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bratzforchris · 2 months

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can you write one where feminine reader cares for matt after the disgusting food roulette? she’s just so comforting to him while he’s sick 🫶

Disgusting Food Roulette, M. Sturniolo

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Summary: Matt can only take so much of disgusting food roulette, but luckily for him, you're always there to help

Pairing: Matt x feminine reader

Warnings: Gagging, mentions of vomit/nausea

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Thank you for the request! This video actually makes me feel so bad for Matt, so enjoy some fluffy care :3

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If there was one video that was a ‘must do’ for content creators, especially YouTubers, it was disgusting food roulette. The reactions that came with the awful smells and tastes were sure to get tons of engagement and usually go viral as memes. Matt knew this, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He was so caught up in his own head that he barely comprehended exactly what his brothers were setting out. He was definitely a ‘picky eater’, and not in a typical sense. Matt was a picky eater in that if there was something he only slightly disliked in a food, he would gag and often throw up.

You could see the gears turning in Matt’s head and you blew him a little kiss from out of the camera’s view. Truth be told, you were a bit worried for your boy, especially after seeing things Matt despised like coconut water, pineapple yogurt, and a habanero pepper set out. You knew that he had ‘had’ to do the video in the sense that Nick and Chris would bully him relentlessly if he didn’t, but that didn’t mean you had to like it.

You listened as Nick explained how the app would decide who would eat what food, but all you could focus on was Matt. His anxiety was growing by the second, and it was becoming visible with the way he shuddered and steadied himself with deep breaths. All you wanted to do was scoop your boyfriend up and pepper his face with kisses, but you couldn’t do that while they were filming since it would mean more editing for Nick, so you opted to flash him encouraging smiles instead.

“Let’s begin!” Nick exclaimed happily.

Despite the giddiness in his voice and the way Chris was chuckling and getting Matt in on it, you had a deep feeling in your stomach that this could go horribly wrong.

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So far, everything had been okay. The boys had been eating disgusting food and hamming their reactions up for the camera, but no one had been sick yet. That is, until they reached the coconut water. You could see Matt’s breathing picking up as he practically prayed not to get the drink. Something about the texture, taste, and smell of it nauseated him.

Things hardly ever went the way he wanted them to, though, so of course he landed on it. Matt picked the carton up anxiously, sniffing it and trying not to gag. “I don’t want to…” his watery little voice was barely audible, but you all heard it.

“You have to!” Chris cheered, unable to read Matt’s worry.

“I don’t wanna.” Matt was practically pouting at this point, stealing glances towards you every few seconds.

“One sip.” Nick promised kindly.

Matt swallowed down the worry building in his chest, lifted the carton to his lips, and took a large swig. Sure enough, he barely choked the liquid down before he was gagging, his face red and eyes watering. “I just threw up a little,” he groaned, tossing the box into the sink. “Fuck that shit.”

Your boyfriend made a great show of pretending to go to the sink, only to sneak around the island and wrap his arms around you. You let him lean into your touch for a moment, running your hands through his smooth, brown hair comfortingly. “You okay, bubba?”

Matt shrugged, already feeling quiet from the near vomiting. “Guess so.” he whispered, quiet enough that the camera wouldn’t catch your conversation.

“Matt, get your ass over here! Stop being a loverboy!” Chris yelled.

“Well, I guess my cover’s blown.” You chuckled.

The fans knew you and Matt were an item, but you tried to stay out of the videos as much as possible, unless the triplets invited you to join. You wanted people to focus on the brothers, not you and Matt.

Your boy moped back around the island to where Nick and Chris were, beginning to start the game again. Everything else went fine for a while, until they came to the habanero pepper. Matt was beginning to grow anxious again, gnawing on his nails. It was an anxious habit, and right now, he was beyond worried as the app picked their fingers, unfortunately choosing him.

“There’s no way.” he groaned.

“The app never lies.” Nick chuckled.

Without a second thought, Matt picked the pepper up, chewing off a hefty bite. The spice didn’t seem to hit him right away. In fact, it was like a delayed reaction. He chewed for a moment while you, Nick, and Chris looked on in shock.

“Oh my god. That’s fucking hot.” Matt yelped, eyes watering and cheeks red.

“Spit it out, Matt!” You practically yelled.

Camera be damned, you maneuvered your way around the island and grabbed Matt by the shoulders, guiding him towards the trash can. Your poor boyfriend was shaking and practically howling, but for some reason, he hadn’t had the idea to spit the pepper out.

“Dude, you gotta spit out!” Even Chris was urgent at this point as he opened up the trash can for Matt.

Once Matt had spit the pepper out, you pushed his hair back from his face, surveying his overly red skin. “Are you okay, baby?”

Matt shook his head, eyes watering and coughing. “Fuck no. What was that?”

“Only one of the spiciest peppers ever, and you ate half of it.” Nick snorted.

You sighed, placing a kiss on your boyfriend’s forehead. If Nick needed to edit out the footage of you and Matt, he could. Right now, all you cared about was whether or not your lover was okay.

“Let’s just finish the video,” Matt groaned, chugging down a bottle of water. “It can’t get any worse than that.”

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“We aren’t doing that again unless this video hits ten million views.” Chris told the camera.

“Ten million views easily.” You and Nick said in unison.

While Nick made the statement because he didn’t want to eat anything weird again, you said it because you were heavily worried about Matt by this point. He was laying on the floor of the kitchen, whimpering just quietly enough that the camera wouldn’t hear with his blue juice in hand.

“Matt, what was the worst thing you ate?” Chris asked as he stood up.

Rather than responding, Matt let out a wet belch, his red face surprised at the noise that had come out of his own body. “I’m going to bed.” he said, voice cracking as he tried not to cry.

You watched worriedly as Matt retreated to your shared bedroom, Nick and Chris bidding him quiet goodnights. As soon as he was out of earshot and the camera was off, you turned towards two-thirds of the triplets.

“Okay, whose idea was the pepper?” You asked, raising a brow as you grabbed a cold water bottle for Matt, as well as a cold glass of milk.

“...mine…” Chris said meekly, simply because he knew you were pissed off.

“Matt could’ve gotten seriously sick, if he’s not already.” You said firmly.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” Chris said quickly as he watched you head towards the bedroom.

“Just,” You groaned, running a hand across your face. “Think next time, okay?”

You stopped inside your and Matt’s shared bedroom, looking around sadly. All the lights were off, save for the lamp on the nightstand. Matt was huddled up under a heavy blanket, breathing shakily and sniffling.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” You asked, placing the drinks on the nightstand and kissing his hair.

Matt shook his head, still too anxious from the video to speak. His tongue still felt like it was on fire, which spread the feeling across his whole body. You frowned, sitting down next to your boyfriend and rubbing his back.

“I brought you some milk. That’ll help the spice, hun.” You said gently.

“I’m not drinking milk,” Matt sniffled. He already felt overly nauseous from the disgusting mix of food he had eaten. If he added milk to the storm already brewing in his belly, he was bound to vomit. “I’ll throw up.”

“I know you don’t want to, and I know it sounds disgusting, but it’ll help the spice,” You reasoned. “Just one sip, baby boy.” You whispered, kissing his forehead.

Matt nodded after a moment of debate, slowly sitting up with a hand on his stomach. “My stomach is burning,” he groaned. “It hurts.”

“I know, baby. I know.” You said sadly, handing him the glass of milk.

Matt took a deep breath and quickly swallowed a sip of milk. He practically gagged, but laid back down, shuddering and whining. He did have to admit though, that the milk had cooled the burning on his tongue. He didn’t feel all the way better, but at least his mouth didn’t feel like it was on fire anymore.

You quickly got ready for bed, curling up beside your boyfriend once you were done. “I’m sorry your tummy hurts, hun.” You snaked your hand across Matt’s waist, softly rubbing his slightly bloated belly.

“I’m never doing that again.” he groaned.

“You don’t have to, angel,” You promised sweetly. “Just relax, honey. The pain will go away soon.”

Matt snuggled into your side, enjoying your embrace for a while until he fell asleep. Nothing took away his pain the way the feeling of your body softly pressed his did. It reminded him that you were always there for him, no matter what.

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greywritesthings · 20 days

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Magpie muffins

Spencer Reid x Autistic!Reader

TW; Mentions of EDs, gagging, struggling to eat / trying foods, mentions of ARFID. These are pretty much covered in the first four paragraphs, after that they aren't mentioned.

A/N; You dont have to have read part 1 & 2 to understand this part but go check them out if you like this one!

Part 1 Part 2

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“Honey you really do need to eat more of a varied diet, you're going to end up deficient in vitamins and that can cause a variety of things or make things such as migraines worse.” Spencer reminds you from across the kitchen. You knew he was right, you were vegetarian and picky, leaving you to eat the same five meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday. “I know spence, i'm trying i promise.” you respond as you flop back against the sofa. “In that case will you try this?” he asks you, making his way to the sofa with two hot bowls in hand. You knew it was pasta with some form of vegetable sauce, he blended them together with your safe foods and spices to try and cover them but nearly every time you could still taste them and no matter how hard you tried it would end in a shut down or a meltdown if you kept forcing yourself to eat it. He was gentle about getting you to try things, you were a lot less so. “You just have vegan chicken and cheese on your pasta but I have garlic mushroom and pesto, if you don't like it you can just eat yours okay?” He placed the bowls down on the coffee table, striding back across to the kitchen to grab cutlery and water for you both.

Trying new foods wasn't as bad as it was when you were younger, you had managed to recover from ARFID by the time you hit sixteen by clinical standards but it never quite went away, you still struggled with new foods of nearly any kind but you ate enough now so you were able to function, but you still had to take supplements to keep your levels in check.

“Want to try?” he asks, knowing that you despised pesto the least but you hadn't tried mushrooms before so it could go either way. You nod, looking apprehensively at the bowl on his lap. He grabbed some on his fork, making sure to only grab a few mushrooms so you weren't overwhelmed by something new.

You try and swallow the food down but the combination of the new taste and texture of mushroom and the overwhelming garlic and pesto flavours your brain just refuses, causing you to gag. You tried to slow down but you just ended up gagging again before rushing over to the bin to spit it out. You proceed to down a glass of water Spencer had set by the sink, predicting this would be the likely scenario. “You want to come eat the rest of your food magpie?” Spencer calls over to you, double checking. Knowing sometimes you didn't want to eat straight after trying new things that you didn't like. You agree to come back to the sofa and eat your own food.

It was the next day Spencer got you to try something new, you had gone in earlier than him to get started on a project with Garcia so Spencer was about an hour behind you. When you knew Spencer was going to be arriving you slipped out of Garcia's office to greet him.

“Morning Honey” you greet him with a hug. “I got you a new thing to try magpie, whenever you want.” he responds with a giddy smile on his face, giving away what it was almost immediately. “It's a magpie muffin isn't it?” you ask. Spencer had gotten a muffin from a specific bakery nearly every day when he lived in chicago called magpie and when he found out you had never had a muffin before he was determined to get you one from that specific bakery, but they had closed for renovations for the last eight months so he hadn't been able to get you one till now. “You want me to try it now really though don't you?” you ask as he gives you the puppy dog eyes. You head over to the coffee station to make your usual hot chocolate with honeycomb syrup making a mental note of the fact you were running low on the powder.

Once you headed back to your desk where Spencer was waiting he had laid out the muffin on top of the paper bag so your desk didn't get covered in crumbs. You pick up the muffin and lean your hip against the desk as Spencer watches you take a bite from the muffin. You're not normally a fan of cakes in general, hence why you hadn't had a muffin before. Surprisingly to both you and Spencer you liked it straight away, it was dark chocolate and white chocolate, you personally didn't like milk chocolate so the lack of it was great for you. You broke off a piece to give to Spencer but he refused and pulled his own out of his bag. “There's a box at home, my mom sent them when they reopened, they sent a few boxes to the facility so she knew about it before us.” he smiled. “Well what do you think about planning another visit to visit her? And getting more muffins because I adore them. I need the recipe.” You suggested to him, you had met his mother twice now, once while on a case and the second time was a planned visit, making it much easier for you mentally. “I'd like that, I think she would too.” So with an idea in place to start planning when to take time off together, you headed back up to Garcia's office, half a muffin in hand, giving him a quick kiss goodbye as Hotch reminded Spencer about the thirty case files he had to go over with short deadlines.

#greyswritings #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid

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spoopyblues214 · 9 days

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Salveō! Would you be willing to take a writing request for a rise!Donnie x reader? (platonic pls!)

the storyline could be something along the lines of the reader eating one of Mikey’s food at dinner with the turtles and it being a bad texture. (For me, a big one is lumps in smooth substances. Like rice pudding.. *shudder*) Anyway, the reader gets overstimulated and shuts down, Donnie brings ‘em to his “sensory room” in the lab and gives pressurized hugs and back rubs until the reader is comfortable and regulated again.

I’m a sucker for autistic reader fics. There’s not enough of those :(

This seems adorable! I unfortunately don't get to the point of shutting/breaking down from bad food textures (though I do have foods I refuse to eat), but I'll try my best!

The Pudding

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Usually you loved dinner with the turtles. Sure, they could be loud and unruly, but somehow they didn't drain your social battery as much as other people did. Listening to the brothers fighting was entertaining, and they talked so much you didn't have to worry about finding something to say. Usually, you'd say it was one of your favorite activities, trying what Mikey decided to make.

Today, though, that couldn't be further from the truth. Dinner had been fine, one of the best Mikey has ever made, but you could feel the color drain from your face as he revealed a bowl for dessert. A lumpy pudding that you just knew you wouldn't like. You would have passed, but Mikey used his puppy dog eyes, and said something about it being something new he tried out. That's how you ended up with a small serving on your plate.

Raph and Leo ate most of it, saying the pudding tasted great, but for you it wasn't about the taste. Donnie had had some of his own, a smaller serving in comparison to his brothers, and he watched you watch the thing on your plate. Still, you steeled yourself and ate a few spoonfuls, ignoring the urge to gag. That'd be so rude. After maybe four bites you wanted to cry, physically unable to swallow the next spoonful but only feeling worse and worse with the texture just sitting in your mouth.

Suddenly Donnie pulled you up from your seat, walking you from the room just as the other three were about to start a food fight. With a three fingered hand on your back you entered the soft shell's lab, and your confusion got interrupted when a metallic claw offered you an empty garbage bin.

“Spit. I know you still haven't swallowed your last bite.”

Oh yeah.

You spit out the pudding and felt tears gather in your eyes.

Why couldn't you just be normal? Everything was great and you're being a baby over nothing.

The tiny garbage can had been placed elsewhere and you took the last couple steps into a room with low lighting. Brown noise seemed to be playing from hidden speakers around the room. You turned to Donnie, and of course he already had an answer.

“This is my Overstimulation Panic Room. When I get overwhelmed, I come in here and it helps.”

You nod, looking back around the room and wondering what exactly you should do to ride this out. It took a gentle touch to one of your arms for you to notice you were squeezing yourself.

“If you would like I could offer you some pressure in the form of a hug?”

Donnie rarely offered hugs; you found it very kind he'd do so just for your own little meltdown. With another nod he wrapped you in a hug and squeezed, his chin on your head. You could guess he was using those same metallic claws to do other things on his phone, but you wouldn't expect anything else. The buzz from the speakers let you focus on things other than your mind, sounding like wind, and the dim purple lighting meant your eyes could take a break from seeing so many colors.

You'd have to thank Donnie later, somehow.

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #platonic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #spoopywriting #donatello/reader #donnie/reader #donnie x reader

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hangesbrattyapprentice · 9 months

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Sleuths & Syndicates

Part 3

Mafia Boss! Shigaraki x fem!reader

art by ichiya1115

˚✧₊⁎ find Part 1 & Part 2 here ⁎⁺˳✧༚

~MDNI~

Being Tomura Shigaraki’s captive becomes easier once you stop fighting it. Before, he’d leave you bound and gagged for hours, days, unconcerned with your wellbeing. Only consumed with having your body available for him whenever the urge struck him. He’d fall asleep nuzzling your breasts, his cold legs entangled with your immobile ones. For weeks, the only people you’d see besides him were the cleaning staff who seemed assiduously oblivious to your existence even as you screamed for help. But you saw how soft he’d get when you were pliant, and your will to survive made you use it to your advantage no matter how much you hated yourself for it.

He was observant. Knew just how to get a reaction out of you. Weeks of having you tied up and unable to stop him or squirm away from his prying fingers and tongue had let him learn exactly what made you tick. Things you hadn’t even known about yourself. He made you feel good. So if you forgot everything about the world outside of that room, about who you were, things weren’t so bad. He kept you fed and made you cum and only hurt you if you displeased him – or if he felt like it.

When you’ve both grown more familiar your situation, he gradually gives you more liberty. You’re allowed to move freely within his mansion, although he’s strengthened the guard. You don’t often ask for things but when you do, Tomura makes sure you get them.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Sunny? You just had bubble tea yesterday,” he rolls his eyes. But he doesn’t send one of his men. He gets it himself on his way back home so he can see the stars in your eyes when he hands you the cup. “Whadya say, brat?” And here’s why you have him wrapped around your finger. You know he’d be happy with a sweet “thank you, Don” and a blowjob, but you don’t need him happy. If you are to survive – to escape someday – you need him absolutely enraptured.

So you make sure he reads the sin in your eyes before you ask him if he’d like a taste. And when he takes the bait, quirking an eyebrow, you pop the seal and let the milky liquid pour slowly over your mouth, neck, and breasts, drenching the shirt you’re wearing until the fabric is sheer and stuck to your nipples. It’s almost endearing how his jaw hangs open – or it would be, were he not the devil himself. But you channel your hatred into lust and guide him by the back of his neck to your mouth, letting him lap up the sweet drink. His tongue runs up along the column of your neck before he lowers his head further to suck greedily at your tits through the shirt. The feel of his tongue with the added texture of the wet fabric has you moaning above him, raking your nails against his scalp.

And because he’s feeling extra generous, he turns you around and gives you his solid thigh to ride from behind while he teases your nips, head bent over your shoulder, with slow licks and quick twists between his fingers. Despite yourself, you’re coming undone so quickly, the feel of his hard thigh under pressed trousers somehow giving you what you need. Heel lifted, he pulses his leg up and down in time with the rocking of your hips and you’re so close, already feeling the tiny contractions coming when he suddenly pushes you off of him, making you fall to the floor on all fours.

“No, please!” You wail, hips thrusting uselessly into nothing, chasing your lost orgasm.

“I thought the bubble tea was for you, pet. Not me,” he smirks. His pants are around his ankles when you turn to face him and he’s found the half-empty cup, tilting it over his throbbing erection. “Don’t you want it?”

You give him what he wants – a messy blowjob worthy of a porno, wondering if your little act was all for nothing. He’s seconds away from cumming when you decide to risk your life for some petty revenge. You lift your head, gasping for air, but instead of swallowing him right back down your throat, you stay put, panting on his flushed cock, just out of reach.

“F-fuck! Sunny-nnghh!” Tomura roars, legs quivering. But instead of grabbing your head and violently fucking your face like you expected, he’s whimpering beneath you, begging, and then you’re both gaping at each other in equal surprise. Tentatively, you reach for the restraints that would usually hold your wrists and his ruby eyes follow you, a slew of emotions reflected in them clear as day. He’s a little frightened but also very hopeful.

Straddling his torso, you tie his right hand to the bedpost and then his left, kissing him slow and tender in between. He’s an absolute wreck and you haven’t even started yet. You’ve never done anything like this before, wouldn’t even know what “edging” is but with how responsive Shigaraki is, it comes to you naturally. With kitten licks and slow strokes of your fingertip, you bring him right to the edge of release before backing away and letting him cool off, over and over and over again. And when he moans, you can’t help but moan with him. You’re enjoying this, too. Your pussy aches with need. You want to ride him, and when you ask him if he can hold off his orgasm til you say so, he huffs a drunken laugh.

“Sorry, Sunshine. Don’t think I can hold it if you so much as breathe on my dick right now. What’s wrong?” he adds, seeing the frown on your face. Then he growls. “Fuck, don’t tell me this is turning you on that much, my sick little pet. C’mere.”

When you just look at him confused, he clarifies, “come sit on my face. Use me to get yourself off ’slong as you want, baby.” He’s panting hard, voice raspier than usual, cock twitching helplessly. Something inside you snaps.

You’re bracing yourself with your forearms against the wall, riding Shigaraki’s tongue as he eats you out like his life depends on it. His arms strain against the ropes, corded muscles bulging. You’re cumming for the second time, slick and spit dripping down his face and he’s groaning like he’s in agony but can’t stop lapping you up for even a second, even though you’re whimpering and backing away from the overstimulation.

Suddenly one of the restraints snaps, and in the back your head you’re furious – how often you’d have given anything for one of those ropes to snap when it was you tied up – but you’re somewhat blissed out, mid-orgasm and caught off guard when Shigaraki uses his free arm to topple you so you’re on your back, head hanging off the side of the mattress with his arms now holding both your thighs open for him and his mouth free to continue its assault on your cunt.

His lips close over your swollen clit, suckling on it hard. You scream, hands fisting and tangling in his fluffy, white hair. Two thick fingers stretch you out and pump into you, easily finding your most sensitive spot and you’re cumming all over again, legs shaking uncontrollably and sparks going off in your head. You’re pulled back fully onto the mattress by your throat and his fingers are quickly replaced by his cock and fuck he’s so damn hard you’ve never felt him this thick before. He’s not fucked you so rough since before you became “Sunny” but you love it and you’re so grateful when he spills his seed inside you but still keeps going, fucking it deeper into you. You’re begging him not to stop, and he’s eager to oblige.

It takes a while, but when you’re both worn out, clean and curled up in bed, Tomura is sweet and gentle. He’s got you tucked into his side, head resting on his chest, hand carding through your hair while the tv throws dim, flickering blue light over an otherwise dark room. He kisses the top of your head.

“I love you, Sunny,” he murmurs, and you’re just about far gone enough to almost feel as if this could be a normal relationship. Almost.

“Fuckin’ love you so god damn much. What did I do to deserve you, hm?”

You curl up further into yourself, and to Shigaraki, it feels like a hug.

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h3rb3rtw3st · 7 months

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Do you have some Herbert autism thoughts/headcanons to share with the class? 🧪💚

Oh goodness, I do indeed!

Herbert is a "too much eye contact" type of autistic. He often forgets to blink, and does not care that it makes many people uncomfortable. (Heavily based off me, and also his mannerisms in canon.)

He has less problems with textures and more problems with noise and taste. Any unwanted/unexpected noise drives him insane, and "bad" tastes (especially bitter and sour things) make him gag. So he avoids both. (Based off how I work and the novelization)

His number one stim is knocking. (Based off canon mannerisms.)

He also chews on pens/pencils. Often he does not realize he is chewing on it until it's practically destroyed.

He wears the same outfit all of the time partially because of it being one of the few outfits he doesn't have sensory issues in, and partially because it takes less brain power to just put the same clothes on everyday.

In conclusion, get this guy some noise canceling headphones and a chew toy.

#herbert west #reanimator #bride of reanimator #headcanons

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colorisbyshe · 1 month

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i know people love to dunk on picky eaters for whatever reason

but it really is sooo fucking miserable to have a limited palate. trying new stuff means possibly gagging in front of people, wasting money, offending the cook, or pissing yourself off because you spent so much time actually making it.

you get bored eating the same shit over and over.

sometimes, you eat a bad version of something you like (an ingredient went off, it was cooked poorly, you got a different brand) and you have to convince yourself to give the version you like again because your brain automatically shoves it into the "DO NOT EAT" zone.

people CONSTANTLY harass you to try shit, even if you told them you HAVE tried it before, which is extra odd to me because like... no one harasses them to eat food they know they don't like?

"not all X taste the same, give this one a shot!" i'm not stupid, i know that. and yet the quality of X i don't like is still present in all versions, so... leave me the fuck alone!

i feel like for some people, not liking the taste of something just means like going "ugh" and spitting it out or swallowing it. but for some people it means gagging, stomach aches, and almost a full body tension. like... even if it was just "ugh," no one should be mocked for... how their taste buds work... but... some picky eaters genuinely suffer when trying shit that doesn't taste good or has bad texture

so.. maybe let's all lay off

the idea of what food you eat being tied to maturity or whatever is genuinely ridiculous. not even going into how taste in food is shaped at an early age (and thus class and culture), can be influenced by things like ADHD/Autism/ARFID, and isn't like... some bizarre choice

#seeing which dietary restrictions are respected versus demeaned is always... something else #i DO think some food pickiness should be... pushed against #like people who refuse to try other culture's cuisines or whatever #but?? in general leave people alone

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spectrumlife99 · 23 days

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A more personal story about a big struggle of mine...food.

I've talked a little bit about how I hate food before on this blog...but now I think it's time to go in-depth about it...even though I usually HATE talking about it, and I'm really nervous and anxious about making this post, but I'll do my best.

Ever since I was little (like, two years old when I was taken off the baby bottle and had to move to solid foods, which, actually, I have NEVER drank milk since the baby bottle was taken away because it was nasty and I no longer needed it to survive...and I STILL to this day hate milk and find it gross), I have had MAJOR sensory issues with food, causing me to be extremely picky and particular about what I eat. I have issues with the look, smell, taste, texture, etc. I also hate things on my plate touching each other, and as a kid I had to have everything on separate plates/bowls because I wouldn't eat if anything on the plate touched each other. I still hate that to this day though, with a lot of work, I have been able to move past the "everything on separate plates/bowls" thing. I do still try my absolute best to keep everything a good distance from each other though.

I am also very particular about even the same types of food. For example, I only eat certain specific brands of certain specific things, and if the brand is wrong, even if the food itself is the same, I will always notice just by smell alone, and refuse to eat it. If the brand is not the safe brand, I will not eat it. If we don't have a safe food or the right brand of safe food, I will choose to go hungry rather than eat, because it's just too much for me to eat a non-safe food/brand. My diet is extremely limited...I would say that 99% of all foods in this world are way too overwhelming for me, and I know for a fact that I can count the number of foods I will actually eat on my fingers...and everything on that list is bland, except for a couple VERY SPECIFIC flavors of VERY SPECIFIC kinds of candy. It has to be bland because I can't handle anything that's spicy (even if it's only a tiny kick or a pinch of seasoning, it will still feel like my mouth is burning and my stomach will start feeling bad), I can't handle bitter things (bitter things will immediately trigger the gag reflex), and I can't handle sour things (sour things, aside from being overwhelming in taste, make my mouth really irritated and that really hurts), or things that are too sweet (I can handle mild sweetness but if it's anything even the slightest bit over mildly sweet, I can't handle it, it triggers the gag reflex). If I could survive without eating, I would never ever eat a thing because I hate food and eating so much. I usually only eat one meal a day, that being supper, because my family always makes sure to have safe food for me in the house for supper specifically. And if we have takeout or go to a restaurant, we always make sure that the restaurant has one of my safe foods beforehand, otherwise I won't eat.

I have gone multiple days in a row without eating anything, because there was nothing safe around. This was back when I was in my early teens in the psych hospital. I was there because I needed a medication adjustment, they had to take me off everything and put me back on everything again slowly, as well as change some of the meds because I was struggling with severe anger issues and aggression, there wasn't a day that went by without me exploding on someone and physically hurting them or myself back then...so I was in the psych hospital for about a week and a half. The teen ward was like a dorm at a university or something, there was a common area, and two long corridors of rooms, with the girls on one and boys on the other. Now, the food situation there was...less than ideal... especially for someone like me. We had a choice of what we wanted to eat, but to actually GET to choose, we had to wake up at the designated wake-up call time...which was always really hard for me since I am not a morning person and I also had nightmares that woke me up and made me really anxious and panicky basically every night. So, as you can probably guess, I always missed the menu choices, meaning I always ended up with something random. That was not good, because it was almost always something that wasn't a safe food. The worst part of it was, there were multiple days in a row of this, and by the fourth day in a row of me not eating, one of the nurses did the worst thing possible for a person with severe food sensitivities...the nurse force-fed me...and continued to do so everyday after that. It was like torture, and every time after being force-fed by the nurse, I would go right back to my room, head right to the bathroom, and proceed to get rid of it by gagging myself on purpose to make myself throw up. The food sitting in my stomach made me nauseous as it was already so I just had to get it out of there so I could feel better. I never told anyone about it though because during my entire week and a half there it was so traumatic I was basically rendered mute, barely saying a word to anyone. I know that they were just worried about me and wanted to make sure I survived while I was there, but they definitely could've done it less...aggressively...

This wasn't the first time I was force-fed either. As a kid, with my OT, I did a type of feeding therapy called Feeding Team. It was supposed to help me learn to try new foods...but it didn't work. Now, the person who force-fed me there wasn't my usual therapist. My usual therapist never did that, she just sat there with me and reminded me that if I didn't eat the food of the week, I wouldn't be allowed to do all the other stuff...the stuff I liked doing in OT. Multiple weeks just consisted of me just sitting there the whole time because I just wouldn't...COULDN'T eat. But my usual therapist never threatened to force-feed me or anything like that. So how was I force-fed there, then...? Well...it was when my usual therapist wasn't there, and I had a substitute...a couple substitutes weren't the most patient and after it became clear I wasn't going to eat, they would pick up the fork or spoon, gather some of the food on it, and shove it into my mouth. I would immediately go running to the bathroom after that and proceed to, once again, get rid of it all so I didn't feel sick anymore with the food sitting in my stomach like that.

No one, absolutely NO ONE in my family knows that I've been force-fed before. They also don't know about me purposely getting rid of the food I was force-fed every time. I have only told my talk therapist and a best friend of mine who understands what having food sensitivities like this is like...and only brought it up in the first place because I've been thinking about this for a while and having nightmares about the force-feeding where I wake up feeling sick and like I need to get rid of the food I was force-fed in my dream...so it's been really bothering me a lot lately. And I'm one of those people who HATES anything to do with throwing up. If someone around me is sick with a stomach bug or flu and I hear or see it...I freak out and have full-on panic attacks over it, and when I have the stomach bug or flu myself, I try to keep everything from coming out as long as I possibly can.

And food unfortunately is something that can make me really sick and trigger the gag reflex from just the look and smell alone...which is why I always stay away from the kitchen when my family is eating their meals, and waiting until everything they had is all cleaned up and put away before I can finally have my own safe food for supper...I do this pretty much everyday, as it's very VERY rare for my family to have something I can eat alongside them for supper. The only thing that really comes to my mind that I eat with them is pasta...my mom makes it plain and makes the sauce separately because she's allergic to tomatoes and I don't like sauce. I completely cover my plain pasta in the (what I like to call) "cheese salt" type of parmesan cheese because that way it tastes better and it's not greasy. One of my younger brothers (who also has some food sensitivities, but he's not nearly as problematic in my parents' eyes as I am because he eats a lot more things than I do) does the same thing, and we often fight over the parmesan cheese because of it.

I used to have to sit at the table with everyone during holiday meals, which felt like torture, but now I don't have to do that anymore because I just can't do that without feeling sick and losing my appetite at the sight and smell of all holiday food. The only thing I eat on holidays is plain rolls...which is just bread. Everything else is way too much for me. So I wait for everyone to finish and clean up, and then I have a safe food, just like basically every other day.

On Easter yesterday I didn't even eat supper at all because I just wasn't hungry. I have a hard time noticing when I'm hungry or not, so that plays another part in me not wanting to eat, because I don't feel like I need to. I've been put on an appetite stimulator medication because my one meal a day is not enough for my family and support workers and it makes them worry...even though I'm totally fine with one a day but that's just me. It worked for a while, it didn't change anything I actually ATE but it made me feel hunger a bit more...though now it's stopped working and I'm back to one meal a day. I get really tired of my family constantly judging me for being picky, berating me for never eating anything, telling me I'm being difficult, and saying things like, "There are people starving out there, you should be grateful for what you have and eat!" When they say those things, it does not help at all! It instead just makes me really upset because I literally CANNOT HELP IT! I didn't ASK for this, I didn't ASK to have so many food sensitivities...and it drives ME just as crazy as it drives THEM! I wish I could eat more things so they wouldn't get so mad at me all the time but I just CAN'T!

You know how people will expect you to just toughen up and eat what's in front of you...? Yeah...no...that doesn't work for me. If there's nothing I can eat, nothing that's safe, I will not eat a THING until I have a safe food in front of me again, even if it takes multiple days...the longest I've gone without eating was four days. I am so glad my parents don't force-feed me though, like the nurses at the psych hospital or the substitute OT person did...because that means I haven't had to intentionally make myself sick to get rid of the things I was force-fed in about a decade now. I am so afraid to tell my family about those incidents because they have never heard anything about it from anyone at all and I always keep traumatic memories and things that happened to me to myself for years at a time, until I can't take it anymore and I just break from the stress, but I am working on it now with my talk therapist, so I hope I'll be able to say something eventually.

Anyway, I guess what I want to say is, anyone else who's autistic and struggles with food sensitivities, I see you and I feel you. You are not alone. I used to think I was alone in this until I met my best friend who struggles with this stuff too. It was so validating for me to finally have someone who understands what this is like, and I hope my story can help some of you feel not so alone either.

#actually autistic #autism things #food is a sensory nightmare #food is gross #i hate food #i hate talking about this usually #but i wanted to spread the word that this is a real issue people have and it's not because they're choosing to #and hopefully help anyone who has this same problem feel validated and less alone #i see you and feel you #also please don't hit me with the “oh it's an eating disorder” thing...last i checked you're not born with eds #and i have been like this since i was very very little...like two years old little #it's entirely a sensory thing...a really really major sensory thing with multiple components to it #long post #sl99 talks

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trashytummiez · 2 years

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A Painfully "Exotic" Shake

So @fungusfangs made an incredibly cute little sequence yesterday with Fatgum and Tamaki that involved Tamaki drinking a really horrible protein shake full of all manner of various meats to store him with extra abilities. It was so funny I had to make a fuller fic for it especially since it got me back on my 'maki bend~ >////<

"Here ya go! Down the hatch kid~" Fatgum insisted in his jovial way upon handing Tamaki a very peculiar looking protein shake.

The elf-eared boy shifted anxiously when he looked down at the thick bubbling drink. "S-So much...?!" Tamaki asked in a way that almost sounded like a nervous whimper. "...It's so heavy..."

"Ya so best t'try and drink it fast so ya don't notice the taste...or texture..." Fatgum insisted with a beaming smile and a heroic thumbs up.

Tamaki nervously sniffed at the rather sizable shake in his hands. If that wasn't enough to make him cringe the gurgling erupting from the beverage definitely was.

"...W-What's even in here...?" Tamaki asked in a soft but exasperated way.

Fatgum's beaming smile gave way to a flat expression.

"...Uhhh...s-sensei? What's in this drink...?" Tamaki repeated.

Fatgum may have been Japanese but the deafening silence clearly screamed 'pleading the fifth'.

"Sensei?! What is in this?!?" Tamaki nervously yelled out now visibly shaking adorably with fear at what Fatgum was asking him to ingest.

"...Dragonfruit!" Fatgum insisted with a terribly unconvincing smile.

"Dragonfruit doesn't burble like that!!" Tamaki fearfully shouted back.

Oh god it was churning. Was what Fatgum wanted Tamaki to drink even meant for human consumption?!

"Y-You'll be fine! Honest!" Fatgum insisted. "It's...uh...a turbo recipe!"

"That isn't a thing!!"

"Fer a kid with a quirk that involves eatin'? S-Sure it does! It's...y'know...fer yer quirk! We wanted t'jam pack as many animals into a single protein source as possible so-"

"-You made an exotic animal smoothie?!??!" Tamaki all but shrieked with wide-teary eyes of horror.

"...Well it...kinda sounds bad when ya word it like that..." Fatgum admitted sheepishly.

The pro hero sighed in defeat when he saw Tamaki trembling in that fearful way of his at the mere thought of touching a "drink" like that.

"...Alright maybe I got carried away," Fatgum admitted a little more sincerely. "Thing is kid...we dunno how this showdown's gonna go tomorrow. It's all on the line and I just wanna make sure yer as prepared as can be fer what lies ahead. But even I wouldn't touch that shake with a twelve foot stick of taffy..."

Tamaki's shaking steadily leveled out while his fearful expression softened. He knew the truth to Fatgum's words. What they were up against tomorrow~there was no guarantee any of them would survive. Something like the liquid abomination in his hands may have come in very handy in a pinch if it gave him access to a whole slew of different abilities.

So he stiffened his back~undid his vest so only his tight long sleeved spandex shirt remained then took a deep and steady breath.

"Uh kid? What're ya-"

Fatgum's face once again drew blank when to his utter shock and horror Tamaki raised the big thick cup with both hands and actually started chugging it down.

Tamaki clenched his eyes shut and didn't want to think about the horrible chunky concoction flowing down his gullet. He just wanted to get it all in as fast as humanly possible.

The elf eared boy chugged so hard that Fatgum could hear his throat squelching with each disgustingly wet and loud gulp Tamaki gave.

He wasn't stopping either.

For as timid and anxious as Tamaki was the boy was one of the biggest eaters Fatgum knew besides himself and Kirishima. Tamaki could not only eat a whole heck of a lot but he could consume it incredibly fast.

Fatgum himself fought back a gag when he saw the purple horror dribble down from the sides of Tamaki's mouth. He was chugging so much so fast that the godless concoction was starting to spill down onto his spandex.

With Tamaki's vest undone his lean tummy was extenuated by how tightly the spandex wrapped around his body. But because of how big and how heavy the "shake" was Tamaki's stomach started to bulge out a little beneath his spandex. There was a curve to the front of his tummy that was beginning to grow a little rounded the more he downed his protein shake without stopping.

Tamaki breathed heavily through his tiny nostrils but didn't think about how nasty it tasted or how it felt rushing down his throat. He just had to get it in his belly and be done with it. So he just chugged and chugged to where he was tearing up. So much air was filling his tummy all at once and breathing was starting to hurt. But he was almost done. He just had to finish a little bit more.

Fatgum was watching on edge like he was watching a horror movie on the verge of a really bad jumpscare.

He wasn't joking when he said Tamaki was the strongest of any of the heroes.

Anyone who could chug something that dreadful the way Tamaki was had might not even the all time greats could top.

One hand fell to his tummy and gently rubbed it while he drank what remained of the "shake". God he felt so full already. Tamaki could eat so much more than what this terrible shake had to offer but it just felt so weighty and from a liquid slurry it just sat heavier in his increasingly rounder belly than a buffet worth of food.

Every gulp Tamaki gave was audible and painfully thick sounding. His thin athletic throat continued to throb and pulsate as more and more of the sickening mixture poured into him. He was trying desperately not to think about how terrible it all tasted and the uncomfortable thickness of the texture that Fatgum warned him about. But it was getting harder.

To Fatgum amazement and horror though~the boy managed to chug every last drop of that monstrosity down.

Tamaki groggily dropped the sizable plastic cup onto the floor and stepped back with a sickly groan. His belly subtly jiggled with each step he took~the concoction sloshing inside of him noisily. Tamaki's mouth was stained with that disgusting purple substance~some of it dripping down his chin messily. Both of his hands slowly ran up and down his painfully heavy tummy to try and settle it down while it gurgled so loudly and painfully that even Fatgum cringed at the sound.

"...Uhhh...k-kid...? You okay there...?" Fatgum asked nervously.

Tamaki looked too dazed and out of it to tell if he even heard what Fatgum asked him. But then the gurgling in his tummy grew so aggressive that Fatgum could actually see it ripple slightly against his stretched out spandex. Tamaki's face grew green as he quickly covered his mouth.

Frantically Fatgum rushed to his young sidekick's aide quickly rubbing his back tenderly to try and settle his body down. "Ah crap. Yer okay yer okay," he repeated with a cringe to his own rounded face expecting the worst.

A thick gurgle rose up Tamaki's throat and puffed out his cheeks. Fatgum looked away not wanting to see what was to come after Tamaki's hand got blown back from his mouth. To his relief and surprise though Tamaki didn't throw up violently.

Nope. Instead Tamaki let out a gigantic burp~louder and harder than anything Fatgum had ever heard from the boy in their many eating sessions. All that air Tamaki took in from drinking in one go without stopping had built up a painful pressure pocket desperately in need of expulsion. So much had been built up that the monstrous eructation shy anxious Tamaki was uncontrollably releasing lasted an unheard of ten seconds!

"Holy crap kid! That had t'be a record!" Fatgum praised in awe.

Tamaki just groaned after and wiped his mouth clean. "...Unnnf...that tasted terrible..." he mumbled groggily. Then Tamaki gave a deep hiccup that made his belly bounce and slosh which in turn only made him burp again and cover his mouth with a groggy blush.

"C'mon. Let's sit fer a bit while that...uh...'shake' settles yeah?" Fatgum insisted.

Tamaki nodded with a soft pained huff and gently patted his tummy.

Fatgum let Tamaki lean against his huge blubbery body for support while cradling his full bloated tummy with one hand while the two made their way to the seats. They were careful not to move too fast and upset Tamaki's tummy any more than it already was. But due to how heavy the concoction was even the subtlest of motions made everything simmering inside of Tamaki slosh around noisily and churn aggressively.

Partway in Tamaki stopped walking and held a fist up to his mouth to give an incredibly thick and meaty closed mouth burp that he seemed barely able to hold in. Then an even longer one rolled out of him and stretched for almost four seconds straight. Tamaki huffed in a sickly way and hunched over to clutch his mildly curvy thighs~his pooching tummy sagged down when he did. He could feel another big one brewing in his belly. His throat hitched with a deep breath and eventually Tamaki let out another huge burp that Fatgum could see rippled Tamaki's sagging tummy when it expelled out of him so intensely.

"...Heh. Gonna give Red Riot some real competition after this fight is over ain'tcha!" Fatgum said with an almost convincing smile while he gently patted Tamaki's back with his meaty palm.

Tamaki couldn't hold back a little moan of pained relief but only the subtlest bit. He tried to stifle a sharp hiccup that left him groaning and stood back up cradling his tummy. He continued to lean against Fatgum occasionally hiccuping into the round pro-heroes blubber until the two reached a couch to sit on. Tamaki was pulled towards Fatgum just due to the whole couch sinking until the giant heroes massive blubbery frame.

Fatgum very gently put his hand on Tamaki's belly. With how large Fatgum was his hand covered the entirety of that soft curved out bloat. He only needed to move his meaty palm just slightly around to rub into Tamaki's troubled tummy.

Tamaki sighed heavily while Fatgum managed a small more genuine smirk. "Heh. Betcha wish this was Lemillion showin' yer gut some love huh."

The elf eared boy blushed heavily at that comment but given the circumstances all he could do was nod and groan. He couldn't help but long for his boyfriends hands on his tummy rubbing it up and down and kneading into all the right spots that only Mirio knew how to rub. Or the way his finger would tease across Tamaki's oh so sensitive belly button. Mirio always knew how to just make Tamaki's tummy feel better under any circumstances. And with the risks they were all about to face he longed for the comfort of his boyfriend now more than ever.

Tamaki's thoughts were interrupted when his stomach gurgled a thick strained sounding gurgle. It was like his insides were choking on the monstrosity now digesting inside of the boys innards. Slowly Tamaki could feel the properties of those various meats and whatever else Fatgum just fed him beginning to be absorbed. He was going to need a full rundown of what it was he just drank~but only after he digested.

Hearing now when his tummy was so heavy and sickly was only a guarantee that he'd immediately puke it all back up.

"Yer gonna be fine kid," Fatgum insisted sincerely. "I got no clue how tomorrow's gonna play out. But I ain't worried 'bout you one bit. You've always been strongest of the strong...and uh...given the extra firepower yer gonna be packin'...I almost feel sorry for those poor evil bastards yer gonna plow through..."

Tamaki huffed when an especially thick and unpleasant churning sound bellowed from his belly. Fatgum could actually feel Tamaki's tummy jostle beneath his palm from the force of it. He once again brought a fist to his mouth and let rip a really loud closed mouth burp that ballooned his cheeks out~it was impressive that he could even hold that one in like that given how hard it rushed up.

The boy blew the gas off to the side with a blush and looked on. Despite the pain in his belly there was something else eating at him. "...I don't want anyone else to die," he muttered quietly. "...I wanna graduate so I can spend more time with Mirio. I wanna see Red Riot graduate too so all of us can go out to a buffet together and celebrate..."

Tamaki huffed and slumped forward again while his stomach gurgled deeply.

"Uh...maybe don't mention food right now kid," Fatgum said with a half-hearted chuckle.

Tamaki nodded in acknowledgement. But then he turned his head away from Fatgum and seemed to wipe his eyes.

Fatgum's expression softened. He took his hand off of Tamaki's tummy and wrapped his hand around Tamaki's sides pulling him close to Fatgum's huge blubbery body like a big brother giving his baby brother a one armed hug.

"We're gonna win this thing kid. I promise ya that. And when we do? All of us. We're goin' to any sushi boat'uh yer choosin'. All you can eat. Sound good?" Fatgum asked and lightly thumped Tamaki on the back.

Or at least he thought it was light.

Because that thump was enough to dislodge a sizable pocket of gas which rushed up Tamaki's throat~causing the boy to let out a massive echoing burp that rattled out of him so hard Fatgum could even feel the springs of the couch vibrate.

It left him panting and blushing but also blinking with surprise at the unexpected action.

Fatgum was left blinking much the same way.

Then the two shared a confused chuckle that eventually just turned into both mentor and student laughing aloud.

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then!" Fatgum joked.

Tamaki giggled and wiped his eyes again but this time from laughter.

The two of them sighed while Fatgum continued to gently rub Tamaki's back. Tamaki's tummy seemed a little deflated and the gurgling while still noisy wasn't as aggressive or painful as it had been earlier.

Still. One thought crept into his mind.

"...So seriously sensei...what was in that shake..."

#kink fic #tamaki #fatgum #tummyache #liquid bloat #nausea #emeto #burps #closed mouth burps #hiccups #tummy rub #platonic #fluff #emotion #mha spoilers

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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Zag on them bitches, never let them know your next move- TIME TO WRITE TRAUMA AGAIN

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It was Donnie’s turn to do dishes. Raph had cooked them some really nice veggies with some weird sauce Casey had brought them that had been absolutely delicious. The texture was a little weird, so smooth versus the crunchiness of the vegetables, but the taste had been great. Even Splinter hadn’t found anything to gripe about when he grabbed his helping.

However, now that the food was eaten and in his stomach, his tongue was making its dislike of the texture known. He hated that he was so picky about food, he wished he could just subsist on liquids. A nice flavorless juice full of all the calories and vitamins he needed without any of the horrible feelings that came with things touching his tongue.

“Dumbass, you’ve been scrubbing the same dish for five minutes.” Leo’s snarky voice didn’t even manage to cut through the cloud of discomfort, only amplifying it.

“There was a stain.” He lied.

“Sure there was. Can you fuckin’ stay on Earth for long enough to talk?”

He frowned, looking Leo’s way. He took in his body language, the cock of his hip and the way he crossed his arms right over his chest.

Leo was in a bad mood.

“C-can’t you bother s-someone else?” Donnie huffed, setting aside the washed dish to grab another, “I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what? Coming up with a new way to disappoint your family?” Leo laughed, incredulous and mean, “Thinking of some new dumb robot that’ll inevitably go haywire and explode in your face? Making a new plan to get yourself kidnapped again?”

Donnie didn’t answer, just set another cleaned plate aside to dry.

“Don’t give me that look, you know I’m right.” Leo leaned in closer, “I should start up a bingo sheet of ways you manage to fuck up. See if I can manage to fill the whole board before a month is up. Free space would obviously just be ‘Sucks at Ninjutsu’.”

His tongue felt like it wanted to crawl out of his mouth. He could still feel the bristles of broccoli in his throat, trying to gag him. Carrots that were just too over cooked, feeling almost slimy in the new sauce.

“What other spaces could there be?” Leo mused, “Blowing up another dumb invention.” He counted on his fingers, “Refusing to eat. Never fucking talking. Getting kidnapped, of course. Screwing with mystic shit you were told to leave alone.”

His mouth was simultaneously too wet and too dry. He set the last plate aside and started the quick task of cleaning their utensils. These were easy. He could get this done and just leave.

“Saying something is bad when there’s literally nothing wrong with it.” Leo was still. Fucking. Going. “Getting sick again. Breaking your dumb glasses. I’d say disappointing Dad, but there’s so many ways you manage to do that that I’d have to split it into multiple spots!”

Spoons were easy. A quick scrub with a rag and they could be set aside.

His throat caught and he had to pause to stop himself from gagging.

“Oh, how about managing to ruin some of Mikey’s art with your dumb experiments and pissing him off? That’s a good one! Not common, it’ll be hard to tick that box off, but man when you piss off Mikey you really make sure to go all out!”

Forks. Finish the forks. Get the gunk out from between the tines and set them aside.

Fuck, he got wet food on his fingers and now he could feel the slimy texture over his palms, mixing with the soapy water in a textural nightmare.

“I could make two separate boxes for you breaking our plumbing and our entertainment systems with your idiotic upgrades and repairs.”

Why wouldn’t Leo ever just shut up? His stupid tongue always flapping away like he was paid per word that fell from his stupid lips. It wasn’t good enough for him to embarrass them constantly in front of Splinter, he had to come and individually harass them?

Forks were done. Last thing was the veggie knife.

He could take it and use it to cut out Leo’s tongue.

His eyes went wide as he stared at his hands. He could so easily envision it, grasping the knife and just quickly shoving it into his brother’s mouth. He didn’t need to be stronger than Leo, just had to surprise him. He would never expect it, he was vulnerable. Just wait until he opened his mouth to laugh at his own cruel jokes and slam the blade into his open maw. If he was lucky, the damage would be bad enough that he’d completely lose the ability to speak.

He quickly tossed the knife onto the drying rack and drained the sink.

“Man you’re such a space case.” Leo rolled his eyes again, pushing off the counter to start walking out of the kitchen, “Maybe I’ll go borrow some art supplies from Mikey to make my bingo cards.”

With that, he was gone, leaving Donnie with the vision of him laying on the ground, mouth bloodied and fear in his eyes.

The bad texture in his mouth was gone.

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Tee hee

-Monster Anon

Where did you find this scene of my brother harassing me- the way I’ve imagined putting knives in his suitcase so he’d stab himself when he goes to unpack it. The way I’ve imagined bashing his head in while he’s talking to me <3

I’ve never experienced this kind of ghost-texture issues. Once it’s down that’s usually it for me. Though the lingering tastes can be excruciating.

Anyway I loved reading this and I’m going to eat it <<33

#nnstuff #ask #abuse tw #fanfic #teenage mutant neglected turtles #tmnt leo #tmnt Donnie #neglected fic

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doomed-era · 8 days

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OH GAFFENS OPINIONS ON CERTAIN FOODS + ZELDAS OPINIONS ON FOODS. this can include totk foods at your discretion . who prepares Good Food……

OOOH YES. that would b fun hehe

long post. again. god i love rambling.

food always brings gaffen a lot of joy tbh. making it sharing it eating it doesn't really matter he just Likes Food, and it never fails to make him happy. as far as favorite foods go he's a big fan of things that are 'filling' like breads and stews, but he also really loves soup.

-I think spicy seafood fry is something he likes to have with rice. rhoam was pretty hands-on about teaching him to cook/hunt and that was the first recipe he made on his own. it's very nostalgic for him

-he also loves fortified pumpkins and pumpkin pie pumpkin soup etc. he misses cado's cooking for pumpkins specifically

-you. already know this i assume. but he will eat flowers if he can't cook them properly

-he hates raw meat and fish. it's a texture thing and he'll only eat them if he has to. he USED to suck eggs but he doesn't like raw egg anymore

-tbh he will go on about how to cut up a dead deer into portions he's kind of weird. but they taste different + he will tell you what parts not to eat etc

-he likes cheese but not...that much tbh. he does like pizza though. i like to imagine that hyrulean pizza is a little less like modern pizza and the base bread is more like a pita bread or something chewier. i also kind of want them to have different types of vegetable pastes and spreadable things. like with pepper/hot pepper and maybe some nut spreads. also gboh hyrule has sweet pepper....

OK. so widget. she cannot cook at all. zelda really never struck me as someone who would know how to cook well. she doesn't have to, and I don't consider her a character that would be interested in it. i wouldn't say she'd be bad at it if she tried she just doesn't know what she's doing and never bothered to learn. if she does it it's probably to try and impress gaffen lmao

-ofc she loves fruitcake. idk if she'd like. christmas fruitcake fruitcake but the idea of her liking that too is funny. also her liking sweetbread. she also generally likes fruit

-she has a very eat to live attitude compared to gaffen's live to eat tbh. i think she'll forget to eat if she's too focused.

-fairly open to new tastes and flavors and such but she will gag. she could be a picky eater if she actually rejected everything she didn't like the look of but she has too much shame to consider rejecting food

-she maybe eventually picks up how to make a few simple dishes just to feed herself and so she can understand what gaffen and paya are talking about.but yea

#golden blood on his hands #asks #glider rambles

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lostlegendaerie · 7 months

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jfc this fall is brutal. today's hell is under the cut.

I hate onions. The taste of *cooked* onion is great but I can't cut them without wearing goggles because my eyes burn for HOURS afterwards, raw onion literally burns my mouth, the smell makes me feel nauseous and the texture of them when I bite into food with them makes me gag and lose all appetite. I am very happy to put onion powder in anything with onions, or I pick around them in soups/green beans. My family knows this.

A couple days ago, I was visiting my sister and my mom made pizza. She'd already cooked the onions she was going to put on half of it so while my heart sank when I saw the onions I didn't say much of anything. The onions and other toppings went under the cheese (which is apparently not what anyone else does but that's how we've always cooked them) and when the rectangular pizza came out of the oven I carefully cut it into thirds.

"The onions are only on half," my older sister said.

"Yes, but I don't want to take a risk and bite into an onion. So I'll only eat this third."

The matter seemed settled, I ate my third, all was well until the next day when I came downstairs for lunch on a work break. I heated up a slice of pizza I was told wouldn't have onion but after I got it out of the microwave, I saw pieces between the cheese and the sauce and told them both (bc they were in the room and left it out for me) that I wasn't going to eat it. My mom apologized, and I... didn't assure her it was fine. I simply shrugged and said I wasn't comfortable eating the pizza even if she did pick them off for me and I went back upstairs to have the snacks I brought from home (for just this occasion) instead.

Today. I was accused of having 'too much of an attitude' in regards to refusing the pizza and I made my mother feel bad. My argument of "you know I can't eat onions" was downplayed into "we just thought you didn't like them, we forgot it makes you feel sick, and you were still too mean" so I fled to her in-laws place because we're a full hour from any town and. I'm still trying not to cry.

I have done, and will do, everything to make it easier for them to accommodate my sensory needs. I bring earplugs everywhere. I brought my own food. I make it a point to apologize any time they're cooking with peppers and onions and remind them I love them, the air is just making my eyes burn. I spend thousands of dollars on therapy and millions of hours talking with friends to learn how to communicate in a kind and effective way. And despite all of this, it's still my fault when I enforce a boundary that makes them feel guilty.

At a certain point, they have to stop cooking with onions.

#vent post #autistic adult #food intolerances #long post

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emetogirl · 1 year

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could you explain how it good it feels to puke? like, describe the feeling of nausea and how it feels coming up? i’m someone who is both scared to death of vomiting but also unusually turned on by it. reading how it feels to come up after being so nauseous is my favorite. :)

Hey!! I feel like I am equipped to answer this since I’m both one of those people who are turned on by puke but also can be scared of it when it’s happening to me. I am also super desensitized to it by getting sick all the time (gastroparesis, pots, endometriosis, a seizure disorder, and cfs are just a few of the illnesses I have that cause frequent vomiting episodes). So while I puke a lot and am used to it and also find it super hot, there’s still a part of me each time that finds it unpleasant despite also having the conflicting feeling of it turning me on.

I deal with nausea on the daily (in fact, I take prescription anti-emetics every day to try and lessen vomiting spells) so once I get to the point of puking, it’s bad. Like, to the point that puking is an immense relief and very much needed for me to be able to go on with my day. I can usually tell the different between when I feel sick and it is something I can deal with, and when I feel sick and I need to throw up. I usually get a pretty good lead up (like, hours of severe nausea, stomach pain, food not digesting, etc), and so for the most part I feel like it’s my choice to end up throwing up. I feel sick and recognize that puking needs to happen, and once I do that, it comes naturally.

The first two gags are usually unproductive but are part of my tummy getting prepared to get everything up. And then once I heave for the third time, that’s when I end up puking. Usually while puke is rushing up my throat it’s a moment of fear or panic, because it’s an uncomfortable sensation and feels totally out of my control and there isn’t anything I can do to stop it, especially if the taste or texture is bad. But once that’s over, often times within a few minutes my stomach will usually start feeling a ton better!! It feels like all the pressure goes away and the tension in my belly releases and I can finally relax. Sometimes I don’t feel better after and have to repeat the process a couple times and get several waves out of my belly before I feel better. In the moments after puking, my gag reflex is really stimulated and breathing too hard, coughing, another wave of nausea, or anything like that can make me puke again immediately after. When my stomach is really upset, sometimes this is the time when I heave over and over again, only getting up small little splashes of puke each time, because my gag reflex gets so overstimulated from the first round of puking and keeps triggering itself.

Hope this answers your question!

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veggietales-and-trauma · 10 months

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Growing up as a missionary kid with ARFID

I recently found out I may have ARFID. no official diagnosis yet, but learning about this disorder has resonated so strongly with me. It also has made me so angry and sad about the shit I had to go through because of my parents' decision to become missionaries.

If you don't know what ARFID is, it's basically an eating disorder that messes with the way your brain perceives food and causes you to avoid certain foods because of sensory issues like texture, or anxiety about possible reactions to food. in my case, I am very sensitive to textures, tastes, and smells, and cannot eat certain foods without gagging, nausea, and/or being unable to physically swallow. It is uncomfortable at best, painful at worst. As a kid, I had a much smaller list of safe, edible foods than I have now, but I have always had this experience with new or unsafe foods and still do at 28 years old.

Now, if you don't know what being a missionary kid is like, well, I don't blame you. I wish I didn't either. But here we are.

When I was a toddler, my parents decided God was calling them to go to a foreign country to win souls for the kingdom or whatever. This required us to travel around the states for years going to different churches and families to ask for money to support this lifestyle. Once we had enough money, we then moved to overseas to tell people about Jesus. Woohoo.

My ARFID pals can probably imagine what a horror this sounds like. Almost every week, I had to travel to a new church and go to a new restaurant or eat at a stranger's house. Sometimes we had lunch with the pastor, sometimes we stayed at a stranger's house for several nights and ate with them.

I had plenty of issues at home surrounding food. I was constantly getting in trouble for not finishing my potatoes, being sentenced to sit at the dinner table for hours until I ate 4 more bites of broccoli, or being threatened with no dessert or other punishments. None of this ever worked, and I would just sit there filled with shame but unable to eat.

Eating with strangers was another story. Most of my memories of this time are of my mother harshly whispering threats into my ear if I didn't eat, apologizing for me being a "picky eater" and complaining about me right in front of my face, or whisking me off to the bathroom to spank me. None of it helped me. I would cry, I would sulk, I would beg. But no matter the punishment, I could not make myself eat a bite of lasagna or try a bit of sauerkraut. On a couple of occassions, I even threw up at the table.

Unsurprisingly, things did not get better when we moved overseas. We moved to a country with a cuisine almost entirely comprised of food that I still can't stomach to this day. Seafood, lumpy potatoes, complicated stews, dry sandwiches, meats with large ribbons of fat running through them.

I don't mean to be culturally insensitive; there is nothing at all strange or bad about what they ate. My brain just couldn't handle it. Every time I had to go to a church lunch, I would basically starve and get sick from not eating. Church camp was the worst, with multiple days of suffering through meals that I could barely eat tiny bites of, getting constant headaches and feeling weak and unable to enjoy being with the other kids. I loved sleeping out in a tent, singing songs, playing games with them. But I hated the food experience so much, I would contemplate jumping out of my window so I could break my legs and not have to go.

I did get to eat at home more. But did you know that manufacturing processes are different in other countries? Did you know vegetables can have different shapes, sizes, and textures? I did. Nobody else could tell, but every single food was new and different and strange and unsafe to me, except for the peanut butter we brought over with us. Slowly, I would find foods I could handle and get accustomed to my new safe foods and eating routines. Then, we would have to go back the states to visit family and supporting churches.

Suddenly, everything was new again. I hated M&Ms because they were too small. Cheese and milk tasted weird. Hot dogs had too thick of a skin. Cucumber slices were too big and watery. Now the process had to start over again, forcing myself to find new safe foods, until it was time to return overseas and switch back to the old ones.

So it went, like a yoyo, being yanked around the world, trying desperately to find safety and consistency. I was tiny, couldn't gain any weight until years after adulthood. I was full of constant guilt, and I always felt othered. Singled out for being too stupid and stubborn to just eat a fish sandwich with the rest of the kids. It compounded with my awkwardness and social anxiety and I ended up with no friends, just the weird kid who didn't talk and never ate lunch.

I know my parents were totally unprepared for this and they did what they thought was best. ARFID wasn't added to the DSM-V until after I had graduated high school. None of the strategies to deal with picky eaters worked on me. How could they know what to do?

I do wish they wouldn't have made me feel like such a useless sack of shit every time, though.

But I get it. I made them look bad in front of their donors.

Missionary kids are told they must be adventerous, brave, charismatic, intelligent, flexible, generous. We were supposed to evangelize too, after all. More importantly, we were supposed to be model kids that people would want to give money to.

Instead, my parents got a small, weird, unsocial, anxious kid who couldn't eat food, couldn't talk to people, couldn't take a car ride without throwing up, much less a plane ride.

It wasn't my fault. It was just too much for me.

Doesn't stop me from feeling like a failure.

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wifeswarmacademy · 8 months

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Autism is weird with the mix of hyper and hyposensitivity. I can get several cut injuries over my arm without noticing, but there are a dozen fabrics that i cant stand to touch on my skin. Most food tastes kinda bland unless its really strongly flavored, I love hot sauces and lemon juice, but if pasta is slightly overcooked the texture can make me gag. Loud noises and rubbing skin against rought textures can be good, but when its only noticable but not intense sensations it can drive me mad.

Things are either so fucking much or i want it to be way more than everyone else. idk, im just stuck like this thinking about it because my favorite foods rn are spicy and fuck up my stomach real bad but at least they taste a lot.

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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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LOVER'S MOON

a/n: me writing a comfort self-indulgent drabble cause i'm sick? yes. i'm in quarantine and bored so i figured why not pop out a small drabble while I'm working on other stuff. it's not much, but hey it's the first eddie fic i've posted. a big thank you to @karasong for beta reading this for me!

summary: he told you he couldn't cook on your first date. doesn't mean he wouldn't try.

word count: 912

pairing: eddie munson x reader

warnings: not explicit, cussing, sickness, tons and tons of fluff, food consumption.

The second bang in the kitchen startled you out of your cough. His loud huff of a fuck followed soon after as he rummaged around his small trailer. For twenty minutes he’d been in the kitchen attempting to make you soup after you woke up unwell. Really it was just a cold—would go away in a few days time—but Eddie had always been well…Eddie. He worried when he didn’t have to. Even when you told him you were fine.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go pick up some food?” you called out, wrapping his blanket around you and scooting towards the edge of the bed.

Before your foot was able to touch the cold floor his figure blocked the doorway, eyes narrowed. “Don’t even think about moving.”

“Eddie, I'm fine.” The words were broken off by a cough.

“You’re coughing like you just smoked a cigarette for the first time.”

“Says you.”

“Yeah I did say it and I’m also right.”

“Eddie—”

He left, shutting the door behind him. “Don’t move!”

You knew he meant well and that he was only being stubborn to keep you from getting sicker. Even you had to smile at the act of him trying to make you soup. You knew it wouldn’t taste good—having tried his cooking before—but he wanted to take care of you. That made you curl back onto his bed, his Hellfire shirt and blanket warm against your body. For hours you’d been confined here, only allowed out to use the bathroom, but you wouldn’t really have it any other way.

Another bang echoed from the kitchen. You nearly ran out there yourself, banning him from the place entirely, but that would only get you dragged back here. In all honesty he’d tie you to the bed if it meant making sure you didn’t move. Not like you were opposed to the idea.

“Don’t kill yourself in there,” you called, reaching for the book you left on his nightstand the night before.

“No need to worry baby.” His head poked into the room, smiling brighter than before. “I’m perfectly safe in here.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it Munson.”

It took him another thirty minutes and so much banging you were positive he was playing the drums rather than cooking, but he finally walked back in carefully balancing a bowl of soup. He set it in your lap, handing you the spoon. You couldn’t see exactly what it contained—the slightly orange color blocking anything from view. He clambered into the bed next to you, his hair tied up with the band he stole from you the other day.

“Uh…Eddie?” He hummed in response. “What kind of soup did you make?”

“Chicken,” he replied. “It was my mom’s old recipe.”

“And is it usually orange?”

He paused, eyes dropping to see you swirl the oddly thick consistency of his creation. Of course…you would try a bit just to prove your love to him, because he’d do the same for you. And he watched with wide eyes as you raised the spoon to your lips. The overall taste wasn’t…terrible. The texture is what made you nearly gag, but you fought against it—swallowing the mouthful of soup with a grin.

“It’s…” How do you say it without hurting his feelings? “It’s not terrible.”

“Are you sure?” He took the bowl, tipped it slightly into his mouth, and for a brief second you saw the disgust flash in his eyes. “Fuck,” he spit, coughing. “I can’t believe you actually tried that for me.”

“It’s not bad!”

“You’re right. It’s fucking awful.” He dropped the dish on his nightstand, the audible clatter echoing in his small bedroom. “I can’t believe you ate that just cause I made it.”

You shrugged, leaning into him. “You were just trying to make me feel better. And you know what?”

“What?”

“It worked.”

The lie slipped off your tongue easily and you could tell that he didn’t buy it. None of it mattered though. He simply wanted to help you recover and to you that was enough incentive to eat the soup—no matter how disgusting it really turned out to be. His arm draped over your shoulder, dragging you closer as you cracked open the old paperback you’d been reading. Eddie always teased you for buying the cheap romance novels in the thrift bookstore down the road. Yet he always allowed you to read them to him.

He grabbed for the tape beside his bed, nearly leaning off the edge. “Just a second.”

“What are you doing?” you asked, laughing as he almost dragged the blanket off with him. The soft strum of the guitar began to drift in his room, a song you couldn’t recall until the singing started. It made you laugh. “Glenn Frey? Really?”

“He’s got good music!”

“I know, but it’s so cheesy.”

Not that you’d tell him, but you couldn’t have picked a better tune to become the background music of your small moment together. Snorting, you picked the book back up, happy to fall back into his chest with a small sigh. He flipped back to the page where your bookmark—a polaroid of the two of you—was nestled inside. The heroine was on her quest to find who took her true love, a journey that would no doubt cost her life.

His chin fell to your shoulder, hands splayed on your stomach. “Where were we?”

“She’s heading into the forest…”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson #stranger things #my writing #eddie munson imagine #is it too late in the day to post this?#probably but fuck it right

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