{where there's love there's pain} "well if we can't stay in the prophets looks like the only safe option is the santos" "never thought I'd hear safe and santos in the same sentence" [on my block] cesar diaz x oc

"Creepin on the down low, nobody is supposed to know. He doesn't know what I do and no attention goes to show," In which Cesar starts hooking up with a girl who's using him to get back at her cheating boyfriend.

Monse Finnie has been in love with Cesar Diaz for the longest time. She's definitely not a good girl but definitely not a bad one either, she has a mouth, she can't control it but it helps when she needs to help her friends. Cesar Diaz, is the exact opposite, he's quiet, he's a great friend, he's apart of a gang, he's a bad boy. They are friends with the same people, what they call their "family" what happens when they want to be lovers?

A fanfiction of Cesar Diaz / On My Block. Some things were changed. #138 ranking in exciting on May 12, 2018 #84 ranking in exciting on June 17, 2018 #90 ranking in On My Block on June 17, 2018 #706 ranking in thriller on June 23, 2018 #42 ranking in exciting on June 23, 2018 #70 ranking in On My Block on June 23, 2018

- discontinued until further notice - started: march 22nd, 2018 *disclaimer - i do not own any of the "on my block" characters or plot unless stated otherwise* netflix original series - on my block - season 1 RANKS - #11 in Monse Finnie

Monse and Cesar have to deal with a new chapter of their relationship On My Block Fanfic, set three and half years after the shooting. I don't own anything related to On My Block, this is purely a fanfic** **I'm new to this so please bear with me and be nice x

[BASED ON THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES "ON MY BLOCK"] - 2 years ago, I left my home town, which is a black neighborhood in South Central California, to move to go to a boarding school in England. When leaving, I left behind my childhood friends, memories, and darkest secrets. Now. I'm back. And a lot of things are different. Like for instance, me. When I left, I left with braces and a training bra. Now, I'm 2 inches higher, no longer in need of braces, and let's just say I'm passed A36 in bra sizes. "is that.... Monse?" "no freaking way". "What the hell happened to her" "she looks badass" What happens when old friendships will be tested? When Love becomes a distraction? When the game is all that everyone plays? When it's a kill or either be killed? // DISCOUNTINUED