don't want to be alone tonight. And I just got you back."

"Of course, baby. Any time you want me to stay over, I'll come."

You turned to him and leaned your forehead with his. Neither of you said anything for a while. He kissed you like it was the first time. You never knew that you would be with the feared Santos gang leader. But here you were. Nobody expected you to be his. You didn't know he would be yours too. He turned out to be the one thing you love the most. He may be dangerous but why do you feel safe when he's with you? To him, you turned his life around. You made him soft. And he's grateful for that. He takes care of Cesar better because of you. You being a nurse is just a bonus. He feels as if he finally has something that's worth fighting for. And he would protect you all his life. You and Cesar. You were his whole life in that moment. His everything. And he was yours.

[tomboyneedshercoffee]

Thin Ice Update!

Hey yall I know you were expecting a thin ice pt 5 today but I’m still working on it. I promise though that it will be out sometime tomorrow so thank you for being so patient!!! 

This series is almost over ( I’m thinking about 2-3 parts left which is including pt 5) and I’m super sad to finish it since everyone has been so supportive and kind with these last few parts. I always struggled through writers block but your super supportive words really helped me out and crank out chapters as soon as I could. 

In the mean time, my requests are pretty empty and I just thought since Thin Ice is almost done, I can work on some requests! You guys can send anything for any characters from here with the addition of On My Block characters. 

It can either be normal requests or you guys can pick any song with any character from above and I can write out a scene or drabble since I always wanted to try it. I also do ships so feel free to also send those in! 

If you guys have any ideas for future series, let me know! 

Thank you all again for hyping me and my writing up and stay safe out there! 

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[marvelous-imagines-for-all]

“Young Love” Cesar x Reader OnMyBlock

Based on: “Hi I just want to start off by saying that What are you doing mano was my favorite! Can I please request a Cesar or Diego imagine? Maybe where he has been really busy and he doesn’t have much time so the reader goes to surprise him. The whole day is spent inside just relaxing and when she goes to make dinner they just order something cause he finally admits that he needed a break and doesn’t want her to leave the bed. Thank youu!💙💙💙”

Author: Alana

“I promise that I will make it up to you, baby girl! I’m just trying to find time and make time to be with you.” You heard Cesar let out a sigh on the other end of the phone, “Things are just so hectic lately. I’m sorry that I’m putting you through this..” Cesar apologized, his voice filled with guilt.

You smiled softly, stirring the now cold dinner that you had made for both you and Cesar. “It’s okay, babe, really. There will be another time. I’m not upset.” You assured him, grabbing Tupperware for you to put the food into.

Cesar relaxed a little from his end, “Te amo, bebe.” He said, smiling to himself, waiting for you to say the words back.

“I love you more, dork.” You smiled, “You owe me a ton of kisses when I see you, by the way.” You informed him, earning a deep chuckle from his side.

You smiled huge at hearing his chuckle, you missed it.

“Alright, I guess that’s only fair! Have a good night, baby girl.” He said kindly before hanging up.

You bit your lip and set your phone down, wondering what you could possibly do to help out Cesar. You wanted to make this stressful time on him a bit easier.

Continuing to put the dinner away, you got an idea. Quickly you grabbed your phone and dialed the number.

“What do you want, hyna?” Oscar’s gruff voice asked as he answered the phone.

You rolled your eyes, “Is there any work that Cesar needs to do for the gang tomorrow?” You questioned, leaning against the counter.

Oscar arched an eyebrow and scoffed, “Why is that any of your concern?”

You held back a groan of frustration, “Because it has been nearly two weeks since I have seen my own boyfriend. I want to see him and the only way I can do that is by taking care of things that are on his to-do list. So if there is something he needs to do tomorrow, just tell me and I will go do it instead!” You finished, pinching the bridge of your nose.

There was silence from the other end for a moment. You glared at the wall, offended that Oscar might have just hung up, “Did you just hang up on me, you jerk-“

“Cool it, (y/n).” Oscar rolled his eyes, “Cesar has some walls to tag tomorrow, but that’s dangerous for a little girl like you to get involved in. Then he has some errands to run for me. There are some who owe me money and it’s time to collect. Oh, and my grocery shopping.” He finished, smirking.

You silently debated with yourself. His groceries? Really? But it would mean being able to spend the remainder of the day with Cesar tomorrow. “Okay, Fine-“

Oscar cut you off, “On second thought, you don’t need to do the money run. I’ll take care of that. Cesar would kill me if he knew I let you do that. You do need to do the tagging and grocery shopping tomorrow though.” Oscar finished, content with the decision he just made.

You smiled and nodded, “Alright, just text me the locations, I’ll handle them in the morning.” You did a quiet happy dance before hanging up.

-

You groaned softly and slammed your fist on the alarm clock. You turned over in your bed and read the time, 7:15 AM. Time to get ready.

You yawned while rubbing your eyes. Quietly, you got up from bed and walked to your bathroom. You handled your business and changed into a black hoodie and black leggings.

It would be easier to blend in before the sun fully rises.

You made your way to the front door.

“And where are you going?” Your mother asked, taking a step out of the kitchen and taking a sip of her coffee.

You jumped a little and turned around quickly, “Dear god, mom!” You placed your hand over your chest, “I didn’t know you were up.”

Your mother giggled softly, “Clearly. Seriously, where are you going, (y/n)?” She asked again.

“I promised a friend that I would help them out today. I just wanted to get an early start so that I could hang out with Cesar later.” You told her truthfully.

Your mother smiled huge, “Aww, you both are finally going to hang out again? That’s great, sweetheart! Just please be safe out there this morning.” Your mother pleaded, walking over and giving you a quick hug. “I’ll see you later, Angel!” Your mother waved you off.

You shook your head, laughing quietly to yourself. You began heading to Oscar and Cesar’s place because you needed to pick up the spray paint.

-

Knocking quietly on the door, you looked around at all the houses with their lights out.

The door slowly cracked open, revealing a tired Oscar “Spooky” Diaz. “I wasn’t expecting you this early.” He grumbled, bending down to grab a backpack full of spray paint. “Try to be careful and not get caught, kid.” He advised, handing you the backpack and closing the door.

“Yes, sir.” You replied sarcastically after Oscar shut the door in your face.

You looked down at the list of alleys to tag The Santos symbol on. Let’s get to work, (y/n). You mentally encouraged yourself.

-

You hated to admit it, but you were pretty sneaky and creative at graffiti.

Cesar took you on one of his tag runs before. Granted, the Prophet$ caught you both in their territory and you had to run for your lives, but you enjoyed the thrill of the event.

You smiled to yourself, thinking about that memory.

You stepped back to look at your work on the final alley wall. You couldn’t help the smirk that made its way to your lips. You did a pretty amazing job at tagging.

Maybe I should join the gang. You joked to yourself, picking up the backpack and placing it back on your shoulder. You looked down at your phone, “It’s already 8:30?” You asked yourself out loud, “I better get grocery shopping.” You concluded, starting your walk again.

-

Cesar yawned and slowly got out of bed, glancing at his clock in the process. It was already 8:30 AM and he had a to-do list to tend to. The sooner he could knock this list out, the sooner he could maybe see you in two days.

He hated all of the gang related stuff that he had to do. Not just because being in a gang isn’t who he is, but because it took away from his time with you. Whenever Cesar found himself getting severely overwhelmed with the gang world, he would just come to you and you were his peace. He could just be himself and not have to worry about which gang is after him, or when the next money run was. Cesar just enjoyed having you by his side.

I’ll see you soon, baby girl. He thought to himself at he looked at the picture of you on his lock screen.

It was a picture of you with a serious face and ice cream all over your mouth and nose.

FLASHBACK

Cesar had thought it would be funny to shove his ice cream in your face while you were talking to him about how hot you were.

You fanned yourself gently with a napkin as you and Cesar sat outside of an ice cream parlor. It was a hot day and you both decided it was the perfect time for an ice cream date.

Cesar sat across from you, eating his mint chocolate chip ice cream cone. “Babe, it’s too hot to be sitting outside.” You whined out for the second time, continuing to fan yourself more vigorously.

Cesar arched an eyebrow at you as he took a bite of his ice cream. Who bites their ice cream? “You keep complaining about how hot you are, mama.” He smirked, “Maybe you should just cool down?” He suggested, causing you to tilt your head.

“Well duh, that’s why we got ice cream-” You were cut off by Cesar pushing his ice cream into your face.

You squealed in surprise and stared at Cesar with a serious look. He grinned and quickly took a picture of you while chuckling, “Look at my baby, all cooled down.” He gushed at the picture, leading you to roll your eyes and wipe your nose with a napkin.

“And you’re welcome by the way.” Cesar smiled and kissed your ice cream covered lips, breaking your serious look into one of happiness as you kissed back.

END FLASHBACK

Cesar smiled and relaxed, feeling motivated to get through his tasks for the day because of you.

Oscar knocked on Cesar’s bedroom door before walking in, “Hey, you don’t gotta do the tag run. I had someone else take care of that. You can chill for a bit today, mano.” Oscar told Cesar, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Really??” Cesar asked quickly, not believing Oscar’s words.

Oscar nodded, “Yeah, but you still gotta stay home, fool. I’m expecting a delivery that you need to be here for.”

Of course I can’t leave to go see (y/n), Cesar thought. “Okay, thanks, I guess.” Cesar smiled softly, laying back in bed and sighing.

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You stopped at home to have a bite to eat before delivering the groceries to Cesar’s house. Now that you’ve got food in your system, you’re ready to drop off the groceries.

You hummed quietly as you approached the house with two bags of groceries. Carefully climbing the porch steps, you gently knocked on the door with your foot.

Not long after, Oscar opened the door and looked down at you chuckling. “The things kids do for love.” He commented, lifting the groceries from your arms. He motioned for you to come in by gently nodding his head to follow him.

“He doesn’t know you were coming over, by the way.” Oscar said, beginning to put the groceries away. “And I have some things to take care of. So you can stay here and keep him company, (y/n).” He said, glancing over at you with a smile barely gracing his lips.

You smiled huge and quietly snuck towards Cesar’s door. You peaked through his door and smiled huge at him laying in bed and singing to himself. Aw, my love..

You pushed open the door and hopped in, “Boo!” You hollered, throwing your arms in the air.

Cesar jumped a little, “Dude-“ his eyes got wide, an excitedly smile coming to his lips. “(Y/n)?!” He let out a happy chuckle, picking you up and hugging you tightly. “I’ve missed you, baby girl.. wait what’re you doing here? How’d you know I was trapped at home??” He questioned, setting you on his bed.

You gently kissed him and trailed your thumb along his lips, “Don’t worry about it. Just be happy that we are finally together, Ce.” You smiled up at your boyfriend.

Cesar smiled down at you, taking in your appearance. He really missed seeing you daily. Letting out a sigh of relief, Cesar leaned down and kissed your forehead tenderly.

You closed your eyes at the action and smiled to yourself, a hum of contentment escaping your lips.

“Since we are finally together again, how about we go out on a date?” You asked, opening your eyes and taking Cesar’s hand.

Cesar laid down beside you. “Mi amor, the past couple of weeks have been beyond exhausting on me. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.” He began, placing your knuckles to his lips and giving them a ginger kiss. “So I would rather just stay in with you today, if that’s okay.” A blush crept to his face as he finished.

You laid on your stomach, next to Cesar, and laid your head on his chest, “Of course that’s okay with me, baby... I know you’ve been stressed..” you ran your fingers through his hair. “Besides, we can just watch Netflix and cuddle!” You suggested enthusiastically, causing Cesar to smile more.

“I would love that.” Cesar turned on Netflix. Both of you changed your position to get more comfortable on the bed.

Cesar’s left arm was now over your shoulder as you laid your head back on his chest. He gently fiddled with a piece of your hair, watching you as you began watching a show.

“You know,” Cesar started quietly, “I never really paid attention to how much I need you in my life, until you were barely in it for two weeks..” he admitted, letting go of your hair and gently trailing his fingers up and down your back.

“All I found myself thinking is how I needed to call and hear your voice. Or how I wanted to FaceTime you, but no matter what there was never any time. I just wanted to be with you, (y/n). I always want to be with you. This makes me realize that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said thoughtfully, staring off into space.

You looked up at Cesar surprised, “Um.. are you proposing to me, babe?” You asked, flustered.

Cesar smirked and looked down at you, “Not at the moment, but I definitely will make you my wife one day. That’s a promise.” He booped your nose and kissed you gently.

You melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his torso, “I love you so much.” You whispered against his lips.

“And I love you more than Chinese food.. speaking of which!” Cesar reached onto his dresser to grab his phone, “Let’s order takeout.” He suggested, giving you his famous goofy grin. “That way we don’t have to move from bed and we can catch up on two weeks worth of your cuddles.” He kissed your cheek, “Oh! And those tons of kisses that I owe you! I didn’t forget.” He winked.

You laughed quietly to yourself and shook your head, how did I ever get so lucky?