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Signs you grew up lonely

- Chasing people who don’t want you

-Making up lots of stories and worlds

-Overtalking whenever there’s someone to talk to

-Excessive reading

-Daydreaming

-Clinging emotionally to others

-Being the ‘disposable’ friend in the group

-Excessive baths

-Talking to oneself

-Obsessive friendships

-Excessive helpfulness

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Guava Island (2019)

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Imagine fighting with Jamal about rollerworld

“ Im woke AF girl! this money is real , this exists and I am going to prove it and yall can suck some ... juice! because I wont say curse words , I am a polite guy!”

You laughed putting your hands on your face screaming to them at the same time desesperate because everyone knows Jamal , he hears but doesnt listen.

“dude rollerworld does exist and I am here for the past hour trying to say i am in to help you and you cant stop screaming like a crazy girl on her period!” 

“ woman why didnt you said before? we have work to do lets get some moneyyyyyyyyy!” Jamal jumps from the bed and you just rolled your eyes to him sighing thinking to yourself how you got yourself in this situation to start with.

“ I could be doing scout things and make something productive and here I am, with a crazy person I call friend trying to find patience or he will be the next one being buried by me” 

You sighed softly and Jamal looked at you with a death glare over his shoulder and you shrugged your shoulders unbothered.

 “I wont forget what you said when I find my money buttface” he turned his back on you leaving the room and you followed him putting your earphones and listen to some old rap songs just to avoid losing my patience with Jamal.

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pregnancy headcanons || oscar diaz

man i had to cut myself off bc if not I’d keep on writing damn well into this baby’s childhood lmao I’m sorry but Oscar as a dad is cute as fuck. ANYWAYS, here’s a lil something to hold you over while I get shit written, enjoy!

tagging: @blowmymbackout

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having a baby with Oscar Diaz would include…

- the pregnancy is unplanned

- you and Oscar haven’t really ever planned on when you’d have children together

- i mean you’d talk about it. What your kids would look like, how many you’d want

- but as far as actually planning when you’d have them, both of you wouldn’t be sure when the time is right. the drama with the prophet$ and all

- so when you find out you’re pregnant, you’d be surprised as hell. Surprised and nervous to tell Oscar about it bc you wouldn’t really know what his reaction would be like

- blurting it out one day while you’re in bed together

- “You’re what?” “I’m.. pregnant?”

- Oscar being just as shocked as you, but to your surprise, he’d actually happy about it, looking forward to it

- you both know it’d be a lot of work, stressful, with all that was going on, but knowing Oscar was happy about the baby would only increase your happiness

- PROTECTIVE!OSCAR

- I’m talking super fucking protective

- like he was protective before, but when you’re pregnant? He wouldn’t even let anyone anywhere near you lmao

- him tearing up when you see your baby and hear it’s heartbeat for the first time

- “are you crying, baby?” “nah mamita. I got some dust in my eye.”

- Ruby calling dibs on planning the baby shower. As in he’d start planning from the moment he and the others find out that you’re pregnant. Color schemes, games, decorations - EVERYTHING

- “What about Oscar Jr for a boy? OJ for short.” “OJ? OJ?! You want to name our child OJ?” “What’s so wrong with that?” “I don’t have a problem with naming him Oscar if it’s a boy but OJ? Like OJ Simpson? Sorry pero no.”

- finding out you’re having a girl BC COME ON OSCAR WITH A LIL BABY GIRL

- but he’d lowkey be terrified of having a daughter lmao

- as your pregnancy progresses, so would the cravings

- I’m talking crazy cravings at all hours

- waking Oscar up at like 2 am bc you have a cravings and scaring the shit outta him

- “Oscar? Baby, wake up.” “What? Que paso? You good?” “.. We’re hungry..” “… whatchu want?” “Donuts.. and chicken nuggets.” “I’ll be back.” “Love you daddy.”

- Oscar loving to have his hands on your belly

- especially after he feels the baby kick for the first time

- he’d love it and it’d make him feel closer to you and the baby

- laying in bed at night, he’d fall asleep with his hand rubbing your belly

- he’d pull you on his lap so he could wrap his arms around you and rub your belly

- but he ain’t letting anybody else touch your belly. He’d get mad protective

- like if somebody he didn’t know came up to you and tried touching your belly, he’d pull you away and get in between you and stare them down

- “why you touchin’ her? keep your hands off my girl, alright?”

- as your pregnancy progresses, you’d get more and more uncomfortable

- unable to get comfortable and sleep at night so there’d be time when you’d get little to no sleep

- one night Oscar would notice you tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable but failing

- “you okay, mami?” “I can’t get comfortable. She keeps moving.” “Come on, lets go.”

- going for a late night drive in his car

- you’d curl up against him, head on his shoulder, hand rubbing your belly, some music playing quietly on the radio. More often than not, you’d fall asleep

- or if that doesn’t work, he’d usually end up talking to your belly

- “you a little peleonera, huh? Let your mommy rest, little one. We wanna meet you already too, but she needs all the rest she can get before your little fighting ass gets here.”

- ANNNND that would usually make the kicking worse bc your baby would love her daddy’s voice

- Oscar not letting you do anything bc he wouldn’t want you straining yourself

- begging him to let you help get the nursery ready

- which would probably end with you getting paint on him lmao

- Oscar trying to build the crib and needing help from one of the other Santos

- as your due date gets closer, Oscar would start growing more nervous and anxious about being a dad

- he’d know he wouldn’t be able to provide the best life for his child, giving the area where they live and he just wouldn’t want to let her down, not like how his own mother let him and Cesar down

- “what’s on your mind, babe?” “I don’t wanna fuck this up. Look at me and Cesar. I just.. I don’t want her to grow up how we grew up. In a broken home. A shitty home. I don’t want to let her down.” “She’s not. You’re not gonna let her down. She’s not even here yet and you’re already an amazing dad. You won’t even let people touch my damn belly. She has two parents who love her so much already. We’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine. She’s gonna be fine.”

- when your water breaks, Oscar would lowkey kinda panic lmao but he’d remain cool and calm on the surface for you. He wouldn’t want you stressing out

- he’d be by your side through it - through the contractions, through the pain and cussing

- “I swear to fucking god, this is the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life.” “You did this to me. ‘We don’t need a condom’ you said ‘I’ll pull out’ you said. Here we are, nine months later, my vagina is about to be ripped open by a whole ass human.”

- of course you don’t mean anything, you’re just in pain

- Oscar letting you squeeze his hand as tight as you need too, smoothing your hair back and telling you how good you’re doing

- “She’s almost here mamita, she’s almost here.”

- all the pain, all the tears, everything would be worth it as soon as you see what your child’s cries

- Oscar would cut her umbilical cord ofc

- they’d place this tiny little thing on your chest and you’d be in such awe of how much of a perfect mix she is of you and Oscar

- once they’ve gotten her cleaned up and dressed, you’d hand her over to Oscar who’d just stare down at her with the most loving look you’ve ever seen

- “hey lil mama. I’m your dad. I know I’m scary looking, good thing you look like you mommy, huh? I love you so much already. Baby Spooky.” “I know damn well you didn’t just call her Baby Spooky.”

- Oscar spoiling the shit out of his lil princess and being the best dad ever fight me on it

- YALL BEING THE CUTEST LIL FAM IN FREERIDGE

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Change pt. 2 - O.D

Summary: Reader comes over to the crib and shit happens.

Warnings: ooc probably, cussing I think

Word Count: 1.9k

The weekend passed by, in what felt like a breeze to Cesar. However, for Oscar, every minute was spent worrying in some way. What if she has a boyfriend? What if she thinks she’s too good for him? She wouldn’t be wrong. She’s always been too good. That’s what everyone said. What if she didn’t like him anymore? That’s bound to happen when you don’t see someone for seven years. Most of all, what if she finds out about Cesar being in the gang?

Y/N has always had something against the gang life. Yeah, she heavily associated with gang members, because that’s all she’s ever known. But that doesn’t mean she’s okay with it. She doesn’t care for the gang. She never has. She’d always comment on her distaste for the gang and she even went as far as to say that she’d be upset if she ever found out that Cesar got put into the gang. That she’d unleash hell if he got beat into the gang. So now that he is in the gang, how will she react? Therefore, she shouldn’t know. She can’t.

As the day rolls by, Oscar makes Cesar help him around the house. They clean the house up a bit, suitable for guests but not over the top to where it looks like they tried too hard to others. By the time 1 PM rolls around, Oscar is setting the container of ceviche on the table. He notices you’re running a bit late, which worries him. Before he can continue to think any other bad thoughts there’s a knock on the door. Cesar runs to get the door, greeting you once he sees you.

“Hi, Cesar,” you say softly, pulling the young man into a hug. His arms wrap around yours and the memories of just how comforting you were came back to him. His eyes close for a few seconds before he’s pulling away again. Oscar rounds the corner, taking in the sight of you. Dressed in a floral navy blouse, some black slacks, and black heels. “Sorry I’m a bit late, just got back from a meeting in West Hollywood. It ran on a bit longer than I thought! Oh, hi Oscar.”

You greet Oscar with a hug and pull away only a few seconds after. He closes the door behind you, leading the way to the kitchen. The whole time, you’re taking in all the familiar surroundings. All the late nights spent here, all the early mornings. All the fights, all the kickbacks. Everything. It was all rushing back, and you’re not quite sure how to feel. This isn’t something you’ve revisited since you left. It feels sort of like reopening old wounds.

Sitting at the table, you sit opposite the door, Cesar sitting to your left and Oscar to your right. Oscar serves up three plates and brings out three beers. You turn to him as he offers you one.

“I’ll take water instead, please?” you ask kindly. He nods, heading back over to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of water instead. You thank him as you take the bottle. You look at Cesar open the beer and take a sip like nothing, but you stay quiet. Not your kid, not your brother.

“So, you said something about a meeting in West Hollywood?” Cesar asks before digging in. You take a bite of a tostada with some of the ceviche on it. You chew through it as you nod, grabbing a napkin and cleaning yourself from the juices.

“Yeah,” you say, pausing to take a sip of water. “I was talking to some corporate managers from Universal about important business. But I’m off business mode now,” you explain.

“Managers from Universal?” Oscar asks through his food, covering his mouth with a napkin. You chuckle, waving him off dismissively. You don’t really wanna talk about your job and make them feel some type of way.

“It’s nothing,” you say before taking another bite of food. Cesar shakes his head and looks at you as though begging you to explain yourself. You chuckle nervously before speaking again. “I’m a writer; plays, music, television, and film. I work for some studios, but it’s not a big deal.”

Taking another bite of food, the two continue to ask you questions.

“So you write movies?” Oscar asks.

“Do you get to meet famous people?” Cesar asks.

“You work on sets with famous people?”

“What exactly do you do?”

The two excitedly ask, making you chuckle. Swallowing your food, you wipe the juices off again before taking another swig from your water.

“Well, it’s ever-changing. For the most part, I work for Universal Studios and I storyboard or screenwrite for movies and shows. I also write or co-write songs for artists and collaborate with them. Sometimes, I get to work on set, so I do get to meet and work with famous people.”

The two are stunned into a silence, so the rest of lunch, as they called it,  goes by like that. Just eating in a comfortable silence. They’ll ask the occasional question about how your family is doing or how you’re doing. You tell them how you live in Atlanta but how you’re coming back to LA for a while. How New York might be your next stop as a play writer. However, soon lunch is over and Cesar says he has to meet up with Monse, Jamal, and Ruby. He leaves you and Oscar alone and then there’s a long awkward silence as you look down at your hands.

You don’t really know what to say or what to do. When you left, things weren’t so great, nor were they bad. He was just scared having to live without you, as you tended to ground him a lot. He takes in the sight of you, not wanting to forget a single each of you. When you look up, you see him already looking, making you nervously smile at him. Your cheeks flush, growing warmer.

“You look good,” he tells you. You shake your head, thanking him as you take in the sight. He looks older for sure. Tired and stressed. But he still looks good. He has some new tattoos and the teardrop. The goddamn teardrop. The one that was not there when you left, and it hits you. He’s changed so much since you last saw him. You’re not sure how to feel. Because your heart is still skipping a beat and you’re still nervous around him. But you’re also sort of scared because you never expected him to have to do that kind of stuff. He sure didn’t when he was younger.

“Yeah,” you whisper, looking back down at your hands, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “Thank you.”

The room goes quiet again, Oscar unsure of what to do. He’s never seen you as distraught or as caught in your own mind as you are now. Instead, he decides to clean up, grabbing all the plates and taking them to the sink. He grabs the ceviche and puts it away and finishes cleaning up the area. When he’s done, you stand up and look over at him.

“Look, I gotta go. I have to meet with a realtor-”

“Realtor? You’re coming back to Free-”

“Not Freeridge,” you tell him softly. “Beverly Hills.”

“So you’re really rich, huh?” he asks as he leads the way outside. You both step out, stopping at his door. You stand on the doorstep as he stands inside the house. He looks down at you, waiting for an answer.

“I guess so,” you respond softly through a breathy chuckle. “I’m just in Freeridge while I look for a penthouse in Beverly Hills.”

“You’ve changed,” Oscar says as he takes a step closer. His eyes stare into yours, sending you into a spiral. Suddenly, your mind has slipped away from you and there’s no controlling yourself anymore. You both stand so close to each other as you nod. He leans closer into you, leaning down a bit.

There’s little space between the two of you as his eyes wander up and down between your eyes and to your lips. The feeling is almost electric, and as much as your mind tells you not to keep going, as much as it screams for you to stop and turn around, you can’t bring yourself to do any of that. Then, there’s no space between you two as his lips connect with yours. His lips softly move against yours in sync and it feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It feels like fireworks could go off, but knowing the neighborhood, it might not be fireworks. His hands move down to your hips and he pulls you closer into him as his lips begin moving faster against yours. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you kiss back with the same vigor. However, as he attempts to pull you even closer and you can feel him flush against you, you pull away.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasp as you look up at him. He looks like he’s lost in a daze, but he also seems visibly upset that you were the one who broke the kiss. “I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry,” you apologize as you turn around. There’s a heaviness in your chest as you begin to walk off. However, you feel a hand on your wrist, stopping you from walking away.

“Don’t go,” Oscar says quietly, looking around to see if anyone’s outside. He looks back at the back of you and notices you visibly deflate before turning around to look at him. “Please, I need you.”

The fact he’s even admitting that openly takes you by surprise. He used to be a naive little shit who didn’t believe in telling the people he loves that he loved them because it wasn’t the manly thing to do. Part of him is still stuck in those days, though. The days where he used to be so emotionally numb to things because he had to be. He was not an easy person to love. He still isn’t.

“Oscar, we both know this isn’t gonna work out,” you tell him softly, not able to look up at him. He shakes his head and looks down at his hand, that still hasn’t let go of you.

“We can make it work,” he offers. He steps closer, pulling you in closer. His touch making you go weak again. “We can start where we left off, we can start again-”

“I can’t, Oscar. I have my work and you have your gang. Neither can interfere with the other. It won’t work.”

“This is about your stupid job?” Oscar asks angrily. Now you’re angry. His feelings may be valid, but so are yours.

“No, this isn’t a stupid job. This was my dream, Oscar. If you’d cared, you’d know this is everything I wanted to work for before I left. I’m living my dream and I’m not letting anything get in the way of me living my life the way I want. I loved you, Oscar. But now, I’m married to my work.”

“Then  just go, I don’t want to see you around here.”

“You don’t own the streets, Oscar. Goodbye!” you angrily exclaim before walking off to your car. Oscar stomps away, slamming the door once he’s inside. His anger gets the best of him, leading him to throw anything and everything at the wall in a fit of rage.

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Me signing up to be spooky love interest next season 

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oscar + smoking

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Facebook is funny af 😂

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What’s the weirdest way you’ve seen a fanfiction author use to convey dialogue without using plain old quotation? I saw someone use bullet points once.

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Cesar: I’m such an idiot.

Monse:

Monse:

Monse: If you’re waiting for me to disagree, it’s going to be a long night.

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ATTENTION OMB READERS

PLEASE READ: I should have put this out way sooner but better late than never…For the sake of my freaking sanity when I write for Ruby, Cesar, Latrelle and so on they will be the ages of 17 or 18 (applies to all of my omb stories of course) because with the way that I write it is so hard for me to picture them as 14-15-year-olds, to be honest. I do not know about anyone else but for me it also lowkey makes me uncomfortable. Even in the show, excluding the gang life, a little more than half of the shit that goes on I can’t really picture a 14-15-year-old doing. I just get a lot of 17-18-year-old vibes. Then again….that could be just me lmao. Now when it comes to Oscar, the reader is already gonna be legal and of age because I’m truly not about that underaged type of shit. Thank you lovelies for coming to my TED Talk I just wanted to put that out do what you want with this information…carry on…

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papiiiiii

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz is baaaaeeee 😍

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“if i could get to sleep, i would have slept by now.”

“when you call my name, do you think i’ll come running? you never did the same - so good at giving me nothing.”

“now you know, now i’m free.”