#much like i saw the TV glow i am glad i experienced it but it did an unexpectedly aggressive number on my thanatophobia.

[mordredsheart]

i enjoy experiencing well-made art that leaves me feeling things but i admit i enjoy it somewhat less when “feeling things” evolves into “panic attack”

[chalkxtabletxtowers]

~A beach day full of feelings~

•Fandom: Ducktales, kinda? I based this fanfiction mostly off of the Italian comics, or "Lustige Taschenbücher" in Germany because the chemistry between the two is ströng there.

•Pairing: Donro, Donald x Gyro

•Warnings/Notes: Trans!Gyro is hinted, otherwise, this is just cute and wholesome. I originally wanted to upload it on valentines day, but I spent the day with my girlfriend and forgot about it, so here you have it now.

Everyone around them seemed to get the hints. Everyone around them seemed to understand what kind of relationship it was between them, better, than the two of them did. They were painfully oblivious, so much so, that they brushed the suspections of the people surrounding them off, even though they weren't unaware of them. But they both knew, or thought to know, that just because they were good friends, and because of that spend more time together, that that didn't mean something was going on between them.

Donald spent the days in the laboratory more often, these days. To upgrade his suit, that had been damaged pretty badly in the last incident with Magica. Even though he only understood half of was the scientist was explaining to him, it was still interesting to see old and new weapons, that were supposed to help him in the fight during crime.

On the inside, he knew that he liked spending the time in the laboratory. Being surrounded by someone. With the scientist in the room, he never had to fear that the silence took over. Silence, that he experienced everyday once the kids were out of the house. Since he never kept a job for more than three days, he didn't have any distraction. Without the three bringing life into the house, it was strangely empty, silent and big.

He had no real entertainment, besides reality TV, but that had changed ever since he spent the days in the laboratory. But he knew, that these days would be numbered pretty soon, after all, Gyro wouldn't have to fix his suit much longer, it was in pretty good condition again and the new weapons and inventions were all added, as much as that was possible.

But Donald didn't want these days to be numbered, which he, of course, couldn't tell Gyro. They were friends, and they did tend to spend some time on the weekend but... That would've been just weird, especially because Donald wasn't an apprentice, and probably wouldn't have been a very good one at that.

"There we go." the voice of the chicken interrupted his thoughts and the duck jumped "It's all fixed and ready for crime fighting again. I bet you were missed on the streets while having your forced break. But these days are over."

Donald was glad, that his suit was repaired again. He was glad, that he could do something against crime again. But on the other side, he was quietly crying. He decided to do something about it "The kids and I wanted to go to the beach on the weekend. And as a thankful gesture-" Since he obviously didn't have the money to pay the scientist "You could join us?"

The inventor seemed surprised. Not, that this was the first weekend he spend with the duck, but usually it was pretty spontaneous. Donald had never flat out asked like this, especially not in the middle of the week. "I.."

Gyro look around over his stuff, and his tables, and sighted "Think I could use a break"

When Donald returned home, the kids were already home too. He could tell by the mess in the hallway and the tossed aside schoolbags. He knew that homework hadn't been touched yet by either of them, but was too relaxed to care. He was in a good mood, but didn't really want to realise why. He just told himself it was because he could finally protect the city, and therefore the people that meant something to him, again. That was the reason, surely.

Donald decided to make pancakes for dinner, and when the kids came down the stairs because they had smelled them, they noticed that something was definitely up with their uncle "Why are you so relaxed?" "Yeah, why aren't you mad at us for not doing our homework yet?" "Did something exciting happen? Did you win the lottery? Are we rich?" "Are we rich?" "Are we?"

Donald chuckled. He wished. Well, technically, the family was rich, but he would've never gotten a single coin from his uncle, at least not until he eventually passed away. "We're not rich." He said as he sat down "I just..." He shrugged "Had a good day. Oh, and, we won't be going to the beach alone."

The three were, on their own, very well aware that their uncle had a crush. It wasn't something he could hide very well. The signs were too obvious. And they were also aware that this crush was centered towards a certain inventing chicken. But Donald, admitting that? Wouldn't happen. "Will Gyro be joining us?" Louie asked, his brothers chuckling in the background. God, it was so obvious "Yes. And that's nothing to make fun of! We're good friends and I'm being nice to him as a reward for all the good things he has done for us in the past! Including inventing stuff that wasn't only useful for me."

He looked at the three, and they knew what he was talking about. Their video game, that they could scan themselves into. Yeah, that was indeed a rad thing.

The rest of the evening wasn't so quiet, the three just couldn't stop teasing their uncle, no matter how often he kept denying a crush.

Gyro, on the other hand, wasn't much better. Not, that he wasn't well aware of the fact that he was a gay chicken.

No, he was just nervous of the thought of sharing a beach day with Donald, even though spending the weekends with the duck wasn't unusual. Sometimes, Donald would just come over for new inventions or to get something on his suit fixed, and afterwards they'd go to a café or watch a movie. Nothing unusual, just things that friends did.

And since they were friends, he was confused about his sudden nervousness. Why was a day at the beach something that suddenly scared him? After all these years, feathers had obviously grown over the scars on his chest, and he felt confident with being a male chicken.

In any way, the nervousness caused him to loose his concentration and he sighted in frustration. He wouldn't get anything done anymore, he had to take a break and clear his thoughts.

But eventually, the dreaded saturday did arrive, and there was nothing they both could do about it.

And even though they both were beyond nervous, they were also excited to spent the day with the person that meant something to them, even though they both weren't aware yet, what exactly that certain something was.

"Have we got everything?"

Donald asked, afraid that 313 would explode at any minute, judging by how full the poor car was. A single pool float was laying around, and he had almost tripped over it, and the sunscreen seemed to glue his feathers together, but he didn't care. Today was a good day, and he wouldn't let it get ruined by his reappearing bad luck.

"We think so!"

The triplets shouted back as they pressed themselves on the backseat of the car. After Donald had made sure they were strapped into their seats, like the good uncle he was, he started driving towards the beach.

"So, will you tell him today?"

Huey suddenly asked, the biggest grin plastered across his beak.

"Will I tell who what today?"

Donald asked, although he knew what they were talking about. And he could've sworn he got red under his cheek feathers.

"Will you tell Gyro today-"

Dewey continued "That he's the love of your life?"

Louie ended the sentence.

They didn't care if their uncle was in a gay relationship, as long as he was happy. And Gyro had visited them so often, that by now, they kinda viewed him as a uncle themselves. They just wanted them to finally realise their feelings, and be officially in a relationship. So that their uncle could be constantly as happy as he had been on Wednesday.

"I am not in love with him."

The duck stated, yet again. This wasn't the first time he had to defend himself in front of the kids. "We're very good friends, and that's all their is. Aren't you three glad that your uncle has found a friend?" All that he got in return from them was a simple chuckle. They knew.

After Donald had parked the car, they hopped out of it "Well, we wish you luck"

They said, before running, trying to find a good spot for themselves and the two love birds. They didn't want to be in the way of their confession.

And Donald, who was waiting at his car, did think about their words.

In love? Him? Well... He certainly knew how love felt, but... Yes, he liked to spent time with the chicken. Yes, he liked the chicken around him, and his company. And yes, they had slipped in each others arm once or twice during sleeping, but love? Didn't love cause butterflies in your stomach and a fast beating heart? He didn't feel anything of that. So it couldn't be love after all, right?

While Donald was lost in his thoughts, Gyro was already on the way to the beach, glowing with excitement.

He was, semi, aware of his feelings, or at least by now finally knew that they extended friendship. He wasn't sure yet in what way, but he was sure of one thing: That he was going to find out today. At least he wanted more weekends like this one, he told himself, and when he saw the bright red car on the horizon, he slowed down "I'm here."

He greeted Donald and almost automatically had to smile. This felt so normal, so... Domestic, as if they were a couple for years. Wait. Couple? Had he just really thought that? Blush started to arise at his cheeks, and the duck obviously noticed it, while the two made their way to the beach, the inventor either next to him, or behind him, when the way got slimmer.

"Are you alright? You look so red. Sure you haven't catched a sunburn already?" The worry in his voice came automatically, when you are a uncle of three very active nephews, you're basically worried 24/7. And, he also wanted his friend to be well. Everyone would've cared about their friend, right?

"N-No, I'm alright, the sunscreen is strong enough." Gyro quickly stuttered together, and the sailor just nodded. Eventually, after some silence, Gyro decided it would be best to switch the topic "And, did you try the new suit out yet? I hope everything works well?"

Donald nodded "Yeah, it's really good. I feel safer in this suit than I did before. The new inventions are practical, though some could need improvement." He chuckled.

When the triplets saw them walking over, they decided they had to do something. It was maybe the most cliché plan of their short life's so far, but something had to be done. These two couldn't continue walking around, being so oblivious towards one another.

So, Huey decided to take matters into his own hands and stretched his feet out. Normally, he wouldn't have wished his uncle to trip and fall over, but in this case, it was necessary for once

And, as the bad luck had already foreshadowed, their uncle did trip and fall, the scientist, that had walked behind him, falling on top of Donald. The three cheered, that was exactly what they had wanted. They didn't care how cliché this was, they knew it would work.

And sometimes, the most cliché ways were the best ways. As Donald rolled on his back in a dizzy attempt to orientate himself, his eyes catched the eyes of the scientist. In that moment, he realised it.

Maybe love wasn't all butterflies and a fast beating heart. Maybe love was all about finding comfort in someone. And being at home, with someone. And with Gyro, he certainly was at home.

"I-I love you."

The duck spurted out, his face immediately after becoming so red, that it could have been a rival to the worst sunburn. As Gyro heard the words, the chicken blushed again, before clearing his throat "I-I can only agree. The time we spent together is the most beautiful time of my entire day. I'm always looking forward to it, and when you're gone, I feel lonely. I feel like a part of me is missing. With you..."

"I feel comforted and at home. I feel like I'm in a safe space with someone, that understands me and doesn't judge me. And someone, that certainly knows my deepest secrets."

As the two joined each other in a loving kiss, the triplest cheered. They had known it all along.

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American Dad Bod

It was a bright, sunny afternoon in Langley falls, with the sun covering the suburbs below in a golden glow. You could hear the cries of all the kids playing on their lawns, spraying each other with water guns and hoses. It was the height of Summer, and everyone was enjoying the most of it before autumn set in. The classic American house was everywhere you went, the pale wooden clapboards copied and pasted everywhere. At first glance everything looked relatively normal, and just like all over the United states  

One house, specifically 1024 Cherry Street, felt different. It looked completely normal, up to the garage sticking out of the front . However, the occupants inside were anything but. Steve was sitting in his room, not daring to go outside in case he got burned. At least, that was part of the reason. The other reason was that he just wanted to spend the summer playing video games by himself, no one disturbing him. Well, almost no one. As much as he hated to admit it, he kind of missed his dad’s presence. He used to cook him breakfast and teach him how to play football and catch a ball. He remembered one day when he and Stan spent the whole day just throwing a ball to each other, laughing and having a great time. Now, ever since his job working with the CIA, he rarely saw him. In fact, he always left for work before Steve got up, and returned way past his bedtime. It just wasn’t fair: All he really wanted was to get closer to his dad.

Stan sat in his office, leaning back in his chair and smiling with satisfaction at his hard day's work. His life had led to a very interesting job: interrogating terrorists. He was very good at it, leading him to have a big, spacious office and some interesting coworkers he goofed off with. Only last week, he got to shout at a possible terrorist all on his own. This was how he liked it: all day on his own, with a very important task. He looked down, and started to write his emails and other jobs he should probably be doing. He grimaced as his eyes were blinded by the bright rays of light from outside. Shutting the blinds, he scowled slightly as he heard the door open and ruining his isolated peace.

His boss Mr Bullock, or Avery, stood in the doorway, looking at Stan in his chair. He was tall, about 6’3”, with short grey hair that had all but disappeared from his head. He was around 50, and held himself up very importantly, often towering over his employees. As bosses went, Stan was all right with him, but he could really get on  his nerves sometimes.

“How’re you getting on there Stan?” He asked, reminding him of a teacher.

“Couldn’t be better, sir.” He answered, looking irritated. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, probably someone asking him about something.

“ I’m glad to see you working so hard there Stan. Keep up the good work, pal.” He said, before turning around and closing the door behind him. Stan sighed and took his phone out of his pocket, looking to see who had texted him. It was Steve, who had texted him asking when he would be home.. He sighed, and started to type back.

He realised, as he was doing so, that he had hardly seen his son all week. His job had led him to hardly see his family. Surely Steve just wanted to spend time on his own playing video games? He was a huge dork after all. He looked at his phone, at the message he wrote.

*Won’t be home ‘till late. Sorry. x*

He hesitated, and started to delete it quickly. He could probably spare a night to see his son. Rolling up his sleeves, he set to crack down on his calendar, hoping to clear some stuff tonight. Stan took a small glance outside, and saw the sun set over the buildings, the orange glow penetrating the room.

It was around 6, and Stan had packed up his things and put on his jacket. As he was about to walk out to his car in the lot, he felt a rumble deep within his stomach, begging for some food. He had always kept nice and fit, and would scold anyone if they looked overweight or out of shape. No, Stan prided himself on his beefy chest and muscular arms. Still, that glow of golden arches invited him to chow down on their greasy, fatty food.

“Well, I guess I could get some. Just for Steve, obviously.” He told himself as he walked outside and got into his car. Besides, the kid could do with some meat on his bones.

He arrived at the drive through with a hungry loom on his face. He pulled his car up to the window and asked firmly for his food.

“Yeah, could I get the meal deal, with the large coke and large fries.” He stopped, then added. “ And could you add 2 more adult portions to that too?”

He heard the voice behind the glass say yes, and told him to head over to the next window, where he would get his food. Very soon, he had his car filled with junk food, and god knows how many calories were in it. By the time he had started driving along the main highway to his home, the car was filled with the smell of meat and fries. Stan felt his stomach rumble hungrily as he inhaled the smell, and he absent-mindedly took a couple of chips from the top of the box and started eating them.

It was quiet in the Smith’s house, and it was just Steve up in his bedroom, not making a sound. He stared hard at the screen in front of him, trying to beat the boss hat had been beating him for a while now. The only light in the room was his computer, which glared that ghastly bright blue. He was annoyed: this had been the third time that his dad had not answered his texts this week, and he was getting really pissed.

The sound of defeat echoed through the house as Steve’s character died, and he grunted in irritation. Just then, from downstairs, he heard a key turn in the lock on the front door, and someone walking inside. Suddenly, his eyes widened, as he knew that Stan had finally listened to him, and had come home early. What’s more, he could smell the thick scent of food along with him, and before he knew it, he ran out of the door and across the house to meet his dad. He flew down the stairs and ran into Stan’s arms.

“ Hey, sport! You’re pleased to see me.” He chuckled, hugging him back.

“ Of course I am, I never get to see you!” he replied, snuggling his face into his chest. He blushed slightly as he felt Stan’s abdomen on his arms. Was he imagining things, or was his dad putting on a bit of weight?

“Let me just get the food out of the car, son.” Stan said, and walked to his car outside. Steve walked over to the kitchen, and was about to get some plates, when he had an idea. He knew it may not work, but he wanted to try something. He walked over to the cupboard at the end of the room, and opened it. Inside was a big can of weight gain powder, which he bought to try and help him get bigger, maybe more muscle. However, his body did not take kindly to it, and so never used it. Well, maybe it could have a use after all…

Stan came back with all of the food, and put it on the living room table, smiling with satisfaction. Steve walked in too, and widened his eyes at the amount of junk Stan had bought home.

“I’m just going to the bathroom. I won’t be long.” Stan said, walking past Steve. He caught a long whiff of his dad’s manly musk. When he heard the bathroom door close, he took out the weight gain powder and subtly poured some into Stan’s drink. He smiled widely to himself, as he heard the toilet flush and his dad walk back into the room.

“Man, I’m starving!” Steve said, as he and his dad sat beside each other on the sofa. He turned on the TV for the background noise, so his dad wouldn’t notice anything wrong with his drink. Steve watched intently as Stan picked up the drink, and took a big sip of it.

At once, he heard a rumble coming from Stan’s stomach, and watched his dad start to grab the food greedily in front of him. The TV hummed in the background, while the two ate their food. Steve wasn’t hungry, what with his gaming habits confining him to the chair in his room and not moving whatsoever. Stan, however, had just finished a hard day's work, and not to mention the powder his son had slipped in his drink. They both could feel the effects of both of them: the fat, greasy food was being shovelled into Stan’s gaping maw.

Steve watched in amazement, seeing his dad pig out in front of him. He could practically see the grease dripping from the fries he held in his large hands. He couldn’t let on that he was enjoying all of this: he and his dad had never really hung out properly, and he definitely didn’t want to ruin it.  Still, he couldn’t help but blush when Stan shifted in his seat, obviously trying to get comfortable. He could almost see the pudgy gut forming underneath his sharp blue suit. Speaking of the suit, it was starting to get filthy, due to Stan’s increasing clumsiness with his food. Bits of burger fell onto the clothing, and eventually, he started to notice.

“Shit! This blazer’s ruined.” He remarked, spraying bits of clothes onto Steve’s face.

“It’s fine, just put it in the wash.” He replied, trying to wipe the food off of his face. His dad proceeded to undo his blazer, which was starting to get tight around his middle. Steve’s eyes widened as it revealed Stan’s white shirt,which was taut around his large, round gut. Steve resisted the urge to rub it as his dad leaned back again and carried on chewing his burger. He had never seen his dad act this way before, and he loved it.

After a while, the pile of gresy wrappers and food was cleared from the table, most of the junk food going into Stan’s belly. Steve himself had only had a burger and a couple of fries, which didn’t surprise him. From the look on his father’s face, he could tell that he was experiencing some discomfort.

“Hey, dad. Are you alright?” Steve asked, looking concerned.

In response, a deep burbling and sloshing came from his father’s belly, and he could almost hear all of that unhealthy food being digested. The sound travelled quickly through his body, and Stan puffed out his cheeks, releasing a deep, long belch into the air. The rumbling burp lasted a good three seconds, and when it ended, he sighed heavily with relief and comfort.

“ Wow, that felt good!” He boomed, laughing and fanning the air around him. Steve sat there, staring open-mouthed at what he just saw. After a while, Steve grew tired of watching the same sitcom over and over again on TV. He looked up at the clock, and saw that it was 9:00 already.

“I think I’m gonna hit the hay.” Stan said, his hot, meaty breath blasting Steve in his face. He slowly stood up from the sofa, clutching his belly, and Steve wondered if his dad noticed that he had a belly or that it was just a bloat. Still, as he started walking upstairs, Steve noticed Stan’s big, plump bubble butt jiggle in his slacks with each footstep.

He spent a while longer downstairs, staring at the screen in front of him. Eventually, he got bored and decided to head upstairs to bed too. As he got dressed and lay in bed, he thought about how incredible it felt watching Stan wolf down all of that food. But how long could he keep it up? Apart from tonight, he never saw him enough for anything like this to happen. How long until Stan started noticing his new gut, watching it move independently as he walked? How long till he saw his love handles grow over his belt?

Just the thought of all of this gave him even more motivation to fatten up his dad.

* * *

The sun shone brightly through the windows of the Smith’s house, as morning came to Langley Falls slowly and gently. This summer had been the hottest and driest that most of the town had ever experienced. The ground was cracked and dry as a bone, with almost none of the green grass left.

Inside, Steve was safe from the heat, tucked into his bed. He would have been asleep like usual, but the light from the sun woke him up. He grunted and shifted in his bed for a few minutes, trying to get to a comfortable position. After a while, when it looked like he wouldn’t be getting back to sleep, he groaned loudly and slowly stumbled out of bed. He stood up straight, and started getting dressed. He pulled on a green t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting shorts, and started making his way downstairs. As he headed across the landing, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He sighed as he took a look at his hair, which was sticking up in very unnatural angles. He would put a comb to it later.

He walked slowly into the kitchen, still half-asleep, and decided that he should probably make himself and his dad something for breakfast. He found the gainer powder in the cupboard, and grinned mischievously, knowing that this would be another great opportunity to add a little something to Stan’s meal.

Speaking of his dear old father, Steve heard a huge groan from the floor above, as Stan got out of bed and started walking across the hallway. Was it his imagination, or was his dad’s footsteps heavier than they were before? No, they definitely were. Each footstep made the floorboards creak, especially when he came lumbering down the stairs. Steve turned around, and saw Stan standing in the doorway.

He was dressed in nothing but his underwear, showing off his muscles on his arms, and his beefy chest. That wasn’t what Steve was focusing on though. His dad was now sporting a nice, large round gut, which made him look more manly than ever. His chest and belly were lightly covered in hair, and his thighs were bigger than he had ever seen before. Stan walked heavily into the kitchen, and scratched his ass and gut like a caveman. As he did so, his belly jiggled softly, indicating to Steve that the gainer powder was working.

“Morning, dad. Hungry?” In reply, Stan’s gut garbled and groaned, causing him to put a fist to his mouth and fight back a particularly nasty burp.

“Sure. Give me everything in that pan of yours.” He boomed, taking a seat at the table.

“Coming right up!” Steve said, louder than was probably necessary.

He dumped the greasy pile of bacon and eggs onto Stan’s plate, causing a huge mountain to form in front of his father. He smiled mischievously as his dad started digging in greedily.

“Hold on! I haven't even given you toast yet.” Steve chuckled, watching the huge man eat like a pig. Stan replied, but it was almost impossible to make out what he was saying with the amount of food in his mouth. Every bite he took, he knew that all of it would add on to his piling pounds. He could see his dad’s fat, sexy guy expanding with all of the food, and it would only continue.

Steve soon took a seat next to his father, careful not to draw attention to his weight. It would kill his dad knowing that he was getting bigger, and besides, ignorance is bliss, right?

Greasy bacon was soon nothing more than sludge in Stan’s stomach, and he took no time in scarfing down the rest of his food in front of him. Each movement caused his body to shake, and his normally rock hard chest was now softer, his pecs not losing their shape, but now becoming a lot more squishy. Steve fought the urge to reach out and feel them with some effort.

After a while, all of the food on the table had been consumed by Stan. Each and every crumb of toast, and every bit of the fat bacon had been sent to his widening stomach, which groaned and gurgled softly, momentarily satisfied with the meal it was given. Stan himself was leaning back against his chair, patting his stomach and smiling with gluttonous joy. He had only just finished, and yet you could already see where the calories from the breakfast were going. His thighs were widening, rubbing against each other as he sat, and his gut had ballooned momentarily, so that the flabby mass took up his whole lap.

“W-was it a good breakfast?” Steve asked, careful not to startle his dad. In response, his stomach gurgled loudly, and he adjusted his position, so his face was right next to his son’s.

*BROOOUUAAPPHHHH*

Stan released a foul, gluttonous belch into his son’s face. His breath reeked of half digested food, with a mix of morning breath to really put it over the edge. Steve’s nose wrinkled, as he stood back and coughed, overwhelmed at the smell of it all.

“Jeez, dad!” He remarked, fanning the air vigorously around his nose. Stan merely laughed, as he stood up and wrapped his muscled arms around his neck. Steve let him, and smiled to himself, glad that he was finally getting a chance to hang out with his dad.

“Hey dad. I saw the football out on the couch. When did you get it out of the attic?” Steve asked, motioning to the living room.

“Yesterday, while you downstairs. I was thinking I could show you some moves, you know, to help you show your pals up at school.” He replied, smiling down at him. Before he could say anything, his dad told him to stay where he was, and ran to his room: or tried to at least. Instead, he sort of waddled, due to the amount of food he had eaten. His body was showing even more signs of his gluttony, with big love handles at the back, and a flabby pile of fat and muscle on the front.

Steve stood there, wondering what his dad could possibly be doing up there. He heard lots of crashing, the floorboards creaking floorboards showing Stan’s weight gain. He heard his dad cursing as he fell on the floor. 5 minutes later, just as Steve thought he should go and check on him, Stan came back into the kitchen, dressed in what Steve assumed was his fathers old football uniform. The shirt, still a nice white, was struggling to contain Stan’s increased mass. It strained around his large jiggly gut, and revealed a full 2 inches of hairy skin where it should have normally fit perfectly. His beefy chest was clearly showing underneath too, with the soft pecs pushing against the material. Steve couldn’t stop staring as Stan started posing, flexing his muscles as a joke and even pec bouncing.

“It’s a little small, but it still works!” He boomed, oblivious to the gut that was protruding underneath him. If the front was not fitting, Steve couldn’t imagine what the back must look like. His dad took the ball from the couch and threw it to Steve, who barely caught it in time, fumbling like someone who never plays sports.

“Come on! We need to get you playing so you can wipe the floor with your friends!’ he laughed, grabbing my arm and pulling his son outside.

The sun blasted us wirth light and heat, as Steve stood on the parched lawn, protecting his eyes from the sun. He was scared: he had no idea how to play, and knowing his dad, he wasn’t going to get any instructions either. Before he knew it, his dad was shouting to move, as he started charging across the lawn, straight into Steve. He threw himself to the side to avoid the charging bull, falling to the ground with a hard thump. A shadow fell over him as his father picked him up easily off the floor.

“Nice try. Maybe next time, try to react quicker.” Stan said, sounding quite out of breath. The recent weight gain must have had a bigger effect on him than Stave realised. From here, he could see his dad covered in sweat, more than your average football player. His arms were glistening with sweat, the light dancing off of his muscles. Not only that, but the underarms of his shirt were swimming in sweat, and Steve could only imagine what he must look like underneath.

Before he could say anything, his dad grabbed hold of the bottom of the tight shirt and, with a lot of effort, ripped the fabric off of him, revealing the glistening, flabby gut that he wore. Every inch of skin was shining, dancing in the light, much like the fat. No muscles could be seen on his midsection, just the ever growing mass of flab that stuck there. His pecs too, now looking softer, were bright and glowing.

Steve’s dad smiled mischievously as he shouted at him to go long. His little knowledge of football told him that he should run backwards, hoping to catch the ball. Stan threw it far, the ball sailing through the blue sky and towards where Steve went. Almost miraculously, he felt the ball fall bluntly into his hands, the weight of it sending relief down him.

“ Hey dad! I caught the ball! I caught-

He felt the air get knocked out of him, as his dad ran up to him and tackled Steve to the ground. The ground hit him hard, and he felt his glasses fall off of his face. He tried to get up, still a bit dazed, but Stan’s huge, fat body pinned him to the ground. Steve’s hand felt his dad’s soft, squishy belly, now slippery with sweat, and his beefy, large chest. He tried to kick out, but it was no use.

Stan sat up, still on his son’s chest.

“Having trouble there, sport?” He laughed, slapping his gut, which rippled enthusiastically at the sudden force. Steve was momentarily hypnotised, before coming to his senses and slapping Stan.

“Dad! Get off me!” Steve cried, still trying to wriggle free. Suddenly, he heard a low growl from the very depths of the massive gut that was on top of him. His body vibrated as his dad smiled, and leaned over him. He opened his mouth, as the gas bubbled up his throat, to release a huge belch on his son. Steve felt the hot dad breath blast his face, the smell overwhelming him. As Stan laughed, he couldn’t help smiling to himself.

This was going to be a great summer.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 11 - An Overflow of Emotions

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 5.1k words

DISCLAIMER: There are scenes of domestic violence depicted in this chapter. Please display caution when reading. 

Chapter 11 - An Overflow of Emotions

“Why are you picking us up, Uncle Tae?” Min Ja asked curiously as she saw Taehyung walk into the room with Hyo Bin in his arms. “Where’s Mommy?”

           “Mommy got really sick, so she’s at home.” He said. Min Ja’s eyes widened.

           “Mommy is sick now too?!” She asked, covering her mouth. Taehyung smiled, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. “Oh no… am I going to get sick too?”

           “Not so long as I’m around to help.” He said, taking her hands. “Now, say goodbye so we can go home.” Min Ja turned around and waved goodbye to them as she followed Taehyung out. She was pestering him with questions the entire walk home, Taehyung trying his best to keep her calm while also keeping her in the loop. Upon returning to the apartment, he walked in to see you sitting at the table, head resting against the flat surface while Hoseok sat beside you. There was a bowl in front of you, and the steam rising from it indicated it had yet to be touched.

           “Mommy!” Min Ja ran over, standing on the other side of the table. “…Mommy are you sick?” You shifted your head to Min Ja’s direction. You had just finished completely emptying your stomach, and your throat still hurt too much to speak. All you could do was offer her a kind smile. “Mommy…”

           Taehyung set Hyo Bin down as he approached the table as well. When he saw you didn’t eat, he sighed a bit. “Should we take you to the hospital?” he asked. “If you keep throwing up more than you eat, that can’t be good.” Shaking your head, you sat up. Seeing the fear in Min Ja’s eyes sent a wave of strength through your body.

           “I’m okay…” you choked out. Grabbing the bowl of soup, you brought it close to your mouth and used the spoon to scoop the contents into your mouth. It killed you, and you knew it would most likely come up again in a few hours, but you needed to try and eat. “Thanks, Hobi..” he smiled a bit.

           “Of course.” He said. “Eat as much as you can, okay?” You nodded as you began to eat some. You watched Taehyung lead the girls into the living room, turning on the TV and crouching down to pick a game. The games he had in the house for his consoles were mostly cute children’s games for the girls to play or something that was simple enough for the girls to help him play through. Min Ja was always drawn to a brightly colored Pororo video game, her attention now totally on the idea of playing this as she begged Taehyung to set it up. Hoseok smiled as he watched from the kitchen. Glancing at you, he saw you managed to finish half of the soup before setting the bowl down with a groan.

           “Are you done?” he asked curiously. ��When he saw you nod, he walked over and took the bowl, dumping the extras out and setting it in the sink to clean it. “Alright now, it’s time to go to sleep.” He hummed, helping you to your feet.

           “I’m fine, Hobi.” You tried to say, but a deep cough proved that was not true and you covered your mouth. Hoseok frowned, not convinced. “…What?”

           “You won’t break your fever if you sit here and try to be a mom. You need to rest. Now-.” He grabbed some water bottles and a bottle of medicine. “We’re going to put you in your room, cover you in blankets, turn on your TV and let you sleep.” He pointed to the girls, who were hanging on Taehyung as Pororo game booted up and began playing the theme song. “We can handle this.” A deep and frustrated sigh exited your body as you nodded, glancing at Hoseok. He grinned. “Good. Let’s go. Move, move, move it.” He huffed, playfully hustling you inside as you chuckled in amusement.

           In the bedroom, Hoseok led you to the bed and helped you into it. He set the bottles on your bedside table before grabbing the mountain of blankets, playfully tossing each one over them with a high-pitched exertion of noise. It was as if you were a young child again, and honestly, it was helping. Each time he did it, the ridiculously adorable noise that he made caused you to giggle or full-on burst into laughter. He grinned as he saw you nestled under five different blankets. “Okay!” He said. “Now make sure to get a lot of rest, okay?” You nodded as you watched him walk over and turn on the TV. Flicking the lights off, the glow of the TV worked as a good night light, while the volume was enough to soothe you to sleep while still being loud enough to hear.

           “Thanks, Hobi. I really appreciate your help.” You said happily coughing into your hand. Hoseok nodded.

           “Of course. Goodnight.” He said, before exiting the room and closing the door. He walked into the living room again, seeing Min Ja was sitting in front of the TV playing the game while Hyo Bin watched her curiously, the duo giggling at the moving avatar of Pororo and his friends on screen. Taehyung had gotten up and gone into the kitchen, quickly washing the few dishes in the sink. Hoseok approached him. “Hopefully she stays in bed.” He hummed.

           “I’ll tie her to the bed if I have to.” Taehyung said, a small frown on his face. “She’s always been so stubborn. It’s so annoying.” Hoseok chuckled at Taehyung’s annoyance with you, and he crossed his arms. “Thanks again for coming by and making her soup and getting her to bed.”

           “No problem.” Taehyung glanced at him.

           “I know it’s not really my place but….” He pursed his lips, wondering if he should continue. “I liked you much better than I ever liked Weong-Bin. I was kind of pissed off at her when she said you both broke up.” Hoseok chuckled, amused by this.

           “Really?”

           “Yeah. She really liked you, and my parents did too. So, you know, when prince charming Weong-Bin entered the picture-.” Both of them chuckled at the sarcastic remark. “-We were all so confused. And anytime anyone tried to tell her that he wasn’t the best choice for her, she would totally cover for him. God, it made me so angry every time they would visit. He would treat her like absolute garbage.” Hoseok sighed.

           “Well I wish it turned out differently but there wasn’t anything I could do. She made up her mind then.”

           “Like I said, she’s stubborn.” Taehyung huffed.

           “Well, she and I talked about this stuff a while back. I don’t blame her for anything that happened so I hope you don’t either.” Taehyung looked at Hoseok, who gave him a small smile that exposed his dimples. Taehyung chuckled.

           “I guess it’s good you two met up again, then. Especially with Weong-Bin making all these stupid claims of wanting her back.” He rolled his eyes.

           “She won’t take him back, right?” Hoseok asked.

           “Not as long as I’m living and breathing on this earth, she won’t.” Taehyung said, grinning. Hoseok laughed, clapping his hands in amusement. “But seriously…” Taehyung added. “She’s been much happier since you and she met up again. So, thanks, it’s good to see her enjoying herself again. She called me and her friend Nayeon about the zoo and wouldn’t stop talking about it for almost an hour. It meant a lot to her.” Hoseok smiled when he heard that.

           “I’m glad.” He said. Checking the time, he sighed. “I need to get going. I have a few classes tonight.” Taehyung nodded, turning off the sink as he led Hoseok to the door. He said goodbye to the girls before gathering his things. “If you need anything, I’m close by. I’ll drop in.”

           “I’ll be here until she gets better. So, we should be okay.”

           “Alright.” He said. The duo quickly shook hands. “It’s been good seeing you again.” He said happily.

           “You too.” Taehyung smiled, waving him off as he watched Hoseok head towards the elevator down the hall. Closing the door, he sighed, turning back to the girls. “Okay girls, who wants to have pizza and ice cream for dinner?” He grinned as the girls cheered happily.

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           The flu stuck with you for a few days, and both Taehyung and Hobi were there to help you take care of the girls and yourself. You got a lot of soup from Hoseok every time he came to visit and spent more time sleeping now then you did when you were pregnant with both girls combined. You had never been this sick before, and you hoped it was something you never experienced again. By the end of the week, you were starting to get back on your feet. You could keep food down, color returned to your face, and the fever broke after three days. You had missed almost an entire two weeks of work with both you and Hyo Bin’s sicknesses hitting one right after the other, and honestly, you were excited to return back to work. Thank goodness you racked up enough sick leave to not have to worry about losing money.

           Taehyung had stayed at the house for about three days, leaving once your fever broke and you were able to walk around without toppling over. The first thing you did was try to thank him for whatever you had for watching the girls, but he refused to take anything.

           “If anything, I’ll take your cold.” He said with a grin, before playfully hacking into his hands. You shoved him as he busted in playful laughter.

           “If you call me and say you got sick it’s not my fault! I tried to keep you far away from me and you never listened!” Taehyung smiled as he gathered up his things, getting ready to head out to work.

           “You’re so harsh to me, Noona.” He pouted. You sighed, quickly pulling him into a hug. His arms wrapped around you as he gave you a squeeze. “I’ll come back soon, okay?”

           “Not too soon. You said your agent is pissed you took time off.”

           “Oh please. Youngsoo will get over it if he wants to keep getting paid.” He hummed, grinning. “I’ll be going now. Bye~. Bye, girls!” He shouted out, receiving a loud response from the girls that were scarfing eggs down their throats. With goodbyes said, and belongings collected, he headed off. You closed the door and sighed, locking it. This was a weekend that Weong-Bin was coming to get the kids, so you had a day with them until he would come by. As Taehyung left, you urged the girls to finish eating so that you would not be late.

           “Mommy, Uncle Tae let us eat ice cream every night after dinner!!” Min Ja shouted as she fixed her shirt in the mirror. You were wrestling Hyo Bin’s shirt on, the toddler pouting as you finished.

           “I know.” You said softly. “Thank goodness you didn’t get a belly ache.” Min Ja giggled as she grabbed her little backpack of stuff and turned to you, a smile on her face. “What has you so smiley this morning, Min Ja?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Min Ja was already a happy kid, but since she woke up this morning, a grin had been plastered on her face. However, after you said that, her smile faltered a bit.

           “Mommy, I told you that today we were practicing. All my friends are practicing for our graduation!” She huffed, pouting. Blinking, you realized that Min Ja did tell you that after Taehyung brought them home from daycare the other day. A sigh left your lips as you stood up, holding Hyo Bin’s hand.

           “I’m sorry, honey. You told me when I was still sick. I must have forgotten. But that’s still exciting!” Min Ja nodded, smiling. “Tell me all about it when you get home, okay?”

           “I will!” She said happily. You led the girls out the door and down the street to the daycare. “I want Uncle Tae and Daddy to come and you.” She said.

           “Okay.” You said.

           “And Mr. Hobi too!” You glanced down at your daughter.

           “Mr. Hobi?” you asked curiously.

           “Mhm. I told him and he said it sounded so much fun! So, I told him I would make him an invitation!” You smiled a bit.

           “Okay.” You said happily. “I’m sure he’ll love that.” Min Ja giggled in excitement as you made your way to the daycare. After dropping them off, you spent a few moments talking with Yun Yun. It was just basic conversation about how you were feeling, both of you giggling in amusement before you kissed the girls and headed to the train station. You needed a quick coffee pick up, and since you had a bit of time, the coffee shop was your first stop. At the counter you saw Min Sun, happily serving a customer until the ring of the front doorbell altered her to you.

           “Hey!” She said happily. “It’s been so long! I heard you were sick with the flu!”

           “Yeah, but I’m all better now.” You said happily, before placing your order at the counter. You were waiting for your order after you paid, and heard a familiar voice behind you.

           “And she’s out of bed! Yay!” Turning your head, you saw Hoseok standing behind you. He was grinning, hands up in the air in a playful cheer. You smiled as he walked over to you. “You look better already.”

           “Awww, thanks.” You smiled a bit, chuckling a bit. “I’m excited to be out of bed. It felt like I was becoming one with it with how much you both made me stay in bed.” Hoseok laughed a bit, and you turned to get your coffee. “Where are you off to this morning?”

           “I’m starting a private lesson with a small group of some of the kids at the studio.” He said. “Thought I would stop here for something to drink and look who I run into.” He grinned as he approached the counter to place his own order with Min Sun. You took a sip of your coffee and watched him. It took him a few minutes to pay and get his drink, but you both said your goodbyes to Min Sun before heading out together. “I’ll wait for the train with you before I go.” He offered.

           “Aww thanks.” You said happily. As the two of you stood on the platform by your train, you sipped your coffee and glanced at him. Hoseok was checking his phone while sipping his coffee, the look of calmness on his face making you feel calm as well. When he caught you staring, he looked over and offered you a playful smile. “Why are you staring at me?” he asked curiously.

           “..No reason.” You said, turning your attention towards the train tracks as your cheeks dusted pink. Hoseok chuckled a bit. You were silent for a moment as you tried to think of what to say to him next. “Now that I’m feeling better, we should make plans for dinner.” Hoseok nodded in agreement. “The girls are with their father all weekend so any of these nights work for me.”

           “Let’s seeeeeeeee….” He hummed, pursing his lips together as he pulled out his phone. He hummed a tune softly as he checked his calendar for work schedules and social plans. After a moment, he closed his phone and returned it to his pocket. “I can do tonight or tomorrow.” He said. “Sunday I’m meeting my sister for lunch.” You nodded, trying to think which one would work better.

           “Tomorrow night can work.” You said. “I think that’s when my friend works.” Hoseok chuckled. “Trust me, you’ll thank me when you taste his cooking, it’s so good.”

           “Alright then I look forward to it. Let’s say, 7?” he shrugged. Nodding, you smiled as the blaring of a train engine pull your attention towards the tracks again. Moments later, a train sped into view, pulling up and stopping in front of you. The doors slid open, and people began to shuffle off the platforms and onto the train. You turned to Hoseok and smiled.

           “See you tomorrow.” You said happily. He waved you off as you headed onto the train. You nestled yourself in a seat by the window and turned to see Hoseok was still standing there, sipping his coffee. He lifted up his hand to wave at you, and you quickly waved right back at him. Once the passengers were on board, the doors closed, the train horn roared, and it began to pull out of the station. As Hoseok began to get farther out of your view, you tried to glance back and see him, but he had already begun to head out of the station and off to work. A smile formed on your lips as you took a long sip of your coffee.

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           Work was a nice change of pace from the past week. Jungkook was thrilled to see you were all better, and you were glad that there was little to no chaos while you were away. Jin and Jungkook, while hard workers, had a habit of fooling around when they got together. The day went smoothly, with no angry parents and no overly sick children. It was a peaceful day to be welcomed back to, thank goodness.

           Upon returning home with your children from daycare, you checked the time. Weong-Bin would be there soon, and you needed to get the girls ready and fed before he did. Sighing, you got to work on a quick meal while you sent Min Ja into her room to get everything ready. These few hours before Weong-Bin arrived always felt so hectic, because you wanted to get the girls ready to go, so they could just leave. It wasn’t because you wanted them gone, but because you wanted him gone as soon as possible. Every moment longer that he was here would make you anxious about how the next moment would play out. As you were working, and calling out for Min Ja to hurry up, you heard a knock at the door. Weong-Bin was almost 30 minutes early, and those 30 minutes of preparation mattered with two little ones. Groaning, you headed to the door and opened it. Weong-Bin was standing there, a frown on his face as you greeted him and let him in. You tried to act as if you didn’t see his expression.

           “The girls are almost ready. And I was trying to make them dinner but-.” Weong-Bin cut you off.

           “How do you feel?” he asked. You turned to him and blinked.

           “I feel better, thanks.” Without adding anything, you headed back towards the kitchen. “As I was saying, I -.” You got cut off again as Weong-Bin followed close behind you, taking your hand. You turned to him.

           “I was worried about you.” He said gently. “I tried to call you but your phone was off.”

“Taehyung turned it off. He said it would bother me while I slept. But he was here the entire time, so the girls were safe.” You assured. Weong-Bin raised an eyebrow, and you forced a gentle smile before heading back into the kitchen.

“You called me first all the time when we were together.” He said as he watched you turn around from the food that you were continuing to cook and stare at him with a confused expression.

           “Exactly.” You said quickly. “We’re not together anymore. I made myself clear I have no interest in that.” You could see a deep frown appear on Weong-Bin’s face, and you bit your lip. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but it’s honestly nothing that concerns you.”

           “Oh, come on! You’re not giving me a chance to show you I’ve changed!” He said. “You know I took care of you whenever you got sick and both times you were pregnant!”

           “I know.” You said simply. “Besides, you were at work. Taehyung and Hoseok’s schedules are much more flexible than yours.” Weong-Bin blinked, eyes narrowing.

           “Hoseok was here too?” he hissed, his grip on your hand tightening. You winced in pain, trying to pry it free, but he was much stronger than you. “That little prick.”

           “He just made me soup and would leave that’s all!” You finally yanked your arm away from Weong-Bin’s grasp. “You’re being too overdramatic. I don’t want to hear this.” You turned back to the stove and began to start cooking again. Weong-Bin approached you again, quickly grabbing the hot pan and tossing it off the stove. You shrieked as you jumped back, the flame on the stove sizzling up quickly, before decreasing in size as Weong-Bin aggressively turned it off. “WEONG-BIN!”

           “I’m not done having this conversation with you!” He snapped. “I told you how I felt and I’ve tried to be nice! But no, obviously you’re a selfish prick who only cares about what you want when you want it!”

           “What!? You’re making no sense! What are you talking about?” Now, Weong-Bin approached you, his hands slamming on the counter either side of you to prevent you from walking away. You tried to cower back as much as you could, but it was no use.

           “I’m talking about fucking Jung Hoseok.”

           “What about him!? He helped me watch the girls when I was sick and it’s not even like we were alone at all! Taehyung was here! Besides, it’s none of your business anyway!”

           “Of course, it is! All those times you told me you didn’t like the girls I hang out with but when the roles are reversed, I’m being crazy?”

           “THAT WAS WHEN WE WERE MARRIED!”

           “You’re the mother of my fucking children!” He snapped, grabbing you roughly by the face. A terrified shriek escaped your lips as you tried to keep yourself calm. “As far as I’m concerned, nothing has changed. I don’t care what the hell the laws say, you were my wife and the mother of my children and I don’t intend to let some pansy like Hoseok come in and try to take you from me.” He said.        

           “Weong-Bin, you’re hurting me.” You begged.

           “You know what. I think you’re just a fucking slut.” He hissed. “A slut who been sleeping around. Tell me, are there other guys you’re bringing into the home your children live in? Are there other guys you're trying to replace me with? You had it so fucking good, and I sleep with one bitch and you act like it’s the end of the world!” You didn’t know what to say, in fear that anything would only make this worse. “I treated you three like royalty, I love those girls with every fiber of my being.”

           “I know that, Weong-Bin….” You choked out.

           “I tried to play it nice and be romantic and show you I was a changed man. But all I get is rejection. I’m not dealing with it anymore. If you weren’t such a fucking idiot, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now!” He finally let go of your face and you gasped, biting your lip. “I tried. I tried and I tried and I tried and this is the thanks I get.”

           “You didn’t try at all! You were always an absolute control freak!” You snapped. “I couldn’t handle it anymore! I really thought about your offer, I mean that! I thought we could work it out and start fresh. But you just can’t keep your cool, you never have, and I had to suffer for it! Even now you do this to me? You’re lucky I don’t call the fucking cops.” Weong-Bin slammed his hand on the counter.

           “Are you seeing Hoseok tonight?” He asked.

           “You’re not even making any sense anymore!”

           “Answer me!”

           “That’s none of your business! Now get off of me!” You snapped, shoving him away from you as best as your tiny frame would allow. He stepped back, crossing his arms as he ran a hand through his hair. He began to pace across the kitchen floor. After a few moments of silence, he turned back to you.

           “I treated you like royalty. I spoiled all of you. I tried so hard to be a good husband…” he walked over to you again and you stepped back quickly. For a moment, you contemplated taking a knife from the knife block on the counter, but you weren’t sure how fast you could be. “I only wanted us to be a family. But you….ugh you just piss me off so much!” You took a shaky breath. “Look I…I’m sorry…” He said quickly. “I…God, I really fucked up this time…” As you saw his body start to relax, you lowered your hands to your sides. “Are you okay?” he tried to step closer to you, and take your face into his hands again to examine what he had done, but you stopped him.

           “Don’t touch me.” You said quickly, eyes watering.

           “I’m sorry.” He said again.

           “I don’t believe you…” you choked out.

           “….Fuck…” he huffed under his breath. “Okay. I get it. I fucked up. I just…seeing you with Hoseok again after he left you to transfer school in college just pissed me off.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I tried to shoot my shot but Hoseok obviously was taking up your attention. It kept bottling up and bottling up until…” he motioned to the pan on the floor. “I snapped and I took it out on you and I’m sorry.” Before you could respond, you heard a noise. Both of you turned to see Min Ja, her little head poking out from behind the wall. She was clutching her bag tightly in her hands.

           “Are you are done fighting?” she asked softly. Your eyes fell to Weong-Bin, seeing what he would say. “You’re yelling really loud, Mommy…”

           “Honey…” Weong-Bin walked over to her, kneeling down. “Mommy and I were just…not agreeing on something. So, we were fighting….” You saw Min Ja’s eyes fall to you for confirmation as Weong-Bin kissed her hair. You glanced down, rubbing your arm. Min Ja hurried over to you and you knelt down, hugging her tightly.

           “It’s okay, honey.” You said softly, rubbing her back. You swallowed the forming lump in your throat. “Mommy and Daddy were yelling but…it’s over now. It’s all okay.” You glanced up at Weong-Bin, who stood up and put his hands in his pockets. “…You need to take the kids, and leave…” you said softly.

           “I don’t wanna go… I want to stay with you.” Min Ja said softly. You shook your head, kissing her forehead.

           “But it’s your weekend with Daddy. You’re going to have so much fun~. I promise. And I’ll see you Monday after work, okay?” Min Ja was hesitant but nodded as you fixed the bag on her back. “Okay. Let’s go get Hyo Bin.” You led her into the bedroom, where Hyo Bin was sitting. She was coloring at the table, a pair of Min Ja’s tablet earphones over her ears. It looked as if the tablet was put on, playing music for her. You glanced down at Min Ja, who looked up at you.

           “Hyo Bin didn’t like the screaming…” she said softly. You walked over and knelt down, altering Hyo Bin’s attention to you as you took the headphones off of her head.

           “Ready to go, honey?” you asked, a smile forming on your lips. Hyo Bin nodded.

           “Yeah.” She said happily, lifting her arms up as you scooped her in your arms. Heading into the living room again, you saw Weong-Bin by the door, a hand in his hair as he paced the entrance. “Alright girls, be good for Daddy…” you said softly, kissing them both goodbye. “I’ll call you before bedtime.”

           “Okay…” Min Ja said. She glanced at Weong-Bin, who offered her his hand happily. She took it, and Hyo Bin was lifted into Weong-Bin’s other arm. The girls said their goodbyes.

           “I’ll call you later.” Weong-Bin said softly. You bit your lip, not wanting to say anything that would make him leave in a bad mood. The only response you gave was a nod and watched them walk out the door. Once they were in the elevator, you closed the door and locked it. Right at the sound of the lock clicking into place, you collapsed right by the door, a hand running through your hair. One of your hands reached up to your face, pressing the two areas where Weong-Bin’s hand clasped onto your cheeks. They were still sore; you still felt his fingers lingering there even though they were long gone. For a few moments, you felt numb. But you hadn’t cried yet.  

           Slowly, you lifted yourself up to your feet with help of the wall. You trudged past the living room and into the kitchen, where your phone was resting. You saw the pot that was tossed off the stove and, on the floor, foot split. Kneeling down, you tried to pick up the pot, but it was still hot. The tingling sensation of burning made you quickly let go of the utensil with a hiss, and it clattered onto the floor again. Your eyes scanned the room and then fell down to your fingers. They were red, but they weren’t burnt.

           You sat on the kitchen floor for what felt like forever until you reached up to the counter and grabbed your cell phone. Skimming through it, you were trying to think of who to call. You couldn’t be alone right now. You saw a notification from Taehyung’s Snapchat. Opening it, you saw a stream of videos of him with his model friends. He was laughing, joking, having a good time with his friends at a party. It seemed that they were having a good time, and the last thing you wanted was to have him race over here and cut off his fun night. That would only make you feel guilty. You closed the messages from him, and quickly pulled up your contacts. After skimming through your contacts, you dialed Hoseok’s number. You tried to remain calm as you heard the phone ring. It took a few minutes, but you heard his voice.

           “Hello?” he hummed.

           The the minute you heard his voice, you couldn’t remain calm anymore. You broke down into river tears.

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Author's note: i am so so so sorry this requests and other are taking a ridculous amount of time to be done. To be completely honest all the admins and myself are at points in our lives where school and work take priority and we are at a loss of inspiration when it comes to writing. But we are going to donour best to at least get the rest of the requests posted eventually

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You’re eyes were closed, you knew they were closed, but somehow you could see everything around you. It was a cool experience really. The only downside was you couldn't move at all.

“So this is what sleep paralysis is like.” you thought to yourself, never having experienced this before.

Although your back was face everything, you could see your alarm clock reading 2:45 am, your boyfriend shuffling in his sleep and a 7 foot tall demon standing at the bedroo. Door. Okay, maybe this whole sleep paralysis thing wasn't so cool after all.

Fear set in in that instant obviously. Your first instinct was to jump out of bed but yeah, you weren’t able to. You weren't even able to scream.

“Fuck” you thought

You fear reached its peak when the demon moved closer

His hooved feet thudded loudly on your floors. He sounded like he weighed a ton.

He moved closer and closer until he stopped at the edge of your bed. He stood there for a long moment, almost taunting you, making you guess what he was going to do next while all you could do was scream internally.

He just stared and stared and stared. Every second that went by his eyes glowed red and it was as if his was growing in height.

He got so tall his horns reached the ceiling.

Suddenly he swung his arm back, and it came flying at you.

It wasn't until now that you were free of the curse and let out a scream for your life.

“Babe quit it!” You could suddenly hear next to you as you sat up in your bed in a cold sweat. Just like that the demon was gone. The lights were on and your boyfriend was squinting up at you in annoyance. “Can you stop with whimpering i can't sleep”he whined again.

“Huh? What? I was screaming! There was a demon right here!” You began to, with extreme detail, explain the sleep paralysis that you just experienced.

“Um…. Wow that's super creepy… even i don't think i can't sleep after that…” He said in a grumble. “You wanna watch some tv? Get your mind off it”

“Yeah, ill to watch it in the living room”

“No! In here dummy.”

“But you have practice in a few hours you need sleep”

“babe i don't care, watch ir in here. It's not like i can sleep anyways after hearing about it.” He said turning the tv on and pulling you close.

Ravi:

“Wonshik! Wonshik wake up!” your sobbing cries woke him up in an instant.

“Huh? What? What's going on?!?”

You were in a panic clinging onto him, “there was this lady on top of you sucking your soul out! I tried to get her off but i couldn't move!”

“Y/n calm down, what are you talking about?” This was too much to take in at 2 in the morning.

You took a deep breath doing your best to get you thoughts together “there was a creepy grudge lady on top of you sucking your soul out! And i tried to get her off you but i could move and i thought you were dead and then she looked at me and was going to do the same to me!”

“O-ok and then what happened?”

You shrugged “i don't know i was able to move again and she was gone and i-i'm just glad you woke up! I thought you were dead!” you whimpered.

He threw his arms around you holding you tight “babe it's okay. It sound like that was sleep paralysis or something! It's fine everything's fine, im okay.” He reassured. “But hey why don't we watch some tv or something and get your mind of the creepy dream?”

Leo:

Even with his eyes closed, the bright light of the lamp on nightstand was able to disrupt his sleep,followed by the sound of labored breathing.

With intense will power, he opened one eye to see y/n sitting up looking shookth.

“Babe you okay?” He barely got out.

“No. Chucky is in here.”

“What?”

“Chucky! He was going to stab me!” Her word came out with such seriousness.

“Chucky? Like the doll in the movies?” He asked with her eyes closed once more trying to get any sleep he could

“Yes!he was on top of me holding a knife! And i couldn't push him off”

“Babe, it was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep!”

“No it wasn't! It was too real to be a dream!”

He sat up. “Babe yes it was. Tell me, how would a chucky doll be in this house?”

Y/n shrugged.

“And why would the chucky doll be after you?”

She shrugged again.

“And you really think i would let a plastic doll hurt you?”

That got a little chuckle out of her. “No.”

“Exactly. It was just a bad dream ok.” He kissed the top her and gave her a tight squeeze. “I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. We both have work in the morning, lets get some sleep.”

Ken:

His weight was heavy on your chest. Although of small stature, he weighed a ton. You couldn't breath as he sat on you with a demented smile on his face.

You were frozen with fear, unable to push him off or even move your head to scream out for ken to wake up and save you. Your arms were pinned under his legs. There was no way to defend yourself from his hands wrapping around your neck.

He squeezed his hands tighter and tighter. The ghostly figure let out laugh. It was on of pure joy and it sent a chill down your spine.

And then suddenly he was gone. The weight of his body on yours disappeared and you were able to take in air again.

You gagged for air, sitting up to allow your lungs to expand even more.

You leaned over and turned on the lamp to make sure the demon was gone. Now with the room lit, you saw that it really was empty. Everything was how you left it when you fell asleep, even ken lay calm next to you, staring up at you with barely open eyes.

“Y/n, was going on?” He asked in a grumble “turn the light off.”

“No.” You whimpered “ there's a ghost in here or something! It was choking me right now!”

“What?” He asked a bit more alert

“Yes! There was a man and- and he was all black! And he sat on top of me and he was choking me! I kept trying to move and i couldn't!”

Ken looked about the room looking for any evidence of this ghost.

“Huh… well that's not creepy to hear at 3 in the morning” he said sarcastically. “ how about we get dressed and go out for a midnight snack?” He offered as a way to cover up the fact that he was now scared to stay in the room.

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Hongbin:

You couldn't move no matter how hard you tried. the smoke filled your lungs and the heat intensified as the flames grew closer to the bed. Hongbin was right next to you sleeping soundly , so unaware of the emanate danger.

And what could you do? Nothing.

The flames climbed the walls. The door was charred, your personal belongings became ash.  Your skin burned as you were being suffocated by the black smoke.

And suddenly it gone, all gone.

You were even able to move again. In an instant yo sat up in bed, gasping for air and wiping the sweat off your face.

“Hongbin! Hongbin wake up!” you cried, shaking him awake. “There’s a fire.”

“Wha-what? Fire?” he too jumped up frantically.

Despite his half asleep state, he got out of bed ready to run. “Wait.” he said noticing the cool night air. “There’s no fire.”

“Yes there is.” you said in a bit of confusion, looking around the room and noticing everything was perfectly normal.

“Babe, no there isn't.” he said, taking in a deep breath to smell for smoke. He even went to the door and checked the rest if the apartment.

“But- i could’ve sworn- it’s cuz I’m not joking the flames were everywhere and and i couldn't move and i was trying to wake you up and I couldn’t. it was too real to not be fake!” you felt like you sounded crazy.

Hongbin, put his arms around you and held you tight. “That sounds like sleep paralysis babe. But it’s ok, none it if was real.” he said giving you a kiss on your head. “But let's try to get back to sleep ok? Don;t worry about it too much,. Trust me if there was actually a fire i would make sure nothing happened to you.”

Hyuk:

The presence of the doll was unnerving. You first sensed her in the corner of your room, just standing there oh so calmly as she stared at you with her unblinking porcelain eyes. It wasn't until your eyes met hers that you noticed you were unable to move. No matter how big or small your attempt at movement was, your limbs wouldn't cooperate with your thoughts. You couldn't even speak when you tried to wake up your sleeping boyfriend who was just a foot away.

It was in this state of panic that the doll moved from its original spot. In the blink of an eye she was at the end her your bed, her eyes glowed more intensely in the dark as she stared you down.

Suddenly the lights from what could be the living or the kitchen or whatever else was out the apartment turned on. You only know this happened because you saw bright lights leaked into the bedroom from under the door. You bagan to hear voices. You couldn't make out the words and it didn't sound like anyone you knew, but there were so many sounds of people being in your home.

You continued to try to scream and kick the doll awake and wake up hyuk, but you couldn't move.

The lights from under the door began brighter and brighter and the voice began to to get louder and louder. The lights got so bright, it could project the shadows of the intruders in your homes. You saw there silhouettes on your wall, moving about the apartment. As their voices got more violent, the shadows multiplied and they all began to fight each other. The shouts soon turned into blood curdling screams as it began to sound like a murder was happened right outside your door.

The entire time the doll was slowly moving closer and closer to you until her face was up to yours.

Thankfully, hyuk rolled in his sleep and his leg hit yours, and that somehow broke the curse.

The doll was gone, the lights were gone, the voices stopped, and everything was calm the way it was supposed to be. Even better, you were able to move again.

Immediately you woke up your boyfrind. “Babe! Babe!” you whispered in a hush, paranoid the doll was  still in the room. “Wake up!” you begged as you shook him frantically.

“Huh? What?” he just graoned, barely able to wake up his eys consdiering hte heawvy sleeper eh was.

You proceeded to tell him what eve the heck just happened, very much noticing how craxy you saiounded once you said it all out loud.

He looked up at you, unphased by your words and panicked state. “Babe, chill. That sounds like a bad dream.” he simpley said.

“It wasnt just a bad dream hyuk!”

He rolled back over without a second thought. “Yeah it was, but everything is ok so just sleep.” he said as he knocked out again.

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[imababblekat]

Imagine Spilling To Wilford Your Insecurities About Yourself And Your Relationship

(A/N: Aw!! Thank you so much!! I’m really glad I was able to make your request enjoyable!!)

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Your eyes flitted over to the man sitting beside you, a content smile on his face as the lights of the tv radiated a glow over the both of you. This couldn’t be real. You had to be dreaming. Wilford was the first person you had ever been with, and as a year marked by in your relationship, doubts started to form in your mind. It wasn’t that people didn’t find you attractive or ask you out, no actually quite a few people had crushes on you. So why was it you turned them down and not him? Why was it you didn’t shrug and apologize at the pink mustached man when he asked to be your partner?

That strange feeling you couldn’t quite describe, but was certainly some form of discomfort began to bubble in your chest, and you couldn’t help but tense up. Wilford noticed this, sensing a slight tension beside him and seeing you close in on yourself. Being as thoughtful and caring as he was, Wilford thought that perhaps you were cold. A quick solution of throwing his arm around you and pulling you close would be just right, plus he could cuddle you!

While Wilford looked you over and took note of your growing discomfort, and made plans to easy you, your own thoughts were getting more vicious by the second. You remembered the countless times you turned away others, and the very few times you had been made a fool of by those you had just barely started to have feelings for. Those thoughts and memories started to poison the feelings of you and Wilford. As the storm cloud of what if’s got bigger, you suddenly felt a warm embrace wrap around your side, and you couldn’t help but snap back.

Your sudden jump and pull away from Wilfords loving touch shocked him. Your eyes just as equally wide as his, except your brows were furrowed. In questioning? No, not quite. Fear maybe? What ever the underlining expression was, it had Wilford immediately concerned and he quickly turned on the sofa to face you directly. You on the other hand, started to feel a bit of regret for having jumped away from the only person who seemed to care for you. . .or did he?

You bit your lip, trying to push back the negative waves and looked to the side.

“I-I’m sorry. You spooked me...”, you attempted an exscuse, but Wil could see right through it.

“(Y,n), what’s wrong?”, he asked gently.

Only Wilford could ever be this gentle with you...or was he just faking? You gritted your teeth, scooting closer to your edge of the couch.

“Nothings wrong Wilford. I’m fine.”, you pursed with a hard tone.

Yeah, no, something was definitely wrong. Wilford knew how you tended to keep your feelings and thoughts locked away, having built a wall around your self in defense. It took him a while to get through, but even though he did, he found himself having to still push through to get things out of you.

“(Y,n), please, I know somethings wrong. I want to know what so I can make you feel better, or so that I can at least help in someway.”

You bit your lip once more, your thoughts and mind becoming more jumbled then before. He was just trying to look out for you. Or was he really just trying to find a weakness? No, he’s your boyfriend, and he wants the best for you. Or maybe he’s waiting for me to put my walls down so he can laugh; laugh like they did.

If there was one way to describe what was going on inside your head, it would basically be like having an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, both relentlessly going back and forth and causing such a great headache. And as those two both went on and on, and quickly got worse, you could no longer hold back and broke.

“Do you love me Wilford?!”

To this Wilford responded with silence. Not a silence in thinking, but in a silence of shock. Why would you ask such a thing? Of course he loved you! You were so perfect to him and it had been so long since he had begun to trust himself with having someone so close. He had lost really close ones before, and Wilford would die before losing you as well. If that didn’t prove his love for you, he didn’t know what would. Yet, he still had to ask why you would question such a thing, sitting forward to be closer in your presence.

“Of course I love you (y,n)! Why-why would you ask that?! Do...do you hate me?”

Just like his voice, your heart broke when hearing the ends of his sentence. You shook your head, in an attempt to try and rid of some of the crowded mess with in.

“No, Wilford, I don’t hate you at all! It’s just that-well I-I mean I-ugh!!”, you wanted to rip your hair out.

At this point everything you felt was so confusing, yet for some reason all made sense, and you hated it, because none of it felt good.

“It’s-it’s me Wilford!! It’s me! I’m the problem!”, you started, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes.

“I’ve never been in a relationship before, even though I’ve had plenty of opportunities to be!! And the few times that I found myself liking someone, it always ended with them laughing in my face before I could even get there name!! What it is about me that just-that just makes this so difficult?! I turn away those who saw something in me, but then I end up getting crushed by someone I so much as find cute! A-and I can’t help but feel like you’re leading me on to a grand finally we’re I’ll be the laughing stock of the century, b-but at the same time I know you wouldn’t do that, or at least I hope you wouldn’t! And that’s what I hate about myself! I hate how I have to question whether our love is real and it scares me! I’m the problem Wilford, not you!”

By the end, you were drowning in tears and sobs. Wilford just stared, his brows furrowed and taking in your words and the sight of your shaking frame. He reached out slowly, and slightly hesitated, before pushing on to pull you into a strong hold. You didn’t protest or jump away this time, in stead sobbing louder and clinging to his shirt and straps. Wilford continued to let you release the pent up tension and civil war you had been dealing with for god knows how long. It hurt him so much, knowing that you felt like this. Finding out that you hated your self so much and blamed yourself for an un-experienced love life and things of your past. It especially made him mad, knowing that there were people out there somewhere who had broke your heart before you even realized if you actually liked them.

Once your cries had quieted and came to small gasp of air and, or hiccups, Wilford slowly caressed your back and started to speak. His tone was calm and comforting, wanting each word to get across how he felt for you and to help carry your heavy heart.

“There’s nothing wrong with you (y,n). You’re not the problem of anything and certainly not yourself. It’s okay to turn away those you don’t like, romantically or not. It’s your life and you choose who you want to be with. I can’t tell you how lucky I am to be with you. You make me so happy, and make me feel like I actually have something of worth. It’s been so long since I’ve felt so close to someone, and I couldn’t be happier that it was you who said yes.”

Wilford gave you a moment to process what he just said, feeling your smaller hands clenched ever so slightly to his clothing. It made his heart flutter, knowing he was doing something right by the smallest of gestures from you.

“And as for your fear, it’s alright. I don’t blame you for questioning our relationship. As angry and infuriated that it makes me, it happened, you were hurt. I’m not sure how many times, but you had been. It’s natural for you to take a step back and sometimes be on your toes with something so new. Especially when anything like this before had ended in horrible laughter, and broken tears. Those jerks who didn’t even give you a chance made a big mistake. They never got to see just how special you are and how lucky they could have been. Though, I suppose I should thank them.”

You quirked a brow, sniffling and looking up from his wet stained shirt confusingly. Your cute expression of judgement had the hearty man let out a deep chuckle, the action sending soft vibrations that you could feel through your hands placed over his chest. Wilford lent down, slowly to place a long, tender, love filled kiss to your lips.

“If they hadn’t messed up, I would never have been able to give you my love.”

~xXx~