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The Greater Good

Request: can you do an imagine on spooky breaking up with y/n to protect her

Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz x gender + race-neutral reader

Warnings: explicit language, some angst, brief mention of trauma

You walked into the house, shutting the door with your foot. Oscar was in the kitchen, his back to you, chopping vegetables at an impressive pace. You put your bag down noisily, thinking he hadn’t heard you enter, but he continued his actions. Despite the strange atmosphere, you sounded your normal greeting, asking how his day was.

“Normal. Nothing special. Just normal”, was the clipped reply you received.

Oscar had been pulling away recently, it was subtle, but very much real. He had started acting disinterested, far away. He no longer woke you with a cup of coffee and kisses which started at your temple, trailing down lower and lower. At night, he slept with his back to you, there was no longer a protective arm encircling you.

So you decided it was time to talk about it. You tentatively walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection, one hand lightly gripping the material of his dark top. Your head rested against the warm skin of his back, feeling his muscles against the side of your face. He seemed to tense at your touch, losing his rhythm for just a moment.

“Baby? You know you can talk to me, right? Like, I’m here. I want you to be open with me. I miss you.” You hated how nervous you sounded, the desperation in your voice was hard to miss.

He sighed, and gently shoved the chopping board away. After a few moments, he slowly shook his head.

“This isn’t working. This relationship” he muttered, voice thick.

His words triggered a cold feeling to shoot down your spine. You knew what that meant. You knew that this was a possibility, but you thought he would respect you enough to have an actual conversation, not end things with five fucking words.

The situation felt surreal, you couldn’t understand how Oscar had become so cold so quickly. You tried to find reason, tried to rationalise what was happening. Was it something between the two of you, or something external? You had a vague feeling that it was the latter, you needed it to be that.

He muttered an apology when he saw your eyes gloss over. His face twitched slightly, you were sure he was going to explain, give you some reason. Instead, he cleared his throat, rubbed a hand over his face, and went back to his stupid fucking cooking.

Was that it? Was that all you got after a year and a half of commitment? After learning all you could about Oscar, from favourite foods and tv shows, to how to help when the prison flashbacks overtook him. You had become a caregiver to Cesar, someone he trusted. You had gone through that half-empty photo album with Oscar at 2am, listening to the far and few positive stories of his mother.

You refused to cry, mouth set in a firm line, jaw tensed. You stoically began to pack your things, which wasn’t an easy feat. You were a part of this house, but you vowed to scrub away every single trace of yourself. You would treat Oscar’s belongings the same way when you returned home. If Oscar could be so void of emotions, so could you.

You started with the kitchen, every small thing from fridge magnets to those spoons you bought went into a wrinkled plastic bag. The bathroom came next, followed by the bedroom. When you re-emerged with several plastic bags and one garbage bag full of clothes, you felt a little less powerful than you would have liked. Your facial expression most likely made up for that.

He had finally stopped cooking, and was sat in the front room, fingers tapping the arm of the chair. You stormed towards the front door, jerking your hand away when he reached out to you. It was too late for that.

“I’m sorry. I’m doing this for you.”

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I was wondering if u could do an Oscar Diaz Easter imagine were u guys have a little girl and like she looking for the eggs. Idk tbh I just thought that idea would be cute

It’s up! Hope you enjoy xx

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The easter egg hunt

imagine you and Oscar set up an easter egg hunt for your daughter

gender neutral: yes

warnings: none

requested? yes

“No peeking you little tramposa.” Oscar continued to guide your daughter who had a hand clamped over her eyes, with rather convenient spacing between her fingers.

He grinned at her actions and gave up trying to create any suspense before scooping her up in one motion. The girl dropped her hand onto one of her father’s broad shoulders, clutching the ribbed, white cotton of his vest. The other loosely encircled his crucifix, pulling the chain taught. She had a toothy smile which had been plastered to her face after laying eyes upon the small chocolate egg next to her pillow.

“Did you see the bunny papá? Did he say hello?” She continued to question Oscar about his top secret encounter with the Easter bunny with such curiosity and excitement, that he could feel his heart swell.

They reached the small garden space where you stood with a felt basket in hand. “A certain bunny told me this was for a very special little girl” you explained before sending a knowing wink towards Oscar, who was now holding a slightly less angelic four year old, restless and demanding to be put down.

As soon as her feet hit the floor she scrambled towards the first paper arrow, basket in hand, and promptly began searching. She let out an excited squeal when she caught sight of the first egg hidden behind a clay flower pot, making her two parents laugh.

Oscar pulled you towards him, placing a chaste kiss above your eyebrow. He was calmer than normal and the pride he held for his daughter was evident in his eyes. “We’re doing okay bebe, she’s gonna be okay” he said, comforting himself more than you.

You stood in his embrace as he brushed his thumb against your bicep, a protective stance you two naturally fell into. Your little girl crouched down to collect another patterned egg which filled her small hand. Wisps of curly hair framed her face and complimented her dark eyes, tongue poking out of her mouth as she wore a look of determination.

“She looks like you Osc, and she loves you so much baby. You’re a good dad” you ensured him, now holding his face in you hands.

He pulled you flush against him, waiting a few moments before kissing you slowly. This was soon accompanied by some noises of disgust from your daughter.

a/n: i hope you had a great Easter if you celebrate it!

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First date with Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz headcanons

- so it was dinner and a movie, but Oscar denies doing anything so cliche

- you two were friends before it happened, and this made the first date more awkward than either of you would like to admit

- he came round to your place with take-out and a bottle of red, an impressive gesture by his standards

- he’d been there before, you two had done this several times before, but never as a date

- there were moments of silence that neither of you knew how to navigate, but after an hour or so the tension dissipated

- this of course had nothing to do with the empty wine bottle

- after eating, you let Oscar choose a film which he made purposefully boring without hiding it too well

- “you actually like this Oscar? you’re interested in Viking peasants?”

“we could do something else if you’d prefer”

- you two didn’t get serious overnight. Oscar was interested for a good six months before he made a serious move, but ultimately it was you who asked him out

- he refused to put his pride down and risk being rejected, however the most pressing reason was him being unable to determine if you could handle his lifestyle

- if you would be ok with 2am calls that have to be attended to, and the risk of him never climbing back into bed with bloodied knuckles and a stoic face

- as he was about to leave for the night he asked if you were free on Saturday with a genuine smile, and a hopeful feeling passed over you

- Oscar waited outside for a few moments after you shut your door, trying to decipher what he felt for you. he was sure that it was something he could get used to though

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Cooking with Oscar ‘spooky’ Diaz headcanons

- oscar isn’t into grand romantic gestures, but he’s a provider and he cares for you more than he’d like to admit. so as a result, you’ve both made it a habit to cook together

- oscar finds cooking therapeutic in a way and it helps him be a little more open in your conversations, you can see some of his stress dissipate by his unforrowed eyebrows and his shoulders no longer being hunched over

- you’ve adopted the role of being his sous-chef (but that’s not the only time you’re under him..)

- and he walks you through his favourite recipes step by step, explaining why seemingly unimportant ingredients -shallots- are one-hundred percent needed

- when he really starts to trust you, he goes more into the stories behind the few family recipes he knows

- “mi abuela made the meanest baja tacos, she’d bring ‘em round most sundays.” he brushed his thumb against his chin before muttering “kept me and lil spooky fed the next couple days”

- his face is always slightly unreadable, but there’s undeniable deflation in his voice

- when he came round to your place in the early days of your relationship, he was unimpressed (to put it lightly) with the lack of imagination in your kitchen

- “if i ever see this shit in your fridge again, imma put our relationship right in the trash with it”

a/n: sorry if any spanish is wrong, there’s a reason i keep it limited!

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hi i loved your oscar hcs can you make more slskkssk plz i would love that

hey there it makes me really happy you liked them, requests are open if you want anything in particular and i have a few drafts im working on! xx

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Making out with Oscar ‘spooky’ Diaz headcanons

- this little fucker knows exactly what he’s doing and it shows in his attitude

- he’s perceptive to your responses. oscar is a good kisser and he has no plans to let go of that reputation

- has exhaled cigarette smoke into your mouth, as a way of initiating the kiss (if your into that, i sure would be)

- will do things at your pace but don’t get that confused with him giving you control, because he is the antithesis of submission

- likes it when you kiss a trail from his jawline to his neck, and then a little farther south..

- his kisses are passionate and fiery, there’s no hesitation in his actions and it makes you go weak in the knees

- oscar sometimes pulls back for a few seconds to take in the sight of you; he wants to memorise everything from your laboured breath to the slightly frantic look in your eyes

- his hands are never resting, instead they’re exploring your body and his fingertips stay pressed against your skin

- he’s an under the shirt, over the bra (female readers) type of guy in these situations. oscar likes to keep it classy if you will

- oscar likes making you feel good and makes sure to litter you with compliments anytime he finds his mouth away from yours; especially before biting on your earlobe or taking things a little further

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Oscar ‘spooky’ Diaz random headcanons

- he uses snapchat mostly for two things; watching stories and you can guess the other 🍑

- will, and has, decked someone for eating obnoxiously loud. it just makes his jaw clench and he cannot, nor does he want to, ignore it

- is a morning person, especially when sprinkles are involved. he doesn’t like feeling lazy or being in a vulnerable state such as sleeping for too long

- you know this boy has broken a rib of his (or three) to the point where he’s just stopped counting

- he’s only ever been with girls because growing up, anything else wasn’t really an option. oscar never wanted to be treated or talked about the way his uncle was

- however, by no means does he have a problem with anyone else in this way. he thinks love is love, why complicate it?

- doesn’t like people being taller than him. oscar prefers to look down on people than to have it the other way around

- he’s not big on physical contact unless it’s with a romantic partner. aside from this, he keeps it fairly minimal and in small doses