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No More Tears (Kevin x Skid's Father)

TW: Kidnapping, angst, swearing, DeadLavender mention, Unfair Lila slander, and emotional manipulation in some way. Skid's Dad is called Carlos and is a terrible person here.

Kevin remembered that yesterday he went to sleep in his bed. Albeit it took a little bit for him to, as always. The nightmares drove him crazy and he had a hard time sleeping. But he eventually did after some journaling and reading the little note he wrote to a dead crush for the 16th time this week. It wasn't the best way to make him sleep. But it seemed to work pretty well. He missed Carlos, he always would. And the fact he was gone and probably never going to be honored for being the great man that he was broke Kevin's heart. He couldn't handle it. He wished it was fake. He wished it didn't happen. He loved Carlos, he didn't deserve this. Why did he have to go?

Kevin just sobbed himself until the point he went to sleep and then just had another dream about a better life. One where he was happy and enjoying his life rather than suffering under working at a shitty job at a candy store and not getting moments of peace. And especially one where he hung out and was happily married to Carlos and helping him raise his son. He wished he had that, he knew he never would have that, even when Carlos was alive. Since Carlos was married to a woman named Lila. But that didn't matter to Kevin. He still wanted it.

The next time he woke up, he was on top of a bag that held him. And he was on a cold wooden floor. His eyes jolted awake at the slightest sound. He gasped as he realized where he was at, he looked down on the floor, then around to where he was at. He felt himself tremble a little bit. His body was shaking as he looked around. He heard chanting throughout place, hitting the walls as he got up. He took a little look around where he was currently at. Analyzing every single bit of it as he saw a bunch of hooded men in red robes walking around. It was a large space, that could have at least held ten of all Kevin's apartment he assumed. There were two massive stairways nearby and a chair in the middle. It was fancy and beautiful, with red cushioning all over it. He also noticed there was probably enough space in it for two people. Which shocked him, he rubbed his head and looked over all wide eyed. The place looked all creepy, especially with the lack of lighting and the large painting in front of him.

But Kevin paused and took a moment to analyze it. And then he realized something... It was a painting of Carlos. It was a large painting of Carlos. Sure it didn't show his face but the body frame and the fancy little suit and ring that was shown in the painting clearly was him. Kevin could have known for a mile away that this was his beloved Carlos. His breath became more heavy as he looked around and just stood there in fear. He was kidnapped, it was obvious. He didn't know where he was even at. All he knew was that this place was just weird and creepy. And it's also probably weird that a group of what looked like cultists with golden amulets and strange breathing hooes in the front was approaching him, still chanting that language he had no idea of where he was at.

"Where the fuck am I?" Kevin blurted out as the cultists approached further, and further. And even further. Their footsteps pestering Kevin's ears as the young man pointed at them angrily as he breathed in terror and anxiety. There were so many emotions going through him right now. He was going to just worry. But then he saw that big painting of Carlos. And Kevin's mind went through a state of thought. Was this Carlos' old spot? Was he rich?! Why was a cult living there then?! Why was he here? Did they know Carlos? He didn't get it. But he felt sad and relaxed at the same time. Even when he was dead, Carlos was always in Kevin's heart. And he always seemed to relax him even in shitty situations. "Stay away from me! Ok? I don't know where you guys came from. And I don't care, I don't want to be sacrificed or anything. Just why the fuck are you weirdos coming near me?! I don't want this. Why do you have a painting of Carlos in your wall? Go away, PLEASE just go and not get close to me. I'm warning you! Please stay away or I swear I'll..."

Kevin thought his empty threats were not working at all. It didn't affect anything, all he just saw was the cultists walking closer to him. Every time they walked they only produced slow, methodical steps. Just like they have been doing this all the time, and it was just some routine to them. Like it was something that they would always do. Kevin continued to yell, to scream. It was the only thing he could do, he didn't want to cower anymore. He's already done that so much at his job. He's already made himself come across as a weakling several times in the Candy Club to the point he's shocked people even respected him anymore. Whether it be dealing with the killer doll or the whole Bob Velseb situation. He was showing to be a huge wuss. And he hated that. He wasn't going to back down yet. Not in front of all these people.

The cultists didn't answer, or even acknowledged Kevin's existence. Instead, they just walked and walked while Kevin screamed and pointed in anger. Despite all the pent up aggression and hate Kevin had inside himself from all the times he's been treated unfairly or judged. They still walked and chanted their cursed arcadic language that Kevin didn't understand in the slightest bit. They continued doing slowly but surely. Just approaching Kevin and then stopping when the large mass of robed humanity was around two feet away from Kevin.

Kevin didn't know why he was being so hateful and mad. He just had thoughts saying the lines of "fuck them, fuck them all," as he stared at them. It wasn't like they scared him. He wouldn't let that happen, he was tired. Tired of being the coward and hiding behind anything. He wanted to stand up for himself, and even though he was kidnapped. He wouldn't mind wanting that to me now in front of all these cultists.

But then something changed. Something really, really big changed at that moment. As Kevin continued to cuss and yell insults at the cultists. They all stoically stood there and then split apart into two different straight lines. Each line taking a different side of the room. And once that happened, it revealed a man in the middle of the two lines. One extremely familiar that wore an expensive suit and had a familiar ring, as well as having a piece of paper that Kevin knew for a damn fact was the letter he wrote to Carlos for himself many years ago.

Kevin took a while to analyze the man. And once he did he just burst into tears and felt anger, sadness, happiness and regret all into one. He held his face in his hands. Sobbing as he saw the man with a bizarre haircut and a large smile began to walk over to him. No... Kevin thought as he stared at the ground. This couldn't be, it can't be! He died! His family told me he died. How was this possible?! They told me they saw the body and everything... How?! How?! HOW?!

Kevin just stood in complete conflicting feelings as the man just calmly walked all the way over to him with the large smile Kevin's always knew until he was about a few inches from him. His eyes looking down at Kevin's as the man just stopped and then gently pulled Kevin's hands away from his face. Kevin didn't even resist when the man read through his letter one more time, put it in his pocket. And then gently grabbed Kevin's cheeks to look up at him, that same large smile never wavering as he lifted up Kevin's face to see his blurry wet eyes.

"Hello Kevin, it's been way too long. And I'm sorry for that, I had a lot of things to do and I had a little hindrance to deal with, leading this religious group," Said Carlos, his voice sweeter then honey as he took his time, slowly rubbing Kevin's tears away with his thumbs. Kevin continued to sob, breathing heavily as he saw him. Carlos' smile turned into a concerned look as he got a better look of Kevin just having a little breakdown. "Oh you poor thing. I... I really need to apologize even further. You're so scared, so depressed, so miserable. Your life's so hard. I can't believe this happened to you,"

"But I thought you died! I knew you did! I grieved for years!" Kevin blurted out, not believing his eyes. Carlos looked exactly the same as the last time Kevin saw him alive. Granted Carlos did have some noticable scars and all. Plus a little bit of stitces. He knew this was real. Carlos' touch felt genuine and sweet like it always was. "How... How is this possible?"

"It's a long story sweetheart. One that's too long and unimportant to say," Carlos said, making Kevin's face grow redder than a tomato. Carlos knew Kevin would probably submit and do whatever Carlos wanted him to. But he didn't know it was this easy. And that made Kevin even more adorable to Carlos. "I just want you to know, I brought you here for a reason. I apologize for the way we did it. We had no other choice given the fact I can't go out until a good few years from now. But I just had to, had no other choice. You see, I managed to find your letter and read it. It was beautifully written by the way, best thing I've ever read. Anyways, it just made me realize something important,"

Kevin just stood there, speechless as he leaned against Carlos' touch more and more, deeply craving for more. He couldn't believe it. He was speechless. He was getting what needed, what he needed for what felt like eternity. And Carlos... Was back. And back to comfort him, the fact Carlos called him sweetheart too just added into it. This couldn't be real, but it was. And Kevin was in some messed up state of euphoria and being upset at the same time. The softness the tone, the intimacy, everything. It just made Kevin stand there silently and all teary eyed.

"You see, due to me being gone and focusing on making this group, this religion of mine perfect. My wife, Lila... Had abandoned me," Carlos said, his voice changing into one of anger himself. He wasn't happy, and for some reason. Kevin began to feel hatred himself. He knew Carlos wouldn't lie to him. Carlos was beyond such petty small actions. So when he said something, it mattered. And from what Kevin knew, Lila did abandon him. She moved on. "And to make it worse, she abandoned me for some terrible fat blonde forensic pathologist who never liked me to begin with. They took away my son for his purpose too. She backstabbed me Kevin, and now she's raising my son with another woman who is trying to destroy everything I built. That she helped me build too,"

"That's so ungrateful of her..." Kevin muttered as he felt a wave of hatred come back. "Why did she even betray you like that?! I don't get it. You were always a good guy! Despite the fact you made... Whatever this is,"

"Yeah, I was heartbroken for a while. But then I realized it didn't matter," Said Carlos as he just continued to rub Kevin's cheeks, smiling to himself. Kevin looked so handsome to him, so cute. Why couldn't he have seen this earlier? It didn't make any sense. He was glad he could realize it now. Kevin was a huge sucker, sure. But he was also very loyal and affectionate. So Carlos was glad when he said the next words. "I've come to realize that I love you too. I couldn't stop thinking about you, especially after this letter you wrote of me. I need someone to be with me when I lead here, a second in command if you will. And I couldn't think of any other better choice than you. Besides, I need someone to mine sometime. So... What do you say?"

Carlos knew Kevin was going to say yes. There isn't going to be any other choice in the matter. He had Kevin, he had Kevin within his grasp and influence so bad. So when Kevin said, tears coming back again, "YES! YES! PLEASE let me join you! I love you so much... I don't want you to leave me again!"

It was music to his ears. He felt Kevin then grab his waist and began hugging him tightly. Almost like he was clinging onto Carlos for his dear life. Carlos only lightly chuckled, rubbing the tears Kevin had away with his thumbs as he smiled and moved his face closer and closer. Eventually it was close enough that Kevin could feel his forehead touching Carlos' a little bit. Carlos then gently shushed him as Kevin began trembling again.

"Oh don't worry love," Said Carlos in a soft tone sweeter than honey mixed with sugar. "You don't need to cry or worry. You shall be fine, always. I will treat you with the most amount of love and respect I can give you. We'll lead this religion together, and eventually make this town better. Besides, I bet you'd be a better parent and influence for Skid rather then his backstabbing corrupt hag of a mother and her pig of a girlfriend,"

Carlos scoffed at the last words he said, showing clear resentment. But afterwards, he just went and smiled to Kevin again.

"No more tears Kevin," Carlos said, kissing Kevin's forehead. "No more tears,"

Carlos then kissed Kevin on the lips soon after that. Kevin just pressed his lips onto Carlos' and just melted on the kiss, both men closing their eyes as they enjoyed the moment. It was a gentle, loving kiss. One that showed true commitment and loyalty. And Kevin's whole mind was on cloud nine. He couldn't believe it, this shouldn't have been real. But it somehow was. He was finally dating Carlos... Carlos was his now. And he was going to get whatever he wanted. He was going to get spoiled rotten. And Kevin... Wanted that.

He also wanted Skid as his son too. He didn't know why, but he wanted to raise Carlos' kid. Despite the fact he causes so much chaos. He thought he could make a good dad. He would totally be a better parent than Lila. That's for sure, thank God Carlos wanted him over her.

After a minute of the best kiss Kevin could have ever asked for. Carlos gently pulled away and smirked. Kevin just awkwardly looked away and smiled too before looking back at Carlos, who patted his head.

"I love you so much," He said. "I still don't know why I never considered being by your side earlier. You've shown yourself to be extremely supportive of the cause,"

"I love you too... Thanks," Kevin said. Still worked up about all of this.

Carlos then gently let go and grabbed Kevin's hand, tugging it as he said, "You're tired, I can see it in your eyes sweetheart. Come on, let's go rest in that chair together," as Carlos began to walk.

Kevin just nodded and said, "Ok..." Before he just followed soon enough. They both walked a few feet, footsteps echoing across the huge room while cultists sang some love songs that Kevin didn't understand or cared about. Eventually, the two men finally reached this cool fancy chair that Kevin knew for a fact belonged to Carlos. It just fit him so, so well. It was the best, like Carlos who deserved the best.

Carlos let go of Kevin's hand and then just went over and sat on the chair. He stretched and yawned before he rested his arms on the arm rests as well. He took a moment to blink and relax as Kevin just... Impulsively followed and sat on Carlos' lap. He just gently relaxed and before he wrapped his arms around Carlos and just impulsively buried his head against Carlos' neck. Kevin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting Carlos' calounge and warmth sooth him. Carlos just laughed and hugged Kevin back, his grip becoming gently but firm, as he held Kevin against him.

"Please... Never let go, at least now," Kevin muttered, sounding a little desperate.

Carlos just kissed the top of Kevin's head ever so gently before resting his head against his. A smile on his face as he rubbed Kevin's back ever so calmly.

"I never will," he said, glad that his plan was starting to form even quicker now. He stared at Kevin with a loving glance before he just said. "I never will in a million years, this union we formed. It will never, ever break. We'll make a lot of changes together, and I promise you. You and I will get everything we want. Because we are everything, and nothing will stop us from becoming everything,"

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hahahaha funny

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I am not feeling well (Tummy pain) so I decided to draw a bit of faketreats to make me smile

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[garbagehomo]

skiddad x kevin

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sinistersweets :3c

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Stuck In My Mind (Kevin x Skid's Father

TW: Implied/Referenced death, mentions of homophobia and inequality, profanity, jealousy, depression and themes of obsession (?), all the sad stuff basically, slight canon divergence (Skid's Dad doesn't die before the Kevin short). Skid's Dad is also called Carlos

Dear Carlos

Well, that's what I think your name is. I don't know, I only talked to your wife once or twice and she said that's your name. I think that's a pretty cool name, all things considered. Makes you sound unique, at least to me. I don't really know.

I know this doesn't make much sense. Given the fact that you're gone. And that I'm basically writing this to myself. But I think if I don't write this. If I don't go and get this jotted down on paper real quick that I am just going to lose my mind. I won't lie to you Carlos, or whoever is reading this. I'm so upset and filled with stress right now that I'm surprised that I am not having a panic attack right now. I don't think I can tell anyone about what I'm going to put in here.

My parents would just judge me and think their son's just a weirdo who shouldn't be allowed to work ever again. So I can't tell them, I can't tell Radford either because he would probably think the same thing, plus I swear to God he doesn't take any seriously at all. I've only seen him not act like a goofball ONCE in my life. And Rick... I don't think I want to bother him. He has his own issues to deal with. He's probably in more hopelessness than I am. And I am not the type of guy who would vent to someone who visibly doesn't want to be vented to. So here's this, I guess.

I don't know how to start this. I genuinely don't know how to continue from all of that. So I think I might as well start from the beginning. To the day we first met. I remembered that day like it was a few seconds ago. It's always been fresh in my mind and always had been playing like a movie that you see in your childhood and become obsessed with every day. I smile whenever I think about it.

It was a few days after my first day at work. I already hated the job after my first day. Working at the Candy Club was PURE and utter pain. Every day there are kids causing unneeded havoc or some weird paranormal shit was happening. I always hated it, I wished I had a normal day for once. I wished I had a day where kids were nice to employees and some paranormal creature or serial killer didn't have a serious grudge or hatred towards me. I beg whatever God or deity who was listening at the time that they would give me that. That's all I asked for.

I was doing what I usually do, cleaning, making sure everything looked to my standards of tip top shape (I always had high standards for what a store would and should look like. That's why I got hired and sent to work the same day my interview took place). I was going to go on a lunch break like I usually did until I saw a familiar figure come to the store... It was one of those spooky kids.

I usually didn't like seeing the kids in a skeleton and pumpkin costumes come and show up in the store. Usually they would ask for free candy and then either bring chaos with them into the store or just cause said chaos themselves. I try not to hold it against them as a rule of thumb. They are kids, they don't know any better. It's not like they want me to get hurt or anything. They're just trying to live their lives. Albeit their lives have to be cursed in some way by literal Satan. Judging by how monsters and criminals and God knows what else always follow them like it's a shittier non lethal version of Final Destination or something of the alike.

I was viewing this as the same thing. Despite the fact that I didn't see any pumpkin kid. I only saw the skeleton boy walk in all happy and giggling. I think my eyes widened at the sight of an adult hand holding the skeleton kid's tiny hand.

I didn't know at the time, but this was the only moment in my life where the spooky kids brought me anything good and something that didn't want to kill me.

Because that was the moment where I first saw you. When you entered the store for the first time with your son. I was completely shocked. And glad, since day one I always loved your style, the clothes you wore made you look rich and elegant. The hair style you had was pretty weird and I didn't understand it at first. But when I thought about it I came to accept that you looked amazing and handsome in it. And the way you talked... Oh the way you talked.

It was something I couldn't help but cherish. You were soft spoken and calm, a little relaxed too. But you were also firm and intelligent. You were kind but also assertive. You knew what to do, and you never tried looking down or scolding anyone for anything. Especially me. I swore that day we talked each other's ear off for hours among hours. And I couldn't help but just... Feel amazed by that. It was the first time I genuinely had a good day at work. I couldn't remember anytime before when I felt valued as a person instead of some obstacle or ways to an end to get candy. It was the first time when people actually took my job seriously.

Later that night you showed up in my dreams and I had the most restful sleep in my life. I didn't know why. Or how, or even what happened that day. But it made me change and feel better about myself. Especially since we both introduced ourselves to each other day one and did some small talk.

Afterwards, I began to notice that you were a regular now at the Candy Club. Everyday you always seem to show up there to buy some lollipops and talk to me. And every time, even when I was at my metal worst, you still tried to make me feel better. I don't think we ever held a secret from each other. Not even once, I knew all about your personal life and vice versa. And it brought me a sense of meaning and trust. Like I could fully depend on someone when all hope was lost. And I even began to have a soft spot for your son too. In a way he felt like my son or little brother. As strange as it sounds.

I could still remember and feel the times I felt your gentle and firm hand rested on your shoulder as you told me to keep going. To not quit, and to tell myself that I was just as important as all the other people in this small weird town. I could remember just admiring you for that despite the suit you wore which I always found kinda tacky. But even then you looked handsome in that suit either way. You brought me hope in the darkest times Carlos. You made me feel human. That I'm a good person worth talking to. And I couldn't help but appreciate you for that.

It was to a point where I couldn't help but finally admit something that I thought I never did. I was in love. I thought I couldn't have developed such a thing. But I somehow managed to. I know for a fact that I was. I somehow managed to fall in love when you talked to me. I somehow managed to pull off something I thought I never was able to.

This is now where I say arguably the most important thing I have ever said in my life. And that's this, Carlos. I'm... I in love with you. I still am, and I don't think that's going to really change.

I know it's wrong. I know you're twice my age. I know you're married with a kid. And frankly, I don't care. I don't give a damn. You're the most beautiful, sweet and handsome guy I have ever seen in my life. And I can't help but want to be with you and love you for who you are. I don't care if you were a leader of some cult that sacrifices children or anything. My feelings will not change on this. You are just amazing and I dream of you.

I imagine you and I doing a lot of things together. I think about holding your hand while walking on the beach while your son randomly shows up and cheers for his two Dads. I imagine us kissing late at night before watching a stupid movie together on the TV while eating a lot of junk food. I imagine going to bed and waking up all held and snuggled up in your arms. I even imagine us getting married despite the fact that we can't because we're two men. I imagine laying in bed with you as tell me about your day at work, rubbing my back and kissing your cheek, telling me to sleep. I imagine you calling me sweetheart or some other pet name while I do the same. I even imagine us cooking together and then having dinner with my parents.

I can't help but imagine us doing everything together as a couple. I can't help but want that. No, not want, I NEED that. I needed you. Every night when I close my eyes I always see your face looking back with that adorable smile. I keep dreaming about you, I can't help it. I can't stop but think about what we could become. Or what we could never be.

I don't want to sound creepy when I say these things as well by the way. I know they may sound like that to someone but it's not ok? I just wanted to share my feelings. That's all, I feel this way. And I can't stop feeling this way. Especially when I began to wish you would hug me more often. I still remember the time you actually did when you hugged me at the alleyway. I was crying because my grandma died and you decided to spend your already limited time to comfort me. I am forever grateful.

I think it's been or at least coming to a point where I am obsessed with you. I can still think about nothing but you. I even made a bunch of poems about you. They're ass but I still read them sometimes to think about you. I wish I could tell you this in person. I wish I could go and hold your hand and kiss the knuckles if you allow me to. That's all I want.

I hate to admit this part but I also hated your wife Lila. I'm sorry but I just couldn't stand her. And the reasoning I have for that is extremely childish and bad. It wasn't because she was rude or anything. Lila was a very kind person when I talked to her. It's just that she was living the life I wanted. I didn't get to live with the man I loved with all my heart, I didn't get to have a son that would appreciate me despite how I am far from perfect. And I wanted to raise that said son into being the best person he could be. I wouldn't even mind having a daughter, it didn't matter to me either way. I wanted to do all these things I couldn't do, which included loving you.

And yet SHE gets that honor? She gets that over me? How was this fair? I worked my hands to the bone at this job. I try to be a good person and all I get is me getting shit on. And yet she gets to have all of this?! Why? Why couldn't I have you? Why did it have to be her?

It drove me into madness a couple of times. I didn't sleep well when I thought about it. I tried to ignore it either way.

And to make things even worse... You died, I still remember your son telling me while sobbing. No one even knew what happened. Or how it went down. All your sobbing wife and son told me was that the cops just found your body one day nearby that house on the hill. And then I almost vomited my guts out while sobbing.

I still can't believe it. I don't even want to. The fact that you are gone made my heart break several times. Part of me died that day. I was a mess, I still am a mess. I don't know what happened. And I don't know why it had to be you that had to pass away. I... Am stricken with self hatred and grief. I still cherish your memory and the times we spent together. But it's not enough.

Nothing will fill that hole in my soul when I found out you were no longer with us. I just hope that you're seeing this from whatever afterlife you're in and that you are rooting for me. That nothing changed between us. And when I die, whenever that comes. I wish I could see you and maybe... We'll be together and live the rest of said afterlife happy and together with maybe a couple of kids to raise.

You were everything. And you still are everything. Or ... At least my everything.

I love you Carlos, I wish you were here.

From, Kevin.

[stephanie-stone]

These Black Magic Cupcakes are perfect for Halloween with their deep black color and a touch of silver glitter. They're as mysterious as they are delicious!

Ingredients: 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour. 1 1/2 cups granulated sugar. 3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder. 1 1/2 tsp baking powder. 1 1/2 tsp baking soda. 1 tsp salt. 2 large eggs. 1 cup buttermilk. 1/2 cup vegetable oil. 2 tsp vanilla extract. 1 cup hot water. Black food coloring gel. Silver glitter for decoration.

Instructions: Warm up your oven to 350F 175C and put black cupcake liners in a cupcake pan. Put the flour, sugar, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a large bowl. In a separate bowl, mix the eggs, buttermilk, oil, and vanilla extract. Mix the batter well and until it is smooth. Slowly add the hot water to the batter while mixing it in. Do this until the batter is smooth and thin. To make the batter black, add black food coloring gel and mix it in until it's the color you want. You can change how much food coloring you use as needed. To make black cupcakes, fill each liner about two thirds of the way to the top. After the oven is hot, bake the cupcakes for 18 to 20 minutes, or until a toothpick stuck in the middle comes out clean. Take the cupcakes out of the oven and let them cool for a few minutes in the pan. Then, move them to a wire rack to cool completely. After the cupcakes are completely cool, sprinkle them with silver glitter to make them look like they belong in a magical Halloween world. To add some magic to your Halloween party, serve and enjoy your Black Magic Cupcakes with a hint of silver glitter.

Prep Time: 20 minutes

Cook Time: 18-20

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