Oscar Diaz (Spooky) Imagines/Preferences (OMB)

He finds out you selfharm (trigerring)

(Might be a little graphic, please don't read if you get triggered. This is the national suicide hotline please call if you need it! 1-800-273-8255 )

Until you met Oscar, you were pretty depressed. You had just lost your grandfather not too long ago and you just felt lonely, like you had no one to confide in. When you and Oscar got together it got better, you didn't do it as much, just every once in a while. Olivia was your best friend even though you were just a little bit older than she was, maybe three years older, she was the only one who knew that you self harmed and she helped you get through it. You had stopped at one point because you finally for once didn't feel so lonely anymore. But everything went to shit that night Olivia and Ruby got shot. Olivia didn't make it, Ruby was absolutely broken and Cesar was on the streets, You and Oscar were falling apart as well. You disagreed with most things he did and he was always snapping at you. You couldn't take all of this, it was way too much. You felt helpless, how could he let Cesar go just like that? He could be dead, sleeping on the streets made you worry more than ever. No kid deserves to live like that. No matter what you told Oscar he would shrug it off or snap at you. He couldn't stay with you because you were staying with Oscar, your parents kicked you out once they found out you were dating him. You felt lonely because your best friend died. One night, all of the 'Los Santos' gang went to a kickback, but Oscar decided to stay well because you two were in another argument. The aftermath wasn't pretty. You shook your head, tears pouring down your cheeks, and ran to the bathroom. All he did was stood there with a blank face, drinking his beer. Soon he would have wished he caught your arm, but he didn't. You ran into the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it. The pain you felt was almost indescribable. You slid down the door and took the blades out of the razor in the shower. You know sat on the ground by the toilet, having a good view of the door a few feet away from you. You closed your eyes tightly and took a deep breath, beginning to make little cuts down your wrist, watching the blood drip down. You felt worthless and pathetic, more silent tears began to stream down your cheeks but you could only be silent for so long. Oscar soon came to his senses and let out a deep sigh before knocking on the door. "Open the door Y/N." He spoke sternly. He had no idea what was going on or what you were doing, he just thought you might've been still upset. After a minute or two he spoke again, with a louder knock this time. "I said open up!" He cleared his throat, getting a little worried now. When you didn't he nodded to himself and broke the door open, it swinging harshly making a loud 'thud' sound against the wall. You jumped a little, sobbing as both of your wrists were bleeding badly. Luckily it wasn't deep enough for you to pass out. His beer dropped to the ground, shattering into thousands of pieces. He had a shocked expression but it quickly turned to hurt. "The fuck are you doing Y/N?!" He screamed at you, containing his tears as he snatched the blades out of your hand and flushing them down the toilet. He breathed heavily and ran his hand over his freshly shaved head. He didn't know what to do as you now sobbed looking down. It's like he didn't know how to be comforting without expressing anger because of the pain he had been put through, but he was so much stronger than you were. You loved him for that. You wanted to be his peace, you just wanted to be there for everyone and accepted. He grabbed your hand and stood you up bringing you over to the counter. His intentions were to clean your wrists and bandage them right away but his mind was all over the place right now. You were very close to him, he stood in front of you as your back was leaning against the counter. He suddenly slammed his hands on either side of you, on the counter leaning his head down finally letting his tears escape from his eyes. You jumped, already shaken up, continuing to sob. His arms wrapped around you gently, pulling you into his chest. "You're not gonna fucking leave me you hear me Y/N? What ever happened to I got you and you got me forever huh?" He let out a shaky breath, wiping a few tears from his cheek. You let out a sharp sob, burying your face in his neck. You now knew just how much he deeply cared and loved you, he just didn't know how to show it. "I love you hermosa, please deja de hacer esto." (Stop doing this) Hearing him speak Spanish to you was not only a turn on but it was so soothing. You slowly nodded and sniffed a bit, pulling away to wipe your tears. Maybe all you needed was him. From now on he vowed to try to help you through this and try to show you as much love and care that you needed even though it was a little bit hard for him.