admit it. oscar diaz
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warnings: a bit of swearing but thinks that’s it
requested: Hi, I love reading your work it always cheers me up and helps me escape from the world for a lil while which I love so thank you for sharing your amazing writing 🥺💖 if you like this idea could you do something with Oscar and "you totally like me" "no I don't" where one of them jokingly teases the other but lowkey they're both crushing on each other?🥺 thank you so much if you take this on!!💞💞
a/n: again sorry this took me an inexcusable amount of time to write / post but here! hope you enjoy! merry christmas! lmk what you think!
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you sat slouched, your foot propped up on the dash board and your head rolled back watching him drive under the streetlights. you'd been to a party and oscar offered to drive you home. you hadn't spoken to him much since you'd gotten into the car but you couldn't look away from him either.
"quit staring," he mumbled, glancing at you out the corner of his eye for only a second.
"i'm not staring," you mumbled defensively, your head darting forward facing the tarmac again. your eyebrows twitched into a soft frown. being caught out you humphed to yourself. you didn't notice the soft smirk on his lips in your effort to not look at him again for the duration of the drive home, as not to inflate his ego anymore.
"'n' get your feet off the dash," his hand gave a nudge to your thigh. "what d'you think this is?"
you sniffed, your foot falling off the dash as you pushed yourself up straight. you could still feel the brush of his fingertips on your thigh though his hand had long been back on the steering wheel. "'jeez, sorry dad," you said in a huff.
you didn't catch the subtle clench of his jaw, rolling your eyes at him. "funny," he mumbled back at you.
"why you always so mean?" you huffed, your eyebrows knitting into a soft frown, arms crossing over your chest. "it's some scary-best-friends-big-brother-macho-tough-guy bullshit."
"you think i'm a scary?" he quirked an eyebrow at you, glancing at you while he continued to drive. that pout forming on your lips was something he was finding hard to pull his attention away from.
"no, but other boys do," you grumbled.
oscar humphed, pleased with himself. "good."
you rolled your eyes again, pushing yourself upright and pointing an accusing finger at him. "you're impossible," you groaned when he reached over and pushed your accusing finger away from him, this only made your frustration with him grow.
he tilted his head to the side for a second, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "yeah— well you're a brat," he teased with a hum, watching with a small amount of amusement when your mouth hung open.
"if i act like a brat it's because you make me like this," you fought back. "you treat me like a kid, what do you expect?"
his eyebrows knitted, he shook his head. "i don't treat you like a kid."
"yeah, you do!"
"no, i don't," he was standing his ground, his jaw clenching tighter. "why would i treat you like a kid?"
you'd turned in your seat to face him, your hands clinging to your seat belt the more you riled each other up. oscar had pulled up at a red light.
"'cause you saw me grow up with cesar," your eyes locked with his for a second before he pulled away again. "so you think you have to treat me like you do him, but you don't. i can look after myself."
you were both quiet for a while, oscar was absorbing your words and you were regretting ever bringing any of this up.
“i don't treat you like this 'cause i think you're a kid," oscar gulped, pulling away as the traffic light changed to green. "i'm jus' looking out for you. i don't wan' you to feel like you have to look out for yourself. i got you."
"yeah, you sure do,” you huffed. “you know what it’s like trying to get a boyfriend with you hovering over me at parties? you’re like a dog marking it’s territory,” you rolled your eyes again. “and i’m not your territory.”
“no?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, glancing at you only for a second. he could see it plain and simple how badly you were deflecting your true feelings. you’d crushed on him since you were a kid, but wouldn’t ever admit that to him. it’d be like conceding and you were far too competitive for that. still, oscar liked watching you act like your feelings weren’t there.
“no!” you raised your voice a little, eyebrows knitted tighter together now
“so you don’t want me to look out for you?” he clarified, small smirk still lining his lips.
“i don’t want boys too scared to talk to me ‘cause of you,” you were sulking a bit now. even you would admit you were acting kind of childish, but it also felt warranted.
“you wan’ me to leave you alone then?” he saw out the corner of his eye, you glanced over at him after he said this. “say the words an’ i’ll do it.”
“yeah,” you said softer than your voice had been earlier.
“go on and say it then,” he tested you, eyebrows raised waiting for you to say it.
“i just want you to stop being so scary, i don’t want to stop being friends with you,” you spoke, unsure of your own words. you were backtracking.
“you know why i do it?” you were watching him, body turned to face him as he continually stole glances in your direction, trying to focus on the road as best he could. he almost confessed but he stopped himself. “‘cause those guys are assholes. and you don’t want to date an asshole.”
“you know what i want, do you?” you quirked an eyebrow at him this time, humming.
he hummed in response. “i do.”
“what else do you know about me?” you tested him, convinced you had the upper hand on him. oscars lips turned into an amused frown, shrugging his shoulders. your lips cracked into a small smile, eyes unable to move away from him. he was captivating. “go on, mr know-it-all,” you urged, a small laugh escaping your lips and catching oscars attention.
he had to drag his eyes back to the road as he pulled up outside your house. you didn’t even notice the car coming to a halt, you were so invested in what he was going to say next.
“alright, fine,” he rested one arm on the steering wheel, the other on the back of the car seat as he turned halfway to face you. “you totally like me,” he said matter-of-factly.
“yeah, right,” you scoffed. he narrowed his eyes at you, smirk growing on his lips. you glanced away from him for a split second, the eye contact was too much for you.
“you also can’t look anyone in the eyes when you’re nervous,” he was teasing you now and you didn’t really care for it.
“shut up, i can too,” you made a conscious effort to keep eye contact even though your palms were sweating, and your heart was beating out of your chest.
he kept his eyes locked on you to make a point, unblinking. he watched your expression turn, your eyebrows knitting as your frustration grew with him.
you huffed, glancing away as he let out a laugh. “that doesn’t prove anything!” you fought back, annoyed that he’d caught you out. he could be childish himself sometimes, you just seemed to be the only one that caught it.
“it proves everything,” he shrugged, a smug smile on his face now. “just admit it, you don’t have to get defensive.”
“i’m not defensive!” your voice came out a higher pitch than someone who was not acting defensive. you altered your tone, clearing your throat. “i’m not being defensive,” you repeated, calmer this time.
“fine,” he rolled his eyes. “take it to the grave with you and i’ll guess you’ll never know if i felt the same,” he shrugged again.
you couldn’t make out if he was joking anymore or not. you wore a frown, eyes locked on his trying to figure him out. he could be so frustrating sometimes.
“you’re annoying,” you said finally. “and i’m going home,” scared this was all a big joke to him, you unbuckled your seatbelt and pulled on the door handled.
you climbed out the passenger seat, hearing him call after you. “ok, wait— wait,” he climbed out the drivers seats and jogged around the impala to meet you on the other side. you crossed your arms over your chest, closing the door and leaning against it, waiting for him to talk. “i promise i’ll stop scaring these guys off,” you wore a soft frown, you looked over at him with hooded eyes. oscar could’ve melted at your feet with that look.
you weren’t sure you wanted him to stop scaring off these guys anymore, because he was right, they were assholes and you did have feelings for him. feelings you’d buried deep, deep down and rejected them for fear of getting hurt.
“unless you can give me a reason not to?” he took a step closer to you, urging you to say something. you kept your frown, and shook your head.
“no,” you mumbled softly.
“hm? what was that?” his smirk was reappearing, as was yours.
“scare ‘em off if you want,” you pushed yourself off the door, standing inches away from him now. oscars smirk drooped a little. “i’ve only got eyes for one guy,” you shrugged, scrunching up your nose. “he’s kind of an asshole though,”
“i knew it,” he muttered teasingly.
“i know this is a joke to you but oscar i swear to god,” you paused, making sure he caught your tone. “if you fuck with me—“
“s’not a joke,” he shook his head. “just wanted to hear you say it,” he admitted, losing his smirk this time. he took a step closer, you unable to move away with your back against his car door. “you know i care about you,” he spoke quieter this time, only to you. you tilted your head back to watch him better. “m’not gonna hurt you.”
you could feel his breath against your skin, your own heavy breaths fanning his cheeks. you gave him a slight nod, which he mimicked. “ok?” he mumbled.
“ok,” you mumbled in response, trusting him for now, but wanting to see that he really meant what he said. “i trust you,” your words barely above a whisper.
he gave you a slight nod, lips pulling into a small smile when he saw a similar expression form of your face. he hummed softly, leaning into you just to be closer. you nudged your forehead against his for a second before pulling back.
“g’night oscar.”
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