#definitely a sipping soda. not for chugging.

[miquellah]

consuming this alongside beef cup noodle to see what happens to my digestive system

#txt #definitely a sipping soda. not for chugging.

[multifandominfj]

A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter Fourteen: Let The Party Begin

“Okay everyone, they should be on their way.” Kelly announced. “Kara has no idea about any of this, and most of you she hasn’t seen since the wedding.”

“I gotta say, Lena sure knows how to throw a party.” Sara brings Ava a Martini while they wait.

“I loved your proposal, babe, but I’m even going to admit this has the makings of a Hallmark movie proposal. If that Hallmark movie were also based on fanfiction.” Ava commented.

“Those may be unrealistic…” Iris joins them at their table.

“But you have to admit, Kara and Lena are what those couples should be in the movies.” Sam finished Iris’s thought, practically the same thing.

On the far side of the room we’re Barry, Cat and Lois.

“Cat, I’m surprised with your busy schedule, you managed to make it tonight.” Lois brings over a Bourbon on the rocks for Cat.

“When my best reporter and Editor and Chief is getting engaged to the woman who single handedly helped jump start the re-brand of CatCo with her foundation’s feature piece on female run businesses, I made sure to make time.” Cat takes a long sip of her drink.

“Come on, Miss Grant.” Barry gave her a knowing look. Kara had told him many stories about how Cat genuinely cared, she just had her image to upkeep.

“Oh, sweet, innocent, slightly naïve Bartholomew. If I didn’t know any better, you were acting like an alternate universe version of that charming insect man in those comic books movies; who most definitely drank the blood of a vampire to look as good as he does, to get me to reveal how I’m really feeling...”

Lois was the human embodiment of the wide eyed emoji. She was dying to see how this would play out.

“That, my dear human battery charger, is between Kiera and I. But, if it will satisfy the very clear, and annoyingly eager newborn puppy energy radiating off you…I am…beyond happy for the both of them.” Cat chugged the rest of her Bourbon. “Excuse me, I’m going to go take advantage of the open bar.”

Stifling her laughter from not only the reveal of Barry’s full name, but Cat reading him to filth, Lois had a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Bartholomew? Oh, I’m never going to let that go.”

Over by the window in one of the more lounge areas, Nia and Esme were having some girls' time. “Here you go Esme, one Dream Girl.” Nia sets before her a tall glass of a lemon-lime soda, blueberry simple syrup and blue curaçao syrup with a blueberry garnish; the virgin mocktail of her actual drink.

“They gave you your own drink, Aunt Nia?” Esme stared at both in awe. “Have you had one before? I would be bragging about it all the time.” Picking up the drink, she took a big sip to savor.

“It is pretty cool, isn’t it?” Nia gleefully took a sip of her own cocktail as she waited for the verdict from Esme. “So, what do you think?”

“It is the best thing in National City, ever.” Esme giggled. “Do you think Aunt Kara is going to like the surprise?

“Not only do I think your Aunt Kara is going to like the party with all of us here, I think she’s going to like the way your Aunt Lena is going to ask her to marry her.” The plot twist: Lena had texted Nia that day that she had learned “Will you Marry Me?” in Kryptonian to surprise Kara. Just another layer to make the night memorable.

And closer to the doors were J’onn, Ruby, Kelly and Alex. “So Ruby, your mom told me that you managed to get an internship with Lena at her Foundation?” Kelly slides that into their conversation.

“I did!” Ruby loved telling people about her job for two reasons: she wanted to inspire others, and she wanted to make a difference in the world. “For my Business Administration class we had to write a paper on our favorite CEO, and…I actually chose Aunt Lena. I actually brought that as her engagement party present. And, for Aunt Kara I got her a cookbook that has all different kinds of potsticker recipes.”

“I think she just put everyone here to shame when it comes to gifts.” Alex jokingly nudged her shoulder. “But seriously, those are some of the best ideas I’ve heard, and I know they’re going to love them.”

“And I think I speak for everyone not only at this table, but everyone here in general, that this party is the culmination of a long and winding history that has ended with hardly any stress.” Nobody said it, but J’onn had definitely jinxed it.

“Attention everyone!” Brainy had come in from outside, watching for Kara and Lena. “Kara and Lena have landed a block away and there is a 96.4% chance they will see the rest of you if you don’t get to the designated hidden area behind the wall.”

“I guess that's our cue.” Iris starts to lead everybody in that direction.

“That means we better hide too. Kara doesn’t even know we’re here.” Kelly picked up Esme as the immediate family went to a different designated area.

“I think Aunt Kara is going to be speechless, which is a first since she likes to talk a lot.” Esme jokingly burned her family, another Danvers thing she picked up rather quickly.

“I think you might be right, kiddo.” Alex gave Kelly a look as if to say, “She gets that from me, and I apologize in advance.” all while stifling a chuckle.

*Meanwhile outside the door*

“I still can’t believe you managed to get the whole restaurant…just for us.” Kara stared up at the iridescent neon sign above them, before meeting Lena’s gaze once more. “I know I say this all the time, but you’re incredible.”

“You’re worth it, Kara. Always have been.” And as she opened the door, and they both stepped inside in unison…

“SURPRISE!!!!!”

“Oh my god!” Kara’s identifiable cackling through her shock was her sign that she definitely loved the surprise. “How did you get everyone here?” Everyone filed over to give Kara a hug.

“Well, it’s not every day one of your friends decides to not only reveal their identity, but get an entire spread in a magazine as well? We had to come.” Sara’s signature dimples accompanied her to give Kara a hug. “Might I add, those photos…I may be married, but I stand by what I said when we first met.” They both then exchanged a knowing grin.

“Now that everyone is here, I think we can get this party started.” Alex declared throughout the entire room.

“Alex is right.” Kara was already at the center of the dance floor. “Brainy, please tell me you have a good playlist on that computer of yours.”

“Fear not, for I have several that are a 100% chance to have everyone getting down at the gig, as they would say on this Drag Race.”

Nia nods with approval at the use of vocab.

With the push of a button, everyone was immediately having fun. All inhibitions were gone, and the guests were being absolutely ridiculous in the best possible way.

“So what time do you plan on popping the question?” Cat pulled Lena aside before they joined in the fun.

“Before dessert.” Lena quickly answered, having thought to herself she’d hesitate.

“As much as that sounds like something out of an Indie Rom Com, that’s perfect. Especially for Kiera. Cat cracked a rare, unforced smile. And in front of Lena.

“Thank you, Miss Grant.” Lena hung back a bit, just to watch the love of her life, be the absolute goofball she fell for in the first place. And within the next few hours of everyone eating, drinking and dancing the night away, they would all be present for a declaration of love for the ages.

Here is Chapter 14, guys! Sorry I didn’t post it yesterday, I ended up getting busy. Anyways, hope you enjoy. 🤗

#supergirl #supercorp #supercorp endgame #supergirl cw #katie mcgrath #lena luthor #kara danvers #melissa benoist #fanfic #fanfiction #my otp #i miss them #they own my heart #future writers in the writers room #author in the making #queer writers #all of the fluff and cuteness before the angst #i love proposals

[nothere2010-blog]

determined continued

After a month of all that extra not yielding any real results other than softening up. He had been a bit discouraged and had stopped checking his progress. But he kept up the routine. He was so used to his jeans being tight due to constant eating that he failed to notice the little lip of fat that had appeared. It kissed his waistband delicately, as he chugged his last shake of the day. 

Despite his puny three pound weight gain he still loved the feeling of accomplishment that came from being so painfully stuffed. Tonight he didn’t feel that feeling as well. He frowned and reached for his water. The tightness of his belly was not up to par. It needed it to hurt. He sat up as he drank. He felt his belly filling with so much water. It pushed over his waistband but he still hadn’t hit that sweet spot. He needed more. He couldn’t sleep without it. 

He unbuttoned his jeans and was disappointed that his belly had even more room now. He needed more. It wasn’t enough. Could he do another shake? He rubbed his tummy trying to gage the fullness. It still didn’t feel that different. How was he not bigger? Another shake should help. 

A little more. He could do more. He definitely could. As long as he kept telling himself that he could do more. The way the icecream filled him up was intoxicating. He lovingly rubbed his food baby. He burped loudly upon finishing and then was hit with a cramp when he tried to eat more. He kept trying for more. He hurt but he needed to push his limits. No pain no gain.

He held the next bite in his mouth forcing it to go down. There was no more room. He felt sick. He felt huge. He felt out of control. So much pain. He groaned and tried to get comfortable to sleep. But ended up just laying there and regretting the decision to eat like this. And he knew he would regret it if it didn’t stay down. 

He had never been more full in his life and yet here he was nursing another shake waiting for dinner. He couldn’t even get to the button on his jeans. So he just lay there suffering. Today he had made a pig of himself. Apparently today was a common birthday. Meaning three classes where he gorged himself along with his shake and his own lunch after that he felt compelled to eat out of curiosity. 

He rubbed his middle as he sipped at his shake. He never thought that the word diet would fill him with such arousal. “Do you want this? I’m on a diet.” He had gladly accepted the offerings. Three extra slices of pizza and cake plus soda all in one hour. It certainly made class titillating. 

more of this is on fantasyfeeder by Natatat

#fantasy feeder #weight gain story #belly play #fat belly #male wg

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

More rambling about Eddie? 🤲🏻

Okay I got you 🙏

I’m probably going to be adding onto this random throughout the day so sorry if it takes forever

Some of these are like headcanons I’ve seen in tiktok but no one has elaborated on them so here is my elaborating on it bc it I want it I’m gonna have to do it myself 😢😢😢

Ok he is very so much the type to shove his finger in your nose and then try to shove it in your mouth

Like why is he so dirty? We don’t know

And literally plot a Wet Willy for a whole entire five minutes, just sucking his pointer finger to make sure it’s wet before he comes up behind you while you’re doing your hair and shoving his finger in your ear and then act like it’s wrong for you to be grossed out by it

And he would act like suck a toddler

“Watch me watch me. Stop doing that. Look at me!” And then he would chug a whole beer and burp out his ABCs

And he’s so the type that you have to force to drink water (I hate those ppl I’m so sorry but plz stop drinking your 8th soda and just take one sip of water) because all he drinks is beer and Dr Pepper and he’s like “water has no flavor??”

No and he’s so dirty

Like he will just fart so loud and continue on like nothing happened while you’re there gasping for air and trying to breath through the green fog and he’s like “stop being dramatic 😒” and force out another fart just to fan it towards you

We’ve only been talking about sweet/horny Eddie so I’m happy we’ve gotten it out of the way how he really would be

He has no table matters and eats fast as hell and loud as hell and once he’s done he’s like “are you gonna eat that?” When you’re mid bite

And he would have such a bad habit of leaving the door open when he was peeing and then you both make eye contact like 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️

And you would be like “I’m going to change” or smth and then five minutes later he would barge in the door like he didn’t know

And his favorite form of affection to give you? Not a kiss or a hug- it’s actually a noogie or a bite :)

And he’s so the type to literally just sit there with his hand down his pants while you are watching a movie or smth and when he sees that you are giving him a dirty look he’s like “what? Like you don’t y’okay with your pubes 😂😒”

“I dont. Go wash your hands before you touch me.”

And when he leans in for a kiss right before your lips touch he blows a burp in your face

How sweet

Or he’ll just blow one in your face and walk away like “you just got pranked”

And he will push you over and almost (or will just go for it) and push you off of the bed just so he can get comfortable

And he would rough house with you like you were his brother or smth 😭

Like yank you up and body slam you onto the bed and he’d laugh at all your attempts to punch him

And then you’d act like he actually hurts you and he’d like “okay, let me see shithead. I didn’t want to actually hurt you. Let me see it.” And then you choke slam him on the bed

And everytime you try to take a photo of him he flips you off or does the devil horns

And every time you say I love you he can’t just say it back normally he’s like “whatever. I love you too asshole.”

He definitely wakes you up at like 2am and he’s like “get proper clothes on. We’re going to McDonald’s.“

And he will complete tune you out while he plays guitar

Especially if he is learning something new. You could literally be screaming and he turns back to you like “did you hear something?”

And this man is such a himbo like idk

Crop tops 24/7 but he never wears them outside of the comfort of his own home

But everytime your there he’s always in a crop top and just boxers or maybe pajama pants, probably shoving a bowl of cereal in his face

He’s also probably one of those those people who drinks the cereal milk out of the bowl and his a milk mustache and doesn’t even bother to wipe it

And he drinks milk and OJ out of the carton and when he sees that dirty look on your face he pulls it away, out of breath like “oh did you want some?”

And this man can dress like such a whore in the summer

Shorts with flannels completely unbuttons, tattoos on display while he manspreads… 😕😓😓

And he brings you along anytime he gets a new tattoo

And it’s like from one of his uncles friends in a shady ass place but they turn out how he wants them so he doesn’t mind

And sometimes he really is soft and cute

Pulling your head onto his lap and playing with your hair, draping a blanket over you and letting you fall asleep in his lap

Coming over to his trailer after work and you’re all tired and he’s like “😕 baby C’mere, let me get you In bed.”

He ALWAYYYSSS smells like weed

Like weed and cigarettes is his signature scent

And I feel like he gets comfortable at your house quick, like with your parents and stuff

He’s always bringing you random things like a cat

Like he will come back in from smoking a cigarette and he will be like “here. Take these.” And it’s like a big ass rock and some bird feathers

And he makes you take walks into the woods just so he can go get rocks from the creek

Even at night like he will get a big ass flashlight and vodka your hand the whole way but he’s still like “are you really that scared, shithead?”

And he will get so excited everytime he sees you at corroded coffin gigs he get so excited and almost fucks up playing but he gives you one of those close mouthed smiles with his eyebrows all high

Even though you come to every single gig

And he’s always smearing eyeliner on his waterline and then when he pokes his eye he screams for at least ten minutes

Always kissing your neck and loves to nibble at your ears 🫶

And he likes to slip his hand up your shirts when you cuddle so he can rub at your hip or belly 😢

Gets so dramatic when you have to leave in the morning and will grab the handcuffs from the night before 👀 and handcuff his wrist to yours

He will lick over your face instead of giving you a kiss like you thought

And stuff like that will result in a “I hate you” and he’s like “no”

“Yes”

“No”

“You love me”

“No”

“You love me so much it hurts”

He can actually sing really well but every time he notices that you are listening when he’s playing a little song and he’s like “get out of my room stop trying to embarrass me”

“Nooo, you sounded good baby”

“Shut up shithead”

And he calls himself daddy to you even thought you guys are not into that 😭

Like he’s sitting on the couch and smoking a cigarette and you break a nail or start bleeding and he just holds the cigarette in his mouth “let daddy see it”

He lets his sweatpants fall low on his hips when he’s walking around shirtless and does not care to pull them up 😢

I have nothing else to say

#Eddie munson #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson x reader

[judgementdaysunshine]

Misteltoe and Chocolate kisses

Pairing: Lilian Garcia x Fem reader

Description: While at a WWF Christmas party, your friends help you and Lilian confess your feelings for each other with Hershey kisses and misteltoe

"You still haven't said anything?!" you slightly choke on your wine as you sit next to Bradshaw and Farooq who were two of your many dear friends in your personal and professional life as a wrestler. They were slightly frustrated and surprised that you still hadn't told your friend Lilian that you had feelings for her, you walk to the next room using the restroom and grabbing soda smiling when you see lilian in the doorway sipping on champagne while talking to Edge and Christian who were also two friends of yours and lilian as well noticing the familiar mischievous glint in their eyes raising a brow before edge hands you hershey kisses and the two leave going to talk with Test and Val Venis leaving both of you confused until a chuckling JR says "You can't walk away from the misteltoe" you both turn shades of rosy pink and light red seeing the misteltoe above the two of you choking quickly grabbing a sip of water before eating a hershey kiss trying not to lose your cool because your heart was going to explode any minute. The chants of your friends for the two of you to kiss thanks to Stephanie and Trish definitely wasn't helping matters for the two of you as you both look at the group then each other flipping them off as you chug champagne while lilian chewed bubblegum really wanting to disappear or hide in a hole smirking at each of them as you whisper to lilian to turn away quickly turning the lights on and blinding them with a small spotlight before the two of you were running out of the building laughing carrying champagne, chocolate, and your purses driving away in your car with Hand in my pocket by Alanis Morisette playing on the radio walking around in a park as the snow falls sharing soda, champagne, and the rest of the hershey kisses turning your head with one halfway in your mouth making lilian giggle before the unexpected happens. She slowly leans forward as her warm ungloved hand caresses your slightly cold face before holding your face kissing you softly and tenderly wrapping your arms around her shoulders smiling as the kiss grows heated for a few minutes spending the rest of the night at her house watching movies going into the arena the next day hand in hand where you see edge, bradshaw, farooq, christian, Lita, and trish with smiles and looks of "Finally" and "Thank God" mixed on their faces as the two of you talked before she went down to the announcement table with jr and King while you stretched, changed, and waited for your match against Jacqueline smiling big after winning the match climbing out of the ring only to share a hug with lilian smiling and whispering to her "Ignore them if they want to talk bad then let them let's let them" melting in the sweet kiss as the crowd goes wild, king loses it with yells of surprise and joy, all your friends lose their minds some of them running to the ring and pulling you both into a massive group hug, and jr looking on with a fond smile "This Christmas is turning out absolutely wonderful for Mrs Lilian Garcia and Y/N Y/L".

#lilian garcia #wwe x reader #wwe #lilian garcia x reader

[abellystuffingblog]

That's a good boy~

You better remember to have an extra large sip of your drink with every bite, so that your stomach swells beyond proportion by the time you're done... You'll have to waddle back and forth to your fridge every time you need a new drink, so you really can feel how big you're getting~

If there's not a video of you stuck in your seat, moaning and panting by the end of the night, you're not full enough, remember that~ 😈

And only good, beached piggies get belly rubs, and you're a good piggy, right? 😘

~🦄

Don’t worry 🦄 after every bit of that pizza I’ll chug some soda, surely that’ll swell and distend my gut just the way you want 🥵🐷

Y’all will definitely get that video of me loaning, panting, sweating and struggling to do anything after eating myself into a comatose state 🥵🐷 I’m a good piggy 🐷

#me #ask

[youre-in-big-trouble]

yesterday, i had two (almost three!) accidents... both before work!

i was asked to drink 80oz of water. i think, at MOST, i can hold 60oz at once? but that has to be a slow, loooong stretch of my bladder... this time? i was being asked to chug.

while having a snack, i down was able to down two of the four 20oz bottles i needed to polish off. the third took a little longer... and before i had it down, i was already feeling pressure building in my bladder.

i snagged a soda, so id be more encouraged to Drink! ... buuut, after i got halfway done with it, i was told by the person guiding me that, soda definitely isnt water. and, they asked me to drink water!

so, 9oz of extra diuretic are in me. no biggie! just gotta finish my water before it catches up with me!

i manage to finish my third water, and chug half of my fourth while working on a project at my desk. by now, im kinda... letting my legs wiggle back and forth... but, im still alright! just noticing how much the band of my work pants is cutting into me.

oh! yeah, i had already gotten on some of my work clothes before holding. extra incentive not to have any unplanned spills, yknow?

by now, i think 1.5 hrs, maybe 2, had passed? i was sipping my last water, and was told i had to refill my bottle and drink one more before i could go into the bathroom. ... mind you, i wasnt being allowed to GO yet, just being allowed to stand in the bathroom.

so i downed the last of that bottle and filled up my fifth. 108oz, all getting crammed into me. with how strong my urge to GO was getting, i had no choice but to drink this one as fast as possible... i could feel how full and sloshy my tummy was, which complimented the firm stiffness of my bladder nicely.

by now, i was having trouble standing up straight. after finishing my water, i hobbled into the bathroom. not really at risk of leaking just yet... until i was asked to turn my tap on warm and stick my hand under it.

so now, i can only hold with one hand, and i was using it to type! so, NO hands, really... crossing my legs tight, wiggling from side to side... after a few minutes of this, i asked to take my pants down, and they said i COULD... if i sat on the toilet for a second and dripped warm water over myself.

my bladder was swollen, and protested this grumpily! especially when i stood back up and pulled my boxers up without letting any pee out... thankfully, i earned a reward for being such an amicable young fellow! ... another bottle of water to drink. which would put me at 128oz dumped into me. oh, and, i still had that soda from earlier to finish! which meant WELL over a gallon of fluid. probably around 137oz.

by now, the water was really getting to me. i could feel my knees shaking, and my urethea muscles were getting tired from how much was pressing down against them. buuut, i couldnt GO until i finished my fluids...

with my legs crossed, i DOWNED that last water! legs double-crossed, i felt myself starting to leak... i was directed to put a bucket under myself, and to keep holding it! even after that last sip was gone, they still wanted me to fill it back up... slowly... with warm water...

those last few minutes of a hold are magical to me. where your muscles are STRAINING, trying so hard to follow your orders... but, slowly and surely, you can feel them giving out. just for a split second at first. then, again. again, longer, a second. longer, longer, until a drip of pee sneaks out...

but theres no relief in dripping. it just makes my boxers warm and wet... i yanked them down, squatting over my bucket to prevent myself from making a massive mess. i still didnt give my body permission to go, even as dripping turned into trickling, and finally... a big, full-force and orgasmic gush.

i was barely able to bare down and stop that one, and as soon as i did? i lost control again. piss hissed against the side of my container, and this time, i felt the relief... even if i hadnt permitted it.

after the third, maybe forth, big spurt, i was finally told to push the rest out as hard as i could. i sighed, tearing up and shaking as i finally emptied my aching bladder... SO good, better than any orgasm...

according to my measurements, i probably had about 50oz in my bladder when i finally broke. ... which meant i still had 87oz of fluid working through me. at LEAST another bladderful, maybe two!

... wanna guess how long it took for me to have to go again?

[part 2!]

#omorashi #bathroom control #bladder control #pee holding #full bladder #hold #story #live hold

[enstarsomo]

Sorry I haven't posted in a while; I've been busy and had no inspiration 🥲 Anyways, this account is basically Valk omo not enstars omo rn so I wrote a fic with Eve. This time both of them are desperate because I thought it would be a fun dynamic. Hope you like it <3 (sorry if they're a little ooc, this is basically my first time writing non-Valk characters)

~~~

Jun and Hiyori were on their way back from a live but a road accident had made traffic come to a crawl on what was already a relatively long drive. The two sat in the back of a cab, talking to pass the time as the car barely crept forward. Hiyori was complaining about the traffic, which wasn't a surprise, although he was definitely acting more agitated than his usual lighthearted self. He moaned on about how slow they were moving and how he wanted to get home, seeming really impatient with his body language. His foot constantly tapped the floor and he wouldn't sit still for even a minute straight. Jun wasn't paying full attention to him, mostly just nodding along, as there was something else occupying his mind. He needed to pee, badly. He had felt a slight urge while they were leaving the venue but didn't want to seem childish by asking Hiyori if they could stop by a restroom, figuring he could hold it fine until they retured. Of course, now he deeply regretted making that decision. They were nowhere near their destination and the traffic was only slowing down if anything; unlike the traffic however, his aching bladder showed no signs of stopping its pleas for relief. He pressed his thighs together to try easing the pain but it hardly did anything.

"Jun-kun," Hiyori called suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts. His voice sounded troubled.

"What?"

Jun glanced over at Hiyori who had his legs not so covertly crossed.

"I need to pee," he admitted bluntly, seemingly unembarrassed by it; although, his cheeks were slightly tinted red.

Seeing someone else desperate didn't help Jun's own case, but it did reassure him a little to know that he wasn't alone in this. He didn't know what to say though.

"Uh, are you okay?" he asked awkwardly.

"Very obviously not!" Hiyori snapped. "I'm gonna piss myself!"

Jun chuckled. "Ok, calm down, I'm sure you won't piss yourself."

Hiyori's tone shifted to a solemn one.

"Jun, I wasn't joking... I don't know if I can hold it much longer..."

It was always hard to tell whether Hiyori was being melodramatic or not, but it was clear that he wasn't exaggerating this time. He really was worried he might not make it. Jun felt bad for not taking him seriously before.

"Hahh!" Hiyori exclaimed, jamming his hands between his legs.

Jun slid closer to him, concerned. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Hiyori lowered his voice to a quiet whisper. "I-I leaked..."

His eyes were wide as he stared ahead at nothing. He was nearing his limit, and fast. Jun couldn't leave his friend like this. He knew he had to help him somehow. Just then, he remembered that he left a half-finished bottle of soda in the duffel bag they used to carry their stage costumes. While Hiyori looked on with confusion, he opened the bag, pulled out the bottle, and forced himself to chug down the remaining liquid. Each sip felt like torture to his bladder but he managed to drink it all.

"Here," he said, handing the empty bottle to Hiyori.

Hiyori looked hesitant to accept it, but quickly realised he had no other choice. He started uncapping the bottle then stopped halfway through.

"What about the noise- the driver will hear and-"

"Don't worry," Jun cut him off. "He won't say anything, and if he does, he'll have to deal with me."

"Ok," Hiyori breathed.

As discreetly as possible, he started peeing into the bottle. The stream started off weak as he was still nervous, but it quickly picked up once his body got a taste of much needed relief. He steadily filled the bottle until the stream, thankfully, died down right before the top. With shaking hands, he put the cap back on, his breathing still unsteady. He turned his attention back to Jun only to see him him holding himself while hunched over. Hearing Hiyori pee had put him over the edge and he couldn't hide his desperation anymore.

"Jun-kun..." Hiyori began. "Why didn't you say that you needed to pee too? Why did you give the bottle to me when you could've used it?"

Jun was too far gone to answer. He shut his eyes, whimpering quietly as he clutched himself tighter.

"Ohii-san, I'm sorry," he muttered.

Hiyori didn't understand why he was apologising at first, but then he noticed the yellow puddle that was quickly growing underneath him. Jun was wetting himself. The seats were leather so the urine pooled on top rather than getting absorbed, dripping down to the floor. Jun involuntarily burst into tears, which made him feel even more humiliated; not only had he wet himself like a child, but now he was also crying like one. Hiyori waited until his friend was completely done peeing to speak again.

"Hey, don't cry, it's okay," he comforted.

"But what about th-"

"The driver? I'll pay him, and if he says anything, he'll have to deal with me," Hiyori smiled.

Despite his face still being stained with tears, Jun smiled back.

#omocute #omorashi #sfw omorashi #fictomo #enstars #enstars omorashi #jun sazanami #hiyori tomoe #ensemble stars #hiyojun

[erigold13261]

(TW: unreality) Jogo said he likes stronger drinks, Hanami said she doesn't care, and Mahito is adding... tabasco? to your lemonade booze!

Jogo can go drink the fucking tequila and hard liquor my sister has then lol, because these 5% lemonades aren't gonna do shit for him unless he chugs a whole case of them (which I'm not letting him do because I want them lol, he can take shots downstairs in the kitchen if he wants to).

Hanami is just taking sips from my drinks every so often. It's really cute when she does slightly like a drink more than neutral and ends up taking more sips than usual. I love her so much. She doesn't seem as into the lemonade drink I have right now compared to my some of the wines I've had. Maybe because it is a little weaker than my usual drink or maybe because it's more like soda, she won't tell me, she just keeps saying it's fine but she's barely sipped my drink! D:

Yooo! I need to have my sister make her spicy alcohol drink for Mahito! I'm sure he'd like it if he's being a freak an adding tobasco into his drink (which I'm sure is a legitimate alcoholic drink somewhere, but probably not with lemonade lol). I'm sure he'd appreciate something more cohesive than lemonade alcohol and tobasco (I definitely stopped him from trying to add tobasco to my drink, because I swear I would smack him upside the head with the bottle if he put that shit in my drink!).

Dagon, sweet baby, he's not caring for the drinks at all. Pretty sure they just don't like alcohol at all. Gotta make sure they don't throw up because that will be a lot to clean considering they ate some leftovers that were about to go bad recently.

Fucking Mahito just tried to put tobasco into my drink again, I gotta chug this shit before he ruins it! Or at least keep it safe until Hanami comes back to help protect my drink, she's helping Jogo make a drink right now :3

#unreality #eritalks #jjktalk #noart #asks

[bantinglikewilliam]

My first Banting dinner! Pepperoni, leftover palak, three little rusk like crackers, claret, sparkling water, and other food tbd, probably gyro slices. Tea not pictured because I chugged it, Constant Comment is lit.

So I made several mistakes and had several victories today.

Mistakes:

- Reorganizing kitchen so no way to cook right now, and I did not sleep well, so when I got hungry I also got lazy. I had a few ounces of butter, a protein shake and half a small bag of keto almond crackers like I would normally do keto. By 8pm I had a stomachache, a mild headache, and burps. It was almost 12 hours in between meals which I think was a big mistake because I was active and moving about for hours. I don't do well if I don't sleep more than 6 hours and don't eat during the day. Breakouts, colds, all kinds of mildly annoying things happen. Since eating my symptoms have improved greatly, but after eating everything on the plate except the salmon and most of the two beverages I'm still feeling bloated and will have more baking soda water apres diner.

- Forgot salmon was forbidden. I didn't have a problem not eating it though- this was a different brand of smoked salmon than I usually buy and it smelled and tasted like ointment, so I only had a small bite. I'm gonna take it back, it's that bad, I wouldn't even give it to my dog as a treat.

- Thought I had berries in the fridge, but they were moldy.

Victories:

- I had never heard of Claret, and so imagine my surprise when I found it at Walmart. I read up on it and was prepared to buy Bordeaux or Merlot or Cabernet Sauvignon, but Francis Coppola made it easy! It's smooth and very good, not too sweet or acidic.

- Walmart had Claret, and I found a rustic style Italian bread without any added sugar, but they did not have melba toast or anything like it. I wanted my crackers though, so I bought one of those meat and cheese to-go snack packs. They were very, very dry, but a little garlicky, and I felt like a rebel. In fact, I think I'm going to determine exactly how much one ounce of bread is, toast it up, and munch on it while I continue to sip my first glass of claret and enjoy some gyro meat. The wine is surprisingly filling, but I'm definitely still hungry!

#bantingdinner #claret #bantinglikewilliam #banting #thegreatbantinglikewilliamexperiment #thegreatbantingexperiment #lowcarb #modifiedketo #pepperoni #lacroix #rusks #spinach #diet #williambanting

[damnedparker]

she's the prettiest girl at the party, and she can prove it with a solid right hook

pairing: tasm (andrew garfield) peter parker x reader (gender neutral; no y/n. i know the title uses she/her pronouns but it's just for the title lol. from this song. actual fic has no pronouns or any gendered terms!) warnings: big warning for a creepy man. being spit on. nothing too graphic. you stand up for yourself. swearing. i think that's it. let me know if i missed anything. summary: this is the absolute last time you'll ever go to a party.

Another groan left your lips when you checked your phone for about the thousandth time since you had walked through the door of this crowded, sweaty apartment. You hated parties. Especially when you were by yourself. Usually, you would deny the invitation the same day you received one, but your friend was graduating, and you figured you would feel even worse than you did at the present time if you didn’t at least come to say hello. And, in said situation where you had to go, you would most definitely convince someone to go along with you, but you tried multiple friends, and pestered Peter a million times about it.

Needless to say, it didn’t work out, and you were now standing in the corner, hiding yourself by the stairs with a sad, flat cup of soda in your hand.

It’s not like Peter had said no out of a personal preference, crime had been wild lately and he had been chasing a lead on some new science experiment gone wrong tonight. He said he would try and show up, but you knew how he kept his Spider-Man hours too well to have much hope it would pan out. You didn’t blame him, never could for the amount of care he gives people so selflessly, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him desperately.

If Peter were here, he’d be murmuring dumb little jokes in your ear, arm slung over your shoulders. He’d people watch with you, making up stupid voices and filling in imaginary dialogue just to get even the smallest of laughs out of you. And his presence alone would have probably run off the guy that had been making eyes at you from across the room for ten minutes now. But, alas, you were alone at a party in the corner, so that meant you were free meat to any drunk buffoon who happened to see you.

And oh no, this buffoon was making a beeline for you.

“Need a refill?” Mr. Buffoon asked, a drunk grin spreading across his face. You gave the politest smile you could muster, bordering on grimace, and added a curt no before trying to slip away. He managed to catch your wrist before you could leave. And now you very much realized you would feel less bad than you do now if you had simply disappointed your friend and not showed up. “So, what’s a lovely little thing like you doing here all alone?”

“Avoiding people.” You let out bluntly. The guy just laughed, bumping into you like he was some kind of friend. You frowned when sticky drops of whatever concoction he was chugging flicked across your arm at his movements.

“Lone wolf, huh? You’re lucky, that’s just my type.”

“Oh, I’m the luckiest person in the world.” You raised your eyebrows, sarcasm smothering your tone. You took a sip of your sad drink. Might as well add to your misery.

Buffoon continued to drag on and on, pushing shitty compliments and flirts your way every so often. Every time you tried to turn and leave he’d reach out and grab your wrist, tighter and tighter, to pull you back. It was annoying how helpless you felt. You hadn’t said anything the whole time aside from when he first walked up. He must have been either completely wasted or totally socially unaware (likely both), because nothing seemed to give him a clue that you would rather be anywhere else right now.

Finally, after another five minutes of droning on with his slimy hand gripping far too snugly on your wrist, the other touching far too close to your ass, you had enough. Before you knew it, the rest of your flat, depressing soda was dripping from his face as you seethed out the words you had wanted to say since the second he laid his cold eyes on you.

“Buzz off, asshat, I’m not going to fuck you.” He seemed shocked, somehow, despite the rest of the red flags you were waving directly in his face. Then his expression turned something a lot more frightening.

“Bitch.” Was apparently the only thing he could think of next.

And then: spit. Right in your face.

Then he was on the floor.

Your chest heaved with anger at what he had just done, the new pain in your right hand burning with just the same fire. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down, then felt your body get jerked, head smacking into the side of the banister. That asshole had the nerve to lay his hands on you again.

This time, his nose made a crack. You only felt a little bad, quickly escaping to the kitchen before he could follow.

You sucked in air through your teeth at the dull pain in your head, contrasting the searing pain in your knuckles. Again, you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as you leaned forward, hands on the counter to steady yourself. Adrenaline coursed through your veins. Your hands were trembling. You weren’t scared, or even regretful, in fact you felt justified, but the whole experience had sure struck a nerve.

A few minutes later, you had managed to calm yourself down enough to feel mildly normal again. And then fingertips brushed your waist, someone starting a greeting. They never got to finish before your already sore fist met their face, square in the nose. Your eyes widened as you fully comprehended who it was, beginning to frantically apologize. Peter squeezed his eyes shut in pain, waving you off.

"I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that, it's my bad..." He trailed off, taking in the sight of your already bruising knuckles as you covered your mouth in shock, as well as the red fingerprints painting your wrist and the small cut on your temple. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, the way he set his jaw, beginning to fill in the gaps in his head. You moved towards him calmly.

"Peter," you took his face in your hands, partially to calm him down, partially to make sure he didn't go anywhere. "I am completely and totally okay. I just... got into a little fight."

"Little? You're hurt." He worried. His eyebrows pulled together, a frown tugged at his lips. One that was far too cute for how seriously concerned he was.

"You should see the other guy." You chuckled. Peter's serious expression didn't change.

"Maybe I will."

"Peter," you said his name, sternly this time, in an effort to push away whatever vaguely threatening thoughts were swimming in his head. "I can take care of myself. I mean, I already did. Pretty sure I broke the guy's nose." Your boyfriend cocked an eyebrow at you, half proud and half not quite sure he heard you right. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. "I may have done the same to you." You mumbled, reaching for the paper towels nearby when crimson began running down his upper lip. You tilted his head back, helping to clean him up.

"I'm a broken nose veteran, and I can tell you my nose is definitely still intact. You just gave me a little nosebleed, no biggie," He squeezed your shoulder in reassurance, leaning against the counter with his head still back. "What happened, baby?"

"Well... someone may or may not have been trying to flirt with me a little too... physically... and so I told him off a little harshly because it had been going on for like twenty minutes... and then he may have... spit on me," you could feel the frustration radiating off of Peter as soon as you said the last part. You scooted closer to him, hopping up on the counter to wrap an arm around his middle. Your chin came to rest on his shoulder. "Before I knew what happened I just swung. Hit him right in the nose. He pushed me into the stairs so I hit him again, then he started crying, like a little kid. I almost felt bad for a second. After that, he just ran off."

"Jesus," was all Peter said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Just a little shaken up,” you shrugged, rubbing his back and enjoying the feel of his warmth against you. It was grounding. "I'm really happy to see you."

"I would say the same if I could properly see past my stupid nose," he referred to the way his head was still tilted back. His eyes strained to look at you. You smiled at his genuine frustration, kneeling on the counter so you were hovering over his face. You gave him a quick peck on the lips, then the cheek. He let out a laugh while he slowly moved his head back down to a natural position. A few sniffles later, after confirming there was no more blood, he sent you a soft smile, one that was laced with pride.

"I'm sorry I punched you."

"Don't worry about it, babe," he shook his head. "It was kind of hot."

"I don't know if I should be flattered or concerned."

"You should definitely be flattered, I get punched a lot and it's never had that effect on me." He let one of those signature Peter grins take over his face, one that made you feel like you were floating in the clouds. "Now, let me see that right hook, Rocky." Your boyfriend pushed himself from the counter. He nudged your legs open so he could stand between them to examine your wounds.

"I'm fine--" You cut yourself off with a hiss when he gently prodded at your bruising knuckles. He gave you an apologetic look before reaching over to an ice chest that was nestled nearby with the party's supply of drinks. He made you a makeshift ice pack with some of the cubes, wrapped in a kitchen towel that he'd judged as mostly clean. The ice soothed your aching joints almost immediately.

Peter moved on to the cut on your head, courtesy of the banister of the stairs that you had made contact with. His fingers were ever so soft in their movements, whispers of touches, for fear of causing you more pain. You had to admit, your head was throbbing a bit from the injury, but not enough to be concerning to you.

"Hold on," his tongue peeked out of his lips as he dug in his pocket for something. Eventually, he retrieved an only slightly crumpled, but still packaged Hello Kitty band-aid with a small aha! "There we go," he murmured as he smoothed it over the cut, sealing the care with a gentle kiss. "All better."

"Thanks, bug," you murmured. He just shrugged, almost sheepishly.

"I don't like that you're hurt, but it does feel good to pay you back for always taking care of me when I'm all beat up," he sighed. He caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, leaning in closer. "I'm glad you're okay. And that you gave that guy what he deserved, for the record." The pride swelled in his chest as he looked at you with wide, eager eyes. Peter adored that you weren’t afraid to stand up to yourself, and, sure, maybe delighted a little too much in the image conjured up in his mind of the man who’d essentially assaulted you in the hospital. He wasn’t normally so violent minded, but he had little sympathy for some asshole who didn’t respect personal boundaries. And that’s something he’s not ever going to feel bad about.

Peter hooked his hands around your knees to pull you forward, closer to him. He carefully placed little kisses in a trail from your collarbone up to your cheek. You preened under the affection, leaning gratefully into his warmth. You settled your arms at his shoulders, splaying your fingers into the soft brunette tufts at the nape of his neck.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, closing his eyes as he pressed his cheek to yours. You were warm all over, feeling dazed at his closeness. “Can we go home? I need some alone time with you.” He mumbled, asking shyly much like when he had first asked you out; what seemed like forever ago. Coming from anyone else, the statement would be inherently sexual, but you knew Peter just really wanted to have some time where he could indulge in your affections before falling asleep. The exhaustion in both his posture and his voice clued you in to the fact that he’d clearly had a rough night as his alter-ego, even if it had been short. You smiled, pushing him away enough to hop down from the counter. The two of you quickly made your way to the door, avoiding contact with the other people still partying so you wouldn’t get stuck in a conversation.

Across the hall, down the stairs, out into the biting New York winter air. You shivered, goosebumps finding their way out of your skin on your exposed neck. You helplessly tugged your sleeves over your hands in a pointless attempt for warmth. It hadn't seemed nearly as cold when you’d walked over, and the temperature wasn’t predicted to drop that much...

Shit.

“Wait, Pete, I forgot my jacket.” You stopped in your tracks, Peter dramatically getting yanked back as he tried to keep moving. He noticed the way you were hugging yourself with your free arm. His eyes softened as he moved towards you.

“I’ll text ‘em tomorrow, I’m sure you can pick it up later,” he reassured you, clearly not wanting to go back to the party. You didn’t want to either, quickly conceding to Peter’s suggestion. He moved closer to hug you, wrapping the edges of his well-loved long duster jacket around you with his arms so you were both enveloped in warmth. Even more heat pooled in your stomach at the romantic gesture. Peter was no stranger to ooey-gooey actions like this, although he consistently claimed he was bad at it, and each time it melted your heart. He was so sincere, so genuine with his love sometimes you didn’t know what to do with yourself. “You’re cold.”

“Not anymore,” you mumbled. A sudden shy feeling fell over you, which could have made you laugh at the fact that not even an hour ago you had knocked some guy in the face without hesitation. Your boyfriend pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, nose, and forehead. That Peter Parker smile graced his stupid, perfect face once again.

“Here,” he stepped back from you briefly. An unwelcome rush of cold hit you at the lack of warmth. Peter slipped off his well-loved green army jacket off from under his coat. You let him tug it over your shoulders, so you were snug, enveloped in more protection from the cold and the scent of his cologne that was clinging to the familiar article of clothing. “C’mon, we can make the subway, it’ll be faster.” He tilted his head in that direction, leading you to follow close beside him. The way Peter slid his hand into your back pocket to keep you pressed into his side as you traversed towards the subway was more than enough to keep you from turning blue by the time you made it to the train. In fact, it turned you more pink in the face than anything.

#kinda fumbled the end but im a sucker for peter fluff lol sorry #im doing my best #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #andrew garfield x reader #ag peter parker x reader #andrew garfield peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker x reader #ag!peter parker x reader #my fics

[trashytummiez]

Anxious Tummy Virus

After @fungusfangs posted a cute sequence featuring Tamaki sick with a stomach virus I had to make this fic ;3

Warning: contains anxiety belly kink burps fluff hiccups indigestion nausea vomiting tummy rubs

Tamaki was always so anxious whenever he and Fatgum went patrolling. He could always feel so many eyes on him. It never failed to twist the poor anxious boys stomach into knots every time.

No villains or criminals could be seen but they always had to be vigilant. Which was why both were constantly eating whenever patrolling. Fatgum stuffed his face with whatever he could get to power up his fat if the situation called for it. And if it didn't then at least he got to enjoy some yummy treats along the way. Tamaki needed the food to power his food-based quirk.

That and his stomach was rumbling loudly behind this pouch-heavy vest. It was loud enough to make poor Tamaki blush and pray that no one could hear it.

But it also made him feel a little sick. His anxiety made his tummy really weak sometimes and it would get gurgly pretty often. But it didn't usually make him feel so oddly nauseous and weak. He couldn't explain why that wasn't the case tonight.

Oblivious to this Fatgum finished munching a bunch of food and handed down something to Tamaki. "Here ya go! Try some crab onigiri!" The fat-based hero suggested as he munched.

"...T-Thanks," Tamaki groaned and slowly took the onigiri whilst trembling slightly. Usually he trembled from anxiety but right now he was trembling from not feeling very well.

Fatgum patted his young sidekick on the back and laughed heartily. "Figured ya must be hungrier than usual today! Yer stomach's growlin' like crazy!"

Tamaki held the onigiri up with both hands and trembled shakily. This time though it was totally embarrassment and anxiety induced.

"...I didn't realize it was loud enough to draw attention..." he whimpered. "...So embarrassing..."

"Don't sweat it kid! Ya need yer energy after all right?" Fatgum assured the pointy-eared boy.

Tamaki nodded like a sad dejected little boy and nibbled on his onigiri whilst still trembling adorably. It tasted great which led to him taking another bigger bite immediately after.

Still his stomach felt oddly sour in a way it didn't usually feel.

Close to forty five minutes passed along with several snack stops along the way of their patrol.

Without warning a big hearty sounding burp erupted from the patrolling pair. Only the source was unexpected.

"Whoa! Nice one kid!" Fatgum snickered and nudged Tamaki who was covering his mouth and blushing furiously. "Ya know usually it's Red Riot lettin' the big ones out like that! Heh musta really needed that huh!"

But before Tamaki could whimper out another word of how badly embarrassed he felt, an especially loud thick sounding gurgle bellowed from Tamaki's belly. It churned so heavily and forcefully that it made Tamaki freeze in place like a petrified statue. Tamaki hiccuped then whimpered as his body trembled anew.

"Oh no..." he uttered quietly and fearfully while his tummy gave another sick groan. He winced and went slightly teary eyed from the discomfort. "No no no no no no no no no..." he repeatedly dreadfully.

"...Uh...Amajiki...?" Fatgum asked. His own big grin turned to a big concerned frown. He was about to ask if Tamaki was okay when suddenly the poor boys stomach hitched aggressively with a thick churning noise.

Tamaki gave another really thick closed mouth burp that ended with him suddenly spewing bile from past his lips. He went wide-eyed and desperately tried to cover his mouth with both hands but it was too late. Tamaki gave a loud gross sounding burp that sent a heaping load of vomit spewing from his mouth and splattering horribly onto the floor.

"Ohhh crap..." Fatgum remarked suddenly in concern. He wasn't at all grossed out at the sight of Tamaki leaning forward and puking heavily. The giant blubbery hero leaned down and very gently rubbed Tamaki's cape concealed back. "S'okay kid. Just let it out..." he assured him.

Not that Tamaki had any other choice.

The poor boy panted heavily then lurched with another stream of puke expelling from his mouth heavily onto the floor. Some passing civilians saw the sight and looked mortified. Others looked concerned as poor Tamaki continued spewing the contents of his stomach disgustingly onto the pavement.

When he finally stopped throwing up Tamaki was standing wearily as bile dripped from his fangs. The poor boy was trembling with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"...m'so sorry..." he slurred groggily but Fatgum gently shushed him and kept rubbing his back.

"S'alright kid. Don't sweat it yeah?"

Fortunately there were a few passing civilians with quirks that were able to make short work of the sick while Tamaki got washed up in a nearby restaurant.

He was so mortified that he tearfully hid his face directly into Fatgum's giant blubbery tummy like a child too scared to go to the dentist.

Fatgum frowned sympathetically as he gently ruffled the top of poor Tamaki's purplish blue hair and held up a soda for him.

"Why didn't ya tell me you were feelin' sick kid?" Fatgum asked then almost guiltily said, "...I had ya eatin' soooo much today too...!"

Tamaki muffled a thick burp in his mouth that was muffled even further by Fatgum's belly fat smothering his face then he sniffled tearfully. "I thought it was just another anxiety stomachache..." he whimpered and hiccuped sharply. He sniffled again and hiccuped again. "Ohhhh-urrrp-unnngh..." he couldn't help but burp in between his groaning both with humiliation and how badly his stomach still hurt.

It gurgled thickly but fortunately not as bad as it had been before he threw up.

But it was still enough to make him tear up some more as he buried his face even deeper into Fatgum's flabby belly and cried out. "I wanna go hooooome...!" Funnily enough his whaling was muffled by thick fatness.

Fatgum frowned anew and gently rubbed Tamaki's back. "Yeaaah you definitely shouldn't be on patrol with a stomach bug kid. Can't let ya risk fightin' bad guys with yer own gut givin' ya grief."

He scooped Tamaki up like a scared puppy and walked him out of sight away from all the people. As he carried him off Fatgum used a few of his fingers and gently placed them atop Tamaki's stomach. They alone were about as large as Tamaki's hand and he used them to gingerly and carefully rub Tamaki's turbulent tummy for him while using his thumb and index finger to hold a can of soda still.

Tamaki groaned at the feeling relaxing in Fatgum's arms. But he still blushed and looked away biting his lip anxiously with a soft whimper.

"...I'm sorry for being so weak all the time," Tamaki said with a sadder sniffle.

But Fatgum scowled and lightly poked the boys chest. "Hey you ain't weak kid. If I were a bettin' man I'd bet the farm on you against any opponent ten billion times outta ten."

"...That number doesn't make sense..."

"It means yer one'uh the strongest heroes in the biz Suneater. Havin' shot nerves don't make ya weak." Fatgum's expression softened and he more gently stoked Tamaki's gurgling belly. "...Ya shouldn't keep puttin' yerself down like that kid. Especially over somethin' that ain't even yer fault."

Tamaki nodded softly and looked down. "...I'm sorry."

Fatgum rolled his eyes but in a good natured way. "...Always friggin' apologizin'. Geez. Anyway..."

He carefully lowered Tamaki to the ground when the two were alone behind a building. The boy groaned softly and hugged his stomach with one hand. Then Fatgum handed him the soda he was still carrying.

"Drink up lil buddy. This oughta help yer guts stop stirrin' as much."

Tamaki frowned as he took the soda. "...B-But soda makes me-"

"-Yeah yeah. Why d'ya think I took ya away from all those people? It's just us kid. Don't worry 'bout it."

Tamaki glanced at the soda then looked around. They really did seem to be alone. But still he looked nervous. However when he looked up and saw an assuring smile from his sensei he sighed and gave in.

He cracked his can open and carefully took a sip. It was nice and crisp going down his throat and the way the soda felt bubbling in his stomach gave him some slight relief from the more acidic churning he was enduring.

So he swigged more soda down starting to chug it a little more feverishly. His throat bobbed as the fizzy liquids poured down his gullet and settled into his bubbling stomach. Tamaki inwardly whimpered knowing what was coming but took in more of the drink anyway while breathing through his nostrils.

After getting a good amount of the can down he pulled it aside and panted with one hand gently rubbing his tummy. A second later Tamaki's hand tightened around the middle of his stomach and then his mouth parted with a huge throaty burp. It was much louder than Tamaki himself ever was and left him panting and whimpering.

Fatgum laughed and patted the boy on the back dislodging another burp in the process that made Tamaki blush even harder. "Good one kid! Startin' to feel a lil better?"

"...Define better..." Tamaki whined. Even alone he trembled anxiously at being so loud and gross if even just around Fatgum. The soda helped to settle his tummy while the carbonation helped work some much needed gas out of his system. But the fact that soda always made him so burpy didn't do anything for his anxiety.

Still if he had to choose between burping obnoxiously and throwing up violently it was a pretty obvious choice.

So he downed more of his beverage all while nursing his tummy. When he pulled the can away again he tried to hold the burps in by giving thick closed mouth burps. But some were so strong that they forced their way past his lips and just ended up even louder.

Poor little Tamaki couldn't catch a break.

If nothing else the soda and pressure release was definitely helping make his stomach feel better. Eager to be done with it Tamaki downed the rest of his beverage and tossed the can into a nearby bin. a second later his hands flew to his stomach and Tamaki released an enormous burp so strong that it sounded like it almost came out of Fatgum.

"Almost" because Fatgum's burps could literally make the ground shake if he got a good one out.

Fatgum whistled and nudged Tamaki in the shoulder. "Damn kid! Yer gettin' some good ones out tonight ain'tcha!"

This was anything but good. But the relief Tamaki was feeling made it worth it.

Tamaki slumped back against a nearby wall and rubbed his belly up and down with both hands until he coaxed out another lengthy burp that dragged on for a few seconds and left him panting. And blushing of course.

"...Hrraaaah...okay...I...I think that's all of it," Tamaki said gently patting his stomach. "...I just wanna go hooOOOOOOoorh-me..." But his pale face soon went red as Red Riot's hair when he accidentally burped the word 'home' out at the end of his last sentence.

Fatgum laughed hysterically making his giant tummy jiggle like a mountain of jello.

"...Yeaaaaah let's getcha home kid. At this point I'm more worried ya might blush yerself t'death before this stomach bug gives ya any more grief."

For as powerful as Tamaki was? If his quirk were powered by embarrassment and anxiety he'd be unstoppable...

#kink fic #tamaki #fatgum #stuffing #tummyache #tummy rub #nausea #emeto #emetophilia #vomiting #burping #hiccups #fluff #anxiety #cute #embarrassment

[jackie5656]

Truth or Dare

With; Stiles Stilinski

IMPORTANT A/N:I’m officially down bad folks.  But I wanted to say there’s a song I need you to play during a specific part of this story. It really only lasts a minute, and you’ll know when to play it. ALSO do not skip over this fic just because the song is by 1D I promise it’s fitting and not fangirl cringe. But this is tumblr an app practically made for that...@ me. Anyways I appreciate all the recent love on my work, and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Teen drinking

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“Y/n”

“Mmm.”

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Of course Isaac, shit-eating smirk and all would be stirring the pot. Knowing damn well you’ve made eyes at Stiles for as long as he’d known you. You stare him down with a knowing smile, taking a slow sip of your drink before answering.

“Yeah”

Stiles raises his brows in surprise at your nonchalant response. If you did have a crush, wouldn’t you have told him? All he did was rant about Lydia to you. Though, he hadn’t talked about her in a while. Seeing as his feelings for her had seemingly fizzled away earlier this year. It was odd, one day he was madly in love with the girl and the next he wasn’t. Either way, he’s surprised at the twinge of anger he feels at your words. Jealousy

The realization scares him, what was he jealous for?

“Interesting y/n/n, who’s grabbed your attention?” Isaac presses, the two of you not breaking contact as you take another challenging gulp of your drinks. A couple of the pack members exchange worried glances. The two of you always have a habit of teasingly pushing each other’s buttons, but issac seems to be pressing a little too much. As if he knows something the others don’t.

The twinging heat in Stile’s stomach ignited, burining much brighter than before as his eyes dart between the two of you. What the hell was this? When had you and Isaac become so close? Close enough to confess each other’s crushes. He grips the solo cup in hand harder, having ignored the bubbling beverage until now.

“You’re only allowed one question Isaac. And you just used it.” You counter matter of factly, leaning back into your chair simultaneously with the blonde. The others watch your interaction intently, all having noticed the tension grow.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink.” Stiles announces suddenly, weaving between the various patio chairs as the attention turns to him.

“Aren’t you driving?” Scott interjects worriedly, not letting the change in his friends demeanor go unnoticed. Stiles pauses, turning on his heel and facing the group of you with a mischievous, somewhat forced smile .

“We can sleep here. Right Lydia? Your mom said you had the cabin for the weekend?”

“Uh, yeah. I only had a few of the guest rooms prepared. But there’s definitely enough room for everyone.” She replies, tone hesitant due to the shift energy.

“Everyone down to stay the night?” Stiles inquires, practically challenging the group to say no.

“Fun!” Lydia interjects before any of you can protest “I’ll set up the rest of the rooms. It’ll be like one big sleepover! Allison, help me grab some pillows and blankets from the basement?” She pulls the raven-haired teen along before she can answer. Shooting you a ‘what the hell just happened’ look before tugging Allison past Stiles and into the house. Leaving you, Scott, Isaac, and Stiles to deal with the lingering tension.

“Back in a sec.” stiles raises his cup in a sort of salute before making his way through the sliding glass door and towards the kitchen.

“Is someone gonna tell me what I’m missing here?” Scott inquires confusedly, looking just as astonished as the girls at how odd the three of you were acting. Scott was your other best friend, and of course knew you’d been crushing on Stiles for ages. But nothing had stemmed from it until now.

“Looks like everyone knows y/n’s crushing except the one she’s crushing on.” Issac offers with a smirk. Laughing when you get out of your seat to playfully shove his head to the side.

“You’re such an ass. I’m going to check on him.” You head towards the kitchen with what little pride you have left, shooting up your middle finger behind your back when you hear the two boys having a laughing fit at something Scott mumbles.

Usually, you’re the one drinking when the lot of you hang out. Lydia and Allison sip on something most times, but of course Isaac and Scott can only do it for taste. Even then, Isaac only takes shots with you to see who won’t make a face at the bitter beverage (bastard always wins). That’s why it’s such a surprise when you walk in the kitchen to see Stiles adding a significant amount of liquor to a fresh cup of soda, eyes boring into the liquid as if it’s just insulted him. Your eyes subtly trace over the way he clenches his jaw, pushing away the butterflies you feel when you observe his veiny hands gripping the cup. Jesus you need to touch some grass

“Easy there. Trying to out-drink me Stilinski?” You push your cup towards him gingerly, putting up your hand to signal him when to stop pouring.

“Something like that.” Stiles mumbles with a tight lipped smile, taking a gulp from the cup and making an insanely dramatic grimace. Shivering and shaking his head violently at the shock of the taste.

“You’re usually not one to drink.” You let it come out as more of a question than a statement, laughing amusedly at his spurratic reactions.

“Yeah, well...” Is all he replies, shrugging before taking another sip. This time only blinking hard to withstand the flavor. Your head cocks to the side in curiosity, holding your tongue before trying to ask what’s up with him. His eyes narrow at your actions, the fiery feeling before burning once more as he takes in your cute expression. Damn you, it’s like you’re trying to get him riled up. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but whatever feelings the brunettes been harboring are starting to bubble over. He figures he’s always had eyes for you, but it wasn’t exactly a convenient time to come to the realization he’d fallen for you. It’d been a long time coming admittedly, but it’s not like he could act on it. Well, maybe he could. He shakes away the lustful thoughts when you lean against the counter beside him. Wearing one of your more revealing tops tonight. He swears you’re doing this shit on purpose.

“Ready to go back out?” You suggest with raised brows, hoping the liquor will brighten his mood. He nods, following you back through the living room and towards the back patio. Surveying the newly placed pillows and blankets beside the couch as he steps out towards the fire pit.

“You’re back, finally! Stiles, it’s your turn to ask someone.” Lydia claps her hands to get your attention. You and Stiles sitting next to each other on one of the couches amongst the undoubtably expensive outdoor furniture.

“Alright. Isaac, truth or dare?” Stiles challenges the blonde from across the fire pit. Isaac smirks, adjusting himself on the couch opposite you.

“You guys know me, I’m mostly an open book. But with they way you’re staring me down, I’ll go with truth and skip out on whatever dare you’re fantasizing about in that big brain of yours.”

Stiles scoffs with a forced smile, just slightly moving closer to you when he sees you and Isaac make what contact.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

“Can we do repeat questions?”

“Don’t bullshit me Lahey, answer me.” Stiles isn’t necessarily rude, but doesn’t show any signs of breaking his serious expression when Isaac raises his brows with an amused laugh. He looks over at you, before letting his eyes fall on Allison. You don’t let their intense eye contact go unnoticed, despite it only being for a split second.

“Yeah, I do.” He mutters simply, sitting back in his seat with an uncaring smile. You can tell he is in fact shitting himself internally, being one of the few people able to see through his cocky facade.

Without a juicy enough answer, Lydia begins to give a dare. “Alright Scott, truth or-”

“Can I go again?” Issac interjects, your stomach dropping when you can practically see the gears turning in that mischievous mind of his.

“Well, it’s Scott’s turn to be asked.”

“No worries, the question is for him.”

“Well, alright.” Lydia looks between you and Allison with another ‘what the hell’ expression. Neither of you can think of an answer.

“Okay Scott. Truth or dare?”

“Uh, dare. I guess.” The tanned boy replies, not as amused when the attention turns to him.

“Kiss y/n.” Stiles chokes on his drink before the rest can even react, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his flannel sheepishly when the rest of you have your eyes on him. Scott gets up from his chair reluctantly, moving towards the couch where you’re sitting and offering you a hand up. You take it with a nervous chuckle, smile brightening when the taller boy grabs the sides of you head a plants a quick peck to your forehead. Each of you giving a respectful bow and courtesy as the group claps.

“What was that?” Isaac teases, amused expression adorning his features at the cute interaction.

“You weren’t specific about it, you just said to kiss her.” Scott explains with a prideful smile, happy to have found a loophole in his dare. He’s always been like a big brother to you, even though you never let him forget you’re a month older.

“I thought it was sweet.” Allison muses, having found the interaction between her ex boyfriend and you simply cute. Of course her and Lydia never fail to point out the way you longingly stare at your sarcastic best friend just about every minute of every day.

“Thank you, thank you. We try our best.” You give another curtsy before sitting back down, tucking your legs under yourself and letting the tops of your knees lean against Stiles’ thigh. His tense shoulders seem to ease at the contact, despite wanting to shoot out across the fire pit and pumble Isaac.

“Okay Allison, truth or dare?” Lydia turns her attention to the brunnette beside her, eager to continue the game. 

“Dare.”

“Chug your drink.”

Allison groans, pursing her lips in a small pout and raising her drink to you in suggestion. Seeing as you often participate in chugging contests at Lydia’s infamous parties, you’re not one to step down from the offer. 

“Fine, I’ll be your moral support. Stiles, you wanna join?” You’re happy he’s finally trying to let loose, and you’re honestly eager to see a drunk Stiles. He leans over you to see how much liquid is in your cup and Allison’s, nodding when he observes that they all have just about the same amount. 

“Why not, don’t expect to win though.” You scoff at his cocky remark, scrambling up from your sitting position and moving over to the speaker playing some pop song quietly. 

“I need some motivation, not that this’ll be much of a challenge.” You counter playfully, confidence brightening when your three friends that aren’t participating start placing bills down to bet. With the increase of volume, you can feel the base of the music vibrate beneath your feet as you sit back down beside Stiles. 

“Ready? 3, 2 ,1 go!” You’re a bit surprised at Scott’s enthusiasm, but figure he’s just as eager as the others to win his money. Immediately, you Stiles and Allison start gulping down the bitter liquid. You open your eyes for a split second, observing how far your opponents have gotten. Stiles shoots his arm out towards you, playfully trying to knock the cup out of your hand whilst chugging. You do the same, hitting his arm away and tilting your head even farther back to finish. You’re done only a split second before the other two, who finish at the same time, grimacing not only from defeat but by the foreign bitter taste. You raise your empty cup as playful whoops erupt from the spectators. 

“That’s my girl.” Isaac cheers idly, bumping the sides of his fist with your own as he happily collects his earnings. 

“Don’t I get a percentage? I did all the work!”

“y/l/n, they don’t pay the race horses. All the money goes to the lucky better.”

“I should have put my money on you.” Scott groans, laughing when Stiles playfully shoves him.

“I was close, she cheated!” Stiles excitedly argues, and you’re glad his mood has improved since before. 

“Like hell we were, she killed us. And I for one will not be participating. I’m definitely placing a bet though.” Allison retorts, reaching into her wallet for cash. 

“Do you really want to be embarrassed again Stiles? I’m not going easy on you.” 

“Bring it on y/n/n.”

*****

“Okay, we’re officially turning in. Will you guys be okay?” Lydia yawns as she finishes, Scott and Allison getting up as well.

“What? The party was just getting st-started!” Stiles hiccups with raised arms. 

“Sti, it’s 2 in the morning. We all need to get some rest for the drive tomorrow.” Scott explains, ruffling his drunken best friends hair and chuckling when he slowly swats his hands away.

“Whatever dad. You’ll stay up with me?” Stiles turns to you with a hopeful expression, eyebrows furrowing when Scott distracts you with a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re okay to get him to bed?” He asks whilst ignoring Stiles’ offended expression at the notion, turning to head inside when you nod. 

“I would stay, but then I’d be a third wheel so...Night!” Isaac chimes with a charming grin, dodging your attempt at hitting him and planting a quick kiss to your temple before rushing inside.You and Stiles mumble reluctant replies when the rest of the pack shouts their good-nights, their absence bumming you out.

“Lame.” You simultaneously deadpan, giggling into your cups at the jinx. The fire’s only embers by now, a chill running down your spine at the sudden,cool summer night air. 

“Mmm.” Stiles hums through the his cup, attempting to shrug off his flannel whilst holding the plastic between his teeth. “Take this, it’s cold.” You shake your head quickly, dizzying at the movement. 

“I’m fine, if I took it you’d be cold.” You giggle when he rolls his eyes, cup in his mouth slashing a little bit of liquid down his chin when he continues to try and maneuver out of the fabric. “You’re such a lightweight.”

“Am n-not!” He hiccups between words, mumbling due to the plastic still clenched between his teeth. You laugh again, shuffling across the couch to help him out of the shirt. You know he’ll only persist if you refuse again, deciding to give in to his stubborn behavior instead of arguing. You get his arm that’s closest the you out of the first sleeve, reaching across his lap to help remove the other. 

Stiles is instantly overwhelmed with the scent of that sweet perfume you’re always wearing. The heat emanating from your body disorienting him for  moment before he remembers the cup still in his mouth. You finally get his other arm free, sitting back on your legs only to meet his droopy brown eyes. He looks a little stunned, and you realize the alcohol’s made you a bit more bold than usual. His face is only inches away, close enough for you to smell the alcohol on his tongue. Slowly, he removes the cup from his mouth, eyes never leaving yours. You take a sharp intake of breath, the air between ou tingling with some sort of buzz as your eyes avert down to his now visible lips. His eyes go down too, and you’re reminded of the wrap shirt Lydia had forced you to borrow, exposing a bit more chest than you’re used to. He clears his throat shuffling mere centimetres closer to you as his hands move towards your neck. This is it, he’s finally going to-

“You’re necklace, it’s messed up.” His voice cracks as he speaks, and you try not to completely deflate when he clears his throat gain as he clumsily drags the chain so the charm is back against the soft skin between your collarbones. 

“Oh, thanks.” You internally cringe at how disappointed you sound, shrugging on the warm fabric of his flannel and leaning back against the couch.

******

You’re sitting on the counter and watching amusedly as Stiles clumsily searches the cabinets for something to eat.

“These people eat like hamsters, where’s the junk food?” He whines, exasperated from his mere 30 second search. 

“Sti?”

“Hmm?”

“Truth or drink.” He let’s out another whine at your words, giving up on his search and leaning against the counter across you expectantly. Admittedly, he’s pretty tipsy and nearing drunk, not to mention pretty pissed that he chickened out earlier. He feigns annoyance when you nibble on your thumb to think of a question, heart melting when he observes how your feet kick in the air as the dangle off the counter top. 

“Kiss marry kill. Isaac, Derek, and Scott.” He groans at your words, lips upturning to a smirk when you giggle into your cup.

“Can’t I just marry Scott, then kill Isaac and Derek?” He tries to argue but you immediately shake your head, expectant of a complete answer. “Fine. Kiss Derek, marry Scott, and kill Isaac.”

“Why Isaac?” 

“Because he’s an ass, and he wears scarves in the summer. My turn.” You roll your eyes at his words, awaiting his question. 

“Do you have a crush on Isaac?” Your eyebrows furrow in shock, shaking your head and laughing loudly at the notion. Sure, Isaac was  hot, but you’d never had that sort of feelings for each other. He was more like a brother if anything, just like Scott. Stiles seems surprised at your answer, persisting the moment you quiet down. “Then who was he talking about before?” 

“It’s actually my turn, no double questions. What were you so mad about before?” If he wanted to get personal, you might as well match the energy. He rolls his shoulders at the question, bringing the cup to his lips to hide his smile when you throw your hands up in defeat.

“Coward.” you grimace playfully, pouting when he only shrugs at your insult. 

He jumps, startled when you gasp suddenly and reach over the counter. Turning up the volume on the stereo from before you’d brought inside. ‘Wolves’ by one direction, plays much louder now that you’ve turned the notch on the device.

“Oh my god, why?” Stiles dramatically looks up to the ceiling when you hop off the counter in excitement. Of course, he recalls the first time he’d heard the song. You’d forced him and Scott to listen to it in the jeep one night, saying it was just too ironic to not make it ‘your song.’ And whether him or Scott want to admit it or not, they’d belted out the lyrics with you a few times before. 

You’re grabbing his hands before he can protest farther, rolling up the baggy sleeves of his flannel for the umpteenth time that evening as you begin to move to the opening notes, pulling him along with you. You thank the alcohol for your surge of confidence and the easy sway of your hips, grateful for the liquid courage.

“You totally love this song!” You shout over the music, too drunk to care if the others are awoken by your antics.

“Totally don’t!” Stiles retorts just as loud, laughing when you raise his arm so you can spin under it. Beginning to bob his head and mumbling the lyrics you’re currently shouting. 

In the middle of the night when the wolves come out, headed straight for your heart like a bullet in the dark. 

One by one, I gotta take them down, 

We can run and hide, ain’t going down without a fight

You both howl obnoxiously with the music, jumping and spinning as it booms through the speakers. The alcohols hitting now, effectively loosening his muscles and making the both of you laugh obnoxiously at how stupid you probably look. Despite the silliness of it all, it’s the most at ease Stiles has felt in a while. There’s a certain energy you bring, a type of way you make him feel that’s always drawn you so close.You stumble over to the stereo when the third verse comes on, grin not leaving your lips when you feel his reluctance to let go of your hand. You turn the music down, not familiar enough with the remaining verses to be able to sing it. Besides, you were lucky enough Lydia hadn’t come down there, slippers and all, to scold you both to bed. 

“That’s it? There’s more to the song!” 

“I thought you didn’t like it?” You pant out, both out breath as you move beside him to lean against the counter once more. 

“I-I don’t, just like dancing with you.” He blurts out, too intoxicated to care to filter his words. You study the spacey look in his eyes, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and exhilaration. It’s funny, a few months ago this would’ve just been any other sleepover with your best friend. But it’s different now, you can only assume he too has noticed the shift in energy between you. The electricity

“Sti?”

“Hmm?”

“Truth or dare.”

“Wh-what?” He turns to face you, brows furrowing at your hopeful eyes.

“Truth or dare.”

“We’re still doing this?”

“Just say dare!” You persist, hitting his chest in annoyance. The alcohol’s coursing through your veins, giving you too much confidence for your own good.

“Fine, dare.” He’s confused at your change in behavior, not recognizing the mischievous expression on your face.

“Kiss me.”

And that’s when Stiles Stilinski, Romeo himself, pukes into the kitchen sink.

*********

“I am not th-that drunk.” He stops mid sentences, clutching his chest and pausing to suppress a particularly violent hiccup. 

“Sure Sti, tell that to the vomit on your shirt.” You huff out, half listening to the belligerent boy towering over you as you guide him towards the bathroom. He’s gotten significantly drunker while you were cleaning the sink, all the alcohol finally catching up to his inexperienced self. And sure, the slurred words and tousled hair was cute at first, but now he was a much too heavy toddler you were practically dragging to the bathroom. 

“I wan’ sleep.” You fumble out a laugh at his childish demeanor, shuffling into the guest bathroom and flipping on the switch to illuminate the area, much to the drunk boy’s distaste as his droopy eyes adjust to the light. Admittedly, your’re also significantly intoxicated, thought process definitely a little slower than usual. Luckily, you’ve had enough experience to know when to cut yourself off. 

“You can sleep after I get you to stop reeking of vomit, now arms up.” You order sternly, heart melting when his lips puff into a small pout at your words. He does as told, lanky arms high up in the air as you hastily pull the fabric up and over his head, careful not to get the throw up anywhere else on him. You run the cotton under the sink, wreching at the smell. The things you do for your friends

When his shirt is thoroughly washed, you diligently wring it out and hang it on the rack with the hand towels beside the counter. Crouching down to inspect the cabinet under the sink for anything to clean yourselves up with. You grab a small washcloth and a spare bottle of mouthwash, placing the items on the counter and meeting Stiles’ gaze. He’s a bit zoned out, but he’s smiling sweetly down at you as he watches you work. 

“You’re like, really pretty.”

“And you totally can’t handle you’re liquor.” You retort with a roll of your eyes, pushing away the butterflies his words release. “Now swish and spit, your breath stinks.” Without as much of a fuss, he takes the bottle and does as instructed, letting out a dramatic ‘aah’ and giggling when you meet eyes in the mirror. You follow after him, figuring that’d have to be the maximum dental hygeine for the night considering the time crunch. You grab the rag from the counter, running it under the water and lathering soap into it before lifting it towards the boy beside you. 

“Can I wash you off real quick?” You wait for his nod of approval, chuckling at the hilarity of the situation s you run the warm rag across his upper chest. “This’ll be one hell of a story.” 

“Mmm.” He only hums in response, looking down at you intently, serious expression making your head tilt to the side in question. 

“What?”

“Nothin, just sorry I didn’t kiss you.” Your movements halt at his words, continuing when you turn your attention back down to your task instead of his eyes. 

“Told you I could out drink you. Next time don’t challenge me to shots.”

“N-noted.”

******

“Shhhh!” Your eyes are wide in warning as you make your way down the hall, arms wrapped around Stiles in support as he stumbles along with you. 

“Shhh-shhh.” He mimics your actions, bringing a clumsy finger to his lips as you hold back a laugh. Finally, you set him down on the bed, turning towards the guest room dresser and tossing the sweats and t shirt Lydia must have left there to him. He groans, quickly undressing and tugging on the new clothes. Laying back down on the bed and throwing his forearm to cover his eyes as you change into Lydia’s spare shorts, figuring the shirt and flannel you still had on were sufficient enough as pjs.

You and Scott had fallen asleep during late nights at Stiles’ house numerous times whilst investigating Beacon Hills latest supernatural threat. So it’s not surprising when Stiles clumsily shuffles under the silky duvet with a satisfied sigh, lifting the covers so you can climb in next to him. It’s a queen sized bed, much bigger than the creaky twin you’ve shared before. Still, Stiles moves even closer, you’re well aware he’ll only fall asleep if he’s in the very middle of the mattress. It’s quiet, and you happily settle into the covers as sleep tugs at your eyelids. Only opening one eye when the boy beside you turns onto his side to face you.

“You know y/n, I miss when we were little. L-like when we used to dress up in our moms clothes, and then I twisted my ankle wearing my moms heels.” You chuckle fondly at his slurred retelling of the memory, images flashing by of when you were kids. He studies you, trying to commit the sweet laugh to memory before continuing. “I mean, I like where we are now. I do, because we’re still best friends and I still love you.”

“I love you too Sti.”

“N-no, no you don’t get it.” He shakes his head vigorously, drunken state dramatizing his movements as he argues. Sounding almost solemn at your response. “I mean I love you, and it’s terrifying. A pretty new revaluation might I add, so I thought getting drunk might help. Am I drunk?”

“Yes, very much so. And you should sleep before you say something-”

“No! I meas you have to know this. What if like, I never told you and then...Well I never would have told you! That’s like, Shakespeare tragedy bullshit and we’re definitely better than that. So, I love you. And not in the ‘we took baths together and played dress up in our moms clothes’ type love. It’s the ‘I’m always confused because you give me this...Weird tingly feeling and I never know how to go about it and it makes me want to kiss you’ type of love...I guess. Am I like, really drunk?” You’re to say the least stunned with his confession, though the various hiccups in between sentences didn’t call for the most romantic ambiance. 

“Yeah, you’re pretty wasted.” You smooth out his messy hair, too exhausted (and tipsy) to want to accept any of this is actually happening. 

“Sorry I didn’t kiss you. The vomiting was unrelated to you making a move on me, just so we’re clear.” He croaks out, voice rasped from the lull of oncoming slumber. 

“And here I was thinking I made you nauseous.”

“No, you do give me butterflies though. Too pretty.” He muses, chuckling when you push away his face, nose having booped yours to accentuate his point. It can’t be legal to be this cute while intoxicated.

“You gotta close your eyes Sti, have to sleep off all this alcohol.”

“M’kay. You’ll stay with me the whole night?”

“Always.”

**********

It’s fairly early when you finally wake, sunlight seeping into the room from the early morning light. You want more than anything to go back to bed, figuring another hour would help ware off the pounding headache tormenting your skull. Only assuming Stiles must feel even worse. It’s then, when you try to shuffle closer into his body warmth, that you realize the bed is empty. The space where he’s laid beside you is still warm, and you reluctantly sit up with the harsh reality that everyone else must be awake too.

You follow the scent of bacon to the kitchen, immediately met with a very grumpy looking Stiles hunched over a cup of coffee. He’s wearing Scott’s lacrosse hoodie, sunglasses covering his eyes and hood pulled over his head to shield himself from any intruding light. You sit down on the stool of the island he’s leaning against, offering a sympathetic smile when he pushes the steaming mug towards you with a grunt.

“Morning everyone!” Isaac chimes with a bright smile, slapping the two of you on the back as you simultaneously groan.

“Late night?”

“You know, I’m usually appreciative of the cheeky sarcasm Scott. But if you don’t wipe that smirk off your face right now, I will seriously consider castrating you.” You stare down the alpha, not even phasing his cheerful demeanor.

“Well before you do that, have some breakfast.” Allison only laughs when the two of you gladly pull the plates she’s placed in front you closer with a genuine murmur of ‘thank yous’. Eager to have the food soak up the alcohol and rid you of the awful hangover.

“And this is why I don’t drink.” Lydia retorts, placing down a bottle of Advil between you with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Speaking of, what was that music last night? Scared me half to death.” Allison inquires, looking to the others with a knowing smile when you and Stiles laugh through a forkful of hash browns, eyes on each other and avoiding the others. The two of you might not see it, but you’re practically married with how in sync you are. Always giving each other side eye when approached by someone you both hate, finishing each others sentences. You make a perfect pair, if only one of you had the balls to act on it.

“Flannel looks good on you y/n.” Isaac snickers, tugging on your elongated sleeve with a grin. Only more amused when you flip him off in silence. 

“You know, none of the guys I’ve hooked up with have never offered me their shirts.” Lydia pouts while pushing around the eggs on her plate, shocked when you and Stiles simultaneously choke on your (now individual) coffees. 

“We, we didn’t hook up!” Stiles defends, now unable to meet your mortified gaze. 

“Well, I know that I just mean-”

“Hold on. Am I missing something here? You two have seriously never...I mean never?” Isaac looks genuinely bewildered as he rambles on, Allison and Scott not so discreetly giggling into their mugs as the conversation continues.

“No!”

“Seriously? I’m always teasing because I figured it was all just unspoken knowledge.” The blonde’s genuinely intrigued, not noticing Lydia’s persistent signals to stop talking. “Scott, you’re telling me you can’t smell the sexual  ten-” 

“OKAY, we’ll be leaving now. Lydia, thank you for having us-”

“And thank you for the liquor we’re seriously regretting right now.” You finish the farewell for Stiles, grabbing your things and headed out the door before any of them can protest. 

“See you at home!” Scott yells out, still finding the situation between his best friends hilarious.

“And always use protect-” Isaac’s voice is cut off when Stiles slams the front door behind him, the both of you trudging towards the jeep. The boy letting out another groan and pinching his nose when you pull the door shut a little too hard, loud noise ringing in his ears.

You fumble through the glove compartment when he pulls out of the long driveway and towards the road, satisfied when you find a spare pair of sunglasses under a pile of crumpled papers.

“You keep this up and I won’t have any more clothes.”

“To be fair, you insisted I put this on.” You argue, referring to the cotton shirt wrapped around you. “How much do you remember of last night anyway?” He chuckles at your question, rubbing his hand over his jaw in contemplation.

“Geez, well there was truth or dare with everyone. They turned in early and you and I hung outside a bit longer. I was...Looking for food in the kitchen and there was dnacing? And I’m pretty sure there was a bathroom involved.”

“You may or may not have puked in Lydia’s sink.” Stiles slaps a hand over his face at your words, laughing along with you when he sees your amusement in his new-found knowledge. 

“I’m so sorry, was I a total pain?” 

Of course not! You only confessed your love to me like you were expressing a new hobby in which you now have no recollection of.

“Nah, I helped you clean up and then we went to bed. Besides, you’ve taken care of my drunk ass plenty of times.” He observes you in small glances he can get between looking at the road. You seem as though you’re holding back. 

To be honest, you were a bit frustrated. On one hand, you could just be honest with him and explain hat he’d said. But he was wasted, and it felt wrong to confess for him. Besides, if he wanted to act on his feelings he would have. And that definitely hurt, but it probably meant he had the same concerns as you. Being best friends made this shit complicated. With everything going on in this town, you had a lot of responsibilities to withhold. You couldn’t afford to lose each other. Ironically, you loved each other too much to risk starting a relationship.

“Sti, you just passed my neighborhood.”

“Yeah. It’s still early and I’m not waiting for this hangover to pass alone. We’re going to my place.”

“Star Wars and pizza?”

“Star Wars and pizza.”

*********

“I’m just saying, the amount of accidental incest in medi is actually uncanny.”

“You bring this up every time we watch A New Hope.”

“I know, but seriously!” He shuffles on his bed, pushing away the pizza box with only a few pieces of crust remaining inside. “Just like that movie you’re always making me watch. The one with the girl and her step-brother.”

“Hey! I told you, Clueless is so much better when you pretend Josh is just a family friend!”

“But we shouldn’t have to pretend it wasn’t originally written about two step siblings falling in love. I mean, what kind of trope is that?”

“Fair enough, I guess old rich white men all have a thing for their siblings.”

“Gross, I’m officially grossed out.” When your laughter settles down, Stiles starts to mess with his fingers. Looking between you and his lap as if debating with his next words.

“Listen, are you sure I didn’t...Say anything last night?” You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, figuring you could at least tell your own truth without completely exposing his.

“Stiles, we were both pretty drunk. I don’t know, I guess something could have happened?”

“How do you mean?” You’re unsettled with how awkward this has all become. But it’s not like this could keep going unsaid. It was too much of a weight to be concealing all of this from him. Stiles was the person you went to for a good vent, and you can’t really vent to your best friend about...Well, being in love with your best friend.

“I may have possibly, maybe asked you to kiss me. And you might have thrown up right after the offer.” His eyes bulge in surprise, and you cover your face with a strained cry at the confession. “It’s your fault for asking!” You whine, instantly regretting saying anything in the first place. This was dumb, you were totally dumb, and no you looked like a complete fool, all because of stupid Stiles.

“Hey.” His voice is soft when he pulls your hands down, mischievous smirk utterly confusing you. “Truth or dare?”

“You do remember! You asshole!” You shout instantly, slapping at his chest as he laughs. 

“Woah, woah wait. I may have remembered a bit more than I mentioned in the car. But how was I supposed to know you actually wanted to kiss me or if it was the tequila talking? I figured maybe if you told me the truth, then I’d know if you really meant it.” You stare at him blankly, not nearly as amused as he is.

“If it’s any consolation, you look really cute when you’re pissed at me.”

“Charming, Stilinksi. Do you happen to remember the part where your blacked out ass gave an entire monologue about how in love with me you are? And how sorry you were that you didn't kiss-” With that, he takes hod of the side of your face and connects your lips to his Finally releasing whatever tension that’s been building for agonizing months. It’s nice, really nice, but he’s not getting away that easy. You smack his chest again, fighting the urge to pull him back into you when you observe how flushed he looks. 

“Ow, stop hitting me! I had to do something, you were embarrassing me!”

“Good! I’m glad you feel a smidge of what I do, Romeo. You’re just gonna kiss me?”

“I’m sorry, should I not have? Did I totally just misread that?”

“N-no. I mean, I wanted to kiss you. But I figured the only reason you hadn’t said something sooner...Or sober, was because you were afraid of what I was afraid of. With all the shit we go through, I wouldn’t ever  want to jeopardize our friendship.” He’s silent at that, trying to find a way in which to convey his thoughts.

“Y/n, we’re a part of the pack. Nothing can break that bond. No matter what, you’re my best friend first. Whatever shit come our way next, we’ll know how to handle it together, like we always do. Besides, if I ever hurt you Scott and Isaac would make sure I never saw the light of day again.” You chuckle softly at his words, feeling a weight you hadn’t known was there lifted off your shoulders.

“I think this is the part where you ask the final truth or dare.”

“Well, I would dare you to kiss me, but you have to promise you wont puke again.”

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Me: *receives this request*

Me: *sips my 3rd coffee of the day from my raccoon mug in the pitch dark of my room* 

Me: My time has come...

Pillarmen (separate) with a coffee addicted, sarcastic, career focused s/o (who doesn’t get enough sleep)...

(under the cut for length!)

Kars:

"Have you eaten today?" The Pillarmen questioned you, looming over your desk in the dark of your Office.

"Yes." You answered simply, not bothering to tear your eyes from the laptop screen or the sea of words it held sitting before you. Kars however knew better than to leave it at just that, folding his arms across his chest as he cocked an eyebrow.

Kars frowned to himself as his eyes took in your workspace, trying not to focus on the fact that was littered with disorganized papers, food wrappers and a few empty mugs.

He would never let his desk degenerate into something even close to this mess.

"Alright. What did you eat?"

Kars clicked his tongue, letting out the sigh he knew he was going to make upon making the decision to check in on you in the first place. He had known very well this conversation would be steered into a direction like this.

A silence fell over the room, your the clicking of keyboard keys stalling for the briefest second before resuming.

"Coffee." Came the answer.

"Coffee is NOT a meal." He said curtly.

"I know it's not a meal, it's a vegetable." You replied without missing a single beat.

He pursed his lips, "Now what makes you say that?"

"It came from beans."

"Something to eat first, then you may finish your work. And then it's straight to bed with you." He ordered, carrying you downstairs to the kitchen. It was late and he knew that if he didn't set these boundaries you would be hunched over, typing away at your messy little desk all hours of the night.

Without another word you were picked up out of your office chair like nothing more than a common house cat and thrown over his shoulder, the massive man rolled his eyes as you whined that you had only a couple more pages to do and you were trying to finish.

He ignored your protests as much as he disregarded the sluggish pounds of your fists on his backside.

Needless to say, he didn't want a repeat of last time that happened. Coffee and redbull brew was a potent mixture he wanted to keep out of your reach from now on, no matter how tired you claimed to be.

"Ok, Mom." You bit back, finally giving up on your futile squirming for the night. You shot him your best glare as he set you down on the kitchen counter, the rings under your bleary eyes only becoming more prominent as he once again ignored your words and your stare, getting right into fixing you something quick to eat.

Kars wasn't a person to be spoken to in that way by anyone (they never usually lived long enough to get such remarks out) but you were much different of course. In fact, your sharp tongue was easily matched by his quick wit; it only made you an even stronger pair to be reckoned with in his opinion.

With only a quirk of his lips as a response to your sarcastic quip, a cookie was shoved into your mouth.

"Here. Perhaps this will sweeten up your sour, my child." He said, now fully getting on your level as he busied himself making you a sandwich.

A smile curled at the corners of your full mouth as you chewed away, your demeanor just a little lighter as sweet chocolate goodness tickled your senses. However, chocolate did little to coat the silver of your tongue.

"Bite me." You spat playfully, a few crumbs escaping your lips along with the words.

"You know better than to threaten me with a good time, dearest." Kars responded, not even lifting his eyes from the cutting board as he sliced away at a cucumber.

You nearly choked on the sweet you were savoring as you doubled over in laughter, making Kars smile to himself in triumph.

Esidisi:

"What are you doing?" Esidisi watched you with curious interest as you began to depart from the kitchen, just seconds after making your entrance, the entire pot of black coffee he had just prepared in your hand.

The steaming pot of rich and buzzing Caffeine was snatched from your grasp in a fraction of a second, you blinked to find squirming tendrils of veins spiriting it away back to your Husband.

"I'm flipping oyster burgers for the King of Spain, what does it look like?" You asked without even a thought, an impressive feat as it seemed like you were mere seconds away from falling over.

Disheveled wasn't even a word to describe your appearance. Your hair in disarray and wearing the same clothes as you had yesterday; you looked like you had been put through the ringer not once but a few times.

"Hey!" You cried, fully turning on him. It only made the smirk at the corner of his mouth grow as you advanced on him, stomping angrily as you went; inevitably you were only making yourself more adorable in his eyes. "Give that back! I need to get some work done!"

Taking the entire pot with you was the most elegant solution in your eyes rather than coming back downstairs every so often to refill your mug. You definitely needed the quantity of this pot if you wanted to stay awake any longer to complete your workload.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast little oyster flipper!" He laughed, holding the pot far out of your reach and pushing you at arms length as you attempted to make a grab for it.

Esidisi was always amused by your fiery determination when it came down to your work and the lengths you went through to get it done but he knew when enough was enough.

"What I want to know is, did you get any sleep last night?" He questioned, a bare brow raising; a look betraying his genuine concern for you in the midst of his jest.

The Pillarman was not going to let you take the pot of coffee all the way back to your office to chug like an oversized movie soda as you pushed through more piles of papers. You had been up there practically three days straight, basically just surviving on the stuff at this point.

If you weren't going to take care of yourself, he supposed he'd just have to do it for you.

"Er... uh..."

You blinked slowly, the raw stinging of your eyes didn't quite help you in forming a convincing response.

You could've swore you nodded off once, maybe twice, at your desk sometime in the middle of the night but you weren't sure for how long exactly. It probably didn't even come close to qualifying as "sleep" in terms of rest.

"Mm-hmm. That's what I thought." He hummed, putting the pot of coffee back in its rightful place. A sound of surprise managed to escape your lips as he picked you up, carrying you out of the kitchen like you were nothing more than a toddler.

"Wh-Where are we going?" You questioned, blinking stupidly and trying to recover from your slight shock.

"Hmm, not Spain. Sorry, you won't be flipping any burgers today, my little spit-fire." He responded, his tone fluid enough to rival your second-nature sarcasm.

Your lips came together, squirming in his hold as you connected the dots. "I can't go to bed! I still have woooork!" You whined, pushing against him as if that would do anything in his powerful grasp. "I'm not tired!"

"Really? Oh, you could've fooled me." He chuckled, the rumbling of his chest against yours only making sleepy shivers dance through your body.

"I just need some coffee! That's all, c'mon!"

"No more coffee for you. You drank enough to last you a fortnight, yesterday."

He was so warm and comfortable, a much better feeling than any sized mug of coffee you could guzzle down would leave you; your fidgeting had come to a complete stop without you realizing it.

"I just..." You were cut off by a yawn forcing its way out of you. "...just a few more... p-papers..."

"Not today you're not." He chided softly, a hand rubbing tender little circles into your back with heated fingers. You knew that he knew it was only making you more sleepy (not to mention more frustrated) by the second. "You're having a sleep, something proper to eat later and a shower and then you can work and drink all the coffee you want."

Just a few more papers. Just a few more papers.... Just a few more papers.... Just... a few... more...

By the time Esidisi had reached the top of the stairs, your struggle had ceased all together and you had fallen limp in his arms; completely and utterly asleep.

The litany in your head fell silent as your eyelids drooped, losing yourself in the warmth of your Husbands embrace as the swaying of his movement rocked you as he walked along.

So many cheeky things you wanted to say died like flickering embers in your brain, unable to escape your lips this time.

Wamuu:

"Beloved?" The Warrior pushed open the door to your office, peering into the dark room with a frown. "Are you in here?"

"No. I'm on the Moon." Your voice (sounding a little worn but still holding that familiar pinch of playfulness) cut through the dark, coming right from your desk where you were hunched over and drawing away; the dim light from your tablet was the only thing cutting through the shadows of your cave.

He couldn't help but notice it was the exact spot he had left you when he departed early this morning to go do some training.

Warm, golden light shrouded you and your cluttered desk area, making you blink in surprise. You hadn't really realized that it had gotten dark at all and for the briefest of seconds you wondered how late exactly it had gotten; you shook your head quickly as you regained your focus on your work.

Nonetheless, Wamuu smiled softly and entered your workspace. It was an easy feat for the Pillarman to make his way through despite the darkness cloaking the room as he had most excellent night vision.

However, upon reaching your side, he reached over and flicked on your table lamp. He knew that the dark wasn't exactly doing your Human vision much good.

"Thank you." You mumbled, swiping your digital pen across the screen with slow and careful movements.

Wamuu hummed softly, leaning over you with a curious eye to see your work better.

"That looks very nice." He commented, the corners of his full lips tugging into a sweet smile as he admired your handiwork. You never ceased to amaze him with your little drawings and sketches.

You needed to get this piece done by the weekend and you wanted it done today so it could be out of your way. Each slip up of your hand or a line only made you feel more exhausted and more picky, lines overlapped and blurred and you could no longer take in the picture anymore; just your mistakes and its flaws.

A tired sigh escaped your lips, "I just can't get the shading right. I think I've had to redo it 8 times now..." you grumbled, only getting increasingly frustrated at the setback, a hand unconsciously reaching up to scrub at your eye.

Your eyeballs were starting to burn from focusing on the screen too long, a feeling much akin to being rubbed raw with sandpaper.

"Have you been drawing all day?" He questioned, turning his gaze down to the crown of your head with worry.

The Warriors smile fell as he took in your awry state more closely, he definitely didn't miss the umpteen mugs of coffee littering your space (some of which were only half-finished and long gone cold by now).

Did you even move at all while he had been gone? When was the last time you showered? Ate? Changed your clothes?

Really it was the best answer you could give, all you knew was that it was dark and you were sore and tired and your hand was cramping... so it was more than likely you had spent the entirety of the day working.

Once again, your movements stalled before slowly regaining focus, your movements slothy and lacking your usual grace.

"I guess..." you answered lamely.

Again.

Wamuu shook his head, you had been drawing all night last night and you had promised to go to bed after he kissed you goodbye this morning. It was obvious you forgot your promise and kept working.

The drawing tablet was easily plucked from your grasp, making you jump in surprise and reflexively make a grab for it.

"Wamuu-- wha--?!"

"This won't do." He said, quickly hitting the save button on your piece of art as he pulled the tablet further from your reach. "You're done for today."

"What? No! I--" You made an attempt to snatch it back but the hulking man wasn't having any of it, gazing down at you with stern double-ringed emeralds.

For now, he was taking matters into his own hands.

"No. You've worked far too long. Look at you beloved, you've become nothing but a shell!" He chastised, walking past you and placing your tablet on the highest shelf of your office; far, far from your reach.

You would only get it back once you were rested and cared for.

He pushed open the bathroom door with careful ease, not even struggling as he held you and set you down on the toilet.

You were picked up with ease, cradled in the Warriors arms like he was rescuing you from the battlefield as he marched out of the room. Your whines and cries and pleas to be put down went ignored, even as you pounded weakly on his chest.

You had originally thought he was taking your straight to the bedroom to put you down for a sleep but no, he walked right past the room without even a passing glance.

"Sit there." He told you, pressing a tender kiss to your head; the softness of his actions rendering you silent. "Let me handle this."

Your previous protests, your frustrations and any and all thoughts to your work had died all together by the time you two had stripped and were sitting comfortably in the warm scented water.

You blinked, watching him as he puttered around the bathroom; filling the tub with warm water and adding a generous portion of your favorite bathsoap, making a luscious and soothing scent fill the air and your senses.

A warm bath together would do you both some good, he was a little rumpled from training all day himself and you were worn down from your own work. Wamuu always enjoyed washing your hair and bathing together was always a good de-stressor in his eyes.

"You're too persuasive," you remarked, the words coming out as more of a sigh as he combed his fingers through your damp hair.

You hated to admit it but this was just what you needed; you could literally feel all the stress and overwork just washing away with the water rolling over you.

Wamuu chuckled softly, squeezing some of your favourite shampoo into his huge palm. "And You're negligent of your own needs. But don't worry, that's why I'm here..."

Santana:

"You are tired."

"I'm not tired!" You groaned, the exasperation in your voice was short-lived as the corners of your lips quirked up into a teeny grin. "...I'm y/n."

Santana tilted his head, pursing his lips. Usually you would chuckle at his obvious confusion (Santana still couldn't quite grasp puns and dry humor like sarcasm well, despite it being something you used more than often) but today you were too busy to sit down and explain it, let alone spend any time with him.

You still had work to pick at upstairs and judging by how things were going, you weren't going to be done anytime soon.

It didn't help the fact that Santana was becoming increasingly worried about you; he had caught you pouring yourself a bowl of orange juice and a glass of cereal this morning when you begrudgingly trudged downstairs for breakfast. The growling of your stomach neglecting its needs had become too unbearable.

Either way; you weren't going to let the fact you haven't seen a bed (or a fresh change of clothes) in days stop you.

"I just need to get some work done, Santana..." you sighed, emptying the pot of coffee into your mug. "I have a deadline at the end of the week."

"Sleep is for the weak." You replied, bringing the steaming mug to your lips for the first sip.

"You have not slept in days." He pointed out, the deep timber of his voice rumbling around the room. You could feel his eyes staring into your back as you fumbled around the kitchen.

Damn him for being so perceptive.

"Your kind is very weak." Came the immediate and factual response. "You require sleep to function and survive."

Like it or not, he was spitting straight facts.

You nearly choked on the gulp of hot liquid, it burned in your throat as his words hit you. Your mate watched as you opened your mouth and fumbled with a response to conteract that statement; ultimately having nothing.

It was always hard to argue when you felt so sluggish, your brain running just as well as an old windows computer, let alone when Santana stood there blinking so innocently.

You groaned, shuffling out of the room; mug in hand and the migrane you had been trying to rid of slowly regaining its pounding pulse in your temples.

"Oh honey, I'll be fine..." you whined, trying to ignore his eyes still watching you as you began your slothy trek up the stairs. "I may be a 'Primitive lifeform' but I can handle a little work."

The Pillarman watched you go, frowning to himself as you disappeared up the stairs; the hard shut of the door to your office the only sound following your exit.

Your energy was very low, he had only seen you eat a handful of times and it seemed like you were running into walls and doors more often than the average Human lately.

Santana was getting worried.

The hours of the morning ticked bye, eventually Noon rolled around and then passed and you didn't come down for lunch (or more coffee). The primal instincts of protecting you as his mate inevitably kicked in and Santana found himself at the door to your office, peering in with a curious eye.

There he was met with the sight of you slumped over at your desk, your back rising and falling slowly and rhythmically. The sounds of your soft breath hit his sharp ears, even from all the way across the room, and he found himself wandering in, coming right up beside you where you lay crumpled.

You stirred slightly, making his hair stand on end as a groan barely passed your lips before you settled down again, resuming your quiet snoring.

Upon further inspection he found your eyes were closed, cheek smooshed right against the wood of the desk and papers sticking uncomfortably to your face. Even your pen was still gripped in hand.

His eyes skimmed over some loose papers, nothing but meaningless words and numbers scrawled across the white without rhyme and reason to him but always it held some deeper meaning to you; your supposed work.

Your coffee had barely been touched, gone cold and sitting quite forlorn among the foodwrappers and empty water bottles and papers scattered across your workspace. Santana reached for the mug, sniffing curiously at the coal black liquid sloshing around inside. Throughout all the time he had known you, you always had a strange attachment to this drink; you claimed it was what kept you functioning.

Curiosity got the best of him and he brought it to his lips for a taste, wondering the exact appeal of it. He shuddered, growling, almost spitting the shallow mouthful of it out and turning his head away as the bitter and cold liquid overwhelmed his senses as it slipped down his throat...

Disgusting.

He brought the mug to his mouth again, unable to stop himself as he dove in for his second taste; doing the very same thing as before.

Not bad, actually.

The red-haired Pillarman pulled the mug close a third time, throwing his head back gulping back the liquid as if his life depended on it. Licking his lips and blinking rapidly, he cradled the now empty mug to his bare chest as his nostrils flared and toes curled, riding out the waves of it overpowering his senses.

It was so terrible but so good at the same time; so good he didn't want it to end but so terrible he wished the bitter and overpowering aftertaste would leave his tongue.

He turned his attention back to you, with a tilt of his head. You were still sleeping, nonethewiser to his very presence; it was likely you would stay that way for some time.

With only a moments thought he shuffled out of the room quickly, returning just moments later with a blanket and pillow in tow.

You needed your sleep to function, as he had told you, so he would leave you to it as he went downstairs to prepare more of that delicious "coffee" for when you woke.

With all the carefulness in the world, a massive hand slipped under you, lifting your face just inches off the had desk as he slipped the cushy pillow under you and let you down softly.

Gently, he draped the blanket over your back before leaning down, smoothing your hair and pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

He planned on having another mug himself.

Or two mugs.

Or five.

Or maybe three pots worth...

#funnybunny #pillarmen #pillarmen headcanons #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #my writing

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Key: e/d = energy drink, h/l =, hair length, h/c = hair color, e/c = eye color, y/f/v/c = your favorite videogame character

Here's an extra long chapter! I had a lot of fun with this one lol

Link to prologue:

Link to ch.1

Chapter 2

y/n's pov

"Really? Okay that's great! So I'll be meeting him here and show him around the studio. Yeah, of course! No problem! Bye." *click* Well it seems today is my lucky day! I got an applicant for a roomie! Only problem is... it wasn't my potential roommate I talked too.

It was Mr. Shigaraki, the owner of a big corporate conglomerate of hospitals, labs, and warehouses. When I tell you this man is loaded, he is LOADED. Although I heard some rumors that he might be involved in human experimentation. But imagine my surprise when I found out his son would be my roomate if I gave him the okay! I'm actually quite a fan of his son, whenever I have free time I watch his streams. They are pretty entertaining, especially when he, Dabi, Spinner, Twice, and Toga play Overwatch together. I never knew some of those curse words even existed!

Well, I better go to bed early, I have the feeling I'm going to need a good rest. I head to my room and change into a t-shirt and panties, slip into my bed, and I feel Bingus curl up near my feet. And with that I slip into the land of unconsciousness.

 

~Time skip to the next day~

You woke up early and made sure everything was ready. You put on some casual clothes, a baggy black hoodie showing a kitten with a ramen bowl, and some skinny jeans. You cleaned up the apartment, stocked the cabinets with some snacks, got soda and energy drinks in the fridge, and made sure to organize your room. You organized your video games and consoles, and made sure some were charged.

By the time you finished you were kinda tired to you took an energy drink out of the fridge and took a couple of sips. Bingus stalks over and starts to scream at you. "Oh shit! I forgot to feed you! I'm sorry Bingy." You said. As you walked over to get his food he kept screaming at you. When you finally put the food in his bowl and gave him fresh water he finally stopped screaming at you. But not without making a 'mrrt' sound at you and turn around sassily going to his food. "Always gotta be such a drama queen Bingus I swear." You shake your head in amusement.

You check your phone an look at the time, "huh, he should be here in about 5 minutes." You mumble to yourself. You pet Bingus for awhile until you hear a knocking at your door. You are so nervous! 'Okay, be cool y/n, just treat him as a regular person.' You walk towards the door with your heart beating a mile a minute. You open the door and...

Tomura's pov:

Welp, time to meet my potential roomate I guess. I wore a baggy black hoodie, black pants, and my iconic red shoes. Kurogiri warps me in front of the apartment. I feel anxiety course through me. With a deep inhale and breathing out a sigh I put my fist to the wooden door and knock. I hear faint footsteps come closer and as the door opens I look down a bit to see a small female woman.

I examine her discreetly and notice she has shiny h/l h/c hair and she has big round e/c eyes. "Well, are you going to let me in or are you just gonna keep standing there?" I say. I see her jump a bit and she apologizes. "Whatever. You gonna show me the apartment or what?" I say annoyed. She let's me in and the first thing I see is a fluffy calico cat sitting on the island in the kitchen batting what seems to be a can of... e/d? She turns around just as the cat bats the can to the floor spilling the drink. I look at her and she looks both mortified and offended, it's pretty amusing, I smirk a little.

"Bingus! What. The. Fuck?! You little shit!" She says while she approaches the mess, picks the can up an puts it back down near the cat. I can see her give the cat an exasperated look, and when I looked at the cat I swear, if a cat could make a smug face with a shit eating grin, this cat would have it. I chuckle at the interaction, it was certainly not going to be boring here it seemed. The cat looked at me and started...screaming? How the fuck? "Bingus don't be rude to him he might be living here!" You tell the cat. The cat pauses and seems to examine me before screaming again then running away into what I assumed was y/n's room. Well. That was...something.

By the time he snapped out of his thoughts you had already cleaned up the mess and just chug the drink then throw it out. Okay so you definitely weren't like other girls, good, he gained some respect for you, but only a little. "Shall we continue our tour?" I nod my head. She shows me the common room, then the kitchen. We head into the next room and I look around. There's pencils, paint, some canvases, a desk, a lamp on the desk, some erasures, sketchpads, markers, you get the point. It was an art room. I walk towards a painting of a silhouette of a person on a hill sitting beneath a tree looking at the dark night sky with beautiful stars and constellations. "Wow, you made this?" I ask. She blushes embarrassed and says "Yeah... It's an important painting to me, because it's a painting of one of my memories, when I was living in the countryside." She looks off into the distance, seemingly recalling that specific memory.

She snaps out of it and asks "Shall we return to the tour? All I have left to show you are the bathrooms, my room, then what will be your room if you choose to room with me." She smiles softly and I nod my head. She shows me the bathroom in the hall and tells me that that is the only bathroom with a tub and shower, but our rooms have basic toiletries. She shows me to my possible room first. "Here is your room if you wanna be my roomate!" She says. I examine the room; dark red walls with white accents, a wooden floorboard and a basic queen sized bed, a bedside table, a dresser, desk, etc. This might not be so bad after all.

We head to our last stop, to be honest I expected something frillish and girly but to my pleasant surprise she had a pretty cool room. The walls were f/c with accessories such as a neon sign that says 'Fuck You', a poster of CORPSE, and another of y/f/v/c. Then I noticed the game consoles. "Wow you have a Nintendo 64? I haven't seen one of these in years!" I say impressed. That's when I realised that not only will I be rooming with a girl, that same girl is cute as fuck, likes energy drinks, and places video games! I never met a girl who played video games in real life besides Himiko, but she is like 4 years younger than me so I don't really count her. And y/n is pretty nice too. I wonder if she watches my streams? Fuck, that'd be pretty hot. I snap out of my inner thoughts by y/n asking me how the apartment is. I tell her I really like it and would be glad to room with her. She looked so happy when I said that, but blushed and went back to normal. We exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact and agreed to me moving in here in about 4 days. I act all bored but really I can't wait to move in.

We part ways at the door and when she closed the door I texted Kurogiri to pick me up. Suddenly I'm really tired, having interactions with a stranger, a girl nonetheless really drained me. As I walk into the portal then step out into my room Kurogiri asks how it went. I gave him a short summary and when he was satisfied he left to tell father. I fall onto my bed and sigh. Y/n... huh. You are pretty interesting. I wonder how long it will take until you betray me...no, she wouldn't...right? I mean after all, she was really nice and inviting, she didn't seem to mind my scars, and her eyes lit up when we briefly talked about video games. My betrayal issues rise inside of me, making me anxious and wary. We will see, for now I'm too tired to think anymore. And with that as I get comfortable in my bed I fall asleep, thoughts of y/n swarming my mind.

#shigaraki tomura #shiggy #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura-shigaraki-x-reader #my hero academia shigaraki #bnha tomura #boku no hero academia tomura #tomura x reader

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"Clueless" *Part 2*

I feel bad because I actually have more of this written but if it doesn't end on a cliffhanger, what's the fun in that?

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Part 1

Part 3

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Rafael walked out onto the massive deck of the house. It housed a giant cabana lined with benches and pillows, complete with a tiki bar. Surprisingly it had not been overtaken by the party...yet.

You followed him into the cabana, where he promptly went behind the bar and fixed himself a scotch.

“What are you drinking?” He asked you.

You didn’t really drink a lot, but you didn’t want to look like a pansy. You racked your brain trying to remember any kind of drink you remembered seeing in movies.

“I’ll have a jack and coke,” You smiled nervously. He nodded and obliged, handing you the drink. You looked at it for a moment; it looked like a normal soda, how bad could that be? You took a big swig.

You were wrong-- it is VERY bad.

You almost choked as the burn of the whiskey fell down your throat, you looked around for napkins or something, praying to God this wasn’t how you were going to die-- trying and failing at impressing the most gorgeous man you’d seen in your life.

“Oh god, honey are you ok?” Rafael grabbed a water bottle and handed it to you. You grabbed it from him and chugged it quickly. Finally after a minute, you could breathe again and fully embrace the humiliation of what had just transpired. You didn’t want to look at him, you must have looked like an idiot choking on a cocktail like a prude. Ariel had taken you to enough parties in college, why hadn’t you practiced this before?

“Yeah I’m fine…” You muttered, staring into the deck floor.

“...Maybe light on the jack?” You could hear the smile in his voice. You looked up to see him holding another coke, with the Jack Daniels bottle in his hand. He ever so lightly splashed some whiskey into the glass and handed it to you. You sipped it this time, barely tasting the alcohol.

“...Thanks,” You smiled nervously, feeling your cheeks burn hotter by the second. Either you were the lightest lightweight on earth, or he made you nervous. You were pretty sure it was both.

“Not much of a drinker, are you?” He kept smiling at you as you shook your head NO.

“...Curiouser and curiouser,” He chuckled as he came back around the bar with his drink and nodded towards the pillowed benches. You followed and sat beside him on one, curling up your knees beside you like a mermaid tail.

“...What is?” You gave him a questionable look, waiting for an insult.

“You and Ariel’s relationship,” He gestured towards the house. “You don’t drink, you don’t party, you’re clearly WAY more intelligent,”

“...I know, she’s so awesome and I’m just--” You started to degrade yourself with a sad smile while pushing strands of hair behind your ear nervously.

“No no no,” He stopped you mid sentence, taking your hand. “Actually I was implying the opposite,”

Now you looked at him in even more confusion.

“I was going to say you’re way too good for her,” He finished with that amazing smile still on his lips.

You felt yourself go light headed; you seriously could not be this sensitive to alcohol, could you? You’d drank before, wine and champagne and what not. Even some jello shots at a few parties, where you couldn’t taste the alcohol at all. THAT was a bad night. But it couldn’t be the alcohol making you feel this way-- it had to be him.

“OH, um--” You snapped your hand back instinctively, any form of social intimacy freaked you out. But you instantly regretted it, missing the feeling of his warm skin on yours. So you fought your neurotic brain and moved it back forward slightly, where your fingers were still touching.

“No, um-- Ariel’s right,” You continued. “She saved me,”

“I highly doubt Ariel’s saved anyone in her life,”

“Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking about!”

“....Sorry,” He apologized. “I just don’t see what you see, apparently,”

“She has a huge heart, really,” He gave you a skeptical look. “Really!” You insisted.

“Look-- When I got accepted to Harvard, I didn’t know that my scholarship only accounted for the tuition, NOTHING else. So I didn’t-- I hadn’t saved anything for loding,” You sipped your coke as you continued. “So, I begged the housing department for ANY kind of room they could give me, I even offered to sleep in the janitor’s closet!”

A laugh from Rafael caused you to stop talking and look down at the floor, instantly embarrassed again at your sad sack of a life. Instantly Rafael went for your hand again but paused, noting your uneasiness from before.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at you,” He apologized. No one had ever cared enough to keep apologizing for YOUR lack of self esteem issues, flinching anytime anyone even coughed on you in an aggressive manner.

“No no, it’s fine, I just--” You now placed your hand over his, a feat in your social anxiety ridden brain. “It’s me, it’s not you,” You tried not to stare at your hands touching, but inside you were so proud of yourself and so happy to have his hand touching yours again, it was actually comforting.

“Anyway, um so--” You bit your lip nervously. “So I was just about to-- I don’t even know what, find a homeless shelter or a bridge, I guess,”

Rafael smiled in amusement and chuckled slightly, checking to make sure you weren’t thrown off by it again. You smiled and laughed at the thought of you dragging everything you owned to a bridge on campus to set up camp.

“But Ariel saw me, and took pity on me I guess?” You shrugged. You really weren’t sure of the thought process that went through Ariel’s head that night, you were just so grateful she had been there.

“She asked me if I had a place to stay and I said no, so she told me that she had a suite all to herself and that she really didn’t do well by herself and that she had just been heading to the housing department to ask for a roommate,” You smiled at the memory.

You weren’t entirely sure how true it was at the time, but knowing her as well as you do now, you knew she did NOT do well by herself. She was confident and full of self esteem to everyone else in the public, but when it was just the two of you she seemed almost...sad, most of the time. Like being happy was just the dress she put on to wear in the world.

“....I hadn’t thought about it like that,” Rafael said softly, now slightly regretting how snarky he was towards her most of the time.

“And now I know why,” You gestured towards the house. “That thing about her mom not wanting to ‘deal’ with her, I honestly don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have my parents,”

“Yeah, my mami and abuela are the two most important people in my life,” He nodded in agreement. “And Ariel...well, as far as I know, she’s never had a ‘dad’ stick, and her mom is just…” He paused. “Not really interested in her daughter,” He added with a sad shrug.

“...Your dad didn’t stick either? You asked cautiously, hoping you weren't prying.

“My dad…” He chuckled sarcastically. “My dad was...let’s just say life actually got better when he left,” He looked down. You saw pain and shame in his eyes, and you instantly empathized.

Not so much with the dad thing, but that constant nagging of shame and hurt. Which was totally unnecessary because you actually had the most loving family in the world, which only made you feel more guilt and shame, because you couldn’t appreciate it the way you were “supposed” to. It was just the way you were wired, and they understood that. But it didn’t help sway your guilt.

“He shacked up with Ariel’s mom for a few months and then took off with a LOT of her money,” He clenched his fists of the thought of the trail of destruction his father seemed to always leave behind.

“Luckily, Ariel’s mother didn’t associate myself with that asshole, although I’m pretty sure it’s because she wanted to replace him with me,” He shuddered at the memory of the several times Ariel’s mom had tried to “seduce” him when he was younger.

“Oh God,” You inadvertently made a grossed out face. The offended look on his face instantly made you panic. "Not like, you're gross. Just...she's gross. Hitting on a kid like that,"

"Oh I was ummm.." he chuckled nervously, looking towards the ocean. "I wasn't a kid per say," he coughed awkwardly.

"....How old were you?"

"I think I had just started at my first practice," he avoided the question. "She has a thing for lawyers. Probably becauses around them so often, always divorcing husbands,"

"So like, 28. And her mom was on husb--" You tried doing the math yourself.

"...I'm 15 years older than Ariel," He answered your mental question.

"Oh well, I mean that's cool," You smiled awkwardly. You failed to mention that you had graduated a year early in high school, so you were two years YOUNGER than Ariel.

"Uh huh," he raised an eyebrow with a chuckle.

"I get along with older people anyway," you said, than backpedaled immediately."I MEAN, not that you're old, just--"

"OldER," He kept his amused look at your faltering.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could blame this on the alcohol but I'm just…" you sighed. "Not made to interact with Humans,"

"Aw hey now come on," he punched your shoulder like a kid. "You're doing great, it's really cute," he smiled then realized what HE had just said, and backpedaled.

"I mean, endearing," he found a more suitable word, trying to hide the fact that he was probably a little buzzed and more attracted to you than he probably should be. However he noted the somewhat disappointed look you had when he corrected himself.

"You're probably the first person to think so,"

"Except Ariel, right?"

"She tolerates it, she definitely doesn't think it's 'cute'. She's tried to 'fix' me since we met,"

"Seriously?" "Who does she think she is--?" He started to get up like he was going to give her a "talking to".

"No no no, it's fine Rafael really," You stood up quickly and pulled on his arm gently, making him turn around quickly. You wondered if he had just felt that….reaction between you.

You were far too intellectual to believe in trivial things that people spoke about like a "spark", but in that moment you had to think to yourself maybe they had a point.

"Right, sorry," he nodded and quickly sat down. "I may be a little more buzzed than I thought,"

"No that was really sweet, honestly," you smiled softly. "I probably didn't explain it well," "She just wants the best for me,"

"You're perfect the way you are, Y/N," "I mean, you seem like a good kid,"

"Kid?" You were suddenly offended, though you weren't sure why. You'd always been thought of as a child, being younger than your peers most of your life. Always in higher classes in high school, younger than your college classmates. It had never bothered you before, not once.

But when Rafael called you a "kid", it felt like a gut punch, which made you feel even worse. You just met this guy, what was wrong with you?

"Person," he corrected himself. "I meant person," but the damage was done.

"....I should go check on Ariel, make sure she didn't get herself in a 'situation'," you turned to walk back into the house.

"Hey no wait Y/N, I thought we were--" He started to go after you but you put your hand up.

"No, really. I probably shouldn't have left her alone in the first place," You didn't even grab your drink you just waved your hands dismissively and disappeared back into the party before he could say anything else.

“....I guess I’ll sleep in my car,” He muttered to himself as he headed back around the house.

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The next morning Rafael had to leave early to get back to the city, but he had texted Ariel.

"Tell Y/N I'm sorry, and tell her if she has any questions about law to text me anytime, day or night,"

"What did that dick do to you?" She stomped into her bedroom, where you were sleeping.

"What? Your bro-- Rafael? Nothing! He didn't do anything!" Your head snapped up instantly awake.

"Well what's he apologizing for?" She held out her phone; you didn’t have your contacts in so you couldn’t read it.

"...For calling me a kid," You shrugged sadly.

"Oh. Well you ARE a kid, sweets" Ariel instantly dropped her anger into her happy self, patting you on the head like a dog.

"No I'm not…." You muttered. "Did he say anything else?"

Ariel didn't like the idea of that pompous prick getting his claws in you, she didn't like it one bit.

"Nope," she lied.

"Oh," you replied sadly.

"Oh please don't tell me you care what what that bonehead thinks" she scoffed. "He thinks he's some 'big deal' because he has a fancy title,"

"No he doesn't," You instantly defended him, though you weren’t sure why. Weren’t you mad at him? No, actually you were kicking yourself for taking it so hard and just leaving him on the beach. You could have stayed there talking to him all night.

"Oh no, he got to you didn't you?" She acted concerned. "ugh I knew it, I should have warned you,"

"Warned me?" You looked at her confused.

"Yeah, it's what he does," she continued to lie. "He likes to seduce my friends for sport," She continued to spin a web of deceit.

"I...I don't believe you," You mumbled. You had never dared to even slightly disagree with Ariel, terrified anything would set her off and she’d “disown” you.

"Excuse me?” Her head whipped around.

"I don't believe you," you repeated. Her eyes widened with shock at your defiance. She almost lost it on you, before realizing honey worked better than vinegar.

"Honey, think about it," She came around and sit next to you on the bed. "He reeled you in and then called you 'kid'. Probably because you started making heart eyes at him, right?"

"I don't, it wasn't--" You tried recalling every single detail of the interaction.

"See? He just likes the sport of getting women to fawn over him and then move on,"

"But then why did he apologize?" You pointed out, still not sure of her accusations.

"Probably because you're my best friend and he knew I'd kick his ass for hurting your feelings,"

"But--" You were sure it had been YOU who walked away from HIM. But...he didn’t come after you. Maybe he was satisfied with making you upset?

"He didn't ask me to give you his number," she flat out lied. "He obviously didn't want any more contact with you sweetie,"

She had a point. She smiled in victory when she saw the determination and hope in your eyes dissolve into sadness.

"I'm sorry, honey, I should have warned you," she feigned sympathy, pulling you into a tight hug. "Now let's get that skeezer out of your mind," she grabbed your hand and pulled you away.

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A few days later

Rafael was bewildered that you hadn't contacted him. Did he imagine the connection you two seemed to have? Was he more intoxicated than he thought? No, that wasnt possible. Had he really hurt you that much by calling you a kid? And if so, why? Did you feel something that would hate for you to see her as a kid?

He decided to text Ariel.

"Hey...did you tell Y/N what I said?"

"Yes. She said to fuck off. You must have really pissed her off BRO."

That didn't seem right. That didn't even sound like something you'd say. It sounded like something his evil stepsister would say.

"Did she say that or did you say that?"

"Stay away from my friends, and get your own you perv,"

He knew it. She probably didn't even give you his number. “Oh god,” he thought. What if she hadn't said anything at ALL?

He needed a plan.

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