#xirenex

[drpeppertummy]

when ur wife

[ID: a drawing of two women. one has her shirt unbuttoned and her pants and belt undone, revealing a very bloated tummy. the other is hugging her from behind and rubbing her tummy.]

[bobateastay]

It’s either I’m dumb when it comes to tumblr (which is a fact) or... I can’t come up with anything else...

So may I ask the plot of I Exist, I Exist? I couldn’t have searched for it faster when you posted about an upcoming fic but I can’t find any details except that it consists ot8, Hwa and Hyunjin and that it’s a college au.

I might be wrong on that part too...

Why am I like this?..

Anyways...

Love uuuu ❤️🥰✨

Thank you for staying up w me~

oh no don't worry about it, i haven't posted many details aside from the idols that will be in it!

I Exist, I Exist, I Exist is a stray kids x ateez fic that takes place in a soulmate au, in which you have a mark on your skin that shows where your soulmate will touch you for the first time along with the first word they will say to you underneath it - some marks are big (like Hongjoong's) and some are smaller (Felix has just the imprint of fingertips on the back of his arm). another detail in this au is that soulmates are not always romantic and forcing romance with your soulmate can lead the whole thing to fall apart, although it's still very uncommon that somebody falls in love with someone who isn't their soulmate.

this fic centers around hyunjin, seonghwa, hongjoong and y/n in a college au but features both ot8 skz and ot8 atz!! i hope that helped clear things up a little!!!

[yutahoes]

Hiiiiii :) Hope you have a wonderful day! Keep up the good work and stay healthy🌸

Hiii 👋👋

Thank you for sending this. You made my day. 😍

Take care of yourself as well. Also, have a good day. ❤️

ps. I love how you used the sakura emoji. I miss that AU. 😅

[masonskaya]

@xIrenex

[drpeppertummy]

Maybe either swell or cramp with Max?? 👀🙏

this is so tiny im sorryyyyy thank u 4 terrorizing that handsome older man

[mild tummyache]

"You alright, old man?" Irene glanced up from the shelf she was organizing to see Max taking a breather from the bulletin board, leaning against the wall with a hand held to his belly. He nodded, but his face suggested otherwise.

"Alfie cook last night?"

"How'd you know?" He looked at her, and she laughed.

"Because I can tell the leftovers have you feeling a little blah," she said with a sympathetic smile.

"He uses more oil than I do," said Max. Irene nodded understandingly. Max's stomach was touchy at best. Even where gluten wasn't involved, it didn't take much to upset it. His ceaseless anxiety was certainly part of the cause, but a good part of it was also the fact that his diet had been pretty light up until Alfie and Marsha had become part of his life, and Alfie's cooking in particular was just a little heavier than he was used to. And Irene, sharp as a tack, was spot on in her assessment of the situation--he'd brought leftovers from last night's dinner for lunch, and, not half an hour later, his nerves certainly not helping, his tummy felt bloated and achy.

"Sit down a little bit, why don't you? The board's not goin' anywhere."

"I'm alright. I just wanna get it done," he said, picking up his stapler again.

"Isn't decorating the bulletin board Helen's job anyway? Come on, gimme that. Take a seat," she said, taking the stapler from him and pulling out a chair.

"I'm fine," he insisted. As if to contradict him, his stomach cramped up with a strangled gurgle, and he held a hand against it.

"Yeah, sure," she chuckled, taking him by the shoulders and guiding him into the chair. "You want a Tums? I think I have some in my desk."

"Yeah," he relented with a sigh.

[drpeppertummy]

weensy teensy little bitty thing based on a true experience

[post-medical situation, just a little bloat-induced clothing difficulty]

"Are you sure you're up for going out?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling okay."

"Alright. We'll be sure to take it easy."

Michael had spent the past week or so at home resting up, not that he went out much anyway. The last exciting excursion he'd gone on had been to the emergency room to have his appendix removed, and that had been plenty to hold him over, but when Kathleen and Irene invited him to join them at the museum, he'd been eager to come along. It would be a slow-paced outing, plenty of opportunities to stop and take a break, and while he still didn't feel quite back to normal, he felt well enough to leave the house, at least for a little bit.

"How's your belly?" asked Irene through the bedroom door.

"Sore," said Michael as he carefully pulled up his pants. Sore and round, he thought, noting just how swollen his normally-flat tummy still was. He hadn't paid much attention to the bloating, having spent the past week in pajama pants, but now that he had to get dressed in real clothes, it seemed glaringly obvious. It seemed even more obvious when he tried to pull the fly of his jeans shut.

"Well, any time you wanna stop and sit down, just speak up," she said. "Speakin' of which, you alright in there?"

"Yeah, I'm just…" Michael trailed off as he focused on carefully trying to button his pants. He didn't want to squeeze his tender belly too much, but the sides of the fly stubbornly refused to meet. He tried sucking it in a little, but that was neither easy nor effective, and he still couldn't quite fit the button to the hole. He let his tummy back out with a sigh and gave it a gentle rub.

"Do you need help?" Irene asked after listening to the silence for a moment. Michael thought about that for a moment.

"Maybe," he sighed reluctantly. The door opened, and Irene couldn't help but chuckle when she saw the problem.

"Aw, shoot, Mikey," she said with a smile, shaking her head. "You don't have a bigger pair, do you?" He shook his head sheepishly, and she crouched down before him. "Alright, stop me if it hurts. Can you suck it in at all?"

Michael did his best to suck in his puffy belly, and, with the advantage of a better angle, Irene carefully buttoned his jeans. He exhaled with a soft sigh. The waistband hugged his tummy snugly, but it wasn't painful.

"Thanks," he said quietly, blushing. Irene stood upright and gave him a gentle pat on the back.

"Alright, goofball, let's roll."

[drpeppertummy]

sent that last ask before I read that story you’d already written with michael, then realized the prompt I sent was pretty similar to what you’d written. oops! disregard that if you like and take this 🫳 for him instead

despite combining the two this still turned out to be the tiniest dinkiest thing in the world. Oh Well its what he wouldve wanted

[period cramps/bloat]

If I have to deal with cramps this bad, Michael thought begrudgingly as he got dressed, shouldn't I at least get a pass from the bloating? His swollen tummy coldly ignored him, as did the ibuprofen he'd taken about an hour ago. He wasn't a fan of the way his lower belly pressed out against his pants like a nice little baby bump, and he tried to find a way to get the waist to sit flatteringly, but it was useless. He was going to look pregnant no matter what, so he supposed he might as well strive for comfort, if there was any to be found.

Despite doing his belt a notch looser than usual, the waist of Michael's pants still pressed uncomfortably into his belly when he sat down, and he leaned back at the little kitchen table with a sigh. He didn't have much of an appetite, but he knew he'd regret it if he didn't try to get something down before work. A hot bowl of oatmeal did the trick, though it left his outfit feeling even tighter around the middle than before. There wasn't much he could do about that, though, other than hope that it wasn't too noticeable from the outside.

"Oof, Michael, you feelin' alright?"

Michael gave Irene a weary look, and she smiled sympathetically at him.

"Hey, at least it's Friday," she said, giving his rounded tummy a reassuring pat. "We'll get through the day, right?"

"Thank god for that," he sighed as they walked down the hall together. "Got any weekend plans?"

"We're meeting up with Kathy's family for dinner tomorrow, should be nice. They're a friendly crew. How 'bout you, you got anything goin' on?"

"I don't think so. I'm not feeling up to much."

"I can tell," she chuckled, squeezing his shoulder. "Well, listen, if you need anything, you know where to find me." He nodded with a tired smile, and she gave his belly another friendly pat before they parted ways.

[drpeppertummy]

Doodle idea! 2 character trying to squeeze through a door way but ther stuffed tummys have them stuck together

mindcraft villager behavior💖 2 separate versions bc i had 2 visions

[ID: two drawings of the same scenario: two people squeezed together in a doorway, their backs to the frame and their full tummies pressed together. the first drawing shows two women in the doorway, one laughing at their predicament and the other looking surprised and amused. the second shows a tall, annoyed-looking woman saying "Do you mind." and a short man smiling innocently up at her and saying "no."]