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Spooky Month Oneshots (CLOSED)

Summary:

I'll be writing requested Spooky Month oneshots by you!

Notes:

If you don't like what's written here, then don't read. If you do anyway, that's on you!

Chapter 1: rules

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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What I WILL write:

Fluff/Comfort

Angst/Hurt

Hurt and Comfort

Canon x Reader (x Canon)

Canon x Canon (x Canon)

Hurt no Comfort

AUs

HCs

OCs

 

What I will NOT write:

Smut

Roy's uncle

Notes:

you'll give your request in chapter 2!

Chapter 2: request page

Summary:

here is where you will leave your request in the comments!

Notes:

this is ONLY for requests and nothing else! also, please be respectful in here

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if you have any questions about anything, please don't be afraid to ask!

Chapter 3: Bob Velseb x Kevin (Fluff)

Summary:

requested by batzdites

Notes:

i'm sorry if it's a bit rushed towards the ending (╯︵╰,) I felt as though I was taking too long and didn't want to keep y'all waiting... but anyway... I hope you enjoy (-ω-、)

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Kevin heaved a sigh behind the grey counter. It had been a long stressful day at the Candy Club, and it had drained him. He couldn’t wait to be back at his cozy home, in his cozy PJs, and in his cozy bed. When the hands on his vintage watch said it was time to go, he was out!

 

He hopped on his red bicycle and sped off, as quick as this old thing could take him. It wasn’t old, necessarily, but it did need a few repairs since Kevin was getting a little too big for it after all these years of using it. He mentally facepalmed, grumbling that it’ll be another chunk out of his paycheck.

 

But thankfully that thought dispelled when he saw his parents’ old house come into view behind a bumpy hill. He smiled, and a very authentic smile in a long while ever since he got hired at that godforsaken job… He stationed his beloved bike in its rightful place on his porch.

 

Kevin sauntered up to the front door and reached inside his pocket for his keys.

 

But…

 

Wait.

 

Where were his keys?!

 

Kevin frantically patted all over himself, desperately trying to search for them, but… to no avail. He expelled another sigh from his lungs as he rapped his knuckles against the hard surface of the door. It had taken a few minutes, but not long enough for Kevin to hear that familiar soft click of the locks and a harsh creak when it opened.

 

A savory smell drifted through the air. Like a barbeque steakhouse, with a hint of some seasoning, too. Kevin’s stomach rumbled. It reminded him that he had not eaten anything besides a lousy granola bar before heading off to work.

 

A large shadow was cast on him, and he looked up to meet the eyes of Bob Velseb. The notorious cannibal had been staying over his place ever since… yeah, ever since that whole incident with the cops and those weird Halloween kids, and even coming back from the dead, he’s been crashing here.

 

Kevin had expected to see those pinprick pupils staring back at him intensely as an overflow of saliva messily trickled down from the corner of his cracked lips. Instead, the taller male had a mellow expression and glasses that perched on his face. He sported a white apron that read "Kiss the Cook" over a pink button-down shirt and a pair of jeans. He had a welcoming appearance for a change… and ditched that foul red sweater.

 

“Ya lookin’ for these?” Bob questioned as he held up Kevin’s misplaced keys. “I tried gettin’ these back to you but you had already scurried out of the house like a frightened lamb.” He chuckled at that last part, the sound was low and deep.

 

“Are you hungry?”

 

--

 

Kevin was seated at the dining room table. Bob had prepared him a steaming hot burger with a side of microwaved fries. It wasn’t the best but certainly not the worst thing that he had ever eaten. Bob used to work and ran his very own 4-star rating diner after all.

 

As Kevin ate, Bob was occupied with the radio that was sitting between them on the table. Kevin hadn't seen it before, so he assumed Bob must’ve brought it with him when he was moving in to be Kevin’s new (temporary) roommate.

 

After a few minutes of tampering with the outdated Bluetooth speaker and almost breaking it into debris with his fist, Bob managed to fix its once glitchy and staticky state into making it work flawlessly.

 

Kevin had to hand it to him. He would’ve thrown it away by now out of frustration.

 

The old thing played a soothing tune of soft jazz.

 

Not Kevin’s cup of tea, but he couldn’t help but tap his left foot to the rhythm of the saxophone. The sway of his hips in the chair to the male singer’s sonorous voice that was perfect to lull anyone into a tranquil sleep. Bob had noticed this, and smiled.

 

“Would you like to have this dance, darlin’?” He held out his opened palm, awaiting Kevin's response.

 

Kevin was flattered, to say the least, and accepted Bob’s offer.

 

--

 

Bob led Kevin to an open area of the living room, and held onto him by the hip.

 

The feeling of the larger man’s hold on him felt foreign to Kevin. It’s rare for him to ever get this intimate with others, and let it alone be touched out of all things.

 

But… he didn’t seem to mind as he continued to prance around the area with his hands now laying idle on Bob’s broad shoulders. He felt… good, like he didn’t have any worry in the back of his mind or guilt biting away at him every second.

 

He felt secure and safe and warm, wrapped around in a fuzzy blanket while the heater was at a perfect temperature as he sipped a cup of hot cocoa. Kevin rested his cheek against Bob’s soft chest and let out a content sigh.

 

He could stay like this forever.

 

Or maybe he should?

 

Who knows…

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 4: T4T Kevin x Lila (Fluff)

Summary:

requested by Rotten_Wormz

Notes:

yet another one that felt rushed ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡ I hope it isn't as bad as I think it is... anyways, enjoy! (*ﾉωﾉ)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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“Here you go, kids. You owe me one though.”

 

Kevin gave Pump and Skid a candy can. Their little hands continuously grabbed at the air until the plastic container filled with treats were finally in their grasp.

 

“Thank you Kevin!” they both exclaimed simultaneously.

 

The sleep deprived clerk watched them prance out of the store. It wasn’t until a minute later that Skid’s mom, Lila, walked in. She had a gracious smile that adorned her pale face as she approached the counter.

 

“Good evening, Kevin! Hopefully my son and his friend weren't too much of an issue for you.” Her mere presence being a cup of fresh water for the younger male on this crummy Thursday.

 

“There weren’t any problems, miss. Is there anything I can do for you?” Kevin asked, his mood already being uplifted.

 

“Hmm, nope. But I did want to come by and deliver your gift!” Lila pulled out a small, black box from behind her back. “Go on, open it!” She pushed it towards Kevin, his mouth agape in shock.

 

“Ah- for me?” Lila nodded her head in response to Kevin’s timorous question. “Well, thank you. What’s it for though?” He wrapped his hand around the lid of the box before he opened it and gasped. Inside was a pearl ring.

 

“Well, it’s June and that means it's Pride Month! I wanted to show you how proud I am of your transition, and I’m so glad that I got to be there for you every step of the way.” Kevin’s eyes began to water at Lila’s tenderhearted words. He tried to stop himself from crying by wiping away at his face determinedly.

 

Kevin stopped the assault he was putting on himself when he felt a pair of slender arms wrap around his figure. He hadn’t realized that Lila rounded around the counter to reach him. Her delicate fingers slid across his back to soothe him, and it had worked.

 

“You remind me of myself when I was going through mine. I hope you know that you’re loved no matter what or who you are. You're extraordinary, Kevin.” He felt bad when he heard the slight tremor in her voice.

 

Kevin sighed and returned her hug. “You too, Lila.”

 

The blazing hot sun and upcoming summer had competition with the way Kevin felt.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 5: Ignacio x Sad guy

Summary:

requested by Sabitsuki

Notes:

ughhhh I feel like this one was my worst work YET (눈_눈) I feel like I could've done better, but my mind and body wouldn't let me so this was the end result. I hope you still enjoy it tho! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

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Ignacio hunched over his workbench. Crumpled blueprints littered the tiny space in his office.

 

Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. It was a measured rap, like someone wasn’t in a rush for his attention.

 

Very unlikely of it to be those ignorant kids from last Halloween.

 

Ignacio sighed and decided to bite the bullet as he trudged away from his spot and over to the front door that had two miniature boards fastened onto it by nails.

 

He reached out his bandaged hand to twist the golden knob and opened the door. His head whipped around as he leaned forward.

 

Nobody was there.

 

Until small specks of grey and white entered his vision from down below.

 

“Hello,” said a low monotonous voice. It sounded masculine, so Ignacio assumed it was some guy.

 

Ignacio raised a singed eyebrow. “Who are you?”

 

“Sad guy,” he replied. “Can I come in?”

 

“...Uh, sure.” Ignacio stepped aside, pulling the door along with him. Now why was he letting some stranger into his home? He didn’t really have an answer for that and ignored it.

 

Sad guy stepped inside and looked around. “Nice place you got here.” It didn’t even sound like he meant it, with his emotionless voice and all. He glanced at Ignacio’s disorganized station and scattered papers. “What are you working on?”

 

Ignacio slammed the door shut. “Nothing,” he said curtly.

 

Sad guy shrugged. “Okay.”

 

“Would you like to have a seat?” Ignacio asked, pulling out a chair from underneath the table. A strained smile was plastered on his face. Sad guy walked over, unfazed, and sat down. “Thanks,” he murmured.

 

“You’re welcome,” Ignacio snarled. He went into the kitchen and grabbed two mugs for both of them. “Tea?”

 

“That’d be nice, thank you.” At least the guy had some manners.

 

Ignacio lifted up a kettle and poured the rest of the liquid that was inside of it into the mugs. Why should it matter? It’s not like he was expecting any visitors anyway. He also didn’t want to waste what was left of the tea.

 

He slid the mug over to Sad guy and took his own seat across from him. “So, Sad guy, right? What brings you here?”

 

Sad guy took a sip from the mug. He didn’t seem bothered by the abnormally cold tea. “Well… I ran away. Sadness is everywhere, and everyone dies every day. Everything is crumbling. There wouldn’t be much of a difference if I stayed.”

 

Ignacio was stunned. He was not expecting a response like that, but he did make a point. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad after all.

 

“Understandable,” he muttered.

 

He mentally made a note for himself to prepare a steaming hot beverage in case he got another relatable visitor that appeared on his doorstep.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 6: Lila x Jaune

Summary:

requested by froggingthyme

Notes:

pretty confident with how this one came out <(￣︶￣)> idk, still could be a little mehh

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Lila abruptly woke up to the sound of her phone chiming with a notification. She yawned and grabbed the secular device from her nightstand.

 

Its sleek screen illuminated her face in the dark of her bedroom.

 

Jaune had sent her a text along with an attachment.

 

Lila wondered why she was still awake at 11:04 at night, but didn’t ponder on it any further when she opened the messenger app.

 

The first thing she saw was a picture of Jaune winking and pursing her lips at the camera. With a text that read:

 

Hey, u up?

 

Lila was surprised to see a lack of emojis on Jaune’s end. She used to abuse those things back in their high school days.

 

Lila shot her a quick message back.

 

Now I am. What’s up?

 

She reached over and turned on a lamp. Her phone held up in front of her as she snapped a photo of herself and sent it to Jaune.

 

Lila in the picture had her eyes glancing to the side as she also pursed her lips just like Jaune did in her previous one.

 

It felt like they were vexatious kids again.

 

Another message from Jaune, and a selfie.

 

NM. Just bored

 

Now she angled the camera above her head, stuck her tongue out, and still winked. It was a little sillier than the first one.

 

A picture of a sleeping Aaron followed. Jaune’s head was sort of in the frame as she appeared on the bottom right corner with a cheeky smile on her pallid face.

 

Wuh ohhhh gotta go. He’s stirring in his sleep! Gn lila, sleep tight. Love ya girl <3

 

Lila laughed at that.

 

Love you more

 

<3

 

And ended it off there.

 

But that less than three had a deeper meaning that Lila couldn’t exactly interpret via text.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 7: Jack x John (Fluff)

Summary:

requested by r4ainbowgutz

Notes:

This was a bit short, i knowww (つω｡) i kind of took inspiration from this requester’s pfp and i just went off with that. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

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John stared blankly at the corkboard in front of him.

 

His gaunt eyes fell to the photograph of a tall house up on a hill. It had been bugging him for as long as he could remember.

 

John sipped from his grubby mug as the door to his office opened.

 

It was Jack, and he ambled next to John with a similar cup in his hold.

 

“Found anything?” Jack inquired.

 

John shook his head, a disgruntled look on his face.

 

“Not a damn thing.”

 

Jack hummed in acknowledgement. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure out something.”

 

He placed a reassuring hand on John’s shoulder.

 

“How about we take a break with some donuts?”

 

John let out an exasperated sigh before reluctantly accepting with a nod. Jack smiled.

 

A soft kiss was implanted on the grumpy old man’s cheek.

 

“I knew you’d come along. Let's get going!”

 

The rosy hue that heated John’s face had gone unnoticed by Jack.

 

He had already disappeared behind the wooden door.

 

John cleared his throat. He lit up a cigar and settled it between his parched lips.

 

The elder guy couldn’t remember a time where he had faltered like that for anybody in a while.

 

Maybe it was a case to solve for another day.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 8: Rick x Kevin

Summary:

requested by CoffeeeBeanss

Notes:

a little better than some of my recent works, but you can always be the judge of that! enjoy~ (o･ω･o)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Rick sat on the brown sofa in the living room.

 

His eyes glued to the screen of the TV as he flipped through the channels.

 

Nothing is good on cable nowadays, but he continued his search since he had nothing better to do.

 

Kevin trudged to the couch and slouched beside Rick.

 

He wore a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants.

 

Rick sneaked a subtle glance at Kevin.

 

The boy had a deep etched frown on his pasty complexion. It was worse than yesterday's.

 

“What’s the matter?” Rick couldn’t help but ask in that impassive voice of his.

 

When he didn’t receive an answer, Rick outstretched his big arms and shifted himself to face Kevin.

 

The shorter man soon got the message and pressed his body against Rick’s burly one.

 

Rick enclosed himself around Kevin’s small frame and kneaded his back with his large palm.

 

“Wanna talk about it?” Rick tried again.

 

Kevin shook his head.

 

“Okay.”

 

Rick finally settled on some ‘80s horror movie with some cliché slasher in a red turtleneck sweater.

 

He paid no mind to it while he had Kevin in his comforting hold.

 

Cable at the moment might not be at its best, but it was certainly better than whatever this was.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 9: Yandere!Jack x John

Summary:

requested by Olievr26e

Notes:

UGHHH this is so BADDDD (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ i had to scrap my original idea over and over AND OVER AGAINNN UNTIL I FELT IT WAS SORT OF RIGHTTTT i had to experience a HORRENDOUS case of writer’s block, but i didn’t want to keep y’all waiting :( i hope it’s KIND OF okay for the most part, just lmk what you think in the comments! Anyways, i hope you enjoy this..... mess! (￣▽￣)ゞ

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John finally came home.

 

He stretched his arms in the air and sighed in satisfaction.

 

“Jack, you there?” he called out.

 

“Yeah! I’m in the kitchen, making dinner!” Jack replied in a cheerful tone.

 

John smiled and followed his voice.

 

Jack stood over a steel pot and held a big wooden spoon in his right hand. He wore a ruffled pink apron with a red heart pattern over his pajamas.

 

“Here, let me get that for you.”

 

John put the spoon inside of the pot and placed the lid over it. He sauntered over to John and helped him take off his brown overcoat.

 

“Thank you, dear.” John’s smile became wider at the kind gesture.

 

“You’re welcome!” Jack then disappeared into their shared bedroom to hang John’s coat in the closet.

 

John’s gaze then wandered over to the pot that was making their dinner and approached it.

 

“What are you making anyway, sweetheart?” he inquired as he held up the lid and--

 

What the hell…?

 

A glossy (human?) eyeball emerged from the red stew.

 

John lifted a quivering hand to wrap around the spoon’s handle and lift it. He used it to poke at the eyeball before a foul smell hit his nonexistent nose.

 

He dry heaved before continuing, but stopped.

 

A familiar face was revealed after his previous action, and turned out to be the Mayor’s head.

 

Mayor Evermore’s severed head was cooking in his food.

 

A pair of arms enveloped him from behind with a soft kiss to his naval soon after.

 

“Do you like my surprise?” Jack sweetly whispered into John’s ear.

 

John’s breathing shortly became hyperventilation as everything came crashing down onto him like a huge wave at the beach.

 

“Remember how he would always bicker with you about that whole cult thing? Well, you won’t have to worry about any of that anymore!”

 

Then, everything went black.

 

--

 

A dull ache in his head woke John up from his unconsciousness.

 

The first thing he felt was cold metal pressing firmly against his wrists.

 

His back laid comfortably on his and Jack’s marital bed.

 

A shadowed figure stood off to the side. John squinted his eyes to get a better look but couldn’t.

 

Jack chuckled softly as he emerged from the darkness, wearing his uniform, and sat on the edge of the bed beside John.

 

He caressed John’s forehead with his knuckles and hummed.

 

“I wonder what happened back there, huh? I had to carry you all the way here by myself!”

 

Another laugh soon followed after he said that.

 

John couldn’t find any words, he was in utter disbelief!

 

“I’ll have them know that you’re out sick for today, or maybe for the rest of the week,” he smiled, and stood up.

 

“Love you, darling! I’ll see you after work.”

 

John heard the faint creak of the door opening and firmly shutting as he stared off into space.

 

What was one to ever do in this situation?

 

That, he did not know…

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 10: Vampire!Streber x Kevin

Summary:

requested by Batz

Notes:

my writing style keeps changing everytime that I create a new one shot... please ignore this to the best of your ability X,D

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Streber’s fangs glistened in the moonlight. They were akin to pearls as Kevin gazed at them. The vampire leaned in closer to the crook of the candyman’s neck and inhaled his sweet scent.

 

“You smell exquisite, my dear,” Streber cooed, his pointy canines brushing against Kevin's sensitive skin. “You wouldn’t mind if I took a quick… bite, would you?”

 

Kevin shook his head tentatively. He was aware he’ll become a vampire just like Streber himself, but it didn’t sound too bad as he mused over the thought… he’ll just have to avoid eating garlic and sunlight for the rest of his life! So, he agreed to be used as a midnight snack for his blood drinking boyfriend.

 

Streber didn’t miss a beat to sink his razor-sharp teeth into Kevin’s jugular. Little beads of crimson ringed the punctured wound. Kevin scrunched his face into a grimace as his body jerked at the excruciating pain. He chided himself to bear with it, and that it wouldn’t last for any longer, but it did.

 

Streber had an iron grip on poor Kevin’s brachium as he slowly drained what felt like the life out of him. A sudden lightheaded sensation washed itself over Kevin as the ordeal continued. There was a pulsating ache when Streber finally unclasped his jaw from the side of Kevin’s throat, leaving behind two gaping holes in his wake.

 

Kevin hovered a quivering hand above his injury as he gawked at how the ruby liquid dribbled down from Streber’s chin to the floor below them. It created a small maroon puddle in between their feet, expanding in size from each droplet that fell.

 

That’s when he knew…

 

He had became one of them.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 11: Yandere!Jack x John Pt. 2

Summary:

requested by Bobthesmurf123

Notes:

it's a little trashy since I didn't have a lot of ideas for a second part... but I hope you enjoy it anyway! :D

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Jack stood over John’s unconscious body. He had fallen asleep while Jack was working at the police station, but the taller male swore he saw the slightest twitch to John’s closed eyelids as he watched him sleep.

 

Jack stuck a hand in his front pocket and pulled out a silver key. He used it to release John’s wrists from the handcuffs that had started to bruise him, probably struggling to free himself.

 

Poor sweetheart…

 

Jack closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and leaned down to plant a kiss on John’s damp forehead. He moved his other hand to cup John’s cheek and caressed it with the pad of his thumb.

 

POW!

 

Jack stumbled back as he felt a sharp, electric sting in the side of his temple. It subsided into a dull, throbbing ache when he held his head. He was left dazed and befuddled from the sudden impact, but through his blurry vision he could see John sitting up and rolling his left shoulder as he rested his hand on top of it.

 

The older man took note of Jack’s muddled state and attempted to use it to his advantage. He moved his legs downward and over the edge of the bed, stood on his two feet and immediately regretted it. His whole world started to spin, but the door was right in front of him, waiting. He slowly trudged toward it without bothering to look behind him.

 

Jack staggered ahead, raised his outstretched hand, and grabbed a fistful of John’s curly hair. John’s eyes clamped shut as he groaned in agony. He was hurled to the ground and grunted as he felt a heavy weight pressing against his chest. He opened an eye to find Jack standing over him, with a gun pointed straight to his face.

 

He’s only doing this out of love.

 

Right…?

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 12: Ignacio x GN!Reader (Fluff)

Summary:

requested by Just_a_normal_ignaciofan1

Notes:

I was listening to summertime by the Sundays as I wrote this and thought that it really fit the whole vibe it had going here, so you can check the song out if ya want >:3c

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Ignacio stared through a narrow crack of his boarded up window that had water droplets scattered across its surface. It had recently been raining, so there were muddy puddles in the moist grass and damp road. Dark clouds overcast the sky, but Ignacio could see the faintest glow of the sun peeking through them.

 

You appeared beside him, and he could feel himself tense up at your close proximity. It’s not because he’s bothered by it, no, but because he’s never been used to bodily contact since he met you. He wasn’t the best when it came to adjusting to new things. You didn’t seem to mind it, though.

 

You whispered something close to his ear that he couldn’t quite catch. Your voice was lowered to a few octaves so it came out soft and hushed. When he gave you an inquisitive look and raised his singed brow, you chuckled, and reiterated what you said previously but more clearly.

 

“We should hang out and have a picnic together. What do you think about that, hon?”

 

He wasn’t a huge fan of the idea, but the look you gave him made him think otherwise. It was a rare occurrence to see Ignacio outside in the now dazzling sun. He sat across from you on the red gingham blanket that was laid out on the field. A diverse mix of greenery and wildflowers surrounded the both of you as a bumblebee whipped by and landed on a primrose. Breeze caressed his skin as his short charcoal hair blew through the wind. The scenery was nice for a change, all thanks to you.

 

His gaze drifted to the boombox that was placed beside you as you rummaged through the small woodchip basket. He recalled how elated you were to find the dusty stereo inside one of the plethora of boxes in his attic. He was astonished to find out that it still worked, and watched as it played a foreign Britpop song. The audio sounded compressed and had a tinny quality to it. He wasn’t very surprised by that.

 

You had given him a bottle of water and rested your head against his shoulder as you stared off to the cotton-like clouds above. He grabbed it with his non bandaged hand and gave you a brisk nod of acknowledgement. He twisted the cerulean cap off of its rim and took a sip.

 

These were the kinds of moments he wished he could cherish forever.

 

Especially if they were with you.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 13: Werewolf!Kevin x Streber

Summary:

requested by Birb

Notes:

sooo sorry for the long wait with this one! D: life hasn't been on my side atm, but I hope you enjoy!!!!

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Kevin hunted his prey until nightfall. It got a bit hectic, to say the least. Dirt and mud draggled his dusky fur as he pursued the unsuspecting girl in the murky woods. Her piercing scream filled the vacant space when his knifelike claws slashed through her tender skin. She collapsed, and Kevin took this as an opportunity to pounce.

 

His thorny teeth impaled the girl as she thrashed around in an ineffectual attempt to escape the beast’s merciless jaws. Her innards were ravenously devoured and ingurgitated in his sanguinary maw. Kevin lifted his head after finishing his grisly meal as the girl’s efforts were fruitlessly in vain. He enshrouded her cadaver with leaf litter and withdrew.

 

The bright, silvery light of the moon illuminated the twisted branches of trees as Kevin trundled his way through the woods to be behind a tiny residential adobe that had an exterior paint of cerise pink. His boyfriend, Streber, flung the door open and hauled him inside.

 

“Jeez, you really need a bath…” Streber murmured as he shoved Kevin into his methodical lavatory. He skirted around his partner’s stout build to reach the tub faucet and set the water to Kevin’s preferred temperature. The werewolf’s ears pricked at the rushing liquid pelting the acrylic bottom of the container and bolted for the door.

 

“Oh, no you don’t!” Streber choked out his words when he seized Kevin’s soiled tail to keep him from fleeing. Kevin embedded his claws into the tiled floor as he impelled. He fortuitously drifted from Streber’s iron fist, but caused him to falter in the process. Kevin promptly gripped the human’s wrists so he wouldn’t fall, and gave him the saddest puppy dog eyes he could muster. Streber heaved an exasperated sigh.

 

Until next time, then…

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 14: Mort x Ignacio

Summary:

requested by batzzzie

Notes:

a little shorter than usual but I really didn't have any ideas for these two, but I hope it's still enjoyable... so... enjoy! ^w^

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Mort caressed Ignacio’s reddened skin with a dignified smile on his bearded face. The man endured so much in that inferno, or so he was told.

 

Mort reached for the Neosporin on the nightstand and put a blob of the ointment on his fingertip. He brushed his digit across the wound, lathering it with the semiliquid.

 

“I could’ve done this myself,” Ignacio declared. His shoulders were hunched from the coldness of the salve.

 

Mort hadn’t responded right away, and replaced the Neosporin with gauze. He stretched the translucent fabric and wrapped it around Ignacio’s injuries.

 

“I know,” Mort said. He looked down at his handiwork with contentment. “I just didn’t want you to do all the work, love.”

 

Ignacio pulled his sleeve over the bandages as he watched Mort tidy things up, and turned the bedside lamp off when he joined him in bed.

 

Mort fondled Ignacio's charcoal hair and leaned in to plant a kiss on the irascible man’s head.

 

A simple exchange of “I love you’s” were held as the two drifted off to sleep in the comfort of their lover’s arms.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 15: Ignacio & Shotgun Man

Summary:

requested by Sabitsuki (I mistakenly spelled your username wrong last time and I am SO sorry ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ・｡)

Notes:

shotgun man's name is Jeremiah and remy in this fic, and if you don't approve of that then uhhhhhhh uh uhhh um hmm enjoy!

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“Jeremiah?”

 

Ignacio couldn’t believe his eyes. There, standing on his doorstep, was the same boy that’s hair was similar to copper as he had that enormous smile on his face. He was in police attire, but he still looked like that rascal Ignacio remembered all those years ago.

 

“That’s Remy to you, Unc.” Jeremiah winked and dipped his navy blue cap, the golden badge on it gleamed from the sunlight. “May I come in?”

 

Ignacio gawked at the boy until he nodded his head and let him inside. He watched as Jeremiah looked around the place, reminiscing. He’d color in his sketchbook in front of the TV, or run around the house, trying to paint Ignacio’s old cat purple.

 

He was a little artist.

 

Jeremiah plopped down on the olive green couch. Ignacio imagined a younger version of Remy playing with his G.I. Joe action figures that he got for Christmas, and a worn-out doll with brown hair and blue overalls. The entire living room became his playground, but Ignacio couldn’t deny that it was a pain to clean.

 

“Oh, that reminds me!” Jeremiah exclaimed as he dug through his pockets. “Here’s what I got you!” He held up a cloth of Prussian blue.

 

Ignacio took it and felt the weight of something heavy in his palm. He unwrapped the fabric to reveal a swiss army knife. “Thank you,” he said, his thumb skimming the burgundy handle. “This could be useful.”

 

“That’s not all, though! Come sit.” Jeremiah patted on the cushion beside him.

 

Ignacio raised an eyebrow but obliged. Jeremiah gave him a folded card that’s color matched with the sweatshirt underneath his vast. Ignacio opened the card and his reaction was akin to a fish out of water.

 

“Happy Father’s Day!” was in rounded letters as imprinted swirls of gold adorned the sides and corners.

 

“The store I went to didn't have an uncle version, but you were always like a dad to me anyway. So it all worked out in the end, don’t you think?”

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 16: Ethan x Streber (Fluff)

Summary:

requested by Gothicbats4Life

Notes:

happy one month anniversary of this oneshot collection you guys!! tysm for the requests and compliments, they make my day! love you all! ( ´ ∀ )ノ～ ♡

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Ethan won another game. He received his prize and flaunted it for everyone to see. A cacophony of cheers and clapping hands filled the space.

 

Streber stood off to the side, watching as the crowd of strangers surrounded his boyfriend. It was unfair. He’d calculate the possibility of winning and still lose.

 

Streber dwelled on his thoughts that he hadn’t realized Ethan was approaching him. A snicker shook him out of his daze.

 

“Babe,” Ethan began, “the Spinvasion is that way.”

 

Ethan pointed his thumb to the spin ride themed around an alien invasion. He was ribbing Streber for spacing out.

 

“Oh, sorry,” Streber whispered. Ethan waved a dismissive hand.

 

“It’s alright. I was thinking about doing something else. Wanna come with?”

 

Streber shook his head, declining the offer. “I’m feeling kind of hungry, so I’m just gonna get something to eat.”

 

Ethan gave him a kiss on the cheek and a nod in reply before walking off. Streber headed for the concession stand a few feet away.

 

When he got in line, his eyes drifted to High Striker. A tall, vertical structure with a bell mounted on top. He would’ve glanced away if his eyes hadn't landed on the prizes. A bat plush was perched precariously on the edge of a stand. Its fur, a deep, rich brown, had a velvety appearance.

 

Streber’s eyes gleamed. He had to have it, but how? He wasn’t as skillful as Ethan. He’ll just have to worry about that when he finishes his meal.

 

Streber threw out his trash and strode up to High Striker. A middle aged guy took his change and handed him a mallet. Streber strained to lift it off the ground when it fell from his grasp. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to find Ethan smiling at him. Ethan moved around Streber and took his spot, handing him the prizes he got.

 

Ethan gripped its handle and lifted the mallet over his head. An unwavering expression crossed his features as he swung the mallet onto a rubber padding of the lever. A pluck rapidly went up the tower’s length and rang the bell.

 

Ethan requested the man to bring him that bat Streber wanted. He chuckled at how Streber’s eyes sparkled when he obtained the plush. It was soft and silky as baby skin on Streber’s fingertips. Ethan draped his arm over Streber’s shoulders and led him to the parking lot.

 

“How’s it ‘bout we head over home and watch a movie? A scary one, of course. My treat, babe.”

 

Streber could say he hit the jackpot.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 17: Happy fella & Sad guy

Summary:

requested by utanooooo

Notes:

this requester's hc for sad guy is that he has albinism, which is basically what this entire oneshot is about sooooo yeah

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Happy fella burst through the door as he balanced a dozen pancakes on a plate. “Good morning, friend! Are you ready for breakfast?”

 

He held the tower of pancakes in a steady grip as he pranced towards Sad guy who was seated at the table, but was oblivious to the banana peel on the floor.

 

“Whoa!” Happy fella exclaimed, flailing his arms in the air before falling and squashing Sad guy. “Sorry! I guess you couldn’t use your ghostly powers in time to go through the floor.”

 

Sad guy was flattened like the pancakes that were disarraying the room. He bounced back to shape when Happy fella stood up.

 

“Ghostly powers? Going through floors? What?” he inquired, rubbing the side of his temple as he raised a brow.

 

Happy fella nodded his head with a grin on his porcelain face. “Yeah! Intangibility, or whatever it's called, right? You use it to go through objects and stuff like it’s air.”

 

“Only ghosts can do that, and I’m not a ghost. I thought that was pretty obvious from the amount of years we’ve known each other,” Sad guy declared. He watched as Happy fella’s brows furrowed and his smile dropped. “Did you really think I was a ghost this entire time?”

 

“Well, yeah, sort of?” Happy fella glanced to the side as he twiddled his thumbs. “Okay, fine! Look at your complexion, for one!” He brandished his hand in front of Sad guy’s face as emphasis. “You’re telling me that color wouldn’t fit a ghost’s?!”

 

“Okay, rude?” Sad guy moved Happy fella’s hand aside. “It’s clear that I have albinism, for one, and for two,” he held up two fingers, “I can’t believe you didn’t already know that.”

 

“Of course I knew that!” Happy fella shifted to the side, closed his eyes shut, and crossed his arms over his chest as he pouted. A beat or two later he opened one of his eyes and asked, “What’s that again?”

 

Sad guy facepalmed. He could feel a headache rising like the morning sun.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 18: Yandere!Mr. Wonder x Ignacio ft. Father Gregor

Summary:

requested by utanooooo

Notes:

an interesting one indeed...

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“Okay, okay, okay, fine! Just take it.” Ignacio dropped the surgery sweets in Pump and Skid’s Halloween baskets as they thrashed them around in a frenzy.

 

They were appeased enough to depart from Ignacio’s residence, singing their farewells in a cheerful tune. Ignacio shot daggers at them with a scowl. His eyes shifted to an old man across the street.

 

It was Pump’s grandfather, Mr. Wonder. He laid a skeletal hand on his lumbar as one rested on his cane. His head bowed in greeting, but Ignacio went inside his adobe and banged the door shut.

 

He came to a standstill when he heard another knock. His last moment before oblivion was being struck in the head by a cylinder object after he opened the door.

 

That explained why he was in someone’s basement, gagged and tethered to a chair. He saw a gaunt figure emerge and suddenly perceived them.

 

“Mind being a little quiet, dearie? I just put the children to sleep,” Mr. Wonder purred as his spindly finger brushed down Ignacio’s lips. “I’m going to check and see if the biscuits are ready, so here’s some company while I’m gone.”

 

Mr. Wonder brought the priest, of all people, next to Ignacio. Father Gregor gave him an apprehensive look.

 

Tonight’s gonna be a long one.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 19: Vampire!Streber x Werewolf!Kevin x Ethan

Summary:

requested by Tabby

Notes:

not much to say about this one besides that it's a bit short... sorry!!

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Kevin and Streber snuggled in the heap of laundry on the floor. The sprawling mound of clothing becomes an ideal nest.

 

“It’s quite toasty,” Streber remarked. “Wouldn’t you agree, dear?”

 

Kevin bobbed his head in response to Streber’s query, and brought him closer to his warm embrace.

 

Rattling keys behind the door grab the couple’s attention.

 

“Yeah, I’ll see you later,” Ethan said over his shoulder before entering the house and perceiving a Mt. Everest of fabric.

 

Kevin and Streber tugged him down without a word.

 

“Are these the kind of things you guys get up to when I’m not here?” Ethan jestingly asked.

 

A jolting bellow reverberated. Kevin fell asleep. They both did.

 

Ethan chuckled, and got comfortable. Kevin’s downy fur grazed his skin as Streber’s fangs brushed against his neck.

 

This was going to be an ideal rest.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 20: Transfem!Sad guy x Transmasc!Ignacio (Fluff, Slight Angst)

Summary:

requested by utanooooo

Notes:

sad guy's name is Sarah in this fic!

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Sarah leaned against the balcony. She stood in awe at the tiny points of light that embellished the navy blue sky, but a deep frown entrenched itself on her countenance.

 

“Are you alright?” The person’s inquiry awakened her from unconsciousness. But it wasn’t just anyone, it was Ignacio. He positioned himself beside her.

 

“I’m fine,” she replied. “You can go back inside. I just needed some fresh air.”

 

“No, I’m not leaving this spot,” he affirmed, placing his hand on top of hers on the wooden railing. “I know something’s wrong, so what is it?”

 

His tone was adamant, and Sarah could plainly tell he wasn’t going to yield. So, with a breathy sigh, she pivoted to face him.

 

“I don’t feel pretty,” she admitted, giving him a tentative look. “No matter how much I change myself, I’ll always remain the same; unprepossessing.”

 

Ignacio wrinkled his forehead. “Don’t ever say that about yourself, Sarah. You’re beautiful and you know it,” he snarled, but eased his expression and toned down. “Your beauty is like a constellation, each feature shining like a star.”

 

He brushed a filament of her sable hair to cup her cheek and bestow a long, gentle, and passionate kiss upon her lips.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 21: Ignacio & Father Gregor (Angst)

Summary:

requested by utanooooo

Notes:

this one shot is inspired by the bad ending of "yumi 2kki - plated snow country"!

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Father Gregor plunged through the deep snow. The perpetual powder blanketed the path, seemingly without end. He exhaled a breath, creating a misty cloud from enervation, and paused when he saw an immense, transparent glacier.

 

Ignacio was frozen within the colossal crystal.

 

“No, no!” Father Gregor exclaimed, thrusting through the snow, and thumping his fists against the glacier’s icy face. “No, no, no, please! Ignacio, please be alive! Ignacio!”

 

He gradually crumbled to his knees, shedding tears.

 

“I’m… too late…”

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 22: Ignacio x GN!Reader

Summary:

requested by Thatonefangirl

Notes:

blehhh bleh hehheneoijwkefjiewkh hope you enjoy, because this'll be the last request i'll be doing for now! (*°▽°*)

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Ignacio fell ill with a fever, so he was bedridden until he recovered. You bent over backward to cure him, but it hindered your schedule.

 

“This is unnecessary,” he declared, taking exception to the circumstances. “I can take care of myself just fine, and you know that.”

 

You swirled the soup with a spoon before you answered him, “You’re right, I do. But you’re my significant other, and that means I have to make you my top priority.”

 

You presented the spoon, now suspended above the bowl, to him. “Here, it’s garlic spinach, your favorite.”

 

Ignacio averted his face, scowling. “I hope you aren’t trying to handfeed me now. I’m a grown man, not some child.”

 

“I assumed you’d wanted to be treated like royalty, and shouldn’t have to raise a limb,” you uttered with a voice full of energetic wit. “Would you prefer I make you tea?”

 

“Please,” he breathed out, stroking his temple. “And don’t you dare do anything like that again.”

 

You reposed the bowl on the nightstand and inclined your head to bestow a kiss on his forehead. “Your wish is my command, your majesty.”

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 23: Ignacio x Evermore (Fluff, I suppose?)

Summary:

requested by Fandomfanaticsince09

Notes:

this took WAAAY longer than it needed to, and I apologize for that dear requester ( ;´ - `;) but anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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After a grueling day as mayor, Evermore cherished the moments he spent wrapped in Ignacio’s embrace. With their vows, he officially became Evermore’s designated safe space, his personal comforter in all things.

 

And Ignacio displayed no inversion to it. He snuggled into Evermore’s chest, his ear tuned to the beat within. The deep, comforting cadence of his heart became his bedtime story, whispering him to sleep.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!

Chapter 24: Carmen, Richard & Roy

Summary:

requested by Fandomfanaticsince09

Notes:

roy's a baby in this!

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Richard wagged the plastic keys in Roy’s pudgy face. The distraction only worked for a moment, until Roy lost interest in the toy and started to bawl.

 

Carmen groaned, and took hold of the keys. “That’s not going to work, sweetie.”

 

“I know that now, darling.” Richard drew back from Roy’s cradle and folded his arms. “How do we make him stop?”

 

The Saint Bernard named Cujo popped his large head through the door. He padded his way to the cradle, then howled along to Roy’s cries.

 

Roy’s tears ceased when he heard Cujo. His blubbering turned into giggling as he waved his tiny fists.

 

Carmen and Richard smiled at each other, accompanied by a quiet sigh.

Notes:

pls don't be afraid to leave any suggestions or criticism, I would really like to improve on my writing!