HEWWO FROM THE OTHER SIDE [owo oneshots!!!!]

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i don't have a person 2 share my gay feelings with so im gonna shove it into here, and also shove tons of angst too

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"So, you really wanna go fishing for a date?" Carlos asked as Oscar got into the passenger seat, and jabbed the other straight in the face with a fishing pole as he grunted struggling to get in. "Ow, watch where you put that - coulda jabbed my eye out." Carlos huffed, rubbing at his face while Oscar shuffled them into the back.

"Not my fault your car's a minivan for a miniman." Oscar retorted, and he made his point by gesturing to his fishing hat, which was touching the ceiling of the car. "And anyway, yes I wanna go fishin. You asked me, and I have boring interests." Oscar joked, giving a gentle shove to Carlos's shoulder. "We can go into the lake too, though. Have a grand ol swim." He nodded. Carlos grinned at him and started the car, enthused to go on the date.

The two boyfriends teased and played most the car ride, and when they got there, they both were already grabbing their things as Oscar advised Carlos for a good fishing spot. Carlos carried the cooler and Oscar the fishing supplies, and they'd settled down nicely. It was a nice secluded section, with giant trees to shade them, and they were sitting in the chairs shortly, a fishing pole in both their hands.

"I brought a treat along." Began Oscar, putting down his fishing pole and stepping on it to keep it in place. Carlos looked over curiously, and as a bag began to rustle, Oscar waved it around - some marijuana in a bag. "Hope you have no plans to arrest me, officer." He teased, pulling out rolling paper after.

"Not till you're rich." Carlos deadpanned.

"Well, hope you're ready to stick with me, cause I'm not makin big bucks any time soon." The two snickered some, before Oscar stuck a blunt in his mouth and lit it, cupping it slightly with his hands.

"Roll me some too." Carlos demanded, and as he tried to snatch the blunt from Oscar's mouth, Oscar lifted his head back and leaned back. Biting onto the blunt and sticking his tongue past it, Oscar sat back up to roll Carlos a blunt and after sticking it into the other's mouth, he lit it.

From then on it was fairly quiet. No fish were biting, and there wasn't much to do besides bask in the sunlight as they smoked, mostly Oscar. It was beginning to get darker, and Carlos stood up with a roll of his shoulders. Pulling the blunt out his jaws, Oscar stared up curiously.

"Where you go-" Oscar silenced himself, staring mesmerized as Carlos took his shirt off. Face going red, he averted his gaze to his blunt. When Oscar heard the other snickering in amusement, he shot a death glare, though beginning to stare again in result.

"I'm gonna go swimming. You gonna gape at me like a - heh - fish, or would you care to join me?""

Oscar looked slightly agitated, crossing his arms. "That's just a bad metaphor." He jeered as he rolled his eyes, and Carlos rolled his eyes right back.

"Is not. You've probably caught more fish than me, don't you know how they stare?" Carlos squatted to hold his knees, and he placed his face level with Oscar's, eyes widening and mouth squishing in and out. "Like this." He continued his fish imitation, but when he moved closer for a kiss as he continued his joke, Oscar shoved his hand to Carlos's face and pushed it up, his temptation to burst out laughing held back by embarrassment.

"Yeah yeah I get your point. Anyway, get outta my face - the water's too cold for me, fish boy." Oscar snorted, taking a long drag.

"Even colder than your soul?"

Oscar held in a laugh, and he slowly stood up grinning. "Ya got me there." He answered, and after stretching his arms, he put down his hat revealing where he was bald. Honestly, he didn't get why Carlos dated him - Oscar was aging horribly, he was mean, dirt poor, and had dragged Carlos into his own closet - what could Carlos possibly see in him? It was probably a pity thing. Whatever.

"Whose gonna watch the fishing poles?" Carlos asked, which got Oscar looking at them.

"No fish are gonna take a bite at this point if they haven't already. Leave em." Oscar shrugged, and Carlos slowly nodded cooperatively. Oscar's main concern was if their hooks caught them as they swam, but he doubted it - the hooks were pretty far from shore, and they had picked a nice spot away from everyone. Then again, it was the nice quiet spots that the family with twelve children came to. "Now let's get in the water, release your inner fish. You're the real shark boy." Oscar teased, and both giggled and snorted before Oscar tugged Carlos behind him into the water.

Instantly, he stiffened a bit at the cold - but before he could adjust, Carlos had full on body slammed him into the water. As he watched the man float back to the top, Oscar grinned and pulled the other back in by a wiggling foot. Kicking the other down and flying up out the water, laughing the entire time, he was coughing afterwards as he leaned over slightly to get the water out his mouth.

"You okay baby?" He hadn't even noticed Carlos, but he felt a hand gingerly rub his back. Turning red, Oscar shooed the hand away, clearing his throat.

"You're killin me." He playfully accused.

"I gotta get the cha-ching from when you die."

"I'm beginning to question whether it's a joke or not, you keep sayin it. The question on my mind - Does gold-digger Carlos Fartgas is assassin?"

"I have no idea what you said, except Carlos Fartgas. My last name is Fabregas."

"False news, from Carlos Fartgas."

"I'm gonna eat you." Carlos huffed indignantly, crossing his arms and slowly sinking back into the water in a rather dramatic way. "I want to die." Carlos added, and grinning, Oscar began to copy the other's movements.

"Same." He barely said it before his head went underwater, his baggy shirt floating up along with his hair. Carlos swam towards Oscar, and he slowly dragged the other back up. As Oscar opened his mouth, he found he had just been pulled up to get a wave of water splashing into his face and mouth. Blinking his eyes rapidly, he spit back into the water. The sun was setting in the distance, and the two were silhouettes having the time of their life as a splashing war ensued.

Suddenly it came to a stop, as Carlos edged closer. "It's so pretty. Lookit the sunset." He murmured, pointing up. Oscar stared at the blends of reds, oranges, and pinks, and he swallowed. It was breathtaking, honestly. Oscar's body tensed as a hand took his, and he looked down at Carlos's hand, that gripped his gingerly. Oscar hadn't pulled away from the touch, but his fingers had clenched tightly around his boyfriend's hand, so tight that it hurt Oscar's own hand.

When Carlos began to move towards his face, Oscar pulled back. "Fuck." He grunted, eyes shifted away as he looked around, eying to see if anyone was watching "Maybe - another time - not here - someone could see us." Carlos sucked in his lips, his eyes looking around quietly.

"Nobody can see us."

"I can't." Oscar growled, turning away to head back to shore. A hand rested on his hand, more pleading than demanding.

"You can smoke weed where people can smell it probably a mile away but you can't kiss your boyfriend?" Carlos asked, frustrated. "It's just a kiss." Carlos mumbled.

"It's not just a kiss to me." Oscar snapped, hugging himself. "I - I want to, really. But - I can't be seen just - kissing some guy. I want to, but - I'm sorry, I can't." Oscar didn't dare look at Carlos, instead ordering flatly. "Let's get our stuff and go. It's late." He advanced out of the water, and there was a heaviness on both of them as they began packing back up.

Oscar sat once more in the passenger seat and watched Carlos get in the car. Though usually Carlos's smile brightened his whole day, seeing Carlos smile at him, no matter how well faked it was, he felt guilt strike his heart. Looking down, he spaced out for a moment when Carlos said something, and he turned over. Trying to figure out what he said, he decided to ignore it.

"Carlos."

Carlos's perfectly green eyes snapped up to Oscar. The crowded space made Oscar really wish he had just done this in the lake, and if anything they were more visible now. But he shifted towards his boyfriend and kissed Carlos, gently holding his jaw with a thumb, and relief flooded over Oscar as he felt a more genuine smile against his lips that was pressing back. Admittedly, Oscar was shaking. It wasn't that he disliked kissing, but rather he felt the eyes of society latch onto Oscar when he kissed a man specifically. It shouldn't matter, but what hurt was that it did. Pulling back slowly, Oscar gave a small smile "Wanna get some burgers?" Oscar inquired.

"Hell yeah."

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one of the more sweeter things i've written lately. i can't wait to ruin them

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"Are you fucking kidding? Stealing my shit?"

Oscar had never seen Carlos so angry. Carlos got upset, but he was always just mildly sassy and petty. Now he held a real big bag of crack, glaring Oscar down, looking like he was barely gonna keep from shouting. "For this. I need that money to pay my fucking bills, Oscar. I know you can't keep a home for yourself, it's typically why I handle the money, but now I really can't." Oscar should back down, understand he was in the wrong - he was, and he knew it. But his pride got to him.

"You got plenty left, don't try n' act like I did shit." Oscar sniffed, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "Wasn't that much." Oscar grunted, turning away to avoid the disgusted look on Carlos's face, the scowl.

"Oh right, right, sorry - six hundred dollars, not that much at all - hah, what was I thinking to get mad?" Carlos slowly moved closer to Oscar, glaring up at him which made Oscar slightly move to the side, away from the wall.

"Look - it's fine, shit works out. You'll fix it like you always do." Oscar huffed, and Carlos had to close his eyes for a moment, crossing his arms as he tried not to shout. Oscar stepped forward, and upon trying to take Carlos's face in his hands to kiss him, Carlos instantly shoved him back.

"You're not gonna kiss your way outta this, Oscar. Not this time." Carlos snapped, turning around for a second as if to march off, before whipping back around. "You're such - a fucking dick! Why do you only kiss me when I'm hurting?" As Carlos's voice cracked, Carlos covered his mouth with a hand and shook his head, letting go only after he was able to speak calmly. "I keep hoping you'll change. Keep thinking maybe if I stick with you you'll loosen up on the drugs. Keep thinking you'll act like - a boyfriend." He kept turning around in a circle, pacing without leaving the spot. "Stealing's pretty damn low of you." Oscar stared at his shoes, not daring to say a peep, not at first. However, Carlos uttered something that freaked Oscar the fuck out.

"Get out of my house. Pack your shit, and go live with your dad."

Oscar felt a chill run up his spine at how dead cold Carlos spoke, but it didn't stop Oscar from trying to gently stop him as he walked off, and as soon as a finger touched at the other's shoulder he saw the man practically swing away at his touch. "Don't make me live with him. I hate him." Oscar grunted. Carlos and Oscar stared for a long while, before Carlos shoved the bag of crack into Oscar's hand and disappeared into the bedroom.

Next thing Oscar knew, Carlos came out with a suit case. "Pack your shit, and go. It's over. I'm done." He tossed the suitcase down haphazardly at Oscar's feet, and turned around.

"You can't just - do this to me - you can't, I swear to fuckin god Carl, you better - not." Part of him just sounded weak, but the anger was still there. Oscar hadn't expected Carlos to get up to him, his eyes burning into Oscar, a fire in them raging.

"Or what, Oscar?"

There was dead silence for a moment, and Oscar was sweating, whether with rage or nervousness he wasn't sure. He was shaking, and finally, any sign of anger whisked away. "Please." He was trying so hard not to cry, he didn't want to be weak. But he was tearing apart. Gulping hard, Oscar hoarsely added. "Please don't." The hardened look on Carlos was gone, and he paused trying to figure out what to say.

Gentle arms wrapped around him, gradually tightening and Oscar held completely still in the hug, not sure what to even do. Hovering a hand over Carlos's back, hesitant to hug back, his eyes glazed over briefly. Was this happening again? Was this a hug of forgiveness, or a hug of pity? This was how it all ended with his ex wife. This was like the last time he saw her, the last time he saw his own child.

When Carlos backed up, rubbing tears from his face, he now turned a cold shoulder.

"Now go. I hope you - change, grow from what's happened. Instead of ruining someone elses life."

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6AM - how long had he been awake? How much had he drank, what drugs had he taken? Oscar didn't remember those details, but he knew what happened in the now. He knew that he'd hacked someone into a bits - just some random citizen, nobody he knew. They had died two hours ago, a bullet to the head. At this point, Oscar was still blowing steam. He never wanted to hurt Carlos, and he wasn't sure how to get this anger out - a random stranger had done the trick.

He was panting, sweating, and his eyes burned, tear lines clear on his face through the soft sunlight shining through the poorly boarded windows of the shed, though he cried no longer. Crimson splattered him, and the slippery sound of axe against flesh was rhythmic, he didn't know how long he'd been swinging - the entire body was cut up, only brief bits of slowly graying skin at the surface of a mass of blood.

Choking on the sheer dryness of his throat, he broke into coughs, and with another swing, it went lopsided, nearly banging straight into his leg. Stumbling back, Oscar collapsed, and breathing heavily he put a hand on his heart as the axe loudly clunked, feeling how his heart rushed, thumping so hard he thought he was having a heartattack. Fuck, was he dying? Everything felt violently sick. He must be dying. Fuckin - thank god.

But as he soon found out, he lived another day.