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homo-rashi · 8 months

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Roommates (Original Work) Ch 4.

Safe With Me (contains Omorashi)

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August is sitting uncomfortably on the floor of Rowan’s room, borrowed sweatpants feeling like they are gonna burst at the seams, eyes cast down to his fingers, twiddling with the dark blue rug taking up half of the room. Gray is sitting a few feet away messing with Rowan's ipad, listening to some type of minecraft youtube video through Rowan’s airpods.

“You know…this is like breaking every single school rule imaginable, right?” Rowan says quietly, from the desk chair mere feet away from August, motioning to the kid.

“Hence why you weren't supposed to find out.” August says under his breath, feeling, not so in the mood for arguing after utterly embarrassing himself again.

“I think there is a lot of stuff you haven't told me, but I'm least worried about the kid. Seems like Max did the right thing, no kid his age should be around their parents when they're drunk. Bringing him to our super strict zero-tolerance boarding school…That was questionable but what can I do now? He is already here and it's the middle of the night.” August lets out a sigh of relief, he couldn't imagine Max’s reaction if Rowan took Gray to the headmaster. “But-” August snaps his eyes up to meet Rowans, for the first time since coming back from his shower. “We have to talk about what happened.” and, August once relieved tension skyrockers back up to his ears,

“I don't want to.” August wines, pulling his knees up to his chest, ignore the sounds of all the threats breaking in his pants.

“I know you said it's your anxiety that causes your…other issue.” Rowan says, looking at Gray while speaking vaguely, “Is what happened tonight related to that? I'm not trying to make fun of you or anything but, its-” Rowan seems just as much at a loss for words as August is.

“It’s weird that I keep pissing myself? I know…” August feels shame. He can feel this stomach tightening, his anxiety heightening, he angrily grabs onto the fibers of the rug with his hand, digging his nails into the padding of the rug, “The kid woke me up, I was dry but had to piss…tried the restroom…it didn't work. Thought I could make it here and you saw how that ended up.” August explains, hiding it will just make his anxiety worse, in turn making his issues worse.

“Why…um, did the restroom not work?” Rowan asks about the part August was hoping they would just jump over and move on from without acknowledging it, He should have known Rowan wouldn't give up that easily.

“The kid was with me…I couldn’t go with someone, you know, around.” August cringes, he actually cringes. He rips a few pieces of the rug out and bans himself from touching it, knowing he already defaced the floor of this room once tonight.

“Shit dude…If this is like- a thing for you…How the hell are you gonna manage sharing a communal restroom when the rest of the guys get back to the dorms tomorrow, It's never empty, not completely. Or during class? You can expect to run back to the dorms every time you have to go during class, you will get caught.” August swallows hard, that is exactly what he was planning to do. The dorms should be empty when everyone living in them is in class, he long accepted the fact that his classmates would think he was taking a dump every time he excused himself to pee because of how long it would take, but he would accept the occasionally poop joke at his expense to not literally pee his pants in class.

“I'm open to suggestions.” August shrugs, stumped and annoyed.

“What did you do at your old school?” Rowan asks, clearly trying to help. August looks to make sure Gray is still preoccupied before spilling another one of his horribly embarrassing secrets…

Most days August has his bathroom habits down to a perfect science. He would go before he left for school in the morning in his safe, perfect bathroom in his house. Of course, he would need to go by the end of the day on most days. Sure it was uncomfortable to have to walk home feeling like you have a liter of sprite sloshing around inside of you, but He managed. One unfortunate day he found he couldn't manage.

Somehow by fourth period, He was already a squirming mess. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why. His habits naturally included drinking less and making sure he didn't have tea or coffee or anything that would make him have to go more. He just knew he was not going to make it home like he usually did. Of course he tried to find a bathroom that was empty, but his public school was big, and did not have that many bathrooms. By the time he got out of fifth period and was heading to lunch, he was hardly able to think about anything else besides peeing.

So…When he got his lunch and his juice was handed to him in a tall, scratched up plastic cup, His eyes flicked with the idea. He didn't eat any of his food, ditching his tray at a random table and dumping out his cup in the trash, but holding onto the receptacle. He found an empty classroom swiftly, making sure he was far enough away from the cafeteria that nobody would wander in. Dropped his pants just enough to pull himself out and shamefully let go in the juice cup.

When he finished doing it the first time, he realized he still needed somewhere to put the cup and spill out the shameful liquid he had just filled it with. That day he ended up hiding it in his locker, asking to go to the bathroom during his next class and spilling it out in the sink in the bathroom, but all the times after that, because he did continue it for his entire time at that school, He made sure to sneak into an empty science classroom and pour his piss down one of the science station sinks.

Nobody ever found out. He never had to sit through his last period class being so immensely uncomfortable ever again, and he never had to step foot in the horrible school bathrooms either…

“So yeah, I'm disgusting.” August finishes telling his story, his horrible, embarrassing story.

“August, that's terrible. You shouldn't have had to do that, your needs should have been accommodated.” Rowan says, August can feel the genuine sorrow in his voice, but August doesnt feel bad for himself, the situation was of his own making after all,

“They would have, had I told anyone. I don't want to be the guy who uses the nurses bathroom, or hell, you know, the guy who changes in the stall. It's embarrassing to be different.” August would rather pee in a cup every single day then tell the Headmaster he has ‘potty issues’. His mom pavlov dogging him is another thing, it's not his fault, this thought feels like it is.

“Where the hell is he?” The door to Rowan's room slams open, Max stops dead in his tracks peering around the room. “Why the fuck would you take him out of our room? Do you know how much of an idiot you are?” August doesnt have time to react before Max’s hands are bundled in the front of his shirt, pulling him up to eye level.

“Hey, lets just calm down-”

“Shut up, ladyboy! this has nothing to do with you.” Max yells, Rowan takes a step back towards his bed, “You could have gotten me kicked out! Why would you leave? Whatever it was I was right there-”

“Stop!” Gray yells, standing up, Ipad and airpods abandoned, “It was my fault. I asked August to take me to the restroom because I couldn't wake you up!” Gray rubs at his tired eyes,

“Gray, Fuck dude. You know what I told you…” Max bends down to his brother's level letting go of August's shirt, He promptly backs away, knocking into Rowan in the process who places a leveled hand on his shoulder.

“What was I supposed to do? Pee on your floor?” Gray says, with a bit of sass in his voice, August is slightly amused,

“You drank a whole bottle of something to make you have to go, hmmm?” Max claps back, August can see the visible blush spread across the kids face,

“Hey! I'm sorry to break up…whatever this is but, It's two in the morning, I have 20 freshmen arriving in four hours and I promise not to tell anyone he is here, But can you get the fuck out of my room.” Rowan is already walking to the door, August goes first, purposely making eye contact with Rowan as he leaves his bag of soiled clothes hanging on the bathroom door handle, hoping He just washed them or tossed them.

Max stops when he gets to the door. August can feel his eyes running up and down his body, stopping on his legs.

“What the fuck is wrong with your pants? They look goofy as hell.” Max asks. August’s eyes fall to the group, meeting Grays for just a split second. He is caught. It's obvious. Anyone with half a brain would know why he is wearing Rowan's sweatpants.

“I got lost in the bathroom and he slipped on a puddle in the showers.” Gray says, taking a step forward in front of Max. August mouths ‘thank you’ to him as he passes by. He can only hope he isn't now indebted to owning miniature max any favors.

Waking up dry the next morning, or well, a few hours later is the only nice thing about waking up. He is immediately hit with the sound of chunky liquid splattering into a mental container of some sort. He opens his eyes to see Max, puking into his hydroflask…

“What the hell?” He jumps out of bed, almost forgetting about Gray, just barely missing stepping on him.

“Hnghh-hungover-sorry-” Max can barely get two words out before he is puking into the bottle again. August looks around for something else to hand him but the only trash cans in the room are mesh, not best for holding someone puke. “I’m going to huuuck- shower. Watch him and dont leave this room, get it?” Max gets up, taking the abused water bottle with him. August just hopes he tosses it at that point.

August looks down at Gray, who is still sound asleep. He decides to sit on his bed and scroll on tiktok, hoping Max won't take too long to shower. Thankfully, his prayers are answered when, gray still sound asleep, Max comes through the door, looking less green, way cleaner, with the pleasant smell of sausage and egg following him.

“Here-” He hands August a breakfast sandwich wrapped in a paper towel, all the while gently kicking Gray with his foot.

“Wake up idiot, it's already nine. Eat.” Gray groggily wakes up and takes the sandwich, and the carton of orange juice offered to him, groggily unwrapping the food and taking a sleepy bite.

“Max…” August didn't want to have this conversation, but he can't imagine anytime is a good time to talk about the elephant in the room.

“I know. I don't want to hear it from you. His mom comes back tomorrow. Then i'll send him home…just…help me watch him until then and i'll consider us even, or, i'll even owe you one.” August can almost detect an ounce of empathy and human emotion from Maxes tone so, he agrees, not like he was never gonna have the kid sent back to his drunk dad, who doesn't even feed him properly it seems.

Gray yawns, standing up and stretching his legs, rubbing his eyes to fully wake up, crumpling up the paper towel from his breakfast. “I gotta pee…” He looks up at His brother first then to August, who also has to pee, but has been dreading the idea of going outside the room, where he can hear its already busy with guys returning back for the start of the school year.

“Here, have at it.” August looks at Max with wide eyes as he hands his brother an empty water bottle from his desk. Max must notice August's shocked expression and take it as judgmental.

“Its not like he can fucking go out there! I was just in the shitter and it was crazy. Someone would see. So shut the fuck up and get out, give my little bro some privacy.” Before August can say anything, not that he really knows what to say, he is shoved out the door, his student card being chucked at him before the door is slammed and locked.

August makes his way down the stairs, slower than usual from all the people bringing in boxes and such to the higher floors. He doesn't even bother stopping by the bathroom, hearing a flush every so often he knows it wont work. Instead he resigns his fate and goes straight to Rowan's room, softly knocking.

“For the last time, No! I don't know how to work the air fryer in the lounge- oh! Hi August!” Rowman instantly looks relieved to see him, “finally, someone who doesn't look at me like i’m Cruella Devil. Wanna go shopping?” August motions to their entire floor filled with candles, hair styling tools of all different kinds, and one, large, red microwave in the middle of the small room.

“Uh-” August doesnt know what to say, but steps into the room anyways,

“Confiscated before they even made it to their rooms, funny, freshmen are so easy, if you ask to ‘borrow their straightener’ they hand it right over.” Roman laughed, kicking various straightener cords out of the way to get to his desk.

“I see now why they are afraid of you.” August doesnt sit down, or even move away from the door. He feels bad, suddenly, realizing he came here only to use the restroom, feeling like he is taking advantage of Rowan’s kindness. That still doesn't keep him from eyes up the bathroom door,

“Go piss girl.” Rowan says, seemingly catching on to August lingering glance at the bathroom.

“Sorry.” He ducking into the bathroom and quickly tries to relieve himself. He isn't as desperate as he was yesterday, so it doesn't come easy. He can hear Rowan out there, fiddling with his desk chair, but after some coaxing, he manages and for the first time in days, not even his underwear is wet. He feels embarrassed at how proud he is of that.

Walking out of the bathroom tho, he find Rowan sitting with his hands crossed over his chest,

“Uh oh, am I in trouble, dad?” He makes his way over to the bed, plopping down onto it.

“No…of course not but August. This can't keep happening. I love you, i've adopted you as my closted gay son of the school year but…you can’t only piss in my room…If you wanna talk to someone about getting a medical accommodation, i'll come with you...” August can tell Rowan is trying to make light of the situation, but he already knew he couldn't make a habit out of this…not really.

“Does this campus have cameras?” August asks, depending on Rowan's answer, he might have an easy solution.

“Like on every building, on every exit. None in the dorms though, for privacy laws or something, they can't.” That isn't the answer August wanted to hear.

“Guess pissing on a random tree isn't an option...” August wants to die. He can’t believe he is already in this type of situation, school hasn't even started yet. He cannot and will not become the weird outcast kid who has pee issues. He wants to actually have friends, besides Rowan and his crazy roommate.

“August…” He stands up. He doesn't want Rowan's sympathy, not right now at least. He has embarrassed himself enough in the last twelve hours,

“It's fine, Rowan, I can handle myself but…”

“If it's an emergency please don't hesitate to come here…” August goes to the door. Knowing he will now, always hesitate before coming here. To Rowan. And he can't even be mad. It's annoying to have someone barging in your private space when said person is refusing any help from adults. And it's not like Rowan can say no to a friend with their hands between their legs begging to let them use your bathroom, like last night. August decided then and there, he will come up with a fool proof solution to his problem once and for all…He cant put the stress of his anxiety on another person.

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Unfortunately for August, the next time he found himself needing to pee was only a few hours later without a single idea of how and where that was going to happen. Luckily though, He had other things to worry about.

“No! I don't want to!” Gray kicked and all but screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Come on, you did it earlier without a problem.” Max looked just about done with his little brother. The two of them have been cooped up in this room for the better part of a day. August went and sat under a tree in the courtyard to clear his head of what happened this morning, only coming back to chaos. At first it was a lack of headphones that didn't hurt Gray's head, causing Max to have to sit and listen to some guy called Dream play minecraft on twitch for four hours. Now, it's a more alarming issue.

“That was when I was tired and didn't realize it was gross!” Gray literally bats the empty water bottle out from Max’s hands, it goes flying onto August’s side of the room, he stares at it, wishing he could grab it and just go inside it, but no, he couldn't…could he?

“I wanna go to the actual bathroom! It's not fair, you left to pee like, six times already!” August eyes widen at the embarrassing admission, Six times is a lot, Max also must know this as his demeanor changes.

“Fine!” he yells, storming over to his desk and slamming his headphones on. “Piss yourself for all I care, it's not like I had to get drunk to save your ass less than twenty-four hours ago.”

The room goes silent besides Max clicking away at his keyboard. If there is one thing August has learned, its Max might as well not exist in the small room when he is gaming. He can't hear anything with his headphones on and does not take well to being interrupted. August goes to roll over, to try and ignore his aching bladder, but he stops when he hears a muffled sniffling. He wants so badly to ignore it. So bad to just focus on his own problem and not some kid he doesn't know, but…he owes him for last night.

“Hey…” August gets out of bed and walks over to the kid, who is standing in the middle of the room, crying, aggressively wiping at his eyes.

“Hi.” He looks up, red rimmed and clearly annoyed at this current predicament.

“Max can be…a little…” August doesnt know what to say, mean? Is that mean? Rude? Not that worse than mean.

“A total dickass?” Gray blurts out. It takes all of August's willpower to not laugh, but he can't say he doesn't agree with the kids' statement. August looks up at at Max then back at Gray,

“Listen. You saw what happened to me last night…it's not fun to…have an accident. I don't think I ever thanked you for not telling your brother.” August whispers to the sobbing kid.

“I knew he wouldn't be cool about it. He has made fun of me before…it's not that he- He just, Ugh. I have to pee, please take me to the restroom.” August feels bad for the kid and he can more than sympathize.

“Would it help if me and your brother left the room?” August tries to think of what would make him most comfortable, and being alone definitely would help.

“Maybe, but…the bottle…its…” August can tell the kids want to say something but he is hesitating, looking back at his brother then back at him.

“Is it a secret? Wanna whisper it so Dickass doesn't hear?” August gets a chuckle out of the kid, who nods. He bends down so his ear is right next to the kid's mouth.

“The bottle didn't work earlier. It got all over my legs and… hands…I didn't tell Max because I was afraid he would make fun of me.” August feels the gears click into place. It makes sense. He definitely didn't have the best of aim when he was in middle school, at that it is embarrassing to admit. August looks around, His eyes lock on his hydro flask, that it is sitting atop a paper towel as if its been washed out and it drying, cap set just to the side.

“I think I can help with that.” August, begrudgingly, walks up to Max’s desk and grabs the bottle, in turn, making Max take off his headphones and give him a disgusted look.

“Hey!…I only washed that fuckin thing with a tide pod in the laundry room sink…it should be like bleached before you drink out of it.”

“Here. It's fine, I was gonna toss it anyway, it has a big opening, see. Come on dic- I mean Max, I need to talk to you in the hallway.” Max looks at his brother then back at August, with a less then please look on his face, but eventually, he gets up and follows August to the hallway.

“What?” Max says the second the door is closed,

“Huh?” August looks at him confused,

“Don't ‘huh’ me? You're the one who wanted to talk to me out here.” August rolls his eyes, he can now add dense to the list of stereotypical stupid bad boy stereotypes this guy lives up to.

“You really don't know why we're out here?” August asks, Max, annoyingly shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“You were really gonna let your little brother wet his pants?” August can't believe those words are coming out of his mouth, and to his roommates of all people right now, but under these circumstances, he feels like he has to.

“He is a smart kid. He won't piss himself, he isn't a baby!” Max seems offended, August can't begin to fathom why.

“Being smart has nothing to do with when you have to take a piss...If I didn't give him my water bottle, he would have! by the way, thanks for ruining it, not like I didn't have a sentimental attachments to any of those stickers from my home town or anything!””

“Gray is…” Max’s eyes go wide, as if all the moving parts just clicked into place.

“Yeah, news flash, A thirteen year old might have trouble pissing into the opening of an arrowhead water bottle, especially if they are half asleep!”

“Fuck. He crawled back into bed after you left and didn't move for hours…did he…you know,?” Max motions to his pants, August cringes, but knows what he is asking.

“I think so… he didn't give me all the details okay…I shouldn't even be telling you but, he probably shouldn't keep wearing those pants and his underwear.” August knows sitting in even a little bit of piss can be really irritating, it's not comfortable.

“Stay here and lock the door… I gotta call his mom.” Max disappears down the hallway, August, who did a very good job of acting like he wasn't just terrified for his life, immediately throws his hands between his legs, slipping in the door of the room before anyone can see him.

“Hey thanks for th-oh.” August immediately stops wiggling around when he remembers the whole reason he was in the hallway, the kid. The kid who is holding his capped hydro flask, staring at him doing a potty dance for the second time in the day he has known him.

“No worries, just leave it by the door. I'll throw it out later.” August cringes at how forced his voice sounds, not that it's not completely obvious he is having a situation…

“It's not full, I mean- I didn't, you can… I'll hide in your closet.” August can't believe he is even considering it, but he is.

“You can't tell your brother, please, It's- I have, it's a long story.” August says wiggling in place over to snatch up his water bottle.

“Airpod are noise canceling…I know you- I heard you tell that girl about your problems at your old school.”

“Rowan is a boy and-” Gray cuts him off,

“Go potty, it can wait!” August waits for Gray to close the wardrobe doors, immediately uncapping the bottle and shuffling over to the farthest corner of the room. Cringing at being told to ‘go potty’.

“Please, please.” He begs his body to cooperate just this once. He pulls himself out, aligning his dick with the top of the bottle, seeing that it is indeed not too full, less the half it should hold majority of what he is holding, if any would come out. “No, come on. Nobody is here.” August pleads to himself, second later, a small, painful stream starts to exit his body.

His stream starts to pick up momentum. The tinny splashing noise it makes going into the bottle makes him slightly self conscious, but he doesn't care, he doesnt care at all until he hears a knock at the door.

“It's me.” fuck. August thinks to himself, trying to cut off his stream, but now that he is going, like actually, he can’t stop. “Hello? Can you let me in”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” August doesnt know what to do, Suddently the wardrobe door opens. Gray comes out, with his hands covering his eyes. August tucks himself rather into the corner, trying to just finishing peeing,

“No. I’m mad at you.” Gray shouts back on the other side of the room.

“Gray, Where is August? August let me in!” Max pounds again, August stream has slowed down, not because he is near empty, but because of the voice, people talking. But he cant stop it, it would hurt and he doesn't know when he will have this chance again.

“He has headphones on and is in bed, he can't hear you.” August doesn't want to focus on what the two brothers are saying, but he is and he can't help but agree that Max was right, August is a smart kid.

“Come on, Gray. I’m sorry I got mad, you know what dealing with dad does to me…and alcohol.” Gray takes a step closer to the door,

“Yeah, I know what alcohol does to you. That's why you should have known I wasn't lying when I said I needed to pee.” August wonders what gray means by that, but he doesn't dwell on it, feeling his bladder finally run dry. He caps the bottle, tucking himself back into his pants.

August sets the now full, hydroflask down by the door, bidding it the weirdest farewell, since he is for sure throwing it out the second he has a chance. He taps Gray's shoulder, mouthing the most sincere thank you he can, before jumping in bed, and throwing on his own noise canceling headphones.

“I know you weren't lying and I was a dick, now let me in. I have good news.” August turns away when Gray opens the door, he doesn't have any music playing so he hears Max call him names before he feels his leg being shoves, he turns around and tries to act normal.

“Get up. We have to make this place look…not like this.” Max motions around the room, the various cans and bottles all over the place (on mostly max’s side) and the blankets on the floor.

“Why?” August asks, sliding his headphones off into his lap.

“Gray’s mom is on her way here.” August swallows. He doesn't know why, but he gets the idea that this woman, gray moms, not Max’s mom, as he keeps clarifying, is a scary woman.

“First, I guess ill run this down to the dumpster- Oh holy fuck!” August nor Gray can stop Max before he picks up the hydro flask, the extremely full hydro flask that to his knowledge his little, very little brother filled up.

“Damn little bro, impressive. Are you sure your underpants are dry?” Max teases, Gray laughs making eye contact with August, who's underpants and in fact not dry. But Gray already knows enough of his secrets. August gets to work tidying his side of the room, wondering what chaos his roommate is gonna bring him into next.

#fictomo #omo #fanfic #piss kink #omorashi #a03 #male omorashi #omocute #bed wetting #bed wetter #piss fic #original fiction #original character #original story

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heartzanonymous · 2 years

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drarry omorashi!

This is my first omorashi fanfic, be nice pls

"Here, Dray, you're going to dehydrate yourself," Harry muttered as he passed a water bottle over to his boyfriend. Draco was fully enticed in a book, taking and downing the fifth water bottle that Harry had passed to him without even taking notice of how many he'd went through. . .at least, not until he felt a familiar pressure in his stomach, shifting a bit but not bothering to get up yet. He could hold it, this book was getting good.

Three more bottles down, now Draco needed to get up. He and Harry needed to go to class soon, anyway - slowly, he rose from his seat and went to make his way to the restroom, stopping in his tracks when Harry spoke.

"Where are you going? We have to get to class."

"I was just going to-"

"Hold it. Come on," for just a second, a dominating tone ran through Harry's voice as he pulled Draco along by the hand. Maybe Draco would never admit to Harry having full control over him, but he and Harry both knew the truth.

Draco had managed to silently make it through potions, seeing as he sat on the other side of the room due to his & Harry's house difference. Now though, it'd been about an hour and a half of holding it, his leg bouncing up and down as his thighs squeezed together. It didn't help that History of Magic was a particularly boring class, therefore he had nothing to focus or distract himself with.

"Harry," Draco managed, voice shaky and quiet as green eyes flickered over to him, the Gryffindor's lips curled in sick amusement.

"Please, I gotta go," he begged, only for Harry's hand to snake a hand over to his boyfriends abdomen and gently press down for a few second, earning a shaking gasp from the blond as a small string of curses left him.

"You're a big boy, aren't you," Harry teased, watching Draco's usually paper white face flush light red and hearing a small growl bubble from his chest.

"Yeah, but-!"

"Yeah," Harry mocked, earning another grumble as Draco inhaled steadily and spoke again, clenched jaw unfaltering despite his crimson face.

"Yes sir, but we still have thirty minutes of class. I can't --- please," he pleaded again, shifting in his spot. Rather than replying, Harry moved his hand down to Draco's inner thigh, earning a sharp inhale.

"You're dry. I think you'll be okay." "Wh - " "You'll be fine, Baby, just relax will you?" That name - Harry took advantage of it when he could, watching as his boyfriend grudgingly turned back toward the front of the room, leg still gently bouncing as a hand occasionally wandered between his crotch - to no avail, a small spurt creating a wet spot in his boxers as a small whine threatened past his lips. Not good, not good.

"Sir, please," he begged again. Usually he'd wait it out a bit longer, but he wouldn't want to risk wetting himself in the middle of class at eighteen years old. Nope nope nope.

"Fine, you have to go?" Harry spoke a bit too loudly for Draco's comfort. "Then go."

He snapped his fingers quickly - the release trigger he not-so-accidentally trained Draco to respond to - watching with a grin as different expressions washed over pale features. Momentary relief, realization, and absolute mortification as he squirmed against wet trousers. It wasn't enough to be noticeable to the untrained eye at least, but Harry and Draco both knew that if he didn't get up soon, he was gonna leave a humiliating mess in his seat. Finally, Harry offered Draco a nod of permission as Draco's hand shakily rose into the air.

"Yes, Mister Malfoy," Professor Binns questioned, pausing his droning about endless wars.

"Washroom, Sir," Draco answered back, keeping his voice as steady as possible and raising from his seat instantly when he got a nod in reply, bolting out of the door and followed by Harry just a moment later. Just as he thought his boyfriend might have mercy on him, another snap echoed through the corridors and without time to think, a steady stream started down Draco's legs as he sunk to his knees, hot tears of humiliation fresh on his cheeks.

"Aw, I guess you couldn't hold it afterall," Harry pouted in false sympathy as he squatted next to Draco, gently wiping his tears and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as he slowly helped him to his feet and used his wand to clean the spot on the floor.

"There you go, Baby - you did really well, let's get you cleaned up, alright?"

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broodybelly · 2 years

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Looks like his football kit is riding up. What was it you put in Derick that's making his tummy bulge?

https://t.co/R4lXvNzz4I

#mpreg #mpreg belly #mpreg kink #pregnant man #implied mpreg #pregnant guy #male pregnancy #mpreg art #ball belly #omo #gainerart #gainer fiction #inflated belly #male inflation

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omoghouls · 6 months

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wanna give me a challenge while I hold? I’m really starting to feel full….

Aaaaa sorry I'm not really comfy with this sorta stuff (and im not good at giving challenges xD)

#m #im moreso into fictional and hypothetical omo aaaa sorry!!

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thesecretomoblog · 1 year

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Omo Questionnaire- Jesse

general / casual (regular everyday peeing behavior lol)

What’s their preferred place to pee? (bathroom, outside, container…etc.)

Jesse isn’t particularly picky about where he goes. He’ll use a toilet if one is available, but if it isn’t then it’s not a problem to go somewhere else.

He’s peed onto the floor of his basement multiple times since an intense need to pee just hits him suddenly pretty often. It’s fine, the basement floor is already a mess due to other reasons.

2. Do they prefer to pee standing up or sitting / squatting? At home or in public?

He usually stands, but for whatever reason, when he pees outside he finds it weirdly relaxing to squat down. He doesn’t know why it feels good, considering that it means he needs to pull his pants down or off all the way rather than simply unzipping them, he thinks it’s pretty illogical he enjoys the feeling so much. But, he just does.

3. Can they aim well (or at all)? Which hand do they use? Both? None?

His aim is generally good, and he uses one hand, often using the other to prop himself up against something while he pees.

4. Are they vocal or quiet? Do they get chatty if there are people around?

Jesse’s not a super talkative person. He definitely doesn’t like to discuss his bodily functions unless it’s necessary.

He’ll sigh while peeing, but would never want to talk while he’s doing that. Someone else speaking to him while he’s peeing will irritate him.

5. Do they have any unusual bathroom habits? (whistling, leaning against the wall, pants all the way down when standing, looking at memes on their phone, etc.)

He does lean into the wall while going. Since he has a hard time noticing that he needs to pee until it’s an emergency, the relief can sometimes make him a little weak at the knees.

6. Do they take their time or do they try to get done as quickly as possible?

He will sometimes take longer deliberately if he knows someone is waiting on him to finish. He’s fascinated by the pain tolerance of other people, and so seeing how long he can force someone to wait until they get mad and start shouting at him to hurry amuses him.

7. Are they pee-shy? Do they get embarrassed? If yes, in what situation and by what? (the sight? the noise? people knowing they have bodily functions?) In front of whom?

Nope, no pee-shyness at all. Nothing can freeze him up or make it difficult for him to let go, once he tells himself to pee it all comes out right away, perfectly easily.

This isn’t to say he doesn’t feel EMBARRASSED by it ever, though. He certainly doesn’t LIKE the idea of other people thinking about him peeing, but that embarrassment isn’t strong enough to prevent him from being able to go.

8. Do they prefer to go in groups or do they want to be alone / need privacy.

He wants to be alone, he has no desire to turn urinating into a social event. Julian sometimes follows him into the restroom anyway, though. And then refuses to take the hint that Jesse doesn’t WANT to talk to him while they’re at the urinals. No matter how many times Jesse mutters the words “Silence, moron,” Julian just will not be quiet.

9. If they use the men’s room, stall or urinal? Do they stick to the unwritten bathroom etiquette? (no talking, no looking over, leaving a urinal gap, etc.)

He prefers urinals, since he’s forever (unintentionally) waiting until the last second to pee, he doesn’t have time for the door on a stall, or lifting the lid/seat up— He’s barely even got time to just get his zipper down.

Jesse wants total and complete silence while he’s peeing, so he would never, EVER be the first to speak while in the restroom. If he DOES talk, it’s usually just to demand that Julian shuts up, haha. He won’t look over at anyone, either. But, as a kid, he thought it was funny to deliberately take the middle urinal so that anyone who came in after him would have to either pee right next to him or take a stall instead. (Some say this was the first indication of his sociopathy.)

10. Do they refuse to use certain bathrooms? (too dirty, too crowded, wrong type of toilets?)

Jesse is uncomfortable with urinals that reach down to the floor, because of a bad experience when he was a kid where he accidentally went on his shoes.

11. Have they ever peed in the pool (except as a baby)? On purpose or not?

Nope, but that’s just because he can’t swim, haha. If he COULD go in pools, he’d definitely pee in them.

12. Do they pee in the shower / bath and would they admit it if someone asked?

Yep. Sometimes he’ll get in the shower, not noticing his bladder is full, and the water will prompt him to let go. He’s usually pretty surprised by it because, again, he didn’t even realize he had to pee and suddenly he’s going a whole lot.

He would NEVER admit that he does this. He would deny it over and over.

13. Have they ever locked someone out of a bathroom / kept them from going?

YES. Several times.

In pre-school, his classroom had a bathroom attached to it. The teacher had the key that went to the door. One day, Jesse somehow got ahold of the key, locked the door, and hid it because he was curious to see what would happen. The key was eventually found, but not until after a few kids had had accidents. The only reason Jesse wasn’t suspected as the culprit was because HE ended up wetting his pants, too. (He was unwilling to give up the location of the key once he realized he had to go, because he knew he would then be punished for taking it.)

Jesse worked at a fast food place for a brief time. If someone came in asking to pee, he was supposed to tell them to buy something first. He would do this, and then take as long as he could to ring up the order and count their money, pretending to lose count over and over again so that he’d have to start back at the beginning while the other person squirmed. Just so he could be a dick, haha.

If Julian has annoyed him particularly badly, Jesse will lock himself in the restroom until Julian either begs for forgiveness, or threatens to empty his bladder onto something Jesse loves.

(And… I mean, when he has a victim tied up in his torture basement, I don’t think he’s gonna be taking them upstairs for pee breaks or anything…)

14. Have they ever peed in the opposite gender bathroom? (if applicable)

Nope. He would if he had to, though.

15. Are they okay with or used to peeing outside? Do they do it often?

Yeah, he likes to pee outdoors. Sometimes he’ll take his morning pee outside near his house if it’s dark enough out there. He just finds it relaxing for some reason.

desperation / wetting (yk, the actual omo stuff)

16. How do they say “I have to pee”? Are they blunt? Do they use weird euphemisms? Do they get offended if someone uses certain terms around them?

Jesse doesn’t like to talk about his bodily functions, and he hates vulgar words and phrases. He also desperately wants everyone to think he’s super intelligent and far smarter than he actually is, so likes to use long, complicated words that really only succeed in making him sound really weird. He will say things like “I must micturate,” or “I need to avail myself of some pressure” when he has to pee… Rarely will anyone know what he actually MEANS until they notice him squirming.

He gets annoyed when Julian says things like “Piss” or “take a leak”, because Jesse thinks things like that are vulgar and make a person sound unintelligent. If Jesse scolds him, Julian will usually say “Well, at least when I say I gotta piss people understand what the Hell I’m talking about!”

17. What are some “tells” that they have to go? Who can tell first if they don’t speak up?

Since Jesse doesn’t NOTICE he has to pee until he’s nearly wetting his pants, he doesn’t SHOW much need until then either. Once he needs to go badly enough that he’s doing anything to help keep it in, it’s super obvious what he has to do because he’s suddenly jumping around and holding himself.

Julian doesn’t exactly notice before other people do, but he does try and REMIND Jesse to pee often so that he empties himself out BEFORE it’s an emergency. Jesse gets irritated by this, though.

18. If someone asks if they have to go and they do, do they admit or deny it? Do they play it down as much as they can or do they exaggerate on purpose?

He does admit it— Because once he’s at the point other people can tell, he needs to go way too badly to be able to deny it. He neither downplays nor exaggerates it, just lets himself fidget as much as his bladder demands.

19. How do they act when they’re desperate? Do they get angry? Do they squirm a lot or do they freeze up? Do they get quieter or do they talk more than usual?

He DOES get a bit angry/irritated. He doesn’t like how everyone else can FEEL their bladder filling up, whereas he only notices it when it’s about to burst. He also gets mad if whoever he’s with tells him something like “You should have gone earlier” because he literally didn’t think he had to go until right then.

20. How do they act when someone else is desperate in their vicinity? Do they try to help them? Are they successful or do they accidentally make it worse?

Jesse thinks it’s funny, and will tease the other person. He’s also intrigued by how long they can hold it/how much taunting they’ll put up with before they either yell at him or wet themselves. Julian is a frequent victim of this game; Jesse sometimes mashes on his bladder when he’s complaining of desperation, or makes him listen to water noises, because he finds it interesting to see how Julian reacts to it.

Jesse likes to do this to the people he imprisons in his basement as well. The goal of his ‘experiments’ down there is to test the limits of someone’s pain tolerance, forcing them to hold it is a way to do that. But, he always needs to come up with a penalty for wetting themselves that they really wouldn’t like. Because, while Julian will hold it simply because he doesn’t want to pee his pants in front of Jesse, the basement prisoner would be unlikely to care that much about embarrassing themselves in front of him.

21. How do they like to be treated when they have to go? Do they want comfort / encouragement / coddling? Are they okay with light-hearted teasing or jokes?

Even though Jesse takes immense delight in tormenting other people when they have to go, he gets mad if anybody does the same to him. He doesn’t want to be comforted over it, either. He just wants to be left alone about it.

22. The same as the three questions above but with accidents (bedwetting too).

While having an accident, he freezes up. And he stays frozen for a bit after he’s finished. Accidents aren’t even RARE for him, yet they still shock him every time they happen.

He’s amused when he sees another person wet themselves, but there’s a bit of disappointment too if he’d been teasing them beforehand. He’s sad that the fun is over now and he can’t try any other ways to torment their bladder.

He wants to be left alone for the most part. If Julian’s around, he’ll order him to help clean it up, but that’s it.

23. Do they get upset or embarrassed over an accident or do they shrug it off?

He’s pretty embarrassed about it, but not devastated. He certainly won’t cry or anything. Just, stand totally frozen and blush super hard as he empties out uncontrollably. Then, it will take him a couple minutes to be able to move again and clean up.

24. What’s the last time they had a genuine full-on accident? How old were they?

He was eighteen. He and Julian were testing out new ropes they had, and a particular knot they’d learned. To do this, Jesse got tied down and had to see if it was possible to escape. When he realized he had to pee, he discovered that the ropes definitely couldn’t be escaped from. When Julian cut him free, he wasn’t able to make it up to the toilet, so tried to go on the floor of the basement, but his zipper got caught and he wet himself.

25. Have they ever wet themself deliberately? Would they consider doing it?

Yep. When he worked at the fast food restaurant, he got locked inside the freezer overnight. He really, REALLY had to go, and he was super cold. Fearing both hypothermia and a ruptured bladder, Jesse just let himself pee, reasoning that the heat of his urine would warm him up. And it did! But, only for a couple minutes. After that, it started to freeze to his legs…

26. Do they tend to wait too long or do they go when they feel the urge for the first time?

This is a tricky one, because Jesse DOESN’T feel the urge for the first time until he’s ALREADY waited too long and is close to an accident. He does try to go as soon as he realizes he needs to, but by that point he has so little time left that it barely matters.

27. Do they have a weak / small or strong / big bladder?

He actually DOES have a pretty big bladder, it just doesn’t tell him when it’s getting full until it’s practically too late.

28. What helps them cope when they have to go but can’t? What makes it worse?

Sometimes, if he recites facts to himself, this will distract him from his need for a tiny bit.

Not being able to hold his crotch makes it a lot worse. His bladder needs that support, and if his hands are otherwise occupied, or he’s somewhere that it would be totally unacceptable to hold himself, he feels that much closer to exploding.

29. Is there any type of drink (or food) that goes right through them?

Anything with lemon in it, for whatever reason, will make Jesse have to pee right away.

30. Do they wake up to pee at night or do they sleep through? Do they ever wake up desperate or in the middle of an accident? Do they have pee dreams?

He hardly ever wakes up to pee during the night, but not because he doesn’t have to go. He just sleeps right through it as he soaks himself and the sheets. He does have pee dreams, and even when he REALIZES ‘I’m sleeping, this is a dream. I need to get up or I’ll wet the bed,’ he isn’t able to wake himself up in time.

31. Do they ever pee in odd places / in public? What’s the weirdest place they’ve ever peed in? Were they drunk / on meds, sleepwalking, super desperate, etc.?

Yep, he’ll try his best to avoid an accident, even if it means peeing somewhere weird. Once when he was super desperate, he climbed up onto the sink at a train station bathroom to pee because Julian was using the toilet and he couldn’t hold it anymore.

32. What’s the most desperate they’ve ever gotten past childhood and did they make it?

The incident I mentioned in the last question was the worst Jesse has ever needed to go. He’d been traveling all day with Julian, insisting that they couldn’t take any pee breaks until they were far enough away from the place they were running from, for fear of getting captured by law enforcement. After several hours of Julian begging for a toilet break, Jesse noticed he had to go as well, and REALLY badly, too. He struggled to hold it until their next stop and, as previously stated, had to relieve himself into the sink because Julian took the toilet.

medical / childhood stuff (feel free to skip this ofc)

33. At what age were they potty trained? Were they ever potty-trained? (lol, I hope)

He was still regularly having accidents up until he was about six. He was extremely late to train because he wasn’t able to recognize any signals from his body that it was time to go.

34. Same question as above but with bedwetting. When did they stop? Do they have one-off accidents in specific situations? (alcohol, nightmares, deep sleep?)

He NEVER stopped wetting the bed, he still does it to this day. Practically every night, Jesse will pee while he’s asleep. Sometimes, he’ll pee himself, wake up and get changed, then go back to sleep and have a SECOND accident before morning. He’s tried lots of things to get it to stop, like cutting off water after a certain time in the evening, peeing right before bed, and wearing a moisture-detecting alarm. But, none of it helps. Now, he just puts a protective cover over his side of the bed to try and minimize the amount of clean-up each day.

35. Were they accident-prone as a kid? Are they still like that or did it get better with age?

Yes, very much so. When little Jesse asked for the bathroom at school, he wasn’t so much ASKING as he was WARNING his teacher that he was about to go. If he wasn’t allowed to leave, he would inevitably pee his pants within the next several minutes.

He got better at remembering to go even if it didn’t feel like he had to as he got older. In middle and high school, he always went between every class since his bladder was so unpredictable to him. But, he would still forget sometimes if something else was on his mind. He wet himself in sixth grade because he forgot to go all morning, and when it all slammed into him at once, he wasn’t allowed to leave class to pee. Half an hour of squirming later, Jesse was drenched. He acted like he’d done it on purpose to give his teacher a lesson for not allowing him to pee, and everyone fell for it. (Which kind of backfired because, since the teacher thought he’d peed himself deliberately, she sent him to the principal to be punished for the disruption.)

He still has accidents often, for pretty much the same reason. If he doesn’t remind himself to go often enough, then by the time he realizes he needs to, it’s almost too late.

36. Do they wear protection or did they wear it in the past? (past baby/toddler-age)

He wore bedwetting pants to sleep when he was younger, but the older he got, the harder it was to find any in his size, so now he just has to sleep on top of towels and absorbent pads.

37. Do they have any medical issues that make them have to pee more / have frequent accidents? If yes, how do they deal with them? Do they take meds?

Yes. Jesse is incredibly numb to pain, unless that pain is super severe. (This is part of why he became so fascinated with discovering how much pain a person can take, and why he developed the desire to perform cruel human experimentation in order to find out.)

Example: Jesse will not flinch or feel much of anything if he sticks his finger into a candle-flame, the burning won’t register to him. But, if his whole arm was set on fire, THEN he would feel it.

This is actually pretty dangerous for him, since pain is supposed to warn a person that something is wrong with their body. If he got an infected cut, he might not realize it since it won’t hurt enough for him to worry about it, and so the infection could spread and make him really sick. If he was cutting something and accidentally hit his own finger with the knife, he wouldn’t notice right away, would just keep going until the cut became deep enough for him to feel, at which point the injury would be serious.

And, this also affects his ability to notice when his bladder is filling. Rather than realizing he needs to go when he still has plenty of time to find a toilet, he doesn’t notice it until he’s filled to the brim and in agony, and needs to find somewhere to go RIGHT AWAY.

38. Does anyone know about said issues? Do they talk about them openly or not? (out of embarrassment? fear of bad reactions? because no one ever asks?)

Jesse doesn’t actually know WHY he can’t perceive pain the same way everybody else does.

Jesse has tried to explain to Julian a few times that when he goes from saying he doesn’t need to pee, to squirming around miserably within a matter of minutes, he’s telling the truth when he says “I didn’t have to go then!” But, Julian doesn’t understand it. He just thinks Jesse is weird, haha.

39. Do they have some trauma related to omo (being mocked / scolded / yelled at for an accident, bullying, weird / scary encounters in public bathrooms, etc.)

No. He actually WAS teased a lot for having accidents at school, but the insults never really affected him. He thought all his classmates were stupid, brainless and vapid, and he didn’t care what they thought of him.

40. Did they ever have an accident or extremely close call while sick?

Yes. Illness makes it even HARDER for Jesse to notice when he has to go, so accidents are a lot more frequent then.

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boujiestpoet · 3 months

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Oh...that's not

Summary: Lando starts dropping cryptic love messages in his instagram, getting fans excited until they discover who he is talking about, and he HARD luanches his new (not really new tho) girl.

Face Claim: THE ONE AND ONLY RYAN DESTINY

tw: racism (miscroagressions, taking inspiration by some types of fans when their white boy of the months starts dating a girl with a little bit of melanin)

THIS IS A REMINDER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION I DON'T KNOW NONE OF THESE PEOPLE, AND THIS WORK DO NOT REPRESENT WHO THEY ARE

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chaos-monkeyy · 3 months

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Another little original kinkfic for a patreon request... we're back with Anth and Dev for this one 😏

Recreational Activities (on AO3)

it's omo and watersports time again 💦💦 excerpt below, full work and tags on AO3 at the link above!

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Lounging in the shade of a large willow near the riverbank, Anth absently chewed on his bottom lip. It was a beautiful day in a beautiful place. It was warm and sunny and breezy. And Anth wasn’t paying a lick of attention to any of it, utterly and thoroughly distracted as he was by Dev squirming next to him.

Despite what Anth did for a living— and despite how much he enjoyed it— it had somehow never really occurred to him to explore any of that further in a purely recreational aspect. Dev, on the other hand…

Well. Dev, it turned out, had explored such recreational activities quite thoroughly indeed, and was proving more than happy to help Anth do the same.

“You look like a man who could use a distraction,” Anth said, still biting his lip with a crooked smirk. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten to enjoy the sight his lover made like this— so desperate to piss that he couldn’t stay still, panting quietly and occasionally shoving a hand into his crotch with a wince until he finally had no choice but to let it all out— but today…

Today, Anth had wanted to try something new in addition, and Dev had been more than amenable to the idea.

“Come here,” Anth said insistently when Dev only groaned quietly, a pained huff of agreement. With a pout for good measure, he rolled onto his back on the blanket they’d laid out, still watching Dev with great interest and raising his eyebrows expectantly.

Beside him, Dev grinned, and with a wince he heaved himself over to straddle Anth on all fours. “I do love it when you get pushy,” he murmured, lips still curved in a smile and brushing Anth’s as he spoke.

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@threestripeslider I hope sincerely that you allow fan-fiction of your fan-fiction

READ OMO I SWEAR IT IS SO WORTH IT

Here is my little take on the peepaw. stealer. rascal.... smoking scene from chapter 8. (I'm sorry for the terrible hand writing, I didn't have the patience for the fonts in csp)

Don't get me wrong. The chapter is perfect as it is, I just yearn for more Blue on Blue interactions and this moment seemed to be perfect for that.

I beg @threestripeslider on my knees, (I'm sure you have it already planned), for the talk TM, where Leonardo learns what happened during the movie, and that Leo had the opportunity to learn his lesson AND had his self-sacrificing ✨moment✨

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41907489/chapters/111905368

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i write afab/fem!reader + will write pretty much anything, dark content is welcome on this blog (to an extent! if i'm uncomfortable i will tone it down.) i do not write member x member! will not write for minors, EVEN IF the request is fluff.

i write a lot of smut but am up for sfw content too, as well as smau. i can write dubcon to an extent, but will draw the line at certain topics (omo, vomit, scat kinks, noncon/torture). won't write major water sports but can do squirting. dubcon means that the reader does enjoy it.

please read warnings before interacting with my posts as some of them do have darker content.

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homo-rashi · 9 months

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Roommates (Original Work) Ch 2.

Caught (contains Omorashi)

Read it on my Ao3 here: Link

August knew he had to move fast. The average laundry cycle for something like bedding if he wanted them to be completely dry he estimated would take around 45-ish minutes. Less time maybe if he decided to make up two dryers to speed things up.

Having absolutely nothing to go on time wise for how long dinner or any meal took at this school, August was in full blown panic mode. He first stripped out of his wet clothes, wrapping them up inside of his dirty sheets. He quickly took one of his face towels from his toiletries stash and poured out some of his leftover water from his hydro flask and quickly washed off his legs and crotch before lipping on his loosest and most comfy pajamas. He deemed himself clean enough to leave his room, but not before sliding on his shower sandals and grabbing his shower caddy.

He managed to get out the door with his bedding folded up as neatly as time allowed, with most of the wetness concealed incase he passed by anyone within ten minutes. Thankfully, He remembers the way to the laundry room without getting lost. He picks the first machine he sees and shoves his sheet inside, clothes and all. There is no time to separate colors from whites. He is just glad he wore light gray boxers instead of his favorite red ones because his sheets being stained pink suddenly would be a dead giveaway.

He closed the washer and went to press the button to start it when he realized the machine did not start. At first he panicked that maybe the washing machines aren't working when school isn't in season, but he quickly realized that was nonsense, especially when he took three seconds to look at the small black lettering decaled onto the machine.

‘Tap student card to add funds’ He read it over half a dozen times hoping he misread it because, what in the name of god is a student card? August looked around frantically, hoping this laundry room was like a peter piper pizza and there would be a little machine he could shove cash into that would in turn spit out an illusive student card, but alas he only found more machines, all of which have the same decal.

In his frantic search he did notice that all of the dryers seem to be free, no scary black lettering in sight. He stood there for a moment contemplating it…If he dried his sheet they would probably still smell… He did drink a lot, and is always fairly hydrated so it's not like the sheets are stained, just wet. He could simply wash them tomorrow and deal with the slight smell by burning one of his aunts incense tonight. It would certainly give him enough time to actually, properly shower himself…

He makes the decision, grabbing his wet things from the washing machine and chucking them into the closest dryer. He could have thanked jesus himself when the dryer kicked on upon pressing the button. He paused for a second, thinking about the seven stages of grief he just went through.

“Everything okay here?” He jumps, actually jumps in the air at the high-pitched voice echoing in the white and green tiled room.

“F-fine! I'm fine, I mean yeah everythings fine, Just doing some laundry!” August turns around and is met with a familiar face, yet looking a lot more confused than before.

“Oh, August right? I was worried it was one of my kids attempting to use a washing machine for the first time.” Rowen walks in and leans against one of the washers, seemingly looking around at all of them, “um, August…How did you do laundry without a student card? I mean, you have one, it's just your ID that should have been given to you with your Uniform, but you can't load money on it during the weekends, not during summer at least.”

August looks down at the washers then back up at the dryer, thinking on hit feet, but this time taking a second to actually think out his lie, unlike before with the whole jetlag debacle,

“I'm just using the dryer! You know, fluffing my clothes and stuff before I put them away. They got so wrinkled.” August thinks he sounded convincing. Rowan just smiles at him in return, looking between August and the Shower caddy he is still clutching in his left hand.

“Oh okay! Do you want me to keep watch while you shower? It looks like you came prepared this time.” Rowan laughs, August looks between him and the Dryer, He really does want to shower, and if Rowan says things need to be watched, does that mean people steal from the dryers at this school? August cringes at the thought of someone opening the dryer and smells the warmed up piss smell he doubts the random old dryer sheet he saw inside and didn't remove before throwing his things in helped much.

“Shouldn't you be at dinner?” August asks, because genuinely the reason he was so spooked is because Max made it seem like if you miss a meal here, you go hungry.

“RA privileges, we get to take it to-go because you know we have duties to attend to… but In my case i just wanted to watch the new season of Queer Eye on the big common room TV while nobody is around to request we watch something else. Really it's fine, go shower.”

“If you wouldn't mind then, I promise I'll be quick!” August takes his leave, feeling so much better knowing it wasn't really putting Rowan off to have to do so. August feels a weird sense of relief, knowing for sure that not everyone at this place is as homophobic as his roommate. Nobody who is homophobic watched past the first season of the Queer Eye reboot.

The showers are big, Thankfully. There are alot of stalls, August goes for one at the farthest end of the showers, just in case someone comes in. He is more than eager to wash off. The wash cloth helped but nothing gets you really clean until you can use soap and running hot water.

August steps into the shower and turns it on. The hot waters hit him and before he can ever start scrubbing himself, he is peeing. He does his best to aim it down the drain just in case someone sees the water being slightly yellow under the stall door. Out of all his issues, this one is the most non-issue and also, completely not caused by his anxiety.

Water makes him involuntarily pee. It's been this way ever since he was a baby. When his mom was potty training him apparently, He was having trouble relaxing and letting go…Similarly to his other issues. His mom didn't know it was anything to do with being shy. She just thought it was because August didn't know how to pee properly yet, So she would let him sit his hand in warm-ish water until he let go.

The irony of later finding out that his mom did in fact pavlov doghim into having this issue was not something he wasn't happy about, but in comparison to pissing the bed and everything else wrong with him, This was easy. Sure he wasn't allowed in public swimming pools, at least ones where people knew about his problem and showering with other people will always be awkward, but everyone pees in the shower and the pool and the ocean so it could be worse. He has only accidentally triggered this particular issue two times outside of being submerged in water.

The first time was in science class in 7th grade. They had been working with some sort of chemical that kids probably shouldn't have been, but in the name of education, it was allowed. August has a best friend at that time. He was a foreign exchange kid from South Korea. Didn't speak a word of english, but they both had Diary of a Wimpy kid folders and bonded over that.

When August accidentally got some of the chemical on his hands, the teached forced him to sit at the hand wash station and flush the stinging part of his hand for ten minutes…It only took about two minutes for him to start peeing. Thankfully, Pyeong noticed and thought fast, promptly shoving August into the chemical shower and pulling the rope to activate it. The initaly got in trouble because August couldn't think of an excuse (lie) as to why Pyeong did it. But once someone got there who could translate for the kid, He was told that Pyeong noticed some of it got on August jeans and thought he needed to act fast.

The second time it happened, August didn't have Pyeong to save him. It was last year. Freshman year. An awkward time for everyone, Specifically, Highscoolers who are forced to take swim in replacement of regular gym. At this point, August has successfully hid the fact that he still struggled with this particular issue from his parents. It was that hard really, they didnt often pay attention to him when they would go to the ocean and he was too old to shower with them, obviously.

He figured it would be a bit of an issue at the pool, but also figured he wouldn’t be the only person peeing in the pool… He was wrong. Five minutes into his first swim session and the water around his person clouded up to be a deep shade of blue. He also learned that that supposed ‘fake chemical’ everyone on line swears is an old wives tale, is very much real, and very much was in his school pool.

He got scolded of course. He swore it was a one time thing and was let off the hook relatively easily. But then it kept happening. He would pee before he got into the pool, but once his bladder filled even a little, the water would make him release, surrounding him with the humiliating and incriminating cloud of blue. After the third time, He was in big trouble.

They actually threatened to expel him on grounds of purposely endangering his classmates, to which he caved and told them the truth. They didn't believe him, of course but once he called his mom and also came clean to her. She cleared things up and even had proof that a doctor once told them it was an ‘uncontrollable physiological response.’ August ended up getting off scot-free, except his file now had a section about how he shouldn't be allowed to bodies of water….A minimal punishment for apparently pissing on his entire class multiple times.

August scrubs away, letting the steam of the shower take away all of his problems. He washes his hair while he is at it. With how sweaty today got him he is glad he has the extra time to do it. Thirty minutes later and he feels like a new man. Feeling like he got away with the weirdest thing he has ever had to do, He dries off and gets re-dressed, making his way back to the laundry room.

The calm coolness the shower provided him with completely melts away when he walks into the laundry room to see Rowan, holding up his jeans from the dryer and inspecting them.

“What are you doing?” He asks, Calmly, as calmly as he can.

“Aren't these the jeans you were wearing earlier?” August can’t deny it, so he just shrugs, “And why fluff your bedding, it's just gonna get wrinkle-” Rowan sticks a hand into the dryer and pulls out one of the sheets, The rubber, waterproof sheet and freezes.

“They were stuffy too, probably sat on that only mattress for the entire summer till I got here, not if you will excuse me!” August grabs the sheet from their hands, not bothering to fold it. The second it's in his arms, he smells it, It's worse than before. A burt, ammonia smell that very distinctly is human pee. He looks up at Rowan, whose expression has softened,

“Hey, you can use my student card to wash these properly…It's really okay, It happens-”

“No! I mean,it's fine! They weren't that stuffy, I can just wash them properly with my own money tomorrow, Thanks though.” August ducks past them, grabbing his remaining items out of the machine and pretty much darting out there. August doesnt look back because Rowan knows. He knows that August pissed the bed. He knows that he planned on just sleeping in dried hot piss sheets and offered to help, and August kept lying and ran off like an idiot.

He should have taken up their offer, lied to Max instead, saying he spilled a drink or lotion on his sheets or something and then just hidden the rubber sheet in the wardrobe, resigning him to a night of no sleep so he did not piss the mattress but no. He didn't do that, he ran away leaving any chance of him not being a social outcast at this school up to some guy he met four hours ago.

He makes his bed in record time, the whole while realizing that its smells and its bad. He panics, thinking Max would be back any second. He frantically lights a the bundle of incense his Aunt got him, Shoving the ends of all the sticking into one of Max’s empty cans, figuring he could just say he didn't know it wasn't alloseed if Max gets mad, but he has a feeling he's not the type to care about a dumb candle rule.

The lavender scent is strong. It fills up the whole room in an instant, hiding any and all piss smell. August lies back on his bed to make sure its not noticeable. If he shoves his face directly into his sheets, its there, but Max would not be doing that, so he felt content with his job. He closed his eyes, finally feeling like he could relax.

* * *

August’s eyes shoot open to the loud sound of screeching and flashing lights filling the now dark room. He instantly shoots out of bed, feeling himself and the comforter below him, Thankfully it's dry.

“This isn't a drill, boys! Get out and get to the football field!” August swiftly starts moving, not really knowing what is happening, he throws on his shower shoes because its faster then his sneakers and opens the door,

“Whoa? What the fuck in going on?” Max is right in front of the door when he opens it, “Jesus, Were you smoking in here?” Max starts to fan the air around him.

“What- oh no!” August runs over to the can on Max’s desk and sees all the inscenes is almost burnt out. “Fuck, I lit this insense my aunt gave me.”

“What the actual fuck, you realise you are only supposed to, I dont know, lite one single fucking stick!” Max yells, grabbing the incense from the can and tapping out the orange tips on the bottom of his boot, shoving them into his pants pocket.

“Go, I’ll fuckin handle this, but you will owe me.” August just nods and follows the commotion in the hallway until he is outside on the football field.

“Okay! Buddy up! I’ll be coming around to take roll, stick with your roommate to make things easier!” August hears the familiar voice, and of course it's Rowan, making their way down the rows of guys, all of which have two people besides him.

“Okay, Where is Maxwell?” Rowan stops in front of him,looking tired and stressed.

“Um, Where are the Other R.A’s aren't you just incharge of the freshman?” August asks, not knowing really what to do, Max isn't here because he is ‘dealing’ with the incense.

“All the other RA’s went home for the summer, besides yours but he isn't back yet because our curfew is an hour later than yours. Where is Maxwell?” Rowan asks the second time in a more serious manner, tapping on his clipboard with the end of his pencil.

“I-I…” August doesnt know what to say, he doesn't know of a lie to tell, so he doesn't, He cant anymore, He is tired and emotional and annoyed that this was all his fault. He learns over Rowan bringing a hand up to rest on his chest so he can steady himself in the dark to whisper in their ear, But instantly, he pulls it away, feeling something he did not expect to feel.

“um-I- shit. Pretend you didn't just do that…” August nods, but proceeds to lean into them without touching their chest or well, boobs this time.

“I fuckin, I lit an inscense or maybe ten of them because fuck, I know your secret and i’m not gonna tell anyone so please dont tell anyone this please-” August pulls away actually tears starting to form in his eyes, “It smelled like piss in my room and It was the only way I could get rid of it, you know who my roommate is right? Does he seem like the type of guy who wouldn't tease me if he knew i-”

“Gotcha, got it. Don't worry I wont tell but, I still need to know where Maxwell is and…The fire department is gonna search the dorms so you might still get in trouble…I’m sorry.” August pulls away from his ear,

“Max is well, he is dealing with the evidence right now…” August says looking back towards the dorms, surprised to see a sliver of light flood out from the front doors for just a second.

“Sorry! Sorry! I was taking a dump when the alarm sounded.” August could see in under the slight illumination of the moon, Max throwing him two thumbs ups.

“Okay, looks like everyone in here, We can go back inside once the fireman give us the okay,-” Rowan leans over and whispers in Max’s ear, loud enough for August to hear “If I wake up tomorrow and the bathroom is flooded because you flushed ten incense down our 250 year old pipes, your gonna be on cleaning duty for entire semester.” Rowan walks away, heading over to a few adults who had made it over from wherever August assumed they sleep.

“What the fuck? You told manboobs about it? Why?!” Max gently punched August in the stomach. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to alert August to a feeling his mind must have been blocking out with adrenalin. He has to pee.

“What time is it?” He asks, ignoring Max’s question completely.

“Fuck, like, past midnight. I think I left where I was at like eleven but it took me a whale to get back on campus.” August ignores all the questions he has about where Max was, that it took him an hour to get back to the school and what he was doing, or the transphobic nickname he used Rowan, He to far too focused on the fact that he last peed at seven, when he was in the shower and now it's nearing midnight, possibly one in the morning. That's too long for him, way too long.

“Hey, was it easy to sneak in and out of the bathroom? I gotta take a piss.” August says, He doesn't have time to lie and devise some plan that won't work out anyways, He doesn't want a repeat of earlier but worse.

“Hah, good luck. I only just managed to make it out without getting caught. Hold it.” Max turns away and walks off, leaving a hostile energy behind. August doesnt have time to worry about that now. His first order of business is taking care of him before his body does it for him. He scans the crowd for the only other face he will recognize, His eyes meet with Rowan, and immediately he hates that he has to bring this issue up with them again.

“Hey, what's up?” they both shimmied through the crowd to get to each other, August immediately clammed up. “If its about the incense, I'm not mad. I don't think you could have hurt anyone, it was just the smoke-”

“That's not it! I-I mean I do feel really bad about it but, I also, I feel really really bad because I have to…” August cannot say it. He cant admit to it knowing what Rowan knows. So he just crosses his legs and wiggles his hips and little, hoping Rowan picks up on his genuine potty dance.

“Oh, um, I don't think I was ever told what to do in this situation, hold on-” August grabs his arm just as he is about to turn away. “I’m not kidding when I say I don't have time for you to follow the rules. I need help.” Rowan pauses before nodding. Grabbing his arm and moving through the crowd.

“Thank you.” August says quietly as the loudness of the other boys fades into the distance, He shoves his free hand into his pocket to discreetly hold himself so he can keep up with Rowan. Before he knows it they stop in front of a smaller brick building. Behind the dorm.

“The headmaster knows…so she lets me use the single stall bathroom in the teachers dorm. Nobody is supposed to know about this because nobody is supposed to know about me, so make it quick and never mention this to anyone, got it.” August senses the first tinge of anger in Rowan's voice but doesn't linger on, nodding and frantically reaching for the door handle.

The teacher dorms are much smaller, and He easily spots the restroom upon walking in the door. Thankfully Rowan doesn't try to follow him this time and he is in front of the toilet in a matter of seconds, pulling himself out and letting go with ease. Knowing nobody else should be using this toilet besides the teacher and well Rowan, eases his mind. He tucks himself back in, feeling pleased that his boxers don't even feel that damp. He walk back out knowing how badly this all could have ended if he didn't reach out to Rowan.

“Hey, thanks you have no idea-” August is cut off by Rowan grabbing his arm,

“I wasn't kidding, if you tell anyone I'm trans, you're dead! You hear me? I know you probably think it funny or even weird you touched my actual tit, but It's not. I'm not joking when I say this stays between us, its not some j-”

“Jesus! Rowan, Im fucking gay!” August pulls his arm back from their grasp, “I won't tell, I mean, even if I was a transphobic, homophobic asshole like Max, you have so much worse stuff on me after tonight…, Not to mention now you know I’m just as much hiding in the closet as you are…I won't tell.” He ends his rant with a smile, that is thankfully mirrored by Rowan.

“Wait…Why do you think Max is Homophobic?” August starts walking with Rowan, explaining the conversation he overherd earlier, both of them easily slipping back into the crowd without being notice.

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